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Hi! I saw you take requests.

May I request something with GOT7 Jackson Wang and best friend!reader, in which the reader starts developing feelings for him and start thinking he’s the one for her? <3

Friends, Just for Now | Jackson Wang (Part 1)

Part 2

The one where your best friend can't keep his secret anymore (and you're oblivious).

Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, BestFriend!Reader, idiots to lovers Requested: Yes w.c. 6.6k (oops) Warnings: Cheating (not between jackson and reader), lots of profanity, nicknames, namecalling, minor injury, reader wouldn't know love if it smacked her in the head, holy shit they're kind of annoying af A/N: this was so fun to write, love me a good idiots friends to lovers. I'm also cheesy af, feel free to call me out. Please excuse any errors there may be, I usually proofread after posting. ❣️The love I received on my yunho imagine has literally made me do happy dances, I haven't posted anything on tumblr in 8 years and you guys are just literally the best. I love you all so much! Requests: Open (link below)

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“Come on, pie, I told you this was gonna happen. You never listen.”

Two things went through your mind, though you refused to lift your head from where it was tucked against your knees. 

One, you hated that nickname. Pie. He thought it was so cute, and it probably would’ve died off had you not reacted to it the way you did. One missed smear of cherry on your nose 3 years ago and suddenly you’ve been christened. It was his favorite story to tell. 

And two, Jackson Wang was going to get his shit rocked if he didn’t leave you alone. 

“Fuck off,” you say bitterly, pulling further into yourself.

He was right. He had warned you.

You’d hoped Leejin was different, that the rumors were just exaggerated. Surely he didn’t cheat on every girlfriend…right?

“Wrong,” Jackson had laughed. “He’s a fucking dog, y/n.”

You’d rolled your eyes, and then Jackson said three words to you that had kind of hurt. Not kind of. A lot. They’d hurt a lot. 

“You’re not special.”

Leejin was so nice, he was smart and funny and headed for a successful career with his family’s business (so what if his parents probably paid off the school to make sure those student conduct violations never stuck). You wanted to be special. Spent 4 months trying to be. It wasn't an eternity, but you tended to put your whole heart into everything, and it almost always ended up like this.

But Jackson’s words rang true, painfully so, when you received a text from an unknown number earlier today—screenshots of messages between Leejin and some girl, including explicit photos. The unnamed person had said nothing else; you wondered if it was the girl from the screenshots, but you didn’t reply. You simply texted Leejin to go fuck himself before blocking him on everything, running straight home to your apartment, praying that Jackson wasn’t there. He was, of course, as you split the rent. You hated the look on his face when you barged in, nose red and snotty from crying.

It wasn’t smug, it was just…"come on, pie, I told you this was gonna happen." 

You heard him sigh now, no doubt running a hand through his hair. It was blonde; you’d made fun of him at the time he'd dyed it though begrudgingly had to admit it suited him. But he was going to be bald before he was 40 if he didn’t stop tugging at it when he was stressed.

“Hey. Hey, stop. I hate it when you cry, you know, makes my joints hurt or something,” he says, kneeling beside you.

The fuck…? What does that even—

But you were too upset to stop, so he muttered under his breath, poking at your head until you whipped it up to slap him away. He looked like such a boy, hugging his knees and giving you a pleading look. Fine. Bastard.

You sighed and uncurled yourself, your knees screaming from the pain of turning into a human rollie pollie for the last half hour. Jackson sighed as well, no doubt relieved that you weren’t ugly crying anymore. 

He waited until your sniffles were a few minutes apart before moving, sitting criss cross on the floor. His brown eyes were soft, a rarity, truly, though you knew he was already formulating ways to tease you about this when it was more irritating than painful. 

“Done?” he asks, more to comfort himself than you. You sniff and nod, wiping your nose on your sleeve. Well, his sleeve. He made a face, realizing that you were wearing one of his sweatshirts, but made the apparent decision to yell at you later. 

“Don’t be mean to me,” you mumble, resting your cheek on your knee. 

“When am I ever?”

“Jackson, I swear to fucking—”

“I didn’t say anything, pie.”

“If you don’t drop that god damned nickname, it was one time, one little bit of cherry filling, I don’t even like cherry pie, you’re so fucking annoying—”

It was his turn to interrupt, but he didn’t. He just watched you, an irritating twinkle of amusement in his eyes. You scoffed and tucked your face away again, wishing he’d stop looking at you like that. Or at all, really. If there was one thing you’d learned after being friends with him for so long…the asshat had some eyes on him. Had this way of using his gaze to set the mood, able to stop your arguments or rile you up with micro expressions like an olympic gold medalist of manipulation. 

“Want some ramen?” he asks, tilting his head as though speaking to a kicked dog. You crinkle your nose without looking at him. “Want some cake? Some candy?”

“I want you to leave me alone,” you grumble. 

“Want a bath?”

You sigh, refusing to humor him with an answer he already had. He snapped his fingers like he’d just solved the equation of the century, having the audacity to ruffle your hair as he stepped over you unnecessarily to get to the door. You could hear him down the hall, the sound of the bathroom cabinets opening and closing, the water running, hopefully set on hot like you liked. 

“You're out of bath bombs,” he called. You frown. 

“I’m not, they’re under the sink.”

“Why’d you move them? Next to your menstrual equipment, eww.”

That’s why. You felt sorry for whatever unfortunate woman Jackson decided to wife up—the man was addicted to hot baths and cotton candy bath bombs. You’d have to move them again though, now that he knew about your stash. Besides, you’d sent him to the shop more than a few times when you were cramping and out of pads (and chocolate); he would not be impeded by them.

Jackson was waiting for you by the time you dragged yourself to the small shared bathroom. He bowed dramatically, gesturing toward the tub which was steaming hot, as you liked—a meal’s gotta cook. 

You mumble a thank you as he walks past, though he pauses in the doorway, eyes narrowed.

“Get naked, and give me my damn sweatshirt,” he says, pointing accusingly at you. You pout, immediately clutching your pearls.

“Is that why you never get laid? Jesus, would’ve thought you were smoother than that,” you huff. He impatiently tugs at your sleeve, rolling his eyes in that sassy way that always made you giggle and made him more irritated—a win win scenario. 

“It’s a $30 shirt, not a snot rag…pie.”

“You’re a snot rag,” you mumble. You turn your back to him, crossing your arms at the hem and tugging it over your head. You were still in a bra thankfully, though still covered your chest as you tossed the material at him. 

Jackson caught it smoothly, though he wasn’t even looking at the sweatshirt. You didn’t realize he was looking at you until you reached for the button of your jeans. His eyes weren’t lower than your lips, but he looked a little…off. You expected a joke about a food baby or maybe how pale you’ve gotten, but he says nothing. 

“Hello?” you say, shaking your head. “Is that all? Want my pants too? Gonna do my laundry for a change?”

Jackson blinks like his brain finally returned to his skull. He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head and backing out of the doorway. Before he closed the door, however, his eyes leveled with yours, so intense it made your breath catch in your throat. Was he mad? Over a sweatshirt?

“Leejin is a fucking idiot,” he says before turning on his heel and heading down the hall. 

You stare at the spot where he stood, even after he’s gone. The hell was his problem now?

By the time you’ve finished your glorious bath, you waltz into the living room like a princess. Jackson looks up from his place on the sofa, deadpanning and tossing his phone on the coffee table as he takes in the freshly purloined hoodie you're sporting.

“Gonna lock my closet,” he says, shaking his head. You beam at him, cutely crinkling your nose as you pad to the kitchen. You tug open the fridge, thinking maybe you could cook something simple for the two of you. It was kind of late to make anything grand, but you wanted more than ramen. 

The empty shelves make your eye twitch. 

“Seriously?” you huff, gesturing around. “Would it kill you to get groceries once?”

“You always complain when I do,” Jackson shrugs, flicking through netflix with the remote. “Got the wrong brand, got too many, didn’t get enough—”

“I always text you a detailed list, but whatever,” you grumble, low enough that it doesn’t provoke a response. “Since you’re a big man baby incapable of buying groceries, you can buy us something at the convenience store.”

“I am perfectly capable, thank you,” Jackson says, narrowing his eyes. 

“Of what? Weaponized incompetence? I agree, get dressed,” you hum. 

Ten minutes later, you’re walking side by side down to the convenience store. The apartment’s location was perfect—five minutes from campus one way, five to a 24 hour convenience store another. Perfect because you both had a habit of wanting to come home when you were drunk after a party, starved and craving foods that you’d regret the next day. 

The doors chimed a welcome as they slid open, allowing you inside. You made a beeline for the sweets, Jackson went straight for the energy drinks. 

You perused the aisle for a few minutes, making your choice and going to find your roommate. You rounded the corner and froze. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible to block someone in real life. So while you’d never see Leejin’s social media posts, it didn’t mean that you wouldn’t run into him on a saturday night at the convenience store near your apartment. 

You feel a mix of emotions—anger, shame, disbelief among them. You knew it wasn’t impossible, it wasn’t even unlikely, as this store was one of only a few. But it felt so damn unfair that he’d happen to be here, hours after you found out about what he’d done. 

“Is that all you’re getting?” Jackson snorts, frowning as he eyes your bag of chips. But he notices your stillness, following your gaze to see Leejin, casually chatting on the phone as he looks at the protein bars.

You expect him to snort, maybe make a comment just loud enough for the other to hear before pulling you away, but Jackson surges forward so quickly he nearly knocks you over. You grab his arm, both to steady him and stop him from…whatever the hell he’s doing. 

“Where are you going?” you whisper, tugging him back with as much strength as you could muster. 

“He broke your heart and I’m gonna break his fucking face.”

He moves again, this time dragging you along on the linoleum floor. Fortunately, Leejin is too preoccupied with his call to notice. The thought makes your stomach twist, briefly wondering who he’s talking to. 

“You’re gonna get us kicked out, what’s the matter with you?” you hiss, trying to shake sense into him. Jackson yanks his arm away from you, dropping the energy drinks on the nearest shelf before storming off. You stare after him, mouth agape in disbelief. 

You arrive home 15 minutes later, having hid near the bathrooms until Leejin had left. You’d bought (and paid for, irritatingly) your snacks and Jackson’s drinks, but when you shove into the apartment, it’s empty. Lights off, no sign of him. You worry for a few seconds—had he waited for you and bumped into Leejin instead? But you surely would’ve heard something outside. You opt to text him and choose to believe he’s being broody and walking through the streets like a sad music video.

> what the fuck? is your deal? Where are you??

You’re confused and groggy when someone taps at your cheek, not realizing you’d even fallen asleep on the couch. You rub at your eyes, squinting, processing the sight of Jackson standing over you, t-shirt stuck to his form, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks. 

You’ve had weird dreams about him before, ones that you’d rather never speak of again, and they usually start out like this. But this Jackson rolls his eyes in a way that sweet, sweet dream Jackson would never. 

“Get up, jesus. Your back is going to hurt,” he says. You slowly sit up, realizing he’s right. Apparently not only had you fallen asleep on the couch,  but you’d fallen asleep sitting up, sleeping in an unnatural slouched position. 

“Ow…”

“Told you.”

“No it’s…hey,” you snap, waking up a bit more now that you  remember that you’re actually pissed at him. “It’s your fucking fault, what happened to you? You just disappeared! I was worried!” 

You’re surprised to see Jackson bristle. He’s not shaken easily, least of all by you, but he glances to the side and tugs at his t-shirt, separating it from his damp skin. 

“Went to the gym. Figured I should cool off,” he says. You want to be pissed at him more, say something else, but your back hurts and you’re sleepy. Plus, you’re glad to see he’s alright. Mostly.

“Whatever,” you finally grumble, trying to stretch out your neck. “What time is it?”

“Dunno, around 2 a.m.,” he replies casually. “I’m gonna shower.”

“Great,” you huff. “You go shower. I’ll go roll over and die happy now that I know you’re alive.”

You stumble down the hall to your room, sighing at the sight of your unmade bed. What was the point if you were going to mess it up anyway? You hear Jackson follow shortly after, the bathroom door opening and closing. The shower starts, and you shuffle beneath the covers. 

You wake up not long after, whining in protest as you’re jostled. 

“It’s me,” Jackson says, rudely pushing you over. “Scoot.”

You wanted to shove him away, to point out that “scoot” should be said before you rob someone of their bed, but you can’t be bothered. Besides, once he settles next to you, you realize that he’s not wearing a shirt and he smells nice and clean. 

Sleepy, groggy, annoyed, relieved, you curl against him like a bunny seeking warmth. You feel him stiffen, though you think little of it. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, not sounding the least bit tired. You couldn’t say the same for yourself, unable to open your eyes as you reply. 

“Mm. ‘s warm down here. Night night.”

You hear him sigh, then shuffle, and then he’s rolled over to face you, offering a human-made cocoon that you happily burrow into. He’s soft and warm and smells like his manly body wash—and your shampoo, damn it. 

“Goodnight, y/n,” he says, soft enough to count but not enough for you to notice. 

Waking up tangled with Jackson was, unfortunately (?), not all that unusual. When you were upset, you found your way to his bed, and despite his protests you knew he didn't actually mind. It went both ways—you'll die before you admit that you like it, if only because he's a human heater.

You still feel groggy, squinting and fumbling around for your phone. Such a task is difficult when there's deadweight slung over your waist, but you manage, bringing the device to your face.

10:43 a.m.

Oh good. You slept 8 hours—and half the day away, to your brain at least. You toss your phone down, debating whether or not you should just go back to sleep. You choose instead to roll over, addressing the sleeping shirtless man keeping you pinned to your bed.

Your camera roll was filled with photos just like this, because Jackson slept like a baby. Literally. Hands curled into fists, face relaxed, head tilted to the side. His blonde hair is mussed from sleeping with it wet last night, and you dodn't hesitate to run your fingers through it for no reason at all. It was soft and surprisingly thick, but you weren't about to dial back on the baldness theory.

Jackson stirred, though didn't wake up, shifting to lie on his back. Freed from your restraints, you sat up and had to cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.

Of course the curtains parted like that, of course he was sleeping like a prince now, sunlight arcing off of his jaw—it even highlighted his stubble in an annoyingly poetic way. What kind of gods were kind enough to give him of all people that face?

He really was kinda...pretty.

No, not kinda. Jackson Wang was beautiful. You were his best friend, but you weren't blind. Maybe you'd become a little numb to his charms, but you'd seen what he could do to people with just a look, even without malicious intent. He was charismatic on top of that, though you were the only one who got to see the side of him that wasn't.

The side that stole your shampoo and commandeered your bed, anyway.

So fine, you knew he was pretty. But he was kinda sorta extra pretty right now, and maybe you wanted to remember it later.

You shifted to grab your phone—a never-ending quest for material to bully each other over—but the movement apparently jostled him awake. You sheepishly smiled as he blinked a few times, using the heel of his palm to rub the blurriness away.

"Really?" he asked, voice rough, eyes leveling to the phone in your hand. "Fucking creep."

"You have like a thousand pictures of me sleeping," you point out, narrowing your eyes. Jackson nods, rolling over and hugging your waist, his head resting against your hip.

"That I do—you're cute when you drool all over yourself. I'm working on a collage."

"Asshole," you mutter, prying his arms off of you. You make an attempt to escape, but as expected, you're smoothly hauled back down.

"Where you going?"

"I need to pee, wanna come with?"

"It's early."

"It's almost 11."

"Yeah, early."

Jackson grunts before you can reply, practically placing you in a chokehold as he rolls over. You have no choice but to go with him, ending up flopped over his chest like a dead fish.

He says nothing for a moment, and you wonder if he's fallen back asleep. It's not difficult to squirm out of his grasp this time, though rather than allowing you to slide off, the apparently-awake-Jackson moves both hands to your hips.

Your stomach does that funny thing it sometimes does around him, like a little alarm that says 'hey! getting too close!' Listening to this alarm had prevented a lot of mistakes over the course of your friendship, mistakes like wanting to kiss him when you were tipsy, noticing the way he looked after a long workout, hair plastered to his forehead, the fuzziness you felt that time your heating pad broke, and his warm hands wound up on the lower half of your tummy to stave off the cramps.

Mistakes like that.

His eyes open again, and you do your best to look irritated.

"I'm sorry about last night," he says, suddenly unnaturally serious. "I was just trying to cool off, and my phone died, so I didn't see your text until after I got home."

You're not really sure how to respond—it was always strange when conversations got like this between you, regardless of the topic. It was so jarring, so far from the usual cracked out nonsense. You decided to nod, then shake your head, then nod again.

Jackson was a badass, most people knew as much. He was trained in martial arts and practically ate protein for every meal. But despite this, he wasn't typically an aggressive guy. You'd only ever seen him throw one punch—an ex of yours a couple years ago who threatened to post a nude photo of you. Needless to say, the guy deleted them, made difficult thanks to the blood smearing his screen as it dripped from his nose.

"It's fine, I get it," you say. "Just...why were you so mad at him? Did he do something to you?"

Jackson blinks up at you, shifting so that he's partially sitting up on his elbows.

"I told you, y/n," he says, shaking his head like you're an idiot. "He broke your heart, I was gonna break his face. You should've let me get one hit in at least."

"He didn't break my heart," you groan, rolling your eyes. "It wasn't that serious, you know that. We'd only been dating for 4 months."

"...I watched you cry for an hour because someone stepped on a worm—"

"—that's different. It's literally a living little creature, what if that's someone's girlfriend, hm? What if she asked her boyfriend 'would you still love me if I was a worm' and he said yes except now they can't live wormily ever after because she's smushed all because some horrible person can't be bothered to step aside for a worm?"

Jackson stared up at you, blinking slowly, looking 175% done with your shit.

"What the fuck is wormily ever after?"

You sigh, leaning forward until your head is on his bare shoulder. You have half a mind to bite him, though you resist. You will be civil—for now.

"I don't know," you mumble. "No early birds, no hot sidewalks?"

"I....you're so fucking weird."

"Lots of guys are dickheads, but you were ready to knock him out. Really, Jackson, was that all? Promise he didn't say something to you?" you ask, voice muffled against his warm skin. Just one lil munch. It'd be good payback for him scaring the hell out of you last night.

Jackson exhales, and there's suddenly a hand tugging at your tangled mess of bedhead until you're sitting up, looking down at him.

"I wanted to kick his ass for the same reason that I never bring anyone home," he says quietly. His eyes are serious, no sparkle of humor in them, and it makes your stomach twist. You didn't like it when Jackson got serious.

"What? Because of me?" you ask. "I don't care who you fuck as long as I don't have to cook them breakfast."

Mostly true—you were afraid of walking out of your bedroom one morning and running into a really pretty girl, someone with perfect grades and clear skin, who has the audacity to be beautiful and nice. Someone only Jackson deserves. But you leave that bit out and give him a half teasing smile.

Jackson doesn't return it. He grunts, moving his hand up to tug at his hair. You slip yours beneath his, mumbling for him to stop doing that.

"You really don't?" he finally asks, swallowing hard enough that you see his throat move.

"Don't what?"

"You don't care who I fuck?"

His question catches you off guard, though not as much as the fact that he still looks dead serious. This seems like something the two of you should be laughing over—not something to talk about whilst you're currently straddling your best friend in your bed, who happens to be naked from the waist up.

"I mean...no?" you say, shaking your head in confusion. "Should I?"

"I don't know, should you?"

Should you? What the hell was that supposed to mean? You didn't like riddles, and this felt like one. You'd tried to stay out of his business over the four years you've been friends, though come to think of it...you'd never met any of his girlfriends after the first six months. You'd assumed he was so busy with classes and his extracurriculars that there just wasn't much time for anything past shallow hookups.

But...you couldn't remember a single time that had occurred. He was home every night, never brought company over for that purpose.

"Jackson," you say quietly, palms resting on his chest. When the hell did he get so muscular? There was a noticable firmness beneath your fingers, and you briefly considered billing Leejin for your services in making sure he didn't get the shit beat out of him. "I feel like this is an inside joke and I'm out of the loop. You're upset? Why?"

"Why would I be?" he counters, irritatingly smooth. The hands on your hips squeeze once, like he's trying to talk to you in morse code. It's annoying.

"Quit," you mumble, biting your lower lip. "I'm trying. Stop being mean and just tell me."

He sighs, moving a hand to his face.

"If you don't already know, then it doesn't matter, alright?"

"Wh—"

You're cut off as he suddenly shifts from beneath you, leaving you tumbling to the sheets when he stands. Just like the last two times for some damn reason, he prepares to storm out of the room.

"Jackson, wait—shit."

You trip over the edge of your nightstand, catching yourself on your hands. Your lamp tumbles to the floor, thankfully not shattering on the carpet. Still, the ache brings tears to your eyes, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you sit down.

"How many times have I told you to push that against the wall!?" Jackson says, rushing over to you. You lean back against your bed, grimacing as you look at your knee. It's not the worst scrape you've ever gotten, but it is bleeding, and it burns.

"Hang on, pie." He leaves the room, and by the time he returns with the pack of bandaids and peroxide, you're covering your face with one hand and hugging your knee with the other.

"Hey, it's not so bad," he says, obviously in partial panic mode as he kneels in front of you and tugs at your ankle. He probably thought that's why you were in tears, but it was moreso the fact that he was being...just...weird, and you didn't like it.

You quietly sit there, hands over your eyes as he uses a cotton ball to dab at the blood. You don't even flinch, it doesn't burn—perks of having an MMA star for a roommate; he knew how to bandage a cut (a common occurence for your clumsy ass, unfortunately).

After a few minutes, he pats the side of your calf, and you finally uncover your eyes. There's a bandaid over the scrape now, and you let your knee fall to the side. Jackson is looking at you, and you nod.

"That's good, thanks," you mumble quietly.

"You sure?" he asks. You frown, nodding quickly. But his hand moves up to your cheek, cupping it as his thumb swipes below your eye.

Tears.

That alarm goes off inside of you, but Jackson doesn't move his hand, so you let it sit there and you feel your stomach tying itself into a knot. You're a little worried it's not gonna come undone.

"I wasn't crying because of that," you say, swallowing as you glance away shamefully. "I...I don't like this, Jackson. Feels weird. If I did something to make you mad, I wish you'd just tell me—"

"I'm not mad at you," he replies. You sniff, and finally his hand slips away, though only to rest on your uninjured knee. His fingers twitch, like he wants to do something but won't let himself. Slap you, maybe, for never listening to him and always ending up hurt because of it. You would, if you were him.

"You keep running away from me," you point out, a little surge of anger from last night returning. "You keep acting like I'm supposed to know everything you're thinking, and I don't, because you won't tell me stuff. I tell you stuff, the least you could do is text me a grocery list of what the fuck is going on inside of your brain, so I'm not sitting here thinking I'm gonna lose my best friend and roommate over something I don't even know that I've done. I'm sorry we ran into Leejin, it's not like I knew he was gonna be there. I'm sorry for thinking I was special in the first place and ending up where you said I'd be."

Jackson sighs and tilts his head, and you hate yourself for crying more. It wasn't a big deal, things were a little crazy after yesterday. You didn't even love Leejin, it had just...hurt? Your pride? No one wants to know they're less than a second choice. But Jackson had acted like Leejin was out for his blood, and every time he runs away, it feels like he's escaping you.

"You're not gonna lose me," he finally says, glancing down at the floor. "I just...I've got a lot of shit to work through, you know? It's not...it's not your fault though."

"Like what?" you ask, worry lining your brow. "If you'd just—is it money? Because we can figure out rent—"

"It's not money," he interrupts. "I promise, it's nothing like that."

"Then what?" You huff, a little more irritated than concerned. "Parents? Grades? Girl trouble?"

"Yeah," he nods, licking his lips. "That last bit."

"Girl trouble?" you ask, somewhat surprised. For some reason, the fact that he hadn't told you about a girl bothered you more than the idea that there was one at all. You shared everything with him; if he'd kept her a secret, it had to have been a little more serious.

"Do I know her?" you ask tentatively. Please say no, I don't want to go through a list of the hottest girls I know.

"Yeah," he replies. Fuck.

"Oh. How long have you been dating?"

"We're not."

"Then...?"

"She's an idiot."

"It's a mystery as to why you're single, really," you say, rolling your eyes. "So she's an idiot because she won't date you? Sounds kind of shallow on your end."

"She's an idiot because she keeps dating jackasses who don't give a shit about her. I don't give a damn if she ever chooses me or not," he says plainly. You frown.

"Maybe she's insecure?"

"She is. Very."

"Huh. Is she pretty?"

"Beautiful."

"Oh. Hm."

Well what the fuck were you supposed to say to that? Congratulations? Sorrows, sorrows, prayers?

"Okay..." you say after a beat. You were not good with advice, especially when it came to love, obviously. He didn't say love though. Infatuation, maybe. Still, you were not an expert. "So if she keeps dating jackasses and won't date you, why do you bother? Why not just forget about her?"

Jackson's eye twitches. You don't notice.

"Hard to forget someone you see every day, pie," he says. You scoff.

"Okay, I'm calling bullshit. I'm literally the only person you see every day."

"Mhm."

"Then you're lying?" you ask. Jackson deadpans.

"Please, for the love of god, never reproduce."

"Rude," you mutter. "Fine, so I know her, she's insecure, pretty, dates assholes, you allegedly see her everyday?"

"All of the above," he says. You frown, lips pursing as you rack your brain for answers, going through the hot insecure girls you know like a filing cabinet.

Wait.

Your eyes widen. Jackson's do the same, and then he smiles, like he's proud of you.

"Oh my god, is it Kim Sujin?" You ask, covering your mouth. "The girl with the—"

"Jesus fucking christ, y/n," he groans, running a hand through his hair. "Are you...you're fucking with me? That's what this is. You're not this dumb, right? Please say no. I feel like I'm in middle school right now, holy shit."

You open your mouth to argue, to insist he was being unfair (you didn't even like puzzles!) but he suddenly leans forward, palms cupping both of your cheeks. He pulls you toward him, nose inches from yours. You've been this close to him before, but you're suddenly dizzy now, a little out of it as you wonder if this is really happening to you—or if this is another sweaty-jackson-standing-over-me dream. Jackson, who has freckles on the tip of his nose and won't stop looking at you like that, the knot pulling tighter and tighter.

"Stop thinking before you hurt yourself. 'm gonna kiss you now, is that okay?" he asks.

Is that oka—?

"Kiss?" you mumble, swallowed up by those god damn pretty brown eyes. Jackson nods, head tilted, primed to kiss the cluelessness out of you, apparently. "Y-yeah, that's fine."

"It's gonna be...it's gonna be a lot, okay? Like not just a peck. You're fine with that?"

"Yep," you nod.

Jackson nods back. And then he kisses you.

He doesn't release your face, squishing your body between himself and the bed behind you. His lips press to yours, insistent and warm, though you can tell he's being cautious—if you wanted to push him away, you could. But you did not want to do that.

Because Jackson Wang was kissing you, and he's a really good kisser.

You briefly forget that you have hands, so when you remember, you waste no time in using them. One cups his jaw, feeling the edge of it press into your palm. The other fists his blonde hair, tugging it gently.

Jackson groans into your mouth, and that alarm in your belly turns into a fucking war drum. You feel the knot tighten and snap, and suddenly you're pushing him back, scrambling into his lap.

You kind of want more, kind of want to put your tongue in his mouth because he's warm and tastes good and you can only imagine how much better it would be, but he beats you to it. His tongue swipes over your lower lip and you eagerly open for him. He breathes in as soon as you do, and it feels like he's stealing your soul. Fuck it? He can have it?

It's messy, a tad bit desperate, definitely not the poetic kiss of rom coms, but you don't give a shit. It feels good, feels warm and right, like you've been kissing him in your head every day for the past 4 years.

By the time you manage to separate, you're trembling an embarassing amount. You'd blame the buzz on coffee if you'd had any, but you just hide your flushed cheeks and rest your forehead against his shoulder. You can tell that for once, Jackson's brain seems to also have short circuited, as it takes him a minute before he finally wraps his arms around you. You can hear his breath—as shaky as yours, thank god.

"Was that okay? Was it weird? Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asks, tilting back on one palm to look at you, his other arm secured around your waist. You sit up, shamelessly biting your lower lip, refusing to meet his eyes. He mistakes this for discomfort, all but shoving you out of his lap, hands flying to his hair.

"Fuck, I...I shouldn't have...I didn't mean to. I wasn't gonna...I'm so fucking sorry y/n, if you want me to move out—"

"You're gonna go bald," you mumble, a little blitzed out as you rest on your hands.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind. Stop freaking out, okay?" you offer, finally looking up at him. God he looks...scared. Hair messy, brown eyes wide. So unlike his usual cocky self that you're a little shaken, caught between wanting to protect him and wanting to kiss him again.

"I didn't make you uncomfortable, did I?" he asks softly. That alarm is now everywhere, setting off in your chest at his concerned tone. You shake your head.

"No. I'm okay," you reassure him. "A little irritated."

Jackson's head snaps up, worry on his face. You feel guilty, so you quickly clarify.

"You said I'm not special," you say quietly, looking away. "If you were talking about me just now...why did you tell me that?"

He looks confused, like he can't remember (of all the things he's said to bully you—while you kept a detailed record). But he seems to finally recall the conversation, rubbing his forehead as his lips spread into a smile.

"What's funny?" you puff.

"I meant to him, pie. You're not special to him. Not that you weren't special at all, or to...to me," he explains, looking part amused and part shy. You soften a bit, unable to help but pout.

"Then you should say that!" you say, gesturing at nothing. "You can't just go around telling people they aren't special."

"I don't make you feel special?" he asks, dipping his head to meet your eyes.

Well, yes, but that's not the point. You choose not to reply.

Just like most things when it comes to you, however, he already knows the answer. He looks a little too proud of himself as he reaches for your wrist, pulling you back into him. You're not quite in his lap, but you lean heavily against his side, your chin resting against his chest.

"What if we mess it up?" you ask, looking up at him. He frowns, not understanding. "Us. What if...what if we mess us up?"

"I don't see how we would," he laughs. "We're practically married."

"Gross. We are not."

"We split the bills, pie."

"Most roommates do."

"We cook together."

"Most roommates do."

"My mother loves you."

"Your mother loves everyone."

"Not true. And my father loves you."

You pause, then squint.

"Your father has good taste," you say. Jackson rolls his eyes. He looks a little conflicted, like he can't decide what's too much, what's too soon.

"I do," he says quietly.

You hate that, for once in your life, you know exactly what he's saying without him saying it. And god damn it, you feel your eyes burning.

"Don't...ugh," you whine, looking away from him. But he's not having it, taking your chin and tilting your face up. You're faced with glassy eyes that make you want to die.

You hated it when he cried. Maybe you make his joints hurt or whatever, but you've only seen Jackson cry twice, once when his family dog died, and another when he was drunk and had convinced himself you weren't his friend anymore. Both times, you'd never felt so helpless. The way you feel now.

"Y/n, I—"

"Please don't," you breathe quickly, swallowing down your tears. You immediately panic at the look on his face, like you've slapped him. But you tuck your hair behind your ear and shake your head.

"No, I-I mean, I know you do, and I...I'm pretty sure I do too. I just...I can't say it now, alright?" you explain. "I'm sorry, I just—you know me better than anyone. I don't...don't wanna fuck it up, you know? I don't wanna lose you, I'm so bad, so stupid when it comes to this—"

"Hey, hey, shh..." Jackson says, gently shaking your chin. "I'm not upset, okay? Just relieved, a little scared. I don't want to fuck this up either, yeah? I want...I want what we are today and I want it tomorrow, even if that means we stay just like this."

His thumb brushes your lower lip. God, you want to kiss him again.

"No rush, pie, okay? I'll wait for you, even if..." he sucks in air and looks away, as though the idea hurts to even consider. "...even if it's never for us."

You want to kiss him again. Would that even be appropriate? After what you just said? After the emotions threatening to disrupt the foundation of your life for the past four years?

"Can...can I kiss you again?" he asks softly. You swallow and nod.

"Please."

Part 2 is out now!

[jemiswumbo]

teammate (18+)

twitchstreamer!luke x reader

part one | part two

author’s note: holy shit it’s been a whole YEAR since part two. i’m back baybeeee. only because of all the very very nice comments and messages that motivated me to get back into writing. thank you all <3 dedicated to @thatbird-fromrio because their message today is the only reason I finished this haha.

title is from the song teammate by the ready set. lyrics are HALF relevant. progress !

without further ado…. The Streamer Awards!!

tags/warnings: smut MDNI 18+, semi-public, dirty talk😳, roughness, pet names, lowkey getting caught, use of y/n, kinda long, not proofread sorry for any errors!!

The moment Luke’s Instagram post went live, your phone had practically exploded.

Notifications poured in—likes, comments, tags, DMs from people you hadn’t spoken to in years. You’d spent the rest of your anniversary dinner blissfully ignoring it, choosing instead to focus on Luke, the wine, the way his fingers traced idle patterns over your knuckles between courses, and the heat blossoming between your legs.

But now, two weeks later, the reality of going public was about to hit its biggest test yet.

The Streamer Awards.

You’d seen clips of it in previous years—the red carpet, the flashing cameras, the interviews, the screaming fans. And now, you were going to be walking it. With Luke.

~~~~

The morning of the Streamer Awards, you woke up to the sound of something crashing and breaking in the kitchen, followed by an indignant little “…Oops.” from Percy Jackson. You blinked awake, momentarily confused until everything came crashing back you to like a wave.

The Streamer Awards were tonight. The venue they were taking place at was closest to Luke’s house, so he’d invited his friends to stay over and get ready together for the big event. It was going to be your first public appearance with Luke, now that you’d officially announced your relationship to his millions of fans and followers. It was nice to have the moral support of Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia, as well. As chaotic as they were.

Really, you were going to be the moral support to all of them tonight, especially Luke. They were all nominated for at least one award. Luke was nominated for Streamer of the Year, the most prestigious award of the evening. You had no doubt in your mind that he would win, even if he was up against the most popular streamers in the world right now. He deserved it, and his fans were batshit crazy enough to make it happen.

You stretched your hand across the bed, feeling for Luke’s familiar warmth, only to find him absent. You only had to wonder for a brief moment where he was, before you heard his booming voice from the kitchen: “Percy, I swear to God if that was my bong—“

Bong? You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and sat up, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. It powered on and the time 12:18pm flashed at you. Your eyes widened, your heart beat stuttering in your chest. Only 5 hours until you had to leave for the red carpet. Shit. Talk about nerve-wracking.

“It wasn’t the bong but it was lowkey maybe that bottle of Patron—“

“Percy!”

“—but it’s fine! We picked up the big chunks of glass and now Grover’s licking up the spillage so none gets wasted!”

Annabeth, blessed voice of reason, finally spoke up: “I don’t know how either of you are still alive.”

You laughed and finally pushed yourself out of bed, searching the large bedroom for wherever you clothes ended up last night. You pulled on your sleep shorts and one of Luke’s T-shirts from the dresser drawer before beelining to the bathroom. After freshening up, you went out to the kitchen and found nothing short of a disaster zone.

It looked like Luke’s kitchen and living room had turned into the aftermath of a frat party. Or an AirBNB during a vacation of 15 friends. There was alcohol and weed paraphernalia sprawled along the island. Clothes, bags, shoes, and makeup were littered everywhere. Percy and Grover were, in fact, on the kitchen floor, cleaning up their mess. Thalia and Annabeth had claimed the floor length mirror in the living room as their get ready zone and were working on each other’s hair. Luke was by the oven, seemingly cooking actual food for once.

“Morning,” You said, as everyone greeted you. “Any reason why we’re pregaming so early?”

“Many reasons!” Percy announced, jumping from his spot on the floor to throw an arm over your shoulder. You suppressed a laugh as he continued, “One! Awards shows are a nightmare. Yes, it’s fun to be nominated and watch and see people you don’t normally see ever leaving their houses, but it’s a lot. Lots of cameras. Lots of talking. Lots of nerves.”

You met Luke’s eyes from across the kitchen. He was clenching his jaw. He knew you were nervous enough as is. You’d joked last night about maybe skipping the event for the sake of your sanity and it had really hurt Luke’s feelings. The last thing he wanted was anymore reasons for you to back out last minute.

Percy went on, oblivious to this exchange, “Two! It’s been a while since we all hung out just us and we want to have fun. Three, and the most important — the after party. That stupid prick Octavian Augur is hosting this year and I’ll be damned if I’m not blackout before arrival.”

“Jesus,” You laughed, running a hand through your hair. “Sounds like we’re in for a great night of babysitting you, PJ.”

Luke smiled, catching on to your words. You were going. And honestly, with each passing minute, and Percy’s antics… the nerves were fading into excitement.

~~~~

Getting ready was a blast. After everyone ate a decent amount of food to cushion the impending onslaught of booze, the fun began. Annabeth played music from her speaker. Percy and Grover helped each other tie their ties for over half an hour. Thalia helped you with your makeup, making sure your eyeliner was sharp and pristine.

Luke had paid some random stylist to buy outfits for the both of you. He was wearing a gorgeous suit, tailored perfectly to his built physique. The sight of him so dressed up had your heart racing and your thighs squeezing together subconsciously. He was so hot it was unreal.

For you, the stylist had picked out a glittering golden gown. It was floor length, with a high slit running all the way to your hip, and loose off-the-shoulder sleeves. You’d never worn anything so beautiful or fancy in your life. Paired with heels and some of your favourite jewelry, you looked like the only place you belonged was on a red carpet.

When you first stepped out of the bedroom all prepared and ready to go, Luke’s cheeks turned red.

“Damn, angel…” He whispered, sauntering forward and placing his warm hands on your hips. “Maybe we should just stay home together…”

You laughed, knowing he was joking, despite the hunger flaring in his dark eyes. “Down, boy. We have plenty of time for that later.”

He pouted. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

Thalia gagged. “God, you are such a simp. The Uber’s here, let’s go!”

Luke pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, barely having to lean down now that you were wearing heels. “We got this, baby.”

You let the butterflies erupt in your chest as you smiled up at him. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or his hand in yours, but for the first time tonight, you believed him.

~~~~

The red carpet loomed ahead of you. On the left, there was a black backdrop, showcasing logos of various sponsors of the event. On the right, sectioned off by a velvet rope, was a hoard of photographers and fans lucky enough to get early access to the show. At the end of the red carpet, two streamers you didn’t know all that well called Connor and Travis, were doing interviews with all of the nominees for the night.

Luke squeezed your hand in silent encouragement. “We walk, pause for pictures, walk a bit more, quick two minute interview, and then we’re good to find our seats. It’ll be over before you know it.”

You nodded quickly, watching as Percy and Annabeth walked ahead on to the carpet after receiving their cue. They held hands and smiled brightly for pictures. Annabeth kissed Percy’s cheek and the amount of camera flashes tripled, fans in the crowd going wild. Your stomach did a nervous flip.

Thalia poked your back. “Hey, you’re shaking.”

“It’s the heels,” You lied. “I’m used to my Vans.”

“Percy bet me twenty bucks you’d trip and fall.” Grover said, with a teasing smirk.

Your stomach flipped again.

Thalia whacked his arm. “Remember your first red carpet? You stuttered through the interview and then threw up in the fake plant?”

Grover winced. “Trust me, Thals, I have nightmares every night.”

“Was your first red carpet bad, too?” You asked, glancing at Thalia, who only ever expressed pure confidence and charisma.

“No. But only because I was used to the spotlight. My dad’s Zeus Grace, remember?” Thalia explained, squaring her shoulders.

Oh, right. Thalia’s dad was a famous CEO of some corporate company. She’d done tons of photo shoots and had a steady fanbase long before she took up streaming.

“Luke’s first red carpet was fine though,” She continued, rubbing your shoulder. “Yours will be, too. You got this!”

You gave her a grateful smile before turning back around, wrapping your arm around Luke’s muscular bicep. Up ahead, Percy and Annabeth were approaching the interview section. The event coordinator next to you gave you a cue to start walking down the carpet.

Gasps, cheers, clapping — tons of camera flashes — photographers shouting: “Luke! Look here! Smile! Give us a kiss!”

You blushed and leaned into Luke’s towering frame, trying your best to remember some poses Annabeth and Thalia had coached you on earlier in the day. They had forgot to mention how blinding all the camera flashes could be, coupled with the bright overhead lights. You couldn’t see anything. And honestly, that was fine — it made the whole experience feel so surreal, like you were in a dream and your face and appearance and poses didn’t matter. You could feel Luke’s warmth radiating into your side and that was grounding enough.

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, lacing your fingers together. “Perfect,” Luke said, loud enough only you could hear. “You are perfect.”

Both of you made your way down the rest of the carpet, the photographers and fans turning their attention to Thalia who began strutting down the red carpet.

Percy and Annabeth wrapped up their interview and walked inside, not before spinning around and giving you and Luke an encouraging thumbs up.

Connor and Travis, known better by their shared twitch handle “StollBros” sized you up as you approached.

“Luke Castellan, brother! My man!” Connor said, clapping Luke on the shoulder as he shook hands with Travis. You noticed there were four cameras pointed at the interview station. Connor and Travis were both wearing wrist straps that held phones, showing only a twitch chat flying through messages. Right. The red carpet was being streamed on twitch, too. The phones allowed them to read any comments or questions from fans in the chat.

“Connor, Travis,” Luke said, his hand finding the small of your back in a show of comfort. “Good to see you both. And this is Y/N, my lovely girlfriend and beautiful date for the evening.”

God, he was so charming. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at his words, politely nodding to Connor and Travis.

“Beautiful is correct,” Travis said, eyeing you up and down. You giggled and did a little twirl, showing off your stunning down. Travis had to ask, “Are you sure Luke is the one you want? Luke SonofHermes Castellan? The same guy that uses 24-in-1 soap for cleaning and cooking?”

“That’s a rumor!” Luke interrupted, causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t worry, I told his fans I took him to Sephora the other day. Luke’s got an actual skincare routine now.” You replied, feeling comfortable around the goofy brothers.

Connor glanced at the twitch chat on his wrist. “The fans are dying to know, Y/N — is Boner Theory true?”

Luke’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh my God. I hate my fans.”

You nudged his side. “You don’t hate them, come on. But I’m not gonna answer that ‘cause I think it’s the funniest theory on the Internet right now.”

“Y/N~” Luke groaned, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter. “You’re gonna egg them on.”

“Good!” You teased with a grin.

Luke couldn’t help himself — he leaned down and kissed you right on the mouth. It was just a quick peck but still. It was in front of millions of viewers. Even Connor and Travis shared an amused look.

“Well guys, we’ll let you both go ahead inside. Luke, good luck tonight! Streamer of the Year’s the biggest award of the night!” Connor announced, giving Luke a fist bump.

“And Y/N,” Travis said, dramatically bowing and placing a kiss to the back of your hand, “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

~~~~

A man dressed like a butler asked for your names and then directed your group to your table near the front. The tables in the venue were circular, decorated with flowers and candles and nameplates for each guest. You sat between Luke and Thalia, with Percy, Grover, and Annabeth also at your table, of course. You glanced around the room at other seats, noticing streamers and some celebrities you actually recognized. Fans were also able to score tickets, and had their seats in the balcony above. You noticed some fans waving in your general direction and you offered a small smile, knowing there’s no way they were waving at you.

Luke kept one hand clasped in yours the entire time. He was always so calm, cool, and collected, it was interesting seeing him nervous. You knew that meant he really, really cared about this award. As he should — he worked hard everyday and made so many sacrifices to get to the level of popularity that he was at. He cared deeply about his fanbase and wanted to make them happy everyday. If Luke didn’t win Streamer of the Year, you’d riot.

Streamer of the Year was the last award of the night as it was the most anticipated, so there was probably a good two or three hours before Luke would be called on stage. He needed to relax a bit before then, or he’d spontaneously combust. Luke had already downed his drink and was tapping his foot anxiously, glancing around and smiling at some friends or nodding along to the intermission music playing.

You decided to do something a little risky, a little out of your comfort zone, to help ease his nerves.

You kicked off one of your high heels and began slowly dragging your toes down his calf. Leaning over, you pressed a delicate kiss to his neck, relishing in the hitch of his breath and the extra squeeze he gave your hand. “It’s alright, baby,” You whispered in his ear, trying to sound seductive. “No reason to be anxious.”

He met your eyes, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah? You’re oddly calm for someone whose never been to an event this size before.”

Luke’s hand slipped from your grasp as he angled himself to face you more, slowly caressing your exposed thigh from the slit in your dress. You giggled, biting your plump lower lip. “Well, the shots helped. And you help, too. Couldn’t do this without you, handsome.”

“Don’t get too confident, now.” Luke whispered, voice husky in your ear. His hand slipped just a bit higher, brushing the lacy trim of your thong, causing you to squirm. “We both know I’m the one in charge here.”

You were about to retaliate when Grover looked at you two from across the table and gasped, “Keep it in your pants, you freaks! There’s cameras everywhere.”

Luke laughed as you ducked your head, giggling quietly. Little did your friends know, the fear of getting caught in the act was something you and Luke fooled around with often. Hence that time you blew him on stream.

Annabeth rolled her eyes bemusedly. “The show starts in like, twenty minutes, you know. You have time.”

Percy guffawed. “Time for what?”

“I’ll take it.” Luke announced, standing from his chair. You blushed and took his hand as he lead you back out to the lobby of the venue.

It was still pretty busy, with guests arriving, cameramen, photographers, and fans being directed to seats. You scanned the room looking for a closet, or something. Luke, still taller than you despite the heels, seemed to see an opportunity above the crowd and pulled you along towards a hallway.

After a few twists and turns, the noise of the lobby began to fade. There was a smaller washroom down this hallway, away from the ones everyone else knew about and used. It was empty and quiet inside. Luke tugged you into one of the stalls just to be safe, locking it behind the both of you.

Without a beat of hesitation, his lips were on yours, shoving you back onto the stall door. His hands worked quickly to bunch your dress up around your hips, exposing the milky flesh of your thighs. He kept the dress bunched in one fist and used his other hand to trail a finger down your pussy, still covered by your lacy thong.

“Fuck…” Luke groaned, pulling away from your swollen lips. “You’re dripping already. Needy girl.”

“Luke,” you whimpered, his touch causing heat to pool dangerously in your core. “Please…”

“Please what, angel?” Luke teased, nipping at your jaw. “Touch you? Fuck you? In this public bathroom, where anyone could walk in—“

Saying those words, Luke tore the lace down your legs and hastily plunged two of his thick fingers into your aching cunt. The pain and the pleasure mixed together had you moaning loud, knees buckling under the pressure. Your back arched against the cool metal of the stall door, a gasp tumbling from your lips.

“Greedy cunt.” Luke murmured, sucking the skin above your breast, fucking his fingers into you at a ruthless pace. His hot breath hit your ear. “Imagine someone walked in and saw you right now. The innocent, pretty girl in the pretty dress getting finger fucked in the bathroom? Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I bet it’d make you come all over my hand—“

“Luke!” You cried, the familiar pressure building in your gut. He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles to the sensitive nub. “I’m gonna—“

Before you could finish, Luke withdrew his fingers from your folds, leaving you clenching around nothing. You fumed. Luke chuckled at your expression, watching the clear fluid stretch from your core to his fingers. He brought the digits up to your mouth, and you knew from experience already he wanted you to suck. You did, lapping at the salty taste of yourself, watching his pupils blow wide at the sight. “Clean ��em up nice and good so no one knows what we were doing in here. Gotta be presentable, don’t we, baby?”

You nodded along to his words, hoping that didn’t mean he was going to edge you and leave you legitimately dripping all night long. Thankfully, after pulling his wet fingers from your mouth, he began fumbling with his belt buckle. Luke pulled his pants down just enough to free his massive, hard cock, precum beading on the top. Your mouth began to water.

“Up, angel, up,” He cooed, hands under your ass as he lifted you in the air. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him close to your core.

Right as you sunk down onto his thick length with a quiet gasp, the bathroom door opened.

“See, I told you there was another bathroom down here.”

“Thank God, if I had to wait in line even a minute longer I would’ve died. I just want to touch up my makeup for God’s sake.”

You eyes locked onto Luke’s, both of you sporting matching horrified expressions. Your legs were in air, wrapped tightly around Luke’s torso. It was only a matter of time before these two girls saw Luke’s legs from below the stall and deduced someone was inside the bathroom with them. At least they’d only see one person, not two.

The thought of getting caught sent a thrill down your spine, causing your pussy walls to clench down hard around Luke’s cock. He grit his teeth and slowly, slowly pulled out of you —

only to ram back in at full force.

He slammed one of his hands on your mouth, pushing hard, begging you with his eyes not to make a singular sound. He held you up against the stall, suspended and impaled on his thick, veiny cock.

Outside, the girls continued talking, their heels clicking as they walked towards the sinks.

“Did you see Luke Castellan? He came in with his new girlfriend or whatever. She’s actually pretty. I didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Um, I think she’s the lucky one? Come on, have you seen Luke Castellan? He’s fucking hot.”

“He does have the aura of a guy who eats pussy with the devotion of a man starved.”

“Ugh, you’re so right. I should’ve made a move when I had my chance.”

Luke fucked into you again, bucking hard and causing you to see stars. It took all your mental focus not to scream and moan (and laugh at the girl’s conversation. Because they were right. God, were they right). Luke took his hand off your mouth, meeting your eyes again, silently ordering you to shut the fuck up. He then used this free hand to pull your tits out of your dress. Thankfully you had decided against wearing a bra. His mouth latched on to one of your nipples, biting down as he began fucking you at a steady pace, trying not to make a sound.

You held yourself up with one arm around his neck, using your other hand to finally touch your throbbing clit. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, your head lolling back against the stall with a gentle thud.

Luckily, neither girls paid the sound any mind.

“I better win Streamer of the Year. Like, yeah, Luke’s great and popular and all, but he’s just a guy. I don’t think a girl’s won in years. And I do so much for the community.”

“So much.”

“And, you can’t tell anyone this, but I might’ve told Apollo if he, y’know, helped me out with the votes… I’d compensate him.”

“No way! You’d do that?”

“Yeah? Like I said, I deserve it the most.”

Something clicked in Luke’s brain. He must’ve finally recognized who the voice belonged to, and in doing so, quickened his pace with you. He kept one fist underneath you, clinging to your bunched up dressed and holding you up. He licked your other boob before meeting your mouth with his again, all tongue and teeth and no regret. You were being loud now, louder than you should’ve been. You were going to get caught. Your orgasm was building rapidly.

Caught, caught, caught —

Fuck! You mouthed, silent as a mouse as your orgasm crashed into you, powerful as ever. Luke continued fucking into you, letting you ride out your high. He came shortly after, biting down on your shoulder and screwing his eyes shut as he pumped his seed deep into your weeping cunt. You could feel him pulsating inside you, sending shivers up your spine.

“Wait, Drew, look — there’s someone in here!”

“What the fuck? Are you spying on us, creep?”

You suppressed another moan as Luke pulled out of you, and then helped you find your footing in the cramped stall. You grabbed a bundle of toilet paper and pressed it between your legs, cleaning up his release and the mess you’d made together.

“What the fuck?”

Luke snorted a laugh, straightening his suit and helping you with your dress. He swiped a thumb along your swollen lower lip, probably fixing your smudged makeup. He kissed your forehead, eyes gleaming with mischief, before he opened the stall door.

Standing at the sinks were Drew Tanaka and Silena Beauregard. You’d heard of them before, and watched some of their content — they mostly did IRL streams and get-ready-with-me’s. It was sort of surreal to see them in person. Especially after hearing their conversation about Luke.

“Drew. Silena.” Luke said with a polite nod, not trying at all to hide his satisfied smirk as he brushed passed them to the sink. You followed timidly, a searing blush building up from your chest to your cheeks.

“Were you two…” Silena trailed off, incredulous, at a loss for words. She blushed too. “Oh my God.”

“Couldn’t keep it in your pants for one night, Castellan?” Drew taunted, looking between the couple with an eye of disgust. You shrinked back a bit from her stare. She sounded so mean.

“Yeah, well, it can be our little secret!” Luke replied, reaching for a paper towel to dry his hands. Drew held her position, not moving out of the way. He continued, “Unless, of course, you want me to tell everyone about the fact you’re bribing the host for a win.”

Drew narrowed her eyes. “Like they’d believe you.”

“Like they’d believe you, spreading rumours about me when you’ve already caused enough drama in the streaming community.” Luke retorted, meeting her gaze.

You held your breath. Some sort of hostile stand off was happening and you had no idea how to react. Luckily, Silena Beauregard saw your nervous expression and offered you a kind smile. “You’re Y/N, right? Nice to meet you! Love the dress.”

“Uh… thanks?” You choked out, suddenly self aware of all the wrinkles in the satin of your gown, bestowed there by Luke’s strong grip.

“Anyways. Show’s about to start!” Luke said, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders. “Try not to limp, angel.”

“Bye, Luke!” Silena said with a smile.

“Ugh.” Drew scoffed, giving you a dirty glare on your way out.

~~~~

“And the winner of the 2025 Streamer of the Year Award is…. SonOfHermes!”

Luke was frozen in shock at your side. You were equally as shocked — after the bathroom encounter, you had fully believed Draw Tanaka had conned her way to the top. But no, she didn’t win. Luke won. Your Luke. Streamer of the Year.

“Go, dude, go!” Percy cheered, helping Luke strand from his seat. Annabeth, Thalia, and Grover were also standing, clapping, cheering. You joined them, giving Luke a big hug and wet kiss on his cheek before gently shoving him in the direction of the stage.

All around you, the event venue had erupted into cheers from other streamers and fans alike. The presenter at the podium held out the ugly Pepe the Frog shaped trophy out to Luke as he took the stairs two at a time up to the stage. He took the award and gave the presenter a quick side hug before they left the stage, giving Luke his spotlight moment.

The cheering died down as Luke began his acceptance speech. You kept your hands clasped together under your chin, tears pinpricking your eyes as sheer joy and pride flooded over you. Luke’s grin was brighter than any spotlight, any camera flash.

“Firstly,” Luke began, speaking into the mic. “I gotta thank my wild ass fans, man. I wouldn’t be here without your constant support and love. Well, sometimes love. You guys really do love to bully me in chat.”

The crowd laughed. Your laugh sounded more like a choked sob, tears flowing freely down your eyes now. Thalia wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you close.

“Secondly, I have to thank Y/N, which I only introduced to you all about two weeks ago.” Luke continued, meeting your gaze even though you were just one person in a large crowd. He made you feel like the centre of the universe. “We recently celebrated our one year anniversary. I love that girl with my whole heart and soul. She does so much for me behind the scenes which allows me to be my best self everytime I start a stream. Y/N, you’re everything to me. I love you.”

“Lastly, you know I gotta shoutout the homies. Percy, Grover, Annie, Thals — my streams wouldn’t be half as fun without your stupid shenanigans making it entertaining for everyone. Love you guys!”

Luke held the award up one last time as the crowd cheered again, giving him a standing ovation as he came back down to his seat. You gave him another big hug as he lifted you off your feet, planting a firm kiss to your lips.

Luke set you back down and chuckled. “You crying over me, baby?” He asked, rubbing his thumb under your eye, no doubt where your mascara had smudged.

“I’m really, really proud of you.” You replied, kissing his cheek tenderly. “And I love you, too. So much.”

The award ceremony continued, but for the rest of the night, Luke never let go of your hand. Not when Percy jokingly tried to steal the trophy, not when Thalia demanded a round of victory tequila shots, and not even when the after-party lights dimmed and the music pulsed through the venue.

As the celebration wound down, Luke pulled you close, his lips brushing your ear. “You know what the best part of tonight is?” he murmured.

You tilted your head, smiling. “The award?”

He shook his head, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. “Nah. It’s that I get to take you home.”

Your heart swelled as he kissed you again, slow and sweet, like he had all the time in the world.

And in that moment—surrounded by laughter, love, and the quiet hum of victory—you knew you made the right decision.

author’s note: hahaha holy shit I cannot believe I wrote all that oh my god. phew. part 4 anyone?

taglist: @hayacinthandlilies @cloudtato @lovelaurakinney

[ziggymars]

mirror, mirror (18+) - cl.16

Charles Leclerc x Reader

winner from this poll

warning(s): sentences that would have gotten me lobotomized in the 1900s, terribly translated Italian AND French, established relationship, fingering, squirting, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected pnv, cream pie, horn dog charles and awful writing probably, please don’t hate me im intimidated by the f1 fandom even though i am in it ..... also i didn't proofread the whole thing please forgive any errors, they will probably be fixed soon. minors pls DNI.

word count: 3.7k+

A/N: mama an inchident behind you ! I know I was going to post this like a month ago, but I'm going through it sis AND my computer ate the original so I had to rewrite this oop. i'm very sorry to everyone who was expecting timo, the mexico city gp had me feral so you get this monstrosity. don’t hesitate to send any dirty thoughts you have about charles, perhaps inspiration will strike and i will give you the gift of sinful prose. i'm nervous to post this but i'm going to anyways xoxo zigs

The first thing you usually hear that is a clear indication that Charles is home, is the purr of his engine pulling into the driveway. A sound that had quickly become one of your favorites. A cacophony that drove your neighbors completely mad, music to your ears. Next came the jingling of his keys, echoing in the foyer. Which was very clear to you from where you stood. Today you were faced in front of a ginormous mirror. It had just gotten delivered but the installation guys wouldn't be able to make it until next week; so now it was placed, halfhazardly, against the wall in the living room. Definitely not where it was supposed to go. It looked kind of nice there regardless, reflecting the warm glow of lights in your shared home.

You glanced over at the clock, a familiar anticipation bubbling inside of you. He had mentioned an interview with Max earlier, and you could only imagine how it had gone. The door creaked open, and you turned your head -- a warm smile spread across your face at the sight of him. There he was, looking so effortlessly handsome as he always does. "Honey, I'm home!" He chirped, once again, as he always did. Charles strode to where you stood, and he stopped in his tracks for a moment as his eyes fell on the mirror. "Wow, um.... that's huge," he said with a raised brow, astonishment clear on his features. He continued walking towards it and ran a finger along the ornate frame, your eyes following it the entire time "I didn't expect it to be this big."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his observations, you had thought the same thing when it came. "Neither did I." You said as you followed closer to him to wrap an arm around his side, head on his shoulder. "What do you think?" You asked, "I think it will look really nice in the stairway. Installation guys can't make it until next week though.”

Charles mirrored you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He tilted his head to the side as he studied his reflection and then he began to study yours. "I think it will look really amazing once it's put up. For now it takes up a lot of space, no? I guess that's alright." He said, the last part mostly to himself.

For a moment, you both stood there, caught in the sight of your reflection. There was something intimate about it, even if both of you were fully clothed. It captured your visage but also the energy in the room; remnants of shared memories and love. An idea came to him that made all of his cares about its current placement fly out the window.

"Do you want to try it out?" Charles asked suddenly, catching you off guard. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, don't you want to see how we look together?"

A warm flush spread across your cheeks and you ripped your eyes from his reflection to look at him for real as you asked "Together?"

"Of course. You know what I mean." He laughed and turned his gaze to look at you too, the intensity making your heart skip just a beat. "Please. Let me play with you, il mio cuore."

Your shoulders brushed as you turned to face him, your mouth opening to protest. You had two Cornish hen's in the oven that you desperately did not want to burn. It wouldn't have been the first time you nearly started a fire because of Charles' obsession with pleasing you. It was a protest that he didn't even let escape your mind before he was placing a finger over your lips to silence you. "Just turn it off, if you're worried about dinner." He knew without you even having to say it, he could smell the aroma from the kitchen. And while it did smell really, really good -- the pull to explore this mirror’s capabilities was too strong for him. Too strong to miss this opportunity.

You gave a playful roll of your eyes before you kissed the finger pressed to your lips, a sigh of “Fine.” slipping through the space around it.

Too excited to wait even a moment longer, he gives your ass a light spank, saying "Hurry along." The commanding tone sending a shiver down your spine and a skip in your step as you did as he told; scampering to the kitchen to turn the oven off. It took you no time and even less to get back to him.

"Good girl." He purred and then pulled you closer to him by the shirt you were wearing, his shirt, maneuvering your body until you were both facing the mirror. Charles towered over you, his torso brushing against your shoulder blades. He ran one hand across your collarbone and then down your clothed stomach. "This will be fun, I promise."

"I don't doubt that," you breathed, goosebumps starting to rise in the wake of his fingertips as your eyes closed, "it's just a bit awkward, watching myself."

"No.." Charles cooed, his fingers gliding back to where they came from, tracing along the swell of your breast, the feeling of it causing him to take a sharp inhale. "You're beautiful, please, look at you."

When they found their way to your nipples, which were already pert under his touch, your eyes finally fluttered open. A soft, almost indiscernible grunt leaving your already parted lips. "You're so excited already, and I've barely touched you." He said, a cocky grin slipping to his lips as he pinched at one of them absentmindedly. You let out a quiet yelp and your back can't help but arch into the touch, "More, please." coming from your lips.

Nearly every time he heard you say that, he would oblige. Right now was one of those times. Charles slid his hand down, slipping it under your shirt; fingertips gliding across your flesh, "So soft." He remarked, his voice becoming more thick the closer his hand got to cupping around your breast. Where he kneaded, his fingers melding to your skin deliciously. You gave off another soft grunt, your thighs wriggling in an attempt to rub them together. "Oh, feeling needy today?"

You were tempted to roll your eyes but decided against it, not wanting to thwart any chances of getting what you now desperately wanted. He took notice of your self restraint so he rewarded you by snaking his hand down and into the hem of your spandex shorts, the ones he loved so much. Charles was met immediately with the feel of your already slick folds. "No underwear, mon lapinou?" (my bunny).

All you could do was nod your head and look at his reflection with a pleading look as the pad of his middle finger circled in the slick you produced. "Use your words." His voice was a gentle coo urging you on.

"No underwear." You confirmed with a shaky voice "Please, Charles, you're driving me crazy."

"You drive me crazy all the time," he said "perhaps this is payback." The same smirk glued to his lips from before as he moved his finger up and down gently against your clit. "Fine," he huffed "I'll give you what you want though." It was partly for you, but also selfish reasons. He was eager to watch the show you were about to provide for no one but him; the thought of it intoxicating him relentlessly.

Without another word, he's tugging your shorts down and allowing you to step out of them before he dramatically, and honestly, a bit comically threw them to the side. Not giving a single care to where they went, tunnel visioned on nothing but making full use of the mirror.

Next, Charles started to pull the leather arm chair that was skewed beside the couch to sit in front of the mirror; patting his legs with a look to you. “Take off your shirt and come sit on my lap.”

Finally finding courage and clarity through swirling vestiges of lust, you purred a simple "Yes, papà."

Something you didn't call him often. Something you saved in your back pocket for when you really wanted to rile him up. A special treat, for a very special man.

One "Oh, Gesù Cristo." (Jesus Christ) and you knew it had worked. Perfect.

Charles' pupils blow wide and stuck to your hands that were now removing the last remaining piece of clothing. Your eyes, however, were settled on the wet patch that had formed on his shirt, almost the very instant that you had called him the name he loved so much. "Do you like what you see, papà?" You asked, metaphorically poking the sleeping bear.

"Love what I see," he said, beckoning you closer "but I'd love to see what you look like with my fingers inside you a little bit more, come here. Please." Near the end of the sentence, his voice was almost a whine. Giving away just how much he wanted to feel your body against his. You weren't cruel, and to be fair you wanted this just as bad as he did. So you were doing as you were told for the second time this evening. You clambered to settle in his lap and he was quick to adjust your legs. Spreading them impossibly wide with rough hands, your breath already beginning to bait at the implication alone.

Then Charles did something that left your cheeks burning; he spread apart your folds. His mouth fell open as he gazed at the sight in the mirror, admiring your beauty. “Look at that," he swooned, "so pretty. So fucking gorgeous.”

Feeling sheepish from being so exposed, you tried to turn your head and bury it inside the crook of his neck but there was absolutely no way he was going to let that happen. With his other hand he grabbed your chin, not hard enough to actually hurt you but hard enough to make you look; forcing your gaze to where his fingers held open his prize. "See? What did papà say?" He said, his tone scolding yet still warm "So pretty."

Your hips wriggled in his lap, a futile attempt to grind back against the now achingly hard length that was flush against his stomach. Trying to urge him on, to do anything else besides continue to wordlessly look at you like he was going to swallow you whole.

"I'm speaking to you, mon lapinou." Charles tsked, his index finger now circling around your entrance, "don't be rude."

Realizing you didn't have another option, you couldn’t be shy now that you had opened this can of worms with one simple name, you managed to parrot him “So pretty.” Followed by a choked and begging “Please, touch me.”

“Good girl.” He cooed, simple and sweet before he was plunging one finger into your depths; a soft, languid moan falling from your lips. If your vision had been any more clouded, you might have missed the way his eyes nearly rolled back at the sound alone.

Charles’ grip tightened on your chin, keeping your focus steady to where he was now slowly, but surely drawing his finger out, and then back in at an excruciatingly slow pace. Enough to give you what you want but not getting ahead of himself just yet. His eyes dipped closed for only a moment as he leaned forward to pepper gentle kisses to your shoulder. When his eyes open he had to still all of his movements for a moment, genuinely fearing he might cum in his pants at the very sight of you perched in his lap. Your lips parted, legs spread, arousal dripping down his wrist. It was enough to make him weak.

You let out needy whines, hips bucking against his hand, urging him silently. Charles chuckled and obliged, slowly pumping a second digit into your tight heat. “That’s it, ma belle. Let me make you feel good.” He purred, his accent becoming more evident the more he lost himself in the sight. He watched, ever intently, entranced by the way you fell apart under his touch — filthy, breathless moans tumbling from your lips like a leaky faucet.

Charles’ deft fingers continued their filthy dance, pumping in and out of your dripping core, his thumb coming to circle your throbbing clit. Your breaths come in short and labored gasps, chest heaving as you started to lean back against him, pleasure washing over your body. Your hips began to stutter and he made the executive decision to remove his other hand from your chin so he could use it to press them back down against him — spreading your thighs even further. “Oh fuck!” You gasped, a choked moan as he was able to pump his fingers even deeper. Your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy, head falling back to his shoulder. He tilted his own to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tongue immediately dipping into your warm mouth to taste your sweetness.

Charles fingers continued to work, curling them just right. He stroked against the sensitive spot inside of you that made you see stars. A loud and wanton mewl is ripped through your throat, forcing you to pull away from the kiss so you could throw your head back against his shoulder. Obscene wet sounds filled the room as he began to finger-fuck you even harder, reveling in the way your smooth walls fluttered around him. Finally, you manage to pick your head up from his shoulder so you can look into the mirror. Blood rushes down between your thighs as the scene before you comes to view.

A third finger came to play and you were a goner. He reveled in the way your smooth, velvety walls pulsed around him. You became a whimpering mess, your mouth falling open as he met your gaze in the mirror. His eyes were dark and you could see he was holding himself back from just shoving you onto the floor and fucking you into oblivion. It made your eyes roll back, a slow moan of “Charles!” accompanying it.

“You’re close, I can tell.” He says, his voice course but somehow also boastful; knowing he’s the one who knows how to make you come undone like this, writhing in his lap like a first rate whore. One of the ways he can tell is now, how your moans grow even louder, higher pitched. Your hips started to buck against his hand frantically as you babbled “Yes, yes, yes!” over and over in his ear.

“That’s it, amore.” Charles encouraged you, voice husky in your ear. He gritted his teeth, “Cum all over my fingers, pretty girl. Come on, that’s it.”

It was enough for you, it was always enough for you. To hear him commanding you to cum. Like a sleeper agent only activated by a carefully constructed phrase. So with a loud and keening cry, your entire body seized. Thighs clamping around Charles’ wrist, a gush of liquid splashing against his hand and soaking his fingers. It dripped down the leather chair and onto the floor. His eyes widened in shock — you had never done that before. Charles could practically feel his chest swell with pride, satisfied smirk etched on his face. The puddle on the floor in front of you serving as a physical reminder to him of just how well he had done.

Somehow he managed to keep himself composed, grunting as he continued to pump his fingers, coaxing every wave of your orgasm. “Jesus, fuck! Baby!” He growled in appreciation, never ceasing his fingers movements until you were collapsing back, breathlessly, against his chest.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips. You could only watch, mesmerized, when he sucked them clean. A deep moan rose from his throat that reverberated around his fingers. “Delicious,” he said, pulling them from his mouth with a satisfied hum. Charles can barely even hold himself back now, his cock straining against fabric as he stared at the ethereally erotic display before him. You panted, legs shaking from the orgasm he had given you. "Enough of that, mon cherie. I need to be inside of you."

He doesn't give you any time to respond before he is standing, and in one swift motion bending you over the side of the chair. Your face is pressed into the cool leather, your gaze stuck on the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. You didn't mind it being stuck there now, the aftershocks of how good he had made you feel helped your guard come down. And now all you could do was stare at him in the mirror, Charles missed it because he was quick to push both his pants and boxers down, settling himself behind you. You arched your back further and wiggled your hips, a giggle escaping as you presented your glistening pussy for him. He let out a low groan, hands roaming over your ass and up your back. "Fuuuck, look at that." Charles said, taking a moment to admire the view, slowly stroking himself a few times.

Positioning himself behind you, finally, he rubs the tip of his cock across your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. And then without warning, he sheathes himself fully inside of you with one powerful thrust. A long and low moan escapes both of your lips, a sweet symphony of soprano and tenor. Your hands grip onto the leather arm of the chair, trying to ground yourself into reality.

But it's hard. Really hard. Especially when he starts to set a steady rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. Setting a primal pace that leaves the both of you gasping in pleasure. His pelvis slaps forward against your ass with each and every powerful thrust -- each one driving you forward just a little bit more. Your eyes are half-lidded now, heavy with lust. But you will them to stay open. You can see everything in the mirror. The ecstacy etched in your furrowed brows, the bounce of your ass with every jolt of his hips, and his muscles flexing subtly as he fucked into you at a relentless pace. Hands down the hottest thing you had ever been privy to witness.

Another thing you're keen to notice is the way he's so focused on not losing himself. For a man so ready to fuck you in front of a mirror, it sure seemed like he couldn't handle it anymore. Evident by the way his head was thrown back, curses of your name tumbling from his lips over and over. Your eyes begin to roll, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the knowledge that you were the one who made this usually so confident and domineering man feel like this.

Almost as if he could sense your thoughts, his head comes back forward, his hands gripping tightly onto your ass now. "You like this, non?" It comes out with a quiet grunt "You like when I fuck you like this?"

When you're not answering as quickly as he'd like, he's suddenly bringing one hand down to slap against your ass harshly. You let out a yelp that turns into a pathetically pleasured whine, "Yes, Charles! Feels so good!"

Charles rubs his hand along where it had previously struck, soothing the angry flesh. "Good girl," he cooed through gritted teeth "milking this cock so good." One of his hands abandons its grip on your ass to reach and rub tight circles against your clit. It sends cascading shockwaves of bliss pulsing through your bones. Determined to make you cum again, he says "Come on, baby. Cum all over this cock," Charles can feel you tightening around him, your moans growing more insistent and drawn out "I want to feel you." He clenched his jaw, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

He leans forward and loops an arm under you to palm at one of your breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers as he pounds into you. The new angle allowing him to hit that spot inside of you. His thrusts grow even more erratic, teeth grazing the sensitive skin against your neck -- rapidly chasing his own release. The thought of him cumming, the look on his face, it was too much. You cried out his name and your walls rhythmically pulsed around his cock as you came for the second time this evening. It was his Achilles' heel. Charles' snapped his hips one final time, burying himself deep as he possibly could. There was a long and low grunt that bellowed from his throat as he emptied himself inside of you, both arms wrapping around your middle to hold you close to him.

There was a long moment where the both of you just stayed like that. Your heart rates coming back to normal, still joined together. "You are incredible. The sounds you make, how you take me..." Charles' praises you softly, his thumb running along your swollen lower lip "c'est magnifique. I love you." He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder before he pulls out, slow and careful. Watching as his release trickles from you, a wolfish grin spreads across his lips, but you're momentarily displeased. A whimper bubbles from your lips, wishing he could just stay inside of you forever.

You unfurled your body from it's position across the chair, trying to keep your thighs clamped together as best as you could, "I love you, too."

Before you can even blink, Charles is by your side, giving you his arm so he could walk you to the bathroom. He was sweet like that. Always making sure that he took the best care of you after he had done sacrilegious things to your body.

Together, you made your way down the hallway. Albeit, you had to practically waddle to ensure you didn't spill on the floors you had just so meticulously cleaned hours before.

"Maybe we could just keep the mirror there?" He looked over at you to suggest, cheeky grin in tow. Amusing suggestion from someone who just said that it was taking up too much space.

You laughed and then grimaced, your hand flying between your legs "Please, don't make me laugh right now, Charles."

[cyberseong]

day off.

pairing: wooyoung x f!reader

genre: smut, established relationship

warnings/topics: there is like no plot, dom!wooyoung, slight degradation, oral sex/blowjob, handjob, accidental exhibitionism, y/n is kind of a brat, mentioned yunho and san, unprotected sex, wooyoung is a gamer bf basically

a/n: i have not been writing at all because i’ve been so busy oops. this was something i wrote quickly so there may be errors or typos, but enjoy! notes/reblogs are appreciated!

wc: 1k

“i’ll be off soon love... just a few more rounds, and we’ll call it a night,” he reasoned repeatedly— you felt bad asking him for his attention so many times, especially when you knew his friends had been eager to speak to him just as much as you did. you were all busy people, but you couldn’t help but feel like they were cutting into the time you two usually spent alone.

the time read 10:00 PM when you decided you had enough of waiting on wooyoung. if you had to take his attention from his screen physically, you weren’t going to hesitate to do so; even if san and yunho also had to experience the consequence. you quietly slid under wooyoung’s desk, pausing to see if that would warrant a reaction. to your luck, you went unnoticed; wooyoung was too busy yelling at yunho for something he had done in-game to even realize where you were.

it wasn’t until he felt his sweatpants being tugged on that he snapped his neck downwards, looking in between his legs in surprise; you gave him nothing but a small smile and a head tilt as if you had not the slightest idea of what he might’ve been staring at you so hard for. His attention didn’t stay on you long, so as soon as his eyes locked back onto his screen, you put in the rest of the effort to drop his pants to the floor and push his legs apart just slightly so you would have easier access to what was in between them. you snickered upon seeing he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his pants. nevertheless, you caressed his tip lightly just to tease him. you could see a glimpse of wooyoung’s face from where you were under the desk; he bit his lip whenever he wasn’t talking through his mic in an attempt to keep san and yunho unsuspecting of anything. he hissed as your hand eventually began to stroke his now-erect length, using his precum as a lubricant. you made sure to maintain an agonizingly slow pace and then speed up as soon as he was required to speak into his mic.

“san, to your– fuck– your left, hold on–” wooyoung quickly muted his microphone, even as he heard san and yunho asking if he was alright through his headset. he had to stifle a groan as he felt a wetness around his cock; he changed his gaze to meet yours, and then he realized it was your mouth that had suddenly taken him in whole.

“fuck, y/n, what’s up with you today? so needy that you couldn’t have waited a few more minutes?” he furrowed his eyebrows as he took the headset off his head and roughly sat it on the desktop, his veiny hand then gripping your hair and pulling your head back to ensure you were listening to his words and taking in the expression laid upon his face. he stood up from his chair, signaling for you to get out from under the desk. once you were within reach, wooyoung lifted you by your waist and legs, throwing you over his shoulders before nearly throwing you onto the mattress that was adjacent to his computer. the game was still running, and yunho and san were still playing, but all 4 of you knew wooyoung wasn’t getting back on that game tonight.

wooyoung quickly stripped you out of your clothing, creating a pile of them on the floor in a matter of seconds. He wasn’t angry, but the slight annoyance that coated his actions and expressions just made you shudder; you loved seeing him like that. his hands worked quickly as he flipped you onto your stomach, positioning your body so your ass was in the air and your head was being pushed into the sheets by his one hand. he didn’t even make an effort to locate his lube as you were already dripping over his bed. his other hand rested on your lower back as he bottomed out into you immediately, not even giving you a chance to adjust; not that you needed one, anyway.

“fuck, w-woo, faster please,” you moaned, which was muffled by the soft fabric that was repeatedly pushing against your lips.

“why so demanding? i don’t think you're in a place to boss me around y/n, hm?” wooyoung teased, keeping his thrusts short and fast, his hand now holding a tight grip on your hip. you were sure it would leave a mark later, and the thought of that alone was pushing you closer to your release.

wooyoung’s thighs began to tremble as he could feel the familiar pressure build up in the pit of his abdomen; his thrusts eventually becoming sloppier and less precise than before. his small high-pitched moans gave it away that he was nearing his climax.

“wooyoung, fuck, i’m so close–” you moaned loudly before reaching your high, clenching around wooyoung’s dick; which resulted in him cumming as well.

he gently pulled out of you, falling back onto the mattress and taking a moment to catch his breath. he was about to praise you for doing so well for him until he heard a faint voice from his headset speaker.

“i think he just might’ve intended to mute…” yunho giggled, even though his ears were beet red from hearing everything from the last half an hour.

“i mean, it was hot… but fuck, he made us lose this round. my rank went down again…” san sighed, leaning back into his chair after leaving the lobby.

“no, i think you just suck at the game, san.”

[atinyniki]

two is better than one

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!lee felix x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst, slightly suggestive

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationships, felix is referred to as lix, and lixie, petnames, pregnancy, mentions of a previous miscarriage, vomiting, childbirth, allusions to sex, suggestive

authors note: yayyy !!! i loved writing this series so much but this will probably be the last part. hope you enjoy the happy ending this time :) this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 3180

(pt. 1) || (pt. 2)

TW, PROCEED WITH CAUTION: mentions of a previous miscarriage

“i made you some food, you wanna come try?”

you get off the bed, walking over to where felix is standing at your door. you mumble a ‘mhm’ and follow him into the kitchen. life never got easier after what happened to your little sprout. you missed her so much.

you walk by the nursery room, your eyes lingering on the pink curtains for a little bit, then continue to follow felix. you never had the strength to abandon that nursery, sometimes still cleaning it when you’re feeling lonely.

you sit down with felix, an array of brownies on a platter with jjamppong, one of your favorite dishes made by felix. “thank you lixie”, you say with a meek smile. he smiles back, the sparkle in his eyes still dull.

you’ve gotten better, it’s been almost eight months now, but the pain will never be easy to deal with. you both continue to eat, staring at each other every so often. 

his leg brushes against yours, just wanting to feel you there with him. felix hasn’t been doing too well, especially with comeback pressure, but he’s glad he took a break for you.

his hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him and resting his head on your shoulder. it was moments like these that you felt safe, only being surrounded by felix. “i love you y/n”

you smile, running your nails along his spine. “mmm, i love you too lix”

you both finish your food, finally grabbing the brownies from the plate. you shove it into your face after craving a sweet treat for so long, felix jerking his head towards you, looking at you with wide eyes. 

he tries to hold in his laugh, but it ends up coming out as a sputter, eyes crinkling in the process. “babe… you got chocolate… literally everywhere”, he chuckles.

you stare back at him, a little dumbfounded. you haven’t seen him laugh all that much in a while, you’re glad it was you who cheered him up a little. “oops… sorry”, you said with a smile.

he kisses you, licking the sweet chocolate off your face and smiling at you again. your foreheads are pressed together, making the moment far more intimate than you thought it’d be. he pulls you in closer again, “i love you lots, i really do”

“i know, i love you too felix”, you say as you place a peck on his nose. you both smile at each other, not breaking eye contact as if you’re afraid the moment will end if you do. 

you both deserve to be happy. this is your chance.

“i’m read- woah…”

felix stares at you like you’ve just hung stars in the sky, his eyes trailing further and further down your body. you’re in a gorgeous black dress that hugs each and every one of your curves beautifully, you’ve never tried it on until today.

“do you… like it?”, you asked him nervously. 

his eyes shoot back up to yours, giving you a bright smile. “you look so beautiful, my love”

you don’t hear that pet name all that often. it’s normally reserved for softer, more intimate moments, but he couldn’t help himself. you walk over to him and wrap your arms around him tightly.

you look up at him, slowly closing the gap between you both as your lips meet in a soft kiss. no kiss had ever felt so heavenly to you since the incident. 

felix cups his small hand over your cheek, stroking it lovingly with his thumb and smiling at you. he turns you around to face the bathroom mirror, eyes widening when he sees the ring of red around his lips.

you both begin to laugh after a little while, a sudden comfort washing over you. you lean over to grab a wipe, clearing the lipstick off his face. you quickly apply your mascara and then head out. 

you want to treat him well today. it is his birthday after all.

you enjoy dinner with him that night, your mind finally cleared for a little while. all you could think about was making felix happy that night, and you did so.

“did you have fun darling?”

felix hummed in satisfaction, kissing your forehead before bringing you into your home. before you could even make it to your room, you kissed him again, on the lips this time, catching him by surprise.

“baby, why do you keep-“, you cut him off with another kiss, this time tugging at his shirt. you needed him again. you wanted to give it another chance.

“felix i think… i think im finally ready…”

his eyes widen. were you really thinking about trying again? 

you knew how much he wanted this.

“you mean… i- you want to try again?”

you look up into his eyes, smiling at him. you proceed to kiss him once again, whispering into his lips, “yes, please…?”

without a second thought, felix picks you up bridal style and brings you to his room, setting you down on your shared bed. 

he kisses all over your face and neck, making sure to put you first. “are you sure?”

you smile at him, intertwining your fingers with his. “i’m sure lixie.”

he smiles wider than he has in a while, carefully removing your clothes. his fingers trail over every single stretch mark, kissing them after. “so beautiful…”, he mumbled.

felix makes the sweetest love to you, chasing mainly after your pleasure. soon after, you’re laying on your back with clean clothes and damp hair, but you don’t know how you got here. 

all of a sudden, you see felix with a large shirt on, baggy sweats to go along with them. you smile at him, tears slowly starting to leave your eyes.

he rushes over to the spot on the bed beside you, “hey hey hey why are you crying baby? are you not ready? we can always get a night after pill?”

you pull him closer to you, hugging his chest and kissing him softly. “no i’m ready, you just…”

“i what? did i do something wrong?”

“no… you’re just so caring for me and- i don’t know… i guess im just really happy. i’m so grateful for you felix”, you reply.

felix is stunned by the sincerity in your voice, but still hugs you back nonetheless. he knows you’re vulnerable right now, but he’s also worried about what is to come. 

what if it happens again…?

“felix!”, you yell out. felix rushes to the bathroom, “what?! what happened?! what’s wro-“

you shove the pregnancy test in his face, a large smile plastered on yours. his eyes widen, quickly filling with tears. he doesn’t say anything, he just hugs you and kisses all over your face.

you giggle, and he smiles, your laugh is music to his ears. he slowly sinks to his knees, pulling your shirt up a little to rub over your tummy. he peppers a couple kisses on it, and stands back up to look at you. 

“baby… i can’t wait”

you smile at his words, finally feeling happy again after so long. “i love you felix”

“i love you more y/nnie”

he hugs you to his chest once again, rubbing circles onto your back. “we’ll be okay. i know it.”

you bite you lip nervously as you wait for the doctor to come in. “hey baby, it’s fine, don’t worry”

it’s your first ultrasound after little sprout, and you’re a little worried about your baby. you’ve been throwing up much more than before, and the symptoms seem to be more intense.

“hey, sorry for the wait, we had to take care of a couple of things. how are you feeling?”

you went through the formalities with the doctor, eager for your ultrasound. once you see the doctor pull out the gel, you immediately relaxed onto the bed and sighed. felix was busy playing with your fingers, trying his best to distract you from your dark thoughts.

your eyes dart to the screen, seeing a little blob of white in the frame. your smile comes back, when the doctors voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “oh? hold on…”

your heart sinks into your stomach, “is everything okay?”

“everything should be fine, but… oh!”

her eyes meet yours again. “congratulations, you’re having twins!”, she says with a smile.

your heart jumps back into place. you turn your head to look at felix who is smiling so incredibly brightly at you. he squeezes your hand, tears brimming in his eyes. you squeeze his hand back.

you continue talking about the regular concerns with the doctor, making sure everything is okay. “this would probably explain why your symptoms are slightly stronger. they shouldn’t be too strong, but if they ever do get too bad please give us a call.”

she leaves the room not too long after, you and felix hugging eachother tightly. “oh my gosh i can’t believe it!”, you breathed out. felix buried his face into your neck again, pulling you close. 

he looks up just to smile at you, before pushing his head back down again. “i’m so proud of you.”

“i’m proud of you too, lix”

“seungmins a wizard. i’m betting on it.”, jisung yells.

all of you break out into laughter, “a wizard?”, you ask incredulously.

“yes y/n. a fucking wizard. because how did he guess the gender right again? he had a higher chance to get it wrong this time, but he’s gotten it right every time!”

felix is smiling as wide as the earth right now, he can’t believe it. one boy and one girl, the best of both worlds. he is so excited to give them all the love he had to give.

you two had fun the entire day, forgetting about your worries and finally letting lose. the boys were attentive as ever, but nothing would compare to felix.

he held you close the entire day, rubbing soothing circles over your tummy and hugging you every so often. you haven’t felt this happy in months, and you owed most of it to him.

“thank you for today, i love you lix”

“i love you too peach”

“how can you even crave this shit. chocolate tteok sounds disgusting”, minho chuckles.

“it is disgusting, but it’s so fulfilling”

“okay, whatever you say, lady”

you’re glad minho always comes over to help with cravings, seeming that felix can’t seem to cook anything other than the basics without a recipe. 

the three of you talk a lot more about plans for the future, already buying new shades of paint for the walls of your nursery. you were beyond excited, you just hoped nothing would happen this time.

felix has been incredibly cautious with you recently, trying to ease your pain in any way possible. he would always make sure to pick out a more supportive bra when dressing you, always treating you like a princess.

he loves to hold your baby bump up from time to time, making sure the weight doesn’t become too much for you. you’re glad he’s home more often. 

you never want this to end.

you’re nearing your eighth month, it’s a lot more difficult than you expected. felix makes sure to help in anyway he possibly can, bringing you everything you need when he’s actually home.

you two have decided that you’d be responsible for your childrens’ shopping. felix would buy pink clothes for your little guppy, and you’d buy blue clothes for your little nugget. 

you’ve been really excited about it all, especially after seeing how happy felix is, but you can’t truly be as happy as you want to. the fear is always there. what if something happens again?

you’re laying in bed now, tired and incredibly worn out. “y/nnieeee”, you hear from outside the door. “hm?”

felix comes in, stopping for a second when he sees you sprawled out on the bed. he quickly darts to sit next to you, holding you in his arms and kissing your cheek half a million times. “i love youuuu”

you couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he looks right now. “i love you too felix, what was all that for?”

he doesn’t say anything yet, just tucking his face in your neck and holding a hand onto your bump. “so pretty…”, he mumbled. he places open-mouthed kisses all over your neck, you can feel his smile.

you nuzzle your face into him, finally letting sleep wash over you after so long. 

“lix?”

“shhh”

you smile at him a little “you have to wake up, you have work”

after a long night of movies you both fell asleep on the couch, nuzzled into eachother and limbs tangled like a pretzel. 

“please, lix?”

“mmph finee”, he says with a pout. you give him a quick kiss, watching him dart into the bedroom not too long after. you get up to make him some coffee before he leaves, packing up a brownie for breakfast.

he walks back out the room, already seeing you in the kitchen. he quickly walks over to you and wraps you in a hug from behind, holding your bump and kissing your neck repeatedly.

“oh my gosh. i love you so much, you know that?”

you smile, “i love you too baby”. you aren’t quite sure why felix has been so incredibly affectionate to you recently, but you don’t seem to mind it too much. 

not too long after, felix leaves for work, leaving you alone in your home. you quickly finished breakfast, making your way back to your room where you slept for a while. blood still stained the carpet next to the bathroom. you try not to think about it as much. 

you wake up from a much needed nap, slowly getting up to wash up. there’s a feeling of discomfort in between your legs again, and your heart stops. you quickly dial felix’s number.

“felix?”

“what’s wrong baby? are you okay?”, he asks frantically.

“can you come home? i feel… weird”

he mumbled something, you couldn’t hear over the car engine starting. he quickly drove over to your house, finding you already in the bedroom.

“baby what’s wrong?”, he splays a hand over your bump.

you suddenly feel something trickling down your legs, and your eyes dart down. it starts seeping through your clothes, when you feel a little pop. the liquid is now gushing out of you, mouth hung agape.

felix grabs your hospital bag in an instant, bringing you to the car to take you to the hospital. his smile reaches his eyes, he can’t believe this is happening. there is still some internal panic though, you can tell.

you quickly make your way there, going through the entire procedure. you lay on the bed, the only people in the room being felix and a nurse. the contractions feel like a sharp pain shooting through your stomach, but you still try to push regardless.

the nurse calls in a doctor, finally telling you to push. the process goes on for almost an hour, and you’re left weak after the first couple. it feels like you’re pushing a watermelon out of a lemon sized hole. 

felix is holding onto your hand, rubbing circles onto your knuckles and reassuring you every so often. it helped distract you from the pain, but it was suddenly starting to become unbearable. 

sweat was dripping down your face, and suddenly, you feel a large stretch. the pain is unimaginable, and then you realize that you’ve just pushed out their head. you continue to push harder, a newfound determination in you.

your guppy comes first, wailing and a deep red. you continue pushing, “you got this baby”

a million questions run through your mind. ‘what if the baby isn’t okay?’ ‘what if something goes wrong again?’

nonetheless, you continue pushing, and you finally get your little nugget out. once you see him, your entire world stops. you didn’t hear crying. the nurses rush him to another room, and you’re left with felix and another nurse. 

the nurse and felix both reassure you that everything is going to be okay, but felix sounds uneasy. he feels like he could pass out in any moment. 

you finally get to hold your guppy, eunji, you’ve decided to call her. the tears finally spring free, a huge smile on your face after finally getting to hold your baby girl. you turn to look at felix who has a smile on his face, but his mind is still plagued with thoughts about your eunjae.

the longer time passes, felix’s heart sinks more and more. the nurses distract you, but their efforts go unnoticed to felix. all of a sudden, the doors open, and you hear your eunjae for the first time.

felix finally lets go, silent cries shaking his body as he stares at his little boy. “he’s so beautiful…” 

your heart swells at the sight of them, the happiest of tears streaming down your face. felix finally gets to hold the both of them, careful not to be too rough to their delicate skin. you look at felix, who’s staring at eunji, heart beating a thousand times per second. 

the love he’s shown the both of them just today alone makes you excited for the future. you know he’s going to be an amazing dad.

“are you crying?!”, changbin exclaimed.

“having kids is a beautiful thing changbin, shut up.”, seungmin retorted.

the boys are having a blast with eunjae, watching him squirm and giggle in chans arms. hyunjin goes to hold him, but eunjaes eyes widen. suddenly, he cries and flails his legs, mouth wide open. scared, hyunjin lowers him back into chans arms and holds up a toy maraca, shaking it in front of him.

seungmin is sitting on the couch with the both of you, far away from the rest of the boys and little eunji in his arms. “hi sweetpea”, he coos. you’ve never seen seungmin be so soft towards someone, but you decided not to comment on it.

felix is grinning at seungmin, still unable to believe that seungmin is truly acting this way toward his daughter. his eyes are still bloodshot from crying earlier, tears still threatening to spill. “she’s so pretty…” 

you almost cried at the sight of seungmin with your daughter. he looked just like an older brother holding his little sister for the first time. you all continue to have fun, eunji giggling every so often with seungmin.

you watch as he pulls up his calendar in his free hand, quickly handing you eunji and calling his girlfriend. you’re a little confused, sharing the look with felix. 

suddenly she picks up. “seungie?”

“get ready. we’re having a baby.”

your jaw drops, along with felix’s. 

“WHAT?!”, she’s so loud you can hear her through the phone. seungmin continues talking, quickly saying his goodbyes and rushing out the door. you and felix start laughing after the initial shock has worn off. 

so much for a soft moment i guess…

<3

[mochiroreo]

Oh goodie! Pt. 2 [smile, you’re on camera]

18+ MDNI

Pairing: (Dark)Older!Eddie Munson x innocent!nerdy!reader (afab!reader) x (Dark)Older!Steve Harrington

Summary: being a latchkey child, you are used to being alone. So when your parents announced that your whole family is moving to Hawkins, you paid them no mind and just packed up your bags. What you are not expecting was that the house that your family just bought comes with two neighbours that are in dire need to have you in any way.

Word count: 10.9k (I stopped myself AAAAA)

Trigger warning (for this chapter): a

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. NONCON. Manipulation. Gaslighting. NON CONSENSUAL DRUG USE. 100% FILTH. Obssession. MEAN STEDDIE. Non-consensual recording. Fingering. Squirting. Tiddy sucking. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it please) age gap. Hidden relationships. Spanking. Overstimulation. She/her pronouns. Pet names (no use of y/n).

Author’s note: thank you so much for the support on part 1! Never have I ever thought that my first ever smut fic would get this much love! As always, I am still learning on how to write fics and stories in general, you guys don’t have any choice but to learn with me hehe. English is not my first language, so forgive me if there are any grammatical errors or typos! This was also non-beta’d oops. Love lots! 💖

You woke up snug on your blanket and plushies, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

You slowly sat down, looking around to realize that you’re just in your room which made you confused on what happened. Your eyes felt tired from crying as your mind went back to the events last night. You remember how Steve’s thick fingers felt hot on your skin, on your thighs, in between your legs. And how he pumped them in and out of you in an unforgiving pace. How Eddie’s strong,firm, tattooed arms held you while playing with your breasts with his mouth.

Your face immediately went hot with all those vivid details, your legs closing in instinct with the sudden surge of emotion while your heart beats loudly in your chest. It felt so wrong to you that it made your skin crawl. So wrong that you’re afraid it might have already ruined your blossoming neighbourly relationship with them. Your eyes were tearing up as you blame yourself for letting it get out of hand. For letting yourself be held by them. The guilt slowly eating you up. You held your face and tried to breathe in and out as you tremble, trying to get out of your bed.

Slowly walking outside of your room, you peek left and right to make sure that you’re alone. Making your way downstairs, you have noticed how you’re now wearing a pair of pyjamas. With your stomach grumbling, you headed straight to your kitchen for a glass of water while thinking what you can cook, convincing yourself that you cannot be sick while wallowing in guilt. Putting your glass on the countertop, you noticed some take away boxes with a sticky note.

“Hey princess,

We hope you’re feeling fine. We bought you some food, so please eat up once you wake up. We’re working overtime today and this week in general, so we won’t be around much. We wanted to give you space either way.

Here’s our number if it gets too much. Don’t forget to message us when you wake up.

Love,

Steve & Eddie xx”

At the bottom of the note, both their numbers were scribbled with hearts around it. The note would’ve made you smile, if it weren’t for the emotions that you’re feeling. You held the containers of food and just decided that you’re not hungry anymore, putting them away inside the fridge. You held the note in your hand, planning to throw it away before deciding against it. Putting it inside your pocket.

The feeling of guilt wasn’t just about you doing the sexual acts. You’re pretty sure that your friends have done so much more, the constant gossip of ‘who slept with who’ and ‘how long did they last, or did you last’ was around you since you were 16, though remaining ignorant on the actual deed. The amount of romance books with detailed scenes about sex made up for your lack of experience, though its “vanilla” like what they’ve said. It doesn’t bother you one bit, though it does make you redder than red with how oblivious you still are when it comes to the real thing. No prior experience till now.

What bothers you is that how out of all people you could have done it with, you did it with the neighbours that was just planning to help you and look out for you. At least, that’s what you think. Your mind is telling you that it's your fault, not theirs even though at the back of your head, someone is telling you that it is indeed their fault... Seeing how your parents even trusted them to look after you while they’re out of town, you never doubt your parents' judgement, so you know that it’s only your fault. Your mistake. You gripped your hair out of frustration, ignoring the gnawing feeling of self-pity laced with confusion if what happened last night was wrong even though it felt right. You took a deep breath, running your hands on your face with a sigh.

Your mind is racing on how they would look at you now. You’re scared that they might tell your parents how you acted towards them when they were just trying to help you out. You can’t help but think that maybe its okay to text them, before deciding not to cause you really don’t know what to say to them.

You took a warm bath, ignoring the shivers while you wash yourself. Memories from last night just won’t leave you the whole day. Biting your bottom lip, you sighed while breathing in the scent of strawberries and honey from your body wash and hair products. The day went by with you feeling down, feeling as if not only did you disappoint your parents, but you have also taken advantage of Steve and Eddie’s kindness. Wearing a pair of comfy pyjamas, you’ve let your mind rest and drifted off to sleep, telling yourself that you’ll be avoiding Steve and Eddie at all costs for now. You do not want them to get an idea of you taking advantage of them or their kindness, of disappointing your parents even further if word comes out. You do not want to feel the confusion of it all again.

Eddie and Steve did not like it at all.

They did not like it one bit. Steve watches Eddie pace back and forth, constantly checking his phone before looking at Steve, working on his laptop, which only made the man sigh. “No message, Eds.” Steve calmly says, showing his phone screen. Eddie groaned in frustration before letting out loud series of swear words. “Fuck! She’s been avoiding us, Steve! It's almost one week!” Eddie’s chest is slowly heaving, his wifebeater barely containing his taut chest with how fitted it is to him. He took several deep breaths, stretching his arms before sighing and taking a sit on his armchair sofa. Inked arms flexing as he took hold of the sides of the chair before ruffling his soft locks in madness.

Steve dropped by to his house when he noticed that all the lights in your house are off except your room. He just finished his jog when he went past your place, dressed up in grey sweatpants and a fitted shirt. He knocked on Eddie’s door to let the other know that you’re trying to avoid both of them based on how you did not reach out. Eddie immediately threw a tantrum, thinking that what happened last week was enough to somehow show you how they wanted you. How much they needed you. Steve pushing the idea that you are made for them.

They sat side by side, Eddie passing Steve a blunt which he gladly accepts. Taking a deep breath, Steve blew the smoke upwards, the weed easing his and Eddie’s nerves. Steve has never been that much vocal compared to when he was younger. Sure, maybe in bed or when he is having fun in genral. But never when he’s mad now, which made him harder to read throughout the years. And in Eddie’s eyes, that’s what made him a tad bit scarier than him. Steve calls it “emotional maturity”, Eddie calls it “manipulative asshole 2.0”, thinking that he’s the 1.0 version.

They know that they’re spiralling down towards this obsession towards you. That magnetic pull when they opened the door and found you, its like what they’ve been unknowingly wishing for all throughout. They’re very much aware that if people knew, they’ll frown and get disgusted with how perverse their actions are, but they’re pretty sure that even their friends, Jonathan and Billy, would get where they’re coming from. You are just so— divine. Perfect in every way in their eyes. Your shyness, the soft timbre of your voice, the way you swoon under your parents’ touch when they praise you for being such a good girl— just the air that you breathe makes them drunk enough to constrict their air flow. You fit flawlessly on the gaps they didn’t know they have.

“I have a feeling she’s confused. Guilty, even. Pretty sure that’s what been running inside that pretty little head of hers.” Eddie spoke, taking a deep breath to feel the high immediately. “I think she needs to smoke some weed.” He joked, eyeing Steve. Steve’s eyes widened a bit before changing position and seating down the couch in a more comfortable manner.

“Do you still have some goods on you, Munson?” Steve asked him with hazy eyes, ashing the blunt. Eddie looked at him with a scoff, pouring the both of them some whiskey in a glass. His ring-clad fingers clacked on the bottle and the glass when he grabbed it to offer one to Steve. “I’m a fucking changed man, Harrington.” He smirked, taking a drink and feeling the burn of the whiskey down his throat.

“I know, but do you still have some on you?” Steve rolled his eyes, also taking a sip of his alcohol. “What do you need? I can get it from some of my friends at the other side of town, where me and the band used to play.” Steve gave the other a smile, taking another hit. “Can you get some Ketamine? You decide how much.” The long-haired man looked at Steve with confusion before it clicked when Steve just gave him a knowing look. A loud cackle left Eddie’s mouth, the gears in his mind slowly clicking as he connects the dots of Steve’s ideas. They both salivate at the thought of having you, knowing how their actions are crossing the borderline of obsession without the guarantee of going back once they have a proper taste of you.

And it looks like they don’t even have the plan of going back.

Your parents came back briefly from their trip, your face glowing as you watch them tell you about their latest ventures and things that they got you as it reminded them of you. You swallow down the urge of telling them the events, basking in their smiles and comfort when they praised you on how you’re so understanding of them, at the same time apologising for being barely beside you. You shake your head with a smile, before giving them each a peck while saying how much you love them and how happy you are already by seeing them come home.

Running down the stairs when your mom called you, you did not notice that Steve and Eddie were present, talking to your dad while having some beer at the dining table. Your smile slowly faltered, replaced with with wide eyes laced with embarrassment. Steve heard your steps, looking at your direction before Eddie followed. They both gave you a warm smile, your dad doing the same. “Peach! They were just telling me how you are such a good girl for not giving them a headache when they were looking after you. Cannot thank these men enough, makes me feel at ease knowing that there’s an adult figure around you while me and your mom’s out and about with work.” You dad exclaimed with a smile, giving both men with a pat on the back. “Just tell me when one of you gentleman feels like going on a date, I can hook you up with one of my single friends or colleagues.” Your mom teased, giggling at her statement.

You faked a smile, nervously fiddling with the ends of your skirt. You don’t get why they would lie about them looking after you when you are sure that they know you did not step outside your house the whole time your parents are gone. But you are also thankful that they haven’t mentioned anything to your parents. You focused your gaze on your house slippers, before trying to block out their conversation. You feel Eddie’s eyes follow you as you go through your fridge, grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon before sitting down at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. “Mom, what did you call me for?” Asking her with your mouth full of ice cream, she only laughed at you before grabbing a napkin and wiping the sides of your mouth. The action made you smile, scrunching your nose to which both men ound adorable, hoping they would be the ones to do it soon.

“Me and your dad might need to go back at our old house to sort the deed and for smoother transitions of our jobs. Apparently, something wasn’t filed properly in regard to our old property. While some files are missing from our old office, so me and you dad is thinking that maybe we can sort it out the sooner the better.” She explained, a melancholic expression writte on her face as she watches your expression change. “Oh...” you muttered “but there’s going to be a storm, they say.” You tried to reason out.

“I know honey, which might make this trip longer. Like our previous trip overseas.” your chest felt heavy, resisting the urge to cry and telling her your mistakes, you just gave her a small smile with a nod. Your mom smiled back, before whispering a series of apologies.

Steve watched the whole interaction, eavesdropping. As a latch key child himself, he’s happy that despite being your parents being barely there, they never shied away from showing you affection and assurance even though it's not always enough. He keeps his emotions at bay, because even though he is at awe, he is also annoyed at you. Annoyed at how you’re acting that nothing happened that night. At how you refused to leave your house, not even texting them when they gave you their number. Since that night, all Steve thought about was how you tasted. How it engulfed all his senses. He kept on telling Eddie how sinful you tasted even though the other guy had his share as well.

You felt Steve’s burning stare, meeting his eyes when you looked up. You felt your cheeks heat up, before putting your head down. Eddie’s laughter is ringing throughout the kitchen, telling your parents some wild stories about his youth. You excused yourself after knowing when your parents will leave once again, eyes planted onto the floor the whole time you’re walking towards your room.

For you, the nights are getting colder and lonelier. Trying to stop the wobbling of your lip as you’re close to crying, you bit you bottom lip before wiping your eyes.

There was a faint knock on your door while you were reading a book inside your room. Fixing your glasses, you looked up before answering “come in”. Your door slowly opened, revealing Steve and Eddie. Steve looks dashing, wearing his usual black office slacks, a grey button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Eddie wearing his black leather jacket, fitted top underneath with his black ripped jeans.

Your eyes widened a little, taking them in and how they look so good every time you see them before distracting yourself with the book in front of you. “H-hi?” They barely heard your greeting as you put your book down, fixing your glasses while avoiding their stares. Their stares felt heavy, making your palms clammy and sweaty with the sudden nervousness you’re feeling as memories from weeks before came back. Both of them looked around your room, both thinking how adorable you decorated it. Pink walls decorated with pastel blue trinkets, fairy lights, tons of plushies with some books littered all over the carpeted floor.

“Can we talk, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, his brown doe-eyes focused on you, face laced with concern. Steve just gave you a small smile, looking around your room more before his eyes landed on the unfinished shelves. He took a mental note on how he can help you with your room soon.

You nodded your head obediently, motioning for them to come in as you push 2 stools towards them. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually have guests inside my room. Do you want to seat on my bed instead?” You asked them in a hushed tone, intimidated with how big of a contrast they are to your room. Eddie softly chuckled, moving both stools so they can sit directly in front of you. Both of them sat down, their huge frames struggling to even sit comfortably. “No no, this is alright. Quite comfy.” Eddie joked, making you giggle before taking a seat.

“I—“ you started, grabbing a plushie beside you while you try to ease your nerves. “I uhm— i’m sorry.” You softly whispered, looking up to Eddie and Steve with shy eyes and flushed cheeks, looking fill of remorse. This took both of them off-guard, expecting you to tell them to fuck off or how you’ll tell your parents about what they did. Taking a shaky breath, you continued “I-I really did not want to— I swear I did not mean it to h-happen. Y-you’re just trying to help cause my mom and-and daddy— they know you’re both kind and I did that but— but it felt so good, and I don’t know why” you try to explain while your eyesight gets blurry, lips forming into a pout while your brows furrowed in frustration while you pour your heart out.

Eddie’s breath hitched, while Steve took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you did nothing wrong.” Leaning in, Steve answered in a hushed voice, not wanting your parents to come in after telling them that him and Eddie will just have a quick chat with you to see if you’re fine with them looking after you. “It felt good, right?” The older man asked to which you nod your head before whispering “yes.” “It’s not wrong, baby.” Eddie looked at your face, your eyes red while you sniff. “Baby, look at me” his voice dipped lower, giving Steve a quick side eye. “It wasn’t wrong, okay? It felt good, it felt so good. And you liked it, didn’t you?”

You tried to hold your stare while feeling so embarrassed, you only nodded. Steve tsk-ed, shaking his head “words, baby. Come on.” God, the room was suffocating. With such heavy stares, the air felt thick and as if trying to close in on you. Your mind is reeling on all the emotions that are so new to you that you don’t even know what is happening, and what words are coming out of your mouth. Every breath they both take; you feel on your skin. Their close proximity is leaving you no room to have clear thoughts on what they’re even saying to you.

“Yes. F-felt good. But— but I don’t know. Its still wrong..” Closing your eyes in frustration, you try to clear your thoughts even though its invaded by Steve and Eddie’s silhouettes. Steve looked at you in awe, mischievousness glinting in his eyes while he takes you in. He knows you’re fighting yourself. He knows you are having an inner turmoil on what the heck is happening and how things are progressing. He knows that even though the guilt is slowly consuming you, you wanted it to happen again.

Eddie watched you take deep breathes, his mind reeling on how you look so delectable while you consider what is even happening with you and how they’re playing with you. Like Steve, its evident to him that you were trying to stop the unseeable force that pushes you towards them. He wanted to run his fingers over your whole body. His eyes started travelling lower before he stopped himself and spoke again.

“What about this, we will give you some time to think about what happened. It’s a lot, we know it sweetheart. So, just put it aside for now, okay? As long as we know now about what you thought about it. As long as you don’t push us away.” The statement made you gasp slightly, shaking your head “oh no-! I-I would never!” You looked at them with wide eyes, slightly panicking that you just gave them the idea that you will be ignoring them even. Steve just chuckled at how cute you are, his hand now finding your arm while he rubs it up and down gently. The touch made your insides gooey, oddly liking the warmth of his palm.

“Now that we’ve got that sorted. How about you come to our place for dinner, when your parents leave?” Steve continued his actions, watching how your face slowly shows doubt. Before you can even answer, he continued while tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear “you know, we thought it would be a nice chance to get to know each other more. Some nice dinner meal to ease your shyness around us. Kind of like a sleepover, somehow.” He looked straight to your eyes, smiling.

And when Steve gave you a tender smile, your indecisiveness disappeared, finding yourself nodding before answering and accepting their offer. Eddie and Steve gave you a quick hug, before leaving your room. You stood in the middle of your room awkwardly, holding both of your cheeks on your hands.

“Wednesday.” You whispered to yourself, looking at your calendar “2 days after mom and dad leaves.”

20 minutes early.

You are 20 minutes early, standing awkwardly in front of the massive black oak door that you feel like will eat you one of these days. This is the first time you’ve visited Eddie’s house. Looking at his house with amazement on how gothic and mysterious his house looks like overall, the complete opposite to Steve. You love how the blacks and reds are evident on every exterior part of the house, even his garden, that you’re pretty sure the inside of his house would be the same. The metal dragon decorations kind of intimidating you.

You took a deep breath, adjusting your glasses and your knee-high socks. You went over your outfit in your mind once again, figuring that if you don’t like it anymore, you can always run back home, and change given that you’re early either way. You’re wearing a pink checkered skirt, paired with knee high socks that has some lace at the end while wearing a thick platform loafer shoes. You chose a cream cardigan, leaving the top and bottom buttons unbuttoned that fits your simple make-up and your low pig tails.

Shaking off your anxiety, you scold yourself on how you’re overreacting as if you’re going on a date with them when in fact its just going to be a friendly dinner. You ignore the dreadful gut feeling that you kept on getting throught the days leading up to the said dinner, repeating to yourself that everything will be fine and you’re with the adults that your parents trust either way.

Easing the nervousness out of you after a 5-minute pep talk, you gain the courage to finally press Eddie’s doorbell which made your insides queasy. The seconds dragged by as if they’re hours, thinking that maybe you should run back home now and text them that you have a stomach-ache or the flu. You were seriously considering it before the door opened, revealing Eddie in a loose metallica shirt and a black denim short that shows off more of his pale,tattoed skin. His pretty brown eyes widened as he open his arms for a quick hug to which you shyly gave him. “Oh sweetheart, look at you. So pretty.” His eyes scanned your whole body, loving how his flattery dusted your cheeks pink. “Mr. Munson, please.” “What did I say? Call me Eddie.” You giggled shyly, playfully giving his shoulder a shove.

You look fucking delicious in his eyes, how your whole existence is begging him to ruin you on the spot. The pigtails, the fucking skirt that he is pretty sure will show your ass to them if you lean over, and oh how your knee-high socks emphasise your thighs. You are perfect. Deliciously perfect for them to eat your innocence whole and not share it with the world.

Eddie’s smile widened, his name giving him goosebumps when you whispered it. “Just saying the truth,” he continued, guiding you inside his house. “Welcome to my humble abode” he gave you a quick tour on his living room, before finding your way towards the kitchen where you can hear someone moving around. “Is that our princess, Eds?” The nickname made you chuckle, scratching your nape embarrassingly while you walk towards Steve. “The one and only” the longer haired guy answered with a grin, pushing you softly towards Steve. Steve immediately swoons on how you’re dressed up, eyes wrinkling as he gives you the biggest smile. “Oh darling look at you! Is this all for us?” He cooed, giving him a playful shove like what you did to Eddie. Steve only chuckled, grabbing some plates to plate up the dinner he made. “I hope you’re a big fan of roast?” He asked to which you only nod.

Eddie grabbed some cutleries, motioning for you to follow him towards the dinner table. The table was decorated so beatifully, some red candles with gothic candle holders adorn the table making you gasp in awe. “These are like the ones from the book that I’ve read!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands together while Eddie laughs loudly at your reaction. “What type of books have you been reading, doll?” He playfully asks, pulling your chair out while Steve arranges your plate for you.

Their actions felt so domestic that you needed to pull your head out from the clouds and tell yourself that its just dinner between good friends and that they’re adults, they probably like women their age anyways. Women cooler than you. You were deep in thought before Steve served you a glass of juice and a glass of wine for him and Eddie. “Thank you for this” you tell them with a smile, sitting comfortably on your chair. Eddie just grinned while Steve waved his hand, telling you not to worry about it.

The dinner went too well that for the first time this evening, you weren’t feeling nervous or shy around them. You joked around while you tell them your hobbies, from baking to reading. Steve telling you how he wants to learn how to bake too, urging Eddie to tease him about his sudden decision about learning how to bake. Eddie told you briefly about his background, how he was in a band before earning a lot by being a producer and owning his own record store. Steve,meanwhile, told you about his job at his father’s company before making his own that handles sports and golf clubs. Your mouth was open the whole time, gasping and in awe on how they managed to accomplish so many things on their age to which they only shrugged before saying thank you with a humble smile.

You all moved to Eddie’s lounge room, after getting kicked out by the said man for trying to help with cleaning and washing the dishes. Steve told you about how him and Eddie met after they graduated highschool through common friends, even though they went to the same school. You asked him why, saying that he’ll tell you more about their highschool life once you warm up to them completely to which you just smile in an understanding way.

Eddie came to the lounge room, a bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other holds two glasses. He gently puts them on the table, looking at you. “So, we’ve figured out that since the night is still young, might as well drink a little. Do you want me to make you a cocktail, peach? I make some mean cocktails” Eddie gave you a smile, pouring some whiskey on his glass.

“Uhm I don’t know..” you answered, unconsciously fiddling with your fingers while you shift on your seat. “Aw, come on. It’ll be fun! Just to loosen up, nothing too hard.” Steve leaned in a bit, his smile tugging on your chest to say yes. You looked at Eddie that gave you just a smirk, tilting his head “anddd, your parents are not here. They won’t know, we won’t tell them. We promise. Scouts honour.” He held his left hand up, making you laugh “you’re not even a boy scout Mr. Munson— I mean, Eddie. But okay, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, giving both of them a roll of your eyes, making Steve scoff while poking your sides saying how sassy you are; Eddie already gone to make you your sweet cocktail.

Eddie grabbed a margarita glass, quickly making work of a strawberry margarita while adding more strawberry puree on the mix to make it sweeter. He took a glance on where you and Steve are, making sure Steve is distracting you before sliding his hand on his back pocket to get a small baggie with a white powder. Putting in half of the bag on your drink before shaking it, he quickly puts it back on his back pocket before decorating your drink with fresh strawberries.

He went back to the lounge room, watching Steve laugh at your reaction when you took a big gulp on the whiskey. “Steve!” You cried before coughing, “you told me it will taste nice!” You pouted, huffing and crossing your arms while the bitter aftertaste of the alcohol lingered on your tongue. Steve only laughed harder, clutching his stomach “I did not tell you to drink almost half of it! Geez!” He wiped his teary eyes from laughing too hard, before calming down. Eddie sat beside you, handling you the pink concoction “Here you go mi lady, one strawberry margarita for you made by the best.” He boasted, giving Steve a side eye while the latter just returned it with a smirk, taking a sip of his almost empty whiskey.

“Are you sure this is sweet, Eddie? My first-time drinking alcohol and Steve made me drink a yucky one” you scrunched your nose in disgust, pouting to which Eddie cooed “trust me, I told you I will make you a mean cocktail. Drink slowly though, it might hit you too hard given that its your first-time drinking.” You eyed the margarita, before slowly taking a sip. Your eyes widened, a smile slowly creeping up your face “this tastes so so good!” You took more sips before giving Eddie a pat on the back “sorry for doubting you!” You giggled, loving the taste of the drink.

You hummed while drinking it, unaware of how both men are watching you while continuing your conversations with them. Unconsciously, you started talking animatedly about random topics about you, sipping you drink constantly as Eddie pours more to your glass. You just watched him while giggling, taking another sip. Time went by as all of you talked from one topic to the other then all of a sudden, you felt dizzy. Too dizzy for a 2 and a half glass of margarita.

You started fanning yourself, fiddling with your top as you try to remain seated and act that nothing is wrong. Biting your lip, you closed your eyes for a bit as another wave of dizziness washed over you, your heart racing while your body kept on getting hotter. You opened your eyes and held on to the couch, clutching it before letting out a soft gasp. “I-I don’t f-feel so good..” you whispered in a breathy way while looking at Steve. His face is holding an amused smirk as he watches you wriggle on your spot. “M-might’ve been... too— too m-much..” you slurred, slumping back to the couch as your fingers nimbly moved by itself, unbuttoning your cardigan to let your body cool. Eddie watched your movement, tongue licking his bottom lip at how you’re unravelling in front of them.

You started taking deep breaths, mind slowly leaving your body, feeling as if you’re melting onto the couch. Both men moved closer. Steve wiped your forehead, placing a tender kiss while your body is now covered in a light sheen of sweat. Eddie moved closer to your neck, leaving trail of soft, wet kisses. “Let go, baby. It’s alright, we got you. Want to see you crumble. Wanna see you break.” He whispered on your skin, making you whimper.

The whimper made Steve’s jaw slack, a deep growl erupting from his chest. “Let’s move her to the room,you got it all set up?” He asked Eddie, watching him carefully lift your body. “Of course.” Eddie smirked, his ring-clad fingers felt nice on your searing skin that you cannot help but mewl and chase the coolness,leaning more in his touch.

They placed you gently in the middle of the bed, Steve looking around to see if all cameras are working. They bought more just for this, thinking that one copy is not enough for them, they even bought an extra one that they can pass around so they can video you up-close. “U-ugh..” you kept on wriggling on the bed, your body trying to at least regain some control. You feel your body getting numb, though you kept on babbling while you cross your legs. There was a sudden urge that made your stomach tingle, wetness slowly dampening your cotton underwear.

The bed dipped, Steve and Eddie slowly removing articles of your clothing one by one which made you sigh in relief, the air and their fingers cooling your skin lightly. “Now baby, want us to help you? Its too much, isn’t it?” Eddie cooed, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip as you let out some soft gasps. He watches you try to answer, your pupils blown wide as you nod your head “y-yes.. yes.. too much f’me..” you whined, your eyes tearing up a bit. Steve grunted when you were left in your underwear, licking his lips nervously as his eyes darted from your bra to your wet cotton panties. “Fuck.” He murmurs, making Eddie look at you as well. “Its like she fucking knows” he laughed, his husky voice ringing in your ears.

Both men looked at each other, having an unspoken conversation. They know that once they do this, there’s no going back. The possible consequences if your parents find out, the judgement of other people, the guilt. Yet their desire and want for you overpowered all those thoughts, giving each other a firm nod.

Eddie unclasped your bra, letting your breasts spill free making him moan at the sight while Steve slid off your panties. His mouth salivated at the wetness, his long and thick fingers dipping slightly making you squirm while breathing heavily. Strings of your cum connected to his fingers before lifting it towards his mouth to suck it off. The action made Eddie’s cock harden, stripping himself off of his shirt and his jeans as Steve does the same, both men now kneeling on the bed only with their boxers.

“You want this, honey?” Steve asked, his hand holding your face as he grips it harshly making your eyes water. “Y-yes.. yes..” you mewled. Steve’s grip tightened slightly as his voice dipped “louder, honey. Need to hear it loud and clear.” His dominance made you shiver despite feeling like your soul left your body already. “Y-yes! Yes please—want it, want it.” You babbled, not even sure what you’re pleading about nor that you’re naked and at mercy of the two men you least thought would do this to you.

“Good girl.” Eddie praised you, following Steve on discarding his boxers. His hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs, spreading it to expose your cunt. “Fuck, look at how wet you are sweet girl... this is all for us yeah?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as Steve moved away slightly to grab a video cam, recording your dripping pussy. “Come on, Munson. Time to show our sweetheart how good we can make her feel.” Steve urged, sitting behind you as he lifts you up a little, your back resting against his broad,hairy chest. You were boneless, easily maneuvered by them two. Your mind is foggy, watching Eddie’s head disappear between your thighs.

Eddie’s tongue gave your pussy tentative licks first, groaning at your sweetness. The vibrations went straight to your clit, making you moan. Steve held the camera directly pointing it at Eddie while he whispered to your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for us, let us hear you.” His words made your pussy clench on nothing while Eddie eats you out. Heavy breaths from all 3 of you can be heard in the room besides the wet slick from how Eddie devours your pussy. His tongue going in and out as his thumb finds your clit to rub it in soft yet fast circles.

“Does it feel good, baby? Want us to do this to you since you met us, huh?” Steve nudged your head, waiting you to answer him. “Answer me, whore.” He commanded, making you cry out. “F-feel so.. feel so g-good I-I wan’ it s’bad feels nice s-so nice—“ your babbling got cut off when Eddie pushed one of his fingers in, not giving you enough time to savour it before he pulls it out, only to push it back in. It made you gasp softly as he adds another one, the feeling of his fingers and his tongue overwhelmed you.

You tried to close your legs, your eyes rolling back as you let moan after moan fall off your lips. “Fuck, you’re already losing your mind. Its not even our dicks yet!” Steve laughed, amused at how you’re wriggling under his hold while he flicks your nipple to make it hard under his touch. Eddie chuckled, continuing his ministrations. He is sucking harshly on your clit, flicking it occasionally while his fingers pump in and out of you. He felt you clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking while you cry out, feeling your cum coat his fingers.

Eddie groaned at the taste, lapping every drop before he moved his face away, fingers still inside you. “Such a naughty girl, did not even bothered to ask for permission before cumming.” He snorted, smacking your cunt with his other hand. Steve tsked in disapproval, pulling your head back by your hair, pigtails now ruined.

The harsh grip made you choke a sob, your scalp stinging at the action. Tears overflowed from your eyes, your eyesight blurry and out of focus. “We’ll let it slide for now, yeah? I forgot that sluts like you need to be taught first.” Steve saw your blown-out pupils, loving the control he had over you. He is vibrating with how much dominance he can exert over you, his blood pumping adrenaline all over his body knowing that they are the first ones that saw you like this. Held you like this. Breaking you like this. His cock is hard under you, slightly grinding it on your lower back for friction.

Eddie inserted his fingers into you once again, pumping it in a vigorous pace. You are now sobbing, trying to close your legs once again even though Steve is gripping both of your thighs wide open now. With your face scrunched in pleasure, you try to warn them that its too much even though you can’t form a coherent sentence. You felt a band snap inside you, before feeling something gush out of you. Eddie’s eyes widened, before continuing his actions. He started laughing darkly, continuing despite your slurred protest. “Shit! Did you see that, Harrington? We fucking got a squirter here!” He exclaimed, making Steve’s cock twitch. Eddie grabbed the camera with his other hand, zooming it in on your pussy as it squirts. He held his wet hand over your mouth as you struggle to catch your breath, pushing it inside your mouth. “Suck.” He ordered, watching you suck and clean his fingers messily.

You are far gone, your eyes glassy and blown while drool slowly build up on the sides of your mouth. Steve noticed how you don’t answer anymore, only mewls and moans kept leaving your mouth now. He gently dropped your torso on the bed, before positioning himself. “Eds— fuck— you gotta let me have her first man. I’m going to fucking explode.” A deep groan left his mouth, tugging on his cock to ease the dull pain of holding back. Eddie just sighed, tying his hair into a messy bun as he watches Steve collect some of your slick using his cock to lube himself. “Fine,” the elder mumbled, letting Steve grab your thighs to push it high once more, positioning it on a mating press.

Steve lined his cock on your entrance, watching your pussy clench in anticipation. Brushing his hair up with his shaky hand, not that his nervous. But the thought of corrupting you, fucking you first almost made him cum on the spot without being inside of you. He took a deep breath, eyeing your face as you look at him with unfocused eyes, propped up slightly with the pillows. He slowly pushed his huge cock in, watching your face contort in pain. Your hands moved a little, trying to grab his arms while you cry. Eddie held you, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “Shh, it’ll be fine sweetheart. You’re taking Stevie so well.” Eddie whispered on your skin, hands playing and pinching your nipples to distract you from the discomfort. Steve kept pushing, inch by inch as he grinds his teeth.

You’re tight, too tight that Steve feels every part of your insides hugging his length. When he bottomed out, he released a breath, his forehead now graced with sweat as he waits for you to feel comfortable. Eddie, now sucking your breasts, playfully bit your nipple making you squeak and move your hips. Steve took this as a sign, pulling out until the tip before slamming back in, making you choke a sob. Steve moaned loudly, breathing ragged as he slowly find his pace. “Fuck,oh fuck— honey—“ he mumbled, his fingers gripping your thighs as if his life depends on it, dipping a little to fuck you in a deep angle.

His cock was hitting your cervix, his hips now snapping in an animalistic way that every thrust of his comes with a moan and strings of praises from him.

“Taking my length like a good girl”

“Yeah? Am I filling you up real good, princess?”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucked out. Your cunt is taking me so well like your fucking made for us.”

You only answered him with whines and moans, drooling from the pleasure that both men are making you feel. You answered every praise with a series of “ah ah ah” in rhythm with his every thrust, though a particular thrust made you cry out, nails raking over his arms as you try to hold him close. Steve chuckled, hitting the spot again. “Right there? God— you’re so beautiful.” He leaned in when Eddie backed away, his lips finding yours. Steve licked the sides of your lips to clean your mess slightly before slotting his on yours. He licked your bottom lip, making you open your mouth. Teeths clashing and tongues colliding, he savoured the feeling of your softness on his taste buds. Never have he felt on high like this for someone, the amount of pleasure doubled inside him. Your nails raked on his broad back as you try to hug him close, Steve’s head now burried on the side of your neck, leaving marks on your neck. You cry out in pleasure and overstimulation, face scrunched while feel your body chasing its high. Your climax hit you like a truck, sobbing as you feel your release while Steve continues to pound on you like a wolf in rut.

Eddie watched with envy and lust, tugging on his own cock to relieve some pressure while his other hand holds the camera to film you and Steve. His own patience wearing thin when he noticed the cream at the base of Steve’s cock while your thighs shake. Eddie wanted to shove his cock down your throat at the same time but held himself back knowing how oversensitive you might be to take them on both.

Steve groaned when he felt the stickiness of your release with every thrust, his hips slowly faltering, feeling himself close. “I’m so close honey— g-god you’re sucking me in so well. Want me to fuck you full, sweet girl?” Your hands gripped his arms again, trying to shake your head with how overstimulated you are. Steve only hissed, before pulling out of you to tug on his cock and spill his release on your stomach. He threw his head back, combing his hair while he spill every bit on you, watching it paint your stomach and chest. Your quivering thighs rests on the mattress, twitching slightly. Steve’s ragged breaths can be heard, smiling to himself. If this is how it feels every time he gets to taste you, then he will make sure that he gets to taste you every chance he gets.

With a sigh, Eddie pointed the camera on your wasted appearance. Eyes closed as your hair sticks to your forehead and skin wildly, lips red and slick with the amount of times you’ve bitten it out of pleasure, tears staining your cheeks in euphoria. Eddie held your face affectionately; his heart being squeezed in delight and softness as you open your eyes to look at him beneath your lashes. You leaned into his touch and sighed. The action made his skin heat up with want and need, letting go of the camera before holding your face between his hands to kiss you deeply. You softly hummed in the kiss, mouth quickly opening and letting Eddie explore every crevice of your mouth, his tongue toying yours as he slots himself in between you.

Eddie pulled away slowly, string of saliva connecting your lips as his hands explore every inch of you. His rough, calloused hands took its time with every curve as if savouring and burning it in his mind. Fuck his conscience, he wants you like this for him every time. When he felt your body relaxed under his touch, his lips found your sternum down to the vallety of your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses and hickeys. Your hands found his hair, tangling your fingers as Eddie continues his actions. The slight tug of his hair when he sucked hard on your skin made his cock twitch, making him move away to flip you on your stomach.

He watched you relax on your forearms, eyes finding Steve as he sat down near the edge of the bed to watch you two. Body now relaxed as he took a quick smoke, eyes wrinkling as he smiles to the both of you. You just looked at him with hooded eyes, before you looked back at Eddie when you felt him slide his tip in your folds. “I’ll never get tired of this if this is what you look like every time you come undone.” He murmured, licking his bottom lip as he slowly inch his way in to you. Eddie’s eyes drinking how you back is arched deliciously, hands finding the curves of your waist to knead and grope.

The intrusion made you gasp, your eyes closing with the seansation once again. Eddie tried to pace himself knowing how rough Steve has gotten you, but the mixture of your cum and squirt, the tightness of your pussy and how it feels around him made it impossible. Once balls deep, he quickly found himself pulling back to his tip before slamming his hips onto you once again. The rough trust made you wantonly moan, gripping the sheets with your mouth agape.

It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure for you. Eddie’s hands now gripping your hips that he is sure will leave bruises on your skin, his balls slapping your clit as he gives you deep-fast thrusts to hit that one thing that makes you scream in need. You turned your head to the side, fresh tears now streaming down your cheeks, making Steve crawl towards you to wipe them away.

“Oh baby, such a perfect girl for us. Cannot ask for more.” He whispers in awe, soft lips kissing your heavy eyelids as you take every inch of Eddie’s cock, your nose scrunching in pleasure as Eddie finds your clit once again, this time rubbing it fast. He felt you clench on him, making his hips falter for a bit and a his felt out of his lips before continuing his punishing pace. You cry out as you feel him pull your hair, your puffy cunt gushing out slick because of the sting of his action, your walls crumbling down as your release shock you.

Eddie huskily moaned, cream forming at the base of his cock once more while you try to crawl away from him, feeling so spent and overstimulated, making his grip on your hips tighten to the point that you feel his rings kiss your skin. He continued abusing your g-spot with every thrust, his breathing heavier that earlier, chasing his own high that is so close he can feel it all over his body. “F-fuck— peaches I-I’m— I’m gonna cum on this fucking pussy— s-so fucking good—“

He spanked your ass, groping the flesh when it became red. He spanked it again and again, feeling you clench every time. His thumb ghosted slightly on your puckered hole, mumblig to himself how him and Steve will use it one of these days. The sensation made his breath hitch, hips coming to a still before he pulls out to tug on his cock and spill his every bit of his cum on your back, “fuck!” He loudly exclaimed. Eddie threw his head back, strings of curses falling out of his mouth. He slumped down on the bed, chest heaving to chase his breath, staring directly at your abused cunt that is dripping your juices. Your body gave up, laying down flat on the bed with your thighs slightly shaking.

Eddie and Steve looked at your tired form, chest swelling with a mixture of emotions. Guilt, pride, a certain affection and softness towards you. Now that they have you on their palms, yor taste on their tongue, they won’t let you go no matter what you say.

Both Steve and Eddie stood up. Eddie turning the cameras off and grabbing some boxers for him and his best friend. While Steve directly went straight to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth and ran it under lukewarm water to clean up the mess they made on your body. The men gently laid you on your back, your quiet snores can be heard as they clean you up and make you comfortable the best that they could, placing you in between them.

Steve slid his arm under your head while Eddie’s arm draped over your chest to give you a hug and cuddle you, “I know we planned this out but— I don’t think we can really let her go after this.” Eddie mumbled, sleep slowly crawling on his system while looking at you. Steve only chuckled, careful not to wake you up, combing his hair. “Me too. That was just— fucking phenomenal.” Both men knew that at that moment, they’ll have you any way possible and have every inch of you.

As the night settles, the cool air of Hawkins made its way to the room you all shared, where soft and steady breaths can only be heard while both men cuddled you. Steve’s thoughts ran at all the things that might happen when you wake up, while Eddie’s full of thoughts about how quickly their obsession with you is pulling them in deeper and deeper, yet both held no remorse for what they have done.

The sun rays were peeking through the room’s heavy maroon curtains, one particular ray shining across your face. You grunt, body slowly trying to twist into a more comfortable position while your head throbs. Trying to turn, you felt restricted with two set of arms holding you, making your body jolt to sit up. Your eyes immediately opened, ignoring the harsh sunlight and the throbbing pain of your head as you look around the room.

This isn’t your room. Too far from your usual décor. Your face slowly pales at the realisation, before you feel someone shift beside you. You looked down and saw a pair of familiar tattoed arms laid across your stomach, and a mop of chestnut hair resting on the other side. You felt both of their touches on your skin, making you look down and realising that you are naked. Its like a bucket of ice water was splashed against you, a gasp escaping your dried throat that almost choked you when your hands found its way to your mouth to cover the shock. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, the situation slowly sinking on you as you try to remember what brought you on the bed with them. You ignored Eddie’s soft grunts when you tried to move his arms away, trying to crawl out of bed as a wave of nausea hits you.

“Peach?” Eddie grunted, his voice low and deep, brown eyes slowly opening to look at you. Eddie’s voice made Steve shuffle close to your naked body, his voice laced with sleep when he noticed you sitting up “Sweetheart, come back to bed please.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes when the sunlight hits him. You shook your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you successfully crawled out of the bed.

Your feet found the cold floor, your legs slightly trembling, taking notice of the slight stickiness between your legs which made you hold yourself. Quickly making your way towards the open door of the bathroom, you saw your reflection which made tears cascade on your cheeks and bile slowly rising up your throat.

Steve and Eddie quickly followed your form, clad in only their boxers. They stayed outside near the open door, watching you take yourself in the mirror. Your hair is dishevelled, hickeys littered across your skin. You looked down and saw some bruises near your hips and thighs along with some more marks that both men did. It made the bile rise up your throat quickly, flinging yourself towards the toilet bowl as you retched and vommited everything inside your stomach. Both men quickly went inside, Eddie holding your hair up while Steve rubs your back soothingly, not one of them saying a word.

Emptying more than what your stomach had, you sobbed loudly on their touch when Steve wiped your mouth gently with a cloth. Your mind is not comprehending what is happening, nor remembering how it became like this. You cried out in frustration as you think of the night before, always getting stuck on the part where you had drinks, making you cover your face in shame and guilt. “Shh, shh, come on honey. Let’s get you back on the room.” Steve softly whispered, helping Eddie guide your boneless form while you continue to cry.

You sobbed even when they were putting one of Eddie’s shirt on you and making you take some sips of water, your body feeling uncomfortably sticky. You have never imagined your first time like this. Losing your virginity like this. For you, you always thought that your first time would be with someone you dated for a long time that you cannot help but love them. Soft dances, gentle caresses and touches that won’t leave marks. All those romance books made you think that your first time should be a gift to the guy you’ll love for the first time as well. The shame of losing it this way made you sobbed harder, your heartbeat quickening as you get overwhelmed with all the emotions hitting you all at once.

Your train of thought was shattered when both of them kneeled in front of you, Steve rubbing soft circles on your thighs while Eddie holds your hand. “Breathe,baby. Breathe.” The older of the three of you whispered, brown eyes holding pity when you wipe your tears, looking through blurry eyes at the both of them. “Why..?” You manage to croak out, voice raspy and rough making you cough a bit.

Steve gave Eddie a quick look before he speaks “You wanted it, sweetheart. You told us last night.” He spoke gently, a pang of guilt hitting him when he said those words, but he knows that he needs to do this in order to have you fully. “W-what?” You mumbled in disbelief, “b-but I-I can’t remember last night—! I-I’m trying to but I c-can’t!” You cried out, hands gripping your hair in annoyance as you keep on trying to remember. “I-I lost my virginity this way when I— I told myself I won’t— this is wrong..” you told them, wiping your tears. The word made Eddie’s jaw tick in annoyance, Steve’s stare turning dark. “I-I’m sorry Mr. Harrington, Mr. Munson I-I— this is wrong— I m-must’ve been— this was a mistake I-I’m sorry.” You try to get out of their hold, planning to scramble your way out with your clothes on your arms but was cut off when Eddie stood up, his neck red as he try to control his emotions when you kept on saying that it was a mistake.

“Mistake?” He scoffed, crossing his inked arms over his chest as he looks down on you, the warmth pooling his brown eyes now gone. “Mistake? Sweetheart—“ he leaned down a little, watching you look up at him beneath your lashes. “You asked for it.” The deep timbreof his voice made your skin crawl, shaking your head in disbelief, looking down to meet Steve’s eyes that are now stern cold. “You did ask for it. In a sweet way too.” Steve answered with a smile not reaching his eyes, fingers fiddling with the frayed end of the shirt you’re wearing before he continues “Do you think we’ll do this if you did not ask?” Your mouth hanged open, stuttering with what they both said “I-I that’s— T-that’s not how I—“ you try to reason out, feeling your throat constrict in anxiety.

“Not how you what?” Eddie asked out of annoyance “not how you act when drunk? How would you know when its your first time drinking?” His harsh tone made you feel small, blinking your tears away. Steve only hummed, still kneeling in front of you. “Y-Yes! But- but I would not react that way— I-I know myself! I—“ you argued, looking frantically at both of them. Your stubborness made both of them sigh, Steve standing up suddenly to walk away and grab something.

Your eyes followed him, wearing only nothing but sweatpants. You noticed him holding a video camera, face now void of emotion before putting it on your lap. “Here ya’ go. Maybe this will refresh your memory?” You stared at him in confusion before looking back up at Eddie that only motioned for you to go on. “Open it.” He mumbled while your trembling hands try to figure out how to turn the video camera on. “Now press this one, the gallery.” Steve asked you to, hitting play after you follow his instructions. Your stomach churns in anxiety when the video immediately started.

Your eyes widened when you watched Eddie’s face disappeared between your thighs, your ears not believing that all the needy whimpers heard from the video came out of your mouth. “Yeah? You like that sweet girl? Told you, all you just need to do is ask.” Steve’s voice can be heard despite all your whimpers, Eddie chuckling when he moved away slightly to slide in his finger inside you, making you moan really loudly. The obscene noises you all made pricked your skin with goosebumps. The video continued, closing your eyes when you heard Eddie say “Shit! Did you see that Harrington?! We fucking got a squirter here!” And as you cry out on the video saying “more, please. P-please..”

Eddie noticed you closing your eyes, huffing before he took hold of your face. “Open your eyes and watch. See if you didn’t asked for it.” You felt helpless, only nodding while your lower lip tremble, trying to hold your tears in. Steve played the next video, the camera pointing towards your face and torso, tears evident as Steve pounded your pussy roughly. His harsh breaths and moans can be heard mix with yours. The camera focused on his cock going in and out of you, making Steve’s cock harden while he watch the video with you.

“God— you love being fucked like this don’t you?’ You only hummed as an answer in the video, making Steve thrusting into you deep. “What? I can’t hear you honey.” He teasingly asked, making you answer loudly “uh-huh! Wan’it!” You looked so fucked out in the video, arms holding him close when he leaned in for a kiss. Steve pressed next which played Eddie’s video, fucking you from behind. His rough hands spanking your meaty ass, watching it jiggle before groping it. You heard Eddie mumble when his thumb touched your ass hole “me and Steve will be using this soon, right doll?” You watched in disbelief till his cum painted your back, making you turn off the camera.

You did not notice that tears were streaming down your face again, looking at both men in disbelief while your mind screams at how disappointing you are. With a trembling hand, you handed them the camera while shaking your head. “N-no. No—“ you covered your mouth in shock before breaking down. Your whole body trembled, making Eddie sit down beside you like Steve. Both of them holding you close.

You don’t have the energy to push them away or deny their touches despite it bringing you an odd sense of comfort. Steve and Eddie held you for a few minutes which felt like house, waiting for your breathing to calm down. “Now that you’ve watched it, do you believe us now..? I told you, it wasn’t just us that wanted it. You wanted it first..” Steve whispered, tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear that sticked to your skin because of your tears. “You kept on begging us! I knew we should’ve took evidence of it from the very start, right Eds?” Steve asked the elder that is now resting his face on your shoulder. “Yep, should have recorded how clingy you were, how polite even. You mommy and daddy raised you right,huh?” The mere mention of your parents sent your mind into a frenzy, body shaking when you begin to sob uncontrollably again “Please! P-please don’t tell— don’t tell t-them please! M-mommy and daddy—!” You were slowly panicking, mind drifting that Steve held your face between his hands. “Oh honey, no. No, we won’t tell them. Cause now, you are also our good girl. Right?” His thumb wiped some of your tears away as you stare at him before turning your head slightly to find Eddie already looking at you.

“Mhm, should be our good girl if we don’t want you mommy and daddy finding out, huh?” Eddie huskily whispered on your tear-stained cheeks,making you gulp. Steve looked at you in anticipation, cocking an eyebrow waiting for an answer. You slowly nodded your head, head hurting from getting overwhelmed that your body doesn’t have the energy to go against too. “Words, honey. Use your words now, come on. Say that you’re our good girl forever and we won’t let your mommy and daddy find out” Steve’s voice was clipped, tone serious when he looked down on you. “Y-your good girl..” you mumbled, eyes looking down when you felt both of them grin.

It’s only morning but your body felt tired as if you’ve spent the whole day awake. Your mind too numb while you feel like the room closes in on you, you closed your eyes, sighing in what you’re not sure if its because you’re tired or if its because you accepted your defeat. The shame and guilt that you did this all on yourself. Steve and Eddie’s words sinking in deep inside your mind. You let go, resting your head on Eddie’s which made Steve chuckle darkly.

“There she is. Finally found our good girl, Munson.”

[pedrosgrogu]

Born Too Late - Chapter 11

pairing/au: neighbor!joel x reader // no outbreak

Warnings: hungover reader, i think thats it

Summary: 1 day after your intense dinner and "after party" with Joel, your head is fogged. you arent sure where to go or what to do from here. (1400k+)

a/n: hey im back. probs gonna end this soon bc tbh, idk where its going. leave feedback but be nice :P. ps didnt proof, prob lots of errors, oops. pps sad soppy soft joel inbound.

Chapter 10 - Masterlist - Chapter 12

You wake up and your head is pounding. Last nights clothes still littering the floor, and the sun barely creeping in your window. You stumble into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and grabbing the bottle of Advil. Popping the cap off and turning the sink on simultaneously, you throw 2 into your mouth and stick your face under the faucet, taking in 2 giant gulps of water. You walk back into your room, sighing at the sight. Yesterdays memories flooding in, playing in your brain like a movie you cant turn off. You pick up your ripped shirt and toss it in the trashcan, and your jeans in the hamper. 

The coffee pot is dripping and the aroma fills your house. You get your favorite mug out of the cabinet and pour yourself a cup, leaving room for a splash of creamer. You plop into the same spot as usual on your couch, not even turning the TV on. You begin to sequence every event of yesterday, nitpicking every singular detail. Instead of your usual tears, you begin to feel anger. You’re mad at how you were spoken to, how you were treated, how you were left. You decide that this time, you arent extending the olive branch. One too many times have you tried to make up for actions that aren’t your responsibility. 

After 4 hours of deep cleaning, you grab the 3 baskets of clean laundry from the laundry room and haul them to your couch. You begin folding everything you’ve let pile up since Penny was here. You miss her. You go to reach for your phone, and it isn't there. You remember Joel grabbing it from you, dropping it on your bedroom floor. You head to your room, and pick it up off the floor. It’s dead. Of fucking course. You let out the 50th sigh of today and grab the charger. You turn the TV on and flip to How I Met Your Mother, another comfort show of yours. While you wait for your phone to turn on, you fold and hang fold and hang. A never ending cycle it seems. After the first basket, your phone comes back on and you dive for it, checking to see if you have any missed calls or texts from Joel. There isn’t a single one. 

You call Penny, detailing your Thanksgiving with the Millers. 

“And then he left. He just fucking left.” You say, peering out your window towards Joels. Hoping for any sign of life.

“What the fuck do you mean he ‘left’?!” Penny says, loud enough that you have to pull the phone away from your ear. 

“He left. His eyes looked different, but he just walked out. I didn’t chase him and he didn’t come back. AND he has a fucking girlfriend. I truly don’t-” Penny interjects. 

“A fucking girlfriend?!?! Im actually going to kill this man.” 

You let out a sigh. “I just don’t know what to do Pen. The sex was so fucking good. I loved being dominated like that but the circumstances surrounding it fucking blow. I refuse to be the first to speak so I guess parent-teacher conferences will just have to be awkward from now on.” 

“Honestly, its his loss Yellow. I wish I could do something or help.” Penny says, disgruntled. 

“I know Pen, but just talking to you about it helps.” you say calmly. Soaking in her vibes through the phone. 

Your phone beeps. 

“So, Im thinking about-” 

“Hold on Pen” you say, switching her to speaker and checking your texts. 

“Holding!” she says cheerfully. 

“Its Joel.” you say. 

“What?” Penny says, every ounce of cheerfulness leaving her voice, a sort of rage fillingit instead. 

You didn’t mean to say it outloud but you did. 

“Well what the hell did he say?!”

“I refuse to look. He can kiss my ass.” You retort, both of you erupting in laughter. 

A couple more hours go by on the phone with Penny. You learn that her time in Ireland may be cut short due to her moms health. It’s a weird feeling for you. You want Penny to be happy but you also miss her so much. 

“Okay Pen. I’ve gotta make some dinner and get this laundry put in drawers instead of living in a basket.” 

“I miss you yellow. I’ll see you soon, okay? Let me know if anything happens with Joel.” she responds. 

You had completely forgotten Joel texted you. You’re nauseous. 

“I will. Love ya!” 

“Love ya!” 

The call disconnects. You sigh, dragging the 3 laundry baskets to your room. You sit on your bed, and look out the window. Joel’s curtains in the same place they have been, neatly on the windowsill. 

You follow through on your word, and you don’t even read Joels text. You put your laundry away and scrounge up some dinner. You eat leftover pasta and garlic knots and settle in for the night, cozying up under a blanket on your very loved couch. 

You wake up to a knocking on your door. It’s dark so you’re weary. Looking out the peephole, you see Joel. He’s in jeans and a flannel but he looks disheveled. His normally bright eyes are now withdrawn and dull, his arms sitting heavily at his sides, holding flowers. You’re hesitant to open the door. Partially because nothing good comes from late nights with him, and partially because you have no desire to speak to him. He drained you emotionally, and made you feel small. 

“What do you want, Joel?” you say through the door, pulling yourself away from the peephole. 

“P-please open it. I just wanna t-t-talk to ya.” His voice sweet as molasses, but cracking.

“Joel, realistically I have nothing to say.” You take a deep breath, struggling to keep your voice from shaking. “We are not good for each other, in any capacity. I think we both made that clear to each other over the last few weeks.” 

A tear falls slowly from his right eye. 

“Yellow. P-p-please.” He blubbers through a few more tears. 

You sigh and open the door, leaving the storm door shut.

His eyes are bloodshot, his hair is a wreck, and his posture is depressing. 

“Joel-”

“Please just let me talk, and then I’ll go. I promise.” he says. You nod, signaling him to go ahead. 

“Im so sorry. For everything. Im sorry for how I spoke to you, for how I let Celeste speak to you, for not sticking up for you-” he takes a deep breath in, “Most of all, Im sorry for not being more clear with my intentions from day one.” his head drops. 

"From the moment I saw you, everything changed. I can still remember the first time our eyes met—it was like the world paused for a second. I didn’t know you yet, but something about you felt familiar, like I had been waiting for you without even realizing it.” he pauses, sniffling. 

“There was this quiet kind of magic in the way you moved, in the way your smile lit up the room. I didn’t know it then, but I was already falling. It’s like my heart recognized you before my mind did, and it just couldn’t let go. I tried to ignore it, tried to convince myself it was just a fleeting moment, a passing attraction. But the more I saw you, the more I couldn’t escape it.” 

And you say nothing. Because he’s lowkey been a dick from day one, so you’re confused. 

“Joel, respectfully, you were an ass to me the day we met. You don’t treat someone you care about this much, like that.” You say blankly. 

“I was scared. After Sarah’s mom cheated on me, I had no interest in finding someone. As far as I was concerned, it was just her and I. No one else mattered, and I didn’t mind it.” 

“That still isn’t a reason to treat me the way you did. Nothing about what we did was normal. Fun? Sure. Normal? Not really.”

He sighs. “I know, and I’m sorry. I want to fix it. I want to do right by you.” he says, his puppy dog eyes looking up at you. 

“Joel I don’t-” he interrupts.

“You dont have to give me an answer tonight, or hell even this week. But I like you, and I want to give you the world. And I think if we could start over, I could do that. I could be better, for you.” He says, a glimmer of hope in his eyes for the first time in weeks 

You nod your head. “I’ll let you know.” you say, opening the storm door. “Thanks for popping by, and for apologizing. I appreciate it.” 

He hands you the flowers with a nod, and turns back toward his house, borderline disappearing in the haze.

[ghoulangerlee]

For your prompt thing, and if you want... could you spare some... SWISSRORA B L E A SE. Anything sweet and playful between them would be... I would cry. Thank you, I owe you my life (if you decide to choose this)

HELLO THIS IS A BIT LATE but life you see

ANYWAY this is mostly inspired by the shenanigans that Swiss got into on stage during the tour.(mainly him being on his knees for her...a lot...) Aurora may be new but she knows how to care for a big boy :')

content: vague references to heat/rut though there is no actual heat or rut, cunnilingus, masturbation, dirty talk, Aurora is In Charge :^}

**lemme know if you see any glaring errors I wrote this on my phone and my keyboard sometimes glitches oop**

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"Oh baby," Aurora coos softly, her palms cupping Swiss's flushed face, she's standing above him, dragging the pad of her thumb gently across the apple of his cheek, "Are you in heat?"

Swiss makes a noise in his throat, leaning into her touch as his eyes flutter shut, he vocalizes, a low sort of rumble deep in his chest that has Aurora giggling, lifting one hand to drag her fingers gently through his curls.

"Sweet boy," she says, "You're so desperate for it you've forgotten your manners, haven't you?" She asks, her voice sticky sweet, "I know you can do better than that, baby."

He makes another noise this time, a garbled version of her name as his hands come up to grip the backs of her bare thighs and he shuffles closer to her until he's resting his chin against her stomach, staring up at her with wide, pleading eyes. "Aurora, please," he says, words coming out thick like his tongue is too big for his mouth. "Please, let me have a taste."

She laughs then, the sound light and happy as she brushes her thumb across his cheek again and then downwards, running the pad of it over his lower lip.

His tongue follows it, swiping gently across her fingertip as he tries to close his lips around it.

"Ah," she says, somewhat sharply, "None of that, baby, you'll get it when I give it to you, alright?"

His eyes flutter closed at the reprimand and he makes a sad noise, "Sorry 'rora," he mumbles, tipping his head forward so he can press a kiss to her stomach instead. "I'll be good."

"I know you will, baby," She says, gently scratching her nails across his scalp, "You're always so good for me when you remember your place."

He makes another noise, this time somewhat pleased, at the overly generous praise that she's given him—he is not good, most of the time, and they both know that, they both get off on his inability to be patient sometimes, on how he'll just take when he's in certain moods.

Today though, he wants to be good for her.

He presses one more kiss to her stomach, gentle and closed mouth before he leans back on his heels, letting his hands fall from where they'd been holding her thighs to rest palm up on his own folded legs.

"Look at you," Aurora murmurs with a soft smile, "Beautiful," she compliments him, rubbing her thumb over his lower lip again, briefly pressing in and dragging it down a bit so she can see his teeth—sharp, his glamour flickering the more aroused he gets, "You'll have to get rid of those if you want to pit your mouth anywhere near me," she says, the tip of her thumbnail resting gently against his lower canine.

Swiss whines softly when Aurora lets go of his face and he runs his tongue across his lower lip, tasting salt and barely there sulfur from her touch.

"Touch yourself for me first," she says after a few moments, her eyes dark and possessive, "Let me see what you have waiting for me, sweet one."

Hurriedly, he complies, he's only wearing sweats, his chest bare—cock tenting his pants where he's been hard since Aurora had touched him what feels like hours ago now, the two of them watching a movie together, cuddled up on the couch.

He had been paying attention for the most part, until Aurora had slipped her hand beneath the blanket over their laps, her small hand rubbing at him through the sweats.

She'd giggled, leaned into him when she realized he hadn't been wearing underwear, murmuring in his ear about what she wanted from him. (His mouth.)

He wraps his hand around himself, it's a bit dry, but he knows it won't be for long, especially not with the way he's leaking, twisting his fist just under the head, brushing the pad of his thumb over the tip—Aurora's watching him with heavy eyes, like she wants to eat him, her eyes trained on his fist.

He slows down a bit, rocking into his fist like he's fucking it, slow rolls of his hips as he squeezes around his own cock, "Fuck," he breathes out.

"That's it baby," Aurora says, her voice breathless, her own hand hovering just over the wet spot in her panties, fingers teasing through the sticky material. "Imagine that's me, squeeze yourself a bit tighter now, you're so big you barely fit," she coaches him

Swiss moans, eyes falling shut as he follows her directions, squeezing his fist tighter around himself, his palm now wet and sticky, overly warm from the friction—he fucks up into his fist, "'rora," he mumbles, mouth falling open as he pants.

She gasps, biting her lower lip as she quickly strips off her sticky underwear, stepping closer to Swiss—she can clock the moment he smells her arousal, the way his eyes snap open, focusing on her like a predator their prey.

Smiling at him, she moves closer, cupping his jaw carefully to tilt his head back a little as she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes, fitting herself just over his mouth, "Keep touching yourself," she orders, the words trailing off into a groan as his tongue drags wetly over her cunt. "Make me come first and you can come tonight, sweetness."

Swiss groans, the vibrations making Aurora shiver and push herself higher on her toes—her voice in his ear as she begs him for more, her scent so strong and pure where his nose is buried against her making him close his eyes again.

With a careful hand, Aurora parts her folds, toes curling against the carpeted floor as Swiss's tongue nudges against her clit for a moment before, "Not inside baby," she's quick to correct him when she feels his tongue swipe over her hole, and the moan that he lets out—either in disappointment or because of her taste is almost enough to make her rethink her words.

Because he's so good, Swiss focuses his attention back on her clit, mouthing at it and wrapping his lips around it, tongue gentle and just what she needs as the waves inside her build slowly, the pressure in her lower belly warm and pleasant.

"Good boy," She praises him, whining a little when his pleased moan sends a sharp course of arousal through her, "You're doing so well for me, taking such good care of me, baby."

Her hand goes to his hair, holding on tightly as she grinds down against his face, fucking herself against his tongue, "Just like that," she breathes out on a moan, her thighs shaking, "Let me use your mouth baby, just like this."

He's so good to her, keeping his tongue out, letting her grind down against it—she can feel him breathing heavily against her, spurring her own faster, "Just a little bit more, baby," she says, words starting to leave her, "Almost—" she breaks off with a gasp, a sort of low pitched moan as she grips Swiss's hair tight enough to pull, grinding against his tongue until she's feeling wrung out and oversensitive.

And then Swiss's hand is there, on her hip, both holding her up and guiding her into rocking against his mouth as he licks at her, tasting her until her thighs clamp around his head and she's coming again.

He moans, loud and pained as he fucks up into his hand a dozen or so more times before he's coming too, his spend landing on the floor, some landing on her ankle closest to him.

Aurora finally pulls back, still shaking, as she pets through his hair, soothing where she'd pulled at his scalp.

"Good boy," she murmurs, finally dropping down to straddle his lap, uncaring of his sticky with come hand grabbing at her hip, pulling her closer.

His mouth is wet, and he smells so strongly of her that Aurora almost wants to shove his face between her thighs again—but instead she kisses him, slow and deep until he's moaning into it and starting to chin up again.

"Again?" Aurora asks when she pulls away, grinning sharply at him as she cups his face.

Swiss licks his lips, tastes her on them and immediately pushes himself into a standing position, scooping her up as he goes—luckily, the bed isn't too far, he thinks, holding her against his chest as he leaves the common area and takes her to his room, kicking the door shut with a loud thump behind him, her giggles echoing along with it.

[creative-kny-fics]

Hk! Do you accept a request from Lee Muichiro Ler Ginko or Lee Giyuu Ler Kanzabuto? Pliss

The relationship he has with his crows is beautiful for me

Ohhh!! How cute!!! You're right, their relationship is very beautiful! Ginko always cares for Muichiro and makes him respect when someone attacks him. And Kanzaburo despite his age, he does his best to take care of Giyuu and help him with his missions! Good idea!

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Lees: Giyuu Tomioka and Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Ginko (Muichiro crow) and Kanzaburo (Giyuu crow)

'Tokito! Why do we have to go visit the water hashira?! He's not on your level!' 'We are go because he is my new oni-chan, and I want to be with him. Also, today I don't have missions and I already trained, so I can go visit him', Ginko frowned, annoyed and offended.

'So he will come? Good good...' 'Yes, I hope you don't mind. It is probable that he comes with his crow, just, don't scare her', Giyuu caressed his crow, until he heard the door being knocked, they had arrived

It was a quiet lunch, the crows ate with their owners, although it seemed that Ginko didn't like the idea of ​​someone eating with Tokito.

'This is inconceivable! Muichiro shouldn't be eating with him and even less with this old crow', Ginko thought, knowing that Muichiro would scold her for saying that in front of Giyuu.

'Be careful Kanzaburo, you are eating too fast. I don't want you to choke' 'Food... Giyuu... Food', Giyuu looked at him worried, he knew he was older but he shouldn't behave like that.

'Here, oops', Giyuu exclaimed when he accidentally dropped the fruit inside his uniform, he sighed, well, he could just take another one and give it to him, but him crow wouldn't think the same.

'Woah! Kanzaburo! Get out-ngh! Hehehey! Gehehet ohohoff! Cohohome on!' 'Nii - Chan are you alright?', Giyuu nodded, trying not to bring his hands to his body so as not to crush his crow.

But, gosh, he didn't know what was so sensitive to feathers, he was worried that he might run out of air in there more than tickle him.

'Is that crow bothering you?' 'Nohoho-! Ehehehe! Ihihit's ahahalright! I dohohon't mihihind it!'

'Hmmm.. Good idea!' 'Good idea? Ginko-? Hey!', Muichiro did have time to react when he saw his crow trying to get into his uniform too, Ginko sat next to him and pretended it was a joke, Muichiro lowered his guard and well, Ginko achieved his goal

'Ginko! Don't you dare! Mhmhmhm!', Muichiro covered his mouth with his hands, he was not going to let his crow win.

'Food... Fruit...' 'Kahahanzaburo! There is more here! Plehehease! Ihihit tickles!', oww, poor crow, he wants his fruit, oh yes and poor Giyuu too

'Ginko-! Thihihis is ridiculous! Mhmhm! Gehehet off-! You're going to-...NGH-!!!', Muichiro bit the sleeves of his uniform, feeling Ginko move closer to his belly.

"Nononono, anything but this!", Muichiro pleaded mentally, damn it, Ginko was going to tear him apart, he was never tickled with feathers, but to him it felt horrible and unbearable.

'Okahahay! OK! Enough! Ahahahaha! Wahahahit not the sihihides! Tahahahake your fruhuhuit! Ehehehehe!' Well, apparently Giyuu wasn't suffering or feeling upset, but what about Muichiro...?

'GIHIHINKO!! GEHEHET OHOHOFF!! FAHAHAHACK!!' 'That's what you get for contradicting me!', ehhh- I think not so well

'Nehehehedd sohohome hehehelp?' 'YEAHAHAHAHA!! I CAHAHAHAN'T!! IT TICKLES!! IT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUCH!! GINKO! PLEASE!!'

After a few seconds, Kanzaburo came out of Giyuu's uniform, with his fruit in his mouth. 'Hehehe you got me!' 'NII - CHAHAHAN!!!', oh yes, Muichiro...

Giyuu tried to get Ginko out by offering her food, but...it didn't help. So he had to reach into Muichiro's uniform and fight Ginko's bites, he got it.

'Are you okay?' '*huff* yeheheah! *huff*', oh Giyuu, Ginko may have dumped Muichiro, but now she won't dump you for meddling in her business

[officialjanetweiss]

List 8 tv shows for your followers to get to know you.

Tagged by @nero-neptune

OOPS I was tagged in this like a year ago and am just getting around to posting it 😅 I’m the queen of starting these and then saving them to my drafts to finish later and then just abandoning them. ANYWAY

(I, too, am giving a lil blurb for each one bc I love to talk)

Desperate Housewives

I started watching it a couple weeks ago finished it in the spring and I love one (1) republican. I am now slowly thrifting all of the seasons on DVD

My mom watched it when it first aired and I never sat down and joined her but I remember catching glimpses. As an adult I knew I would love it before I even started and I was right! It has WOMEN. It’s outrageous. It’s hilarious. It’s addicting. The theme song is glorious!! Almost every episode title is a reference to a Sondheim song!!! It has (mostly) aged surprisingly well. And in general it just reminds me of a time before streaming when TV was…different. Idk how to put it into words but first of all, remember when shows had 20+ episodes per season? Never forget what they took from us.

Glee

IYKYK. Any “old” songs I know I know because of either Glee or Rockband. Jayma Mays was my awakening. It introduced me to Rocky Horror and many other musicals. It got me into media literacy/critique and was the first show that I anticipated every single week and the first show I gave up on before it ended. I could go on for ages but you just had to be there (my tumblr from 2012-2015).

Passions

I watched this with my mom as a little kid and am slowly rewatching now. Soap operas are a staple on her side of the family and Passions is the only one I ever got into, because I was like 4 and there was ✨magic✨. As an adult I’m not even really into fantasy but in this case it works for me bc it’s so balls to the wall insane. I definitely don’t think I could get into it today if it weren’t for the childhood nostalgia. It ran for almost 10 years, which is not long considering some soaps are still kicking after 50 or 60. But at 2,231 episodes it’s a LOT if you’re not used to the slow pacing of the soap opera format. It’s so special to me though. I have cat and baby names picked out bc of characters on this show. AND THE THEME SONG!!

Soap

My all time fave. For 10 years I have run the only tumblr blog dedicated to Soap. It’s hilarious and touching and was ahead of its time. Susan Harris is a genius. Fleabag falling in love with a priest? Susan Harris did it first. That lady on Days of Our Lives being possessed? Susan Harris did it first. Who shot JR? Susan Harris did it first. The Golden Girls sitting at a table eating dessert and talking about sex? Susan Harris did that but she also did it BEFORE SHE DID IT. I’ve rewatched this show so many times and there are still scenes that make me laugh out loud. I would die for Jessica Tate. Bury me with the boxset.

That Girl

Just started watching this (in real time, not a year ago) and it’s just so fun!! Marlo Thomas is a cutie. Her wardrobe is unreal. I’ve laughed out loud quite a few times. She has great chemistry with the leading man whose actor’s name I shan’t bother to look up. I feel like I started watching it at the perfect time in my life too.

Ann Marie 🤝🏼 Cute little aspiring actresses who just moved out on their own to the big city and don’t have sex 🤝🏼 Me

Trial & Error

Came for Jayma, stayed for everything. Last year I watched Arrested Development for the first time and if you like that show I think you’ll like Trial & Error. Mockumentary style, wacky characters, great running gags. It was gone too soon and I’m still waiting for a season 2 DVD release.

Out of the Box

Here’s a throwback bc who am I if I don’t put a kids show on the list? I loved this show when I was little. It’s so underrated. I showed it to my current babysitting kids when I first started watching them and they love it too :,) Watching it as an adult makes me so emotional idk why. It warms my heart. If I were to ever become a preschool teacher I would make the babies sing the ending song at their graduation and make their parents cryyyy. If you have little guys in your life you should show it to them. It’s on Disney + (eewwww) but there might be episodes on youtube too.

Instead of blabbing about an 8th show here are some runner ups that I’ve enjoyed over the years, some of which I think are v underrated: Tuca & Bertie, Girlfriends, Mum (BBC, not to be confused with Mom, which I also enjoy), Fleabag, Go On, Jane the Virgin, Wonderfalls, Masters of Sex (might be due for a rewatch of that one), The Fosters (fuck them kids tho), Pushing Daisies, One Mississippi

I tag @lifesizehysteria @cakesexuality @sic-transit-gloria-mea and you can do it again @nero-neptune, I know you have more shows to talk about.

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Good morning! It’s Ari, again.

I might drop by to DM sometime, but since I’m about to work, I didn’t want to be rude and just DM/start a conversation to throw questions at you and run off lol I’d rather DM to get to know someone if that makes sense. I thought it might be more appropriate to drop little questions here if any really drive me nuts while I’m reading your blog in the meantime.

If I ever ask anything you don’t want to share, feel free to say so! I’m trying to understand what I’ve read you say about finding your path yourself and avoiding echo chambers when you should be learning from the Divine, so I’m gonna try to limit my questions, but between my having ADHD, anxiety, and just generally being kind of detail-oriented, I still find myself fixated on specific details a lot

So with that ramble out of the way (sorry, I’m kinda long-winded, I’m sure you noticed in my email lol) my actual question(s) for today!:

(I see how long this got, so for a summary, this jumble of questions is about the likenesses of Deities you mention putting on altars)

In your first post about altar creation, I saw you say one of the things you need is a likeness of the Deity you’re making it for. It might be a silly question, but what really counts as a “likeness”? Is it just anything made with the intention of being His likeness? Or are we supposed to make an intuitive guess? I could see maybe going by personal UPG, but assuming we’re just starting out and not confident in anything like that, trying to make the altar to connect in the first place, I’m wondering how we know what we’re looking for.

Since I’m not able to practice openly at home, but my family knows I was a bigger fan of Hiddleston Loki than the MCU itself, I was thinking of finding a good/affordable figure of MCU Loki. So if the owner of the household rifles through my things, as she’s prone to do, and she finds a candle, a marvel figure and a couple of (to her) random things in a box, she’s more likely to think it’s just a box of knickknacks. But I’m afraid this will be seen as some kind of joke, I don’t want to be too familiar, in case I’ve been wrong about my connecting to Him so far.

Final thought- do Deities even really have human-looking appearances? I see Loki appearing differently to different people, especially as a shapeshifter, but is it really a thing that any of Them look a certain way? Like I’ve read you talk about meeting Him face-to-face when He has possessed people in front of you, and how He’s your roommate/in-and-out-of-your-body way of being with you now. But is there a way you “see” Him? And is that a way He’s appeared to you, in a dream or meditation or something, or is it just kinda a creative idea of how He looks?

Sorry for the length, and any errors! I’d stop to edit it down and fix run-on sentences, but I’m already kinda late starting work (oops). So I hope you have a good day! Hopefully I’ll have time to actually chat this weekend, if you’re open to that!

Hi Ari! You're totally fine. I love answering questions so give me what you got and I can do my best to further clarify for you. And also, I am ADHD so I 100% understand the need for detail-oriented clarification. My numerous questions is how I got to where I am today because I would ask Loki so many things about how stuff works so I can better grasp the nature of the concept. I am more than delighted to share what I've learned, how it works, and why it's been successful and that's kind of the point of my being here.

My answers are also really long-winded and mostly because I have a lot of knowledge and experiences and very few places to share it so bear with me.

So, in regards to the likeness question, I would say anything that is made with the intention of it being the Deity in question would be the best point of reference. However, it doesn't necessarily mean it has to be an obvious representation, just something that is synonymous with Their energy. Like, if you had a candle vaguely in the shape of the Deity in question or a clay model, a doll, or a picture that reminds you of Them, that also works. The purpose is to draw the energy of that particular Deity into the shrine which means you would need to "open the door" to both sides. Like, the Deity would need to know it is for Them as well as you so you can look at it and go, "ah, yes, that is the God in question." You would think They wouldn't care because They know your heart and your intention, but it is easiest when the object is designed with the God in mind.

That being said, I personally had MCU Loki on my altar for a year or two when I first began, knowing Loki probably was aware of my situation and that I needed to be closeted until I had my own place to live. I don't think it would necessarily be a problem if you have Tom Hiddleston instead of Loki Himself. When I got my own place, I got Him a statue carved out of wood and quite a bit of art by various artists I've found who I think draw Him really well.

The whole debate about whether or not Loki cares for MCU Loki itself is complex and I can possibly get into that in more detail if anyone is ever interested. But based on my experiences with Him, He has indicated that no, He doesn't really care for it to be on your shrine. It's fine if that's what you need to be conspicuous. He only really seems to care if you don't ask Him if it's okay. The point, I think, He wants to make is that by asking Him His opinion, He will make it okay because you gave Him your reasoning and didn't just assume. Which makes sense considering a shrine is a Deity's possession and not a devotee's after the point of making it a shrine. So, as long as you're asking His permission to use it on His shrine, I think that's absolutely clear with Him.

I cannot speak for Him, but I sincerely doubt He would ever wish to put you in the way of any danger when it comes to His shrine being made. However, I know Him to be very possessive of His belongings and prefers giving His consent with certain things. If you invite Him when creating a shrine, He will more than likely give you a sense of what you need to be doing for Him and whether or not it's okay. If you don't trust that, using a pendulum, flipping a coin, or other "yes/no" random generators are helpful. I wouldn't worry too much that you are afraid of insulting Him just because you don't have an option.

Just don't ask Him multiple times the same question because that's when He starts giving false answers. It can get aggravating but typically He doesn't like having only one-sided answers and would prefer to say both "yes" and "no" because He tends to swing both ways when talking about the nature of Himself as well as the Gods since it's never only ever just one single way.

I think He does mind Tom Hiddleston being used as His likeness if you have no reason to hide your shrine and if you don't ask His permission to so so He may say "no" but then "yes" later on given His consent and an explanation of your reasoning.

Now, I don't know your situation, obviously, and there's no reason for you to get into more detail about it to some random stranger on the internet but I will point out that having a shrine is a lot less obvious than you would think. People won't know what they are looking at if they are not pagan. I kept my shrine on my desk for the years I was closeted and my ex who was an atheist as well as my Christian parents did not know what they were looking at unless I specifically told them what it was. Even then, they were confused. I think unless the people you live with know what a pagan is or what a shrine should be, you likely are going to be fine even if they go through your belongings.

I recommend keeping it in a shoe box somewhere or an even smaller box that's tucked away somewhere no one will get to it even if they are looking. It's probably for the best regardless because it would keep other energy from getting to it that would be less than savory and could interrupt the energetic transaction between Loki and yourself.

Also, in regards to appearances, no, Loki does not have a physical appearance whatsoever. He is energy and energy does not have a form that we can see clearly with our two eyes. He likes to call Himself an "orb of light" and that He "floats around all day and does not do much of anything on this physical plane except wait around for stuff to happen."

I have seen Him manifest physically before but it is not human-like nor is it remotely something that is a common occurrence. It looks like glimmers of golden light that shines in the corner of my eye and flashes before it can ever be seen fully. My cats see Him all the time, actually, and watch as He zooms around the apartment and plays with them since cats have a keener sense of vision than we do.

So, no, He does not have any actual human-like qualities. However, it is my understanding that the way we perceive Him is translated by various triggers in our brain. Just like how we visualize a person as they are described that we haven't seen before, Loki essentially has a means to assist people with seeing Him who may have trouble recognizing who He is so He gives a common appearance. He's explained to me that when it's important for someone to know who they are looking at, He will appear to them as a lanky ginger with long red hair, golden eyes and pointed ears. But if it's not, then He can show up as anyone He wants to in any way.

So I suppose it's both the way He wants to be seen and also our own brains piecing together visuals that He triggers and we conceptualize as vaguely human but very obviously not given the amount of energy that resonates off of Him. So it's both intentional that He looks the same way to a lot of people while also being intentional when He doesn't. Regardless of where, how, and why He manifests, though, He feels the exact same way all the time and you'll know who He is just by being in His presence. So, I suppose, also, it doesn't truly matter about what He looks like on your shrine.

I hope that answers your questions (probably more info than you ever asked for) but I'm always open to clarifying things here and otherwise and that goes with anyone who stumbles on my blog. That's why I'm here. Also, yes, please DM whenever you want! I love meeting people. It's my favorite. Talking about this shit is my jam.

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Starboys, part vi

Characters belong to @lumosinlove. Read it on Ao3 here 🏎️

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All the small things you do

There were only five laps to go before the end of what could have been the perfect race weekend—capping off an even more perfect week. Great practices, an amazing qualifying session, and an electric, flawless race. Logan had been on fire—unbeatable, flying in his Silver Arrow and making it look like a space rocket ship. Still, Leo remained more than alert, ready for any eventuality that might arise on such an unpredictable track. 

"Oops," Logan's voice burst out in Leo’s ears. "Fuck, I almost touched the wall."

Leo's frantic slap to his forehead made Sirius and the other strategists in the pitwall laugh. Such a casual reaction for someone who almost smashed the car into a wall at 200 kph. Oops.

"I would ask you to be considerate enough to bring the car home in one piece, please and thank you," Leo said, and released the radio button.

Logan's panting breaths came back immediately. "I said I almost crashed! I am being considerate."

Leo shook his head in defeat. "Try to do it within the white lines, thank you."

"Car okay?" Logan checked.

"Everything's fine on our end."

Ha! That was our race leader having a little chat with his engineer Knut. And also a very close call for him with the barriers.

Indeed, Mike. These corners are merciless. There's no margin for error here in Singapore. And we know how perfectly Tremblay can master a street circuit.

Could it be a little bit of pressure? O'Hara is looking relentless today, with Winter and Potter close behind. He's really going all out for that first place. The gap is now down to seven tenths, and we know that the chances of overtaking on this track are slim, but– ooh! There's a yellow flag in sector 3!

Two marshals appeared from behind the safety barriers, raising and waving the warning flags. Then the trackside lights began flashing bright yellow and Logan switched the engine mode just as Leo's voice echoed in his ears, "Yellow flag right behind you."

"What happened?" Logan rasped, risking a quick glance in his rearview mirror. There was only one red car behind him and he couldn't make out the number. Finn.

"Logan, the safety car is going to–"

"What happened?"

"Logan," Leo's tone grew more urgent. "The safety car is being deployed. Listen to me, okay? I need you to focus."

Logan hit the small SC button on the steering wheel and began to slow down. "Leo..." he tried again.

"It's Kasey," Leo said calmly. "He crashed into the wall, but he's okay, he's already out." 

O'Hara has a good chance out there. Race control has instructed the lapped cars to overtake the safety car, and now he's closing the gap to just a few hundredths of a second.

We're in for some exciting racing, Paul. I expect Potter and Kuznetsov to push hard during their final stints from third and fourth place, but the real battle will be up front between these two unstoppable champions.

Winter is being taken to his box by the medical car. It looks like there could be an issue with his left hand, though we’re still waiting on official word from the team. 

Fingers crossed we get some positive news soon. Meanwhile, his car is being cleared from the track, and the safety car is coming in with just two laps to go.

Logan had practiced this move plenty of times over the years. Distract. As simple as it came. He waited for the green flag and set the pace—slow, nerve-wracking. The start line, the short pit straight, full braking into Turn 1, then a slight left-hand kink.

Don't let them know your next move.

He braked into Turn 3, a tight left-hander, crucial to get the right exit speed for the next straight. There, mid-corner, Logan accelerated, using the sharp angle to gain an advantage over the others.

Or so he thought. 

What a tricky move by Tremblay!

Even better, Mike, it looks like O'Hara didn't buy it at all!

"Now or never, Harz," was Remus' radio message to Finn. "Come on man, you can do this."

Here they come out of Turn 5, almost wheel to wheel! O'Hara tries to dive down the inside, but there's no room for him! Now he has the best chance to overtake—onto the main straight, full speed, using all of Tremblay's slipstream and—oh my!! He’s done it! O'Hara takes the lead!

"You got this, Lo," Leo's voice encouraged him. "One more lap. Push to the end."

The crowd is going wild! Everyone in the stands is on their feet for this exciting final lap!

Tremblay makes one last attempt. Down to Sector 2, the DRS is open, and he's moving to the outside, but O'Hara is not giving up, and closes the way into Turn 14. They only have one straight left.

Knut is telling Tremblay not to take any unnecessary risks in these last few corners. Let's see what he can do.

What a race! What. A. Race. O'Hara's team is buzzing behind the barriers! And here it comes, the car number Seventeen, with Tremblay on his tail—one last push to the checkered flag! Finn O'Hara wins the Singapore Grand Prix!! 

Fireworks lit up the night sky. Logan could hear the loud bangs between the chants roaring from the stands. It took him a long moment to slow down, move to one side of the track and blink away the built-up tension. He almost missed Leo's voice in his ears, thin, forcedly upbeat. "That was a hell of a fight, Logan. Not the outcome we were hoping for, but still an incredible race."

"I'm sorry," Logan said, because he couldn't think of anything else right then. He drove to the pit lane where Finn and James' cars were already parked. He shut off the engine, unbuckled the seatbelts and slid through the halo to jump out of the car. Once he removed the helmet and balaclava, Logan took a deep breath and felt the tightness in his chest ease. He saw his team waiting for him with open arms and threw himself at them, letting Sirius' words soothe the ache, the fear of having lost control.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the loud cheers and madness of a post-race celebration. He found those eyes, filled with pride, exhaustion, and bitter happiness. Finn managed an apologetic grin before he was shoved away to the press. Logan was left to watch his lean figure walk away, the dark red suit swallowed by too many people and cameras at once.

"Go up there and enjoy this," Leo's voice sounded real this time, not a static echo from somewhere too far away. Logan wheeled around to see his confident smile, brighter than any of the dazzling lights surrounding them. "I want a podium ceremony in full Tremblay-O'Hara style. Nothing less."

The American anthem was played to celebrate the winner, the Italian to honor his team. Logan had taken a sip from Finn's bottle of champagne, their eyes locking in an unspoken acknowledgment—to the winner, until the next one—a long-standing tradition that was just theirs.

Finn's hands around him, the tight grip on his back—holding him close as the crowd chanted their names—were resonances of a warming sensation, a contrast to the biting, ice-cold water Logan was about to plunge into.

The room was all too quiet now, compared to the bustle of people walking around the Silver hospitality. Logan wished he had someone to distract himself with, to keep his mind from wandering too much. But the mess around him was a clear hint that James had already been there—a towel left on the handlebars of the bike, the half-empty bottle of blue Gatorade, the foam mat on the floor.

As if summoned by his thoughts alone, Leo soon appeared from the doorframe, carrying a bottle of Logan's favorite electrolyte water—red berries flavored, sweet and refreshing.

"Just for your information," Leo handed him the drink and Logan immediately took a big gulp, "I'm not getting paid enough."

"You mean to babysit me?" 

"Yep," Leo confirmed. He accepted the plastic bottle back and screwed the cap on.

"You got that right," Logan smirked, splashing him with cold water and throwing in a bunch of ice cubes for good measure.

"Tremblay."

"Ooops," Logan playfully teased him.

"No, no, don't even get me started on that one," Leo said, shooting Logan a stern, ridiculous look that made both of them laugh. He sat cross-legged on the floor—blue eyes still glaring threateningly at him with a barely suppressed grin—and Logan felt guilt gnawing at his stomach all over again.

"Knutty..." he forced his ashamed eyes to stay on him. "I'm so sorry." 

Leo didn't look surprised, as if he had somehow expected it. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked in a gentle voice.

"I don't know. I..." Logan ducked his head to watch his fingers draw tiny circles in the water. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. I thought... for a moment I was..." He broke off, swallowing that mental image again.

"You thought it was Finn. I get it," Leo nodded understandingly.

"But I fucked up the race," Logan admitted.

Leo promptly nodded in disagreement. "That's not true," he said just as the timer went off. Logan reached out to stop it, but didn't move further.

"I did," he met Leo's careful eyes again. "I shouldn't be scared of things like that. We're athletes, we know the risks. My job is to focus on my race and my team's success." 

Logan took a moment to get out of the tub. The chilly air made him shiver, and Leo reached up to hand him the clean towel he had thrown on the floor earlier. Once he was wrapped in the soft cotton warmth, Logan sat down next to him. 

"Okay, first of all," Leo began, turning just enough to face him, "you didn't do anything wrong. Strategically speaking, that is. The restart was good, and your reaction time was impeccable."

"But then..."

"But so was Finn's," Leo pointed out. "And his strategy and his car. We're talking milliseconds here, Tremz."

"I know…"

"Besides," Leo continued, holding Logan's gaze firmly, "you can't blame yourself for being scared. Just because y’all are... used to this," he gestured vaguely around, "to dashing along at unthinkable speeds every other day... doesn't mean you're not allowed to be worried about it. About people who are important to you."

Logan let Leo's fierce voice sink in. Every time an incident happened on track, it was only natural to ask if the driver was okay. They were all aware of the risks, and hard training and safety measures never seemed to be enough. Racing was as dangerous as it was thrilling, an intoxicating feeling. 

"I bet Finn feels the same way about you," Leo said quietly. "This is what everyone wants to see, what racing should always be. Talent, action, dedication. And respect." He was so unbearably calm, so gentle." People out there support you because they see more than just a brave driver," Leo tilted his head a little and smiled. "They see the person behind the wheel. And I'm sure we don't even know the half of what's behind that hard shell you carry around." 

Logan thought he had overreacted, but he knew Leo was right. There wasn't a single version of his life in which he wouldn't care about Finn. 

"Thanks, Peanut," he murmured, grinning at Leo's annoyed look. "Aw, shut up. I know you like it."

Leo's dimpled smile betrayed whatever menacing expression he was trying to force. 

"I really, really needed this. Thank you," Logan said again, not willing to look away.

"Come on, Tremblay," Leo stood up and held out his hand, steady and surprisingly comforting. "It's debrief time."

Logan took it and pulled himself up. "It's fucking midnight," he groaned loudly.

"Yeah, like you're not planning on hitting the after party," Leo shot him a pointed look that Logan ignored with a roll of his eyes. 

"Ouais." He halted on his way to the door to look back at Leo. "And you're coming with me.”

—

Two days later, Logan and Finn landed on an overcast, somber coast. It was one of those late September days that typically heralded the coming fall season—the first glimpse of its timeless combination of colors and scents.

The flight from Singapore had lasted ages, and Logan was feeling tired and a little edgy. He let Finn drive them from the airport to his place, trying to push aside the insistent buzzing in his head and let the view of a rough, dull sea lull his weary mind. He had a week off to spend at home in Monaco, and then he would fly to Silverstone for the next two weeks before leaving for the States. And yet, all he wanted right now was to snuggle into Finn's safe arms and never move again.

"Here we are," Finn broke the silence with a long sigh as they pulled the car into the garage.

Logan flashed him a tired half-smile and reached out to cradle his cheek. "Let's get home."

It felt different now—after a week of hiding, pretending, and carefully sneaking from one hotel room to the other—walking past the front door of Finn's attic with their hands clasped tightly together.

Logan had always loved spending time here. The apartment was warm, lovingly lived in, if not a little chaotic—with Finn's shoes carelessly tossed by the door, always a book or two on the coffee table, and dozens more spread out on the wooden shelves around the living room, among a few nicely framed family pictures. There were certain small details that Logan associated only with Finn, like the unbelievable number of dorky bookmarks strewn all over the place, the always-empty kitchen cupboard—except for a jar of coffee beans and a box of Logan's favorite mint tea—and the cozy, soft blanket draped untidily over one side of the couch, no matter the season. Logan had fallen asleep in it so many times with Finn by his side. And now they could have so much more.

When the door finally clicked shut behind them, Logan threw his backpack onto the nearest surface and sank straight into Finn's chest, bathed in the scent of home.

"Hi, baby," Finn whispered in his ear. His hands smoothed soothingly over Logan's back and he laughed at his contented hum. "You happy?"

Logan pulled back with a quick nod. "Shower?" he asked between bursts of soft kisses.

"Got to call Alex first," Finn murmured, pressing his gentle lips to Logan's forehead—a featherlight touch. "Go ahead, hm? Then I'm all yours.”

When Logan re-emerged from the steaming shower, his mind felt clearer. Leo's words from Sunday night had chased him ever since, then washed over him with the hot water. 

You're allowed to be worried about people you care about.

There was still something Logan couldn't let go of, a strange knot in his stomach that wouldn't loosen—and only one person who could easily untie those tight, pressing cords. 

I bet Finn feels the same way about you.

Finn was in his bedroom. Logan had left the bathroom door open and could hear his voice, softer now, humming slightly, adorably off-key over the notes of a slow song playing in the background…

When we're done

Making love

And you look up

And give me those eyes

Logan tried in vain to bite back his embarrassing, lovesick grin. He caught a glimpse of his burning blush in the misty mirror and shook his head. It was Finn. It had always been Finn. And Logan was free to tell him anything.

With a towel draped around his waist, he leaned against the doorframe between the two rooms to admire Finn's distracted face, gorgeous—barely illuminated by the phone’s screen lights and the glow of a cloudy sky filtering through the half-drawn curtains.

"Feeling sappy?" Logan called from the doorway. 

Finn pushed himself up on his elbows from where he was slumped between too many pillows on his bed. The music stopped, and he tossed his phone over the nightstand with a questioning look. "What?" 

"You were singing."

"Oh." Finn smiled Logan's favorite smile. "That's because that song reminds me of you," he said almost shyly. "Always kinda did." 

Logan had to surrender to the battle with his flushing cheeks. With Finn's eyes on him, he padded silently to the walk-in closet. Once his back was turned, he slowly slid the towel from his bare hips and rubbed it over his damp hair before disappearing into the small room. 

"And you are a menace," Finn said too loudly. Logan could picture the smirk curling his lips. He grabbed a pair of Finn's underwear and a t-shirt from the nearest drawer, slipped them on quickly, and casually walked out of the closet, barefoot on the warm hardwood floor. 

Finn had settled into a sitting position, his back against a pile of plush pillows. "C'mere," he said, holding out a hand to Logan. He had this mesmerized look on his face that Logan could barely stand, as if he couldn’t quite believe that this was all real and not just a longed for, fading dream. Logan was there in the flash of an instant, straddling Finn's lap and leaving a small peck on his chapped lips. "How's Alex?" he asked. 

"He's fine," Finn wrapped his arms around Logan's waist. "He's flying in with Kasey, at least for a couple of days..." he sighed. "Kasey's wrist needs surgery."

Logan cursed. "Is it that bad?"

"Nothing permanent," Finn explained what Alex had told him over the phone. "But he'll be out for a while and... He didn't take it well."

You thought it was Finn, I get it.

Outside, the wind had begun to whistle almost hauntingly, hiding the first drops of rain that Logan saw hitting the window. In the distance, caught in the storm, the palm trees swayed dissonantly with the high waves of a raging sea. 

"Lo," Finn said softly, drawing his attention back. "Are you okay? You've been all quiet since we left Singapore." 

Logan didn't want to hesitate. He needed the right words to untangle the mess that was his mind and let Finn in, as he always did. He closed his eyes and focused on the pattering of the rain against the glass, then on Finn's even breathing.  

"The race..." he paused only to take Finn's hands in his. "After the podium, I was... upset, I guess." Logan laced their fingers together and finally met his brown eyes. "So I talked to Leo," he said, letting out a deep breath that faded into a disbelieving laugh. "Well, to be fair, he did most of the talking."

Finn's smile slowly dimmed. Logan saw a shadow of worry cross his face.

“It's not because you won," he hurried to explain. "I just... I got really scared." Logan ran a hand through Finn's soft hair. He was there, real and safe. "When the flag came out and I couldn't see you behind me..."

"Lo..." Finn squeezed his hands tightly.

“And I know I've been told that I lost because apparently my archnemesis is almost as good as me," Logan kissed the wry smirk forming on Finn's lips. “But I'm not sure how to... make those two things work together."

Finn was quiet for a long minute. He kept his eyes on him, biting his own lips absentmindedly. The intense ticking of the rain matched Logan's racing pulse, but he didn't need Finn to react or to put an answer into so many words. Whatever truth Logan was looking for, he could always find it in those wonder-full golden eyes.

"I know," Finn nodded. "Trust me." He looked down at their joined hands. "I keep telling myself it's just our job, but... it sounds so unfair." Logan brushed his thumbs over Finn’s knuckles. "Waking up next to you in the morning, kissing you good luck before a race... but then I have to actually fight you for... a fucking lifetime achievement." Finn laughed, a humorless huff of breath. "For something one of us will end up taking from the other."

Logan cupped Finn's chin to tilt his head up. He didn't want to look anywhere else but into his kind, sparkling eyes—a guiding light in the darkest of hours.

"If you were in danger," Finn's voice was determined, his eyes solemn, "I wouldn't think twice. Remember last year in Belgium?" 

Logan's worst memory, the only time he had completely lost control of the car on a wet—most likely flooded—track. Qualifying had been canceled after his crash. 

"It took me every single bit of willpower to stay in the car when I saw you in the barriers." He watched Finn tense at the memory. "And I only did it because Remus told me you were fine, because you could talk on the radio." 

Logan had to lean down and kiss him, a healing attempt for the past hurt. 

"Lo," Finn took Logan's face between his firm hands. They were burning and so was the fire inside him. "Every fucking life dream would be meaningless if I couldn't share it with you," Finn's voice wavered between slow breaths. "I'm fighting for something I've wanted all my life and you know I won't give up until the end." And of course, Logan did know. "But fuck anyone who thinks I'd be stone cold if something happened to you."

Logan couldn't hold back the tearful, rising smile on his lips. Finn's hands slid down to his chest, over his thundering heart. "This is our job and it is hard. Fuck, sometimes I even feel sorry for Leo... Like, how incredible would it be for him to start his career with a world title?"

Logan kissed him again, and again. The freckles on his nose, his cheeks, then his lips—hard and lingering. Was he even real?

"But I will never, ever put any of this before your safety," Finn said, and then he deflated, frowning, eyes going sad all of a sudden. Logan reached out to smooth the deep lines between his eyebrows. "And I..." Finn tried. He looked almost terrified. "I'd understand if you wanted to... you know. Take a step back—"

"Non," Logan fired back. 

"You deserve—" Finn pressed on, but Logan cut him off without a second thought. 

"Non, non, no." Finn needed to know. Logan slid closer and cupped the back of his neck with a shaky hand. "Please," he whispered. "That's not what I meant. It's not what I want. Finn..." he took a slow breath. Everything. "D'accord, listen. Do I like this... situation? No, no, I don't,” he blurted out. “I don't want people to even think we could hurt each other. Hate each other."

There it was, a life in the hands of public opinion, strangers weighing down his shoulders with unsustainable pressure.

"And I hate that I get to have you only behind closed doors." Finn's pupils were blown, his dark eyes widened. "You deserve better than that. We both do." 

Finn looked stunned, just holding on to Logan's touch. "But I want you with me in this. I... maybe we can win and lose this together... Mon amour," he said against Finn's lips, "I want you to have everything you've ever dreamed of." 

Just like that, the light was back in Finn's filling eyes. "I guess I already do," Finn said, the corners of his mouth lifting. Logan's next breath caught in his chest. “It is right here in front of me." 

Logan knew it would be tough. It already was. Facing two realities that, like magnets, attracted and repelled each other relentlessly. But together, they could be opponents and enjoy the journey, every emotion that came with it. They could push each other to their highest limits and be there to heal the bruises left behind. They could keep this secret until the end of the season, until the dust would have settled and there would be no room for slanderous rumors and spiteful speculation. They had a goal, a dream, and time—a future Logan couldn't imagine not sharing with Finn.

The words spilled out before he could stop them. "I love you," he said in a hurried breath—the purest of truths. Logan loved him, he had for a long time. So he said it again, "I love you, mon cœur."

Never in a thousand years would Logan forget the way Finn's hopeful, glowing eyes lit up the entire room, the tear that slipped down his freckled cheek. Nor the soft, incredulous I love you that Finn whispered in the sweetest, most tender voice Logan had ever heard.

They met in a sealing, magnetic kiss, the very one Logan had wished for countless times. One, two, three hundred shooting stars on those endless August nights—I want to be his, I wish he could be mine. And now here they were, on this random, gloomy afternoon, warming each other with just the touch of their bodies. 

Finn's kisses quickly became needy, biting, leaving goosebumps on Logan's skin as his lips trailed from Logan's mouth to his jaw, down to his bare throat—marked. Logan clung to him, feeling not close enough, hands running all over Finn's back, his broad shoulders, the wild red hair, holding on like a lifeline. He wanted more, he yearned to feel Finn all over him, the scent of his cologne on his bare skin—to take him apart until they couldn't breathe, until they were sated with love. 

Logan urged that closeness with a slow roll of his hips, teasing, sparking a wave of pleasure that made Finn moan his name. 

"Have I told you you're a menace?" Finn panted for breath. 

"Hm," Logan bit his rough jaw and pushed him onto the mattress. "How about..."

"What?" Finn grinned wildly and pulled him down until he fell on top of his chest. 

Logan brushed their lips together, lingering on the way Finn's breath hitched, the way his hand tangled in Logan's still damp hair, tugging not so gently at the roots. "I think you should make up for that last lap overtake," Logan said in a poor attempt at nonchalance.

Finn choked back a laugh. "You want a runner-up prize, baby? Silver trophy wasn't enough?" 

"Ouais." Logan slipped a hand under the fabric of Finn's shirt, and let his restless fingers skim the curves of his marbled abs. "I also might have a request or two."

"I see," Finn's laughter was breathless and delightful—beautiful, just like him. "I'm very open to suggestions," he said, and rolled them over until he could fully wrap Logan in his arms. 

Logan let it all go. The tight knot, the pressure, the worry. Everything that wasn't Finn's panting breath on his skin, his bruising, maddening touch, and the melody of I love yous that he kept whispering in his ears.

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⏱️ Automatically Stop Jira Sprints: Keep Your Agile Cadence Sharp

In the fast‑paced world of agile delivery, consistency is key. Yet manually closing sprints—especially when managing multiple teams—can be error‑prone and easy to overlook. Missed sprint closures lead to stale boards, inaccurate metrics, frustrated teams… and excuses like “Oops, I forgot.” But it doesn’t have to be this way.

The Problem: Manual Sprint Management = Risk & Overhead

Jira gives you the tools to define start and end dates during sprint creation. But it does not automatically execute them. That means someone has to:

Remember when sprints begin and end across all boards.

Close each sprint in time.

Manually move unfinished issues to the backlog or a new sprint.

Skipping any step can lead to cascading issues:

Velocity distortion if sprint transitions don’t happen cleanly.

Backlog bloat from incomplete issues left hanging.

Work interruptions since teams rely on refreshed sprint scopes.

The Solution: Automation to the Rescue

You have two solid ways to automate sprint closures:

🛠️ 1. Native Jira Automation

Jira’s built‑in automation engine allows you to create a rule such as:

Trigger: Scheduled (e.g., cron at 6 PM daily)

Condition: sprint in openSprints() AND endDate <= now()

Action: “Complete Sprint” + optional notifications

This setup checks for overdue sprints daily and closes any that have passed their end date. You can also chain actions like sending emails or moving unfinished issues automatically reddit.com+15medium.com+15ravisagar.in+15reddit.comatlassian.com.

📦 2. Third‑Party Apps (e.g., SprintRunner for Jira)

For larger organizations needing advanced control, apps like SprintRunner for Jira from Sparxsys Solutions offer:

Schedule-based auto start and stop

Bulk multi‑board operations

Audit logging (who/when)

Smart handling of unfinished issues (backlog, next sprint, new sprint)

Easy configuration directly from board/backlog UI youtube.com+7marketplace.atlassian.com+7medium.com+7medium.com

A direct walkthrough on Medium also explains quick setup with cron expressions. For example:

Admin console → Sprint Runner → “Schedules”

Name: “End Friday Sprints”

Cron: 0 17 * * FRI (5 PM every Friday)

Target: Boards

Action: “Stop Sprint” + notification ≫ done medium.com

🔧 Best Practices for Automatic Sprint Stop

Define expectations – e.g., “Sprints end Fridays at 5 PM IST.” Align team norms before automating.

Add buffer time, if needed — e.g., schedule automation at 6 PM to allow last‑minute wrap‑ups.

Manage issue rollover – Decide ahead: unfinished issues to backlog, next sprint, or brand‑new sprint.

Notify stakeholders – Send Slack/email alerts with sprint reports or links to the newly opened scrum board.

Capture metrics – Use audit logs or post‑close triggers to snapshot velocity, incomplete‑issue count.

Test in staging – Use a demo board to verify behavior before enabling in production.

🧭 Who Should Use Automatic Sprint Stop?

Small and mid‑sized teams scaling agile: lets teams focus on delivery, not chores.

Enterprise organizations with multiple boards — ensures consistency and daily hygiene.

Scaled‑Agile environments (e.g., SAFe or LeSS): disciplined sprint cadence supports planning cycles.

Delivery leads and PMOs who rely on accurate sprint data for forecasting and reporting.

⚠️ Potential Pitfalls & How to Mitigate

Premature sprint closure: Validate cron schedule and board selections before activating.

Stuck issues: Ensure unfinished issues are dynamically handled via rollback or sprint‑to‑sprint logic.

Confusing notifications: Include context like “Sprint 42 closed by automation. 3 issues rolled to backlog.”

Platform compatibility: Confirm your chosen app supports Jira Cloud vs. Data Center.

✅ How to Get Started Today

Define your sprint cadence (length, end time, buffer).

Set up a staging board in Jira to test.

Choose between:

Jira Automation (free, flexible, built‑in), or

SprintRunner for Jira (more powerful scheduling + audit) youtube.com+15marketplace.atlassian.com+15medium.com+15medium.com.

Build and test rules:

Cron trigger for closing

Condition: sprint end date passed

Actions: close sprint, move issues, notify teams

Pilot with one team, monitor logs and notifications.

Roll‑out across boards — keep refining based on feedback.

Audit regularly to ensure compliance and benefit continuity.

✨ Final Words

Automated sprint closure may seem minor, but it reinforces discipline, accuracy, and reliability across your agile lifecycle. Whether you use native Jira Automations or a robust app like SprintRunner, the outcome is the same: clean boards, reliable metrics, and teams free to focus on value delivery—not admin work.

The key? Clarity, testing, and rollout discipline. Define expecting, test in isolation, and scale once proven. In today’s agile world, smart automation like this is how you stop sprints—and start better delivery cycles.

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Is Python Training Certification Worth It? A Complete Breakdown

Introduction: Why Python, Why Now?

In today's digital-first world, learning Python is more than a tech trend it's a smart investment in your career. Whether you're aiming for a job in data science, web development, automation, or even artificial intelligence, Python opens doors across industries. But beyond just learning Python, one big question remains: Is getting a Python certification truly worth it? Let’s break it all down for you.

This blog gives a complete and easy-to-understand look at what Python training certification involves, its real-world value, the skills you’ll gain, and how it can shape your future in the tech industry.

What Is a Python Certification Course?

A Python certification course is a structured training program that equips you with Python programming skills. Upon completion, you receive a certificate that validates your knowledge. These programs typically cover:

Core Python syntax

Data structures (lists, tuples, sets, dictionaries)

Functions and modules

Object-oriented programming

File handling

Exception handling

Real-world projects and coding tasks

Many certification programs also dive into specialized areas like data analysis, machine learning, and automation.

Why Choose Python Training Online?

Python training online offers flexibility, accessibility, and practical experience. You can learn at your own pace, access pre-recorded sessions, and often interact with instructors or peers through discussion boards or live sessions.

Key Benefits of Online Python Training:

Learn from anywhere at any time

Save time and commute costs

Access recorded lessons and code examples

Practice real-world problems in sandbox environments

Earn certificates that add credibility to your resume

What You’ll Learn in a Python Certification Course

A typical Python certification course builds a solid foundation while preparing you for real-world applications. Here’s a step-by-step breakdown of the topics generally covered:

1. Python Basics

Installing Python

Variables and data types

Input/output operations

Basic operators and expressions

2. Control Flow

Conditional statements (if, elif, else)

Loops (for, while)

Loop control (break, continue, pass)

3. Data Structures

Lists, Tuples, Sets, Dictionaries

Nested structures

Built-in methods

4. Functions

Defining and calling functions

Arguments and return values

Lambda and anonymous functions

5. Object-Oriented Programming (OOP)

Classes and objects

Inheritance and polymorphism

Encapsulation and abstraction

6. Modules and Packages

Creating and importing modules

Built-in modules

Using packages effectively

7. File Handling

Reading and writing text and binary files

File methods and context managers

8. Error and Exception Handling

Try-except blocks

Raising exceptions

Custom exceptions

9. Hands-On Projects

Calculator, contact manager, data scraper

Mini web applications or automation scripts

Each section ends with assessments or projects to apply what you’ve learned.

Real-World Value: Is It Worth It?

Yes. A Python training certification proves your ability to code, solve problems, and think logically using one of the most in-demand languages in the world.

Here’s how it adds value:

Resume Booster: Employers look for certifications to confirm your skills.

Interview Confidence: It helps you discuss concepts and projects fluently.

Skill Validation: Certification shows structured learning and consistent practice.

Career Mobility: Useful across fields like automation, finance, healthcare, education, and cloud computing.

Industry Demand for Python Skills:

Python is the #1 programming language according to multiple tech industry surveys.

Data shows that Python developers earn an average of $110,000/year in the U.S.

Job postings mentioning Python have grown by over 30% annually in tech job boards.

Who Should Take Python Training?

Python is beginner-friendly and ideal for:

Career switchers moving into tech

Recent graduates seeking to upskill

IT professionals expanding their language toolkit

Data analysts looking to automate reports

Web developers wanting to integrate back-end logic

QA testers or manual testers automating test cases

No prior coding background? No problem. The syntax and logic of Python are easy to learn, making it perfect for newcomers.

Top Online Python Courses: What Makes Them Stand Out?

A good online certification in Python includes:

Clear learning paths (Beginner to Advanced)

Project-based learning

Regular assignments and quizzes

Instructor-led sessions

Code-along demos

Interview prep support

You’ll also benefit from industry-expert guidance and hands-on practice that aligns with job roles like:

Python Developer

Automation Engineer

Data Analyst

Machine Learning Engineer

DevOps Support Engineer

How a Certified Python Skillset Helps in the Job Market

Certified Python professionals can confidently step into roles across multiple domains. Here are just a few examples:

Industry

Use of Python

Finance

Automating calculations, data modeling, trading bots

Healthcare

Analyzing patient records, diagnostics, imaging

E-commerce

Building web apps, handling user data, recommendations

Education

Online tutoring platforms, interactive content

Media & Gaming

Scripting, automation, content generation

Python certification helps you stand out and back your resume with verified skills.

Common Python Program Ideas to Practice

Practicing real-world Python program ideas will sharpen your skills. Some examples:

Web scraper: Pull news headlines automatically.

To-do list app: Store and edit tasks using files or databases.

Weather app: Use APIs to show forecasts.

Quiz app: Build a console-based quiz game.

Data visualizer: Create graphs with user input.

These ideas not only test your knowledge but also help you build a portfolio.

How Certification Enhances Your Career Growth

Getting a Python certification course helps in:

Job Placements: Certification shows employers you’re job-ready.

Career Transition: It bridges the gap between your current role and tech jobs.

Higher Salaries: Certified professionals often get better salary offers.

Freelance Opportunities: Certification builds trust for independent work.

Continued Learning: Prepares you for specialized tracks like AI, ML, or full-stack development.

Sample Python Code: A Glimpse into Real-World Logic

Here’s a simple example of file handling in Python:

python

def write_to_file(filename, data):

    with open(filename, 'w') as file:

        file.write(data)

def read_from_file(filename):

    with open(filename, 'r') as file:

        return file.read()

write_to_file('sample.txt', 'Learning Python is rewarding!')

print(read_from_file('sample.txt'))

This simple project covers file handling, function usage, and string operations key concepts in any Python training online course.

Things to Consider Before Choosing a Course

To make your online certification in Python truly worth it, ensure the course offers:

Well-structured syllabus

Projects that simulate real-world use

Active instructor feedback

Placement or job-readiness training

Lifetime access or resources

Test simulations or quizzes

Summary: Is It Worth the Time and Money?

In short, yes a Python certification is worth it.

Whether you're just starting out or looking to grow your tech skills, Python is a powerful tool that opens many doors. A certification not only helps you learn but also proves your commitment and ability to apply these skills in real scenarios.

Final Thoughts

Python is no longer optional, it’s essential. A Python certification course gives you structure, credibility, and a roadmap to professional success. It’s one of the smartest ways to future-proof your career in tech.

Start your learning journey with H2K Infosys today. Enroll now for hands-on Python training and expert-led certification support that prepares you for the real tech world.

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2025 Garden - Week 3

We have three days of bright sunshine before the next onslaught of rain.

The cold frame has done really well in protecting the seedlings from so much rain, but on the other hand, the onion seedlings dry out much faster in the frame. I actually had to water them today!

That being said, I don't expect the onion seedlings to survive. I have thrown away quite a few already because they wilted and died off. The ones that have survived to move outdoors were damaged in transit (oops), and they have all fallen over and refuse to grow. Maybe the watering and the sunlight will get them to bounce back, but I don't think so. I think a large part of the reason why the onions have failed is the peat plugs I planted them in. The plugs have done well for all the other seeds I started, except for the onions.

So I plan on buying onion sets at the farm and garden store next paycheck. It's too late to start all over again from seed, even if I do plant them directly in the garden. I already have a plan for next year, with a different seed tray set up on the way. A lot of this is trial and error, until I find out what works for my environment.

The onion tangent over, I rotated the cold frame. Before, it was only getting late-afternoon and evening sun, which is probably the most intense. This way, the cold frame will get a lot of morning and day sun. Really, it's the most amount of sunlight it could get, given its position in the bed (I'm limited on space).

No other carrots have sprouted, which is disappointing, but there's still plenty of time. I hesitate to plant any onion sets yet because I do not remember where I planted the carrots. The cold frame does shade the one carrot sprout, and the mustard, but only for a short time in the day.

Nothing much going on with the mustard and spinach. The mustard has at least put on more leaves. I have decided the sprouts to the left are spinach after all, just growing slow. Only two sprouted, so I planted some more seeds this morning to get three plants. I also planted dill seeds next to the mustard. Hopefully, I'll see something by the end of the week.

The good news is that the oregano that came back from last year is almost ready for harvesting already! Just a little pruning might spur it on to get bigger. If my potted oregano fails, at least I have these two.

The giant mushroom is not near my bed at all. I found it when I went to get the hose. I'm not sure whose garden bed that is that the mushroom is growing outside off. At this time of year, and with all the rain, all sorts of interesting fungus start growing in the woods. I like to go look for them, when the trail isn't waterlogged (but by then, the fungus have all died back).

No pictures of the indoor seedlings, but I think I will move them to the cold frame on Tuesday. Tonight will get too cold, and tomorrow too hot and sunny. The rainy weather will give them enough time to adjust before the sun come back next weekend. Two of my best lavender seedlings have sprouted roots through the plug mesh, so they're ready for some real dirt!