#even though I haven’t seen one of the other friends there in a awhile and wouldn’t loved to see him

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ZB1 Reaction - You Say Their Name

Genre: Reaction, fluff, a pinch or two of crack

Background: You have been around him for some time but never really used his name to speak to him until now.

Warning: Yujin + Jiwoong’s are a little longer sorry I took a break while writing this 😭

A/N: Happy ZB1 debut day!!! At this point I haven’t seen the comeback yet. This reaction is a call back to Say My Name era on Boys Planet in a unique way! 🫶

Zhang Hao

He saw you as the more distant person among his acquaintances and didn’t bother you as much because of it. He respects your space and if you’re not comfortable enough to talk to him, he’d rather not push you.

One day you found a really funny meme and decide to show him. “Zhang Hao, look at this!”

“Hm?” He’ll ask with raised eyebrows, his heart moved by your attention to him after all this time.

You hold your phone out to him, meeting him by his side to watch his reaction. You get the cutest giggle out of him.

“Oh, then I have something to show you too.” He adds before searching for a funny post he recently liked that he thought catered to your humor.

You two bond over your sense of humor and exchange phone numbers before his schedule whisks him away.

Sung Hanbin

You took one of his classes when you were on the lookout for a new hobby. You had such a good time even though tutting isn’t easy.

Swamped with work again, it takes you awhile to sign up for another one of his classes. In the midst of your busy schedule, you think you see him in a store you frequently go to.

“Sung Hanbin?” You ask carefully hoping you’re right and didn’t make a fool out of yourself.

He turns his attention away from a display and smiles politely. “Yes?”

That’s when it clicks. He probably has no idea who you are. A lot of students attended the tutting class.

“Ah, I’m Y/N. I took your tutting class at your studio. I guess I wanted to come say hi and thank you for leading such an engaging class. Dancing is my new hobby.” You ramble on but manage to say everything you meant to say.

He smiles and nods through your immense gratitude for him, his eyebrows furrowing at particular parts that he thinks praise him too highly. Our humble king. “Ah, you’re lovely. I remember watching you try to perfect every hand movement in the mirror. I’m glad I could provide you with a new hobby! Will I be seeing you in class again?”

“Of course!”

Seok Matthew

Matthew was the saint that was always there when you were having a hard time. He held the elevator for you who was sprinting to make it inside, offered you a ride home when it was pouring outside, listened to your advice and opinions on things when others weren’t, and called you his friend when you least expected that title.

The difference this time was that you were going to take him by surprise for a change. That’s what his kind gestures have led up to. While you were used to saying “thank you”, you never really addressed him by his name. It was nameless appreciation.

But when he takes some of the items you were clearly having a hard time juggling to hold in your arms…

“Thank you, Matthew.” Is what you say.

As if his dream came true, his face brightens up and he gifts you with one of his shy smiles.

“Haha no problem Y/N.” He responds lightly trying to keep calm though he’s screaming on the inside.

Ricky

An extremely handsome guy enters your cafe during work hours and he takes you ABACK with his aura. You’re suddenly so glad someone traded shifts with you. Your somehow unphased co-worker takes this man’s order before handing it off to you to make.

You feel his gaze on you for a moment—until it drops to his phone to check something on it. With his head down, you can hardly take your eyes off him as you prepare his order. Unfortunately you may never see him again, which is why you call his name with the utmost enthusiasm.

“Ricky?!”

He peers up at you and greets you with a cute smile before grabbing his order. “Thank you~”

Your eyes remain locked on each other a couple seconds too long for just a meaningless encounter.

“Y/N.” You point to your name tag assuming he wanted to know your name.

He hums and nods. “Y/N, thank you. Have a good day.”

Little did you know he would become a regular just for you <3

Park Gunwook

You had been window shopping today and came across a busking event as you walked around the city. Music along with someone’s talented rapping voice echoes down the street.

You approach the crowd to get a closer look. That’s when you catch a glimpse of a guy you frequently sat next to in school one year. You talked sometimes, but you weren’t really on a first name basis.

You decide to cheer along with the crowd, remembering his name as it used to appear on his school uniform. “Park Gunwook!”

The sudden unique cheer throws him off and he looks over in your general direction. You can tell he’s flustered in the face when he spots you but he keeps going until the end of his verse.

Once his performances are over, he rushes to come see you before you decide to leave. “Y/N!!”

You smile at each other and applaud him again for his charismatic performance. “By the way, did I scream a little too loud?”

He shakes his head all giggly, flashing you his big smile. “I remembered your voice, plus I don’t go by Park Gunwook when I rap.”

“Then what do you go by?”

“TopGunz.”

You can tell he’s not joking.

Kim Taerae

You went to a gathering that people you knew were going to be at. You really were not enthusiastic about going, but you were curious and felt guilty since you had a track record of skipping events like this.

To your surprise, you have a good time up until the host initiates a game of truth or dare.

Sitting in a circle that looks more like an oval, you’re eventually the next person to ask.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

You scan the room but it’s no use. No one gives away what they’re thinking through their facial expressions. This was a 50/50 question.

“Um…dare.” You choose.

“I dare you to hold hands with someone for the rest of the night. Who will it be?” The host instigates with the help of an online list of dares.

“Kim Taerae.” You say in almost the same second that the question into the air to be ‘oooh’ed at.

The called-out young man perks up not expecting you to call his name one bit. “Me?” He can’t stop smiling as he gets up to be beside you.

When your fingers lace together, you notice his hand is warm, some callouses adding to the nature of his hand.

“You’re allowed to switch hands, but you can never let go of each other.”

You two would never let each other go. A lifelong dare meant to stand the test of time.

Kim Gyuvin

You were sitting on the bench at a bus stop when a familiar acquaintance sat on the other end of it. You end up locking eyes and you laugh in unison.

“Hello.”

“Hello~”

Minutes go by and without delay, the bus arrives. You two get up to board it and end up sitting in rows across from each other.

The ride is quiet besides the couples of people to the front of you and behind you having their own conversations.

The bus stops at some photoshoot place and the tall male gets up to leave the bus, accidentally leaving his jacket behind on the seat beside where he was.

“Gyuvin!”

He turns around in shock at the sound of your voice.

“You forgot your jacket.” You get up, scooping up his leather jacket and handing it over to him.

He gives you a sheepish grin and bows politely. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll um see you again sometime?”

Kim Jiwoong

As a staff on the set of a drama, not only do you get to service the actors, but you also get to peek in at the production occasionally.

The scene being filmed today requires several touch-ups to the actors’ makeup, so you have a closer look at the acting on set.

You make sure to run up to Jiwoong, your assigned actor, to reapply makeup as requested by the director between takes.

He is nice and friendly to everyone apart of the project while his character unironically contrasts so much in front of the camera. His character is cold, confident, and assertive.

Still not completely out of the emotions of the character, he has a somewhat tense look on his face.

“Relax your face for me, Jiwoong. You’re doing great.” You sneak in a compliment being thoroughly amazed by his dedication to the drama.

He gifts you with a small smile before relaxing. “Thank you Y/N, I have to work hard because you work hard too.” He responds in a similar tone as his on-camera character, which makes you hot and flustered inside.

“Still in-character?”

“A little~” He whispers cooly and it takes everything in you not to bolt out of the set area.

“Wow, you’re crazy Mr. Jiwoong...” You tease as you finish up his makeup and take a step back.

He winks at you before taking his place and resuming filming again.

Han Yujin

There is an internet cafe that you frequent since it’s merely a 5-10 minute walk from your house. You’re embarrassed to admit it but almost everyday, you come over to the pc room to play an online game that’s had you hooked.

The game is popular enough that you can easily play with others local to you. While you may have thought that was cool at surface level, you never really gave it a second thought.

You grow fond of a few players and “friend” them on your gaming account. You all start coordinating times to play as a result.

One day, you sit down to meet your online friends in-game using a mic and headset as usual. When you are successful at a specific mission that had you and your friends stumped, you can hear loud cheering from next to you.

There is a small delay between what you hear in your headphones and what you’re hearing beside you. You could’ve sworn you heard your gamer tag being uttered from both, saying the same thing.

“Ohhh! Amazing! Wow, you totally carried us, (your gamer tag)!” Seems to echo in-game and in real life.

The outburst, or outbursts, take you off guard and you push your left headphone off your ear wondering if you were just hearing things.

“Guys guys, let’s go heal up! I took a lot of damage.” The guy beside you says grinning ear to ear, eyes glued to a screen running the same game as yours.

“Wait…Yujin?!?!” You say overwhelmed with shock and kind of excitement. You poke his shoulder repeatedly and of course you scare the life out of him—he’s screaming bloody murder over voice chat.

He soon recovers and it’s clear that you’re the only one who has put two and two together given his bewildered expression.

“I’m (your gamer tag)!” You clear up quickly before he thinks a crazy person suddenly spawned in real life.

His eyes go wide as he recognizes who you are from your computer screen. He then leans far back in his chair letting out a heavy sigh. “Wahhh! It’s really you?!”

You laugh along with the rest of your friends—who are absolutely dying of laughter listening in online—and nod at Yujin.

“Sorry for startling you, you startled me! Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a meal.” You say to Yujin while the others “ooooh” over voice chat.

—

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yeah,,,, sad boy,,,,, anyway

I got this request in like february and then i lost it but it was on anon so i hope it finds whoever requested it even though i bet they don't remember, hey lovely! i LOVED your last post so i was wondering if i could submit a post? ive had this idea for awhile…. A JJ Maybank x kook!reader where JJ just keeps bringing up the fact that the reader and rafe used to have a fling and the reader just breaks down and asks JJ why he keeps bringing it up and JJ tells her its because he saw that Rafe still texts the reader and JJ like demands that the reader blocks Rafe. you can end it however you like! i just like a lot of angst lmao ❤️💋 It should be stated that i did get carried away and forgot a few things but I hope you enjoy <3 WC: 5k, not beta'd

“You’re staring.” You saw JJ looking at you from the other side of the small living room in the chateau. You’d been texting in your group chat with your friends from your old school, since some of them had switched to boarding schools and whatnot, but you caught him out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m not.”

“What are you doing then?”

“Admiring.”

You moved closer to the edge of the couch and made room for him. He jumped on next to you, nearly landing right on top of you. “You’re typing pretty fast. Who’re you talkin’ to?”

You learned in the last few months that you’d been together now that JJ was not the terribly jealous type in public. He was the first guy you’ve dated that understood that if you’re dating a hot girl, there’s no reason she should stop being a hot girl. If anything, he liked it more. He liked that everyone would look at you but you’d always be looking at him. The problem came whenever you took a second to look away. You both knew what it was like to feel insecure, like someone was leading you on for no reason, like there was no trust. 

“Just my friends from school.”

“What about?”

“They’re trying to plan something next Saturday.”

He made a face you couldn’t see but you could feel it from his cheek moving on your shoulder. “What?”

When you looked at him he tried to take a neutral expression. “We’re going out Saturday.”

“I know.” Your voice didn’t match his. He sounded rough and salty, you were smooth and sweet. “That’s why I said ‘they’re’ trying to. My Saturdays are yours.”

“Good.” He pushed up to kiss you then went out to see what Pope and John B were doing outside. 

Kiara had been watching from the kitchen with a curled lip and a raised brow, holding her cold bottle to her chest. She got you one before she came and sat where JJ had just been. “Possessive much?”

“It’s fine.” You dropped the sweetness and just sounded bored. 

“You see him every Saturday?”

“I see him every day. And I guess that includes the days my friends I haven’t seen in 6 months are back in.” You shrugged and rolled your head to the back of the couch after taking a drink. “It’s fine.”

“Why don’t you tell him you want to see them?”

Another shrug, “He’ll ask why I want to go out with some Kooks when I can be with you guys.”

“That’s ridiculous.” She stood up like she was going to walk right out and tell him you’re going, but you pulled her back by the elbow. “What?”

“I’ll talk to him later.”

“Promise?”

You nodded and locked your pinky with hers before going outside. 

***

As Saturday approached, your phone buzzed more and JJ got more…territorial. You put it back on do not disturb and set it down by your leg, the one he wasn’t next to, and went back to watching your feet dangle with the tide slowly rising and the wake of a boat every so often splashing your toes. Adding an occasional kick to watch the way it rippled. The sun was settling behind you like an over-ripe peach. Big and bleeding towards orange, it spilled into the water, sending little arcs of light swimming with every roll of water.

“Who’s going Saturday?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re friends are going out Saturday, which ones?”

“Oh, yeah. Um I don’t think you’d know most of them but like Sarah Cameron, maybe her brother, I don’t know though. Lizzie Callaghan, Riley, Jack. I forget who else.”

“You wanted to go out with Rafe Cameron?” It sounded ugly when he said it like that.

“I wanted to go out with my friends whether or not he was there. I told you I wasn’t going to go since we already made plans that day. It’s fine, we’re both happy with it, don’t worry about it.”

“You don’t seem very happy about it.” He pulled his legs up from the water and his heels left the almost grey old wood of the dock dark with salt water. He pulled his arms around his shins.You thought you’d get through without it being brought up, having spent another day together in the cut. He hated going to your house. Not that he hated your house, he hated how far it was from his, how it was further than distance, it was tax brackets away, worlds away. 

“I haven’t seen them in a while, I’d like to see them soon. I have plans that day, they’ll be back. It’s fine.” Your posture went to shit after you grabbed your phone. Not that it was the best before, when you were looking at the water, but now your arms weren’t holding you up so your back was curled like a shell. Just to check the time and if Sarah or Kie texted you.

“Yeah, cus I’m sure you never get to see Rafe.”

“Jesus Christ, Jay. I told you that we went on 3 dates four years ago,” you slammed the face of your phone on the dock next to you, not the best idea. “He is in college in Massachusetts! So yes, we “dated” when I was 14, and we stayed friendly because his sister is one of my best friends.” You stood up and grabbed your bag on the way, he hardly even moved, just craned his neck and let his view of you be blurred by the sun behind you. “Yes, I would like to see him, but he, and all my other friends, will be here for the whole summer, there’s more than enough time for me to see them any other non-Saturday.” 

“So you still talk?”

“Holy fuck.” You put a hand to your head and turned away for a second. 

“I’m just saying like, you’re my girlfriend. It’s not impossible to think that maybe I don’t want you hanging around with that kind of asshole.”

“What is ‘that kind of asshole’?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I feel like I don’t.”

“I mean he was a classist prick to me and all my friends my whole life,” he finally stood up now, and moved so that he blocked the sun from your eyes.

“When he was fucking 12!”

“What about last year when he crashed me and John B’s party at the boneyard? You remember that right? You and him and all your little kooks came, flocking like fuckin– fucking vultures.”

“Fuck this,” you remembered that night, the two of them got into a fight over a keg, and yes Rafe did make some low blows about him being a pogue from the Cut, but that was a year ago, when he was still using and while he was drunk, he’s still accountable, but he’s not that person anymore. 

You tried to get past him but he made a lame attempt at blocking your way. “I just want to go home, Jay. I don’t want to do this anymore.” You looked at him now and saw the way his face went from annoyed to apologetic. 

“That’s ok, hey, that’s fine. We don’t have to talk about it anymore.” He tried smoothing your hair back and letting his hand coast down to your neck but you moved away. “Just let me drive you home.”

“I don’t want– I’m fine, I’ll call Sarah. Just– Please.”

“Please what? I don’t know what you want.”

“I want you to stop. I want this to stop.”

“I don– honey, what do you mean?”

“I mean I can’t even breathe around you like this. It’s– It’s suffocating, Jay. I love you, you know that. I don’t know why you can’t just believe it too.” He let you walk away after that. What more was there to say. 

***Saturday***

Since you got together, the last 3 days have been the longest JJ’s gone without seeing you. He was laying on the pull out sofa backwards, his head dropped down over the foot of the bed, not caring that the mattress has sunk over the years and the black metal bar was digging into the back of his neck. He knew he shouldn’t let his pen go upside down, but he needed the distraction, he blew it down trying to fight the cloud from going up before it evaporated. 

Kiara was cross legged on the other couch, tapping through her friends’ snap stories. She still had some of the people you went to school with added. “Hey J,” she said.

“Hmm?” 

“Have you seen Sarah’s story?”

“Why would I see Sarah’s story?”

“I don’t know. You want to?”

“Not really.” He flipped over so the front of his throat was on the bar and he let out a long groan before he fixed his position. 

“She’s lookin awfully comfy up with Sarah.” He knew who she ment by “she.”

“Lemme see.”

“I’m not moving, you come here.”

He groaned again when he flipped off over the couch, like an old man. 

Kie swiped it back to the beginning and he saw the progression of you and some other girls in the back of one of their brand new broncos. The roof was off and the next one was a boomerang of your big smiles and hair blowing wild. Then another of you all at lunch, the waiter must have taken it of you. Some of your food, then the sky with your hand pointing to a cloud and your voice saying “That one looks like a chameleon. I’m telling you, look at it.” “What are you talking about?” It sounded like Rafe but Sarah kept it pointed at the sky. “You’re looking at it wrong.” It panned down to you standing behind Rafe, taking him by the shoulders and turning him in the right direction. “That looks like a dog.” It ended with you slapping him on the arm. 

The next story was Riley’s, Sarah’s cousin, after the few Kiara skipped through of just the restaurant, there was one of you and Sarah dancing in the street. It looked like it you were still just outside the restaurant, one with an overt theme of a European café. There was a street performer with his open guitar case in front of his stool, his instagram handle on a piece of cardboard tapped to the back of it. In the background, behind you two spinning each other around, it looked like Rafe threw some money in there and then said something to the busker. The next video was of Rafe playing a song that had you all laughing and spinning together. He looked away when he saw you turn your head to look at him. 

He looked different than the last time he saw him, healthier, he lost that faraway look he used to have in his eyes. He looked good, and you looked like you liked it. 

Kiara turned off her phone and shifted to look at him better. “Doesn’t matter.” She put her hand over his, “She’s just happy he’s doing better, that has nothing to do with how she feels about you.”

“I know that, I know. I just– fuck, I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, you fucked it up a little bit, but not ruined.”

“I don’t want her to hate me.”

“I don’t think she has it in her to hate anyone, especially you.”

***The Cameron House***

Your day ended with a backyard camp out just like you used to do as kids. After all the tents were set up and Riley and Sarah kicked the boys out, you made your 9 person tent into a 5 girl paradise. There was an honest fear in all of you that all your sunset lamps and starry night projectors would overwhelm even the industrial powerstrips, but Sarah assured you, as she plugged in the fourth fan, that it’d all be fine. It was like sitting in a sunset. Pinks and peaches and bubbly orange colors everywhere you looked. Fluffy duvets lined every inch of the floor and there was no escape from all the pillows. Memoryfoam, down, throw, body, king size, every kind of pillow you could imagine stolen from every room in the house. You were between Lizzie and Sarah with Riley and Wheezie across from you. 

You always used to have a camp fire before you went back to your tents, and by the time you noticed that the sun was beginning to set from your captured sky in the tent, Rafe and the three other boys had gotten it started. 

Lizzie was handing you everyother s’more she made, which really meant that she messed every other one up and gave it to you when she didn’t want it. You were on your second when Rafe noticed you looking cold and holding your hands in front of the fire and elbowed Sarah to go get you a sweater or something. She came back and apologized if it was the wrong size, it was Rafe’s that he grew out of 4 years ago and she never grew into length-wise. “Have another, have another.” Lizzie was trying to bring another s’more to your lips. 

“I can’t, I’ll be sick if I have any more.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.” You knew she was joking when she knocked her shoulder into yours.

“No, you’re the one trying to kill me.”

“Death by s’mores?”

“It’s an epidemic.” Wheezie said as she popped another perfectly goldened marshmallow into her mouth.

You gave Lizzie a look then moved to the bench at the side of the fire where the smoke wasn’t blowing. The only open seat was between Rafe and Jack. Let’s just hope that no one posts anything else tonight. 

“Sick of the s’mores?” Jack asked you.

“Yeah, the perfect goop in the middle can only make the charred black shell on the outside worth it so many times before it’s just not.”

“Pull it off then,” Rafe suggested.

“And lose the exhilarating crunch? Never.”

Rafe shrugged, knowing you were just going to keep going in circles, just for fun, and reached over the arm of the bench to offer you something from the cooler. “Surprise me.”

“Close your eyes then.”

“Why?”

“It needs to be a real surprise. If I got something you don’t like you’d just have me put it away and get you something else. Where’s the surprise in that?”

“Hmph.” You closed your eyes and opened your hand to accept the can, the condensation was dripping into the place where your thumb meets your hand and whatever he gave you tasted like fizzy lemon and basil. You hummed trying to figure it out without opening your eyes, in the end you gave up and read the label anyway. “I’m not gonna get high off of this, right?”

“It’s CBD.”

“I don’t know what you’re giving me.”

“I gave you a seltzer.”

“With CBD.”

“Would you be making as big a deal as this if I gave you a beer or something?”

You shrugged and he went to take your can away and replace it with a corona. “Wooah, woah, woah, who said I was done with that?”

“You.”

“No. It was good.”

“Good.” He let go and you took another sip. You took another look around at the fire and everyone around it then brought one leg up to hug against yourself. “So how’ve you been?”

“I’m alright. You?”

“Better than I’ve been in a while.”

“That’s good, I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks…yeah.” He cracked open another can of seltzer, just a regular one. “So I hear you’re going out with that Maybank kid.”

“Don’t call him that, you know his name.”

“Sorry, JJ. How long?”

“A few months. 6 actually.”

“And he let you come out with me?”

“He didn’t let me. I dom’t need anyone to let me do anything.”

“I’m sorry, I just meant–”

“It’s fine, sorry. It’s fine.”

“Should I apologize to him?” He was looking at you but you were just looking at the fire, Jack had left you by then to put out a flaming marshmallow.

“For what?”

“I don’t know, being a dick to him for however long.”

“Probably.” You looked at him now and he looked sincere enough for you to want to continue the conversation. 

“You know that I was really in a bad place then, right? Like using every chance I got, just being a dick and having no idea what I was doing?”

“I know. Doesn’t excuse it though.”

“I know that, I do. Which is why I want to apologize. And I’m not just gonna blame my dad either though, like I should have known better than to just regurgitate all the shit he was telling be about the Cut and pogues and whatever, all that shit that doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, I get that.” You turned so you could face him too, your leg was still up on the bench between you two.

“And I wanted to apologize to you too. I was a complete asshole to you that whole time too. I was so stupid and I shouldn’t have been messing with you when you were like 14.”

You took a deep breath before you said anything. You never really had any strong feelings about when you “dated” before, whenever you thought back to it you thought it was all just because you were young and didn’t know any better. Now that he’s saying this though, it just floods your memory of all the times he tried manipulating you into things you weren’t ready for. You never gave in and eventually he gave up and found some other girl that’d fall for the flash of an amex faster than a smile, but you never actually fell that hard to feel any overwhelming feelings about it. “Can I hug you?”

“Really?” Obviously not the reaction he was expecting. 

“Mhm.” He leaned in and you rubbed one hand up and down his back a few times. “I forgive you.”

“For real?”

“You’re trying to be better, I believe it.”

***The Chateau***

“JJ, no!” Kiara tried to go after him before John B blocked his way out the front door.

Clearly, someone was posting more videos than you knew about. Kie and JJ were just watching baby sensory videos, the ones with the bouncing vegetables, when she got a post notification. “You wanna look at it?”

He shrugged for the thousandth time that night. “Sure.”

And there was the flaming marshmallow melting on the stone and one of them trying to stomp it out with their $50 flip flop… and you in the background, first with you looking into Rafe’s eyes. Next with your arms around him and his face turned into your neck. Whether he was talking or anything else meant nothing to JJ. 

John B was enough to stop him even if he kept trying to push him out of the way. “The fuck is wrong with you, man?”

“She’s supposed to be with me, ok?” He was angry but they heard the hurt underneath. “She’s supposed to be with me and I keep– I keep fucking it up.” He beat a weak fist on John B’s chest before he took him into his arms. 

“You didn’t. You didn’t. Listen, listen, hey,” JJ finally pulled back to let John B look at him. “We’ll have her over tomorrow, yeah? Have her over, you guys can talk and figure it out?” JJ was shaking his head. “What? What is it?”

“She doesn’t want me. I fucked it all up and she doesn’t want me anymore.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Kie, show him the thing.”

“What thing?”

“Jay, I don’t think–”

“Just show him the video.”

She went through it and showed John B, she pointed out you and Rafe. “See?” JJ was about to cry again, so John B pulled him back in like a little kid.

“We’ll have her over tomorrow.”

***The Cameron House***

The fire was dying out and you and Sarah were the last ones out. Everyone else was sleeping, or at least laying down in their tents. 

“You’re still with JJ?”

“Mhm,” You nodded and took another sip from your sprite. “Actually, I don’t know. It’s been weird.”

“What do you mean?” She moved closer to your side. 

“He didn’t want me coming, first because we had a date set, then because he’s still banged up about Rafe and the stuff he used to do. Also because of the 4 dates we went on when I was like 12.” She knew you meant 14, semantics. She hated those 4 weeks, they were miserable. 

“But you still came?”

“Mhm, I haven’t seen him since Tuesday.”

“But–”

“He hates your brother.”

“He’s not the only one. But he’s gotten better.”

“I know he has, he apologized to me earlier tonight.”

“So he–”

“He want’s to apologize to JJ too. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, I just…”

“It’s ok, I get it.”

“Thank you. I don’t want to mess it up with him. It’s been going so well, and he’s so wonderful when he wants to be. He’s just…he’s everything and I love it but I just can’t stand it when he gets all weird about coming to my house, he never wants to meet any of you guys or come anywhere near figure 8. I don’t feel bad about what I have, and I don’t pity him for what he has, but I just wish it didn’t matter. Like I wish no one ever told him that he’s just a ‘dirt broke pogue’ or that he’s gonna end up like his dad. He could do so so much if he wanted and I just want him to know that. I don’t want anything to hold him back and I just want to give him the whole world and make him happy but I know he won’t take it,” She put an arm around you and rubbed your shoulder that was against her chest with her other hand. You hiccuped a sob before you realized it and took a breath to collect yourself. “I don’t know if he thinks he isn’t worth it, or he doesn’t deserve it because he isn’t worth it, but I– Fuckin christ, I just want him to be ok.” Your cry became a whine like a little kid’s that doesn’t know how to get their feelings out any other way. Sarah was holding you as close as she could and rocking you side to side as you tried to decide if it would be better to just let it all out now, or try to breathe again. 

“You wanna go see him?”

“What?” You pulled back and wiped the few streaks of tears from her cheeks, you didn’t feel like you were worth crying for at the moment. 

“Do you want to go see him?” She pulled the cuff of her sweater up to wipe over your cheeks then under your nose. 

“What do you–Like right now?”

“Yes, come on,” she shook your shoulder just a bit. “We’ll take the car, go to his house.”

“Not his house. John B’s.”

“John B’s then. You want to?”

You let her pull you up from the bench and towards your shoes before you gave yourself a second to think about it.

***

The streets were nearly dead besides the few college kids speeding by you or a few pick up trucks on their way to work in the other direction. 

You caught your face in the sideview mirror, tear stained and puffy but weirdly ethereal with the way the watery tracks sparkled in the street lights you were passing at lightning speed. You looked at yourself a little too hard before you realized how ridiculous this whole thing was. 

“What the fuck are we doing?”

“What? No, no, hey, come on, don’t back out now!”

“Sarah, it’s past 2 am, this is just, god it’s so desperate.”

“I am not turning this car around.”

“I’ll jump out the window.”

“You will not!”

You looked back at where you came from, woods, long, straight, not worth the walk in any direction. “Fine.”

“Prepare yourself, we’ll be there in like 5 minutes.” With her driving, 5 became 2 and you were barely halfway though your imagined version of how this would go. 

She parked but didn’t turn the car off yet. “The lights,” you hissed at her. “You’ll wake them up.”

“And who do you want to answer the door then?” She pulled the key out and went to the front door before you could get out of your seatbelt.

Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

“Jesus christ, Sarah,” You pulled her arm down. “You want them to think we’re a SWAT team?”

****

They ran out of drinks 4 hours ago so Kie and John B were playing an embarrassing game of cup pong with some probably a little bit expired sprite they found at the back of the fridge. Pope was showing JJ a nature he hoped would be a good enough distraction, he was getting very invested in the baby elephant’s journey, which they thought was a good sign.

Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

All their heads shot up from whatever they were doing, it could really be anyone. Too many people trying to find them, not enough with any boundaries or respect for their circadian rhythms.

John B took a step to the door, “Wait,” JJ said, “It could be Luke.” John B nodded and JJ went into the bathroom and locked the door. 

Pope walked behind John B and nearly jumped out of his skin when another round of loud knocks came, followed by a harsh “Sarah!”

They looked at each other in confusion then opened the door.

You were there holding Sarah by the wrist, she had her fist raised to knock again, “Hi,” she said before she remembered to put his arm down. He stood to his full height and she was nothing short of stunned. I thought this was about me?! You rolled your still teary eyes and stepped forward just a little. “Can I see him?” you asked gently, knowing you were in no position to be making any demands.

“Do you really think–” –that’s a good idea, is what he was going to say in that careful tone, not wanting to hurt you or JJ, or over step on your relationship but still trying to protect his friend, doing too much at once.

“Yes.” 

There was really no room for any more arguments, he stood back to the side to let you past and you went to the bathroom door. Two gentle knocks, “JJ, I– Can we– I–” you were half a second from turning back to Sarah, crying again saying ‘I can’t do it’ but he opened the door and pulled you inside; and maybe you shouldn’t have, but you grabbed both his hands, holding them in a way that his forearms were close against your chest, maybe the weight would calm your heart down. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He moved his hands to the sides of your neck, his thumbs in the space under your ear, just under your jaw. Your hands held his wrists instead. “I don’t want to fight, I saw you and Rafe and I fucking– I saw my whole life without you and I didn’t want it.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry. I don’t want you sorry, don’t be sorry.” You brushed his hair away from his sticky forehead, “I should have listened better, I should thought about what you wanted. I just want to give you everything and the feeling that I couldn’t even give you a Saturday, I–”

“It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have asked you to chose, I don’t want you to chose between my life or yours, ok? Pick yours everytime, don’t drag yourself down for me.”

“No, no. There’s no my life or your life. Not to me, right? There’s just ours.”

‘Our life.’

“I love you,” he had to say.

“I love you too, and I never want to do that again.”

“Do what?”

“I don’t want to not see you or hear from you for 3 days, and I don’t want to have to decipher your feelings, I want you to tell me the truth. Even if you think I won’t like it.”

“I can do that, I can do all of that.” He was trying to talk fast, the faster he talked the faster he could kiss you, kiss all the feelings he didn’t know how to tell you into you. 

He moved in but you moved your head back before his lips reached yours, “Wait.”

“What? What is it?”

“I need to know that you’re not gonna do that again, I need to really know.”

“I promise, I promise you, babe, anything you want.”

“But how do I know you’ll keep it?”

“I mean it.” He took your hands again. 

“But can you–”

“Every day, I’ll prove it every day.”

“You swear?”

“On my honor as a Pogue.”

“Hmm,” you leaned into his humor now that you knew he meant it.

“What? You doubt my honor?”

“Only a little.”

“Then I swear on John B’s life. If I ever ever make you feel like I don’t care about you or like you’re doing something wrong, I will personally deliver you his heart in my hand.”

“Ugh, so graphic!”

“How else will you know I mean it?”

You moved your hand up his arm and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Bless Your Little Heart

A/N: Phew, so this is actually the first time I’ve put fan fic out, I’ve always made little blurbs here and there in my notes app but never sat down and wrote one to post. Go easy on me, I’m learning! (Also this is kinda long oops). Also this is actually inspired by lyrics from “Bless Your Little Heart” by The Velveteers! So enjoy!

Pairing: f!reader x Jake Kiszka

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, mentions of alcohol consumption & drug use, break up, unprotected sex, jealousy, mentions of toxic relationships, smut, penetrative sex, oral (f! &m! receiving), strong language, mentions of a break-up, name calling, spit play, degradation, hair pulling, choking, slapping, blood (barely), dom!Jake. (I think that’s all)...

Bless your little heart…

Waking up from your nap, you look at your phone to see a text from your best friend inviting you to a party tonight. You groaned and threw your phone to the other side of the bed, leaving her on read. On any other Friday night, you’d already be halfway done with your makeup, with your hair done, and your hottest outfit on, starting to pregame for the weekend activities. Except this week was different, you were single. For the first time in a long time, you were completely single. You had been with your ex-boyfriend for awhile, a toxic relationship that was now over. One day you were in love, and the next it seemed like you were at each other's throats all the time. 

The final straw was last Saturday, you got into a huge argument when Jake had seen you talking to another guy at a bonfire. To say he lost it, would be an understatement. He ended things with you right there, and left. This was different from the other arguments and fights though. Jake always would come around and call you or pull up to your apartment to figure things out or half-ass apologize. But this time, your phone never rang, and the apology was nowhere to be found. Instead, you got blurry pictures from your friends about Jake out with another girl; his arms around her waist, his tongue down her throat. 

Devastated and angry, you hadn’t left your room since. You had barely even spoken to anyone. So it was fair to say, the party invitation was going to be a firm pass. Happy with this decision, you picked up the T.V. remote to scan through Netflix and find something to watch. Five minutes later, you were comfy, watching Gilmore Girls, and snacking on pretzels when your phone started buzzing from the corner of the bed where you had thrown it. Maybe if you ignore it long enough, they’ll leave you alone…right? 

On the third call you finally sighed and picked up the phone to see your best friend Kate calling you. Your finger hovered over the green button trying to decide whether you wanted to deal with this right now. Maybe it was an emergency? Ugh. Fine.

“PLEASE tell me you aren’t still in bed.”

“Fine, I won’t.”

“Y/N you need to get up. You need to get your sorry ass out of bed, it’s been days.”

“I’ve left my bed plenty?” 

“Bathroom & snack breaks don’t count.”

“Ok fine, then maybe I haven’t so what?”“Come to the party tonight, I’ll drive so you can drink your sorrows away.”

“Kate, really I don’t want to go. I’m bad company, you wouldn’t want me there.”

“But I do, and you’re going. Jake & that bitch Maddie will be there.”

“Ok so I DEFINITELY don’t want to go then, why would I want to see them?”

“Because you’re going to put on your sluttiest outfit and that red lipstick that used to drive him up the wall, take a few shots of tequila for confidence, and find the hottest guy in the room and get yourself back in the game.”

“I’m not sure that’s my favorite idea.”

“Well too bad, I’ll be there in 45 minutes to pick you up.” *click*

So now here you are, hair done, makeup done, and dressed in the sexiest outfit you could find. You know you previously said you hated this idea, but to be honest you’ve  come around to it. After slipping into a skin tight black mini dress that cut deliciously low to show off your plump breasts, and swiping on a deep red lipstick…You actually felt good. Your curves accentuated in all the right places, this outfit was dangerous. You felt hot, sexy, and out for blood. As you put my gold earrings in and slipped on your shoes, you  heard Kate’s car pulling up and headed outside. 

Pulling up to the Wagner house, you realized you might be in over your head. There were way too many people here. Luckily, Kate delivered on the tequila she promised; handing you a bottle and demanding you take a sip. Three tequila shots should do it right? Let’s hope.

Walking through the doors you recognized the normal crowd, most people already drunk or high. The music loud, and the bass so heavy you could feel it in your bones at points. You and Kate pushed through the crowd to find the rest of our group, and as we did you found your traitorous eyes darting around looking for that familiar brown mop of hair, and those deep brown eyes that could turn you into a puddle. When you didn’t find him, you felt a wave of relief. Maybe he wasn’t here. Walking up to your friends, you fell into casual conversation. Slowly, you could feel the tequila sneaking up on you. 

After a few minutes, Kate asked if you wanted another shot. Why not right? Fuck it. After the shot, you felt loose. Euphoric even. You grabbed Kate and dragged her towards the dance floor. Feeling the music you slipped into the rhythm, grinding your body against Kate’s and just having fun. You weren’t paying much attention but you could feel eyes on you. Looking up you made eye contact with him. He was leaning against the wall across the room, Maddie pressed up against him so all you could see was her extremely short dress and long blonde hair. His hands trailed down her back, making their way towards her ass. His hair was slightly disheveled, wearing a maroon button up shirt that was completely unbuttoned, his tan skin was gleaming, begging to be touched. Shaking the thoughts from your head, your eyes came back up to meet his. You could practically see the heat in his gaze, and if you couldn’t you could certainly see it in his smug smirk. Looking over your shoulder you realized Kate had started to dance with another guy you recognized, Danny. On the other side of you, you could see Sammy. 

Sammy was Jake’s younger brother, but he was also a friend of yours. Sammy was always good looking in an effortless way that made girls drool, but he wasn’t Jake. Reaching your arm out you grabbed onto Sammy and pulled him closer to you. To your surprise, he came up behind you with no hesitation. Locking eyes with Jake, you started to dance with Sammy. Immediately the smirk from Jake’s face dropped. Smiling at the win, you turned to face Sammy and took the opportunity to get even closer. Your chest completely flush with his. He smiled down at you and allowed you to have complete control of this encounter. You grinded with Sammy, allowing your faces to be a mere inches away, giggling and whispering flirtatious comments in his ear. 

You continued this way for a few songs until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, yanking you towards someone else. You whipped your head around to find Jake, pressed against you, his hands on your lower back now & holding you in place. You started to pull away when you realized you could play this game. Maybe it was the tequila talking but you could play, and you could play it better. 

“A shame you pulled me from Sammy, I heard he's a good lay.”

“My brother couldn’t handle you.”

“I mean if he’s anything like you then you may be right.”

A smile played on his lips, and the heat in his gaze grew. You knew you were treading dark waters playing this game. 

“You put on quite the show for me with him though, might as well have blown me a kiss to make it a little more obvious Y/N.”

“Bless your little heart, you think that was for you? No, I just have always wanted to know how Sammy would feel pressed against me.”

“Oh come on, you know you can’t resist me. You never could.”

“Mhm, where’s your little plaything?”“Maddie? She went home, why? Up for a little three way fun Y/N?” 

Disgust clouded your mind thinking of having to share Jake, thinking about another woman’s hands all over the places you’ve claimed a hundred times now. Hiding your disgust, you jumped back into your little game.

“It’s really such a shame you love to hate me Jakey.” You said as you turned to finally face him, making a show of pressing yourself against him. You could see the bulge in his jeans, not fully hard but you could see he was turned on from your banter. Jake wedged his leg between yours so you could feel his thigh pressed against your core. You gasped a little at the sudden contact, desire glazing over your eyes as you looked back up at him. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were also turned on by this little game you were both playing. Lost in thought, you didn’t feel Jake’s hand inching towards your neck. His hand coming around and getting lost in your hair, he grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged you back. Leaving your neck exposed he brought his face close and you could feel his breath on your bare skin. His eyes hooded with lust as he took his time scanning your face. 

“You look like a whore tonight.”“You don’t mean that Jakey, I see the way you’ve been looking at me.”

“And how have I been looking at you?”

“Like you want to eat me alive. Like you want to smear this pretty red lipstick I have on. Like you want to rip this dress off me with your teeth.”

Jake gulped and you swore his eyes rolled back a little. God, revenge was so good. You were finally winning, finally had the upper hand. Feeling downright cocky, you kept pushing.

“Such a shame I’m not yours to take though. You weren’t a half-bad fuck.”

No sooner than the words left your mouth, Jake’s eyes snapped open. His expression immediately changed to anger. He spun you around and grabbed your wrist pulling you up the staircase. His grip on you is a little too harsh to be a joke.

“Jake let go of me. Where are you even going?”

“Shut the fuck up Y/N.”

“You're hurting my wrist Jake let me go.”

He shoved you into a room you recognized as Danny’s guest room. He pushed you past the door and slammed it shut. He turned around to lock the door while you stood there dumbfounded. He spun around, his hand flying to your face and clutching your jaw. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are Y/N? Hm? You’re nobody.”“Funny. I was someone to you a week ago.”

“Well now you’re nothing but a bratty bitch.”

The words barely registered with you before his lips were on yours, kissing you fiercely. He backed you towards the bed, your mind going a million miles a minute. You did not see the game going down the path of a hate fuck, but you were eager to play anyways. Pulling you from your thoughts you felt a hand press onto your chest and shove you on to the bed. Jake standing over you at the edge of the bed with a violent sparkle in his eyes. He finally leaned down, nipping at your lips hard enough to draw blood. You spat at him, blood and all. 

“Oh Y/N, that wasn’t the move to make darling.” He said with a smile.

 “Are you gonna be a good little slut and let me fuck you, baby?” he taunted. 

You mulled over his words, wanting to spit in his face again but the dripping heat and throbbing between your legs told a completely different story. Jake had a strong hand gripping your jaw in a firm hold, forcing you to look up at him, his face had the same smug expression that made you want to slap it off of him.

 “Answer me Y/N. Quickly.”

 His firm body pressing into yours, pinning yours to the bed You tore his hand away from your face and gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling his face into yours.  

“You better watch your fucking mouth. Now, fuck me or fuck off, Jacob,” you seethed through clenched teeth.

“Oh in time, but until then, consider this punishment.”

Harshly, one of his hands pushing into your panties.

 “Oh, and what do we have here?” 

He stood back up, his hand wrapping around your neck, holding you in place as he stood over you and pushed the dress up to expose your lower half.. His rough and calloused fingers brushed over your soaked thong, pushing past the fabric and claiming his prize, by collecting as much slick as he can before pulling them out of your panties. He slowly brought his drenched fingers to your face, showing you just how wet you are. 

“You’re awfully wet for someone who was, what did you say? Oh not a half bad fuck.”

Jake takes his fingers and puts them at the entrance of your mouth, slowly you part your lips as you look up at him. Trying to maintain eye contact and a soft moan escapes as he pushes the fingers past your lips into your throat. This time you let out a whimper that is muffled by the fingers buried up to the knuckles in your mouth. No matter how hard you press your tongue against the intrusive digits, Jake merely applied more pressure to the slick muscle, shoving his fingers even further until you audibly gagged around them. Your spit coats the length of his fingers and the slender digits slip and slide against one another as he pumps them into your open mouth. A flood of drool dribbles down your chin as your jaw hangs open and a thin stream begins to trickle across Jake’s wrist. You watched Jake’s eyes follow the stream as he removed his fingers slowly from your mouth.

“Now look at the mess you’ve made…” You sat breathless on the bed still, half-naked and while you should feel embarrassed or ashamed of your current state; you were the opposite. You were thrilled, this kind of foreplay was pleasurable for you both. You enjoyed a rough fuck, and you knew Jake did too. As you went to reach for Jake, aching to feel his skin on yours, he backed away.

“What are you doing?”

“Tonights not about you Y/N, you pissed me off. You’re gonna pay that price now.”

You opened your mouth to speak, when Jake placed a hand on the back of your neck, fisting into your hair, pulling you towards him, and suddenly you were kissing him again. His tongue sliding into your mouth, keeping his left hand with a death grip on your hair, he slowly moved his right hand up to cup your breasts. You arched into the touch, whimpering into his mouth.

“So this is the secret to getting you to shut the fuck up.” He smirked into the kiss. 

“Everytime you open that pretty mouth, you ruin the mood.”

You tried to sound unaffected, but Jake could tell from the soft moans escaping your already swollen lips, that you meant nothing of the sort; you wanted more. Absolutely needed more. He pulled down the top of your dress, that could barely be called a dress now that it was just black fabric bunched at your waist. Your breasts bounced out from the top of the dress and Jake immediately was all over them. Biting and leaving his mark anywhere he could. Slowly one of your hands snuck into his hair, close to the base of his ears, tugging on it with heavy force; the action rewarding you with a pleasured grunt as he sucked more deep purple bruises on your chest. 

“I’m getting impatient Ja-” you moan, clenching your thighs together as he presses his face to your chest again. 

“Should I stop?” he asks, tracing a finger over one of the many bruises he’s left against your skin. “Everyone should know you’re taken.” he breathed.

Jake’s tongue drags along your skin as he sinks down between your thighs, spreading them open and staring admiringly at your dripping cunt. He leans forward, his head now settled between your legs, kissing and sucking at your inner thighs. You hold them open wide for him, pussy clenching at his proximity. “Sir, please,” you whimper as you feel his hot breath ghost your core. 

“Oh now we’re begging? I thought I wasn’t that good. Tell me how bad I am at this Y/N.”

“I-...I can’t. God I can’t.”

you stumble out, as you let out a gasp when his tongue licks your folds as his nearly black eyes, rimmed with revenge and desire, lock with your own. He’s teasing you, slowly, and he smirks again up at you. His hand was on your right hip, holding you tight (and God, he was strong) as he spreads you open and lapped at you with deadly focus, spinning you stupid at an alarming pace. Jake’s fingers are now dancing along the fullest part of your hip. He locks eyes with you again as he slips two fingers into you causing your hips to buck wildly into him, your hands reaching to grip onto anything you can. He chuckled against the wet mess he had already made of you, making your back arch from the sensitive chill as he put his mouth right above where his fingers were already causing the heat to stir in your stomach. His suctioning mouth pulled back, releasing your soft skin. Spreading your folds again with his tongue, he slowly licked up and down, before swirling his tongue around your clit, earning him a gasp and a tug of his long brown hair. He let his lips wrap around your sensitive nub, suckling at it gently - reeling from your soft moans.

“Fuck, Jacob, don’t… don’t stop… I’m so fucking close” you whimpered, before one last swipe of Jacob’s tongue had you so close to falling apart against his mouth. Looking down at him, his chin glistening with your arousal, you watched the smirk form across his face as he pulled back.

“Did you think I was going to let you cum Y/N?” His eyes were dark with a playful evil.

“On your knees, now.” 

You looked up at him ready to protest when you felt his fingers coming to fist around your hair, yanking you up only to tug you onto the floor in front of him.

Your knees make contact with the cold wooden floor and you settle there between his legs. Your cunt throbs when your hands come together at the base of his cock, thumbs and pointer fingers trying to wrap around his girth. He's too thick for even both hands. You swallow down a moan when you feel him twitch.

“Stare later Y/N, put it in your mouth.”

You sit back on your ankles, head bowing to meet the tip of his hanging cock. All the muscles in his body tense and he hisses when you open your mouth and your tongue slides under his shaft. Keeping his hands in your hair he grasps the back of your head, jutting his hips forward so that his dick pushes past your lips, a little groan escaping your throat as he keeps pushing himself deeper into your open mouth. You groan, eyes squeezing shut as you adjust to his size. He's caught off guard when you nibble down on him a little bit. One hand leaves his shaft to reach down and cup his balls. You squeeze them gently and you feel the top half of his body hunch over. His fingers dig into your scalp with unbelievable pressure. The sound of you starting to gag seems to spur Jake on because he starts fucking your mouth faster. His movements start to become erratic as he approaches his orgasm. His breathing is heavy and labored. The hand tangled in your wet hair tightens even more and holds you steady. And you could feel him shaking, his grips on your head weakening as his fingers tugged at your roots. He was getting so close, but before you could feel him release down your throat he pulled away, your brows furrowing in confusion as you looked up at him. 

“Up, on the bed.” Shakily standing up, feeling the sting of the carpet on your knees as you winced a little. 

“Who do you think you’re bossing around Jake, I’m not a ragdoll.”

“Tonight you are, you’re a little slut of a ragdoll.” He whispered, leaning closer to your ear. You could feel the heat of his breath ghosting the shell of your ear. His breath burns every inch of your skin, instantly causing the pool of wetness in between your thighs to collect again. 

“Now, get on the fucking bed and maybe I’ll consider letting you get even slightly close to cumming tonight.”

Part of you wants to retort but the thought of him leaving the room with all your pent up sexual arousal stings more than you’d like to admit. So you lean back, lowering yourself onto the bed behind you. Your scowl and eyes remain trained on him as he watches you.

“Spread your legs, present yourself to me like the slut you are.”

He watches your pretty legs spread wide open, small tiny red bites spread over your soft thighs from where his brutal mouth was, your exposed breasts in all your glory, your perky nipples hard, and the dress he had hastily pulled down and up is now resting against your hips. 

“F-Fuck get inside of me already.” 

“beg.” Jake sighs as he stares down at you, legs open and ready.

“fuck you Jake.” 

“You’re about to babe.”

He fists himself as he closes the distance between you two and bumps his tip against your clit making you want to cry, you’re so fucking wet for him. 

“Enough teas-” he cuts your thoughts short by plunging deep inside of you and grabbing your hips, raising you up to meet his own. He pulled out just as fast as he entered you, pulling back for a torturous second before thrusting all the way in, and it made your breath falter, the way he filled you up so completely and fully.

“Say it, Y/N. No one compares to me. I’m the best you’ve ever had. Sammy could never fuck you like this”

Your eyes widened as you met his dead serious stare, heated eyes lasered in on your own in return. Waiting to hear your response. There was no way he didn’t already know, and you certainly didn’t need to feed his ego by moaning about it. The way he was stretching you out was near criminal, some kind of sweet agony that pulled a breathy whimper from your traitorous lips. 

“Say. It. Now. If. You. Want. To. Cum.” every word punctuated by a hard thrust, causing tears to form in your eyes. His pace was brutal and relentless, he was burying himself deep in you, damn near feeling it in your stomach. 

“Jake,” you muttered as his hand came up to spread across your throat, his thumb against your collarbone as he nudged your knees a little farther apart. You arched into him as he cups your breast, teasing your nipple with his calloused fingers.

“You’re the best. No one compares.” You breathed, a devilish grin forming on his lips, but you weren’t finished.

“I’ll fuck Sammy too, and let you know how he performs.” you replied with a smug grin of your own.

With this reply you were met with a heavy smack on the side of your thigh causing a moan to escape your lips. You locked your legs around him, and let your nails trail down his back, not caring if it hurt. He bites your nipple and you squeal as pleasure and pain mixed delightfully inside you. You love spurring on an angry Jake, it makes for euphoric sex and that’s exactly what you’re getting.

“Y/N, if you mention my brother again you won’t cum and that’s a promise. So shut the fuck up and take all of this.”

“Look at you, how pathetic, Y/N,” Jake says as you whine and whimper when he swipes his thumb over your swollen clit. “I know you are slut for my cock.” he grins, looking at you, spread wide on his bed. “How does it feel to have my dick inside? Mine. No one else's.”

His gravelly voice sounds intoxicating as he whispers to you in the darkness, you feel absolutely drunk off the way he’s fucking you. “It feels so good Jake, don’t stop.” 

He keeps fucking hard and fast. His hand on your waist trails down to your heat, sliding to your clit. His fingers begin circling the nub in rhythm with his hips. You let out a moan, “Fuck, fuck, Jake.” You feel the warmth in your core starting to unravel, getting closer to your release. 

Jake keeps his brutal pace, absolutely pounding into you and he’s not showing any signs of slowing down. “Y/N I’m gonna fill you up.” Those simple words tearing the most pornographic moan from your throat. His fingers on your clit start rubbing faster as his breathing starts to grow ragged, his hips starting to stutter as he gets closer to his orgasm. Your walls tighten around him and he hisses. The white heat inside you grows and soon you feel it flowing over.

“Come for me Y/N, give it to me, cum all over my cock.” 

He doesn’t have to wait long before you’re absolutely shaking, eyes rolling to the back of your head, as he pins your hips to the bed and pours into you. His hips stutter as your back arches off the bed, your walls clenching around his dick. 

Slowly, Jake pulls out of you leaving you empty and cold. He backs up and stares at you, limp and breathing like a mad woman, still sprawled on the bed. Almost as if he’s admiring a piece of artwork in a museum. 

“Filthy, you look absolutely filthy Y/N. Look at you, my cum leaking out of your dripping cunt. It’s a sight truly.”

Speechless, you just stare at him. That devilish grin you love appearing on his face. You watch him as he begins to redress. After putting his pants back on, he reaches down and grabs your still soaked thong and puts it in your pocket. Before you can question it, he’s already reaching for the door handle and turning towards you.

“I’ll hold on to these, maybe if you behave for the rest of the party you can come back to my place to get them back. See you out there.”

With a wink, he was gone. Disappearing into the dim light of the hallway and shutting the door behind him leaving you on the bed, naked and exposed. But you’ve never been more turned on in your life. The only thought in your head being, to find Sammy for another dance. 

[hjpslytherclaw]

Behind Closed Doors | Harry Potter.

BFB!Harry Potter x fem! reader.

Summary! In which Y/N and Harry have supposedly hated each other for years, but they both have a burning secret. And secrets are hard to keep when he's the brother of her best friend.

Warnings / Content! Like one curse word, sneaking around / a secret relationship, a make out with some sexual advances, James possessing Harry.

When we creep out and she ain't around.

"Oh please Potter save me the mansplaining, I know what I'm doing!" Y/N L/N had exclaimed as she and Harry Potter worked on their assigned potion together, stuck at each other's side.

"I was about to ask for the marrow roots, but no go ahead and continue to think everything revolves around you L/N!" Harry spat tartly, glaring at her as he grabbed it from the other side of the table.

She was about to remark back, but not before someone grabbed her arm and pulled her aside.

"I'm on the other side of the room and I can hear you bickering." Mabel Potter had told her friend. "Look I get you two have never seen eye to eye but it's one assignment Y/N, can't you two quit for one hour."

"I'd rather eat toxic waste then have to deal with your brother's delusional arse for more than five seconds, M." Y/N retorted flatly.

Mabel shook her head. Ever since Mabel and Y/N met back in third year, Y/N and her brother haven't gotten along once. Constantly arguing about everything, never being able to see each other's side on anything.

"Look, please just dial it down for a minute. Try not to aggravate each other for once." Mabel tried to reason.

And with a huff, Y/N responded. "Fine, but if anything happens he started it."

She then went back to her table, acting as though she was trying not to punch him.

Class seemed to fly by vastly, Y/N leaving the second she could.

She had about a fifteen minute break before she had to get to Charms so she headed towards the library in hopes of finally checking out a book she had her eye on for awhile now.

But that was quickly stopped when she was pulled aside, being dragged into an empty classroom.

Two hands found their way to the sides of her waist as the person had pushed Y/N against the door, closing it in the process.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" Y/N questioned as the door was loud when it had shut.

"Muffliato, love." The person replied, a charming tone in their voice. "And according to your letter this morning you wanted to see me."

"Yeah like later tonight, not in the middle of the day when anyone can see that I'm missing." Dropping her book bag next to her, she noticed the way he seemed to be enjoying this, so she added on. "Always have to be smug about it, don't you Potter?"

With a smirk, Harry replied, "Well of course I do, and given the way your cheeks grow red when I do, means you must like it too."

"I need to get to the library Harry." Y/N stated, biting back her smile while trying to get Harry's hands to move from her sides.

Harry ignored her comment and her failed attempts to move. "Toxic waste, huh? Don't you think that's a bit harsh?"

"It's not like you haven't said worse." Y/N snarked, not making eye contact, as Harry seemed to come closer to her. The space between them now almost nonexistent.

"Well I always make up for it, don't I?" Harry questioned, his right hand leaving her waist and going upwards to meet Y/N's jaw, bringing his lips to it, kissing gently.

"I hate you." Y/N stated, finally giving up her attempts to move and giving in as Harry planted kisses across her jawline.

"No you don't love." He hummed as he continued to work his way farther back, almost reaching her neck.

"No I don't." Y/N huffed, her smile finally breaking free.

Harry chuckling at her defeat, removing his lips from her skin, looking back at her he used the hand he already had attached to her jaw and brought her lips to his.

Y/N's hand instinctively snaked around Harry's neck, pushing him in even closer, deepening the kiss.

Feeling the need to get back at him for his arrogance earlier, Y/N let one of her hands slip higher, slightly tugging on Harry's hair.

Harry tried his best not to show any signs of anything, all he did was smirk into the kiss, now letting his hands move from the outside of Y/N's robes and now on the insides, his hands now gripping Y/N's shirt.

As his tongue flicked across her bottom lip, he let his hands move slightly down now pulling at the hem of Y/N's shirt, trying to let it come undone.

But not before Y/N stopped him.

“Nuh, uh,” She whispered, breaking the kiss.

Harry was about to ask her why only to be met with a early response.

“I have Charms in-” Y/N looked at her watch, “Eight minutes and as you know Charms is-”

“On the other side of the castle.” Harry answered, “Damn I hate how huge this school is.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see me tonight Potter.” Y/N laughed, picking up her book bag. “Just make sure she isn’t around when I sneak up.”

“How many times do I have to tell you love, Mabel is asleep by eight thirty, she won’t be around to see us.” He remarked, kissing her cheek lightly.

“Fine, but just be cautious.”

“I know, I know.” Harry smiled, moving out of the way.

“Nine forty five?” Y/N asked, just to make sure she came at the right time.

“Nine forty five. Now go love, I don’t want you to be late.”

With a shake of her head, she looked out the door to see if the coast was clear and once she saw a pretty empty hallway she closed the door behind her and vastly made her way out.

Making sure to flatten her uniform as she made her way.

Did Y/N feel a bit bad about having to lie to her best friend? Yes.

Did she even worse that it was about the fact she’s been seeing her brother for months now behind her back? Hell yeah.

But nonetheless, with the way things were going Mabel Potter would never have to find out.

I mean it was only between Harry and Y/N.

No one else needed to know about what happens behind closed doors.

[cecexsblog]

Meet Me at Our Spot

L. Hughes

synopsis: You’ve known Luke since you were young. Both your family’s had lake houses on Lake Michigan and over the years you and Luke shared a secret get away on the lake near your houses. As you’ve gotten older it hadn’t been in use until now.

warnings: none. very fluffy.

pairings: Luke Hughes x fem!reader

authors note: this is my first tumblr fic. my apologies if it’s not put together properly or written well. I also have no idea how Lake Michigan laws work and the geography of it so let’s just imagine these things happened. Also this is quite slow burn and I took forever to get to the point so sorry about that.

The past two summers weren’t like normal ones at the lake house. Covid had made it really difficult to see all my friends on the lake including the Hughes. Even though their house is just on the other side of the clump of trees by our house we still weren’t able to see each other. Lake patrol would fien us for whatever reason. Covid caused me and my brother to grow away from the Hughes brothers so who knew if this summer will even be worth it. I’m 18 and finally moving so I’ll at least attempt to make it good.

~

“Y/N go grab the dogs bed from the car” my mom yelled at me from the bottom of our stairs. “Poor puppy is sleeping on the hard floor” she said while petting his head. I just rolled my eyes. I could hear a car coming down the road as I stepped down the porch, a loud one. I seen it drive by, I white Ford Bronco. I put two and two together and realized it was Jacks new vehicle I seen it all over Instagram, girls ogling over how he’s a car guy and that’s the hottest thing they’ve ever seen.

“That means the boys are going to be here” I thought to myself. I haven’t seen them in forever, we kind of keep touch over Snapchat and stuff but that’s it.

“Mom! Have you heard from Ellen recently??” I yelled across the house towards the kitchen.

“Hughes?” My mom asked surprised. “Yes she mentioned her and the boys are out this months, Jim had work in Toronto so he won’t be here for a few weeks”

“Okay… well are we going to see them at all” I asked with a pleading smile.

“Y/N you’re 18, all those boys are also older then 18, as well as your brother. Each of you are capable of making plans without me and Ellen” my mom lectured while preparing some sort of charcuterie board.

“Okay but it’s better when you and El make the plans” I whine while stealing some cheese. “You guys have the best plans”

“I’ll talk to her tonight, let them settle in” she answers. I was slightly satisfied with that answer but still needed to debrief before I spoke to any of them.

I decided to go outside and hike around my old “stomping ground”. A little patch of forest between my family’s property and the Hughes property. That’s when I fell upon me and Luke’s tree house. I hadn’t seen it in years, let alone been inside. I decided to go inside, everything left how it was since the last time I was in there when I was 13 and Luke was 14. We had snuck two beers in here then, thinking we were so cool. The cans sat on the desk next to the rocks we painted when we were in elementary. I sat in the hammock that hung from two rafters, still sturdy like before. I swung for a second until I heard rustling outside, I peered through the plaid curtains. There he was, Luke. He looked really good, but still same old Luke. I didn’t want him to think I was watching I snuck back in and began to swing again. The hammock creaking the rafters. That’s when I heard someone start climbing the ladder. Then a head of curly hair appeared in the window making its way to the door. He didn’t see me at first until peering around the door.

“Hi.” I said in a small voice. He just stood there staring at me. Mouth slightly parting.

“Hi.” He said sweetly. I could see his shoulders relax.

“It’s been awhile” I said quietly again.

“You could say that” he said sarcastically. “It’s been forever… you uhh… look so much older” he said with a genuine smile on his face.

“That would make sense, last time I saw you I was 16 Luke.” I say laughing. The last time we seen each other was at the grocery store in town. We both had masks on and couldn’t go near each other but our moms still talked each others ears off of course.

“I couldn’t even see your face that time” he laughed. I just responded with a small laugh looking away at the cans on the desk. “Last time we were in here we thought we were so cool” he said while picking up one of the cans.

“Yeah, that night was so much fun tho. It’s like we knew it would be the last time till now” I said grabbing the other can. That night we had slowly drank the beers while listening to music and fooling around. That night Luke gave me my first kiss. As I said before, it’s like I knew I wouldn’t see him in person for a long time.

“Yeah” he said, I could see blush run over his face. I knew the memory of the kiss came back to him. “Remember playing truth or dare?” He asked.

“Of course! I was the best at it” I say flipping my hair.

“No you weren’t.” He says smiling. “You passed on so many dares, you only won at truths.”

“Nuh uh! Remember when you made me climb to the top of the tree and I almost died?!” I exclaimed.

“Okay okay, but I got the most difficult dares” he said pretending to kick dust on the ground.

“Oh so kissing me was difficult for you?” I asked pretending to act offended.

“No. That’s not what I meant” he said with a smirk. Looking at me with his pretty hazel eyes. Ever since we were little he’d look at me with pleading puppy eyes. Didn’t matter the situation he just did. I folded every time.

“Mhm” I say rolling my eyes and looking away.

“So… what have you been up to?” he asked sitting on the floor in front of me playing with little car that was left in here.

“Well I was in school but now it’s summer so nothing” I say watching him closely as he grows infatuated with the car on the floor.

“You were going to school in Vermont right?” He asked looking up at me sitting on the hammock.

“Yeah” I say quietly. Deep down I wish I went to Michigan with him. My phone lit up, a text from my mom saying dinner is ready. I felt like a kid again with that sort of text. Having to put this time with Luke to halt because of it. “My mom says my dinners ready” I say with a small laugh. I debated inviting him.

“Okay I’ll stay here for a while longer” he said standing up from his spot. We both stood facing each other. And in a split second I found myself wrapping my arms around him. He was significantly taller than me now so my face went right into his chest. I felt his arms wrap around my upper half. “I missed you” he whispered. Butterflies shot through my stomach. I looked up at him.

“I missed you to Lu” I whispered back. A smile tugging at my lips. I pulled away and backed away to the door so I could look at him as I walked out. He followed just until I reached the ladder. “You can come with me if you’d like, my mom would be ecstatic to see you” I called up the ladder.

“Later tonight I think we’re all meeting up” he called. “I’ll see you guys all later”

“Okay” I pouted. As I walked away I blew him a sarcastic kiss. He just shook his head with the biggest smile and went back in the tree house.

~

“I seen Luke on my walk” I said at the dinner table.

“Oh good how’s he doing?” My mom asked. My dad wasn’t going to be up for a few weeks, if he was he’d be giving me a side eye.

“Good I think, we didn’t talk much just sat in our tree house” I said with another cheesy smile.

“Well we’re having a campfire with them later on our beach anyways so maybe you can catch up more then” my mom said, she looked at me waiting for my excitement to take over me. I tried acting nonchalantly but it didn’t work. My brother looked at me like I was stupid.

~

I carried the s’mores essentials down, my brother carried the chairs, and my mom carried a bottle of wine for her and El.

We sat for a couple minutes when we heard them approaching through the trees. Each of us got up and greeted them. Jack and Quinn squeezed me so hard I almost suffocated.

“You better not hug me like that” I said smiling at Luke. He grabbed me and squeezed me harder than the other two did. I pushed him off and ran from him down the dock, he chased me.

“They’re right back where they left off” I heard Jack say.

“Of course they are!” Ellen said, “I swear they’re soulmates”

Luke finally grabbed me and picked me up from behind spinning me around.

“The water looks really nice huh? I know you love swimming” he taunted, pretending to almost throw me in.

“Luke don’t you dare!” I screamed. He put me down but he shouldn’t have put me down while standing at the edge of the dock. I inched closer to him slowly. He grew nervous, I seen pink rush over his face. I put my hand on his shoulders and he reached out for my waist but before he could reach I pushed him in the lake. His head came out of the water, I could see his cheeky smile grow but then leave. He stuck his hand out for help up the dock but instead of climbing out he dragged me in.

“You jerk!” I yelled.

“You started it” he said swimming closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his arms around my waist. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for us. We could both touch here but that didn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around him. He held me close, I put my head in the crook of his neck. The sun was setting in front of us. “Pretty” he whispered.

“Yeah you are” I giggled looking at him.

“I was talking about the sunset” he said rolling his eyes cheekily. “But you know me and the sunset aren’t the only pretty things here” he whispered in my ear. My face grew red and I pulled back from his shoulder to look at him with a flabbergasted look. “What?” He said nonchalantly, acting like he didn’t just say that. We heard footsteps coming down the dock.

“See I told you they were still over here” Quinn said to Jack and my brother while peering down at us. “Shit my bad guys!” He says covering his walking away. “Was not expecting this to happen this fast”

“This?” Luke questioned.

“Nothing” Quinn said with a suspicious smile while side eyeing Jack and my brother. They all laughed.

“Would you guys stop acting all weird and just get in?” I said pulling away from Luke and swimming out further.

The night went on, all of us swimming in our day clothes under the moonlight.

~

It was about 2am when I heard my my phone ring.

“Hello” I groggily say.

“I can’t sleep”

It’s luke.

“Are you serious Luke??”

“Meet me at the tree house” he says and hangs up.

Although I was so tired I got up and snuck out the back door into the woods. He sat at the top of the ladder smiling with a juice box in his hand. The only light around us was the moon.

“You can’t sleep so you keep yourself awake longer by sneaking out to your childhood tree house? Makes sense” I say sarcastically.

“Hey you didn’t have to come out here” he said jokingly.

“Shut up”

I climbed up the ladder, Luke just stood at the top. Once I got up he just kept standing there, I decided to just walk past him inside. He followed me in.

“Truth or dare?” He asked me.

“Absolutely not”

“Why?” He asked. I just stared at him.

“Truth.”

He stood dumbfounded for a second. “Have you kissed any other guy”

“Yes.”

“Who?” He asked, I could see his expression grow slightly jealous.

“Hey! Only one questions per truth” I say. “Truth or Dare” i ask.

“Truth”

I roll my eyes. “Have you kissed another girl?”

“Yeah” he said, slightly ashamed for whatever reason. We went back and forth with truths for what seemed like forever. Every time he was just getting more and more about my love life out of me.

“Truth or dare” he said

I just stared at him blankly. “Dare.”

A smile grew on his face.

“Kiss me” he said quietly while inching towards me. My face turned bright red. The truth is I had only kissed one other boy. My ex boyfriend who had cheated on me and that was over a year ago.

“Luke…” I say staring into his pretty eyes. He turned away.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, that was way to fast-

I leaned in and kissed him. Although we were 18 and 19 this felt like such a little kid experience. Like we shouldn’t be doing this.

That kiss only lasted a second but the second one after both leaning in again was long and desperate but sweet. We were both still standing in the middle of the tree house. His hands met the sides of my face and my arms went around his neck lightly tugging at his curls. Our lips over lapping and moving in sync, his nose kept brushing the spot next to mine, slightly cold. When I pulled away I looked up at him into his eyes.

“Hi” he said sweetly with a big smile on his face.

“Hi” I say crinkling my nose.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I leaned into his chest again.

•Luke was one of those boys who was so incredibly beautiful. He was made like one of those Greek statues. Broad yet elegant, strong yet gentle. His nose curved and shaped so perfectly, curls falling differently every second, yet perfect every time. He was still and slim yet had the perfect amount of muscle. I hope he knows how beautiful he is. His eyes begging the perfect mix of brown and green, shaped so perfectly, his lashes were whisky and long. One of my favourite parts of him though are his hands, and not in a kinky way. They’re just so slender yet strong looking. Each vein making its way down his wrists perfectly.•

I pulled away from him and grabbed his hands just to analyze them. Measuring them with mine then interlocking our fingers. And looking up at him. He just smiled.

~

I woke up the next morning with the sun on my face. I rolled over to run away but when I did I ran into Luke peacefully sleeping on his stomach. Lips pouting and slightly parted. Eye lashes splayed across his skin. His curls fell over his face making a curtain to block his eyes from the sun. His arms were tucked under the pillow on each side of his head his back upper back displayed in the sun. I ran my fingers down his bare spine and back up. He had little freckles all over his back that looked like stars. I leaned down peppered kisses all over his back, I felt him slightly shift then heard a hum come from his lips.

“Good morning” I whispered into his ear. A smile grew on his face.

“Morning” he whispered back. His eyes still closed.

I looked back over to his back. His muscles slightly flexed from the position of his arms. I leaned back down to his ear letting my lips touch him.

“You’re pretty” I whispered. And just like that I was now trapped in his arms.

Who knew we’d be closer then we ever have been before.

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 24: Xenophilia

What’s Mine is Theirs

Summary:  you love Tyler’s accent

Pairings:  Tyler Rake X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, coercion, humiliation kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, filming without knowledge, voyeurism, cream pie, claiming, 18+ ONLY

Xenophilia is an attraction to foreign peoples, cultures, or customs.

Word Count:  1.6K

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"Oh come on," your friend giggles as she tries to pull you into a different bar. "I haven't seen Lance all day, and I know my man is missing me," you look at the blacked out windows of the bar in question. There was always something...off about Lance and his friends. They always seemed like it was a treasure to be in their presence.

"Tyler will be there," she gives you a smirk, backing up to the bar. "And Tyler has been looking for a special someone. He's still single, and a man that looks like that, won't be for too long. Come on," her body jiggles around, and you look back at the bar.

Tyler was godlike beautiful. It wasn't right to have a man that looking like that freely walking around. Everything about him from his perfect haircut, piercing blue eyes, tattoos, and most importantly that accent. Tyler was typically quiet, but when he opened his mouth and sweetly called you princess, you were ready to drop to your knees.

"Lance said everyone's there, and drinks are on the house for us," she tucks her hair behind her ear, and you spot a brand new Cartier Love bracelet around her wrist, and you pull at her hand, "Hey, I earned that. Lance has a matching one."

You start to open your mouth to protest, but she's already heading into the bar, "It's official now."

You had your reservations with his friends. Although, it was true he adored your friend, and treated the other friend's girlfriends and wives with respect, they all wore that same bracelet, well almost all. Your friend had been missing one for awhile. A bracelet that didn't come off unless you had a special tool. With a sigh, and a pit in your stomach you decide to follow her. Missing someone walking behind you to lock the door, and turn off the open sign.

You follow her as she pulls you to the bar, and a set of icy blue eyes stares at you from an upstairs room, "All doors are locked?" He asks, zeroing in on Sam who serves you a drink. Watching him like a hawk, he was not Jax and didn't need anything slipped in there.

"Yes, they're all locked," Ransom grunts sitting down, and pulling his girl over to his lap. "Batteries are charged, and all wires are connected. Now, it's up to you to get her in the room."

"What makes you think this is going to work?" Curtis asks watching you as well. "She's careful. You saw the footage, she struggled to even come in here. Being claimed terrifies her."

"It always does in the beginning. Find a girl that fits your needs, soften them up, and then send them through the initiation. They all become a puddle. They reap the benefits of the brotherhood, just like we do," Tyler gives you a smile as he watches you move into the middle of the floor. Your eyes watching every wrist there, and most were chained up just like your friend.

"Well go on. You waiting on the Professor to make sure that you can comply?" Curtis chuckles, looking down at his Yuki. She blows up a kiss to her man, before she goes to leave the floor. "You think she'll be able to handle your brand of kink?"

"Of course. It's not about pain, as much as humiliation. Their cunts are always tighter when they're ashamed. They're body less pliable, and you have to force them around. Have a good day gentleman, you too, Dove. I think Ransom needs another chase. You're making things too easy for him."

Tyler pops a mint into his mouth as he heads down to the bar. Judging by the cameras you were at the very least interested. Babydoll had used his name as a tactic to get you to come in, and even though you denied it, you still came inside willingly.

He hates reducing himself down to silly little plays, but he does. Running into you, and apologizing when your drink spills down your front, "I'm sorry, Princess. I ruined your dress."

"It's fine. I'm okay, and," you look up realizing that it's Tyler that had bumped into you, and his cheeky little grin has you clenching your thighs. God, he was so pretty. Disgustingly pretty, and you couldn't look away from him when he says your name.

"Come on, I'm sure there's some extra clothes around here somewhere," he gently grabs at your hand, and your friend smiles, pushing you towards him, before turning to dance with her boyfriend, and you turn to follow Tyler.

He takes you into a private room, where there was random costumes, and clothes. "You guys have burlesque shows or something?" You hold up a showgirl style outfit giggling.

"Or something," he answers, ruffling through some clothes. "Dammit," he looks at his reflection, before pulling off one of his shirt, and you catch a glimpse of his stomach, and there was even more tattoos. "Here," he wraps the shirt around you, helping you put your arms in, and ties it at the bottom.

"Can't even tell I made a mess of your dress. I can replace it."

You had never heard him speak so much, and it made you weak. His voice was so low and gravely, and that Australian accent had a flood of arousal rushing to your core. "It's fine. It was something I'd had for years. Your shirt is a nice touch."

"I like seeing my shirt on you."

"Oh, yeah? Where else would you like to see your shirt?" You were getting bold. A little bit of liquid courage, and some privacy, and it had you ready to do this man's bidding.

"Currently I'd like to see it in the floor," his calloused fingers caress your cheeks, and his thumb gently rubs over your lips. It was intoxicating. More so than the alcohol that was rushing to your limbs. Your body heats up, and you swear you stumble closer to him.

"The shirt I'm wearing, or the one you're wearing?"

"Why not both?" You whisper out a yes, and he reaches towards you, pulling up your dress. His hands immediately go to needing your breasts when he crashes his lips to yours.

A free hand snakes under your panties, spreading out your arousal, "What's got you so wet, Princess?" You whisper out a you, and pull of his own shirt. Your hands run over his chiseled chest, and he rips off your panties.

"Tyler!"

"You won't be needing those," pushing on your ass, he presses you up against him, and his bulge on your front makes you gasp, and you pull at his pants. "You're all the same," he groans, letting his pants fall to the ground.

With one swift move he lifts you up, and sinks you over him, and you stare owlishly at him when he bottoms out.

Walking towards a wall, he slams your back into it. His mouth assaults your neck, and he pushes your face over to the side. With his hands tightly around your thighs, he starts slamming you over his thick length, and that's when you see the camera. "I'm gonna make you a star, Princess," his hand reaches to a shelf, and he clicks a tv on, and you see your ruined face.

Tyler starts shoving you over him, cackling. "Yep, there is is. Your cunt is much tighter once you know they're all watching you."

Your cheeks heat up, and you whimper, "The whole club is watching you getting impaled by my cock. There's worse though, so much worse. You think you can handle all of it?"

"What?"

"We own you now. Fucking hell!" He grunts when you clench down tight around him. "All this talk about Babydoll and her bracelet. Pledging her loyalty to her man, and to us. We'll protect you. Give you a life you could only dream of, and only one thing in return?"

"What's that?" You ask turning to look at him. His forehead presses against your own, and you already know.

"You're pussy. Your friends does have a sweet little snatch. Sharing is not a requirement after initiation. They all want to share though. Why wouldn't you," he moves back to your neck, chucking on you, "If you weren't making such a mess on my cock, I would think you cared. You want this. They're all watching you. Some probably are fucking someone, getting sucked off, having someone ride their face. To the brotherhood," he screams as he stabs up into you harshly.

You black out from the way he ruts into you. He was so deep, and he knew he owned you. You were a wreck. Screaming his name to the heavens like a beautiful prayer, and just thinking about someone getting off on your pleasure, "They'll love you Princess, and you shall be mine. Always mine," Tyler is relentless as he buries himself to the hilt. A succession of grunts and expletives as he searches for his release. "Fuuuckkk! Are you mine? Say it. Say it, or you won't cum."

You try and think about what all that means, but come up blank. Only the pleasure he was giving you, but the prospect of not coming over this man's glorious cock has you ready to cry. "I'm yours!"

Tyler's cock is demanding, slamming into your wet heat, when you let out an otherworldly sob. Coming hard over him, and he shoots thick ribbons of his spend into your womb. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder, and he carries you out of the room, still buried deep in you. Your releases dripping out of you when he shows you off to the group, "To the brotherhood and our precious Omegas!" Grabbing up a beer, he downs the brew quickly. "Princess, if you weren't fluttering around me, I would think you didn't like this."

"It's personal."

"Get used to it. What's mine is theirs."

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[mishapocalyse]

We Are Not All Right [Part One]

Description: Even the people who shine the brightest, are the ones with the darkest thoughts.

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x Reader/Y/N

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Mental Illness, Self Harm, Suicidal Ideation.

Two weeks. You’d been on and off awake for two weeks. Not once leaving your room for anything. Headquarters had so many Spider People running around, that you didn’t think that anyone would notice your absence.

It didn’t matter.

Rolling over you could hardly make out the time, when your stomach ached. You hadn’t eating since…since awhile.

Groaning internally, you pushed yourself from the bed. Feeling your way through the dark, you poked your head out to peer into the hallway.

No one.

Sighing, you stalked down the hallway, making sure to stay out of other peoples way. Head down, you made your way to the cafeteria. From the noise coming from the large space, you confirmed that it must have been around noon.

You were one of the nicest people that could have joined the small task force that had been put together by the spider from 2099. You knew the man in charge, hardly ever saw him around though.

People treated you okay either way, there was the exception of a few.

When you stepped foot into the mess hall, you were faced with a bustling crowd. Easily you could make out a few of those you knew. You didn’t want to bother them by sitting with them.

You were known as Liphistius . One of the most brightest of the spider people. Easy going, happy, friendly. So you weren’t surprised by the fact no one had really seen you for two weeks and were now staring at you.

Quickly, you avoided everyone, resisting the urge to vomit, grabbing your lunch and going to leave. Hoping to return to your room.

“Hey! Liphi!” Called one of your friends.

Miles Morales.

He wasn’t alone either, beside him was Gwen Stacey, Hobie, Pavitr and Peter B. cradling Mayday in his arms.

“Haven’t seen you—“

“Yeah, just a little sick. Don’t feel good.” You interrupted.

“You know you can talk to us…right?” Hobie had added.

The others nodded. You shrugged your shoulders.

“If you need something don’t hesitate to come talk okay? We care about you, Y/N.” Miles smiled, reaching out to pay your shoulder only to have you turn away.

“Thanks, really guys. I just need some rest. That’s all.” You pushed past them to get back to the safety of your room.

—

Miguel O’Hara had always been a man of his word. When some of his task force had confided in him—yes at first he was a bit annoyed at the sudden intrusion. However, when they had finally discussed what had been going on, Miguel had increasingly more concerned.

He did what he thought he needed to do. Miguel needed to have a chat with you. Not only have you been worrying your friends, the fact that you were so behind on your work that the others had to pick up where you left off.

He understood that sometimes things happen and people get behind. But not this behind to where it had begun to drag behind their mission.

“Liphistius?” He knocked hard against your door.

No answer.

He tried again, and again…and then again.

Miguel resorted to calling you, yet heard the soft buzzing from inside your room.

We’re you asleep? So asleep that you couldn’t hear a thing?

Miguel reached for the handle and found that your room was unlocked. He took a deep breath and peeled inside.

Your room was decently clean aside from the unmade bed, and clothes scattered on the floor.

Miguel shook his head and left, barreling down the hall looking everywhere until he found you. Not that he cared. He had just wanted to not have one of his best playing hooky.

—

You leaned your head back on the wall behind you. Tears leaking from your eyes, lips formed into a pout.

Your wrists welted with fresh wounds, irritated, red and bleeding. This was not the place you hoped for when this happened. Yet you couldn’t wait longer. You sobbed into your arm.

You were a failure trying to be someone.

And everyone knew it.

—

Miguel wandered each hallway, with nothing better to do with his time he had opted to look for you some more.

When he rounded a corner, his feet stopped when his heightened senses had kicked in.

A choked sob erupted from the women’s bathroom a few feet away. With nothing to lose he slowly approached the door.

Giving a few wraps with his knuckles, he stepped back from the door.

—

Your breath hitched when you heard someone knock on the door to the bathroom.

“I-I’ll be right out.” You stuttered.

You were still sore, desperately cleaning yourself up. Tugging the sleeves of your sweatshirt you picked yourself up off the ground. Acting as if you were just adjusting yourself you took a breath of air in, shoving the door open.

Oh no.

“You’ve been behind.” Miguel states, arms crossed, mouth in a sneering taunt.

You looked away from him, not sure how to react to your boss.

“Not to mention none of us have seen you in weeks. What do you do that’s so interesting that it occupies your every waking moment?”

You didn’t know how to react to that.

“May I be excused now.”you asked, pushing past the boss.

His hands gripped a hold of your arm.

“Not going anywhere until you tell me what’s been going on…”

His grip tightens on your arms and you struggled to get out.

“You’re hurting me.” You sobbed, trying to wiggle free.

Miguel, scoffed, awaiting an answer. You managed to wriggle free and turned from him.

“I don’t want to talk right now okay..” you said, walking quickly back to your room Miguel hot on your heels.

Once you arrive back to your room. You slunk down to the wall crossing your arms. You threw your head back. Just wanting the day to end.

—

“We’ll try again tomorrow big guy.” Lyla spoke softly to Miguel standing outside your room again.

“They might be going to a lot right now. They need time.” She adds.

“Yeah, sure.” Miguel replies.

[lavenderdreams22]

Happiest - s.h.

Steve watched her sleep, her breathing even and her face peaceful. Anytime that he was able to really look at her, he was overwhelmed by how lucky he was to have her. She had always been beautiful, and when they were younger, he often found himself watching her in the classes they shared or in the lunchroom from several tables over. He loved the way that her laugh sounded like music and how her voice was soft and sweet and how she smelled of lavender and jasmine. Everything about her was intoxicating. 

Then they had graduated, and she had gone off to college. He never thought that he would see her again. Until one day, while he was working at Family Video with Robin, she came in. Her hand was interlocked with some man that he had never seen, and even though it had been a couple of years since he had last seen her, he felt his heart clench at the thought of someone else being the one to hold her, even if it was just her hand. 

She had recognized him, of course. Who wouldn’t recognize the “It Boy” of Hawkins High (her words, not his). She grinned at him in a way that he had never seen before, and Robin went utterly silent as she watched her best friend fumble for words. Steve had gone through a rough patch with girls, but Robin had thought he had made it out of the woods. That is, until she saw the way he struggled to form a sentence and the way that his jaw clenched as he eyed the man who was, in turn, eyeing him with a stare that would send anyone else running for the hills. 

Robin wasn’t rendered speechless very often, but she stepped back, arms crossed, and leaned against the counter as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

“Steve, hi!” She grinned, “How have you been? It’s been awhile.”

“Hi, yeah. I’ve been good. How have you been? How’s college treating you? When did you get back to town?” Steve was rambling, but he couldn’t help it. He had never had her undivided attention on him before, and it was making his hands sweat.

“Oh, good! I’m moving back in a few months, just came back to find a place.” She smiled up at the man beside her, who watched her with a straight face before turning his attention to Robin. Her smile faltered. Steve balled his fists with the sudden urge to hit something. 

“I’ve heard there are some good openings over on Johnson.” Steve said through clenched teeth. 

“Oh, sweet! We will have to look at those!” Your smile returned, and Steve felt himself relax a bit. 

The two of them had gotten a movie, an Action flick. Steve knew that it hadn’t been her choice from her face alone as he rang them up. As they left, Robin laughed.

“What the hell was that, Harrington?” She asked, “Do you have a thing for Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Shut up.” Was all Steve said before setting off into the back room for his break.

*****

The next time he saw her was exactly two months later, but she was alone. She came in, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head as the bell rang. She scanned the room a bit before her eyes landed on him in the corner, stocking movies. Steve was focused on his task, so he hadn’t spotted her yet, but as she passed Robin, she offered her a small wave, and came up behind him.

“You know, I’ve heard that ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ is a good one.” She said, causing Steve to nearly jump out of his skin.

Robin laughed loudly from her spot behind the counter. Steve shot his friend a crippling glare before turning to her, his eyes wide.

“It’s pretty good from what I’ve heard. I haven’t seen it yet.” Steve shrugged.

“Well, maybe we could watch it sometime. Together?” She asked. “It’d be nice to catch up.” 

“You sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind if we hung out?” Steve asked, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“I don’t think so.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Especially considering we broke up.” With a shrug, she moved to the other side of the shelves, Steve following hot on her heels. 

“Oh, shit. Sorry, I had no idea.” He stopped short to avoid knocking into her as she stopped suddenly, turning back to face him.

Robin rolled her eyes, turning to the computer behind her to try to make herself look busy.

“Oh, it’s alright.” She shrugged again, “That relationship had run its course. He was kind of an asshole.” 

“Gotcha. Well, I would love to see that movie with you.” Steve held the VHS out to her, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as her fingers brushed his when she took it from him.

“Awesome,” She smiled. “I’ve got boxes everywhere, but if you’d like, we can watch at mine. I live in the apartments off of Johnson.” 

She winked, and his stomach did somersaults as he nodded. She had gotten the ones he suggested, and he tried desperately not to think too much into it.

“Is that a yes?” She was suppressing a smirk.

“Yes, yeah. Your place works. When?” He asked, his voice coming out rushed and a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“When are you off?” She cocked her head to the side.

“9:30.” He tried his best to focus on his breathing. Having her in this close of proximity was overwhelming.

“9:30 works for me.” She gave him back the VHS, winking. “You can bring the movie, I’ll get some snacks.”

His mouth went dry as he nodded at her. Her grin only widened, her eyes scanning his face, not missing the blush that was now covering his face and neck. 

****

When he got to her place, he couldn’t stop his hands from sweating, which seemed to be the new normal when he was around her, as he knocked on her apartment door. There was rustling inside before she came to the door, wearing the dress that she had been in earlier that day. Steve let his eyes wander for a moment before he met her eyes again. She rolled her eyes playfully before stepping to the side to let him in.

“C’mon in. Make yourself at home.” 

The rest of the night was spent with the two of them talking, faces only inches apart. Everything felt so natural between them, and Steve found himself thinking again how her lips would taste. 

She leaned forward, her breath fanning over his face as she whispered, “If you’re thinking of kissing me, Steve, just do it.”

He met her eyes again, searching for the confirmation that she was really okay before he surged forward. Her lips were everything that he had imagined they would be, soft and tasting of cherry Chapstick. From that night on, the two of them spent nearly every waking moment together, whether it be alone or with some of Steve’s other friends or the kids. 

*****

Neither of them were sure when it had become official. All they knew is that slowly, over the course of about 6 months, Steve had all but moved into her cozy little apartment on Johnson. One afternoon in late September, she handed him a key. He eyed it for a moment before she giggled.

“It’s a key to the apartment. Figure we should go ahead and make it official. If you want to move in, that is.” 

“Of course I want to.” His breath caught in his throat as he pulled her into a kiss, his hands gently holding onto her jaw. 

“Good,” She mumbled into his lips, “I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want.” 

*****

Steve had been in love with other people before, but never in this way. He had never felt earth shattering, world altering love before. And as he watched her sleep, he was sure that this was all he would ever need. He reached over to carefully brush the hair out of her face, thanking the stars, or god, or whatever else was out there for bringing her back to him. 

“I’m going to marry you someday, Y/N.” He whispered before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “And I’ll do anything it takes to make you the happiest woman on the planet.”

“I already am, Steve.” She mumbled, popping open an eye to look at him. 

He grinned at her, pressing another kiss to her forehead, and then another to her lips before he laid back down, pulling the comforter up to his neck. He was the happiest he had ever been, too. And he had her to thank for that.

[operationbigskye]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you @thekristen999 for the WIP Wednesday tag, I thought I’d post something tonight that I’ve been kicking around for awhile. I haven’t written in forever and a week, and really hope to finish this one day because it means a lot to me. Let’s call it the arthritis fic.

It started the fall after Eddie turned 37. At first, he attributed it to various extenuating factors: The weather in LA was variable this time of year, he had just carried a grown woman AND a toddler down several flights of stairs, and—this one was hard to swallow—he was getting older. Aches and pains came with the inevitable passage of time—right?

Despite all these rationalizations, there was a twisting in his gut that his body was trying to tell him something to which he was not ready to listen. Even when Bobby, Chimney, and Hen would gripe about their own ailments, yet still brush them off with a laugh, it made Eddie feel something akin to dread. Had they felt the same way at his age? Had it gotten worse or was it pretty much the same? None of them seemed to have slowed down too much yet.

Despite Eddie’s pride in his amazing poker face, there was one person who had lovingly refuted that he wasn’t as stoic as he wanted people to believe: His husband.

“You feeling okay?” Buck asked one night, frowning when Eddie winced as Buck’s fingers kneaded around the knee of the leg Eddie had in his lap. It was a night they both had off, and they were engaging in a tradition that Buck had somewhat humorously promised in his vows, but was alive and well even after a year of marriage.

“I promise to give you a massage every week,” Buck had promised that autumn day, “without expecting one in return.” Laughter had rang out amongst their family, friends, and Eddie himself.

To this day, Eddie had faithfully returned the favor almost every time.

“Yeah,” Eddie replied, hoping Buck couldn’t hear the gritting in his teeth. “Just a little sore, probably from our last shift.”

Buck fixed Eddie with a look he had seen since the beginning of their friendship; a look that said ‘bullshit’ but in a nicer tone. “Eds, we promised not to hide pain or injuries from each other.”

“I’m fine, babe. Promise. I’m an old man, remember? Talk to me when you catch up in less than two years.”

Buck still didn’t look like he one-hundred percent believed him, but the corners of his mouth were twitching. “I guess I deserve that. You weren’t kidding though, 35 has been when it’s all started to fall apart.”

If you’re reading this and haven’t been tagged, now you are!

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 7) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: Honestly thought i was gonna put this series on hold because i just haven’t been writing lately and when i do, i just get stuck. Anyways, enjoy this 1.9k part that’s only 99 words away from 2k even though this series is going like this 📉 (my bad this is not actually 1.9k it’s 1.8k)

Summary: You and Wilbur are in the talking phase, and you even show up in his chat. 

Pairing(s): Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, Wilbur Soot x actor!reader

Warning(s): Wilbur swearing, but isn’t he always

italics: texts/stream

blue italics: basically just you, on text or stream

my masterlist :))

~~

When Wilbur glanced at the clock in his office, his eyes widened and cursed himself for getting carried away. Though, how can he not when it's you, talking and joking around with him like the two of you had been long friends. It had been a couple of weeks since you reached out to Wilbur—he remembered slightly panicking over seeing your notification—and ever since the two of you would make time to talk despite the time difference. He can't deny that it was kind of awkward at first with both of you being nervous and all but only a couple of days passed when the conversation finally started to flow smoothly like a river. Just a couple of days ago, he taught you how to use discord.

Today was no different than any other day. The two of you were talking again, the topic resides on his band and the tour that was about to commence, when he realized that he was supposed to stream in about five minutes and he had yet to prepare everything. Since Wilbur finally have some spare time on his plate and all the news outlets that tried to get the scoops from him have back down due to the rumor being replaced and forgotten by some other celebrity gossip, he thought it would be a good time to stream and let his fans know what he had been up to.

i'm really sorry about this y/n

but i have to go

i forgot that i'm supposed to stream tonight

like rn actually

Oh my god

yes of course go

talk to u later?

Yes yes go already

alright byee :))

Bye will have a good stream

Wilbur smiled at your reply, staring at it for a few seconds before finally putting down his phone and turning on his computer.

~~

You had an idea. Something that you had wanted to do but never really had the opportunity until now. You wanted to watch Wilbur livestream. Sure, you've seen some clips on YouTube before but you felt it wasn't quite the same experience with seeing it live. You wanted to see him in his element. But, if you're being honest you just wanted to see him smile and hear his laugh. You were glad Sam wasn't there because then he would call you a simp and that you're whipped for Wilbur.

With a made up mind, you got up from bed—still clad in pajamas—brushed your teeth and washed your face, took a trip to the kitchen for a quick breakfast and coffee before heading to your office that was filled many memorabilia from film set and a growing amount of awards. You put down the plate and mug on the desk, making sure there was distance between your computer and the hot drink. After a press of a button the screen changed from black to a picture of a beautiful scenery that you took on a vacation in Italy. You opened the browser and typed in the link to his Twitch channel. When you clicked on the stream he was already in the midst of a conversation with his chat.

He was sat in an office chair, something similar to the ones in your childhood home. A green screen displaying a green meadow in the background with a little glimpse of a white wall due to the screen being folded on the top right corner. You watched the chat pouring in, some responding to what he was saying while others asked what did they miss. You tried to read some of them but that prove to be a hard task since it all passed by so quickly, replaced by yet another messages.

For awhile you just watched him, smiling when he did something cute, laughing when he did or said something funny. It felt like you had somebody accompanying you instead of being alone eating toast in your office. It was a very enjoyable experience until your name was mentioned.

"No, chat, I am not dating y/n l/n," Wilbur expressed, after reading his chat.

You slightly cringed at the topic of you being brought up. This always happens whenever you're being associated with someone. All people ever wanted to talk to them about was you. You were aware that most of it wasn't ill–intentioned but you couldn't deny it had ruined a couple of past relationships for you, be it platonically or romantically. You couldn't exactly blame them for it. The constant questions about you instead of themselves or their work grew tiring and unbearable for them. So, naturally, you felt bad about the unknown person bringing you up especially since this was Wilbur's first stream in awhile and you were certain he wanted to talk more about his band.

"Those rumors were made by a bunch of fucking idiots who would trampled over someone else's fucking boundaries to get clicks for their so called news." He voiced out, with an edge to his voice . "Do not believe every rumors or gossip spreading around, chat, unless the person involved confirmed it themselves."

Your intention in watching Wilbur's stream was to merely observed him interacting with his fans. You didn't want to appear and have people make a big scene out of it, especially now that the dating rumor have died down. But, that intention went out the window when he started shit-talking the media and indirectly defended you. Therefore, you decided to typed in something in his chat to express your agreement with him.

couldn't have said it better myself

For awhile, you thought you got away with it. Everyone doesn't seemed to notice your little comment, but of course there were always that one eagle-eyed person who noticed every single possible thing.

okay am i seeing things or did i just see y/n in the chat?

oh my god is y/n here??

HIIIIII Y/N

WILBUR YOUR CRUSH IS HERE

~~

When someone in his chat mentioned you, Wilbur had to admit he was kinda nervous on how to approach the topic. Of course, he likes you. There's no doubt about it, but he had to thread carefully for your and his sake. He didn't want to add fuel to the fire, even if the fire was shrinking. Although, at the same time, he didn't want to ruin any chances with you—if there was one in the beginning—by sounding too rude or dismissive. So, he tried to sound as neutral as possible and hoped for the best.

"But, since we're on the topic, chat, I wanted to say that y/n actually reached out to me when that dating rumor thing started getting more attention, cause like I've said before, a bunch people wanted to interview me and shit, and they felt bad about the whole thing and apologized for it and stuff." Wilbur revealed, slightly spinning in his chair. "But, they shouldn't have to because obviously it's not their fault and all, but I think it's very kind of them to make that effort.”

Wilbur leaned closer to his monior, trying to read what his chat was talking about. Some of them were gushing over the interaction he told, whilst the rest were getting excited about some thing. The chat was moving fast than per usual and he was beginning to have a hard time reading one.

"Okay, what are you all talking about? Did someone raid me and I didn't notice?"

guys he hasnt notice it yet lmao

wil is about to get caught simping in 4k

WIL YN IS HERE THEYRE HEREE

hiii will sorry for making a scene

thought i'd check your stream

Wilbur's eyes widened, his posture straightened as he inched closer to the monitor again to make sure that the name he saw in his chat was actually you—as if that would help since all the messages were flying fast.

"Wait, y/n, when did you make a Twitch account?!"

like just few minutes ago

still trying to figure it out really

am i doing it right?

"Yes, you're doing it right." WIlbur laughed. "I can't believe you're here."

oh my god theyre interacting!!!

someone clip it fast!!

were they here the whole time and was just lurking lol

"Wait, have you been here the whole time, y/n?" Wilbur asked too, slightly curious and nervous.

no i think you've been streaming for awhile when i joined

hey y/n do you know that wilbur is single

y/n he talks about you all the time

you're his celebrity crush he said so himself

"Woah, woah, what the fuck is this? Ganging up on Wilbur day? Fuck you, chat."

we're doing you a favor here wil

not the chat acting as a wingman lmao

"I don't need—" Wilbur groaned, covering his slowly blushing face with his hands. "y/n, please, do not listen to them."

i don't know wil

i'm kinda interested in what they have to say

pls theyre going along with it

"God, don't encourage them—stop spamming L's in the chat!"

This wasn't how Wilbur pictured it. This wasn't how he thought you would know about his attraction towards you, being ratted out by thousands of his fans, live, nonetheless. He imagined he would do it after the two of you had been talking for awhile. He imagined he'd be a lot more brave and forward—but not in the way that would make you uncomfortable. And then when you both finally meet in real life, whether it be at one of his shows or wherever, he would ask you out to dinner or perhaps a stroll, whatever activities that you enjoyed he would absolutely do it. But, of course, it didn't turn out that way.

"God, I'm so close to ending this stream right now."

he looks so done with us

pls don't i just got in

okay i think wil's had enough chat

"Yes, yes, listen to them, chat. I've had enough."

as much as i like to stay here longer and watch you guys unfortunately i have to go

noooo y/n don't goo

When he realized that you had to leave, Wilbur's expression changed from the feigned annoyance from the constant teasing of his chat to a dejected look, his shoulders slumped. Even though, he was bullied most of the time you were there, he would withstand it a lot longer if that means you could stay a bit longer.

"Oh, you have to leave?"

yeah, work stuff and all

"Oh, alright then. Chat, say goodbye to y/n."

WIlbur watched his chat spammed goodbyes, with most of them wanting you to return again.

byeee chat it's been great talking to you all

byee will hope you have a good stream

"Bye, y/n." He waved to the camera.

Once he was sure you left, Wilbur started staring at his camera. It was a look that was purposefully made to be uncomfortable and his chat was already expressing said feeling. Slowly, he inched closer to his mic to the point where he was awfully close to it and both his lips and nose was touching it. All the chat could hear was the sound of his heavy breathing until finally his loud and distorted voice broke the uncomfortable silence.

"CHAT, YOU PRICKS! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING DO THAT TO ME?!"

[juicyquinn]

joseph quinn x actress fem!reader

can you do when joseph and reader are both filming for different movies and it starts to conflict with their relationship and they start having fights which starts to affect how they both work. many people and the media start to catch on and they start getting asked questions in interviews and from paps

yesss i can !

publicity stunt

tw // cussing, drinking, gaslighting, name calling, arguing.

“so, joseph you & y/n are both currently working on different projects. tell me, how are you guys finding time for each other with your busy schedules?” an interviewer sat up in his seat. the cameras were everywhere & the lights were bright and hot. joseph answered with articulation, “it’s not hard, we stay in touch & see each other frequently. she’s actually here now!” joseph pointed through the cameras directly at you & blew a kiss towards you. “that’s awesome, it’s gotta be a struggle to find that balance though right?” the interviewer eased in, “what’s the secret?” joseph laughed & made eye contact with you, “unconditional love,” he panned back to the man, “and patience of course… it doesn’t always work out perfectly but we’re both patient.” the man smiled at joseph, “you two are lovely!”

6 months had passed & you & joseph have only seen eachother a handful of times. you were talking/texting regularly but it’s turned into shorter, stagnant responses over time. you had just filmed the final take for this scene & was ready to see joseph. you two had planned this dinner two weeks ago after he cancelled the other one. after the long week you had you desperately needed this time with him. your car was waiting for you once you finished talking & grabbing your things. as soon as you got into the car you decided to text joe. *hey still on for tonight? xx* a bit of time passed before he replied, *of course love, see you soon :) x* you put your phone away for the rest of the ride. as soon as you got home you decided to shower & get ready. it’s been almost a month since you actually seen & get to have more than 10 minutes of time with joseph so you wanted to wear something that he couldn’t wait to rip off. "little black dress of course." you held the revealing piece up to your body in front of the mirror & smirked. once you got your hair and makeup done you slipped on the strapless dress that hugged your figure. your red bottom louis vuitton’s seemed to call out your name. your car was arriving soon so you took it upon yourself to give joseph a call, to check in. it rung all the way through to voicemail so you texted. *about to leave here in 5, i’ll see you at dinner!* a black suburban was buzzed through your gate so you put your phone in your purse, grabbed your jacket & made your way out of the house. knowing how busy joseph is you decided not to blow his phone up, didn’t want to ruin the night before it started. your security, dillon, was in the front seat next to the driver. “how’re you doing today miss y/l/n? excited for dinner with joe?” he beamed, dillon was always so sweet and supportive. you thought of him more as a best friend than your body guard. “i’m good! very excited. it’s been way too long.” the excitement oozed as the driver pulled off.

the vehicle pulled up in front of the elegant restaurant. the sun was starting to set, it looked gorgeous. the sight made you even more excited for tonight. paparazzi seen the tinted windows & automatically knew someone important was in there. dillon turned around in his seat to face you, “they’re like roaches, everywhere all the time.” he rolled his eyes, “are you ready miss?” you put your blacked out shades on, “ready!” dillon got out of the vehicle holding his arm in front of the paps to make room for your door to open. as soon as it opened the flashing & yelling started. “y/n! how’s filming for Point Blank going?” one yelled while being shoved to the side by another pap, “hey y/n! where’s joseph at? haven’t seen you two together in awhile.” another interrupts him, “yeah! did you guys break up, finally?” your ears perked up when he said 'finally' & you rolled your eyes. dillon got you out of the car & pushed through the paparazzi to eventually get you inside of the restaurant. a waiter asked for the reservation name & you quickly said “Quinn.” he pulled two menus out & motioned towards the seating area. “if you can just follow me.” he lead you through the perfectly lit dining room to a secluded booth. your stomach dropped when you didn’t see joseph already seated. “can i interest you in a glass of sauvignon blanc?” he asked while holding a big bottle & a wine glass. you sat down, “of course! thank you.” you flashed a nice smile to try & hide the fact that you were a bit hurt. the waiter poured you a glass of the wine & took a step back, “your server will be with you soon. enjoy!” you nodded back in assurance before he walked away. you grabbed your phone & called joseph, no answer. again, voicemail. you figured he’s running late so you left him a text. *just got seated. call me when you’re on your way! excited to see you, hun xx* you set your phone down & took a sip of your wine, waiting.

“are you ready to order ma’am?” the waiter circled back around a few moments later. “i’d like to wait please, if that’s okay?” you said while swirling your wine in the glass & taking the last drink. the server quickly filled it again as you nodded in appreciation. about 45 minutes passed. text after text & phone call after phone call. still no answer. at this point you felt like you were being stood up. you had a few more glasses of wine than you’d have liked so you decided it’s time to go home. you called dillon and told him you were ready & he was already waiting by the entrance for you. there weren’t any paps outside thankfully, it’s gotten pretty late so you’re hoping they found someone else to berate or just went home, doubtful on that one though. you paid the tab & dillon ran in front of you to open the door. as you two walked outside another black suburban pulled up in behind your vehicle. of course, out hopped joseph. he looked so unfazed it was disrespectful. “hi my darling, i’m so sorry i’m late. filming went past time a bit and-” he stopped as you interrupted him, “save it, joe. i texted & called plenty of times. you could’ve had SOMEONE call me, instead i looked stupid sitting in that fancy place all dressed up by myself.” joseph’s whole demeanor changed when he seen you visibly upset. “it’s been a whole month joseph, we had this planned for weeks after you cancelled the last date.” joseph took a few stops closer to you & grabbed your waist to pull you closer, “from the bottom of my heart, im sorry my love. production was having errors, i should’ve texted you.” you almost believed him until the smell of liquor rolled off his tongue along with those words & your stomach turned. “you have to be fucking kidding me. your breath reeks of liquor & you’re gonna tell me you were stuck filming?” you pushed joe off of you & he stood back & rubbed his forehead, “it was only a few drinks, y/n. don’t worry i’ll be fine.” your jaw dropped in amazement, “you think i give a damn how many drinks you had? you lied about what you were doing when WE had plans. or did you just forget about your own girlfriend?” you were visibly getting angry with joseph. “so what i had a couple drinks, y/n! these hours are stressful.” joseph whined. it really set you off how he pulled the stressful hours card, knowing you have the exact same job & bad hours as well. “you’re an asshole dude.” the argument went on for a bit longer, getting heated at times. finally, you put your hand up to his face & walked away towards your car that was waiting. dillon had the door open & shut in seconds. “drive, please.” you pushed your words out, trying to hold back the tears. it was a quiet drive home. once you finally arrived, you kicked your heels off & got into bed, full face, dress on and all. you honestly just wanted to go to bed & forget tonight even happened. you opened twitter just to mindlessly scroll but instead found your notifications blown up. the first notification you see is headlined “y/f/n stood up by joe quinn tonight” with photos attached. in the first couple of photos it was you walking into the restaurant & sitting at the table by yourself. the next few were long distance shots of you & joseph mid arguement. you didn’t realize how heated it actually got until you seen it from an outside point of view. you sighed & locked your phone, throwing it next to you. your eyes began to water so you shut them tight & rolled over to force yourself to go to sleep.

8:32am, you woke up to your doorbell being spammed & 10 missed calls from joseph. you decided to be petty & make him wait longer, just like he made you wait. you changed out of your dress into a large t-shirt & threw your hair up. you made your way downstairs to open the door. joseph stood tall over you, “look, i’m sorry for lying to you. i shouldn’t have. i did go have a few drinks after texting you back that i’d see you soon. i lost track of time. please forgive me.” he pretty much begged. “honestly i have nothing to say to you at the moment, i’m mad. i’m pissed & hurt. we barely speak & seeing you is getting harder & harder. i get that we’re both busy with our projects but i’m putting more of an effort than you are joseph & it sucks.” your eyes watered, you felt like you guys were slowly growing apart. “don’t you think you’re overreacting? it was one dinner.” he sighed. you were taken back that he had the nerve to say that. “one dinner? one fucking dinner? what about the other dates you cancelled last minute. were you drinking then too? what about our conversations? you act like you couldn’t be bothered to message me back joseph. i’m always the one calling first to ask you how your day was. the past 4 months have been nothing but paparazzi & interviewers asking if we’re still together or not,” you fully reamed him not giving him a chance to speak, “they must be seeing something i wasn’t but now i see it. leave me alone until you figure out whether you want to be with me or not.” joseph couldn’t even get a word out before you slammed the door in his face.

another month passed. you focused hard on your movie & it was finally finished. joseph was in the last stretch of finishing his. he tried texting and calling here & there but it felt so strained you didn’t have the energy to reply. tonight you had your big movie premiere & it was gonna be the first time you seen joseph since everything happened, if he even decides to show up. “i love him so much but he lied straight to my face. lied about something he didn’t even need to lie about. he made me feel like shit the entire course of those months.” you vented to your friend olivia, who was also your makeup artist, as she did your foundation. “babe, you two are movie stars. it’s going to happen where you two get busy & barely talk. it’s up to you two to figure out whether you want to keep fighting about it or if you want to get through it.” she said softly as you played with your rings. “i want to, i don’t want this to ruin us.” your eyes began to water. “aht aht! no crying,” olivia grabbed a qtip to soak up the tears before the dripped, “i did too good for you to go and wash it all away!” she turned you towards the mirror to show you your finished face. “ya look gorgeous my friend. you two will figure it out.” olivia kissed the side of your head & you smiled. once you were completely ready & got some pictures for social media out of the way it was time to walk the carpet. you & joseph always walked the carpets together for your premiers/award shows. you felt extremely lonely. standing at the beginning of the carpet everyone was faced towards you already, cameras & lights pointed. you nervously took a step but before you could go any farther you felt a hand gently pressed to your lower back. you turned in surprise to see joseph’s dimpled cheeks & brown eyes. “you came?” your voice broke. “of course, i would never miss any of your moments.” you took a deep breath in & out nervously, “thank you joe, so much. i needed you here.” he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek & you felt your face burn up. “let’s get you on this carpet, love.” once everyone seen you two on the carpet together they went crazy. they asked questions about whether you two were broken up or not, still friends, etc. it only just made you think more of the conversation you & joseph needed to have. “we need to talk.” you whispered to joe as you reached the end of the carpet. he nodded in agreement. before you two even took the last step off of the carpet he grabbed your hand & made you follow him to a secluded area. “look joe-” you hesitated as joe interrupted, “no don’t say anything. i am so sorry for hurting you, for making you feel unimportant. i genuinely don’t know what got into me. i was being an asshole to you & you didn’t deserve that.” joseph paused, “god, y/n. i’m so madly in love with you. i can’t lose you over this.” your eyes began to water. “you’re the love of my life. we will figure out something to make it work. all of this shit wouldn’t be worth it if you weren’t doing it with me.” by the time he finished you had tears streaming down your face, not even caring about your makeup. “i love you so much joe. i couldn’t possibly do this without having you by my side. we will figure this out.” joe’s eyes were watery, “don’t be a crybaby now, quinn.” his laugh filled the air, “shush look at you! you better call olivia.” he wiped a black mascara tear from dripping off of your chin onto your dress. in the same motion he tilted your chin up to make your eyes meet his. without missing a beat your lips met for the first time in months, feeling like no time has passed since you last kissed him. the kiss lasted for a few long seconds. you pulled away remembering you still needed to get your makeup fixed before you two went out there. “i have to find olivia, can i meet you at the table?” you ran your fingers through his curly hair as he still held onto you, “of course, love. i’ll be waiting for you.” he snuck another kiss in before letting go of you. your heart felt so full again, beating out of your chest as you walked away from him.

you found olivia & got everything fixed before you went back to the main area to find joseph. his face lit up as soon as he seen you & waved you his way. everything felt so perfect & good. you sat down beside joe & he leaned in to peck you on the lips, leaving you with a blushed smile. the premier was great, so many friends & people you considered family. you & joseph had your stuff figured out & you couldn’t be happier. once the director of the movie started speaking joseph grabbed your hand and squeezed it 3 times, meaning ‘i love you’. so you did the same back.

a/n: hi omg sorry it’s so long, it also took me v long to finish it bc i had work but i rly hope u enjoy :p xx

[nonclassyparty]

Starring Role - ACT X [TEASER]

act ix / masterlist / act x  

Life worked in weird ways.

Since you were a child, you already had everything planned out in front of you. Back then when you were in high school with your father prepping you for business school, your future seemed bright and set in stone to everyone around you, to you it seemed bleak but you figured you would have to settle with the way things were.

And then everything just happened.

One wrong turn after the other, one curveball and then the next, so many wrong turns and rarely any right ones and somehow you ended up somewhere you never expected to. Many would say you messed up your life, your parents being the first ones.

Chose to study art no matter what your parents thought, getting kicked out of your house and disowned, living off of your best friend because you barely had a dollar to your name after spending your entire life with a silver spoon in your mouth and last but not least, packing up the remaining clothes you had and moving to a different continent on nothing but a promise that it will work out.

But even if you did mess up, you were kind of satisfied with the way things turned out.

You observe the people walking around the spacious hall, walls neatly decorated by sketches and paintings you put all your blood, sweat and tears into. Mechanic smiles, weeping stars, fuchsia waves and dancing skeletons. Your work that has been hidden behind the thick covers of an old notebook were now out and about, for everyone to look at. To judge.

It was terrifying.

Wooyoung reassured you time after time again that if they didn't want to see your work they wouldn't have bought a ticket to see the exhibit but it still does nothing to stop you from nervously wringing your hands every once in awhile as you watch strangers walk around and discuss your work.

Your reflection in the glass windows dulls the nerves though, makes you pause and you take a second to stare because it seems like no matter what you go through - you will always be slightly in love with yourself.

And, damn, you look good.

Wooyoung helped picking the dress. It's a black off-the-shoulder cocktail dress with a deep green silky trim and long semi-sheer sleeves with flared cuffs. It fit your figure perfectly, stopping mid thigh.

Your hair was now a warm brown, layered and trimmed to just below your shoulders with see-through bangs brushing along your forehead. Long gone were the glittery eye shadows and pink blushes, now it was all bronze tones and fox eyes. Maybe a bit boring in comparison to before but different. Pretty. Mature.

"All this great art in the room and you're still staring at yourself. Unbelievable." A deep voice interrupts your staring contest with the reflection in the glass window and your eyes fleet over to the figure standing just two quick steps behind you.

Your jaw slightly drops once your eyes meet his in the reflection.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." You mutter, glare immediately forming as you turn around and come face to face with none other than Kang Yeosang.

The two years you haven't seen him did him good. Dressed in a suit that seemed tailored just for him and hair a bit longer than what you remember. He was always good looking but it seems like he only got better with age. How infuriating.

"It's been awhile, Y/N." Yeosang muses out with a faint smirk, something almost aching to a smile but so out of the ordinary to be directed at you from him that it makes the hairs on your neck stand. "Saw promotion for the exhibit online and had to buy a ticket."

When your glare only deepens, he nods once. "I like your work."

You scoff at your own misfortune. Barely a week back and you're already running into your arch nemesis on a night that was supposed to be special to you, no less.

"What do you want?" You ignore the compliment and immediately take up a hostile approach.

"Can I not show support to an old friend without wanting anything?"

"Old friend?" You scoff, rolling your eyes and already starting to search for Wooyoung in the crowd of the hall. "Fuck off, Yeosang."

"Okay, no need for hostility." Yeosang sighs, holding his hands to his chest, "I come in peace."

"You never come in peace."

"I did this time." He insists and is awarded by another eye roll. "I'm serious. You're a big shot now, wanted to see what all the fuss is about."

The response is laced with the typical Kang Yeosang-esque sarcasm that makes your eye twitch.

"Well, enjoy the fucking show then. I'm leaving now." Is your curt response and you move to push past him.

His response makes you pause. "Grow up, Y/N."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, grow up." Yeosang repeats before taking a sip out of the flute of champagne in his hand. "I'm not here to pick a fight. Some might say I'm even offering to bury the hatchet."

"Burying the hatchet?" You repeat with a humorless chuckle, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your composure. "Just like that? Just because you want to be civil now, after everything, I should come running to be in your good graces?"

You let out another laugh, careful of the surrounding guests before muttering lowly. "Fuck you, Yeosang."

"Now, I never said anything about running to be in my good graces although I do appreciate you thinking so highly of me." He says relaxedly with a small smirk and your glare hardens, at that he sighs. "I'm just saying it's been two years, we're somewhat adults now, aren't we? Surely we won't hold onto a beef from college. Over some guy, none the less."

Your glare falters at that and you find yourself whispering; "So, he's just some guy now, huh?"

"Just some guy." Yeosang shrugs and you think the smile he gives you is bittersweet.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes once more. You can't even be mean to him anymore when he's not being mean back. Yeosang is actually looking like the bigger person here and it irks you to no end.

You might've done a lot of growing and accepting over the past two years but one thing that will never change about you is that you hold grudges like no other.

"Yeosang, what do you want?" You repeat again, dropping the glare and being overly done with the entire conversation. You hope nobody will notice you sulking in the corner of your own exhibit with a pretty boy like him.

"You are so dramatic." He snorts and you shoot him another glare. "Look, if you're expecting an apology or something, you won't get one from me."

Your jaw drops at that.

"Did I say some shitty things to you in the past? Yes. Did you get your lick back by humiliating me and making me cry in my own kitchen that fine evening? Also yes." He nods his head and crosses his arms, "I'd say we're even now and while I'm trying this whole thing of burying the hatchet, it's time to move on with this conversation, it's getting boring."

You open your mouth to argue but he beats you to it.

"I'm holding a small get-together at my place on Friday and I'm inviting you." Yeosang casually says, handing you a napkin with his number scribbled on it. "You can bring your friend as well."

"Why the fuck would I want to come to your get-together?" You ask, making sure to put quotation marks on the "get-together" just to be more annoying.

"Because," Yeosang smirks, unfazed. "If the rumors of your family disowning you and your little shitty elite circle ostracizing you afterwards are true, then I'd assume you might want to meet some new people now that you're back and I am nice enough to give you an opportunity."

Grinding your teeth, you stare at him wondering how he manages to be so fucking infuriating while doing seemingly nothing.

"I don't need to meet new people. I know just enough of them, thanks."

That was...partly true. You knew Wooyoung and Professor Ahn and...Wooyoung? Well, your circle was definitely smaller than it was the last time you were in Seoul. Can two people even make a circle?

Your new co-workers didn't exactly count just yet and truth be told, you didn't want to be that person who only ever hangs out with people from work.

"Whatever you say." He shrugs with his annoying smile. Annoying. Annoying. Annoying. "I host some pretty good parties though, you might dare I say, have fun."

"Tempting." You bite back sarcastically.

"There's going to be some people from college." Yeosang adds and you shiver at just the thought. "Yunho, for one. You just love him, don't you? He is very single, by the way."

"Not interested." You mutter, looking around the room.

That part was definitely true. You've been basically bound to celibacy for the past two years, not by choice of course.

The coursework was hard, the language was very fucking hard and you were just tired but also...not ready to jump into anything with anyone. Even though, there were opportunities that slipped past your fingers.

So, maybe you were celibate slightly by choice.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, made sure to spend most of the weekends over the past two years sleeping in other people's beds rather than his own.

"Eh, I think he's over you as well. No offense."

"Yeosang, don't be silly." You chuckle, flipping your hair over your shoulder. "I'm too hot for anyone to get over me that easily."

He blinks.

"Jesus," He mutters with a shake of his head, "I almost thought your ego couldn't possibly become bigger but nope, two years later and you're even worse."

Your smile drops at that as you almost raise your hand to smack him on the shoulder but quickly retreat your hand because in your book, that is an act of affectionate bullying. And you don't do that with Kang Yeosang.

You just bully him. And he bullies you back. That's it.

Biting your lower lip, you hesitate on asking the question that's been swirling around your mind ever since he mentioned people from college and singled out Yunho but the curiosity is bigger than anything else and you have to know.

"Is San-"

"No." Is Yeosang's sharp reply.

No sarcasm. No snark. No smartass smile.

Just a firm 'no'.

You want to ask. You're nosy and you want to know what happened. They were inseparable no matter how shitty San was.

But it's not your place and despite the plain curiosity, you can't find it in yourself to care all that much either.

So you just nod with pursued lips.

"I'll come only if you have a mean buffet prepared. Mozzarella sticks and all."

"What do you think I'm running, Park? A restaurant?" Yeosang cocks an eyebrow at you, "You'll eat what I give you. You should be thankful I'm not telling you to bring your own drinks."

And there it is...

"Asshole." You mutter, pushing past him with a wave over your head as you walk away.

[theoreticslut]

hello hello, happy sleepover! so glad I could make it 😌😂

I’d like a 💤we should be sleeping about Eddie pining after a girl for a while and then finding out she’s a single mom and how he’d be 🥺 I feel he’d be taken aback like “oh shit this is a WOMAN” and then go with it, but I wanna know what you think!

Thank you, lovely!! 🤍

i’m glad you could make it too! thank you for the ask love 💗 I absolutely adore parent fics sm!!

「 beautiful, loving, amazing woman 」

eddie munson x single parent!fem reader

requested: yes

warnings: single parenthood, pining, pet names (sweetheart & princess), brief mention of being sick

-Eddie’s been watching you for awhile

-ever since you arrived in hawkins

-he’s not sure when exactly you moved in

-but it’s only been a couple months at most

-the first time he really sees you is when you’re leaving family video as he heads in

-he had only wanted a few movies for the night

-but seeing you was infinitely better

-even if you haven’t spoken to each other yet

-he’d seen you around town for a few weeks now

-at the grocery store or the mechanic

-& every time he can’t help but admire you

-of course steve had to pull his leg for liking the cute new girl

-“you sure know how to pick ‘em, munson.”

-“what d’ya mean, harrington? Don’t you find her attractive? Or are you just that bad at picking ‘em?”

-although he never would have expected to be friends with “the hair”

-Eddie has to admit they get along quite well

-probably helps that they share dustin-responsibilities

-“oh no, I think she’s beautiful, but she just got two children’s movies.”

-“oh yeah?”

-this obviously piques Eddie’s interest

-but it doesn’t quell his curiosity any

-if anything it makes him want to know more

-“yeah, said she’s got a kid around.”

-at that all Eddie can do is nod

-it’s not abnormal for someone around their age to have kids around

-he figures you babysit for people around town or you have a younger niece/nephew

-it doesn’t surprise him any

-which is why he keeps watching you

-it’s about a week and a half later that he finally gets to talk to you

-you’re working a few shifts a week at the local diner while your best friend watches your daughter

-as much as you hate being away from her you need the money

-you only have so much saved up between the two years you worked in highschool & the telephone salesperson job you held for a year and a half

-not to mention you only get so much child support from your daughters father

-money isn’t a huge concern when your daughter’s paternal grandparents are more than willing to help support you

-but you feel better being able to provide for her on your own

-which is why you continue to work a part time job here in hawkins

-you’re nearly done with your shift when this long, curly-haired brunette comes in and sits at the counter

-it’s hard not to be drawn to him

-between his hair and how he dresses

-denim and leather with silver chains adorning him

-there’s no denying that he’s beautiful

-but you’re also not really looking for anyone right now

-you’ve got your daughter to focus on

-when he starts talking with you though, you lose it

-“you’re new in town, right?” He questions

-a kind smile on his lips as he does

-“Mhm. Been here just over two months now.”

-you try so hard to just stay friendly

-to not let your heart take over your emotions regarding him

-he’s just a customer

-nothing more

-all it takes is one little offer though before you break

-“maybe I could show you more of the town sometime? I mean, I have lived here most of my life.”

-it’s hard to turn down his offer

-especially when he’s looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes and a smile that makes your heart skip a beat

-so you go out with him

-& then you go out again

-he just can’t get enough of you

-each time you hang out or talk he’s falling a little more for you

-& you are for him

-but he can’t help but wonder why you’re so hesitant to let him come over or vice versa

-it’s not until he shows up at your door that he realizes why

-you had told him over the phone earlier that you were sick

-so he figured he’d surprise you with some soup and movies

-just to keep you company

-& hopefully to comfort you a little

-he never expected you to answer the door with a toddler on your hip though

-“eddie, hey. Uh, what’re you…what’re you doing here? I told you I was sick.”

-“I know. I thought I’d bring you some soup and movies. Figured you might not want to be alone,”

-“…but, uh, I see you’ve already got someone.” He chuckles, fascinated with the kid

-he’s never had little kids in his life

-not when it’s always been him and his uncle

-“mommy?” your daughter asks, confused, as she looks up at you

-that single word has eddie doing a double take as his jaw drops

-you’re a mom?

-you don’t just have a kid around, you have a kid

-holy shit

-holy fucking shit

-you’re not just a woman, you’re a woman

-you have a kid that you’re raising on your own

-although shocking, eddie can’t help but be awed by the news

-he can’t lie and say you don’t look good with a child on your hip

-“yeah…this, this is my daughter.”

-Eddie nods, eyes wide, yet smiles all the same

-“hi. Nice to meet you, princess. You been taking care of your mom?”

-it’s your turn to be shocked

-you never expected him to be so cool about you having a kid

-not when you’re 21 with a two and half year old

-“you’re not…freaked out?”

-as you question him you’re letting him into the house

-not wanting him or the soup he’s brought to get cold in the November air

-“no? Why would I be?”

-in his mind, there’s no reason to be

-you have a kid, sure, but that’s no reason for him to be uncomfortable

-“I just, guys usually…”

-you’re not sure how to word your thoughts

-you & Eddie aren’t together

-as far as you know he only sees you as a friend

-so maybe you having a kid doesn’t worry him bc he doesn’t want to be with you to begin with

-“what? They don’t want to date someone with a kid?”

-“well…yeah” you deadpan, brows furrowed as his lack of concern

-“not me, sweetheart. I think it’s pretty metal that you have a daughter.”

-“really?”

-“Mhm. If I haven’t made it obvious by now, I kind of really like you, which means I want every part of you. Child included, sweetheart.”

-he won’t admit it to you yet, but Eddie can already see himself helping you to raise the little one

-& if things keep going well

-he can see himself giving you another one

-and maybe another

-he likes the idea of having a family with you

-even if you are just in the beginning stages of a relationship together

-but he already knows he’s done for if you feel the same as him

-you’re absolutely amazing

-an absolutely beautiful, loving, amazing woman

-& he doesn’t want it any other way

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WE FELL OUT OF LOVE

KAKUCHO HITTO X READER X TAKASHI MITSUYA REPOST FROM ANOTHER ACCOUNT

CW: ANGST * FLUFF? You’ve loved each other for years. But why do his eyes don’t hold the love and the joy it had whenever he sets them on you? 

Love? It's when I see his eyes light up when he sets them on me. When his rough hands intertwined with mine. His pearl white teeth show whenever he smiles at me; that’s all I know, his love. I smile as I touch my stomach, reminiscing our memories from years ago but still so fresh in my memory like it was just yesterday. I loved him so much.

I would’ve never thought that the man who promised me the world will slowly distance himself from me. Every day, I ask myself what made him look at me with eyes that almost show his distaste. I still asked myself to this day the question of what happened to us that led us to where we are.

“Hey, little one… don’t worry. I promise to love you more than myself. And I promise to choose you over anyone.” I gave my word to the little angel growing inside me. Today was my first ultrasound and he promised to come with me. But even though hours have passed he didn’t show up.

“Hello, Kokonoi Kun.” You went to their HQ to look for him. You were distressed because he wouldn’t answer your calls and texts. You were worried for his life.

“Um…. Do you happen to know where Kaku is?” You asked headache slowly creeping up to you.

“Kaku? He’s on the break room eating lunch.” You nodded and thank him. He asked you if everything is all right and you lied to him telling that you just wanted to see your husband.

You were beyond furious but it all faded and was replaced with pain as soon as you saw your husband eating with his assistant.

They were laughing and his eyes were filled with the joy and warmth he used to look at you with. You bit your lips and held your tears back.

You can’t decide which pained you more. Knowing that he’s fallen out of love with you or seeing him fall in love with someone else. Everything slowed down and you clenched the fabric of the dress he bought for you.

You went out of their HQ with your head down and proceeded to let the tears you’ve held fall. You walked aimlessly on the dangerous streets of Tokyo until your legs were tired.

You sat on the sidewalks looking up at the sky.

Where did I go wrong?

Kakucho didn’t come home for months. You knew he wanted you gone but you held in a little faith that he’ll come. You continuously cooked dinner for the two of you even though he never came home. You waited on ends but not even a shadow of him comes within your sight. You slowly started to accept that he chose someone else over you and your child.

“Hi.” You entered a newly opened boutique you came across while baby shopping. The atmosphere was very calm and relaxing. Something you’ve haven’t felt for months. 

“Hey- wait.” Mitsuya Takashi. You softly smiled and greeted your friend who you hadn’t seen in years. 

“Where’s Kaku? And you’re pregnant?” He asked joyfully and your heart sank but you shake your head and forced a smile.

“We are separated.” You tell him honestly and a frown appeared on his face. He regretted asking. You bit your lips as tears started to fill your eyes once more but he was quick to wipe them with his soft delicate hands. You awkwardly chuckled and he chuckled with you. 

“Mullet? Is that a trend these days?” You changed the subject and he laughed. The two of you talked for awhile and an unexpected thing happened. 

“So y-yeah.” You suddenly flinched in the middle of the conversation you and Mitsuya were having. He immediately went and squat down in front of you.

“Are you okay?” He asks worried about your sudden movement. You adjusted your position before giving him a nod. 

“Yes, the baby just kicked.” His jaw dropped and without thinking, he placed his hand on your swollen belly. His actions surprised you and your face becomes red as a tomato. He was the first one to do such a thing. He started humming and the baby kicked harder, amazing the two of you. 

“That’s a strong kick.” He chuckles soothing your stomach. 

“Nice to meet you baby…. I’m takachan.” After that day you two began to spend more time with each other. He was the first to come with you with your monthly ultrasound and the first one to be awed at the sight of your angel. Slowly he began to put the lost smile on your face. 

Kakucho entered the house he hasn’t been in awhile. He didn’t want to see you. To see the result of his neglect and infidelity. So he was more than happy that you weren’t home. He went to the bedroom you two once shared and opened the drawer to take his seal. He was about to ask you to divorce him the night you told him you are pregnant. The baby was the only reason he didn’t continue the conversation with you that day, but he felt that he was suffocating too much and wanted to end your marriage. He didn’t know why he fell out of love with you, but it all changed once he saw the divorce papers he thought he threw away in the trash that day with your seal on them. Beside it was an ultrasound of his child every month that he all missed. And on top of it is a letter you wrote for him.

Hi love. I knew that you’ve fallen out of love with me the day I saw you laughing with her. I’m sorry for doing something that made you fall out of love with me. I was angry and sad but I’m okay now. You can always visit our child. Goodbye, love. We’ve spent such a great time together.

PS

There’s dinner on the oven it’s your favorite please eat it :) 

The letter was short and vague, You really didn’t know what to say but all you wanted for him to know is that you didn’t hold any grudges to him. Tears started to fall from his eyes. There was no reason for him to fall out of love with you. He went to the kitchen and saw his favorite dish inside the oven. He placed it on the table and started to eat it. The wonderful flavor spreads on his mouth and one by one he started to remember the memories you’ve spent together. He remembered how he loved your laugh and how he loved your hugs and the kisses you gave him whenever he’s tired. You gave him a home after he spent most of his life alone. Yet he disregarded all of that. 

“Thank you so much! I’ll see you tomorrow.” He heard your voice and run to the living room eager to see and hold you. You took off your shoes and was surprised to see his. You gulped. You prepared yourself for this moment but still… it was too much for you. You don’t resent him. You don’t even hate him. You can’t. But you also don’t know what to feel. 

“Hey…” You heard his voice for the first time in months. It was weak and full of regret. You turned around and your eyes met his. It was no longer empty but full of sorrow. You gave him a soft smile not knowing what to do. His eyes were filled with tears and the one thing you hate to see is him hurting. Even if he had hurt you so much. 

He expected you to look at him with hatred but instead of that your eyes look worried for him. Him who hurt you and choose to be with someone else. Your belly is swollen and you look more beautiful than ever. Your child grew inside you without him by your side and for that he loathe himself. He promised you the world but he gave you pain. 

“Kakuchan come here.” You opened your arms wide open for him and he went to you with no hesitation. He knelt in front of you and you wrapped your arms around him. Securing him even though he did nothing to secure you. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked patting his head.

“I don’t want us to end.” 

But you were the one who wanted us to end. 

“Kaku….” How do you even tell him that you’ve fallen out of love with him like he did to you? 

That night you held him in your arms comforting him. In the morning he woke up with your back facing him. He laid a kiss on your shoulder and you flinch and moved away. You asked if he submitted the divorce papers but he told you no and he couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes twitched. He asked you when’s the next ultrasound so he could go but you were hesitant to tell him and he became more suspicious when you keep convincing him that you’ll be fine without him like you’ve always been. His heart broke when he no longer saw the joy in your eyes whenever you look at him. And finally he realized that you fell out of love with him when he saw you with Mitsuya. His hands on your tummy while the two of you laugh because the baby is kicking. When he saw you look at Mitsuya with the eyes you looked at him before you fell out of love with him. 

He fell on his knees and cursed himself for letting himself lose you. The woman who gave him home and held him up whenever he was falling apart.

[dirtbra1n]

HII good morning time for ask game. Throwing rare ssmy ones at the board. Shirabashi. Hiramiya. uhhh kuresawa tashiro No wait i cant do that to kuresawa. He loves his girlfriend. I WILL do it to ogasawara though. ogasawara x sasaki. And for fun if you have brain power. tell me about ur favorite mairuma dynamics….

HIII GOOD MORNING I’ve still got twenty minutes til noon as I write this part it counts. woke up read this and said aloud Oh sunnfish loves me…. my friends love me………

shirabashi: I get it, it doesn’t compel me*.

*I’m continuing my effort to get myself into these things. this is definitely still following the trend of I’m Not Doing Enough To Mindpalace Niibashi. sunnfish wouldn’t it be really funny if I shoved him into pathologic au. no better way to get me really invested in you than to suffer sundry agonies I’d say.

I think some of the kagibashi points sort of reflect onto the wall a little warped here which is really fun. Why are you tall. why are you so good at basketball. How Are You Single. followed by one conversation that concludes, Oh, that’s why. being someone who knows that shirahama cares so much about his appearance adds some fun color to this too. I think there’s some fun stuff to poke at there I’ll turn the heat up and let it simmer awhile

hiramiya: I get it, it doesn’t compel me**.

**You know. it’s also kind of a lie I think I just don’t follow through enough on putting petri dish miyano under a microscope. like. I think even in a world where miyano didn’t meet sasaki and consequently did not have to reckon with #BisexualityGate. having bl brain is kind of just a by-default queer thing straight up. Yeah I want to watch Hirano senpai and his handsome roommate I know next to nothing about gently and sensually embrace one another. I want Hirano senpai to be on the bottom. I’m normal. This is normal. like miyano can we talk about this. we’re taking this conversation to the hirakagi dorm and you will put the clipboard DOWN.

in other words Someone definitely would have to pitch me on more straightforward hiramiya—it won’t be hard, I didn’t say hirano was the dating sim au game’s default and preferred route for NO REASON—but going by system settings of What’s funniest. I’m 100% primed to skip down the road of Miyano most insane voyeur moments (#1). this is kind of a theme for hirano ships for me actually. Wait hold on HOLD ON JUST. ONE SEC

kagi would be there too. just chilling.

I know you took it back but I think a we got married setup with tashiro kuresawa and yuki would legitimately be very funny. just wanted to say that

SASAWARA: HA HA . YOU KNOWWWW…. probably could go trudge up one of my. I’ll be right back again

ogasawara sex comedy teaser for public consumption. don’t worry about masato here this isn’t about him

being brief It’s the old friends feeling. being verbose it’s You’ve seen me at my worst and snappiest and least tolerable and you still haven’t gone anywhere. you’re so annoying. are you home right now? need to drop off a cd. you’re gonna hate the third track but the fourth one’s gonna make you cry.

I’m always thinking about it. sasaki wanting ogasawara to leave him and miyano the hell alone on their date but the second ogasawara vanishes sasaki’s texting him Hey, where’d you go? old friends feeling. am throwing up all over the floor currently. I Get It. It Compels me.

MAIRUMA. BY THE WAY. love trio are my kids. I think the passive competition between clara and alice is the funniest cutest thing in the world

^ page saved in may-nearly-june 2021.

also Literally every single relationship with iruma involved compels me that’s my LITTLE BLUE BOY!!!! going to come back to this on the mairuma front later on the coattails of either rewatching the anime or catching up on the manga. and then They’ll all be sorry…… okay wrapping this one up now I love you sunnfish

[amongthecosmoz]

Scp 049 x Reader (Fluff)

This story isn’t anything too specific just some platonic love with the birb : ) while eating lunch together sorry if my writing isn’t all that good but I hope you enjoy nonetheless I do want to warn that I have been told my writing can be hard to read so please 🥲 if it is I am sorry punctuation is also not a big thing for me either sorry if the story is kinda crumby too but I hope you enjoy!

Y/n was eating lunch in the foundations cafeteria by the window the sun shinning bright through. It was a peaceful day for once the rest of the foundation staff and SCPs a select few SCPs were eating as well. Y/n sat alone by the best spot there was in their opinion they did sometimes sit with coworkers and friends they made but sometimes they needed some alone time.

Y/n was enjoying their lunch (favorite food) and the peacefulness then all of a sudden the lunch room got abit quiet a sudden dread and eeriness took over. y/n looked over and spotted no other then Scp 049 with some guards “huh that explains it” Y/n quietly spoke to themself but wondered why the plague doctor was even there in the first place since he isn’t allowed to eat in the lunch room Y/n was too focused on what was going on outside the window to even pay attention gazing at the clouds seeing the clouds form into animals and just being clouds “Good day to you miss Y/n” a voice said you look up and it is no other then 049 sitting across from you at the table with his lunch “a lovely day hmm?” He spoke trying to strike up a conversation the guards though closely stood by

“A lovely day indeed doctor shocking to see you in here” Y/n spoke “ah yes for the day I’ve been granted permission to sit in here for the day” 049 spoke happily y/n nodded in understanding y/n was on good terms with the plague doctor they did become kinda close lately but y/n was so busy with work that they have not had time to see 049 even if he requested to see Y/n

“I do say I haven’t seen much of you are you alright?” The plague doctor asked concerned this made y/n nervous the guards seemed to tense as they heard this the last time 049 asked if someone was alright it ended in him curing said person “oh I am well yes doctor just been busy” y/n chuckled nervously The plague doctor nodded “I have missed our discussions it seems everyone is so busy or no one is available to talk to” he sighed this pained you to hear that sigh you felt guilty your heart raced abit “y/n” he spoke softly just saying your name your heart raced abit faster “y…yea?” you replied he looked out the window as you were doing “you can talk to me you know you can even come to me if you need help I will always here there what kind of doctor would I be if I wasn’t anyways?” 049 spoke softly

This eased you his voice overall was pleasing to listen to despite his vibe he gave off you could listen to him all day his voice soothed your soul “Thanks doctor that means a lot” Y/n smiled

With that the two talked more and 049 shared some information about the pestilence with y/n and his trips around the world after awhile when they finished their lunch 049 had to go back to his cell

“Do come see me more y/n it’s always a pleasure talking to you” the plague doctor said “of course 049 I will it’s always a pleasure talking to you to” you replied with that he was escorted back to his cell you smiled to yourself and now more determined then ever to get your work done to visit the plague doctor once more.