#and the guy tries to find the girl and surprise. it's his cross dressing friend

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The movie I'm watching right now queer baited me harder than supernatural 😭

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Happiness-Simon "Ghost" Riley

photo credits: @ave661

Part 1

---- F!Reader, angst, divorce, ex-husband!Simon, dad!Simon, happy ending ----

A/N: I owe it to heal you so...here it is, second/final part

It's been two years. Two years of missing his laugh, the warm blanket he would cover you in, the little whispers when he was sick and you were there to baby him. If you see him pass his new girlfriend, you see yourself kissing him. Does she whisper sweet nothings when he is anxious? Does she make herself a fool just to see him smile? There is happiness after him, yes but there was happiness because of him. Happiness, what a cruel world.

"Where is Daddy taking you?" "Daddy wants to surprise…" your son says her name and each time you hear it, your heart and mind block her. "…so he is taking us to the park," your son is so innocent.

By noon, the girl that you swear you're kind to arrives holding his hand. "Ready, buddy?" Simon asks and carries his son. Why must they look like a perfect family? Did you and him ever look like that?

"Bye mummy!" your son waving as he walks out with his father. "Bye, sweets," you fake that smile.

As the door closes again, there it is, that funny feeling and all you can do is drink wine and look at old photos. That white dress, the same one he swore vows to, the same one you wore as you two danced in an empty kitchen. Sleepwalk by Santo and Johnny played as he whispered how in this life, you were his person. If only then your heart knew the lie those words held.

You tried to move on, but every guy that you talked to or were set up with was compared to him. No smiley face after the text? Simon would do it. The new date didn't hold your hand when crossing the street? Simon made sure to hold it and went past that, Simon parked close to the restaurant, just so your heels wouldn't hurt you.

Dirty dancing in crowded kitchens, whispers during dinner with friends and kisses that felt like renaissance paintings, that is what Simon gave you and now, he gives it to her.

"Marry me, marry me for all I've got and I swear this world is yours, my world and heart are all yours," his desperation presents. "I'll marry you if you marry me," you smile and he laughs. His strong arms wrap around you as he spins you around the room. "Oh my love," he says when he kisses you.

Ten at night, Simon and your son at the door, "We're home!" your son runs to hug you and you smile, hugging him back.

A flashback runs to you.

It's a secret ceremony, two people, one backyard, two rings and two vows. "I always asked myself why me? I met you in a crowded street, a busy lane and there you were. Two years of understanding you, all your problems, all the nightmares, understanding that heart of yours and….here I am. I swear on all I've got that no one will ever replace you, no one can." You wipe tears away as you read. "I have no idea what the future holds, I'm a mess and…you love me. It must be a curse to love me and you bit the apple. You're a mess, I love you and it's a blessing to love you, I'll kiss you to wake you up."

In those pale brown eyes of his, Simon finds tears that run down. "I want to be the girl you always dreamed of and every day, that's what I'll try to be." ---

"Mummy?"

"Huh, oh yeah. How was it?" You ask Simon. "Not long enough," he kisses your cheek as he walks inside. "Where is she?" "Home, I dropped her off." He answers and walks upstairs. Simon Riley, the same man who has you looking for all the poisoned apples, waiting to give that kiss his lips need.

Eleven at night, little one asleep, Simon hugging you goodbye and as he pulls away, you keep him there. "Don't leave, I'm tired of playing strong," you whisper and his heart shatters.

Was this not what you wanted? He forced himself to love someone new and yet, you were there, begging with those eyes of yours for him to listen to the silence of pleas. Those big arms of his, wrapping you in a blanket of home.

"…I broke up with her, that's why she didn't come with us," he confesses and in that moment, that tunnel with the light at the end appears again. "What?" you pull away and he nods. "I can't love her like I do you. I feel like I'm cheatin' on her each time my mind wanders to you. I compare her to you. She doesn't make me laugh, she can't do it."

"Simon-"

"It's not like I dated her for long and she understood, that and she also wants her ex-husband back," he laughs at the irony.

"I'm not asking that you take me back, that all goes back to how it was before but what I am asking is that you give me Friday at 6 pm, dinner at our favourite place, on me." There it is, that smile of his. His dimples show when he sees your eyes go wide.

"I don't know-" "Dinner on Friday, 6 pm and I swear you'll love me until we are old and grey," a young Simon Riley once told you. You were just 23 and he 26. Looking at it now, it's funny how life works. Date nights, always at the same shitty restaurant you both grew to love, always a Friday at 6 pm, always tulips, always a kiss on your hand because he loved how you blushed.

He hated change, he hated how he never saw himself celebrate your 12th anniversary and he hated how he missed you dancing in the kitchen, that white dress on you and how he kissed your body on every anniversary since the first time he called you his wife.

Traditions, those never seem to end.

2 years later, one secret renewal of vows, one backyard, two rings, two vows and three hearts, four if you included that baby girl in your belly.

Simon Joseph Riley and the obvious beauty of his missus R/N Riley. Spring, flowers, the giggles from your son and the warm laughter of your husband and you serving lunch with that big belly of yours. "Boys!" you call out.

He bit the apple, you kissed the poisoned lips and now live in a dream with the perfect little family.

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╰┈➤ rafe gets jealous

warnings: a tiny bit of smut, swearing, dom!rafe, mean!rafe, shitty writing.

summary: rafe gets jealous when you talk to jj at a party. innocent!reader x rafe

the loud thumping music invaded her ears as she made her way around the large house. she had arrived with her boyfriend but thirty minutes in and he was nowhere to be seen. these parties weren’t her kind of thing, but of course she’d go just to make rafe happy. she’d do anything to make rafe happy.

her eyes skimmed the crowd, not being able to see much over the sea of people. it probably didn’t help that all these people seemed to be absolute giants. moving from the living room, she found a corner in the hallway to try and situate herself.

y/n wasn’t good with crowds, and she certainly wasn’t used to them. you’d be surprised at the amount of people who were utterly confused about the relationship between rafe and y/n. he was all about parties, drugs and alcohol while she preferred last night walks, staying in and watching films. it took some convincing from rafe to get y/n to go, but after seeing how happy it would make him, it was an easy decision.

watching so many people pass by her over and over made her dizzy. she didn’t know who’s house this was, she didn’t know who was here. before she knew it, panic set in and her eyes glazed over. y/n’s chest heaved as she tried her best to shrink into the corner.

a familiar voice broke her free of the hundreds of thoughts crossing her mind at such an insane speed. “hey y/n! didn’t think this was your scene?”

turning her head, her eyes met with an old friends, provoking a relieved grin to cross her face. “jj! thank god, have you seen rafe?” jj’s face contorted at the thought of y/n’s boyfriend. there was a very hostile history between the two, one y/n chose to ignore, not wanting to pick sides. “nah, you can come sit with us if you want?” jj offered sweetly, very aware of y/n’s anxiousness.

being childhood bestfriends with someone, you become used to their personality and mannerisms. just like jj had always done, he’d helped her out of another nerve-wracking situation.

nodding her head eagerly, she followed him through the house, all the way to the back garden. out there she recognised a few faces, john b, pope, kiara and sarah. as they noticed the girl following behind jj, they gave her warm smiles, especially sarah.

“rafe wander off again?” she half-joked, of course she knew what her brother was like, but didn’t appreciate his ability to forget to keep an eye on y/n. she nodded in response, a somewhat embarrassed laugh escaping her.

“why don’t you sit with us until he shows up?” jj suggested. “thank you guys, i don’t even know why i’m here to be honest.” y/n sat down on the deckchair next to her friend, pulling her short dress down as she did.

after some time, they had all fallen into conversation with one another.

“hey y/n do you remember when we-” jj started but was quickly cut off by the shadow of someone stood behind them. y/n and the pogues glanced up in sync, y/n’s eyes widening in delight as she scanned the familiar face.

“rafe! i couldn’t find you!” she beamed, happy to be in his company once again. “so you come sit out here with these pogues?” rafe grumbled, venom in his tone.

“hey! if you hadn’t left her all alone in there, jj never would’ve brought her out here!” sarah retorted, growing annoyed with her brothers attitude. rolling his eyes, rafe huffed and reached for y/n’s arm, wrapping a strong hand around her wrist.

“um, bye guys, it was nice to see you all!” y/n shouted over her shoulder as rafe dragged her away from the group.

rafe continued to pull her through the house until the pair reached his car. “get in.” he spat. bowing her head, she obliged, not wanting to anger him further. sitting down in the passenger side, she buckled her seatbelt quietly.

y/n eyed rafe as they drove in silence, his knuckles were white against the steering wheel as he seethed. deciding to speak up “please don’t be mad rafe, i was lost and jj was just trying to help” she mumbled, wary of his response. “jj this, jj that! do you have a thing for him or something?” rafe yelled, jaw clenching.

“what? no of course not! he’s just my friend rafe! i only want you!” she pleaded, trying to break his delusions. glancing at her slightly, rafe slammed the breaks on, pulling over on a dark road. “prove it.”

y/n’s face fell into a confused frowned, not quite understanding. rafe reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt before removing his own and leaving the car. y/n sat there in silence, baffled.

she jumped in her seat as rafe ripped her door open. reaching for her again, he pulled her out of the car before pinning her against it.

she felt his hot breath on his face as she met his volatile gaze, chest heaving. “i said prove it y/n” rafe snarled as he continued to tower above her. looking up at him, brows furrowed “i don’t understand rafe?”

“get on your fucking knees, and prove it” he spat, wrapping a hand around her throat before lowering her to the ground.

it was like a lightbulb went off in her head, finally understand what he wanted. she reached for his belt buckle, carefully undoing it. rafe’s hands gathered y/n’s hair into a ponytail while she pulled his jeans and boxers down, freeing his hard on.

before he could even blink, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his length, looking at him for approval as she did.

“that’s a good girl”

[norrisleclercf1]

Carbon Copy

Pairing: Dad!Max

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Your daughter was finally turning 7, which meant Max was finally able to get her that kart.

Max was always meant to be a girl dad; you just knew it in your soul. When you told him you were having a baby girl, he cried. It calls it the best day of his life, 1st to winning the world championship and marrying you.

So when you gave birth, he was always there and learned everything he needed to; he loved shopping for baby clothes more than you; he even had Red Bull make a newborn rave suit a copy of his rave suit, except it had in small letters; Verstappen Girl.

You snorted with laughter hours after birth when he dressed her in it and posted the picture. Of course, fans and everyone loved it, but the guys picked on him whenever they could. Max couldn't want her to grow up, he loved his baby girl, but he tried to teach her the best thing in his life; racing.

You weren't sure about teaching her how to kart, but max promised to wait till she was at the average age; of 7 years old. To him, that was the average age, to you? Mama Bear wanted to come out whenever he brought it up.

Trust was a big thing, and you trusted Max with your life and hers, so you agreed, and he kissed you deeply before running off to look for a kart to purchase. So when Aletta’s 7th birthday rolled around, everyone was there.

Family, Friends, and even the F1 racers made time to come and wish the young Verstappen a Happy Birthday. So when it came to presents, you were sure Max would pull out a Kart and start teaching her, but gifts came and opened, and still no Kart.

You can see that Aletta is looking around for more but stops seeing Gabriel, Charles's son, and runs to him. Gabriel was two years older than Aletta and liked showing off his kart to her since he's been driving one from a younger age.

“I still don't have one yet, Gabe,” Aletta whines, making the boy smile and pat her head.

“That's okay, Etta; maybe your papa is waiting for you to be older.” The boy attempts to comfort her, but you can tell from how she hangs her head and stalks off.

With a shake of your head, you see Charles, Max, Pierre, Lando, and Checo in a small circle talking in hush voices.

“Want to explain why my baby hasn't gotten the Kart she wanted too bad, and her father promised her?” Your voice was tight, anger simmering in your veins that Max promised her something and didn't own up to it.

“Lief.” Max turns smiling but stops seeing your displeasure and stance.

“Good luck.” Checo pats his back and rushes off, the others following away from the angry wife and mother.

“Well?” You ask, and Max straightens and sighs, rubbing his neck.

“The kart was supposed to be here today, but it won't show up till later, and I want it to be a surprise.” As he explains, your anger fizzes out, and you lean up, kissing his cheek.

“Max, you need to explain it to her then; she's hurt because she thinks the kart isn't coming,” you explain and see the pained expression cross his face.

Max wanted to be the best parent to his daughter. He supported her, loved her, and ensured her thoughts and emotions were respected. So hearing that he let her down was worse than anything in the world.

“I'll be back.” He kisses your mouth and goes to find his baby girl. He knew exactly where to find her, his trophy room.

“Kleine kampioen.” He knocks on the door and makes it. Open to see her staring at his first ever world championship, the image of him kneeling next to his car, head on the wheel.

“You lied, papa.” She whispers, and Max feels his heart hurt before sitting beside her.

“Baby, I didn't lie; you are getting a kart, but it won't arrive till the end of the week.” She turns his own eyes, looking right back at him.

“Really? I'm getting one?” She stands up, her smile covering her entire face.

“Yes, Kleine kampioen, here.” Pulling his phone out, he shows her the picture of it. The squeal she lets out makes his ears pop; before he knows it, she bolts down the hallway and back outside.

“Mommy!Mommy! Mommy! I'm getting a kart!” She screams, having everyone laugh as she collides with you while jumping and running around before telling Gabriel.

The rest of the party went off without a problem, but Aletta couldn't wait for her kart and kept telling everyone who would listen. It was another week before the kart finally arrived; you didn't know until you heard laughter and the hum of an engine.

You pull on your robe and make your way to the backyard, where Gabriel, Charles, Max, and Aletta stand around your daughter's kart.

“Papa, it looks like Uncle Max’s first Red Bull.” Gabriel stares in awe at the kart, which has Charles groan at the memories of that damn car coming from behind him more times than he could count.

“Great, bring back that demon of a car, why don't you.” But Max smiles at his daughter, trying to figure it out.

You step back, letting them have their moment and see it was only 7:30 in the morning and decide to start breakfast, knowing the others were probably on their way.

“Papa.....I don't know how to drive it.” Aletta whispers overwhelmed. It was a simple one, nothing like the two adults, but Aletta had never been in one, and to anyone at seven, something new would overwhelm anyone.

“That's why im here, to teach you how to drive it.” He kneels and kisses her cheek.

“Yeah, Etta, that's why papa and I are here too! But mainly Uncle Max.” Gabriel beams but stops seeing his uncle raise an eyebrow at the boy.

“Mainly me, teaching you.” Max points out, which makes his fighter nod her head.

When she woke this morning, her papa had her dressed in a minor race suit, a copy of Max’s from his younger days.

“Here.” Max picks up a helmet, a large number 1 splashed on the back and helps her put it on.

“It's uncomfortable papa.” Aletta reaches up to take it off, but Max’s larger hands stop her small ones.

“I know it's uncomfortable, baby, but you'll get used to it. It's supposed to be tight on your head; if it weren't, Mommy would kill me.” Making his daughter laugh, she climbs into the kart and sits down. Gabriel fires it up ad drives off, and Charles follows him on his kart.

Max sits down in his and fires it up before pulling up to Aletta. “Alright, this right here is your break and gas. This button here turns it on. Now, press on the break and push the button.” Max instructs her, and she does as he says.

He couldn't see her face, but he could tell from her eyes that she was probably the happiest little girl. It took a while, but she finally got a hold of the gas and break.

Aletta was following behind her father as you watched them from the kitchen balcony; you could tell she wanted to go but couldn't, but Max was keeping a tight reign on her driving speed.

An hour passed before you stepped around the counter and onto the balcony seeing Max and Charles showing Aletta how to take care of her kart and the rules. She wasn't allowed to drive without one of them, never take the kart into the street, and don't go over a certain speed until they thought she was ready.

“Liefje, it's time for breakfast,” you call down, having the four faces look up and nod, and you see Pierre, Lando, Daniel, and the others start to arrive, and you shake your head seeing Aletta rush to Lando and showing off her kart.

They soon make their way upstairs and to the balcony as you listen and watch everyone share their memories and knowledge with the two kids at the table, even videos of their old karting days.

“I can't wait to win the F1 Championship!” Aletta yells making everyone go silent before laughing, but Max doesn't laugh.

“You can do it baby.” He smiles and kisses the top of her head.

“And we'll always support you.” You add on having Max smile and kiss you before Aletta nods but Gabriel snorts.

“You’ll have to beat me first Etta.” Gabriel yells back setting off a new round of laughs.

You couldn't wait for the future of F1.

Tags: @miniminescapist @vita-di-moda

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Pretty Girl - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gareth’s neighbour decides to show up unannounced to a Corroded Coffin show at the Hideout and Eddie can’t help but be curious about the mysterious girl.

Word Count: 1248

Sighing in relief as she caught sight of Gareth and the rest of the band setting up on stage, she knew she was in the right place at the right time. It’s not that she didn’t know where The Hideout was, it was just that she’d never been there before, obviously she was too young to go out drinking and well it wasn’t in a part of the town that her parents approved of her going, this late at night anyway.

Looking around the place, she caught sight of the bar and made her way over as inconspicuous as possible, not that it mattered because she stuck out like a sore thumb in her pleated skirt and blouse. She wishes that she’d thought this through fully before she’d come out, maybe tried to dress a little differently so that she would fit in with the rest that looked like they frequented this bar often.

Reaching the bar and trying to ignore the looks she was getting, she waited for the bartender to finish up serving a guy along the bar from her, who already looked like he’d had too much to drink, before she tried to order herself one. Taking one look at her the bartender raised his eyebrows suspiciously, “You lost darlin’?” he drawled, though she was certain that she caught him eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat and it made her skin crawl.

“Um m’here to see the band” she mumbled, losing what little confidence she’d had to come over here.

“You’re gonna have to speak up darlin’, can’t hear ya” he smirked and she couldn’t help but think that he was enjoying himself, maybe a little too much at her discomfort.

“I’m here to see the band” she said louder this time, her nerves getting the better of her and it ending coming out as more of a shout. She felt her cheeks heat as she heard the chatter in the room come to a stop and she could sense without having to look that all eyes were now focused on her. Just now beginning to realise how much of a mistake she’d made by coming here, she moves to turn, her sights set on the door so that she could escape whatever nightmare was waiting for her.

Before she got the chance to, she felt a gentle hand on her arm and she turned wide eyed to find Gareth looking down at her with concern etched onto his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, waiting for her confirmation, she nodded because she was fine just a little embarrassed for causing a scene. “Is there a problem?” he asked, turning back to the bartender who shook his head before Gareth steered her away towards a table closer to the stage and she assumed it’s so that he could keep an eye on her.

“So you came to see us play huh? Didn’t think this was your kind of thing” he enquired, taking a seat opposite her. Now Gareth didn’t know her very well but being neighbours and their parents being good friends, meant they grew up around each other and he liked her in a brotherly kind of way which is what drew him towards her the moment he’d seen what was going on.

“It’s not” she spoke quietly as she answered him, her head dipping as she did to hide whatever embarrassing colour her face had turned, “but I hear you guys practising all the time and you’re good so just wanted to see it in action I guess” she added. It came as a surprise to Gareth not that she heard them practising, no it’d be very hard to miss that, it was the fact she enjoyed their music.

Meanwhile, Eddie was up on stage completely oblivious to what had happened, his mind too focused on setting up their instruments for the show. What he didn’t expect to look up to was Gareth chatting with a girl, not that that was surprising, it was just that she looked like every other girl in this town who liked to pick on them for being different, so he wasn’t sure what was going on.

“What’s with Gareth and the pretty girl?” Eddie asked, crossing the stage to Jeff who was watching their friend just as curiously as him.

“Not sure, seems like she got into a bit of an argument with the bartender and he took off running” Jeff tells him, which only confuses Eddie even more, “she’s here to see us though” he adds, turning to face Eddie who looks even more shocked than he was before.

“Well I better go introduce myself to the pretty girl then, it’s only polite” Eddie smirks, nudging Jeff with his shoulder as he jumps from the stage and makes a beeline for Gareth and his mysterious girl.

As he gets closer to the pair he can hear their conversation, “you know if you’d have asked we could have given you a lift save you walking, I’m sure Eddie wouldn’t mind” Gareth is telling her and she smiles softly at him.

“I just didn’t know what you’d say, it’s not like I fit in with you guys” she’s honest and the sadness in her eyes pulls at something in Eddie. Not fit in with them, he likes to pride himself on being a home for any lost sheepies, out casts, anyone who doesn’t feel like they fit in anywhere else so to hear that she didn’t feel like she could come to them makes him want to prove her wrong.

“You going to introduce us to your friend here?” Eddie greets as he comes to a stop behind Gareth, clapping the younger boy on the shoulder as he flashes the brightest smile he can muster in her direction.

Rolling his eyes at his antics, Gareth introduces them both not that she didn’t know who Eddie was, it was kind of hard not to notice Hawkins High’s three time senior who had a preference for cafeteria speeches, rubbing the basketball team up the wrong way and his all out enthusiasm.

“I’m his neighbour” she explains, holding out her hand for him to shake and before she can have any regrets about it being to formal, he takes it but instead of shaking it as she’d expected him to, he brings it up to his lips instead and presses a kiss to the back of it. It draws a giggle from her and he can’t help but smile at how she’s beginning to relax around them. 

“Well m’lady it was nice to meet you but Gareth and I have a show to play” he smiles, letting go of her hand much to her dismay, although she tries not to show it. “And if you decide to stick around, a ride home is guaranteed” he winks as he lets Gareth push him along to the stage, clearly fed up with his antics.

“Don’t give her the wrong idea” Gareth warns lowly on the short walk back, his brotherly instinct kicking in again. He knows it’s just how Eddie is, he can come across as flirting without even knowing it sometimes but it doesn’t mean he can use it as an excuse when he inevitably breaks her heart.

“Of course not” Eddie agrees but if getting to know the girl leads to her stealing his heart, well he’s going to do all he can to let her know.

[luvskyxx]

Ex’s

Rafe Cameron x reader

Warning: smut, fighting, cheating, underage drinking.

Summary: Rafe and y/n had an off-and-on relationship no matter how hard they tried to stay away from each other they couldn't

The minute he saw his girl step into the party with another guy is when he lost it. He wanted to punch that damn smile off the dude's face as his hands laid on your waist.

You had a smile on your face as you met your friends and your boyfriend on your side the whole time.

Rafes stared you down the whole night as you enjoyed your night. Your short black dress just barely covered your ass. Something he would never let you wear when you were with Rafe. And those heels as if you were hopping up on stage ready to give a dance.

Rafe's jaw clenched as your new boyfriend got a little too close to your ass with his wandering hands. He didn't know what was going to set him off weather it was your outfit or the guy who seems to be taking a liking to something that wasn't his.

After a few drinks your eyes land on Rafe from across the room. A smile appears on your face. The familiar boy stood across the room.

The reason for every memory every good time you had as well as the bad ones.

His head drops to the floor as his smile appears crossed his face. He knew he was going home with you right then and there. It didn't matter that you were with someone new it never stopped him last time or the time before that. You were his and he was yours.

Rafe jesters for you to come over to him with his head as you quickly shook your head with a frown. His smile faded at your actions as you look over to your boyfriend and then at him. Rafe sighs not loud enough for you to hear it but enough to we're his chest to lift. You let out a laugh at his childish actions before going back to your friends. Forgetting about Rafe forgetting about your boyfriend. Your body lost in the high.

It wasn't till 3 more drinks in that you started dancing. Everyone you knew had vanished but you were to drunk to care. your body swayed to the beat or so you thought everything was slowing down, time, music, people. 

It wasn't till hands wrapped around your waist swaying with you. Everything sped up in time. Everything speeding up as your hands wrapped around his neck from behind. 

“Hey princess” your eyes flew open hearing his voice as he takes your hand spinning you around into him. 

“Rafe” you breath out surprised your body stopped dancing as you stood in the middle of the dance room. your mind raising with a headache now. “I think I should go find my boyfriend” you studded as you push away from Rafe. 

“oh come on” he wines grabbing your arm pushing you back to him. “I saw him flirting with some girl while you where in the bathroom earlier.” he whispers in your ear as you search for him but he is no were to be found. “wanna go to the bathroom” he whispers again looking into the crowd of people. you knew what he meant. you knew from the minute you saw him staring at you from across the room. 

before you could even answer you where being dragged out of the crowd and to the bathroom. letting you in first so he could lock the door behind him before he starts kissing on your neck. 

“Rafe” you moan trying to catch your breath. his hands on the edge of your dress pulling it up slowly. 

“tell me you don't want this” he begs continuously kissing your neck. “tell me to stop and I will” he breaths out onto your neck. 

“Rafe” the only thing you could form out of your mouth was his name as you where lost in his kisses. 

“tell me”

“I want- I want you” you breath out. with out a second to spear he was throwing you on the sink pulling your dress up to your chest. your hands linger on his buttoned shirt pulling the buttons slowly off as you head was tilted back as he continued to kiss all up your neck. before pulling your head back down to face him as his lips attached to yours. his hands fiddling with his pants as he bites your bottom lip pulling it closer to you. 

“I need you” his hands attach to your neck as you hear his pants fall to the ground. HIs hands snaking down to your panties as he slips his hand down playing with your clit. a moan escapes from your lips in that very moment. “you like that?” his smile appears against your neck sending shivers down your spine. your body only letting out another moan for an answer as he slips a finger inside you. stretching you out slowly before he adds another letting another moan out even loader. 

“you know I love hearing you baby” he groans leaning his head back. his hips grinding against the counter. 

His fingers played inside of you as your climax started. “Baby” you tap his shoulder.

“Yea?” he churches on as you clench around his fingers. His pace picked up as your head flys back leaving him access to your neck. Leaving kisses all down your chest. “Come for me baby” he begs as he fastens his pace, coming all over his fingers.

“I need you” you hold onto his arms taking his shirt off finally as his fingers push inside of your mouth licking off your juices.

“Yea?” he smiles at your actions. His other hand wrapped around his boxers pulling them off. Before forwarding his attention back to you. Kissing up your neck again as his hands pull off your panties letting them lay next to his clothes on the floor. “You want me?” he smiles at you lining his cock up with your pussy.

“Yes,” you beg. Your hands are on his arms trying to pull him closer to you. A chuckle escapes his lips as you beg for him. He slowly slides into you can't you both to let out a moan.

“Oh baby” he pushes deeper groaning at how well you take him. “You let him fuck you?” you don't answer as you are too caught up in the moment. “Huh?” he holds your throat tight begging for an answer. “You let him fuck you?” he questions slid in in even father as he fucks into you hard.

“No” you cry out.

“You sure?” he holds tighter fucking into you faster then ever. His anger taking a hold on him. Pushing him over the edge.

“Yes Rafe, just you” you stunner over your words as your climax is building up.

“Yea?” He smiles kissing your neck as his hands loosen around your neck and his pace starts becoming more fluent with your body’s. “I love you so much” he mumbles in you neck. As your hands hold his closer to you.

“I love you to Rafe” you whisper back. Trying your best to not to fall apart.

“You gonna cum for me?” He lifts his head as his nose is angst your cheek. His pace slowing down a little.

“Mhmm” you mumble between your lips as his smile regains surface fastening his pace again for the last time. His head falling down back into your shoulder his kisses sending you over the edge. Your cunt squeezing him so tight he was about to cum at any second now.

“Cum for me baby” he begs setting you over the edge for the last time cumming all over his cock. Before he dose the same cumming inside of you.

Both taking a minute not moving as you gather your strength. His head still in your neck as his breathing is harder then ever. Him still inside you pushing back all the cum inside you.

“Hey is someone in there” a loud bang on the door startled you both. Rafe finally pulling out of you in that moment. Gathering his things as he dresses himself.

“Hand my my underwear” you hold you hand out sliding your dress back down as you hop off the sink.

“I don’t think so” he smiles buttoning his pants before he slides your panties into his pants.

“Rafe seriously” you plead but he doesn’t give in.

“Tell your boyfriend I said hey” he opens the bathroom door letting you walk out first. You just roll your eyes walking back into the party as if nothing ever happened.

[randoauthor]

Uncomfortable

Pairings: kinda everyone x Fem!Reader, Bob x Fem!Reader (kinda platonic, kinda not)

Warnings: some language, suggestive comments, fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

Author's Note: I'm back bitches!!!

Summary: The dagger squad has never seen r dress up, her version is old rock band tees and nice jeans and/or leggings. When a gala or ball comes up, all jaws drop at them when they enter, and with a date no less. (thanks @itzyogurl92  for the request this one was actually kinda fun to write!)

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I fucking hate dresses.

I hate the time it takes to get into them. I hate that you can't sit properly or eat all the food at the party. But mostly,

I hate that everyone is staring at me.

"Holy shit." Jake seemed taken aback at the sight of you, the blue and tan ombre dress hugged your curves beautifully as you stood rigid in your place.

"Is that actually?" Natasha started, sympathetic to you as she was also as uncomfortable as she could be. "That can't be her."

The other boys all turned to meet the pilot's gaze.

God did you seem out of place.

You had been talking about this for weeks, complaining about it more or less.

Your boyfriend had convinced you, telling you that it would be a wonderful time for him to get to meet all your friends because he fell for a famous pilot after all.

You hated that he said you were famous. You weren't.

Hell, you were far from it.

But you guess that fame wasn't enough for him as earlier you found yourself walking up the stairs of the shared townhome you both had to find him in bed with a younger, more blonde, girl.

You assumed that by the way, she dressed that she was either a stripper or a hooker but you were too busy gathering whatever you needed for a night to ask her. She watched you though.

And she still was.

It had never crossed your mind that he had a thing for pilots or any navy girl. You knew you weren't his first, yet you desperately hoped you'd be his last. You hoped wrong.

Bob and Bradley stood silently off to the side as the rest of the group gawked at you from afar.

Penny stood by as well, feeling bad that there wasn't much else she could have done. It had caught her wildly by surprise when you showed up earlier today, soaked from head to toe due to the rain. She silently helped you get ready, fixing your hair and makeup so that you stood out only to the eyes that mattered. She zipped your dress closed and then watched as you stared softly at yourself in her mirror, she and Amelia exchanged a strange glance which you just chose to ignore. Pete had jokingly offered to be your date, remarking with some stupid joke about having two beautiful women in his arms for the night. You offered him a soft smile before declining his offer. Wanting him and Penny to have a good night to themselves for once.

You silently hated yourself for not accepting his offer, because at least now you wouldn't look like a complete idiot in front of your ex.

"Baby," the blonde whispered to him, as he stared daggers at you.

Did he expect you not to show up now?

Bradley saw the situation unfold, he watched as your boyfriend walked over to you, and he saw the girl at his side.

"Guys," he said softly to grab their attention, "look."

The group turned their gaze over to the other side of the room, unable to hear what was being said but watching with amusement as the three of you spoke.

"(Y/n)," he said harshly, "I didn't think you'd actually show up."

You turned your gaze to meet his.

"Stephen, glad to see you jump from one sailor to another." You try to be cool, you don't want him to see you crack. The blonde faltered at your comment but you really didn't care.

"Yeah, whatever," He seemed to be partially bothered by the comment but continued, "this is Tanya. She actually tries to look nice for me always."

Okay, yeah, that one hurt.

You weren't much of a girlie girl, if you weren't in your khaki uniform you were in jeans or leggings and one of your many band tees. Your group of friends had started it as a joke the one year you had to spend Christmas on the boat.

***

"Hangman your turn!" Pheonix shouted excitedly as you all sat around a little fake tree you had pooled your money together to buy.

Hangman laughed as he pulled out a little pop figure, that of a navy pilot to be exact.

"Shit he kinda looks like you," Bradley had started, allowing you the perfect setup for a joke.

"Massive head and a tiny everything else? Yup, that's gotta be hangman!" you giggled out as your friends around you all fell into fits of laughter.

"Rude," he said with a smile, "go ahead open yours."

You leaned forward on your knees nervously to grab the box from under the tree, it was massive yet surprisingly light.

You delicately pulled the paper and bow off of it to reveal a brown packing box, the inside filled with more band tees than you could imagine.

They ranged from ACDC to The Who. There was even a Beetles shirt mixed in, but your favorite had to be the One Direction tee.

"That was Mav," Bradley spoke with a smile.

"Ya know," the captain spoke, "they didn't give me any information other than buying her a band tee. Plus Olivia said they were really popular around your time so I figured it was my best bet."

You let out a laugh before thanking everyone, the rest of the holiday playing out like a movie would have.

***

A tear pricked your eye and before you knew it an arm was snaking around your side, the other placing a drink in your hand.

"Sorry darling, I didn't mean to leave you for so long." You looked up to meet the gaze of Bob his glasses sitting adorably on the bridge of his nose.

God, you could have kissed him right then and there.

"Oh it's quite alright honey," you play along, "I figured the line for the bar would be long."

Bradley whipped around to his side to find that it was in fact his friend over there with you. A smile came to his face. He was glad he hadn't gone over there, otherwise, the night would have gone incredibly different.

Your ex faltered back as Bob stuck his hand out, inviting him to shake it.

"Robert Floyd." He said with a smile, "I am the date for the night."

Your ex took Bob's hand and with one firm shake replied.

"Stephen Marcom," a sick smirk came to his face, "I'm the one that fucked your date this morning."

You panicked. Bob wasn't the type of guy to talk about this kind of stuff, and even after getting him as hammered as possible he still wouldn't tell you how many girls he had been with. If any.

"Oh that's funny," Bob said, the same kind of smirk displaying on his face, "because if I remember correctly I had her under me last night, and on top of me right before she left early this morning. Oh and bent over before we showed up here."

Now it was your turn to falter slightly, your grip on Bob tightened as your ex's jaw did the same.

"Now, if you'll excuse us we have friends to catch up with and some dancing to do." And with that he lead you off to your friends who continued the night by gushing about your dress, the way you looked, and why they had never seen you like this before. All the while Bob kept you at his side, making sure to take a glance every now and then over to your ex, or leaning in to whisper something in your ear that makes you giggle. Doing everything he needed to do to make sure your ex was the very last thought on your mind.

It wasn't until the night was winding down that you realized that it had been a while since you had seen him, your ex had gone home a while ago.

Nat softly points you in the direction of him as if she read your mind and you quietly thanked her.

You pushed the large door open to reveal a beautiful overlook of the ocean and your fake boyfriend for the night.

"Hey," you said softly trying your best not to startle him.

"Oh, hi," he said with a smile.

"I just wanted to thank you for tonight, I really don't know what I would have done without you." You walked over to Bob, standing next to him as the two of you took in the scenery.

"Anytime, plus you looked beautiful tonight, I will always find an excuse to keep you on my arm like I did tonight." Bob smiled as you felt your cheeks heat up.

The two of you stayed there for a few moments more before he reached his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

"You look freezing in that thing." He said with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I kinda am." You reply back with a laugh.

You go to excuse yourself to head back inside, and he let you without protest.

"Oh (y/n)," he called out after you.

You turned around to face him, his glasses illuminated by the lights inside, "I'll be your fake date whenever you need me."

You shot him a thankful smile before going inside to find Pete and Penny, needing a sober ride home.

"Did you have fun tonight kiddo?" Pete asked pulling you into a side hug.

"Yeah," you said with a smile, "the best."

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[freshstartbaby]

SAME HEARTS, DIFFERENT PLACES.

Here I Come - Trevor Jackson

Romy was not having it. She was not feeling it at all. Her mood was decreasing to hell minutes by minutes. The night had began so good.

The brown woman decided to be daring for the New Eve night. She did the best brushing she could on her slick press natural hair. Romy took her time doing her make up by following step by step the tutorial she found earlier. Put on the red dress she always was afraid to wear because of her curves. She even had found the perfect heels to wear all night, embracing her feminity and being comfortable. She was feeling good and looking good. Who thought all the work she began earlier this year would have pay so much. Taking care of her mental et physical health was her biggest flex this year. And she was proud of it, as she should. Romy just wanted to enjoy the condo party with her friends, dance, sing, eat and drink. Was it too much to ask ?

She knew it was too much when she saw Florian greating people here in there after entering the place. That is why she hated party like that, you could never know who could be there and damn he was the last person Romy wanted to see tonight.

She find a way to escape the room before he could reach her area without making it too obvious. Once she got to the kitchen, she closed the door behind her and she settled, or hide as you rather, there for the next minutes. Pouring herself a drink she shook her head left to right. How the well could he be there ?

Romy had a friend, Patricia. They were kind of close. Close at a level that Romy did invite Patricia to her family house one summer. Patricia had a boyfriend, Florian, he was a nice person and a good looking man. Romy always found they were a cute couple and never engage the conversation with Florian without Patricia being the main topic. Matter fact, she was the type of girl bringing her man everywhere she was, so every time there was something planned he was there. It didn’t bother Romy at all, he was a cool guy and they liked making fun of each other. They were cool.

Until Romy’s relationship ended. When she was a single girl again, there was a switch in Patricia behavior. Everytime Florian was talking to Romy, Patricia felt this fear and rage in her stomach, like she was going to get played. In her side, Romy didn’t change anything, answering him when he was talking to her, clapping back when he tried to make fun of her. Everything was going well until Patricia took Romy grab a coffee.

Romy was hurted by the confession. Truly. From her pov, she didn’t crossed any line and never had bad attention towards them. She couldn’t believe her friend was thinking she could steal her man. She didn’t really know what was pissing her the most ? Her friend not turning to her boyfriend to handle the issue or the fact that she has becoming a potential treat since she was not in a relationship. Even if she stayed very calm and tried to understand her « friend », Romy was furious.

But it was ok, because Patricia was honest, show her true face and Romy naturally remove herself from this situation. At least she tried, Florian kept reacting to her posts, sending her messages, even invited her to his birthday. Did he had the same note ? She kindly decline everything. Even if he hadn’t do anything and she was missing him a little, she didn’t want to be this type of girl.

They bumped to each other at a party and Romy did her best to avoid any interaction. Florian tried to talk to her multiple times during the event but she was more than distant, not even looking at him directly during the few interactions they had. It left him a sour feeling for days.

One night Florian came to Romy’s place without any warning. More than surprised, she didn’t know if she could let him come inside, when he insisted that he will not be long. She let him a minute to cover herself and proposed him a glass of water, the redness of his cheeks was warning her, he was looking mad. Romy looked at him at the other side of the room.

Florian wanted to know if she would tell him if something was wrong. He could feel she was distant for months and from the conversation just had with his girlfriend, he totally understand why. He had a lot of affection for Romy, and for months, he felt pushed away by her. He had long nights wondering what he had done wrong.

« I thought we were friends, why you didn’t told me what happened ? » he said with a lot of deception in his voice.

Romy couldn’t believe it. Was him also going to blame her ? Goosebumps show up on her skin feeling the tone he was using. She didn’t know she could decepointed him and deeply she didn’t wanted to. But damn what was wrong with them two, was she the base of all their issues ?

« Ok first of all, you can not come at my place like that. Second, Florian you’re a nice guy but you are Patricia’s boyfriend, we’re just friend by affiliation. »

« Friend by affiliation ? «  he said laughing nervously at the sentence. Romy only nodded at his reaction discovering this side of him. « Your friend by affiliation is worried about you since this summer. Your friend by affiliation was wondering if he had done something wrong and was trying to be there for you. Romy I was truly worried about you. » Florian said again with concern on his face and walking toward her.

Now that he was less than a step from her, she didn’t answered just looked away. She was at her place, she couldn’t show any weakness. Even she deeply wanted to talk to him all this time, she wouldn’t let herself in that position.

« Look at me when I’m talking to you. » Florian said towing her and moving her head to face his grabbing her chin.

« Your girlfriend asked me to step back. That’s what I did ! Obviously she didn’t asked you the same thing ! » Romy said out of frustration, her voice got a little loud

« Do not scream at me. » he whispered not breaking the eye contact and squeezing her cheeks « Why didn’t you told me about that ? »

« Because.»

« Because what ?» he said motivated to have answers to all his questions

« Florian it is between me and Patricia ! » Romy said removing Florian’s hand from her face

« But it’s about me ! »

« So what ? Handle this with your girl ! »

« Oh yeah ? You want me to handle this with my girl ? »

« Exactly. »

« Like there is nothing going on between us ? » Florian said pointing at them.

Romy dismissed the last sentence, went to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water. She needed to stay hydrated for what was coming next. She was ready to burn him alive. She couldn’t believe he had the nerves to say that, out loud.

« Florian what are you talking about ? » she said putting her forearms on the kitchen island. This time her voice was collected. She didn’t want her emotions to have the best of her. They were on a touchy subject.

« I’m talking about us, being close, taking news, appreciating, supporting each other and teasing each other for like 3 years and you shutting it down without any valid explanation. You’re out there trying to make me feel like I’m crazy and making things up. What we had ? It was real.» Florian said sitting in front of Romy

« I never teased you. » she said wanting to be clear on that point

« Not in a sexual way. »

« What you need to understand, is that your girl think I’m going to take you away from her. And I think even before telling you anything, she blamed me. I was hurted. I took my distance. Period blank. »

« Period blank my ass. You took your distance from her and and from me. That’s not fair. »

« Florian do your ear yourself ? » she said squeezing her eyes.

« You are acting like you don’t care at all. Like I don’t matter to you. »

Romy looked at her hand on the island. She didn’t know what to tell or what to do.

The thing is, she didn’t have any love feelings for Florian. But once Patricia came at her, she rewind a lot of situations trying to see if she had done anything wrong. And the more situations played back in Romy’s head, the more she was questioning herself. Was she attracted to him ? Did she ever flirted with him ? Did she cared about him ? How would she had react if he ever made a move at her ? Why having news from him was so important during all this time ? She felt like the line between being friendly and more than that was blurring. She buried any inappropriate feelings she could have for Florian long time ago, for a good reason. And here he was saying all that scandalous things.

« Do I matter to you Romy ? » he asked soothing her

« Please Florian, don’t do that. »

« You matter to me. » he said taking one of her hand in his.

Florian left Romy’s place at the sunrise.

They talked all night. About so many subjects, how they felt, Patricia, Romy’s ex, their proper job, they had a lot to catch up after months without a real conversation. Florian didn’t have a real answer from Romy, but he knew he matted to her. Even if it was just a little portion, it was enough. He understood she wasn’t in a good position, it was maybe selfish of him but he didn’t want to let her go. Even if both of them valued loyalty at a very high level, the things Florian was feeling for that girl was messing everything up.

« You need to go Flo. » Romy said realizing what time it was.

He sat up, put on his jacket and touched slowly his beard « so wassup ? » Florian asked her really not knowing how it’s going to be

« What do you mean ? »

« You gon keep left me on read and avoiding me ? »

« There is no reason for us to keep contact Florian, I know you understand that. » Romy said trying to suppress the sorrow in her voice

Florian wanted to ask her if it was over. But he just nodded in acceptance realizing he wasn’t worth enough for Romy to change her mind.

« Give me a last hug. » Florian asked whispering.

Romy was staring at the sky through the window. If she gave him this hug, it was over. In less than 4 hours, he had waking up things she recklessly took months to hide. Florian stood her up on her feet, determined to have his hug.

Time stopped when his strong arms were locked around Romy’s body. He will definitely not be the one letting go first. He took the opportunity to smell her sweet unique essence a last time. When he pecked her right cheek, the skin was wet and salty. Romy wiped her cheeks rapidly not wanting to crack in front of him. Florian took his time looking at her pretty face before kissing her lips.

The shared kiss was caring and sincere, it turned way more sensual and needy in less than 2 minutes. Masks were falling hard. All the long speech were empty, they wanted each others. Romy stopped Florian feeling his hands touching her back skin underneath the sweatshirt she had put on few hours ago. She didn’t had the guts to go this far. He looked at her eyes a last time before kissing her forehead and left.

A year passed after that night. Romy didn’t tell about it to anyone. She kept it to herself kind of ashamed. She didn’t eared a word from Florian and she didn’t reach him either. But a lot of things happened. From what Romy eared, Patricia and Florian were over. Gossips was saying that Romy was the main reason. Street talks so much that she decided that if neither Patricia or Florian had the balls to confront her about that she will not even give it a chance to make it an issue. Approaching her 30´s Romy wanted something better for herself. She met two potential partners, it didn’t work out the way she wanted but it wasn’t a big deal. She had roof above her head, a job, was close to her family, had remove herself from nasty friendship, life was good.

The thing is, she wasn’t prepared to see Florian. Deeply she didn’t want to see him again. After all theses months, she understood that she had developed strong feelings for him and kept them on the low. Romy had this bad habit since middle school, used to be pushed away by guys she liked because of how she was looking.

Now, there they were, in the same place, one year after the scandalous kiss. She was panicking.

« Girl what are you doing in the kitchen ! You are missing all the bangers, I was looking for you when the DJ played Liquorice ! » Natacha, one of Romy best friends, said entering in the kitchen like a tornado « Hey you ok ? » she said once she saw the expression on Romy’s face.

She didn’t have the time to answer when Florian stepped in the room and looked at her. Romy’s mouth closed immediately. She could feel her heartbeat buzzing in her ears. She collected the energy she had and finally looked at him with a micro smile.

« Hi. » she waved

Natacha frowned at the simple word. The last time these too were in the same room, the mood was more light and warm. Now she felt like there was a unsaid tension and definitely felt like she should leave them. She found an excuse and left the room, letting Florian closing the door behind her. He came back toward Romy, sit on a chair near her and grabbed hers before pulling it closer to him. The motion made Romy shuttered before she exhaled deeply. She looked at him, taking her time. He was looking at her with his signature smile before licking his pink lips.

Romy’s eyes ran away another time and she quickly bite her inside cheek. For the small seconds she looked at him, she had the time to process how beautiful he was. His hair were freshly cut like always. He let his beard grow and blond hair were picking in it. Knowing him a little, Romy thought he would have wear an all black outfit for the night, but he had a immaculate white polar textured jacket on. The piece was giving him a warm aura and awaked a need of big hug inside Romy’s heart.

« Hi. » Florian finally said chuckling

« Why are you laughing ? » she asked

« It’s good to see you, I’m happy.» he answered passing a finger on his right eyebrow.

« Mmmh. »

« Are you happy to see me Romy ? » she nodded without any conviction, there he was again asking her things

« Mmh ? You were so happy to see me that you run away from the living room. » he said laughing before putting a chopstick in his mouth

« I did not runaway, I had to take a call. » Romy said laughing too. Yea using humor was going to save her tonight.

« Yea ? Who was it ? » Florian asked knowing she was lying

« My mum. »

« Oh my mother in law ? How is she ? » Romy couldn’t hold back but kissed her teeth earring Florian referring to her mum. It wasn’t funny. Taking few sips of her drink she decided just not to answer.

« I’m teasing you «  he continued feeling that Romy stoped talking « not in a sexual way » he said mimicking hisself saying the the same thing he told her a year ago.

Romy’s eyes grew bigger having the reference « YOU NEED TO-« 

« What are you drinking ? Could you pour me a drink ? » Florian said cutting her without giving her a chance to clap back. He was smiling and confident, only playing with his chopstick and keeping a strong eye contact with her.

Romy looked at him like crazy. Did he ate a lion before coming ? He was out of control.

« Are you drunk ? » she asked concerned, she wanted to know if he was just really bold or under any substance. He only shook his head right to left with a rise eye brow. He wasn’t drunk at all. He was just goin hard about how he really felt.

« Can I have a drink ? Please ? » he asked again

Romy turn back and face the island. She scanned the table looking for something he could like. She thought about rum coke but her eyes felt on a beer bottle. That’s what he will have. Grabbing the beer bottle she took a lighter on the island and opened the bottle like he taught her years ago. It was becoming natural now

« Mhhh, you still got the method. » Florian clapped is hands, remembering how much it was hard to learned that to Romy

Romy shook her head staying silent and giving the bottle to Florian before letting her back sticked the island.

He took a first sip looking at her before talking again « You look amazing, I love that dress on you. » he said taking her body entirely. Words didn’t need to be said about how he felt about her body.

Crossing her arms, Romy undid her motion and put her hands on the island still facing him. She needed to accept compliments she was receiving. So she replied a simple « Thank you Florian. » not that it didn’t affect her, but he was toying her more than she could handle tonight. She was already out of breath in her head.

« The backless, the color, you’re glowing, you put a red dress because you know it’s my favorite color right ? » he said laughing before taking another sip of his beer and wiking at her.

Romy wanted to roll her eyes but she frowned her eyebrows a second while crossing her arms.

« How are Flo ? » she genuinely asked.

Florian’s smile fade a little before he put down the beer bottle. He tried to put back a smile on his pink lips before sliding the chopstick between them again.

« Do you really want to know ? » he replied looking at her in a curious serious voice.

« I just asked you. »

« I don’t know, I’m not sure you really care about me. « 

Romy took her bottom lips between two of her fingers. He was mad at her. He was still mad at her since last time. She was the one who was supposed to be mad. But the tone he used didn’t sit well in Romy’s ear. She looked briefly at the closed door and took few step toward him.

She grabbed Florian’s hand how was on his left thighs and sat there looking straight in front of her. The warmth of his hand didn’t affected her because she was too nervous. His hand find naturally it way on her back, grabbing her slightly. He was kind of surprised about this move but he was willing to see where this conversation was going.

« You know I always mean what I say-«  Romy started still not looking at him

« Well it will be really sad if it was true.» he cut her again, removing his hand from her back to put one piece of hair behind her ear.

« And why that ? »

« Because you said I didn’t matter to you. »

« I never said that. » Romy said breaking the silence who took quickly place between them by grabbing his hairy chin and looking at him directly

« And you didn’t say it either. »

« Florian, how have you been ? Just answer the damn question ! » she said tired of this conversation, it was absolutely going nowhere

« I’m ok Romy. » looking away and chewing his chopstick

« That’s it ? You’re ok. Not fine. Not bad, just ok ? » Florian just nodded his head turning back his face to her but this time looking at her glossy lips.

« Well alright, I’m glad you’re ok. » she said playing with the fabric of his white jacket.

She should have moved at this moment. They had exchanged kind words, he was ok, that’s it. But the feeling of his hand on her back made it hard to move. She loved that feeling and tonight she just wanted to have a little taste of it. Florian noticed it and decided to draw little circles while asking her details about the year who just passed. He wanted to ear her talk, all night if she could.

He had to fight to stop staring at her lips or her cleavage more than twice. Florian day dreamed about feeling her tasty lips again, definitely more than twice. He had hard times trying to forget this kiss and truly he didn’t wanted to. He never share to anyone what happened between Romy and him a year ago. He knew too well that if the story was shared and deformed, she will be the bad guy. The last thing Florian wanted was to see Romy in a bad position.

He definitely wanted to see her in some position, but between closed doors and just for him. In fact, the only kiss they shared gave him guilty night fevers. Florian slowly touched Romy uncovered thighs and enjoyed the smoothness of them.

« You’re not even listening Flo. »

« I am. It’s been a while since I had you in my arms. I’m trying to enjoy the full experience. » he said moving her closer to him that she already was putting his face close to her neck

« Enjoying the full experience uh ? » Romy said with her right eyebrow rised

« Mhhh mhh. » Florian said smelling her. The motion and the feeling of his beard tickling her made a laugh. « See, I looked at you, I eared you, I just smelled you, I spend the last 20 minutes touching you » he said squeezing her back and thighs.

« Yep you’ve done it all. That’s a wrap » Romy said trying to get up feeling the tension raise a little higher than it already was.

« Come on you know one is missing. » Florian said just before pecking her neck briefly.

Romy didn’t remember when she started moaning. Was it when Florian was marking her with an hickey ? When his lips was on hers ? When his fingers grabbed the back of her head or found his way playing in her pantie ? She didn’t know. She didn’t care anymore. At least not at the moment.

Her heart was bitting so fast and Florian got her so wrap around his fingers that one of her hand was already teasing the growing bump between his legs.

Florian was on cloud nine seeing her willing to go further with him this time. It’s not like he was planning this to go this way, he didn’t even knew he was going to see her tonight. But the idea that there was no one between them now, letting them consume the need to be all over each other ? Chef’s kiss. He removed his right hand from her underwear and manage his fingers toward her plumped lips. Romy’s modesty was way too far now and she seductively wrap her mouth around his digits, tasting herself. Florian brain went numb a second thinking about all the things he could and would do to her, grabbed her chin before kissing her again-

« Ok girl now you need to get out that ki- « Natacha’s voice arrived at Romy’s ear, she jumped a little surprised and acting like child doing a bad thing « Oh okaaaaaaaaaaaay I’m out ! » she continued closing the door behind her.

Florian looked at Romy. She had her eyes closed and a little shy smirk on her lips.

« You know closing you eyes ain’t going to make you disappear right ? » he asked making fun of her after fews seconds dropped

Romy wanted to tell him to shut up but she just re opened her eyes chuckling. She met back Florian’s sparkling eyes. He was smirking too, slowly getting back to earth before giving her an hungry lick in on her neck sweet spot. There she was again letting pathetic sound escape her mouth. It wasn’t a big deal, she knew she could count on Natacha, and she was missing the feeling of his lips was already. Fuck Patricia, fuck trying to save apparences and fuck the old version of her. She got a taste of what she been craving for and now she was addicted.

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Enchanted - Joe Keery

Warnings: Angst. implied sumt, language.

Author's note: Here is the first part of the Enchanted series with Joe!! Hope you all enjoy. Dress is part two, so watch out for it soon! :)

“There I was again tonight. Forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. Your eyes whispered, have we met. 'Cross the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me.”

I got my dream job a year ago and met my dream guy, but it’s not the basic happily ever after you hear in the fairytales or see in the Disney Movies. My job created many sleepless nights, and my dream guy may have possibly had a girlfriend. We hit it off as soon as we met and became best friends instantly. He was who I called when I needed comfort and when I needed company. I met Joe when I became a production assistant on his show, Stanger Things. I worked closely with him and the cast, but Joe became my other half. We were always taking lunches together and hanging out in his trailer between takes. I was in love with him, but he had no clue and after seeing him with some brunette for over six months, I felt it was best to keep it that way. Tonight, was the premiere for the new season and I was beyond excited to see him all cleaned up and classically handsome. I wore my favorite red sparkly dress, curled my hair, and finished the look with a classic red lip. I felt like I was Marilyn Monroe attending a Hollywood premiere, but I was going alone. I walked the red carpet with some of my coworkers and chatted with all their dates. I tried to seem happy and like I was truly enjoying myself, but I only wanted to be here with one person, Joe.

“Hey kiddo, have you seen Joe yet?” I ask walking up to Gaten before he grabs me into a hug.

“Y/N! You look beautiful tonight. I believe he just arrived; he should be at the front of the carpet.” Gaten says smiling and pointing to the front of the carpet.

I turned around and seen Joe looking more handsome than I could ever imagined. He was in a basic black suit, with a red tie that matched my dress, almost like he read my mind. But the most surprising (and exciting part) was that he arrived alone. His usual brunette arm candy was nowhere to be seen. Me and Joe finally locked eyes and as if he knew I needed him, he came running to me, by passing all the reporters yelling his name for pictures or interviews.

“My girl! Holy smokes, you look amazing.” Joe says finally reaching me and wrapping me in a hug that makes my stomach erupt with butterflies. He holds my shoulders and admires my dress, before locking eyes with me again and smiling.

“Joey! You look dang handsome yourself.” I say placing a kiss on his cheek and accidentally leaving a bright red lip mark on his cheek.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I forgot about my lipstick.” I say laughing as I wipe it away and notice my cheeks becoming red.

“I don’t mind at all having proof a pretty girl gave me a kiss.” Joe says, his cheeks turning equally as red. My stomach turned at the flirting he was putting off tonight. Was I just playing tricks on myself, or did I finally have a chance with the boy I have been in love with since I first met him over a year ago. I felt every inch of insecurity and hopelessness leave my body now that I was with Joe.

“I think I pissed some reporters off by finding you. Want to come with me and walk the carpet properly?” He asked grabbing my hand and squeezing it. Joe could always read my mind. Its like he knew when I was feeling down or alone, and tonight was no exception.

“I would love to, Joey.” I said squeezing his hand back in reassurance. We walked the red carpet and Joe made sure I was on his arm for every picture. I felt like I was getting a glimpse of what it would be like to be Joe’s girl for real. I was brought back to reality when a reporter yelled, “Look! It’s our favorite set of best friends!” as Joe and I were walking past. Of course, Joe was my best friend and I never wanted to lose him, but I wish he knew how much I had fallen in love with him and how much I wanted to be everyone’s favorite couple.

“The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you. This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you.”

After we finally got to our seats for the showing, we were both exhausted from all the questions. Joe and I had a secret language that only the both of us understood. We spent many days on set joking and making fun of each other so much that it became second nature. Joe grabbed my hand midway through the screening when he could tell I was getting tired.

“Remember this scene? We could not film it for laughing so much at me having to take my shirt off.” Joe leans over and whispers in my ear. I start laughing remembering my cat calling and whistles that caused everyone in the scene to laugh and join along, which caused the whole scene to take way longer than we wanted.

“What can I say, Mr. Keery, I was just saying what we were all thinking.” I say as I nudged my head into his neck. He settles his head on top of mine while we finish watching the showing.

“You look beautiful tonight” Joe says placing a kiss on my head. My heart dropped into my stomach as my thoughts raced. Was I dreaming all his flirty remarks, or have we become so comfortable together that we say things without thinking. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as my way of saying thank you.

The after party followed the showing and I mingled around the room without Joe for a bit. I was becoming anxious with the crowd and began to worry where Joe was or who he was with.

“Hey, pretty girl, you thirsty?” I heard someone say behind me and all my worries were gone once I noticed the familiar voice.

“I. Am. Dying” I say laughing and grabbing the wine glass from Joe, then taking a large swig.

“Slow down there hot stuff” he says grabbing me by my waist and pulling me in. My heart caught in my throat at his pet name and the way his hand fit perfectly on my curves.

“Can I be serious for a moment, Joey?” I say lying my head on his shoulder.

“Always” He says laying his head on top of mine.

“You always make me feel so comfortable at these types of things and I would not want to go anywhere without you” I say taking another swig of my wine.

“Ditto. You’re my absolute best friend”. He says placing a small kiss on my head. My heart dropped when he said best friend. Of course, we were but I yearned so badly to be more. Did he not want to? Maya sees us cuddled up by the bar and comes over with the biggest smile.

“Is it finally official?” She says giving me a hug once I released from Joe’s grasp.

“Is what official?” Joe says with a slight chuckle.

“You two! We have had bets on how long it would take, since apparently you two are the only ones who don’t know you are in love” she says. Joe clears his throat and I notice his mood shift.

“What? Us? Nope. Just best friends” I say forcing a smile.

“Yep, nothing to see here. Excuse me for a minute” Joe says running his hands through his hair. I watch as he walks away to the back.

“What was that all about?” Maya says, a concerned look forming on her face.

“I honestly have no idea. Maybe it’s just him who isn’t in love” I say, feeling tears forming in my eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Maya says taking me to sit at one of the tables.

“Can I be honest with you?” I say, wiping my tears

“Of course!” Maya says, leaning to grab my hands

“I am so in love with that man and all he wants to be is best friends. I’m surprised his arm candy didn’t come tonight” I say looking to the ground.

“She has nothing on you. You have that man’s heart, he just has to admit it to himself” Maya says. I notice Joe emerge from the back and head over to us.

“The lingering question kept me up, 2 AM, who do you love? I wonder 'til I'm wide awake and now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door. I'd open up and you would say, "Hey" It was enchanting to meet you”. All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you. This night is sparkling, don't you let it go, I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew that this night is flawless, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you. This is me praying that this was the very first page. Not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

“I think I’m going to head home, I am exhausted” I say as Joe returns to the table. He can tell something is on my mind, but this time he doesn’t ask what.

“Do you need any company on the ride home? I can call us a cab” Joe asks, grabbing my hand and squeezing it in his knowing way.

“I’m okay, I can just call a cab and call it a night. Thank you, handsome” I say, kissing Joe’s cheek.

“Anything for my girl” he says wrapping me in one final hug. I look over to Maya who is smiling at the exchange with an I told you so look to me. Joe walks me to the cab.

“Listen, about what Maya said…” He begins.

“No, it’s all okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow for our movie night?” I say smiling and squeezing his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world” Joe says opening the car door for me. I climb in as Joe shuts the door and I smile at tonight’s events. All of the flirting Joe did and how clingy he was to my body. All of the looks exchanged across the room between the two of us. I began to blush and smile at how lucky I am to have Joe in my life, even if it is just as a best friend. I begin to wonder if I take up as much space in his mind when we aren’t together as he does mine. I get home to my empty apartment that overlooks New York City. I texted Joe to let him know I made it home. I grab a glass of wine and sit down to read a book by the window illuminating my apartment with the lights of NYC, still in tonight’s dress, too exhausted to take it off. I checked my phone and Joe never replied, which is not like him, but my guess was his lady showed up after I left the party. My heart sank at this thought, and I hoped I wasn’t right. The thought of him taking her home and touching her body the way I dreamed of at night made my stomach turn. I hear a knock at my door that breaks my train of thought. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I get up and open the door.

“Listen to me and don’t say a word” It was Joe pushing past me into my apartment.

“About what Maya said…” He began

“Joe, I said it’s fine….” But he shuts me up with his lips crashing onto mine. I feel like I am in a dream as my head spins.

“I said don’t say a word, damn it.” Joe says breaking the kiss. I blush and suddenly cower in his now dominate presence.

“I am so in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the moment we met. I never admitted this to you for the fear I would lose you as a friend and I could not bear the thought of my life without you” Joe says pulling me in close, touching his forehead to mine.

“But I don’t care anymore. I am so damn in love with you, Y/N and no other girl compares to you.” He says staring deep into my eyes with those big hazel puppy dog eyes.

“Can I talk now?” I say giggling as Joe wraps his hands around my waist, causing me to shiver at his touch.

“The floor is all yours, beautiful” He says smiling down at me.

“I am so damn in love with you too, Joesph David Keery. I always have been. You are not only my best friend, but the absolute love of my life. It has been a tortuous 6 months watching you with another girl” I say, grabbing his hands to lead him to the couch.

“You have no idea how magical you have made my night. You looked like a princess tonight you know that? My princess” He says crashing his lips onto mine again. This time it’s more aggressive and needy. I know exactly what Joe wants and so do I.

“Joey, Baby?” I say breaking our kiss.

“Mhmmmhm?” He says pushing me further down on the couch, his hands becoming more and more needy and roaming every inch of my body.

“Take me to my bedroom and make up for every moment you never confessed your love to me” I say taking his hand to lead him to my corner bedroom.

“I’d love you for the rest of our lives if you asked me to, baby girl” Joe says following in behind me.

To be continued…..

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Look at the soul- Tacos Night for the birthday girl

Series master list

🥳🎂 Happy birthday Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms !!! Wishing you all the best! As part of your celebration I decided to make this part of a special short edition for my series LATS with my OC, Marianne… so what a better way to celebrate than a tacos night out? 🥰🥳✨♥️

“I’m going to skip our Taco Thursday Night.” Lee announced as soon as she walked into Marianne’s dressing room, like always she was either reading the script, doing homework or working.

“Nooo, why?”

“Because a friend is celebrating her birthday today and she’s by herself, I don’t want her to be alone.”

“No, of course not…” She wouldn’t want to be on her own on a date like that. “Why don’t you invite her over? If she doesn’t mind of course, I don’t think Heidi would object either.”

Lee chuckled. “Object? Who are you? Cillian, you two spend so much time together that you’re even starting to speak the same.”

“Hey remember my brain thinks in English and Spanish at the same time.” Marianne answered to Lee’s teasing.

“Speaking of Spanish, let me text Flor… you know what would be good? Maybe we should invite a couple of male friends, it’s time you get someone.”

“No. Why?” Marianne shook her head.

Lee took the chair in front of the big mirror to apply some blush on her cheeks. “There’s nothing wrong in that, maybe you meet someone special here. I really don’t understand why you didn’t like Rowan, he’s a cool guy.”

“You mentioned he likes to hunt, I’m against it… and he is younger than me anyways. No thanks.” Marianne caught her reflection in the mirror, deciding to add some blush as well.

“Being twenty eight it’s not a big deal.”

Again there was a shaking head. “I’ll pass.”

“Okay, how about Patrick? Works in IT and he loves the gym.” Lee had her hopes up, showing her a photo.

“I think he’s already in a relationship with the gym.” Marianne answered with a smile.

“You know what? You’re impossible, I tried to match you with Dylan and you said no because he’s a workaholic. I’m making a cast to find Mr. Perfect for Marianne.”

She giggled, surprised by her friend’s eagerness to match her with someone.

“Unless…” Lee’s eyes sparkled.

“Oh God I’m scared now.”

“Cillian is available and he’s handsome.”

“Lee…” Marianne added with a warning tone looking at the door, scared someone might hear.

Lee waved her hand, “he’s a widower remember? And he’s smart and a gentleman… and handsome.” She repeated, making Marianne blush.

“From all of the people…”

“Oh, stop it he’s the best candidate for you.”

“He lost his wife, he’s mourning.” Marianne crossed her arms.

“And that’s what makes him perfect, there’s no toxic ex wife to deal with.” Lee added with a smirk.

Marianne gave her a shocked look.

“Don’t look at me like that, she can’t come and hunt you down,” Lee raised her hand, “you already know me, I’m the bad influence from the two of us.”

First, Marianne gasped at the bold comment but she was used now to Lee’s funny and dark sense of humor. Mortified, Marianne played with her hair. “He’d nn-ever look at me as a woman.”

“How can you be so sure? Maybe if you flirt a litt-”

A knock on the door interrupted their talk, as the door opened, Cillian’s face appeared smiling.

Marianne gave him a nervous smile, pretending to focus on Lee’s hair.

“Hey there! Come in.” Lee invited him, then looking at her friend, she winked. “Could you do me a French braid?”

“I thought you were gone.” Cillian joined them, taking the couch, completely oblivious of their previous chat.

“No, she was waiting for you.” Lee replied him, feeling Marianne pull slightly at her hair as a pleading to stop.

“Sorry, there was a knot.” Marianne lied, stealing a quick glance in Cillian’s direction.

“Have you decided yet on the proposal?” Cillian asked casually.

Turning the chair around, Lee looked at him with a wide smile, asking to know about it.

“Asked her to appear in a music video I’m filming next week.”

“Of course! She says yes!” Lee answered excited.

Cillian laughed and looked at Marianne. “What happened with your tests?”

She cleared her throat, feeling her head spinning and heart hammering.

“Scheduled in two more weeks.”

“So, do you want to do it? I can talk to Enda about the rehearsals.” Cillian promised leaning forwards, showing interest.

“I guess so.” Marianne could only think of him like a widower now.

“Awesome, I’ll tell you more about this idea in the next couple of days.”

Excited, Lee did a little clap. “Fabulous!” Then as Cillian was walking towards the door, she decided to take a little risk. “Cillian? We’re having a little girls night out, but I can’t decide on what color to wear. This?” She showed him a lipstick and then pointed at Marianne. “Or that?”

Unconsciously, his eyes landed on Marianne’s lips. “That.”

“I can’t believe you did that!” Marianne hissed.

Lee looked at her innocently. “I only asked him a question.”

Marianne was mortified opening the door to walk out.

“Lee please, for the love of whatever you want the most… you can’t say this to anyone!” She felt trapped. What would the rest of the cast think?

What would Cillian think?

She was working in this play, had to remain professional. Lee promised to not mention anything.

Finding Heidi already waiting by the exit, the three of them were ready to go to Marianne’s flat.

“No traffic tonight!” Heidi stated over the music of her car.

“We got lucky to find the shop open.” Lee added talking about the cake and moving carefully holding it in her hands.

Marianne rushed to open the umbrella and door for her, she was now used to the Irish rain; the sky would pour down for ten minutes, then it’d stop out of nowhere. “I’ve always loved the smell of rain, but here it’s completely different. Did you send Flor the address?”

“Ya, she’s on her way.”

As they rushed inside, Marianne left the umbrella by the door and passed around the slippers she had for them, she found them on a store and each had the H and L embroidered.

“What do we do?” Heidi asked after cleaning her hands.

“The margaritas please, all the bottles are on the counter.” Marianne asked taking one more glass out for Flor, just as there was a knock.

“That’s the birthday girl!” Lee announced rushing towards the door. Wrapping her friend in a tight hug, she then proceeded to do the introductions. “This is Heidi and this is Marianne, we’re working in a play. Ladies, my friend Flor.”

“Hello.” She replied with a shy smile. “Thank you for having me last minute.”

“Happy birthday!” Marianne gave her a hug too. “Where are you from?”

“Welcome, I’m Heidi and happy birthday!”

“Thanks! It’s so nice to meet you, I’m from Argentina. Lee tol-”

Then, out of the blue, Marianne started speaking and Spanish and Flor replied learning she was Mexican, leaving Heidi and Lee without understanding a single word they were saying.

“Hey, we need a translator over here.” Lee requested over their excitement.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away, it’s not so common to find another Latin girl around.” Marianne explained giving Flor another hug.

“So you understand the excitement over our tacos night?” Heidi laughed.

“I’ll get the tortillas ready.” Marianne announced. “Make yourself at home.”

“Oh! We got you a cake!” Lee told Flor, guiding her towards the kitchen.

“I put the dip and the chips on the bowl.” Heidi added, taking the lemons to cut them.

“That’s the best dip-fucking-ever.” Lee praised, taking a bunch in her hand.

Marianne chuckled. “I’ll just add the guacamole and sauce in there.”

“Guys thank you so much! I wasn’t expecting to do anything today and without knowing me you’re giving me the best birthday ever.” Flor shared, feeling grateful for the last minute celebration. “Lee told me about your tacos night and I wanted to taste them so bad.”

“Wait until you taste the margarita.” Heidi added raising her hands.

“Alright tacos are almost done, guess we can start with a toast?” Marianne looked at the group, excited to see how the night would unfold.

Heidi passed each a glass.

“To Flor!” Lee wrapped an arm around her friend.

“To Flor!” Cheered Heidi and Marianne, wishing the birthday girl the best day and for her dreams to come true.

“So tell me about they play where you guys are working on.”

“It’s an amazing project!” Answered Heidi, passing Flor her plate.

Lee pointed at Marianne. “She’s the leading role, but you have to come to the theater sometime to see it.”

“The entire cast, music, script… everything is incredible.” Praised Marianne when it was her turn.

They took a moment to say a small thank you as Marianne requested for the opportunity to share that moment with Flor on her birthday and then they all laughed and chatted non stop, enjoyed the amazing food and later got to sing the happy birthday to Flor over the cake time.

“Okay I bought this vintage camera the other day so let’s try it out.” She showed them the vintage Polaroid camera.

After asking the group to get get together she adjusted the settings and snapped a photo, getting a candid shot of them.

Marianne walked back to have another margarita, feeling like she definitely needed a night like this so much. With the amount of work she had and the play around the corner, she was extra grateful for these moments with amazing people.

As they waited for the photo to develop they danced to the music and finished the chips with dip, having an absolute blast and celebrating Flor’s birthday.

***

A/N: I got this done pretty quickly, but apart of the birthday celebration I wanted to add something that it’s finally starting something from now on. Fasten your seatbelts! 🥰✨

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[bokutosmochi]

general iwaizumi headcannons

what's it? general sugar level? 0.7k allergen warning/s? brief mentions of harassment regulars? @hanayanetwork​

♧ one of those people who dress well without putting any effort at all. it's either that or he just looks good in everything, it doesn't really matter as both of those options are totally unfair.

♧ always smells good. this man could spent the last two hours exercising, have sweat pouring from his pores and still smell nice.

♧ has tried to learn the guitar at one point, but volleyball took up too much of his time, and now university's taking it up. still, he's learned a few songs and he has a guitar hanging in his room

♧ doesn't like carrying bags if it's not sport/athletics-related. if he needs to bring other things that aren't his keys, wallet, and cellphone, he'll just stuff it inside his pockets. it absolutely looks bad and bulky - is that a notepad in your pants or are you just happy to see me? - but he literally cannot give a single shit.

♧ the sweetest guy ever. will stand up for someone he sees that's getting harassed in the streets even if he doesn't know them, would cross the street if there's a woman he might be making uncomfortable, would pretend to be a stranger's boyfriend if some douchebag's not taking no for an answer.

♧ gossip is his guilty pleasure, mostly because of oikawa marites amp. one minute he's scoffing at people gossiping to themselves, the next, he's attentively listening to oikawa spill the tea.

♧ has a very asmr voice. it's deep and raspy and absolutely perfect!! sometimes he'll talk to someone and they'll shiver -- not because of intimidation or attraction, but simply because his voice triggering their asmr. especially if he's whispering to someone. or if it's his sleepy voice!!

♧ he doesn't really have a playlist. all the songs he likes are blended into one playlist and whenever wants to listen to something while studying, he just clicks on one of those 24/7 copyright free lo-fi music on youtube. the one and only playlist he has is the one he listens to when he's in the gym. that's literally it.

♧ ... really missed oikawa when he first went to california. he missed his sarcastic-sounding compliments directed to the people around them, he missed having to fish him from a group of fangirls, he missed his best friend. the person who's been by his side since they were children. iwaizumi was usually the one to initiate the facetimes and texts, hiding it under some lame excuse like wanting to make sure he wasn't dead yet.

♧ during his college days, he attracted so many girls from his university and even other nearby campuses (is anyone surprised?). they'd all invite him to house parties, only for him to politely decline their offer. though he did not pursue volleyball as a professional career, leaving his days as an ace behind, he still had a burning desire to be the best and that isn't going to happen if he spends his days partying and getting drunk.

♧ has his own signature scent that he's had since high school, maybe even middle school. he hasn't changed it because he's too lazy to do so - why would he fix something that's not broken? - and also because he likes how people associate him with a certain scent. he kind of finds it cute.

♧ absolutely not one of those maniacs that lets their phone battery hit single digits -- not if he could help it. he always charges his phone once it hits the thirties and always brings a spare charger with him if he's going somewhere.

♧ he's always ready for anything. and by that i mean he always has ballpens in his pocket, bandaids, a protein bar, anything that he may need through the day, really.

♧ his usual way of unwinding after a hard day's work is really just laying in bed, watching godzilla. obviously, if someone were to run him a bubble bath or something of the likes, he's not going to complain, but sometimes just he just thinks it's too much effort. he'd rather have a short, thorough shower than hear straight to bed.

♧ honestly has a hard time making friends. he's so focused on his studies, cooped up in his stuffy dorm room that he didn't really get the time to do so, then people who did want to befriend him were a tad bit too intimidated by his strong stature to actually come up to him and strike up a conversation. we all know he wouldn't hurt a fly though.

i get: reblog

you get: green curtains

do we have a deal?

[triple-asstro]

Salaì Chapter 3: Sock and Buskin

chapter count: 1 | 2 |

word count: 2k

pairing: 2012!leo x reader

tags: leo being an idiot, slow burn, fluff and humor, comfort

summary: A new vigilante named Salaí has taken the streets of New York, sending an increase in missing and injured criminals. This seemingly new vigilante shocks the turtles in town and with the help of Reader, they try to figure out who this vigilante is. Surprise, its Reader, knowingly leading an investigation against themself. Hopefully, no one falls in love.

A/N: i hope you all enjoy this one, i'm going to be posting hopefully every wednesday (possibly later for everyone on tumblr) and i hope you all have an amazing rest of your week!

ao3

song: Sparky Deathcap - September

The next day at school didn’t dampen your thoughts about your encounter from yesterday. Dressed in medium-length black sweatpants and a light blue t-shirt, you tried to take your mind of things by volleyball, but alas, it was useless. With one more hard hit, the ball was sent flying into the other team’s area, as you huffed out and prepared to defend. 

“Sorry if this is completely off but, you okay?” 

“Hm?” you murmured, looking to your right to see a girl with straight black hair, dark coffee skin and an array of freckles covering her face. This was your close friend, Shreya, who with her sweet eyes and head-forwardness made her look abnormal being paired with you. 

“Oh, sorry Shreya, I’m alright.” 

“Okay, you’ve just been spaced out lately. Is something on your mind?” 

“Oh yeah, yesterday I met a cosplayer during my study session at Mr Murakami’s shop.” 

“Really?” she asked, tilting her head in surprise, blocking one hit from her left. “What kind of cosplay was he wearing?” 

“You won’t believe this, a ninja-turtle hybrid,” you whispered, silently giggling to yourself watching her eyes widen even more. 

“That’s awesome! I have to find this guy.” 

“Yeah, we need to know his secrets!” you whispered teasingly. Before you knew it, the sound of a whistle brought you away from the net and sitting down with your knees hugging your chest around the gym teacher, eyes squinting and arms crossed. 

“I am slightly impressed with your guys' work today, but we need to step it up.  Next practice, I better see no crooked arms and no kicking the ball!” 

Once she finished talking, you began to pack your bag away, stuffing your belongings in before rushing out of the gym. Shreya was quickly following behind you, huffing and puffing until you made it to the stone steps. 

“Wait, slow down man! Class doesn’t start until 3pm .” Shreya remarked, huffing and puffing. 

“I know, it’s just-” you muttered before a shrill gust of wind knocked you both on your sides, lying on the concrete. 

“I was going to say, I have to babysit this girl for the Dobsons sometime next week and sometimes my mom schedules things for me without telling me and it could be today but I have no clue.” 

“That sounds weird. What’s her name?” she asked, hopping back on her feet before offering you her hand. You took in willingly, groaning when she hauled you back up. 

“I have no idea, but you’re right. It’s weird. Oh, did you hear that Dylan and Casey got into another brawl?” 

“What happened?” 

“The gist of it is that Dylan caught Casey checking out his girlfriend, Casey denied it,” you explained, bumping your fists together. “Brawl.” 

“Doesn’t Casey have a hockey game today? Those two are idiots,” she spat, squinting her eyes. “Why

would anyone get into a fight for something so stupid?” 

“I know, it reminds me of when this girl tried to gift you an entire boatload of roses for Valentines Day to date you.”  

“Don’t try to remind me. It happens every Valentine's Day and I want it to stop, but I can’t say no to them. They put effort into getting those and it would be rude to say no.” 

“It really wouldn’t. Just tell me who’s harassing you and I’ll brawl ,” you stated, whispering the last word while bumping your fists together, making her giggle. 

“Alright, alright.” she chuckled, pushing your arm away, her thick metal band stinged your warm skin. As you guys talked, it watched. Far away and on top of a water tank, it watched, observing your every move with its amber eyes. For now, it’d gathered all the information she needed and escaped into the early afternoon shadows.

The afternoon dusk slowly receded back, letting the early night overtake the sky and letting the beautiful blinding lights of Manhattan shine. Tonight is especially an important night, since it was the night of Casey’s hockey game. He’d been boasting about it for a while but this time, it was happening in real time in front of the entire school. Unfortunately, due to the crushing amount of schoolwork you had to complete and the whole vigilantism hour creeping soon, you couldn’t attend. Thankfully, Shreya was livestreaming the entire thing through her phone, as you scribbled away another science formula. 

You had to finish an entire worksheet, comprised of six pages, all in one night prepared for next week o n top of editing an entire essay for your humanities class for Wednesday next week. You were adamant on studying and overall working on the weekends, but with the way things were unravelling, it seemed like that would be the outcome. 

A ping from your phone sent you scrambling for it, careful not to tip over your drink that was already watered down. It was another text from Leonardo, the ‘ninja-turtle’ cosplayer. 

da vinci man:

Hey Y/N, it’s me. 

y/n:

uhh who?

da vinci man:

It’s me, Leonardo. You don’t remember? 

y/n:

oh no i remember.

im just messing with you

:) 

da vinci man:

Oh. Really?

y/n:

yeah lol

what’s up?

da vinci man:

Nothing much, I just got back from having to scold my brothers. Again.

y/n:

wait you have brothers?

da vinci man:

Yeah. 

I have three brothers. 

y/n:

damn, that’s a lot

i only have one sibling

da vinci man:

Oh, what’s their name? 

y/n:

maise. she’s at college tho.

she used to irritate me a lot but now i miss her

da vinci man:

Ha. I know that feeling a lot. Trust me. 

It’s annoying having to handle my brothers all the time too. 

y/n:

yeah but at least i get a break every once in a while

you get those right?

leo

leo you’re being way too quiet 

da vinci man:

Sorry, yeah! Of course I do!

y/n:

you’re an awful liar 

ok meet me at the park near Barker street

meet you there

da vinci man:

What?

That’s all Leonardo could type. As he stared at the text, blinking periodically trying to process what he’d j ust agreed to. He sighed, clutching his T-Phone and leant against the wall. Hopping out of bed, he grabbed his katanas, sheathing them back into their holders and put on one of the hoodies that you gave him, one with a bluebell and purple lilac sewn on the sleeve cuffs. Before he could walk out, he opened the door to find Raph, leaning against the frame on his hip. 

“Where are you going?” he questioned, attitude laced in his tone. 

“On patrol,” he stated, passing by him and walking out. 

“Alright, another one,” Raph sighed, clutching onto his sais.  

“No, I’m going alone for this one.” 

“Alone? Why?” 

“Because it’s important. If Mikey or Donnie need anything, just use the T-Phone.” Leo said, pointing to his T-Phone before rushing out, leaving a confused Raphael. 

Lifting off the cover, Leonardo snuck out of it, leaping onto the fire escape and climbing to the rooftops. He kept running, leaping from roof to roof and feeling the crisp air flow through his body; the sweet smell of fresh air still invigorated him like it did a few months ago when he first went up to the surface. That moment keeps playing in Leonardo’s head, relooping with the memories and feelings; all of this unknown that surprises him to this day. 

He then felt the sudden lack of ground and the increasingly worrying amount of falling and with a crash into a dumpster, he’d realised he had fallen. Embarrassment stained his face, as he could hear the scuttling footsteps approach his spot. 

“That’s a way to make an impression, Blue.” you snickered, offering your hand towards him to which he grabbed, pulling him out of the dumpster. As you placed him back up his feet, you gave him a sweet smile towards him as he awkwardly rubbed his neck.

“What are we doing here, man? ” 

“I’m giving you this,” you said, ignoring his awkward comment and dug through your bag, handing him a soda, a generic one you picked up from the convenience store. You shook the drink, signalling him to take the drink but he shook his head. 

“Oh no thank you.” 

“Do you not drink soda?” you asked, 

“Yeah, I don’t. It’ll ruin my physique .” 

“Ruin your physique? Okay, I believe you.” you chuckled, packing the drink back into your bag and hoisted it back onto your back. Glancing over towards the middle of the park, you saw a small yellow swing with two seats swaying slightly in the wind. You nodded your head towards the swing and sped towards one of the seats, motioning Leo to come along. 

“Come on! Swing with me.” 

“Why?” 

“Since you mentioned that you haven’t taken a break-”

“I never said that.”

“You did, not verbally but you did. Anyway, I wanted to introduce you to something that I do on my breaks that calm me down. Which is swinging. Do you do meditation?” 

“Yes,” he answered, sitting down on the opposing swing and almost falling on the ground if it weren’t for you catching him by the arm. “I do meditation with my sensei-” 

“You have a sensei?” 

“Yeah, he teaches me ninjutsu and meditation.” 

“Cool,” you said, pushing off of the ground and swaying back and forth. “Well, swinging is similar to meditation to me. When you sway, you can feel the worries melt from your mind.” 

Leo clutched onto the chains, pushing off the ground hard and tucking his legs in, letting him swing far and making his eyes widen in shock. You smiled, watching him react so newly to a swing, as he came back to his original position.  

“So?” 

“That was… new. I’m not trying that again.” 

“That’s because you pushed too hard, push it with less force. Like this,” you said, pushing off the ground and letting yourself swing back and forth, watching as Leo matched your actions with utmost attention and determination. You both swung together, almost in sync as you slowly took deep breaths in. The surroundings began to blur together, as a tiny spark of tranquillity rested in your ears with ease.

You halted your feet into the ground, stopping and turning towards Leo, who had a calm expression on his face. “So? Relaxing right?”

“I agree. Relaxing indeed.”

“So, your brothers. Tell me about them.” 

“Well, I have three. There’s Raph, he’s mostly a hothead. There’s Donnie, he’s a tech whiz and there’s Mikey, he’s the party dude.” 

“Wow, your brothers seem nice. I hope I can meet them someday.” 

“Yeah, while they get on my nerves, I still appreciate them.” 

“What about you?” 

“Well, I’m the leader.” he stated. 

You stared at him with confusion. “Okay, and?” 

“What?” 

“You’re a leader. That’s a role, not who you are. Who are you?” 

Leo paused, thinking about what you just said. He tried to scavenge something, something to say so he didn’t look like a complete fool. But he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, nothing came up. Simply the word leader. Because that’s what Leo was. A leader. Nothing more and nothing less. 

“I… don’t know.” was all he could say. 

“Alright.” you said, staring at him with sincere eyes. As you kept swinging, Leo kept staring into oblivion. You knew he needed some time to himself and you were more than willing to give him that. It was a sweet moment of silence; something midnights are well-known for. 

A ringing echoed from Leo’s phone which halted you in your tracks. He picked it up, and placed it to his ear. You could hear an angry voice on the other side spouting something about a Krang invasion near the power plant but Leo muffled it with his hand, hopefully what you made out made sense. 

“Sorry, I’ve gotta go. I have to go… water my orchid.” 

“No, it’s fine. I understand.” you nodded, watching as he nodded back and ran away into the night. You knew immediately what you heard was a lie.

So, why not go see what he’s so caught up with? 

So, why not go see what he’s so caught up with? 

[starligtgalaxy]

Chapter 04: Jealous, Jealous Boy

(Y/n) walk through the curtains to the backstage.

"(Y/n)!" Multiple voices greet her, few of the people approach her. A guy with dark hair and golden eyes holds her in a headlock while ruffling her hair.

"Come on, Jintong! I just brushed it" (Y/n) complains, trying to push his hand away. Getting a chuckle from her co-worker.

He lets go as a girl walks to them. "Leave the poor girl alone. Anyways (Y/n)," she turns to the (h/c)nette, holding up a phone.

"Zhan just called in, she said she can't be here today, due to being ill." She says "so guess what"

(Y/n) sighs in defeat "Please don't tell me that I have to cover for her...again" she mutters, almost begging.

"You already know the answer for that. You know the whole play from the back off your hand, I know you can do it" Yunü tries to reasures, but it mostly falls flat.

"I'll do it, I will be there after I done doing my tasks." (Y/n) says, before grabbing a nearby broom and walks off. 'Why is it always her, is she doing this on purpose?'

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

"A play? I thought we are gonna to watch a movie at the cinema" Mk whines, crossing his arms.

"Oh come on, Mk. It's a play about Monkey King anyway, so stop complaining" Mei replays, slightly scowling.

"What can I get you two?" The older man behind the counter chimes, a friendly smile on his face.

"Some gummies and some iced tea" Mei orders, she turns to Mk. Silently asking him what he wants.

"Soda..." Mk mumbles, pouting like a child.The man chuckles, pulling the gummies out of a box. "You remind me of my niece. She gets whiney when something happened that she doesn't like"

"Well Mk, guess you're getting a new friend" Mei says, a big grin on her face. Mk glaring at her.

"Well she's about your age and she is gonna perform over a few minutes. You two should get going or you'll miss it" The man finishes, putting the iced tea and Soda on the counter infront of them.

"Right" Mei slaps some cash on the counter, grabbing the gummies and drinks. She walks to the theatre room, dragging the manchild behind her.

They sit down in a middle row, there wasn't a lot of people. Mei looks at her friend to find him still pouting, she sighs "Are you salty that you got bullied by that spider person?"

"What!? no- why would I be bothered by some stupid spiders!" Mk yells, waving his arms.

Mei shakes her head, giving up trying to reason with the boy.

The show starts, someone dressed as Monkey King jump on stage. Swinging the DIY staff around, he knocks nearby props down.

A figure resembling the Jade Emporer steps onto the stage, he points to the 'monkey'. Two Celestial guards appear behind Sun Wukong and grab him, taking him out of sight.

The curtains quickly closes and opens. 'Monkey king' was underneath a cartboard cut out of my mountain, looking pretty bored.

A minute goes by, nothing happens. The actor turns his head to look behind stage with a confused expression.

A light on the right side of the stage turns. Onto the stage walks a girl wearing all white, holding a small vase with a flower in it.

Mk's eyes widen at her appearance.

Her soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, her shining (e/c) that could be mistaken for diamonds. Her flawless skin and those pretty li-

"Earth to Mk" Mei whispers, waving her hand infront of him, snapping Mk out of his little daze.

"What, huh?"

"You were spacing out. You good man?" Mei raises an eyebrow.

"Yup, totally!"

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I had to cut 290 words cause of the limit. My apologies if Mk and/or Mei are OOC (out of character)

I'll soon be introducing a foe from the spiderman francise.

I'm surprised that chapter 2 blew up

Anyways have a nice day/night <3

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Made of Steele - Chapter 14

*Warning: Adult Content*

- KIT -

The moment I saw the street that Jamie pulled up to, I knew who's party we were going to.

For the past two years, I have tried to make myself a better person, to live a better life, to stay as far away as possible from anything that might set me back but in the end, I knew that she'd always find me.

"How do you both know each other?" Hannah, Jamie's ex asks, as she looks between Leah and I.

'Leah... just what the hell is she playing at?'

"We used to date," Leah said, smiling sweetly, her eyes on me and then shifting to Jamie. "We're childhood sweethearts turned 'just friends'..." she said, almost tauntingly. "Right, Kit?"

I felt sick, so sick and so angry that all I could do was to clench my fists from lashing out at her for how messed up this was.

Jamie looked uncomfortable and with it came the sickening feeling in the put of my stomach, knowing that the longer I stay here, the more questions will arise and the more Leah will most likely taunt me.

"That's funny, he didn't mention you," Jamie said, surprising me and Leah, as we both turn to look at him.

The space between us had shifted into total silence, the only sound coming from the party as the air between us suddenly thickened with growing tension between everyone.

"Oh and by the way, someone's puking on your lawn," he said, impulsively, before grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me along with him, past Leah and Hannah.

Jamie dragged me until I couldn't see Leah's stone-cold face anymore, as we went into the house that has only haunted my dreams for the past two years, the house I vowed to never go back into again.

As we got to a quiet part of the house, Jamie turned to me and looked at me, like he was trying to figure me out.

"Jamie, I..."

"You don't have to explain anything to me," he sighed, crossing his arms, looking at my face. "Do you want to leave?"

Leave? I wanted to burn the house down or better yet, to set myself of fire, so that I'd never see this place again.

"We can stay but it's just Leah and I... It's complicated," I swallowed hard, as his eyes glued to mine.

He snorted, just as a drunk girl stumbled to where we were and then sunk to the floor, her heels too big for her feet and her short tight dress stained with the smell of alcohol.

Both sighing, we bent down in union and helped the girl up.

"We should call her a cab."

I nodded my head as did Jamie.

We walked with the girl, who looked like she was just a freshman, out of the house, passing intoxicated, drunk and airy teenagers as we eventually made it back to the front of the house.

The girl was barely conscious and trying to open her eyes and just like that, sour memories from the past creeped in from the deep, dark and small box I locked them in.​

Flashback​

"Come on Kit, it's just a line," Leah said, before bending down, covering a side of her nose and sniffing the white powder. "The party is just getting started, don't let it go to waste."

Amber looked at me and with her eyes telling me that she was desperately wanting to leave and for me to go with her but I could not just go, not without Leah, not while we were currently crashing a college party.

"Don't rush me," I rolled my eyes, before bending down and inhaled the line through my nose.

The intense burning, I felt in my nose was something that I never wanted to experience again but soon after, I felt a buzz that made me forget that feeling, as I watched Leah make another perfect line.

"We should go you guys, if we're caught doing this..." Amber mumbled nervously, looking at both Leah and I as her eyes kept going towards the bathroom door.

"Amber, you need to lighten up, seriously," Leah rolled her eyes. "We're at a college party, this is what you do to fit in."

With that, Amber did not say another word as Leah handed her a bottle of beer she had gotten from the kitchen before we went to the bathroom.

"Drink this, it might just make you lighten up a little," she laughed, as Amber slowly put the bottle to her lips, then took a drink.

"I'm cool, I just don't want to get arrested tonight," she hit back, making me smile as Leah laughed.

Once we were finished in the bathroom, we all went back to the party to join the rest of our friends, the party was like nothing I had ever been to before, I couldn't remember the last time I had this much fun at a party until now.

I had found an empty bedroom upstairs and with me was Leah and another girl she had met at the party, together they had crawled on the bed with me and then they started to take their clothes off, slowly, one by one.

The room felt ho, but the moment I felt hands on my chest and stomach, it was like every hot part of my body turned cold, it was a mixture of heaven and hell as the soft touch of both the girls' lips started to kiss me.

We touched, kissed and had passionate, messy and rough sex.

Leah had never looked more attractive as she made out with the girl whose name I didn't even know and a part of me didn't care.

I was in love, right there, as I watched my girlfriend stick her tongue down someone else's throat, yet, with her eyes only on me.

The rest of the time we spent in the bedroom went by in a blur, eventually it was time to leave as I didn't know the time but by the colour of the sky I'd say my parents were going to get ready to send the police to look for me.

I was already on my parent's shit list, another problem and there goes my trust fund and that was something I wasn't going to risk.

"Who's going to drive?" Leah slurred, as she leaned on Amber, who was barely keeping herself standing up right.

With neither one of them able to properly stand and my place being the closest out of us three, I took the keys from Leah and opened the car.

Everything was a blur, I felt like I needed to throw up and with every second I drove on the road, was a second, I felt like I was missing, as each second that passed me was like a second, I couldn't remember.

I was drunk and I could see three of everything in front of me, luckily, there were no cars at the time in the morning and I knew that if I drove slowly, just like last time, I could make it, just like last time, without anybody finding out.

Yet something happened that I never saw coming.

A flash of orange flew past the car and hit us, making me accidently shift the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve and roll over as whatever hit us sends up rolling down the road.

My life flashed before my eyes and each time the car rolled it felt as though every bone in my body was being torn up, my I could taste blood in my mouth and before I knew it, the car stopped moving.

The last thing I saw before I passed out was the flashing of lights, then as though I had skipped time, a lifeless body being pulled out of the ca, and just like that, I knew my world was going to change forever.

End of Flashback

That was the worst day of my life and since then, I'd never touched alcohol, drugs or went even close to a party again.

What would Jamie think if he found out about what I did?

If not for my parents' wealth and favours, I would be in jail right now, with charges that could make it, so I'd never see the light of day, at-least not for a few years.

I should be in jail, I know I should be and every day I open my eyes, there's not a single moment I don't think about that night and wish that I could change the outcome and make it so it never happened.

There's a reason Leah found Hannah, she liked women but not once had she shown enough interest to date one, no... I knew Leah better than anyone.

She had found me and had targeted Hannah because she wanted to make me suffer along with her.

Leah doesn't want me to be happy.

And a part of me thinks that she's right, after-all, I had...

"A cab will be here in three minutes..." Jamie interrupted my thoughts, making me look at him.

I was sat on the ground with the girl, who had fallen asleep on my shoulder, with Jamie's jumper wrapped around the front of her chest to keep her warm.

"Do you think she'll mind if I go into her purse?" he asks, bending down, a frown on his face as he looks the girl over. "She's totally out of it."

Suddenly, a girl's voice behind us, startles Jamie and I and makes us turn around to see a girl calling out a name, coming towards us, until she is bending down next to the girl who was fast asleep on my arm.

"Oh my God, Charlie," the girl cries out in relief, moving the hair from her passed out friends face before she looked at Jamie and I, an angry glint in her eye. "What the hell have you done to my friend?"

I stand up as Jamie and I help up the girl.

"We found her like this, I just called her a cab," Jamie said, sighing at the girl's friend, who was looking at both of us warily. "Should you even be here? You're both look fucking underaged," he hissed out, making the girl pale as she reached for her friend.

"It's... It's none of your business," she stutters, as Jamie glared down at her.

"You made it my business when your friend passed out at my feet. You're lucky I didn't call the police on both of you," he snaps, just as a cab pulled up beside the curb in front of us.

Jamie and I help the almost conscious girl inside the cab, as her friend gets in on the other side to sit with her friend on the backseat of the cab.

I had never seen Jamie so angry and as I watched him scold the young girl and her friend who had opened her eyes in the backseat of the cab, all I could think of was how amazing Jamie was and just how much I liked him.

Giving the cab driver some cash, Jamie shut the back door and with that, the cab drives off, the two young girls on route to home.

"That pisses me off," he hissed under his breath, with a deep sigh before he looked at me. "Want to get out of here?" he asks, as he looks behind me at the party going full swing, a grimace on his face.

I could not help but laugh and nod my head, despite feeling like crying, just because of Jamie being Jamie, I felt much better again, from a simple few words from his sexy, kissable and pretty lips.

"Yeah, let's get out of here."

There was nothing I wanted more.

Jamie took my hand and we both walked down the sidewalk to where Jamie had parked his car and with each step, I see a familiar face flash before my eyes and with it, Jamie's face, as his words ring in my ear.

'This party sucks.'

And it did... it really did. 

[rafescoke]

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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#Part 2

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you! 

p.s, my request box is always open! go ahead and drop any ideas bae

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world. 

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life. 

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him. 

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again. 

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view. 

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’. 

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers. 

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously. 

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,��� he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut. 

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach. 

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N). 

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week. 

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side. 

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What's My Name? (M) || Jaehyun

“Say it again, who’s making you feel so good?”

Jaehyun and you have broken up a few weeks ago. But then he finds out you had a fling with Johnny, and he's not amused.

Warnings: fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, cursing and just Jaehyun being a jealous dipshit ex-bf

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Jaehyun didn’t knock on your door, because he was pissed as hell. He just stormed into your room and found a shocked you sitting at her desk, reading peacefully. Luckily, you still had your clothes on, he thought. Or had you just dressed yourself very fast?

“Jaehyun!” you exclaimed in surprise as you arose from your seat and let the book fall on the table top. “What are you doing here?”

Yeah, what was he doing here? He hadn't prepared words or anything. He had just been led by his feelings after he got the news that his friend would come over to your place. Feelings which contained anger, jealousy and something so familiarly warm as he looked at you that he was lost for words.

“What was he doing here?” Jaehyun just asked bluntly.

“Pardon me?” you returned, obviously confused. “Who?”

“Johnny. What was Johnny doing here?”

You shook your head. “How do you even know that he was here?”

“Answer me.” This was an order.

You sighed and your face expression only showed disappointment when you looked at him. “You shouldn’t be here, Jaehyun.”

“Y/n, don’t avoid my question. What was Johnny doing here?”

“This is none of your business, okay?” You wanted to sound angry, but your answer was nothing more than a just whisper. “Please, Jaehyun... You were the one who left me because you wanted to see more of the world, or in my words, because you wanted to fuck around. So please, just leave now.”

Your heart tightened so much that all the pain you had tried to suppress crashed down on you at once. You couldn’t endure his presence anymore and especially not that handsome face and body of his which you used to be physically close to so many times.

You couldn’t have him anymore, and the pain almost ripped you apart when he was standing right in front of you. When he left you, you had agreed on never crossing each other’s paths again, but here he was, bringing back all the memories.

“Have you had sex with him just now?” Jaehyun asked with a meaningless expression on his face.

“What?!”

“You heard me. How many times did you do it? Were you doing it with him when you were with me? Was he better than me?”

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead you blushed first until you found the right words. “Excuse me?! It was you who didn’t want to be with me anymore, Jaehyun. I was so in love with you, but you have decided you didn’t want to be tied down to one girl only. So again, this is none of your business!”

“But it is my business when it happened during the time when we were together!”

You buried your face in your hands to hide your flushed cheeks. “Please, just leave, Jaehyun. I can't do this.”

But instead, you could feel him approaching you, grabbing your wrists to expose your face which was mirroring embarrassment and shyness. You instantly looked away.

“Liar." He smirked. “You don’t want me to leave.”

With these words, he leaned in to you, touched your chin with his thumb and index finger to lift your head up, and kissed you. First, he just pecked your lips in a tender manner, testing the waters, but when you didn’t push him away directly, he brought his hand to your neck to pull you closer to him.

You didn’t know what exactly was happening when you felt Jaehyun’s soft lips on yours. Wasn’t he supposed to leave? Wasn't he supposed to tell you that you stood no chance to be with him anymore, because he just didn’t do relationships? Instead, he gave you hope all over again.

Jaehyun knew that he was supposed to leave... now. But he didn't. He just stood there, feeling entirely happy when you finally kissed him back. There were two reactions he had expected: You would either push him away or... this. And honestly, he had wished for it to be the latter. Despite all the hurtful things he had told you the last time you saw each other.

This was against his life plans, against his priorities. But Jaehyun himself just knew that he wanted you. And that he didn’t want to let you go ever again, especially not to another guy. It was then when he realized that letting you go was probably the biggest mistake he had made in his young life so far.

Without parting your lips, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist while he caught you by your bum, holding you tightly. Shifting around, you approached the bed where he then softly placed you onto the mattress. His fingers stroked your cheek as he planted a kiss on your nose, looking into your eyes with a slight smile before he began to kiss the side of your neck.

You didn’t want to make the first move to the next step. If you would and he didn’t want to go further, you’d just make a fool of yourself. But Jaehyun just made the first move to the next step himself.

His hands vanished under your shirt, making their way up with the light fabric between his fingers, then taking it off entirely. You wouldn’t ask anything anymore. Even if this was only a one time thing, if it made you that happy only for a few moments after sorrowful past weeks, then you were willing to take everything that came after.

“I missed... this... so much...” he murmured against our skin when he kissed down to your cleavage.

“Me too...”

Taking off your bra with one fluid motion, Jaehyun wanted to work on your breasts when he suddenly stopped.

You got scared that he’d interrupt everything he had just begun and just walk out of the door, but the thought was pushed aside quickly when he laid his mouth on your left nipple, cupping it with his wet lips.

“Did he do this to you too?” Jaehyun suddenly asked, pulling on your sensitive tip with his teeth.

“Ah!" you yelped. “Wha—“

Why on earth was he now bringing up Johnny again?!

“Apparently not. Good.”

He grinned before he left butterfly kisses on the breast he had just bruised like he wanted to apologize, making you shiver in pleasure. Rubbing his thumb around the right peak, he was grinding against your hips. You quickly got wet all over before he suddenly grabbed your other breast tightly, crushing his lips onto it like he had just discovered something he had never seen before.

“Jaehyun!” you squealed.

It wasn’t painful at all for you, it was only surprising. But he just smirked against your skin, moving his tongue around your nipple, sucking and licking on it.

“Who am I?” he suddenly asked, bringing his head back up to your face again.

“What?” you breathed.

“What's my name?”

“Jae... hyun...?” It was more of a question than a confident answer.

“Yes, and I am the one who is doing this to you. The only one. Don’t you dare to forget it.”

“Jaehyun, are you...?!”

But you didn’t need to speak it out. You knew it and he knew as well. Mischievous Jaehyun was playing with you because he was jealous of Johnny. You had finally seen through his facade.

He unbuttoned your pants, removing them along with your panties before undressing himself entirely and tossing all clothes aside. Jaehyun then pressed his length against your entrance as he laid himself back on top of you, sliding his hard-on up and down your folds. A grin appeared on his face as he felt you dripping wet from his movements.

“I’m not even in you yet," he teased.

“Shut up.”

He played with streaks of your hair, making sure every inch of your face was touched by his lips before he went down to your neck, his hips still rocking with yours as quiet moans fell from between your lips, but he was reluctant to fill you all up.

Jaehyun was punishing you for being with Johnny, you now knew. Screw morals, you wanted revenge. So you pushed him away and pinned him down on the bed before you seated yourself on his lap. His length was standing up in his full girth right in front of you.

An evil grin grew on your face. “You’re punishing me? Then I want revenge.”

“Shit," Jaehyun cursed as you went down on him, embracing his dick with both of your hands, dragging them down slowly.

“I wasn’t the one who was sleeping with Johnny," he panted mid-motion.

But you ignored his childish remark. You put your mouth on the top of his length, licking the tip in rotary movements like a lollipop, and Jaehyun just started swearing between his gasps as his breath came in hitches.

You opened your eyes to take a look at him before your tongue found its way to the base, then dragged all the way up to the tip again. You enjoyed seeing him getting exposed like this with his arm on his forehead, his bangs glued on his temples with sweat while his other hand rested on his chest which was heaving up and down in an irregular rhythm.

You grinned inwardly and comprised the upper part of his dick with your mouth wide open, taking him by surprise.

“Fuck!”

Jaehyun began to thrust upwards, pushing his member into your mouth uncontrollably. You sucked and licked on the tip, teasing him a little before you pushed his full length into your throat as far as you could. Then, you bobbed your head up and down, each time probably a little further than before. You had never had him so deep inside your mouth before, and he knew.

“Did Johnny teach you this?” he then asked, and you rolled your eyes.

You brought her head up, leaving him there, unsatisfied with a craving like he had been abstinent for a whole year.

“Shut up now, Jaehyun!”

“Heck, why—“

But Jaehyun’s whining was cut off by the feeling of wetness and tightness around his length. You sunk down on him, slowly adjusting to his girth after such a long time. He held onto your hips with both hands, grabbing them tightly as you began to rock your hips back and forth, your upper body following wavy movements.

Jaehyun had almost forgotten how hot sex with you had always been during your time apart in the past weeks. He had almost forgotten how much pleasure you gave him just by looking at you, and above all, he had almost forgotten how beautiful you were. And he didn’t mean it in the content of sex only.

Why had his eyes just opened now? Why hadn't he seen earlier what was right in front of him the whole time? He didn’t need anyone else. No matter how many girls he fucked, he would always only want and need you.

You leaned back, bringing yourself up just to slide down on him again and again while Jaehyun simultaneously thrusted upwards into you, but not with his full strength yet, and you knew it. He was still teasing you.

“Jaehyun," you cried out his name, desperately bouncing up and down on him, searching for the pleasure which was slowly turning you impatient.

“Kiss me now," he demanded.

When you didn’t make a move to, he stood his knees up, letting you fall on top of him with a little squeal. Chest on chest, body on body, he made sure that you wouldn’t withdraw again.

He grabbed the back of your head and crushed his lips back onto yours after having pulled you down to him. While you were occupied with kissing, Jaehyun brought his hips up with a hard thrust, causing you to gasp against his lips, and he smiled into the next kiss.

With another strong thrust which filled you up to the brim, he knocked the air out of your lungs and your face landed on his right shoulder, desperately breathing for air. He did it several times more, and every time, your voice would get a little higher and your breathing a little faster.

You held onto his shoulders, hearing him chuckle as he thrusted into you with full force now. It was so good from this angle that you didn’t stop trembling and clenched your fingers into his skin even harder.

“I bet Johnny never did this to you.”

“Stop talking about him now, goddammit!” You rolled her eyes and bit into his shoulder for revenge.

“Ouch! Fine, stop!”

He interrupted his movements and you whimpered.

“Please...” you begged.

“Tell me...” He brought his hips forward, hitting you at the right angle inside.

“Wha—ooohhh...”

“Who is...”

Another thrust hit a sweet spot inside of you again. You scratched his shoulders, burying your face in the pillow to scream into it.

“... better?”

He pulled out of you, and just the head of his member remained inside.

“Aaaah...”

So close. You were so close.

“Wrong answer.”

You felt him pulling out almost fully. No, no, no, he couldn’t do that.

“Tell me, who’s making you feel so good?”

“Jaehyun!” you screamed, and he stopped.

“What?” he teased, not making a move to push into you again. "Whose name did you just say?"

“Jaehyun! For fucks sake, you, you you! YOU are better than him! ONLY YOU!” you finally screamed. “Jaehyun!”

He then slid into you again, hard, and a gasp escaped your mouth as you threw your head aside in pleasure.

“I haven’t heard. Who?!”

“You!”

“Who am I?”

“Jaehyun!... You are... aaahhh... Jaehyun... ”

“Say it again, who’s making you feel so good? Who’s fucking you so good now?”

Now, he thrusted into you so hard that only a few more pushes were enough to send you over the edge.

"What's my name?!"

“JAEHYUNJAEHYUNJAEHYUNJAEHYUN!!!!!”

Your mouth was formed to a silent scream as you dug your nails into his skin when the overwhelming feeling shot through your body. You were soaking and pressed your opened mouth on Jaehyun’s shoulder, keeping your eyes shut when the pleasurable spasms took control of your body.

Jaehyun was holding you tightly during your climax, your walls tightening around him and nearly pushing him out of you. His arms rested on your back, giving you a reassuring feeling while he kissed your temple, your head still dizzy.

Jaehyun smiled at you and rolled on top without pulling out. Well, it was his turn now.

“Let me finish this," he said as he started to thrust into you again, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Did you mean it?” he then asked, continuing his pace.

“What?” you breathed.

“That I’m better than him.”

“Yes.”

There was no need to be embarrassed about your remaining feelings anymore, because Jaehyun still felt the same way. You could tell by his smile and the happiness which was reflected in his eyes.

“Well, I’ll still prove it to you.”

That fucker.