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[blueheron15]

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[yeahxsurexokay13]

wrong guy, lando norris

summary: fans think yn is dating max, but they've got the wrong guy [bsf!reader]

been a min since i posted! honestly, these just take me way too long and i usually end up abandoning them because i start hating them halfway through from overthinking lol. hope you enjoy this one though (: xx

y/n.y/l 📍 Ibiza, Spain

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y/n.y/l we only argued 3 times, cried 2, and got lost 1 (personal record)

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user9 right so who argued? who cried? and most importantly whO IS THE SHADOW?

user14 can we talk about how u're LITERALLY glowing in that first pic? u look so happy, girl!!

user20 the vibes on this dump… rich people's holidays just hit different.

iamrebeccad ✓ Beautiful girl 😍

y/n.y/l 🫶🏼 miss youu!!

user4 “cried 2 times” is actually impressive ♥︎ by author

user55 lando and max just casually being brothers in the fourth pic 😩❤️

user81 that shot is just *chef’s kiss*!!!! Glad we can always count on this queen for hq content

user63 Okay so I’ve been staring at this shadow pic for like 10 minutes, and I can’t figure it out…

user33 my money’s on max bc that hug pic of them earlier too… feels very coupley.

user63 idk friends to lovers agenda thriving tho

user3 Max and Lando with the face masks are killing me 😂 ♥︎ by author

user6 max or lando? place your bets now. i’m team max but i’ll die on this hill if i'm wrong

user2 which you are, because it’s definitely Lando

user8 guys they’ve literally known each other since forever and go on these friends holidays all the time lmao this is just FRIENDSHIP GOALS. stop romanticising everything!!!

user24 then explain the head kiss?

user8 friendly head kisses???

user24 friendly kisses?? in this economy? be serious. that’s couple behaviour

user12 smells like a third wheel in here…

y/n.y/l sorry, that's just me. i am the third wheel🙋🏼‍♀️

user13 she really said 'stop shipping me with my best friends' lol

user44 max and lando with the face masks in the water might be my new favourite photo of all time

user16 ngl that's not bad statistics for a week long trip ♥︎ by author

user11 If it’s Max, I’ll cry. If it’s Lando, I’ll cry harder. If it’s neither, I don’t know what I’ll do.

user18 i’ve been following these three for years and i’m still trying to figure out if that last slide is supposed to be romantic or not….? HELP I AM SO CONFUSED

user22 what book is that? i need recommendations!!

y/n.y/l just for the summer!!! LOVED it x

user10 i can’t believe she was so chill about posting thAT LAST PIC!??!! miss y/l!!! SPILL NOW

maxfewtrell ✓ Why are you saying 'we'? Pretty sure you were the one who did all of those

landonorris ✓ classic move, shifting the blame

y/n.y/l @/landonorris @/maxfewtrell the getting lost part was definitely a team effort

user1 I need to go on a trip with friends like this ♥︎ by author

user5 being that close to lando AND max and surviving the friendship without catching feelings was too good to be true let's be honest

pietra.pilao 😍😍

y/n.y/l 💞💞

user7 so when’s the next ‘friends holiday'? asking for a friend (me)

15 August 2024

maxfewtrell ✓

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maxfewtrell The real girlfriend reveal, for the record 🫡

👤 pietra.pilao

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user1 WAIT WHAT

user6 so it really wasn’t Y/n??

pietra.pilao ❤️❤️ ♥︎ by author

user4 omg she's the girl who commented on yn's holiday dump!!!

user3 We owe Max and his gf an apology 😭 She’s stunning, btw

user2 omg u two are so cuteeeeeeee! happy for u max :)

user5 your gf is so pretty 😭😭😭

y/n.y/l P!!!! 💕💕

y/n.y/l you two make a better couple than you and I ever would anyway 😂 ♥︎ by author

user9 WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS EARLIER?! we’ve been spiralling for WEEKS

user12 actually he's been saying it from the beginning. we just didn't want to listen 😂😂

user8 max: “here’s my gf. leave me out of y/n’s business”

user12 OK but pietra is STUNNING!! Max, you’ve been hiding her for how long?!

user7 the way he had to clarify this because of us is actually hilarious. sorry, Max.

user11 OMG I feel so dumb now we really had y/n in a whole relationship she wasn’t even in 😭

29 August 2024

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l outtakes from ai·bee·thuh

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user1 AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!?? MYSTERY SOLVED IG

user12 I THINK THIS MIGHT BE THE GREATEST THING TO HAPPEN TO MY FEED THIS YEAR I AM NOT EVEN JOKING

maxfewtrell ✓ So Lando gets the cute video and I get the passed out in the car pic? Playing favourites, I see. Noted.

user8 Max calling out Y/n for favoritism is peak sibling energy

user33 i can't believe we were full on shipping them not even a week ago omg

maxfewtrell ✓ Also, can everyone stop tagging me in that shadow pic now? Like, I’m good, it’s definitely not me 😅 ♥︎ by author

user11 pietra honestly deserves a medal for surviving this holiday with these three omg

user17 GUYS I WAS ALREADY PRETTY SHOCKED AT LANDO'S VIDEO BLOWING A KISS I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I HAD COMING

pietra.pilao Special week 🤍 ♥︎ by author

user81 the lift photo with the McDonald’s bag is so relatable. even on a fancy holiday, you gotta have your nuggets ♥︎ by author

user25 turns out Max wasn't lying when he said y/n wasn’t his headache... lando’s the lucky one 😂

user10 and y/n and pietra? they do ✨besties ✨ better than anyone ♥︎ by author

user19 can we get a ‘whoops, my bad’ from the ppl who saw them in Ibiza and STILL missed the fact that Pietra was there?

user2 they literally had a front row seat to the full gossip and still didn’t catch on !!!!! like hELLO? u had one job

user14 THE SOFT LAUNCH TURNED INTO A HARD LAUNCH REAL QUICK I AM SHOOK

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ Ahhh loveeee 🩷🩷 ♥︎ by author

user26 both boys punching above their weight fr. i said what i said.

francisca.cgomes ✓ ❤️❤️😍 ♥︎ by author

user16 The way Max is sleeping in that last pic has me wheezing ♥︎ by author

user3 lando is literally holding y/n like he’s never letting her go boy is WHIPPED

user29 WE'RE GOING TO SEE "LANDO NORRIS' PARTNER" UNDER YN'S NAME NOW WHEN SHE WATCHES FROM THE GARAGE what a time to be alive

user7 not the way y/n is casually posting a McDonald’s bag in a robe and THEN dropping the most beautiful couple pic with lando

user5 waIT SO THE BOY KISSING HER HEAD IN THE SHADOW PIC WAS LANDO??? WE WERE ALL WRONG. I NEED TO LIE DOWN.

maxfewtrell you know, it truly baffles me how this was barely even considered

y/n.y/l no one believed in me enough to be able to pull f1 race winner lando norris. humbling.

user20 YN I - 😭😭😭😭💀💀

user38 it was a couple’s holiday the whole time 😭😭 I need a moment to recover

user9 this fandom’s clownery knows no bounds istg.........

user21 not me crying over the hard launch of the year when I was just admiring Max’s sleeping face 5 seconds ago

user24 Ibiza really gave us everything: friendship goals, couple goals, and max in a food coma

user18 IT WAS LANDO KISSING HER HEAD. I feel so betrayed by my own theories and also pretty disappointed in myself i couldn't tell it was his shadow

landonorris ✓ I see you saved the best for last ��

y/n.y/l ☺️☺️

y/n.y/l omg guys i wasn’t being dry i just don’t know what else to say with all you watching 😭😭

1 September 2024

[deadghosy]

Hi im the annon Who asked for the Tom x best friend female reader, im fine with anything! What inspires you the most, i liked the same format as Mattheox best friend reader.

Thank you sorry english isnt my first language im not very good sorry! Hope you have a good day

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐁𝐒𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

A/N: It’s okay! Also hello anon, you have a good evening as well. here’s the request you wanted! 💗🫶🏾

Who’s the friend that always copy off the other: you

Who’s the friend who gives the answers when they are annoyed: Tom

Who’s the friend who is always the designated driver when the other is drunk: Tom

Who’s the friend that likes Karma: you and Tom.

Honestly my first headcannon I think that you two would be, is that you two would act as a couple to get free things. It was your idea 😭

Absolutely FOUL play when it comes to food when it’s for couples only. Tom would try to not be into your mess, but you got him into it anyways.

“We’re a couple!” “No we are no—" “yes. We are.” You said with a gritted smile, gripping his bicep which made him flinch. “We are a happy couple.” He says looking at the waiter who looked uncomfortable.

But one time at a party, he HIMSELF acted to be your boyfriend at a Slytherin party because of some douchebag making you uncomfortable. So with his presence he shut it down quickly.

He had told you that you owe him a new murder novel.

I headcannon he likes to study the mind of evil people and like murder novels. I find it so Tom core so you but him the newest addition out.

People think you’re so sweet and innocent. No. You’re an evil bitch and Tom likes that. You two are a messy duo. Always scathing people when they get on the wrong side of you two.

He most definitely has a soft spot for you since you are the closest friend he got.

Mattheo teases him that you will be his sister in law. Which makes a sibling fight break out. And now you have to break them apart

You probably try to tell him about dark romance books and he’s already gagging.

ROMANCE?? IN A DARK BOOK??? no. He’s not reading it.

[jacksabbotts]

spencer reid x fem!bsf!reader tw .' suggestive themes , nsfw ( mdi 18+ )

imagine spencer reid getting a boner after looking down your shirt at work

it would start with you sitting next to him on the jet during a normal briefing, tablet in hand. his brain would short circuit for a whole minute ( longer if he'd gotten a glimpse at the lacy blue bra you'd had on ) scratch that, of course he noticed and due to his eidetic memory, he would never forget it

you, however, you had gone and done it on purpose. you would lie and say that you just wanted to show him something in a crime scene photo but you had specifically been wearing his favorite color lingerie and a strategically chosen a white button up with the first two buttons undone in the hopes that he would notice

his whole face would probably turn redder than a tomato and he would have to physically tear his eyes away from your cleavage. it wouldn't even cross his mind that you had wanted him to see it, so he would spiral in to guilt for looking. he would label himself a creep and flush red for a whole other reason

the other reason being that he could feel the his slacks tightening in the area of his groin. his body had betrayed him in a monumental way. and what was even worse is that you were still sitting next to him. your thigh touching his ( dare you say innocently )

he'd apologize to you in his head seventeen different ways. each starting with 'im so sorry, its biological' and ending with 'please, don't stop being my friend'. not that he'd ever have the courage to even begin to broach this subject with you and even if he could, he'd couldn't lie to you

yes, his body was having an uncontrollable reaction to you but he couldn't lie to your face and that that was the only reason

he'd start trying to think of anything else, anything but the color of your bra and what it might look like on the floor of his bedroom. or what you might look like sans the white shirt and deep blue bralette—

no! reid, get yourself together. this is your best friend you are thinking about and she definitely doesn't deserve your perverse thoughts. think about schrödinger’s cat, the fibonacci sequence—

he couldn't even look at you right now. would he ever be able to look at you again? he couldn't last more than two minute without thinking about your face, how would he survive never seeing it again once you decided he was a pervert for looking down your shirt?

his slack were beginning to feel uncomfortable and it was still growing. he reached for his water bottle, bringing it to his lip. when did he get to thirsty? oh my god—

string theory, think of the periodic table, anything other than the curve of her—

'spence, are you ok?' you had interrupted his spiral when you placed your hand on his upper thigh, suspiciously close to his raging boner. the mere touch alone made him grow even more in size. it had also made him choke on his water

he coughed violently and you moved your hand to his back as he leaned forward. but the action, while in attempt to help him, only made him cough harder

'i’m—fine—i just… water went down the wrong pipe.'

you smirked and then returned your hand to his thigh. only this time you placed your hand higher, your thumb rubbed the inseam of his pants. and spencer reid never wanted to die and live at the same time

he stood abruptly. your hand fell from his leg and he fumbled his way around you, desperately trying not to touch you as he tried to get to the aisle. in hindsight he probably should have faced away from you while shimming past as you got a full view of his bulge he tried to so hard to hide

'restroom!' he squeaked and gave you no time to protest

he'd stare at himself in the mirror, bead of sweat beginning to form in his hair line, his glasses slightly fogging

this is fine, just gotta wait it out, spence. five to seven minutes. blood redistribution. standard physiological response. this is science, not—

buzzzzz

he froze and slowly but robotically ( praying it wasn't morgan texting him to say he'd seen spence's little huge problem ) after seeing who it was from, he took back his praying

he'd wished it was morgan, or hotch telling him he was fired for borderline sexual harassment. but he would never be so lucky. no, the text was from you. with bated breath he opened the message

lmk if you need any help with your little problem, spencey

wait, what?!

he swore his heart stopped right then and there. not only had you known about . . . but you were offering to help. his first instinct was to hurl the phone, as if it burned him. the second was to drop dead and hope that if there was some kind of afterlife that it would be kind to him. neither sounded very productive to him.

he leaned against the door and mumbled, 'i'm gonna die in this bathroom.'

THE END \ masterlist

[bubblegump-1-nk]

Like Real People Do

Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary: You and Mattheo have been best friends for as long as you can remember, and these feelings may no longer be platonic. But when someone else also realizes this, he will make decisions in a jealous rage that will forever change the dynamics you’ve known for ages.

- Ok so Ik I should be writing Theo’s portion of Promises Are Meant to be Broken but I’ve been randomly consumed with a Mattheo obsession and I NEED to write this, so please enjoy :)

~~~

“Hey Matty, can you pass the pumpkin juice please?” You asked the boy who was sitting across from you at the breakfast table, using the nickname he reserved solely for you.

“Of course, princess.” He responded, grabbing the bottle and serving it in your cup for you. You smiled at each other as he did so, appreciating how caring he always was of you.

“Does anybody know Snape’s middle name?” Enzo asked, piquing your interest.

“Um, why?” Theo responded, looking up from his plate for the first time since he sat down. He had attempted to make conversation with you, but you had been enthralled in a story Mattheo was telling and hadn’t noticed.

“No reason, just need it for something.” Enzo said, extremely suspiciously, causing the group to laugh.

“Ugh, I have to go. Flitwick needs me in class early today.” You said, looking down at your watch and remembering what the teacher had told you the day before.

“I still have no idea why you’re taking that class.” Pansy said, referring to the 7th year Charms class you were taking, regardless of being a 5th year.

“Because I’m advanced.” You said, smugly, causing her to stick her to tongue out at you.

“I’ll walk you!” Theo said, practically jumping from his seat before trying to recover and feign indifference.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said with a smile, packing up your stuff.

“See you lot later. And you owe me an ice cream!” You said, the last part specifically for Mattheo who had told you he would buy you ice cream if you helped him practice a new trick for Quidditch. He doesn’t know you would have done it even if there was no incentive, and you don’t know he asked you just so he could show off (he had already mastered the skill).

“It’s a date!” He called out as you walked away with Theo, causing you to giggle.

As you walked out of the Great Hall, you and Theo spoke of the Ravenclaw party this weekend, taking the usual path you two took every time you had Advanced Charms, since his class was right next to yours.

“So, how are you liking ghoul studies? Mattheo and I loved it when we took it last year.” You stated, changing the topic.

Theo’s jaw clenched. “It’s good, pretty interesting.” He said, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

“Oh that’s great! I was really hoping you’d say that because I’d have felt to bad if I forced you into a class you didn’t like.” You said sweetly, not picking up on his micro aggression.

“There’s never anything you could pick that I wouldn’t like.” Theo said, smiling down at you.

“That’s cause I’m an Angel.” You joked, as you separated from him to enter your room.

He smiled to himself as he watched you enter the room, meeting with a group of Hufflepuff girls. You were his Angel, despite his Atheistic beliefs.

~~~

As the school day finally came to a close, you were happy to finally be able to go to the common room and settle down with your friends. As you turned the corner, you heard Mattheo’s voice and immediately smiled, you had missed him throughout the day since your schedules barely aligned today. Except, your smile dropped as you heard a girl giggle at his words. You sneakily looked around the corner, and saw him talking to a Ravenclaw girl, looking all too cozy. She was pressed against the wall, and he was standing in front of her, his arm on the wall adjacent to the one she was leaning on. You grimaced, and you felt your stomach drop. How does he even know her? You asked yourself, wondering if he had told her a joke he had once told you to make her laugh. You forced yourself to detach from the wall, and took a different way to reach your common room.

Your feelings for Mattheo had grown even stronger in the past few months, but you were doing everything you could to push them away and pretend like they didn’t exist. Except, it was getting increasingly difficult to forget them since practically every girl at Hogwarts was throwing herself at him.

“Hey, I saved you this sugar quill.” Theo said, as you made you way to the couch your friend group had conquered in the Slytherin common room.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said smiling, taking it out of his hands and then rummaging through the giant candy pile on the coffee table to find a licorice wand.

You said down next to him on the couch, as you unwrapped the red candy. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that Mattheo would have saved you a blue one, knowing it was your favorite flavor.

“Can you help me on this.” Pansy asked, kneeling beside you, her head in her hands as she started down at her Divinations homework.

“Of course, but Draco you have to help me with my potions after.” You said, giving him a pointed look.

“Anything for the Slytherin princess.” He said, referring to you by the nickname the boys had given you due to your popularity among the boys at Hogwarts. You made a face at him because he knew you disliked the nickname (only slightly, but you had to at least pretend to be humble).

After a few hours, the candy on the table was mostly gone, and you were sprawled out on the couch, your head on Pansy’s lap and she braided your hair, engaging in the boys conversation about a fight that had happened recently.

“How rude to not have saved me any good candy.” Mattheo said, walking up to the couch, his satchel hanging loosely from his shoulder.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” You said, looking up at him.

“Happy to see me doll?” He asked, smirking down at you.

“Just surprised is all. You seemed pretty cosy with that Ravenclaw girl earlier.” You said, bitterly.

“You’re spying on me now?” He said, hoping you weren’t truly upset at him.

“Nope, you were just standing in the middle of the hallway.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Well you looked pretty cosy with Dean Thomas earlier.” He said defensively, the jealousy he had felt earlier rising again.

“We’re partners for a project!” You said, exasperated.

“Oh yeah? What’s the topic? Human Anatomy?” He said, sassily.

“Merlin you’re so immature.” You said, sitting up from your position.

“I’m going to bed.” You stated, before anyone could say anything else, and you quickly collected your belongings.

“Fine.” Mattheo said, looking down at you.

“Fine.” You repeated, looking at him before turning away and heading towards your dorm.

“God, you two are pathetic.” Draco said, once you had walked up the stairs.

“Pathetic? What the fuck are you talking about?” Mattheo said, angry with himself for letting his jealously take over, and for having given you the illusion that he was interested in any other girls.

“Nothing mate, just forget it. You have to see it on your own.” Draco said, looking back down at his essay.

Theo, who had been selfishly smiling due to the argument between you two, looked down at his hands, trying to figure out what Draco meant by his statement. Do they see it too? Is it really possible that you actually liked Mattheo? He thought to himself, brows furrowing in worry, a frown now taking over his smile.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Mattheo said, his worry that he had pushed you away consuming him. He wished for nothing more than to be yours, only yours, but his fear of rejection and pushing you away from him kept him from doing anything about the matter. He sulked up to his room, wondering if he would ever be man enough to at least try.

~~~

As you walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, you felt a hand on your forearm, and you were pulled away from Pansy. You yelped at the sudden movement, but relaxed when you saw that the hand belonged to Mattheo. You hardened again when you remembered you were mad at him.

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry for getting angry at you yesterday, it was completely undeserved.” Mattheo said, as held you outside of the bustling dining room. His eyes pleading, filled with remorse.

“Do you like her?” Not being able to stop yourself from asking the question that had been eating at you.

“No, no it wasn’t like that I swear!” He stated, hoping to get rid of any uncertainty you may have held. “She was asking me about Enzo. We have a class together and I guess she thought I was the best inside source she could get.” He said, smiling down at you as he realized that you were no longer angry at him due to the way yours eyes lightened and the way your lips were curling up into a small smile.

“Well tell her that she can just as a girl next time.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Why, are you jealous?” He said, a cocky smirk spreading over his face.

“Absolutely not! Just looking out for her because you would probably enjoy ruining her chances with Enzo.” You said, cheeks turning red at almost being caught. He continued to smile at you, obsessed with the playful look you wore on your face whenever you rambled on about something.

“Skip class with me.” He said suddenly, clearly not much thought being put into the careless action. “Let’s go do something, just us two. No Ravenclaws and certainly no Dean Thomas, because I’ll beat the shit out of him if he ever even looks at you again.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal pretty boy.” You said, laughing and shaking your heads at his last comment. He blushed at the nickname and put his arm around your waist as he led you down the hallway. An entire interaction that didn’t evade Theo’s notice.

~~~

Saturday have finally rolled around after what felt like an eternity. You entered the bustling Ravenclaw common room with Pansy, flashing blue lights and booming music engulfing you. Your short black skirt and corset top hugged your figure perfectly, making you feel confident and bold. You reached the bar alone, Pansy having gone off to find whoever was the “love of her life�� at the moment, and you waited for whatever 3rd year they had working to mix your drink.

“There’s my pretty lady.” Mattheo said as he came up to you, hugging you from behind and just barely kissing your temple.

“How’s the party so far?” You asked, craning your neck to look up at him.

“Much better now that your here.” He said, clearly already intoxicated.

“You’re drunk.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes. Your heart felt a little heavier because you wish he could say these words to you while sober.

“Not enough.” He joked, as he reached for the drink the 3rd year was handing some Hufflepuff. He was about to complain, but Mattheo shot him a glare that sent shivers down your own spine, causing the boy to spin around as fast as his heels would let him, leaving without anything to drink.

“Follow me, Angel.” Mattheo said as he grabbed your drink and after your hand to lead you through the crowd.

“Do you even know my name?” You joked due to his excessive use of pet names.

“Uh, Cornelius right?” His response left you giggle behind him as your reached your friends, all standing around near the dance floor.

“There’s my principessa!” Theo said excitedly, hugging you out of Mattheo’s grip.

“You lot are so exclusive! Why don’t you mingle with some other people?” You say to the group, as Theo’s arm find its way around your shoulders. You can almost swear you saw Mattheo’s jaw clench.

“And risk talking to a mud blood? No thank you.” Draco said.

“God you are so annoying.” You said, shaking your head at him. He simply shrugged as he smiled and returned to his conversation with Blaise.

“I’m gonna go find more fire whiskey.” Enzo called over the loud music, detaching himself from the group.

“Come dance with me.” Mattheo said, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“Lead the way.” You replied, smiling as you detached yourself from Theo and took Mattheo’s hand.

“We’ll be right back.” You called out to Theo, who looked at you two with a mix of contempt and sorrow.

As you finally reached the crowded dance floor, Mattheo took your arms and placed them loosely around his shoulders, grabbing your waist and swaying you to the music.

“You look really pretty tonight.” Matt said, smiling down at you.

“As opposed to every other day?” You said, a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re impossible.” He said, lightly laughing.

“Thank you. You look very handsome as well.” You said, your stomach flipping around.

Mattheo and you continued to dance and talk, enjoying each others company. Your emotions were high due to the mix of alcohol, movement, and Mattheo’s arms around your body, putting you into a euphoric state. The blur of the seductive music leaving you yearning for nothing more than his lips. As the music progressed, Mattheo spun you around, your back now to his front, and your arms holding him by his neck, tugging his hair with your fingers. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, your hips grinding together to the beat of the music causing your own breath to hitch.

As much as you wanted to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, you felt a pair of eyes burning on you, causing an uncomfortable feeling to rise in your stomach.

“You ok?” Mattheo asked, his voice husky and low.

Before you could even respond, you felt a pair of strong hands ripping you from Mattheo, dizzying you and causing you to fall onto the ground. Disoriented, you struggled to realize the sight in front of you.

Theo had punched Mattheo square on the jaw, his head spinning back and losing his balance. Theo was relentless as he took the opportunity to mount his body and throw continuous punches. Mattheo attempted to fight back but the surprise of his best mates attack mixed with his physical and mental impairments caused by the alcohol and weed prevented him from protecting himself as well as he would’ve on a regular day.

“Get off of him!” You yelled as you finally realized the situation, a ring already forming around the boys.

“Stop, stop!” Enzo said to you as he grabbed you as you attempted to run towards the boys, holding you back.

“He’s killing him! Get the fuck off of him!” You yelled, attempting to break free from Enzo’s strong arms, which proved to be impossible after only a few seconds.

“Mate get off him!” Blaise yelled over the music, as he and Draco attempted to pull Theo off of Mattheo.

Mattheo had managed to throw some good punches despite his condition, Theo’s bloody nose dripping down his neck, his now black eye quickly swelling shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Draco asked astonished, grabbing onto Theo with the help of a few other guys.

It took half of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team + Blaise and Draco to finally rip Theo from Mattheo’s bloody body, grabbing him and throwing him onto a nearby couch.

You ran to Mattheo’s body as soon as Enzo loosened his grip, blood masking his precious features.

“Matty, can you hear me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes at the sight, your hand lightly running through his hair.

No response.

“Mattheo?!” You asked louder this time, shaking him.

No response.

“Enzo help me! He’s not answering!” You said frantically, he rushed to your side and shook Mattheo, attempting to get his attention.

“Help me lift him.” He said to you, before looking over at you and seeing your tragic state.

“Draco, get over here!” He yelled, never taking his eyes off of you. Did you actually love him? He thought to himself, always just thinking your flirty nature was a joke.

“Grab his arm.” Draco said as he made it over, pulling Enzo out of his thoughts.

The boys grunted as they lifted Mattheo’s body, blood pouring down his face as they straightened him up.

“We have to get him to the Hospital wing.” You said hysterically, your heart pumping to loudly you could no longer hear the boisterous music.

Everyone around staring in disbelief, whispers and gasps filling the room.

Blaise rushed over once he was done with Theo, grabbing Mattheo’s legs and helping the boys carry him out of the party, rushing to the hospital wing.

“He’s alive right?” You asked, worry consuming your entire body.

“This is Mattheo we’re talking about, it’s gonna take a lot more than a few punches to get him.” Enzo said, reassuring you.

After a few minutes of rushing around the castle, you finally reached the Hospital Wing, pushing the big doors open and calling for Madame Pomphrey.

She came around the corner upon hearing your voice, rushing towards the group at the sight of Mattheo’s body.

“Is he conscious?” She asked immediately, leading the boys to a bed.

“No.” Enzo responded as they laid Mattheo down onto the bed Madame Pomphrey had assigned.

“Alright, thank you for bringing me the boy, but I need you out. I’ll send for you when he’s awake.” She said, immediately pouring some liquid onto a rag and dabbing it on Mattheo’s broken face.

You began to protest, but Enzo dragged you away, leaving the room and shutting the door.

“He’ll be fine. We need to let her do her job.” Draco said as he noticed you about to complain again.

You whimpered at the thought, burying your face in Enzo’s chest, who held you tightly.

“He’s going to be fine, I promise.” He said, rubbing your hair.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat, causing you to break free from Enzo’s chest to see who the noise belonged to.

Theodore.

“You! You foul coward! What the fuck is your problem attacking him like that?! You almost killed your best friend!” You yelled, tears spilling from your eyes as you lunged towards Theo.

“Y/n please, just hear me out.” He said desperately.

“What is there to hear? I can barley even look at you right now I’m so disgusted!” You yelled, fighting every urge to slap him across the face.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry! I just-“

“You just what? You just fucking what?” You yelled again, the boys behind you watching the scene unfold with awe.

“I never meant to hurt him, I just couldn’t stop.” His voice was seeping with desperation, his eyes filled with anguish.

“I actually can’t even look at you.” You said at his stupid claim.

“Y/n you wouldn’t understand but I had to! I couldn’t watch any longer I was just consumed with rage, I barely even realized what I was doing!” He rushed out, attempting to explain a hopeless claim.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You spit at him, the image of Mattheo’s body getting bloodier and bloodier cycling around in your head.

“Y/n I’m in love with you! And seeing him hold you like that, I don’t know what took over me but I just couldn’t contain it!” He exclaimed, his hands in his hair.

Suddenly everything stopped, your head spun so fast you were sure it was going to fall off your neck. The boys behind you had their jaws on the floor and Theo held his breath. After what felt like centuries, you let out a breath.

“I need you to get the fuck out of my sight right now.” Was all you said as your rage began to eat at you.

“Y/n please don’t, just talk to me!” He begged.

After you didn’t respond he pleaded again.

“Mate, I think it’s best you leave.” Enzo said, as he made his way over to Theo.

“No I’m not fucking leaving! We’re in the middle of a conversation!”

“She’s made it painfully clear that she wants nothing to do with you.” Enzo said, grabbing Theo’s arm and pulling him away, disappearing down the hall.

Draco and Blaise squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before following in Enzo and Theo’s path.

You suddenly felt so dizzy and walked over to the infirmary’s door, letting your body slide down until your knees were to your chin.

You held your shins as you sobbed, your brain struggling to find solace.

Mattheo was in the hospital wing and you had no idea if he would recover or not, and you couldn’t even recognize Theo anymore. What the fuck was happening?

—-

After what was probably hours, the doors opened, Madame Pomphrey kindly informing you that Mattheo was now awake.

You took a deep breath, afraid of what you might see, and followed her inside. After she reminded you of the bed where he lay, she walked towards the back, giving you two privacy.

You slowly walked up the bed, hesitantly opening the curtain to see the boy.

“Hey princess.” Mattheo said groggily, his face covered in bandages and bruises

“Oh my god.” You said, your hands flinging to cover your mouth as tears sprung back into your eyes.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. You should see the other guy.” He said reassuring you, smiling lightly at his joke.

You laughed through your tears, sitting down at the little stool next to his bed.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, holding onto his hand.

“Not one bit.” You knew he was lying because of the way he grimaced every time he even slightly moved, but you appreciated the sentiment.

“Merlin I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so sorry.” You said, your heart cracking at the sight of him.

“It’s not your fault y/n. And I’m gonna be just fine, Nurse said so herself.” He said, his own heart breaking seeing you so upset.

“I just wish there was something I could do to help.”

“You could kiss me better.” His signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah? Where does it hurt?” You asked, smiling at his antics.

“Right here.” He said, pointing just above his right eyebrow with his left hand.

You leaned down and lightly kissed his cut, a sound of pleasure releasing for Mattheo at the touch.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his nose.

You leaned down and kissed him again, lightly at risk that you might hurt him.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his cheekbone. You repeated your earlier steps.

“And here.” He said, his finger now coming up to his lips.

Your eyes widened once you realized what he meant, your heart growing in size at his miniature confession.

You slowly leaned down, until your lips were hovering just above his.

“Are you sure it hurts here?” You joked.

“More than anything else.” He responded, before leaning up and finally meeting his lips with yours.

The kiss was romantic and sweet, yet a deep hunger was slowly taking control.

His hands reached up to your hair, yours going to cup his cheeks.

His tongue tickled your bottom lip, slowly entering as he explored your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your hands running through his hair.

“Please don’t make that noise or I won’t be able to control myself.” He said, as he slowly pulled away, a lovesick expression painted all over his face.

“Maybe that’s been my plan all along.” You joked, kissing his temple.

“Remind me to never let you plan anything again, it took too long for my liking.” He smiled, looking up at your big (color) eyes.

“Noted.” You said, before you kissed him again, all your worries disappearing as you lost yourself in his being.

[rafesbows]

hmm imagine bsf!jj big spooning reader when they're napping on the ouch like usual but he has a wet dream with reader and he wakes up to find himself hard against reader. Oh and his face if she stirs and moans at the pressure in her sleep😫

oof, where's the lip-biting emoji when I need it

the nap started like it always did—your head resting against jj’s chest, his arms loosely draped around you as the two of you sunk into the couch. it wasn’t unusual, this was your thing. naps with your best friend, nothing weird about it.

except this time, jj wasn’t asleep as peacefully as you.

his dream started innocently enough, flashes of your laughter, the way your lips looked when you smiled, the warmth of your body pressed against his. but it quickly spiraled into something else, something that had him shifting in his sleep. in his dream, you were on top of him, your hands roaming his chest, your lips brushing against his neck, your hips rolling against his. it felt so real, too real.

he woke with a start, a low groan escaping his throat as he registered the situation. his arms were still around you, your body still nestled against his, and, fuck. his hips were pressed firmly against your ass, and he was rock hard.

"shit," he whispered under his breath, trying to subtly adjust himself, but the smallest movement made it worse. your soft body against him, the way you were so perfectly curled into him, it wasn’t helping.

then you stirred.

a quiet moan escaped your lips, muffled but unmistakable, as you shifted slightly in your sleep, pressing back against him. jj froze, his breath hitching as his face turned bright red. "fuck," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

he glanced down at you, praying you didn’t wake up, but the sight of your parted lips and the peaceful expression on your face only made things worse. his hands twitched where they rested on your waist, fighting the urge to grip your hips and pull you closer.

"jesus christ," he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed his body to calm down. but then you shifted again, letting out another soft moan as your body pressed more firmly against his, and he swore his heart stopped.

he bit down on his bottom lip, hard, trying to focus on anything else—literally anything—but the way you felt against him. he couldn’t move without risking waking you up, but staying like this wasn’t doing him any favors either.

when you let out a soft sigh and settled back into stillness, jj exhaled shakily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "you’re gonna fucking kill me," he whispered to himself, his voice strained.

he stayed like that, stiff as a board, until he was sure you were completely asleep again. only then did he carefully pull himself away, muttering curses under his breath as he all but sprinted to the bathroom to deal with the situation.

[angelicblondie]

bsf!reader x steve harringon

synopsis: in the midst of everything going on with vecna, you and the others take shelter in steves house. you find him in the middle of the night, and you both seek comfort in each other.

content: angst, pining, comfort, best friends in love

your not sure what woke you, but you woke with a start.

thats how you woke most days, recently. a shadow in the corner of the room, a chill on the back of your spine, a dream with a faceless figure but a voice ever so chilling - all things you had depressingly become more accustomed to.

your eyes flutter open as you look at the familiar pattern of steves bedroom wall across from you, the moon and stars pouring in from the windows being the only source of light.

you and steve had been best friends since middle school. you had moved to hawkins in 6th grade, and he pretty much instantly became your partner in crime. you remembered how scared you were, it was the first day at a new school in a new town, where you didn't know anyone. but steve offered to show you around, and although you were shy and he had to carry most of the conversation, you remember thinking that he was going to be you favorite person in the world.

from then on the two of you were attached at the hip. steve introduced you to his other friends, and although you got along really well with all of them, it was safe to say he continued to be the one you were closest with. he was initially teased for his close relationship to you, given it wasn't exactly normalized for boys and girls to be friends back then. eventually though, people began to realize that there wasnt yet anything romantic there, though the teases never fully died down - some people just never really fell for it.

you let out a deep sigh as your hand reaches out to the side only to feel the cold of the sheets next to you. your head turns, looking at the empty other side of the bed as your brows twitch in confusion. you push yourself up on bed, the sheets pooling at your waist as you slide your feet to the ground.

you walk downstairs as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the others. you knew how precious the little amount of sleep you all got these days, so you tried your best not to disturb it. you cautiously padded down the stairs, the soft tune of a piano becoming more and more prominent the closer you got downstairs. your confusion and curiousness led you closer to the soft and simple melody.

you round a corner and see steve sitting at a wood piano. you had once asked him about it, and he said that it was his grandmas, and it was a gift for his mom. you had never seen it been used, though - steves parents were hardly around, and even if they were, they were pretty busy people - they probably didn't have time to ever put it to use.

his fingers pressed softly against the keys, his brows pinched in concentration. you stood at the entrance for a moment, simply watching him. watching as he every now and then he fumbled with the notes, watching as his eyes raked across the keys as his fingers moved over them.

steve had felt your presence, yet he continued to play, his eyes flicking over to you once. once you realize he's noticed you, you start to walk over to the piano, sitting down next to him on the stool.

your head falls to his shoulder without you even realizing it, and you let out a long sign. "since when do you play?" you ask, your voice soft and barely above a whisper.

he shrugged. "mom made me take lessons in like, 4th grade. hated it, but clearly i picked up a little", he confesses, his voice low.

you hum, nudging your cheek against his shoulder. "i sometimes forget i haven't known you forever," you mumble, and his fingers slow their movements. he hummed back. "yeah, i know what you mean."

you sit in silence for a while, eyes transfixed by steves hands across the keys. words forever unsaid floated between you - thoughts not dared to be thought of pushing their way through the vulnerability of the moment. you felt weak enough to let them peak out, but you were too suborn to let them out fully.

"what're you doing up?" he finally asks, his head tilting to the side a little to try and get a view of you face.

you shrug. "what are you doing up?" you fire back knowingly.

steves lips tilt up a bit. "touché," he mumbles, his knee knocking yours. the action causes you to smile as well, relishing in the rare moment of peace.

you hum. the two of you go silent again for a moment before you speak up. "sometimes," you trail off, trying to find the right words. "sometimes i'm worried nothing is every going to feel normal again," you say the words in a whisper, almost as if your worried saying them out loud makes them more real.

steve processes your words for a moment. "honestly? things will probably never feel the way they used to," he says quietly.

steve notices your silence and adds on. "i just mean..." he sighs. "i mean, look at everything we've all been through. as much as i hate to say it, that shit sticks with you."

you furrow your brows, sitting up straight to look at him. "so what, i'm just going to feel this way forever?"

"f'course not, angel," steve says, his own brows narrowing. "your not going to feel this way forever. things will get better. they just..." he pauses. "probably wont ever feel the same."

you pout a bit, your head falling on his shoulder again. "how do you know?"

steve hums. "know what?" he asks.

"that things will get better," you clarify, voice muffled by his shoulder.

steve smirks a bit, a familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. "what, you think im going to let you go through this alone?" he scoffs. "please, honey, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

you let out a soft laugh. "believe me, i know," you tease.

steve scoffs, playfully pushing you away, heart racing when he hears the familiar yet these days, rare sound of your laughter. "m'kidding, dork," your murmur, knees pulling up as you hug them to your chest. you rest you cheek on them as you gaze at him from your position there, a lazy smile adorning your face. steve mimics you, his hand reaching out to tame your hair.

you hum. "what would i do without you?"

he shrugs. "probably would've been eaten by the demagorgon or some shit by now, i dunno," he teases.

your smile grows. "m'serious, stevie," you roll your eyes. "can't imagine all of this craziness without you."

steves smile turns more soft and genuine. "yeah," he almost whispers. "yeah i couldn't either."

you sit in silence for a moment, just looking at each other in quiet appreciation. the dimly lighted room illuminated just enough to see the other persons expression, and in each other you saw nothing short of admiration and adoration.

moments like these you knew a life with steve would be easy. moments like these you allow yourself to think it - even for just a moment, even though you know you'll banish the thought as soon as the moment is over. moments like these you can picture it. lazy mornings in bed, reading to each other in the backyard, talking about nothing and everything at the same time - it feels so real you can see it. you can taste it.

and you can see is run through steves mind as well. you can see the thoughts as they pass across his eyes, as they glaze over for him to daydream about it. about the life that could so easily be yours.

except its never really that simple, is it?

steves voice breaks the both of you out of your daydreams. "we should try to get some sleep, hey?" he says, his voice holding a hint of hesitance. "big day tomorrow, with all this vecna shit."

you nod into your knees but don't budge. "mhm."

steve sighs and stands up, reaching his hand down to you. "cmon," he urges. you can never really say no to him, so you reach up and take hold of his hand.

he pulls you up and drags you upstairs in silence. you leave all of it downstairs. you always do.

but when steve sits down on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and pulling you down next to him, the thought unsurprisingly peaks through.

you face away from him, from it, and turn back to face the windows. steve wraps his arms around you, and for a moment, your mind thankfully goes quiet.

no more thoughts of vecna, no more thoughts of the terrifying future. just the warmth of steves breath and the security of his arms.

a/n eeeeek first steve fic 🫣

[orangesaek]

'level up' | streamer!Jeno

request: “Jeno (maybe him oblivious to it but falling for y/n who fell for him first)”

pairings: streamer!Jeno x afab-bsf!reader┊genre: slight angst, bsf-to-lovers, fluff┊wc: 2.8k┊cw: mild swearing/cursing

@bluedbliss 💗 tysm! i hope u like this one! Jaehyun’s will be out soon dw ☺️ xoxo

You’d been in love with Jeno for years.

It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t fleeting.

It was something that rooted itself so deep inside you, even you didn’t notice it blooming until it was too late.

And Jeno?

Jeno was the rising Twitch superstar.

The face of esports, the hilarious, charming, handsome streamer who could break the internet with a smile and get a hundred thousand viewers just breathing into his mic.

Everyone loved him.

And you?

You were just the best friend. Always had been.

You told yourself it was enough.

But sometimes, being close to someone you love hurts worse than being apart.

It was just another night in voice chat.

You weren’t even gaming—just talking while Jeno aimlessly clicked around on a puzzle game and you scrolled social media in bed.

Your voice was soft in the quiet.

“You ever think about what life would be like if we didn’t meet?”

Jeno paused. “Uh, yeah. I’d probably be way more boring.”

You smiled faintly. “You’d still be famous though.”

“Maybe. But I wouldn’t have someone sending me memes at 3 a.m. or reminding me to eat.”

You chuckled.

“So I’m your meme provider and personal health coach now?”

“Exactly. And moral support. And emotional damage controller.”

You hesitated, voice turning quieter.

“I’d still choose to meet you… even if I knew you’d break my heart someday.”

He didn’t respond right away.

You heard him shift in his seat, clicking something aimlessly.

“You’re weird tonight,” he mumbled, like he didn’t catch the weight of your words.

You just laughed it off.

You told yourself it was enough.

But it kept happening—these little moments that chipped away at your resolve.

Then came the night everything changed.

You’d always suspected that one of Jeno’s fellow streamers, a popular female gamer named Karina, had a thing for him.

The flirty remarks, the way she laughed at every word he said—even the ones that weren’t funny—yeah, you noticed.

You never said anything. It wasn’t your place.

But it stung.

Especially when their fans shipped them hard online.

Edits, fanart, clips—everywhere you looked, it was “Jeno x Karina”.

That night, you were just hanging out off-camera, curled up on his couch while he streamed a group collab. You weren’t supposed to be part of the stream. Just quietly scrolling on your phone, handing him a drink now and then, and keeping him company like you always did.

“Jeno,” Karina giggled over voice chat, “if we win this round, you have to go on a date with me.”

Chat exploded instantly.

OMG DID SHE JUST—

👀 👀 👀

OMGOMGOGMGOGM

U GO GIRL LMAO

Jenrina CONFIRMED???!

You tensed, glancing over at Jeno.

He didn’t hesitate.

“Nah,” he said casually. “I’m already taken.”

That alone was enough to make the chat go feral.

But then he looked over at you, grinned, and with one arm, pulled you right into the camera frame.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” he said, as if it was no big deal.

“My girlfriend. We’ve been together for a while.”

Your eyes went wide. “Jeno—”

He cut you off with a smile.

“I know we kept it lowkey, but... I figured it’s about time. She’s the love of my life, and I’m way too lucky to keep pretending she’s just my friend.”

The stream exploded.

WHATTTT??!!

NO WAY YOU KEPT THIS A SECRET—

SHE’S GORG WTF

JENO?? MY HEART 💔💔

WTF HE’S SO GONE

IM CRYING WE LOST HIM

Karina laughed awkwardly in her cam window.

“Wow, uh, okay! Didn’t expect that. Congrats, you two.”

But the flash of embarrassment on her face was hard to miss. Especially with nearly a million live viewers watching it all unfold.

Jeno didn’t even blink. He was still looking at you, eyes soft.

Then he read a chat message out loud: “Bro, she’s so pretty. You lucky AF.”

He smirked at the screen and pulled you closer, your cheek pressed against his.

“She’s all mine,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“And I’m not sharing.”

Your face burned, and you tried to hide it, but the chat was already blowing up again.

By the time the stream ended, both your names were trending worldwide.

And despite the chaos, the teasing, the panic in your chest... You’d never felt more seen.

But then again, it was all a lie anyway.

Then came that movie night. Just you, him, and a film that left both of you a little too quiet.

Halfway through the romantic drama, you noticed him wiping at his face.

“Wait… are you crying?” you asked, trying not to smile.

“N-no, this is sweat,” he said quickly.

“My eyes are just sweating.”

You softened. “It’s okay. I cry at this scene too.”

Jeno glanced at you, voice unexpectedly quiet.

“Do you think that kind of love is real? The forever kind?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. But it’s rare. Most people are too scared to say how they really feel.”

He stared at the screen for a long second. 

“That’s dumb. If you love someone, you should just tell them.”

“Exactly,” you said. “Unless they don’t love you back.”

Neither of you said anything after that. The silence spoke loud enough.

So finally, during one of your usual late-night hangouts, you cracked.

“Maybe I like you more than a friend.”

It slipped out.

Jeno froze.

You waited.

And he said nothing. Just blinked, glanced away, and mumbled something about getting more chips.

So you ghosted him.

“Still no reply?” Chenle asked, glancing at the group chat. “Dude, he’s been MIA for almost a week.”

“I called six times,” said Hendery. “Nothing. Straight to voicemail.”

Yangyang sighed, chin in hand. “He didn’t even tweet a ‘taking a break’ message. His fans are freaking out.”

“He left me on read,” Haechan added dramatically. “Me. That’s betrayal.”

Jisung frowned. “What if something happened to him?”

Taeyong tried to stay positive. “He’s fine. Probably just... I don’t know. Figuring something out?”

Chenle stared at the group chat, almost tipping over in his seat when he noticed Jeno’s icon blinking with ‘typing’.

“HE’S TYPING!!!” he yelled. The guys quickly opened the chat and waited anxiously for Jeno’s message.

And finally, he replied.

“Sorry guys. I’m fine... physically anyway. Just have something to figure out. Ttyl”

Jeno did. He finally did.

Sitting in his dark room, lights off, half-eaten ramen forgotten beside his keyboard, Jeno stared at the ceiling.

You said you liked him more than a friend.

And he didn’t say anything.

He started pacing, mind spiraling.

Why did he always reply to your texts within seconds and answer your calls before the third ring, when with others it took him at least 2 business days to respond—or sometimes he just forgot altogether?

Why did he drop everything, even mid-stream, when you needed help?

Why did it bother him so much whenever you were with other guys? Why was he suddenly willing to leave his house just to hang out with you, when everyone knew he barely ever went out before? Why did he spend so much effort choosing random gifts for you?

Why were his tears reserved just for movie nights with you, and never anyone else?

Why was he quick to dismiss anyone trying to flirt with him?

Why did you make him feel like home?

“Shit,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

“I’ve been in love with her all along.”

He grabbed his hoodie and ran out into the rain.

You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not him—soaked to the bone, hoodie heavy with rain, sneakers squelching against your doormat.

“Y/N,” he said, out of breath. “Please open the door.”

You froze. Then unlocked it, heart racing.

“What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“You’re—Jeno, you’re soaking wet!”

“I don’t care.”

Then he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It was desperate, aching, like he was trying to make up for every second he hadn’t realized he loved you.

You stood frozen until you pushed him back, wide-eyed and breathless.

“What the hell was that?!”

Jeno exhaled sharply.

“I love you.”

You blinked at him, stunned. “What?”

“I’m serious.” His voice cracked. 

“I didn’t realize it until you stopped talking to me. Until you disappeared. And then I started thinking about all the times I dropped everything for you, and how I hated seeing you with other guys, and how you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel safe… like home.”

He laughed, dry and bitter. “I’m academically smart, but I’m so goddamn clueless. I didn’t get it...”

You blinked away tears. “You ignored me when I confessed.”

“I didn’t mean to. I panicked. I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid I’d lose you. But then I lost you anyway, didn’t I?”

He stepped forward slowly.

“I couldn’t stream. I couldn’t eat. Every time I looked at my phone and saw no messages from you, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

“You made me feel like a fool,” you whispered. “Do you know how hard it was to say that to you?”

“I know.” He swallowed. “I know now. And I’m sorry… for making you feel like your feelings weren’t important. They are. You are.”

You looked at him, your idiot of a best friend, soaked from head to toe because he just realized he loved you.

“Why are you like this?” you said, voice shaking. 

“Why do you only figure things out when it’s almost too late?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe because I’ve never had to fight for something I wanted… not until you.”

Your heart cracked open.

You threw your arms around him, not caring that he was dripping wet. He tried to pull back, worried.

“You’re gonna get sick,” he murmured.

You shook your head, pressing your forehead to his.

“I don’t care. I missed you so much, you stupid idiot.”

He finally smiled, eyes glassy.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You leaned in and kissed him softly. This time with no fear, no confusion, just pure, quiet relief.

Later, inside, wrapped in a blanket, you teased, “So... are you finally going to tell your chat why you’ve been MIA?”

Jeno smirked. “Yeah. I’ll say, ‘Sorry I disappeared. I was too busy realizing I’ve been in love with my best friend for like, 6 years and only figured it out when she ghosted me’.”

You burst out laughing. “They’re gonna roast you.”

“I deserve it.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again.

[humpster35]

Bsf!Chris x Bsf!reader

|dryhumping, confession, cum in pants, hair pulling, kissing and oral(m! receiving).

It was eight o’clock. Nick had gone to bed, Matt was gaming again and Chris scrolled through his phone. This was a typical night for you guys, you would come over and Chris would just wanna have your presence around.

You close your eyes, deciding to lay across Chris’s bed. This was comforting for you, the smell of his cologne—so infused into his bedsheets and the softness of his dark covers. Your eye lids slowly felt heavy until Chris started to hover over you.

You could tell it was him due to the dangling of his chain, the way he was breathing and his hair starting to tickle your nose.

“Chris. Cmon man i’m trying to sleep.” You groaned as you opened your eyes to see a smiling Chris looking down at you.

Chris only smiled more as he leant down to hug you. The boy was clearly in some kind of mood, he only wanted to show extra affection if he was feeling generous—otherwise, you guys would be fighting like siblings.

“Wanna hug you. What can I not hug my best friend?” Chris’s breath was hot against your skin, his freckles were so pretty up close and his eyes—wait why were you thinking these things?

“Okay we can hug for like.” You check the time on your phone that read “8:45”

“For like two minutes.”

Chris happily nodded, his body was between your legs. You wore a two piece pajama suit, the shorts would get stuck in your ass—chris would tease you about this, and the shirt fit perfectly tight against your body.

“Mmm. I love hugging you so much.” Chris’s voice was basically groaning as he squeezed his arms around your upper body, while his lower body unintentionally moved up and down against yours.

You started to whimper as you felt Chris’s hard on. Being friends for this long—you never once saw Chris in this light nor have you guys talked about stuff like this. It was almost like a forbidden subject. There’s been times in the past however, where Chris has had to bring you a pad in the bathroom if Nick wasn’t home.

“Y/n you’re so comfy. Feel so good.” Chris placed a kissed to the side of your face. You blushed and hugged him closer. This was a new sensation you were feeling, why did it feel so good?

The way Chris would lean his bulge in more to your clit and just hold it there while talking, then go back to sliding it up and down against your folds—was he trying to get off on you?

“Chris okay that’s enough hugging—this is inappropriate.” Your voice comes out in a whimper as Chris bit his lips looking down at you. He didn’t say anything just stared into your eyes.

His eyes would slowly look over every detail that you had on your face. The way your lashes would blink rapidly if he moved a little too close to your clit, how your mouth stays slightly open but then closed as you try to not make any noise and the feeling of your hands pressing into his chest—trying to get him to stop.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Chris took his hand, started to rub your pussy through the shorts— until you broke.

“Chris, please-please—no this isn’t what best friends do.” You hold his hand away, your hips still trying to move towards it for some kind of pleasure.

“Y/n.” Chris put his head near your ear as his hips starting humping against your clothed pussy. The feeling of his dick on your body felt all too normal, too intimate—too right.

“You know I think of us as more than just friends.”

Your breath hitched—your mind reeled trying to process this information. Sure you had been starting to catch feelings for your best friend, but to have Chris dry humping you while confessing his feelings?? That’s something you would’ve never imagined.

“Chris, I feel the same way.” You stroked his hair—Chris stopped moving and looked into your eyes. The silent action of his face leaning in to kiss you was nerve wracking. He hovered his lips slightly above yours, his eyes asking for permission—and with a soft nod from you, he went for it.

You moaned into the kiss. This is something you’ve always wanted, always had dreams about. You didn’t know the exact date of when you caught feelings for him—but you knew that the feeling was mutual. Chris had been always giving signs to you, giving you his hoodie—spraying extra cologne on it because he knows you like his smell. Buying you stuffed animals—he would ask you what you guys should name it, then he called it your kid. Chris was a very giving person, whether it was with his words or body or even his eyes.

His eyes gave a lot to you. They always made sure to make contact with your own eyes, if you were speaking on something. They would scan the room for you—seeing if anyone you knew was gonna be at an event or even just to protect you.

Chris knew that he had been giving his all to you, slowly over time. In this moment as your bodies lay close together, he knew that it had all been for something. Chris started to insert his tongue inside of your mouth—the instant feeling of your jaw, making his hips jerk forward.

“Mmmhp. Chris—don’t stop.” You moaned. The softness of his back felt so riveting to you, your hands were moving up and down his back—going up to reach his neck. You loved the feeling of Chris’s manly build on yours. Not in a weird way, but knowing that Chris was such a man—an actual gentleman and someone who cared about you, made the butterflies in your belly dance.

“Gonna cum feeling your tight lil pussy.” Chris started to move faster. His thrusts against your body, now made the headboard hit the wall loudly. There was no nudity, only pure emotion.

He took short breaths to try and talk to you, but it was getting hard for him to even open his mouth. You grabbed the back of his head and started to kiss him again, his pink lips would pepper kisses all against your jaw and face. Your lips trailed a line down to his neck—you wanted to mark him.

“Chris I want you all to myself.”

You watched his eyes remain closed, he wasn’t even listening to you at this point. His dick was basically out—your pussy feeling every little detail.

“Chris.” You pulled his hair which made his head go back. He groaned and opened his eyes, still thrusting against you—with wide eyes and scrunched eyebrows, he waited for you to talk.

“Your mine okay? All mine.” You kept a hold on his hair. This was your way of saying that he wasn’t going anywhere and you didn’t want him to. Chris allowed this and also wanted it.

You knew he wasn’t the type of person to let anyone do anything to his person. He had given you complete control over him, he was unconditionally yours—in mind and now body.

“M’yours. I’ll always be yours.” Chris started to drool, his body was feeling so much pleasure as you would clench your legs around his waist-then unclench to make sure he felt good. You also felt good, his muscles were flexing at everything.

He let your hand squeeze and grab at them. You wanted to almost devour him. Chris was being so good to you, so good for you. You knew he had this big and tough guy persona but—all that had changed with a couple thrusts and hair pull.

“Fuck—Yea Chris—Mhm.”

You moaned out, your voice was whispering into Chris’s ears. His body felt shivers everytime you would talk—he wanted more.

“Mm—Am I doing good?”

Chris’s voice was almost on the verge of whimpering. He could feel the obvious wet spot from between your legs—his cock continued its journey of going up and down against your folds. He wanted to be inside of you, but he knew this wasn’t the time. He knew you weren’t ready for that.

“So so so good.”

You kissed his neck again, he would whimper everytime. You knew by this point that it was a sensitive area for him. Chris started sloppily kissing you—his drool getting on your neck and chest.

“Yeaaaa that’s it—be a good boy and fuck your best friend.”

Sounds of Chris’s headboard hanging against the wall—paired with the feeling of the cold metal of chain on your face, was enough to make you and him lose control.

“Uh uh uh—oh shit i’m gonna—.”

Chris started to become weak. His body wouldn’t stop thrusting forward if he wanted it too—the wetness on your clothed pussy only made the precum on the tip of his dick throb more.

With one final hump, he spilled his seed into his sweats. Chris was above your face—breathing heavily and drooling. He couldn’t stop it, as the drool dripped slowly onto your face and chest—he bit his lip and started humping you more.

“Mmmm-yea—yea-yea—Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

You let out a strained moaned, he wasn’t letting up on you. He wanted to hump you through your. own orgasm. Seeing the way the spit fell onto your face and body—he wanted it to be cum instead.

Chris quickly took out his dick—you wasted no time by putting it in your mouth and sucking. He threw his head back while one hand rested on the top of your head. You loved tasting his love—you cousin taste the cum still covering his cock as if it was a new ice cream you were trying.

“Mmmm fuck.”

You stopped sucking and pulled away for a second—taking off your shirt. When you leaned down to put him in your mouth again he instantly came.

“Oh fuuuuckkk.” Chris moaned. His hand kept your head on his cock—not moving an inch while you swallowed all of his cum.

After about a minute of slurping down the rest of Chris’s cum, he helped you put back on your shirt—not without kissing your tits first, then you laid back down on the bed.

Chris immediately snuggled up to you, his breathing was back to normal as you stroked his hair. He felt relieved and at peace that you guys were able to finally be open and honest with each other.

“I wanna make you my girlfriend.”

Your hand stopped loved and you looked down at him. His face was flushed red—his eyes were a pure blue and his hair was messily cute.

“Chris I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Chris smiled and kissed your belly. His arms were around your waist as he started to fall asleep.

Lowkey Chris gave sub!chris in this fic.

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[cherrygirlfriend]

best friend ❤︎

“they’re just best friends… right?”

❤︎ they’ve known each other since they were kids; their mothers grew up together and wanted their kids to grow up together as well.

❤︎ initially, they wouldn’t get along, but as they got older, they begun to like each other; to them, no one else really existed.

❤︎ they argued about anything and everything, until they finally agreed on one thing; they wanted to make their mothers happy. and eventually, it turned into a friendship.

❤︎ when rafe’s mother died, reader was the person he leaned on; she was like a second mother to her.

❤︎ one evening they were drunk and hooked up; the next morning they pretended nothing happened except for a random one night drunken night, they hooked up again, and and no matter how many times they told themselves it would be the last time, it never was.

❤︎ now, they can’t stop touching one another; she loves it when he touches her, and he loves touching her.

“i won’t go, i won’t sleep i can’t breathe until you’re resting here with me.”

how to get even (smut)

when reader sees her boyfriend kissing his ex, she decides to get revenge.

what are friends for? (smut)

rafe helps his best friend have her first orgasm with someone.

morning wood (smut)

rafe wakes up with morning wood next to his best friend.

answer the call (smut)

rafe fucks his best friend while she's on the phone with her boyfriend.

rough day (fluff, smut)

reader tries to initiate sex with her best friend while upset.

kiss my tears away (smut, angst, comfort & fluff)

reader gets depressed after sex, so rafe comforts her.

cuffing season (smut)

reader isn't getting enough attention from rafe, so she has the bright idea to cuff herself to him.

golfing (smut)

bsf!rafe teaches ditzy!reader to golf

vibe (smut)

wearing a vibrator in public

count the lines

rafe and reader have a pregnancy scare

send pics (smut)

reader sees rafe out with sofia and gets jealous

sick in bed (fluff)

rafe takes care of sick reader

movies with friends (smut)

rafe fingers reader while they’re watching a movie with friends.

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ bsf!rafe finds something he definitely shouldn't have, and teeters crossing the boundaries of your friendship.

warnings — use of vibrators, best friends, praise & degradation, fingering & boob play

cherie's note — this is so gooner!bsf!rafe coded yuuup mind constantly filled with disgusting ideas of the things he wanted to do to you … omg i’m weak in the KNEES of course he'd jump on the first opportunity he could to play into his best fantasies. queue pornstar by nessa barrett thank u dj

it was almost humorous how flustered you had gotten over the discovery — cheeks dusted with a rosy red blush, biting your lip embarrassingly. even on your tiptoes, you couldn’t grab the object out of his firm grasp. you were so short in comparison to your best friend, rafe cameron, you had no other option than to accept defeat from your stolen item when he held it over his head.

“rafe, come on…” you groan, a pout staining your face. “s’not funny, give me it.”

he rolls his pretty blue eyes, how pathetic of you. of course this was funny, to him at least. lucky for him, you had so stupidly forgotten your favourite vibrator under your silk pillow. it was like you wanted him to find it, he thought. despite being your best friend since middle school, he had always fantasized about this exact moment — the power dynamic, and how you were wrapped around his finger.

“m’jus curious, s’all.” he speaks, shit-eating grin smothered on his face. he was evil — evil in the way that this entire interaction was only fuelling his own arousal, the bulge within his pants growing at the sight of how embarrassingly flustered you had gotten over his finding.

your pretty plump lips part, a huff of annoyance slipping out — if rafe was anything, it was stubborn. “you saw it, now give it back.”

the whine itself was almost enough for him to give in — to cave at the request. that pitiful little pout of your lips always seemed to do the trick for him, willing to do anything for you just to see it fade. but he had something different in mind, something more wicked. he had dreamed of this very moment, your total vulnerability ready to be played with like putty within his palms. “nah, lemme try it on you.”

your eyes widened at the demand, a rush of disbelief flooding your senses. the words hung heavy in the air, heavy and impossible to fathom. you stood frozen, heart racing, your mind trying to process what he had just said. was this some kind of joke?

“gross, no. you’re my best friend, rafe.”

“so?” he began, his gaze darkening with desire. he had pumped his cock raw at the idea alone, having you submissive and obeying every word for him. “s’not like i like you or anything… jus’wanna see if its like in porn.”

grimacing at his remark, you roll your eyes. porn was so icky, but then again so was his filthy request. that didn’t stop the ache of need and irritation, clenching your thighs at the thought alone.

“c’mon,” rafe cooed, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. he looked so cocky, so smug. he knew he had you thinking about it, and it wouldn’t be too hard to convince you after that. “only two minutes.”

it was only a matter of time until you were naked in your own bed, best friend perched greedily near your hips so he could get the best view. this felt so wrong — face flushing hot blushes across your cheeks every time you looked over at him. he looked so invested, head of the vibrator pressed firmly against your poor sensitive clit.

“jesus,” he chuckles, “sweet cunt’s dripping, all i did was ask a question.”

“shut up, rafe…” you whine, feeling so vulnerable against the cold air of your bedroom. your thighs had become numb from the way he had you positioned, muscular arm under your leg to hold them open.

the feeling of the head vibrating against your sensitive nerves had your eyes rolling, back arching off of the bed. and even though he’d only told you ‘two minutes’, the pornographic whine you had let out at the feeling of the rough vibrations against your core had only egged him on further, hands creeping up your chest to toy with your tits greedily, handfuls of your fat moulding around the shape of his large hand.

“rafe..” you moan, back arching off of the bed at the overwhelming feeling. “feels so good.”

“i bet, baby.” he hums, lips finding the side of your jaw as he presses soft messy kisses against your skin. his cock twitches against the fly of his pants at the sound of your moans fill the room.

“rafe.. we can’t-“ you start, breathy moan escaping.

his lips find the corner of your mouth, effectively shutting you up. the kiss he delivers against your whiny mouth is messy and quick, burst of lust rather than passion. you groan into his mouth, feeling his thick fingers caressing against the curves of your clothed tits, kneading the fat within his palms.

his hands eagerly slip under your shirt, calloused fingers working to pinch and squeeze the sensitive pearl of your nipples. within seconds, he has you panting desperately for air, pleasure consuming too fast over your body while your best friend fervently gropes you. the noises that flood out of your pretty plump lips is a jumbled mess of nothing but noise — muttering curse words under your breath, whimpering against the feeling of his skin on yours where it definitely shouldn't be. still, you find it impossible to pry his hands away from your whining body, cord within your stomach ready to snap any seconds.

"doing so good, sitting and taking it for me." he murmurs, the smirk within his voice obvious. his lips connect with the sensitive skin of your tits, tongue lapping at your hardened nipples — eliciting a pathetic sharp little cry from your throat.

pulling the vibrator away from your sore cunt, his fingers slipped inside of you so easily, arousal pooling within your puffy folds. he desperately attempted to coax your orgasm to light, thick digits curling inside of you what felt like the hundredth time where you needed it the most. his dark blue eyes bored into the sight of you — angelic against the situation, you looked so damn beautiful, and so vulnerable for him.

your legs shake, orgasm suddenly washing over your body fast and hard. he's panting into your ear, watching as his actions make you completely fall apart. he had yearned for this moment, seeing the way your face scrunched and your eyes rolled back as you came.

“yeah, that’s it. cum on my fingers, bitch.”

your body pulses, his fingers slowing to a halt inside of you as the room fills quickly with the sound of both of your exhaustion, panting practically in sync with one another. he couldn't seem to rip his gaze away from you, watching the mess you had made of yourself, all because of him.

a wave of embarrassment washes over you, and you look over at him, smugness spread across his face. "what're you looking at?"

"nothing." he replies with a shrug. he looks so proud of himself, "m'just saying, the way you came on my fingers? just like a fucking pornstar."

shoving him in the chest, you playfully roll your eyes, "you're disgusting, rafe cameron."

you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about his fingers inside of you, too.

[rubiehart]

being jj’s passenger princess after a long day at work was a god send, especially when he treats you exactly how he should…

“can i borrow your lipstick?”

“yeah, it’s somewhere in here.”

the clatter of items from the two girl's bag's fills the silence of the dingy tikki bar’s bathroom, bringing you back to reality as you blink slowly in the mirror, hands gripping the porcelain sink as you sigh.

rude customers, and pervy old men, mixed with the heatwave the outer banks was currently suffering was a recipe for disaster, leaving you in a fowl mood all night, counting down the hours until you could stumble into your bestfriend’s truck and into john b’s guest bed with him.

at the distant buzz of your phone a wave of relief washes over you, reaching into the back pocket of your jean shorts, eyes landing on the little buzzing screen, lit up with his name.

pressing your back against the wall, you jab at the screen eagerly with a fingernail painted with chipper glittery polish, bringing to phone to your ear, breathing out an exhausted 'hey.’ fiddling with the hem of your uniformed waist apron.

"m’ outback, y’ need me to come walk you out? ‘s gettin’ dark- pretty fast." he hums, the sound of the blinker in background as he pulls into the parking lot.

you nod like he can see you, pressing into the corner of your eye with your ring finger, swiping away an rogue flake of mascara, before settling for an exhausted. ‘uh- nah, it’s fine. be one sec.” before promptly ending the call.

the slap of your sandals against the tarmac speeds up as you approach him, arms folded over his chest with that knowing smirk on his face, leaning against the hood of the twinkie.

you almost groan at the sight, tan forearms bulging unfairly. you practically throw yourself into his waiting arms, leaning your head on his shoulder. he’s startled for a second, eyes going wide, but then his arms are encircling your waist and his lips pressed to your crown, fighting the urge to kiss the skin softly, settling for just inhaling your shampoo.

“i fuckin’ missed you - never thought i’d say it." you hum jokingly, pulling away to look him in the eyes, his hands sliding lower to rest on the backs of your thighs. "missed you too my girl - always do." he says, titling his head down towards you with a teasing pout.

your heart flips at that, his girl, you knew, duh, just nice for it to be affirmed, especially when he’s looking at you like that in an empty parking lot. makes you contemplate if this friendship was worth ruining just to persue your fantasies.

“cmon, gimme some sugar.” he smirks, and it’s joking of course, but who is jj if not persistent? so he leans down a little anyway, doesn’t expect to feel the wet smush of your lips to his jaw, only now does he realise you’re a little tipsy - having been sneaking shots under the bar all day just to deal with your shift.

"that new?" he asks, feigning nonchalance when you pull away, running a gentle thumb across your chin to wipe away some excess gloss.

"yeah- got it last week. don’t you just looove it?" you smile hopefully and he nods, chucking softly as your excited little pout, hands sliding up and down your thighs as he replies, supportive as ever. "damn right- i love it. might cop myself some." he teases, giving a fleeting pat to your denim covered ass, rounding the car to open your door, gesturing for you to get in.

your cheeks heat up at the casual act, following his footsteps. "think y’ a gentleman? you ain’t foolin’ anyone." you grin, taking his hand to hop up into the truck, he averts his gaze, jaw clenching when you stumble, falling with your literal ass in the air.

once you’re situated, hand still in his, so flustered as he presses his chapped lips to your hand, charming smirk on his face, hair all disheveled and looking edible in the orange glow of the streetlights. “i am - only for you though, mama.”

he rounds the car to sink months agoat, turning the key in the ignition and you can't help admire the way his forearms tense at the action. the car kicks to life and you're both off.

after driving for five or so minutes, you were getting a little restless, unable to ignore how perfectly his jawline was highlighted by the streetlights, or how the hand he’d smoothly rested on your thigh was slowly sliding further and further towards where you wanted - scratch that, needed it most.

you weren't even sure he knew what he was doing to you, but you couldn't wait to find out. it was pathetic really, just how easily you could go from 0 to 100, but you were past the point of caring, and all you was for him to make you feel good.

on impulse, you reach for the hand caressing your thigh, his eyes flit to you, unsure of what you're intention was until he meets your eyes. he could recognise that glazed over needy look anywhere, the one you get when you’re scouting out boys at the boneyard, or the beach, or wherever, all this time he’s wanted you to look at him like that, and now you were? he thinks he’s gonna stop breathing.

you drag his hand gently up your body to rest on your tit, which he squeezes on instinct, eyes only half focused on the road. he lets out a gruff, unsure call of your name, clearing his throat, wondering if he should stop.

the action illicites a pretty little whimper from you, which he takes as motivation to keep you making those noises. he darts his eyes between the busy road and you, legs spread and lips parted, eyes fluttering gently as he rubs a thumb over your pebbled nipple through the bobbly material of your graphic tee, scarce of a thick enough bra.

navigating the bustle of traffic was a challenge in itself, but now he'd have to multitask, dipping his hand down between your legs, already feeling the warmth radiating off of you through your denim shorts as you eagerly begin popping the buttons, head thrown back against the head rest, eyes on him. “please, jay..." you mewl, and he knows the risks. but fortunately for you, jj likes a challenge.

[blueheron15]

pranking jj - based on those tik toks 😂

[itneverendshere]

If you ever heard the song “Insecure” by Jazmine Sullivan, I was wondering if you could read a fic with rafe about that

it’s Like toxic!rafe and reader

INSECURE

PAIRING: bsf!toxic!rafe x kook!reader warnings: emotional manipulation; self-hatred; toxic!rafe.

If someone asked you how it started, you couldn’t even tell them.

It was Rafe Cameron you were talking about.

Walking red flag, all ego, and too much money for his own good.

He had the type of face that made you forgive him even when you didn’t want to. And trust, you'd tried to not want to.

That never worked out, obviously.

It’s not like you thought you could change him or whatever. You were not one of those girls. You just...thought you’d be different. Special.

At some point in this fucked up story, you got caught up in that fairy tale bullshit. Maybe if you were the one who held his attention long enough, he’d stop messing around and actually be serious.

See you.

Spoiler alert: That’s not how it worked

You learned that real quick with Rafe. It wasn’t even two months in before you found some girl's scrunchie in his Jeep.

You were leaving the club, both tipsy, and you slid into the passenger seat when you spotted it in the back. You know how girls leave stuff behind like it’s a game? Their way of marking territory? That scrunchie was a neon sign that read, "I was here."

You picked it up, twirled it around your finger, and waited for him to notice.

He didn’t.

“What's this?” You finally asked, not even looking at him, just staring at that stupid pink scrunchie.

Rafe glanced over at it for half a second before shrugging, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

“Dunno. Probably Sarah’s.”

Sarah Cameron, his sister, the golden girl of the family. His excuse every time something came up.

“It’s not Sarah’s.”

You weren't buying it. You knew that girl’s style inside and out, and there’s no way in hell she’d be caught dead wearing something this basic. You tossed it into the backseat.

Of course he’d still treat you like shit, why care about a lifelong friendship, right?

Rafe rolled his eyes. He didn’t bother with the decency to act like he cared that you were pissed.

“You’re being dramatic,” he said, his voice dripping with that condescension that always made you feel stupid for caring. “It’s just a fucking scrunchie.”

But it wasn’t. Not to you.

See, the thing with Rafe is, he never said he was yours.

You never had some grand conversation about exclusivity or titles, none of that. That’s how it was with him. He’d show up at your door, flash that smile, and you’d forget every reason why he wasn’t good for you.

It wasn’t just the girls or the scrunchies or the way he’d disappear for days, leaving you with nothing but unanswered texts and half-assed explanations. It was you, how you felt around him.

You were constantly second-guessing yourself, wondering if you were enough, if you were what he wanted.

That feeling, that gnawing insecurity was starting to mess with your head. Things were so different before.

A week after the scrunchie incident, you found yourself at another one of those parties on Figure Eight, where we Kooks pretend we're so much better than everyone else but still drink cheap beer out of red solo cups.

It was the usual crowd—Topper, Kelce, a few other guys you barely knew, and, of course, Rafe.

You were wearing this black mini dress you knew he liked, the one that hugged your body in all the right places. You wanted to feel good tonight, make him see you the way you needed him to.

It was pathetic, but you thought if you played your cards right you'd get more than just half-hearted attention.

Halfway through the night, you saw her.

This girl—some random pogue you'd never seen before—leaning against the bar, laughing at something Rafe was saying.

It wasn’t that he was talking to her. No, it was the way he was looking at her, that look he used to give you when you first started whatever this was between you two.

As if she was the most interesting thing in the room, even if she was wearing that cheap, threadbare tank top and worn-out jean shorts. The clothes screamed that she probably worked at some surf shop or waited tables just to get by. And yet, here he was, cozying up to her like she was something special, just another girl he’d forget about tomorrow.

Making someone like you, compare yourself to someone like her.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry even after you drowned your drink, palms sweaty as you watched them. You could feel your heart sinking, your gut screaming at you to leave. You didn’t.

You stood there, like an idiot, frozen in place, watching him slide his hand up the back of her arm, a move so smooth, so practiced, it made you feel sick.

You hated this.

Hated yourself, that you let him have this kind of power over you.

Your mind did that annoying thing where it flashed back to the first time you slept with him, it wanted to torture you with every detail of how you got here.

You’d both been drunk, of course, but not blackout drunk—just the kind of buzzed where everything felt easy.

You’d known Rafe forever, been best friends since you were kids.

He was practically a part of you, or at least, he used to be.

You trusted him, which is why when he showed up at your place that night, laughing about something stupid, you didn’t think twice when he crashed on your couch.

Only he didn’t stay on the couch.

You remember how he looked at you from across the room, he wasn’t quite sure if he was going to make a move. He’d leaned in, brushed his hand against your leg—casual, but not really. Your heart had pounded in your chest, but you didn’t stop him.

You didn’t want to stop him.

When he kissed you, you were done for.

All those years of being “just friends” flying right out the window.

You were in his lap before you even realized what was happening, tugging at his shirt, pulling him closer. You told yourself it didn’t mean anything—it was just this one-time thing, a moment of weakness.

But Rafe… he knew how to get to you.

He made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered, even though you weren’t. You were just there, convenient.

At the time, you didn’t see it like that. You thought this would change everything, that the Rafe you’d grown up with was still in there somewhere, buried under all the coke, the girls, the fights.

You were wrong.

It hurt. It hurt like hell.

The worst part was, you couldn’t even blame the girl he was trying to fuck.

She probably had no idea who Rafe really was.

Your throat tightened as he leaned in, saying something that made her laugh again. That same laugh he’d once pulled out of you.

God, how could you be so stupid? You knew what he was. Shit, you’d known for years, and you still let yourself get wrapped up in him, hoping you’d be the exception.

You didn't.

You turned into just another girl he’d sweet-talk, mess with, and then forget about the second something new and shiny came along.

Topper came up beside you, nudging you with his shoulder.

“You okay?"

You blinked, tearing your eyes away from the scene in front of you and forcing a smile.

“Yeah, totally. Just need another drink.” Your voice was casual, but inside, you were falling apart.

He gave you a weird look, but shrugged it off.

Everyone knew how you felt about Rafe, you weren't subtle about it over the years.

You downed another vodka soda, the burn doing nothing to numb the pounding in your chest, and made a beeline for the back of the house.

You needed air.

You barely made it past the kitchen before you felt someone grab your wrist, pulling you into the hallway. You turned, expecting it to be some random guy, but no—it was Rafe.

His grip was tight, you could see the annoyance burning in his eyes.

“You’re leaving already?”

Rafe’s grip on your wrist was too tight, but that didn't surprise you anymore. It was always like this with him—one second, things were fine, and the next, you were stuck in this same stupid cycle of feeling stupid for caring.

“I just need some air,” you muttered, trying to pull away, but of course, he didn’t let go.

His eyes flicked across your face, trying to figure out if you were actually upset or just being “dramatic,” which, spoiler alert, you weren’t.

“C'mon. You’re not seriously mad about that girl, right?” His voice dripped with amusement, your feelings some kind of joke to him.

Rafe knew you were watching and didn't stop.

He leaned in, lowering his voice like that was supposed to make you feel better. “It’s not that deep.”

In nights like these, it's hard to remember this used to be your best friend, before you two started whatever this game was and he decided you just weren't that girl to him anymore.

Just another body he could call up when he needed to get laid.

You stared at him, mouth dry, trying to figure out why you were still standing here.

“Really?” You couldn’t help the sarcasm in your voice. “Because it kinda feels like it is.” You finally yanked your wrist free, stepping back. “Do you even care? Do you even care that you’re making me feel like this?”

“We’ve just having fun,” Rafe stared at you like you were overreacting. “I don’t get what the big deal is."

Fun. God, that word made your stomach turn.

Fun for who? You knew what he meant, but hearing it out loud still stung like a bitch. You’d been holding onto this hope, this ridiculous idea that he cared more. But it was so clear now.

This wasn’t a relationship, at all. Not a friendship either, anymore.

“It’s a thing because it is a thing,” you said, voice shaky. “I can’t just turn off my feelings like you do, Rafe. I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt when I see you flirting with other girls like I don’t exist.”

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

“I never said we were serious. You knew what this was from the start.”

And there it was.

The slap of reality you’d been avoiding for way too long.

He never did said you were his, never promised you anything more than what he gave—a few nights here and there, some attention when it was convenient for him.

It didn’t stop you from wanting more.

“But you still keep me around, don’t you?” you said quietly, mostly talking to yourself. “You keep me close when it’s easy, when it’s fun for you. And I let you.”

God, that hurt to admit out loud.

You let him make you feel like this, over and over again.

Rafe just stood there, unfazed. He shrugged, and it made you want to scream. “If you’re so unhappy, then leave.”

You stared at him, feeling your heart twist in your chest.

How did it always come back to this? Him pushing you away like you didn’t mean anything. You were standing right in front of him, hurting, and he still couldn't see you.

You searched his face for something—anything—that showed he actually gave a fuck, but there was nothing.

“Yeah,” you nodded, brows furrowed. “Maybe I should.”

Rafe blinked, staring at you like you’d just told him the sky was green, the words didn’t even register with him. He let out this half-laugh, half-scoff, eyebrows raised.

“Wait—what? You’re not serious right now.”

You stood there, trying to hold onto the last shred of whatever self-respect you had left, but his reaction made you feel like you were the crazy one. As if you weren’t the one who’d been dragged through the emotional wringer for months by him.

“I’m serious,” you said, keeping your voice as calm as possible, but inside, you were shaking. “I’m done.”

He shook his head, like you were talking nonsense.

“C’mon, stop. You always say shit like this when you’re mad. You’ll cool off in a couple hours. You’re just… overreacting..”

That word—overreacting—was like gasoline on the fire burning inside you.

“I’m not overreacting, I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling like an idiot every time I care about you. Every time I think we might actually be something.”

He took a step closer, and you could smell the cheap beer and expensive cologne clinging to him.

“We are something,” he said, his tone softening enough to sound almost genuine, he believed it. “We have fun. You’re acting like ’m out here trying to hurt you or somethin'.”

“You don’t think you’re hurting me because you never even think about me in the first place,” you snapped, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “You never even consider how any of this makes me feel, and that’s the problem. You don’t care.”

Rafe's jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue.

He didn’t fight back like you half-expected him to. Instead, he stared at you, confusion all over his face, it was the first time he’d ever heard any of this.

“So what, you’re just gonna leave?” He asked it like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. The concept of you actually walking away from him didn’t make any sense. “You’re not serious. You won’t actually leave.”

Your heart twisted at that—at how confident he was that you’d stay.

No matter how many times he messed up, how many girls there were, or how many times he ghosted you, you had always been right there, waiting.

All your life.

That's why he was so sure of it.

You felt your hands shake, you hated that he still had that power over you. Even now, standing here in this stupid hallway at some stupid party, your heart was still fighting your brain, wanting to hold onto him just a bit longer.

But you couldn’t.

“Yeah, Rafe. I’m leaving.” The words came out firm, stronger than you even thought you were capable of right now. “Not playing this game with you anymore.”

For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Panic, maybe, or the realization that he didn’t have you as locked down as he thought.

“You’re really gonna walk away from this?” He gestured between the two of you, as if whatever this was had been so good, so untouchable. “Don’t be stupid.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “I’m the one being stupid? You’ve taken me for granted this whole time, and I was dumb enough to let you."

He didn’t know how to answer, you could sense it in his expression. He never thought you’d dump him or call him on his shit and mean it.

Without waiting for him to say another word, you turned and walked away, feeling like you could breathe for the first time in a long time, but you hardly made it a few steps before you heard him call after you.

“Wait, hold on!”

You kept walking, forcing yourself to put one foot in front of the other. You knew if you stopped, if you even looked back at him, you’d get sucked right back in. Rafe wasn’t going to let it go that easy.

“Wait!” His voice was closer now, and before you could pick up the pace, he grabbed your arm again—not harshly this time, only enough to make you stop. “C'mon, don’t walk away. Talk t'me."

You sighed, shutting your eyes for a second before turning around.

“What do you want me to say?” You were so exhausted from this, from him, from the constant back and forth. “I’m not doing this anymore.”

He let go of your arm, running a hand through his hair, frustrated but trying to rein it in.

“Can we just… talk about this? You’re pissed right now, and I get it, but you can’t just leave like this.”

“I can leave,” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “That’s literally what I’m doing."

Rafe exhaled sharply, “You’re gonna throw everything away? After all this time?”

You stared at him, heart pounding in your chest.

“What exactly am I throwing away? Huh? What have we even been lately? All I’ve been doing is waiting around for you to decide if I’m worth more than just a random hookup whenever you feel like it.”

He winced at that, and you thought he’d get it. Maybe this would be the moment where he realized how badly he’d been screwing up.

Instead, he went for the same excuse he always did.

“It’s not like that,” he said quickly, “You know I care about you, okay? We’ve known each other forever. You’re… important to me.”

“Important to you?” You laughed, but it wasn’t even close to funny. “If this is how you treat people who are ‘important’ to you, then I don’t even wanna know how you treat people who aren’t. Oh wait! I do know."

Rafe sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to figure out the right thing to say. “I know I messed up. But…Can we just, think about it for a second? Talk about it?”

You shook your head, feeling the frustration build again.

“What is there to talk about? You only wanna have this conversation now because I’m done. You never wanted to talk about it before.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off.

"No, Rafe. You think I haven’t tried to bring this up? Every time I tell you how I feel, you brush me off. I’ve been bending over backwards, trying to make this work, and all I’ve gotten in return is you treating me like I’m an afterthought.”

Rafe frowned, his jaw tightening. “That’s not true. I’m here now, aren’t I? I’m trying to talk to you.”

“Because I’m walking away!” You scoffed, irritated enough to slap him if he kept pushing his narrative. “That’s the only reason you care right now—you don’t wanna lose control. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? You never thought I’d leave.”

He didn’t say anything, which pretty much told you everything you needed to know.

You took a deep breath.

“We used to be best friends. I knew you better than anyone, and you knew me. And now I don’t recognize you anymore or me when I’m around you. I deserve better than this and you know it.”

He looked like he was processing everything. His face wasn’t smug or arrogant anymore. He looked… lost, even scared.

It was the first time you’d seen him drop the act in a long time, and for a second, you felt that pull again—the one that always made you want to fix things, to make it better, to stay.

But you couldn’t keep saving him at the expense of yourself.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he finally said, his voice quieter. "You’re… you’re one of the only people who actually gets me. I don’t wanna lose that.”

That hit you right in the gut, because deep down, you didn’t wanna lose him either. He was right—you did know him better than anyone, but that didn’t change what he’d been putting you through.

Even if he was scared of losing you, that didn’t mean he was ready to treat you the way you deserved to be treated.

“I don’t wanna lose you either,” you admitted, “But I can’t keep doing this, being the girl you turn to when it’s convenient for you.”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to the ground, he was finally realizing how badly he’d screwed this up.

You sighed, “Look, I hope you figure your shit out. I really do. But I’m not sticking around to wait for that.”

You took two steps when you heard him again, this time his voice desperate.

“Wait—please. Just… don’t go.”

You paused, but didn’t turn around. You were trying so hard to keep it together, to not let him see how badly this was wrecking you.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sober.”

Slowly, you turned back around, eyes wide. “What?”

He looked at you, begging you to understand.

“I’m serious. Since I stopped using…you’re the only thing that’s been helping me hold it together. You leaving—it’s gonna fuck me up. You know that.”

Your heart twisted, hard. Of course he’d pull this now.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” 

“I’m not lying,” He insisted, taking a step closer. “I swear. I’m trying to do better. You’re the reason I haven’t gone back to that shit. You’ve always been the one to pull me out of it, and if you leave—”

“Stop!" you snapped, holding up a hand. “Do you hear yourself right now? You’re really trying to put this on me?” Your voice was rising, and you didn’t even care if people inside the party heard you. “You’re trying to make me responsible for you staying clean? Do you realize how fucked up that is?”

Rafe flinched, his expression changing from desperate to defensive.

“I’m just saying it how it is. You’ve helped me more than anyone else, you know that.”

“No,” you shot back, shaking your head in disbelief. “I’m not doing this, carrying that weight for you. That’s not fair, and you know it.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you weren’t done.

“You can’t dump your problems on me and expect me to fix them! I’m not your therapist, and I’m definitely not your savior.” Your chest was heaving now, all the anger and hurt that had been building up for months finally spilling over. “You don’t get to use your sobriety as a leash to keep me here.”

His face fell at that, and you saw the flash of guilt.

“I’m not trying to manipulate you,” he said, though even he sounded unsure of his words now. “I..I don’t know what else to do.”

“You don’t know what to do because you’ve never had to deal with the consequences of your actions,” You scowled, "You’ve always just said whatever you needed to say to keep people around, to keep me around.”

“That’s not what this is,” he muttered, but it sounded weak even to him.

You took a deep breath, “I’m glad you’re sober. I really am. But that’s not my responsibility, it never should’ve been.” You paused, feeling every word you were about to say. “If staying clean depends on me staying in your life, then you haven’t changed, you’ve just found a new addiction. I’m not gonna be your crutch anymore. You need to get better for you, Rafe."

Rafe’s shoulders slumped, you could see the defeat in his eyes, he was finally realizing that no matter what he said, this time you weren’t coming back.

“Please don’t do this,” he whispered, “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

You blinked back the tears that were starting to sting your eyes. “You’ll figure it out."

He was on his knees before you realized. Literally.

Your eyes widened in complete disbelief. “Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?”

He wasn’t looking at you anymore, just staring at the floor, hands running through his hair in panicked motions.

“Please don’t leave. I’m begging you. I—I can’t… I don’t know what to do without you.”

You froze, staring at him like he’d lost his damn mind. Because maybe he had. What was this? It was sad. And kind of terrifying.

“Get up.” Your voice wasn’t loud anymore—it was flat, emotionless. “Rafe, seriously. Get the fuck up.”

He didn’t move.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, over and over again. “I’m so fucking sorry! You’re all I’ve ever had, okay? Since we were kids, you’ve been the only person who’s ever stuck with me. Everyone else leaves, not you. You’ve always been there, no matter how much I’ve messed up.”

You had always been there, through everything, the good, the bad, and the absolute worst. That’s why it hurt so damn much now—he’d taken that loyalty, that friendship, and twisted it into something ugly and unrecognizable.

“I can’t believe this,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. “I seriously can’t believe you right now.” You shook your head, staring at him in disbelief. “You think getting on your knees and saying some bullshit is gonna make me forget all the times you hurt me?"

He looked up at you, his eyes glassy, and it almost made your heart break. Almost, you weren't going to fall for it anymore.

“I didn’t mean to take you for granted. I just—I never thought you’d leave. You never left before.”

“And that’s exactly why we’re here,” you snapped, “You always thought I’d stay, no matter how bad you treated me. You counted on it."

“I know I fucked up. But I’ll do anything to fix it. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Please, just don’t go.”

You stared at him, the guy you’d known since forever, the one you’d stuck by when no one else did, the one you thought you could save, even though you couldn’t even save yourself when you were with him.

Him on his knees wasn’t him fixing anything, this was him panicking, terrified that the one thing he’d taken for granted all these years was slipping away.

“II’ve been there for you since we were six, and look where that’s gotten me, where that’s gotten us.”

His eyes were pleading, but you knew that if you stayed, this would keep happening. He would hurt you again, and you’d forgive him.

That's what you did. That’s what you’d always done.

“I can’t keep being your safety net."

He shook his head. “I don't know how to live without you."

That was the saddest part of all. He had no idea who he was without you constantly there to catch him when he fell.

You were sick of being the one holding him up while he pulled you down. You looked down at him, one last time—this broken, scared version of Rafe you never wanted to see.

“I’m sorry. But this isn't love, it's you being afraid of losing control and I’m not gonna let you use me to keep your shit together anymore.”

His eyes filled with tears, your heart ached, because yeah, despite everything, you loved him once, with your entire heart and then some. You still did in some messed-up way.

Love wasn’t supposed to feel like drowning.

“I hope you get better,” you choked out, taking a step back. “I really do. But I can’t be a part of this anymore.”

For the first time in your life, you were the one to walk away.

[jacksabbotts]

spencer reid x fem!bsf!reader tw .' suggestive themes , nsfw ( mdi 18+ )

imagine being alone at the bau with spencer late at night

the bullpen is unusually quiet. pretty much vacant except for the two of you. you and spencer's desk were adjacent to one another. so everytime you moved, yawned, reached for you coffee, his eyes were on you.

you were very aware of this. it was precisely the reason you kept doing it.

he was trying. he was really trying. the paperwork in front of him had been on the same page for the last fifteen minutes and in those fifteen minutes you had done nothing but turn him on.

he doesn't understand how you do it.

you sigh and the stretch and the button on your blouse look like they are about to give way as you arch your chest and your cleavage threatens to spill free. and now he's hard.

you stand and lean over your desk and definition lean over his to ask him a dumb question about the files you were filling out. a question, mind you, that you already knew the answer to. you had done it purely because you knew your shirt would dip and your tits would be in full view, right in front of his eyes. and now he's straining against his slacks.

you toe off the high heels that were a few inches too high for your comfort. but you had worn them be they made you legs look ethereal. and spencer reid couldn't tear his eyes away from them if he wanted to. you'd taken to trailing your pantyhose clad foot up his leg until it is practically in his lap. and now he is twitching.

he wanted to ask you what you think your doing but he couldn't form a coherent thought let alone a whole sentence that he would then have to say out loud. he told himself that if just doubled down and didn't look at her again for the rest of the night that he would be home free. as if it would be that easy.

he told himself not to look at you. he should absolutely not look at you again.

and now he's looking.

you are stretching again. but this time your shirt is riding up your navel and your belly button is peaking out. his mouth dried but he still had enough saliva to lick his lips.

'hey spency?' god! even your voice was turning him on. he was swelling enough that the button of his slack was pressing uncomfortably into him. he's doesn't know if its even possible for him to get any harder.

‘can i ask you a silly question?’

he hums out a nonchalant response, no confident to speak but not wanting you to think he is ignoring you. even sitting down, spencer still has about a foot on you so you have to looks up at him. peering through your eyelashes.

oh and look at that, he just got harder. painfully.

'did you think of me when you touched yourself on the jet last week?' you asked. he stilled immediately. almost comically so.

he had no idea what you were gonna ask but that was certainly not in the top one hundred.

THE END \ masterlist

[applecidersturniolo]

can’t sleep alone.

( pinky promises au.)

in which… bsf!chris can’t sleep alone so him and bsf!reader have a sleepover.

“oh my god, can you take up any more room, beluga?!” you laughed as you push chris, making him clutch your soft sheets, “pleaseeee y/n! just hold me!” chris whined, “absolutely not! you bite!” you defended as you tried to tug the grey blanket back over to your side, “that was one time! you’re really gonna hold that shit against me?” chris spoke sitting up, leaning on his left arm, looking down at you with his messy hair and blue eyes. you let your gaze linger onto his freckles that starred the bridge of his nose, you wondered how many there were and how long it would take to count them, but you quickly snapped out of your trance when chris’ eyes locked with yours.

“whatcha thinkin’ about?” chris hummed, you simply shake your head, “nothing..just..nothing..” you trailed. chris raises an eyebrow, “you’re lying,” chris spoke simply, like he was looking right through you..because he was.

you could feel your walls crumble, you could never keep anything hidden from him, even if you tried like your life depended on it.

“was just..looking at your freckles,” you shrug the admission off, but chris has a stupid grin on his face, “yeah, and?” he poked as he tilted his head a bit, “and i wanna count them”

“38..39..40.” you hummed as your finger tip touched the last of the tan dots on chris’ face. “40?” chris questioned as he peaked an eye open, “40.” you echoed

chris’ eyes fully open and admire you for a second, he can’t help but have this strange feeling of longing for you. don’t get him wrong, he adores being your best friend, but he often finds himself wondering if there was ever the slimmest chance of you guys being more.

chris’ thoughts got pulled away when he noticed you rubbing your jaw, your eyebrows knotting together, “what’s your problem?” chris chuckled a bit, “dude i think..i think i got dog jaw..” you mumbled, “feel it-“ you spoke jutting your jaw closer to chris, chris scoffs and lifts up his fingers to touch it, “fuck is dog-“ his sentence was instantly interrupted by you barking in his face, “HOLY FUCK-“ chris yelled back, you’re clutching your stomach as you try not to barrel over laughing. “you’re like..actually fucking crazy! actually need to be put in a ward, y/n!” chris laughed as he shook his head in disbelief.

you and chris lie on your backs, staring up at the ceiling as you passed the joint back and forth to each other, chris’ eyes half lidded, he turns his head to face you as you continue to stare forward, “you’re my best friend.” he mumbled, you crack a smile, “yeah? you’re my best friend too.” you mumbled back, your gaze still locked with your ceiling fan as if it was the most interesting thing ever. “you think we are best friends in every life time?” you asked softly, “oh most definitely..” chris laughed a bit, “but we thrive in this one.”

ugh, bsf!chris..ur the loml

divider creds: @malsmind

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