#i could do nothing at all and still be put through bullshit im over it all im so fucking over it.

[kyuala]

SOOOOOO hard to go through everyday life trying to ignore the never-ending feeling that im just irreparably fucked up and therefore should just give up on everything

[norrizzandpia]

I JUST READ You Were Never What I Wanted AND NOW I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE

IT WAS SO GOOD

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART (if u decide to post it)

YOURE WRITING IS AMAZING <333

Yall ask and yall shall receive! Part 1 link if you need it <3

But I Need You Now (You Were Never What I Wanted, Part 2) (LN4)

Summary: In the aftermath of Lando and Y/n, Lando makes it his personal mission to show Y/n that it wasn’t fake. Their PR stunt might’ve started out as a lie, but it was love for him and he knows it was for her too.

Warnings: language, angsty, FLUFF AT THE END BITCHES AS AN APOLOGY FOR THE HELL I PUT YOU THROUGH WITH THESE TWO-PARTERS, sexual conversations

Note: see what I did with the title… 😏 You were never what I wanted, but I need you now 🤭 also i made this less angsty as an apology again 👹

Y/n goes home for a few days.

The news spreads throughout the paddock like a virus, being whispered in every person’s ear. When it gets back to Lando, he stands in the midst of the chaos in McLaren’s garage.

Jon leaves his hand on Lando’s shoulder in a comforting manner, knowing something happened between them, but not knowing the specific details.

“She left?” He says lowly, voice wavering as he tries to gain control of it.

Jon nods, “I’m afraid so.”

“What about the race?” He asks, hands clenching at his sides.

“She’s having the reserve driver take her place. You know that.” Jon gives him a confused look.

Lando shakes his head, “No, I get that, but how could she just give up on it?”

Jon sighs and Lando can tell his trainer doesn’t want to tell him the next bit of information. He does anyway, “I heard she was pretty distraught after that gala a week ago. Apparently, she was sobbing and the valet had to help her call a cab. She was a mess, I gather, no one knows why.”

I do, he thinks. I know why, Lando thinks.

Lando abandons the conversation, not wanting to hear anymore about the girl he loves.

She plagues his dreams, his nightmares, his delusions, his thoughts, he doesn’t need her to infiltrate his life anymore.

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“What’s the problem?” He asks an hour later when Jon treats him like he’s about to have a mental breakdown at any moment.

His trainer eyes him suspiciously, gently, “Nothing,”

Lando groans, arms flying out beside him before smacking down back at his sides, “Jon, cut the bullshit. You’ve been treating me like I’m a fucking baby all day. Why?”

Jon sighs, turning to look at him before grabbing his arm and pulling them out of the garage. Jon forces them into a random hallway always away from the commotion and publicity, looking at Lando softly, “What happened between you and Y/n?”

Suddenly, Lando’s defensive. The mention of her name makes his skin crawl and his heart clench, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You two were dating.”

Lando rolls his eyes, “We were not dating. We were a PR stunt. You know that, Jon.”

Jon stares him down, “You two were dating.”

The meaning of his words hits Lando, what Jon truly is trying to address. He’s drowning in the mistakes of his own actions and the love he developed for her, no way to explain his way out of the situation with Jon looking at him knowingly.

He folds his arms over his chest, “Maybe in the end.”

Jon’s face scrunches up in confusion, “In the end? Of course, you were. Did you sleep together?”

“Fuck, no!” Lando yelps, astonishment at Jon’s bluntness, a trait the man has never had when it came to his romantic relationships.

Jon shakes his head, confusion deepening, “Then how the fuck did you two end up where you are? How did you end up in this mess? Which you still have not told me about.”

He sighs, head falling to stare at his shoes, “I fell in love with her. She fell in love with me. Well, at least I think.”

Jon, the man so incredibly lost, looks blankly at Lando, “You fell in love. With Y/n. Y/l/n. The woman you used to absolutely detest. The woman who used to hate your guts. You two fell in love with each other?”

Lando nods, “I know how it sounds, but it happened.”

Jon’s head tilts to the side, “Okay, and what happened the night of the gala?”

Jon sees the shift of Lando’s demeanor, his entire body running cold with images of her walking out on him. The boy’s body running cold, he tries to get through the night that ruined it all, “Everything was fine in the beginning. We were just talking to a bunch of donors. You know, we got so many that night. Anyways, we were at the bar and being stupid as always, getting drunk, when Lu showed up.”

“Lu as is your ex?” Jon clarifies.

Lando nods, “Yeah, so she came up to us and we just got to talking. She mentioned the fact that we still talk.”

Jon’s mouth falls open, “You and Lu still talk?!”

“Not anymore, not after the gala. She basically cut off contact with me because she ‘hated the way it made her feel when she saw the look on Y/n’s face’. But, at that time, we had been. I should’ve told Y/n when we started getting serious, but I didn’t and that came back to bite me in the ass because she was so betrayed, Jon.”

“So, she walked out of the gala because she was angry about you and Lu?”

“Yeah, she basically told me I didn’t care about her in the way she thought I had, which wasn’t true. I told her I loved her and then shit just went completely downhill after that.”

Jon’s hand squeezes Lando’s arm, “You told her you loved her?”

There’s a flash of sadness in Lando’s eyes and Jon knows it’s because of the painful rejection. He’s learning that Y/n might’ve started out as one of the people Lando cared about the least, but she had quickly become the center of his entire world.

“Of course, I did. But, she didn’t believe me. I don’t blame her too! The start of our relationship was built specifically on hatred. We never wanted anything to do with each other and then, all of a sudden, we were kissing and it was feeling like something more.”

A silence passes before Lando whispers, “Sometimes I wish I never would’ve met her.”

Jon chuckles, “You’ve said that before.”

Lando scoffs, “Yeah, but that was because I hated her. This is because I can’t deal with the fact that she left me.”

“Have you tried to talk to her?” Jon inquires, eyes roaming Lando’s face in search of an answer.

“No,” Lando responds, grief and remorse soaking his tone.

“Well, maybe that’s where you need to start.” Jon smiles.

“In order to do what?” Lando’s lost on the insinuation.

“In order to get her back.”

It’s heartbreaking the way Lando stares up at Jon as if he’d just single-handedly restored all senses of hope and happiness into his body, “You think I can do that?”

“I think that you and her loved each other too much to let it go to waste this way.”

Maybe you’re right, he thinks. Maybe I need to find out for myself, he thinks.

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Y/n, the girl he hated so much for the love she made him feel, was locked up in her room of her childhood home, information Lando gained from her mother who he had called quietly. It was the first time they had spoken, but it wasn’t the first time she had heard of him. Her daughter had shown up in the middle of the night, sobbing to her over a boy and berating herself for allowing a man to hurt her in the way he had.

However, with the undying kindness Y/n shared, she had patiently heard Lando out as he explained to her the feelings he harbored for her daughter. Strong words of love had persuaded her into giving Lando their address and giving him permission to come. After all, she saw the way her daughter’s Lock Screen lit up with a loving picture of them every time Y/n got a notification. She clocked the picture as the room where Y/n had been hospitalized after her crash, Lando laying on the bed beside her with his arm wrapped safely around her shoulders, a kiss to her cheek as she smiled at the camera.

Bags packed and in hand, Lando stands in front of her house, hood pulled over his head with sunglasses shoved over his eyes. He takes two steps at a time, bypassing multiple steps in the process as he reaches the front door in no time.

Knocking on the wood, Lando waits patiently before the lock is turning and her mother is appearing before him. Dressed in jeans and a sweater, she smiles softly at him, a smile resembling the one Y/n had adorned him with before he made her feel less than the most important person in his life.

“Hi, Ms. Y/l/n. Thank you for this.” He says quietly, not wanting Y/n to hear him and get scared.

She nods at him, opening the door and letting him step in, “As much as you hurt my daughter, I think this space is effecting her worse.”

He lingers in the doorway, nerves getting to him as he stares at the steps in front of him, steps he assumes would lead him to her.

Her mother notices his eyes, “She’s up there if you want to go.”

He takes a step toward them, but takes on back and looks at her with tension in his face, “Do you think she’ll want to see me?”

Her mother’s head moves side to side, “I think, at first, she’ll be mad, but she’ll warm up. I know she still loves you, that’s still there.”

He nods, “What should I say?”

His words relay quietly and her mother lays a hesitant hand on his arm, “Why are you here? Why are you fighting for her?”

His answer comes easily, “Because I love her. Because, after years of hating each other, I realize that I never truly, fully hated her. I hated that she was better than me and the fact that she was winning races more than I was, but I never hated her. I never gave her a chance to show me who she was and it took someone forcing us to be together for me to see how amazing she is. I’m remorseful for that, of course, but I’m happy it happened. If it hadn’t, I wouldn’t have realized the happiness that was standing in front of me all along.”

Her mother smiles brightly at him, “Tell her that.”

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The door creaks as Lando pushes it open, head poking in to see her laying with her back to him.

“Mom, can I just have some time alone right now?” Her broken voice whispers, curling further into herself as Lando steps in and closes the door.

He doesn’t say anything, opting to walk over to her bed and sit down. The mattress is larger, putting space between them so he’s not touching her.

“I can hear you breathing. Please leave.” She says again, this time pleading desperately.

Lando exhales before lifting his hand and laying it on her hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles lovingly. He feels her body tense, her head looking down to inspect the fingers wrapped around her skin.

She pulls away quickly, sitting up and whipping her head around to meet his eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here?! You should be at the race!” She yells at him, shifting farther away from him.

He hates how tired she looks, how puffy her eye bags are from a mixture of exhaustion and tears. His body turns to completely face hers, his leg being pulled onto the bed, “Your mom gave me the address and I got the reserve driver to cover for me.”

Y/n scoffs, “Okay, why would my mother do that?”

“Because she knows I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes glaze over, iciness translating in her every move, “How would she know that?”

“I called her.” He states simply, watching her eyebrows stitch together.

Her head tilts, “How did you get her number?”

“From Nick.”

Y/n body rears back, “My trainer?! You coerced my trainer into giving you my mother’s phone number?! Are you fucking crazy?!”

“For you, yes.” He smiles softly. His comment earns an eye roll.

“Y/n, just listen to me.” He begins, but Y/n raises her hands in objection.

“No, Lando. Leave me alone. I appreciate the effort, but leave.” Her hands push his arms, doing nothing to move him.

He gently takes her hands in his and shifts closer to her, “No. I’m not leaving until you hear what I have to say.”

Knowing how stubborn he is, Y/n sits back and gestures for him to continue.

“When I first met you, I hated the success you had.” He starts.

Y/n laughs, “What a great start!”

“Let me finish.” He states, “I hated the success you had and I was dumb enough, young enough to think that meant I hated you too. So, I spent years resenting everything that had to do with you. I never gave myself one moment to reflect on the reasoning for my dislike of you. If I had, we wouldn’t be here right now. Part of me hates that, hates that I spent so much time treating you in a way you never deserved, but another part of me, the part that has fallen so hard for you, is happy it didn’t. If I had realized that I was just jealous of the race wins you were claiming, I would’ve been cordial with you, never getting close enough to get to know who you are out of the envy I held against you. If it had gone down that way, I would’ve never gotten to meet you. And I mean the person you really are, underneath all the PR trained, guarded skin. I would’ve never fallen in love with you, never experienced you and the happiness you have provided me with. It took us so long to get here, through hurtful insults and screaming matches, I can’t let you slip through my fingers, your love with it, because of my stupid mistakes. I won’t let that happen.”

Y/n stays quiet after he completes his last sentence, staring at him as she decides what she wants to do next.

Softly, she says, “Why didn’t you tell me about Lu?”

He sighs disappointedly, “I don’t know. Truthfully, I didn’t think it meant that much. In my head, I didn’t love her. I was just ending a relationship on good terms. I didn’t think far enough to get to you. I’m sorry for that. If I could go back and sit you down, explain to you what Lu and I were doing, the fact that it meant nothing compared to what I feel towards you, I would. You deserve that conversation. I don’t know if that means anything to you, but I hope it does. She was never going to mean the same thing to me as she had before after I first kissed you. Truthfully, she never did mean the same thing to me as you do. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before.”

Y/n nods slowly, gathering her thoughts, “When did you start loving me? When did it stop being hate? Because that night at the gala, at the end of our conversation, you hated me again.”

Lando shakes his head, “First of all, I didn’t hate you that night. I was just hurt and it translated to something ugly, which I can’t apologize enough for. Second of all, I don’t know when I genuinely started loving you, but I know I realized it when you crashed. When I was running throughout the paddock, I could not get away from the heavy pit in my stomach that only pointed toward one thing, I knew that. I tried to push it away, tried to forget about it, but when I saw you laying there, bandaged and alive, it just hit me. I loved that you were still there, I loved the relief that spread through me, I loved the happiness I felt when I saw you breathing, and, then, I just loved you. It built exactly like that. I was just listing the things, in my head, I adored about the moment in order to get away from the severity of it, and then it was just you. You, you, you, you.”

Y/n’s small smile graces his eyes and he moves closer to her, sitting with his legs folded on the bed and his hands over her thighs. The two of them breathe each other in before Y/n is shuffling closer to him. His arms immediately move from her legs to snake around her torso, folding open his legs and pulling her into him. She lays her shoulder against his chest, her head falling to the side to nuzzle in his neck as her legs spread in front of her, lying over his thigh. She plays with the hem of his hoodie as he kisses her temple, laying his head on top of hers.

“You know, I love you too.” She says into his neck. A warmth spreads through Lando, happiness buzzing all the way down to his toes at her confession.

It’s all he’s ever wanted to hear, “I had an inkling.”

She lightly smacks his stomach, giggling, “Don’t be a smart ass.”

Just as he’s about to rebuttal, his phone begins vibrating harshly in his back pocket. His arm reaches around to pull it out, Jon’s face illuminating the screen.

Y/n laughs, “Can I answer it?”

The idea makes him shine with pride, knowing Jon will be proud to hear Lando’s gotten his girl back. So, he plops the phone in her lap with a smile.

Clicking the green button, Y/n puts it on speaker.

“Lando? Did you get there okay? Have you spoken to her yet?” Jon’s rushed voice says quickly.

Y/n gives Lando a playful look before answering, “He got here okay.”

There’s a silence before Jon is cackling, “AHA! IS HE THERE?! LANDO, I TOLD YOU!”

The couple laughs at his antics, Lando moving closer to the speaker to say, “I’m here and I’m starting to think I should listen to you more.”

There’s shuffling on the other end of the phone before they hear Jon screaming to, what they assume is, the entire McLaren garage, “LANDO AND Y/N, GUYS!”

Again, silence, murmuring even, before the entire room erupts in cheers. Lando can hear it’s just his crew, the group of men knowing how much it stressed Lando out to have her mad at him, the reason she was, they didn’t know.

Y/n and Lando break into tears over their laughter at the men on the other end of the phone. It’s therapeutic to see her laughing in his arms again, a sight Lando didn’t think he would see again.

She’s leaning into him as the men continue to cheer, holding him as her body racks with laughter and all he can do is hold her closer, tighter.

He holds her like she’ll leave him again if he lets go, a thought he knows is so preposterous. Because she’s got her eyes closed, blissed out in his presence and he can see the lines of tension wither away.

She’s safe with him, she shows that through the way she hugs him and softly kisses the side of his neck when he ends the call.

When the noise stops and quietness envelopes them, the couple is left with just each other. He lays them down, her body relaxing into him as she murmurs how much sleep she’s lost over their dispute.

He whispers back, “Go to sleep, then, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He watches her eyes flutter close, her head falling further into the crook of his neck when she crosses the line between consciousness and unconsciousness.

Lando’s not tired, however, only laying down with her because he’s not ready to let her go yet. His eyes wander around her childhood room, pictures of a toddler Y/n winning karting races and different championships. Her toothy grin is a charming sight, a look she hasn’t lost in the years of her growth since then.

After inspecting and finding nothing, but more things to love about her, Lando’s eyes avert back to her sleeping form. He brushes the hair out of her face lightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before whispering against it, “At first, you weren’t what I wanted, but I absolutely need you now.”

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[ackerpretty]

Pervert Armin x black reader

MDNI & AGELESS BLOGS

Warnings: uhh EXTREME horniness and no self respect?

A/N: Y’all.. I barley proofread my shit so in sorry if there’s 500 typos and I just came outta writers retirement so I ask that y’all cut me some SLACK😭I’m done yapping now

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Armin knew he was going to be obsessed with you since the day you walked into the classroom. With your pretty brown gloss-covered lips and braids hanging hanging down to your ass. Your vanilla scent made all of the blood rush to his head…and dick. He had to have you all to himself. He wanted to take you back to him dorm and keep you there as his little pet. No one else would be able to see you on your knees like a puppy, tongue hanging out of your mouth and waiting for his next command. Maybe he’d tie you to his bed and stuff his shirt in your mouth so the whole residence hall won’t hear your screams (not that he’d care) . He was interrupted by his pervert thoughts when you approached him. “You Armin? I think were partners” of course y’all were partners. Armin made sure of that by rigging the professor’s spreadsheet. No, he simply refused to work with someone other than his pretty future wife. He talking bout some “Yeah! Let’s work at my dorm” knowing damn well y’all won’t be doing shit. He won’t make his princess do any work, he can bullshit this easy ass project as long as he can buy his face in your pussy for hours.

After 3 project sessions he had you wrapped around his finger….Literally. His two long slender fingers curled up into your pussy and tongue lapping up your brown-pinkish folds simultaneously.“Armin slow down please….I can’t” Amin simply ignored your ass, even flicking his tongue and a faster rate your sucking your clit until it was attached to his mouth. “just need to make you mine….wanna make my girl feel good” Your back arched off the bed as yours thighs shook around Armin’s head. Just when you were sure that you was finna squirt all over his, Armin stopped and flipped you over. “Want you to cum with my dick” This was the main event that Armin had fantasized. He opened up the little draw next to his bed and grabbed a baby blue ribbon to tie your hands behind your back with, and some vanilla coconut oil, your signature scent. That boy could not wait to oil up that ass, all for him. He slowly rubbed his hands all over your smooth brown skin, down to the back of your thighs. Armin squirts some oil of his hand, stroking his already hard dick. Without warning he slides into your pussy, almost nutting immediately after feeling your warmness. The small dorm was filled with sounds of your muffled moans and slapping sounds from Armin’s thighs against yours. “S’ the only dick you’ll ever need” He sneers through his teeth as his pace quickens and his grip on your hips create indents in your skin. Armin watched your arms struggle against the ribbon restraints and he took this opportunity to grab your arms and hold them behind your back while he fucked into your pussy.

Your breathing was becoming ragged and your walls began to spasm and clench around his dick. “Min im about to cum..ughh shit” He suddenly slows down his pace, making you whimper from the lack of speed. He grabs you by the throat, giving it a light squeeze. “Say you love me first…tell me your gonna be a good bitch for me” Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and your mouth is hanging open, and that brain is struggling to put one word together. “Say it or you get nothing” he slowly starts fucking into you faster, hand still wrapped around your throat, trying to make you break “Love you min..m’ur bitch” Your whole body begins to shake as you cream all over his dick . When you’re done he pulled out made sure to cum all over your face, globs of white sticking to your cheeks, nose, and forehead. “my good girl, baby” he says as his fingers stroked your cum covered face. After y’all get all cleaned up, he gently placed you in his bed where you knocked out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Armin couldn’t help but to admire your unconscious body, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed. Yeah, you ain’t ever leaving his room.

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[malusmagpie]

Dueling Fates.

Pairing: Anakin x Jedi!Fem Reader

Summary: Anakin really, really wants to win for once.

Warnings: 18+ definitely smut. Minors DNI or I’ll find you and bite you. Hatefucking (?), reader gets dominated, vulnerability, name calling, restraint, hair pulling, neck kisses, biting, honestly the works.

A/N: This is my first smut in years and i got a bit carried away with the lead up cuz im a sl*t for tension and foreplay and i had to cut it short but i’m pretty proud of this for my first time back. I’m sorry if i made any mistakes, i proofread but mistakes happen! Thanks for reading <3 Enjoy filthy Anakin.

Word count: 3.1K (I know it’s long I got excited.)

Anakin wasn’t a sore loser, not by his definition at least. He just knew he could do better. That’s why when he lost against you again in a sparring session something began to boil his blood. He stood up and stared at you for a moment, you knew what that look meant.

“Again.” He spoke sternly, not at all to your surprise. His lightsaber was still ignited and held in front of him with shaking, frustrated hands. His eyes were glazed over as if possessed by the idea of winning. This had been your third session together and prior to you two partnering up you had been training for 4 hours.

“I’ve been at this for hours I would much rather go eat than tend to your bruised ego, Skywalker.” You put your lightsaber in its rightful spot on your hip and looked up at him with your arms crossed.

It was true that Anakin rarely lost but almost every time he did, it was to you. If you had a scoreboard to keep track, it wouldn’t look good for him. You were older by two years and therefore had more experience. Not by much, but enough to make a difference. He was strong, big, and extremely quick with his reflexes but you were small, agile, and had levels of pattern recognition too high for him to catch you off guard. All his best traits came to your advantage and he hated it.

“Cut the bullshit. I know you’ve got one more in you.” He spoke, his eyes looked your tired frame up and down. You didn’t, in fact, have one more in you but you still agreed. Your legs were hurting in places you didn’t think they could and your arms were burning so badly they might as well have been dipped in lava.

“Fine.” You muttered as you neared him, taking your spot across from him at the training ring. You readied your lightsaber and the sound of it igniting filled your ears. His expressions were small, almost unnoticeable, but you could see how riled up he was in the small movements of his lip twitching and his eyes flickering from you to your lightsaber. You knew your mind wasn’t in it, your Master would have sent you to bed at the sight of you and you knew Obi-Wan wouldn’t encourage Anakin in the state he was in, as well.

A hint of something flashed across his face when you agreed and that settled the feeling you had, this would not be an easy one. The rivalry you two had was nothing more than friendly competition in the eyes of most but truth be told you were both too similar and stubborn, and it really did feel like you were truly enemies sometimes.

“Any day now, Y/L/N.” He spoke in that cocky tone that made you want to slash his head clean off his neck. You tightened your grip and swung first, the sound of your lightsabers clashing echoed through the large, now empty room. This was the best way to do it, offensive to start, swinging so he had the confidence that he could block your blows. Then when you began to feel even the slightest bit of exhaustion you’d play the defense, which was your specialty, until he spent himself. The rest? Too easy.

Your legs, while in pain, moved quickly. You dodged and rolled away from him multiple times. You enjoyed the feeling of him having to come to you, in the same way a dog owner experiences contentment when their dog obeys their commands.

You didn’t know what happened. You didn’t even know how it happened in the moment. He swung directly down your middle and you blocked him, pushing him back with a grunt. The noise he made in response was almost animalistic. It shocked you for just a fraction of a second but he swung and your block was delayed. He didn’t expect it and neither did you so when the swing connected to your leg you both froze. His reaction time, bless the Maker for it, was quick enough for him to stop before he melted your leg clean off but not quick enough to prevent it from grazing you.

You staggered back, retracting your lightsaber. Not a word left either of your mouths for a few seconds, though it felt more like a lifetime. The adrenaline was helping you feel less of the pain but it wasn’t fixing much.

“I didn’t think you’d connect.” You said through gritted teeth as your face contorted in pain. You dropped down on your ass to inspect the wound. “I didn’t think you’d fail to block.” He muttered as he rushed over to lean down next to you.

“I’ll get to a medic. Just leave me alone.” You nearly seethed at him. “I knew you weren’t the nicest sparring partner but I didn’t know you played dirty when you’re mad.” You pushed yourself off the ground, your injured leg bent at the knee as you hopped toward the exit of the training room.

Anakin narrowed his eyes as he walked next to you, not bothering to help due to your comment. “I don’t play dirty. Watch that loud mouth. It’ll be the reason you eat through a straw one day.” His hands were folded behind his back as he watched you struggle to get up the steps to get back into the temple.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and held on to the railing for dear life as you hopped up each step. You felt an arm slide across your back and under your armpit.

“I’ll show you dirty if you keep this up.” He muttered, it was barely audible but you heard it and decided the pain in your leg was far more important than his incessant rambling.

“Don’t touch me.” You seethed but you made no attempt to move away from him. He looked down at you and you got the reply of sweet silence. For once, he chose not to respond.

“The medical bay is in the opposite direction-“ You started. “No. It’s just a surface scratch. I can clean it out for you and avoid us both getting in trouble for training after hours when we should have been eating.” He said sternly and a laugh escaped your mouth followed by a short wince.

“You mean avoid yourself getting in trouble. I wouldn’t get in shit over this. You challenged me and hurt me.” You responded. He shook his head and continued walking over to the dormitories. You recognized the hallway he was walking down to be the boys sector. You decided to bite your tongue for the time being. The wound, while not dangerous, was painful and you wanted to save your energy for something more worth while.

He opened the door to his room and placed you down on the small chair by his desk before turning to close the door. He walked away from you to find medical supplies while you inspected the wound and poked the skin around it, wincing in pain.

“Do you enjoy hurting yourself or something?” He muttered as he returned to see you poking away at your sensitive skin. You dropped your hand and looked up at him, your eyes followed him as he kneeled in front of you. You’d rather die than admit it but he did look good on his knees. Again, you stuck with the cold shoulder response, it was easier when you didn’t argue with him. You averted your gaze fairly quickly when he looked up at you for a moment. You didn’t even feel his hands on your hips until he spoke.

“Up.” His hands rested on the waistband of your pants and you cocked an eyebrow. “No funny business.” You muttered as you raised your hips to allow him to get the pants off and have better access to your thigh.

“Only in your dreams.” He spoke with a level of confidence that made you want to scream and rip his hair out of his head, but still, you stayed fairly silent.

He cleaned and dressed your wound, his touch was softer than you’d expected apart from the moments you would flinch and he’d use a bit of strength to hold your leg in place. “You’re gonna need new pants.” He said, his face was close enough to your skin that you felt the air leave his mouth as he spoke and it immediately created goosebumps on your legs. It was clear he noticed it because he did it again. “What? Is it cold in here?” His low voice sent vibrations to your leg and they flared up in little bumps again. His eyes trailed up your leg and the rest of your body until they finally rested on your own eyes. There was a look in his eyes that you had never been able to pin point and he had it often when he’d speak to you.

“Give me my stuff. I think we’re done now.” You said with a look of annoyance blanketing your expression. He followed promptly with a ‘tsk’ and his low voice, almost a growl, spoke again. “I don’t think we are.” His grip on your thigh squeezed gently and you tried snapping your legs shut only to be met by the barrier of his stupid head.

“What’s your deal, Skywalker?” You ask, your eyes boring holes into his own. You never made a single effort to move away, something about him was entrancing. His thumbs traced circles on your inner thigh by your hips and your legs twitched. You could feel your heart in your throat as he stared you down with the same intensity at you. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips when he felt you get nervous.

“What’s yours?” He mused as his hands travelled up to your waist and he pulled you down from the chair to sit on his lap where he was kneeling on the floor. A soft gasp escaped your lips and you felt a hand push on the back of your neck. Your foreheads were touching now and it felt like all the oxygen in the room had some how disappeared. Your hands instinctively rested on his chest as you straddled him.

Your mind was moving too quickly for you to say anything and before you knew it you felt his lips press against yours. His hand moved from its place on your neck to bunch up your hair and he held it in a tight grip causing a gasp to leave your mouth again.

‘I’ll show you dirty.’ His words from earlier rang in your head and you felt yourself shiver. He pulled away from you and laid you down on the cold, hard floor.

“Anakin-“ You started and he climbed over top of you, caging you in with his arms. “Years. I’ve spent years resenting you for the way you make me feel. Years watching you strut about and walk around with the confidence of thinking you’re better than I am. I hate how you speak to me and I hate the way you act.” He spoke, his eyes never left yours and your eyebrows furrowed.

“If you hate me so much why are you on top of me?” You found enough air to finally say something, your words came out shaky and breathless. “There’s one thing I can do to make myself feel better than you.” Anakin’s head dipped toward your neck as he spoke, he licked a stripe up from the base of your neck to the bottom of your ear before biting on your earlobe.

Your body quivered again and he smiled against your ear when a yelp left your mouth at the feeling of teeth biting down. “I can make you look pathetic and desperate. Just like you look right now.” He whispered again, your cheeks reddened and a small whimper left your mouth as he bit down on your neck, leaving small kisses between each bite. You couldn’t speak, you could barely breathe but you liked it. Your hands reached around to tangle into his hair and you pulled him up to make eye contact with you before pushing your lips against his in a desperate manner, open mouths collided as his tongue slipped into yours. After all the years spent being at each others throat when this is what you’d always wanted, you didn’t hesitate to push it to where you needed it to go.

Your hands fumbled with his utility belt and he smiled before lifting a single arm from beside your head to undo it in a moments notice. He sat back on his heels and pulled your belt off, your robe and tunic promptly followed. Your bare skin shivered as you laid back on the tile floor in his room and he smiled down at you. “Too pretty for your own good.” He mumbled as he pulled your underwear from your body leaving you completely vulnerable while he was still clothed. Your hands went for his robe and he pinned them down above your head, his hair flopped over his forehead in a way that made him look absolutely delectable.

He shook his head and another ‘tsk’ followed before he ducked down and placed his mouth right on your nipple that had hardened from the cold floor and excitement. A moan escaped your mouth and you bit down on your lip to stifle it. His eyes flickered open and he looked directly into your own, eye contact was definitely something he enjoyed. His free hand grasped at your chin and his thumb pulled your lip from between your teeth. “Try and hide how good you feel again and you’ll regret it.” His voice was stern and it made your head spin. You nodded.

“Use your words.” He said again and your back arched a little as his mouth returned to your nipple. “Y-yes, Anakin.” Your breathless words came out almost unintelligible. “Louder.” He said and grazed his teeth over your hardened bud. “Yes, Anakin.” You said louder as the shock of the feeling engulfed you. He smiled against you and returned to his position of hovering above you.

His hand trailed down your body agonizingly slowly, stopping right where your pussy was. His fingers traced the outside and you squirmed beneath him. “Please..” You whispered and his eyes darted back to yours. “Please what?” He spoke with his fingers still tormenting you, dancing around where you needed them the most. “Please, Anakin.” You whimpered and he smiled. “So fucking pretty when you say my name.” His mused, his voice almost came out as a low hum as his fingers finally slid up and down between your folds, picking up the juices that had collected. He pushed his lubricated fingers against your swollen clit and started to rub small, slow, circles against it. Your entire body jerked and he let go of your hands to press your hips down, your tailbone pushed against the tile and you winced causing your eyes to squeeze shut. You felt his fingers stop and instead felt a hand push your cheeks together causing your eyes to snap open, the smell of your pussy wafted toward your nose and a moan escaped your lips.

“Look at me. Don’t close your fucking eyes.” Anakin said, pushing your face to the side and letting go. His hand reached back down between your legs and he slipped two fingers into you. A yelp escaped you as he began to slide in and out, curling his fingers upward. Your eyes didn’t dare leave his as he continued to graze against the top wall. Your legs squeezed and his body kept them from closing. “Open those legs.” He seethed and removed his other hand from holding you down to push your leg back down before returning to its spot on your hips. You pulled your legs apart and he continued to stare into your eyes. He ducked down and his tongue pushed against your clit as he fingered you.

“Y-yes.. Please..” You moaned as he began to flick his tongue against the nerve endings. He still hadn’t broken eye contact and you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, your legs began to shake as well. His mouth moved away from you but his hand continued to defile your hole. “You cum when I say so, you desperate, needy girl.” He spat and slowly returned to licking away at your clit. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched loudly in your throat. Your cheeks and ears burned at the words that fell through his lips.

“Yes, Anakin.” You said through your moans. You began clenching your pussy to hold back but that made the feelings even more amplified. Your breathing began to get heavier and heavier as you tried to take your mind somewhere else to keep yourself from going against his words but it was nearly impossible when you were forced to stare directly at him. He went on for what felt like an eternity before whispering against you. “Now.” He said and the vibrations of his voice made your entire body convulse as you let yourself go. You whimpered and squirmed while he held you in place. The knot in your stomach unraveled and warmth spread through your whole body, you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as you whimpered his name like it was the only word you knew. He pulled his fingers out and used your robe to wipe them off, his mouth followed shortly. He threw your clothes back at you and stood up.

“You can go now.” He said with a hint of a triumphant smile gracing his features. You sat up and immediately began to put the clothes back on, suddenly feeling far too vulnerable for your liking. When you stood up he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you toward him as he stared down at you with a firm grip on your bicep.

“Watch that wound and come back tomorrow.” He said with a voice that would have made any innocent bystander believe that nothing had happened in the last ten minutes. He placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on your head and his free hand moved your hair from your face.

You simply nodded and mumbled a quick, “Yes, Anakin.” before ducking out of his room and speed walking back to your own quarters, praying nobody saw you and suspected anything. You knew exactly how proud and cocky he looked as you left, you didn’t even need to look back at him. You felt like the dog obeying commands now and you really liked it, too.

PART TWO HERE YA NASTIES

@likeavillian24

[11riize]

lee jeonghyeon smut🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Warning ⚠️ : roommates fucking, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, M4F, pet names(princess,doll), size difference, filth, make out session, rough sex, strongM, kind of pervert leejeon, lmk if i forgot anything else!!

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Part 2

It’s a regular day. Sitting at home just as usual, scrolling on your phone. You were the only person in the apartment since your roommate was busy on his errands. But you couldn’t complain because he was a serious prick. Always making fun of you and other things you could care less about. But the real problem was when he had friends over. They were noisy and arrogant just as he was. But the rent was really good for such a nice place, so you decided to stay there.

After what felt like ages of scrolling the said man walks through the door with groceries in hand. He walks past you as if your not there and goes straight to the kitchen . “Be a doll and come help me.” You here a voice call. Considering how he was kind enough to buy food you decided to help, stepping into the kitchen and putting things away. You needed to put a cereal box on the top shelf in a cabinet but couldn’t reach. Just as you were about to give up you feel a taller frame press against your smaller one, and a larger hand go over yours to put the cereal away.

In a panic you immediately turn around and look up at him, only to see his classic little smirk he does when he knows he got under your skin. “What the hell Lee..” you say and then avert your gaze. Knowing that he’s being a smug little brat and trying his little Fuck boy advances on you, of course you don’t want to feed into his bullshit. “What? What’s the matter L/N” he said, still taunting you. Gosh, as much as you hate to admit it.. he looks really hot right now.

Dark, messy hair yet sexy. Lightly tanned skin from being in the sun. Gosh, the black t-shirt that showed off his yummy biceps, and along his arms trace those veins all the way to his long slender hands that look perfect for what you were missing. His beautiful eyes that were fixated upon your face, holding emotions that you’d never know. “Gosh, has he always look this good?” You thought to yourself but was quickly caught off guard by his low voice snapping you back into reality. “How long are you gonna stare at what you can’t have?” Is what he said. Who the hell does he think he is? “What?” You respond a little annoyed at his ego. “You heard me cute stuff.” He said turning around to go to the fridge. Man, why was he such a dick. But a good looking one.

Not long after you two put the groceries away, you made the two of you some ramen. You put the bowls and take his to his door, sitting it on the floor and giving the door a good knock to alert him. “Thank you” you here the male call out. “Whatever.” You retort and make your way to your room. Man that ramen was amazing. You take the bowl to the kitchen and make your return to your room. And take a little nap

11:44pm

You wake up to a weird sound. You take a look around you dark room and spot nothing out of the ordinary. That being said you stand up and make your way to the hallway where the sounds are louder. And then coming from… jeonghyeons room?! But it sounds like he’s in pain.. “should I check on him?” You think to yourself. You stand there for a few and decide that you should go check it out. You see a small amount of light coming from his room, meaning the door was cracked. So you gather up your courage and push the door open just to reveal a sweaty jeonghyeon stroking his cock with his head thrown back. “What the hell. What do I do ?!” You screamed in your head as your eyes went large. He lifts his head and stops his movements as it settles down in his head that you just walked in on him “are you gonna stay for the show?” He ask as he continues back to his activities “I-im so sorry!!” You say but are unable to move “that’s fine.. wanna come help me?” He says, smirking at you like always. But how can you turn him down?

It’s impossible right? Well your right. So, you make you way to him while he strokes his cock watching you movements. You stop in front of him and sit on your knees, starting to feel embarrassed. You the look up at him waiting for an response. Sensing that he tells you to open your mouth so you follow. His mushroom shaped tip pushes its way past your plump lips. Soon enough it touches the back of your throat so you pull away and lower you head back down and look up at him to see how he’s responding to your ministrations. His eyes are closed and eyebrows knitted together. You swirl your tongue around the glands the down his shaft, earning a grunt from him . Not long after he grabbed you hair, pushing your head down his cock and the a warm liquid filling your mouth and senses. You pull away and swallow, a small cough coming from you.

The man stands up and lifts you to your feet. You look at him with curiosity. He leads you to his bed, where he throws you in the center of. He go on top of you and looks you in the eye briefly before devouring your lips with his own. He bit your bottom lip gently, requesting access to you so you obliged. Exploring each other with excitement and anticipation for one another. The kiss was sensual and lustful. Hot and steamy. He tugged on your shirt, requesting it off, so you sat up and discarded the clothing including your bra. His large hands leaving your waist to now play with your tits, lowering his head to suck on you left nippy. Not forgetting to show the other some affection he tends to both of them. Lowering his kisses until he reaches your underwear. He lifts his head, looking at you. You give him a nod of confirmation and that’s all it takes for him to pull them off and get to work. The feeling of warmth all over you lower half, sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of euphoria as his tongue explores your most sensitive spotes, gently sucking and licking your bud. His long slinder middle finger finds its way to you hole, rubbing teasing circles around it and gently dipping into it. “Fuck” you grunt out, hearing a giggle from the man before feeling his finger push its way into your gummy walls, earning a louder whimper. He promptly gives you a few thrust before adding his index finger earning a strained series of a lewd moans before quickening his pace. It doesn’t take home long enough to find a weak spot and curl his fingers there while his tongue is working on your bundle of nerves. The feeling of ecstasy engulfs you but right before the wave hits fully he pulls away, chin glistening with your juices that he wipes away with the back of his hand. He leans in to kiss you to which you quickly respond to. The kiss was much more lustful now, more desire for one another and the burning fame of passion to be one. “You want this as much as me right?” He asked through the kiss. “Mhm” you hum back “words princess” he says pulling away just a little while waiting for your voice. “I wanna do it lee” you say softly. He smiles then aligns his cock with your hole, tip sliding in with ease considering how wet your cunt is. Bottoming out completely earning a loud whimper out of you. Halting his movements to let you adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long for you to get impatient “please..” you say out of eagerness for him to fill you up. Upon hearing that he delivers a series of shallow thrust to make sure you can handle him. Hearing your moans he takes that as a sign to start. Movements becoming faster and harder over time, the room stuffy from the two of you being horny fucks, and the melody of your moans and whimpers mixed with skin slapping and his own grunting and moans.

The feeling of him pounding your cunt is sending you closer to an orgasm, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you to oblivion. On the other hand he’s getting harder instead of relieving himself. The way you pussy sucks him in and tightens with every move of his cock, or the way your crying and moaning because of how good he’s fucking you. Or maybe because he’s always had little fantasies about you.. his cute little roomie. Interesting.

His cock hitting your gspot sending pleasure waves through your body pushing you to the edge. “gonna cum for me baby?” He breathed out, grip tightening on your thigh. “Mhm. So close.” You respond, orgasm approaching closer. “Cum for me then..” and that’s all it takes. Body shaking while he holds your hands, chasing his high now,His thrust becomes more frantic and strong, overstimulation occupies your senses meanwhile he’s chasing his orgasm, and with a few thrust he cums deep in your cunt, letting out a string of grunts and panting noises.

After you both calm down he pulls out and watches his cum ooze out of your hole. He reaches for tissue on the nightstand to clean you both up. “Are you ok?” He asked with his shit eating smirk on his face. “I’m fine..” you replied rolling your eyes while speaking with a huff. After you both a clean he goes to get you a shirt from his dresser and lays next to you in just his boxers. Drowsiness starts settling in as you lay next to the pretty man and you fall into a slumber. He pulls you close and falls fast asleep while keeping you near.

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⎯⎯ ୨ Sick Days ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

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now isn't this such an interesting plot? hehe,, something short to keep the creative juices flowing plus i think it's funny how unhinged my zandik interpretation is... have a great day/night!! OH AND IM BEGGING FOR PANTALONE, WANDERER, ALHAITHAM AND DOTTORE REQUESTS HEHEHE, also this got out of hand...

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, mentions of experiments, arguing, choking but not really?

It wasn't often that you'd get sick ever since you got together with Dottore. Your immune system has gotten better throughout the years, all because of the medicines and special treatments Dottore has put you through. Of course, these were only for you, and everything he has done only benefited you. He never dared to hurt you on purpose, only wishing to keep you healthy, safe, and sound.

So whenever you get sick, usually once every year, he'd be the one keeping an eye on you. Not a segment, no, screw everything else! He will take care of you and he will not give a damn about the Fatui until you've fully recovered. You always tease him for this, cooing at how sweet he is, which ultimately pisses him off and leads him to give you the most bitter concoctions he could ever make. You should be honored that Dottore himself is taking care of you (not like you had any say about it, he will get upset if you don't let him nurse you back to health).

With a cold, wet piece of cloth on your forehead, sniffling lightly as you struggled to breathe due to your clogged nose, you couldn't help but reminisce when your eyes wandered over Dottore's back. At the moment, he's taking notes of your vitals and overall health for the past few months, making sure nothing else was amiss. "Hehe, this reminds me of those times..." You rasped from your bed, snuggling more into your blankets as you closed your sore eyes. The sounds of Dottore's clothes shifting and the click of his heels indicated he was walking towards you, then the silent screech of the wooden chair told you that he had taken a seat next to your bed.

Even without opening your eyes, you could see the huge scowl on his face. How could he not? After all, he was an absolute mess when he got sick.

"Zandik, I swear to Celestia I will strap you down on one of your operation tables if you don't stay on your bed and let yourself recover in the normal way!"

"I can make my own damn medicine, why do I have to drink those ones you've bought at the market!? Have you no faith in my medicinal expertise!?"

"YES. I DON'T, BECAUSE YOU'VE POISONED YOURSELF 3 TIMES ALREADY. GET YOUR ASS BACK TO YOUR BED."

From early in the morning, to late at night, your neighbors always send noise complaints to the house you're currently renting while you studied at the Akademiya whenever Zandik was sick. Which was pretty often! With his ungodly sleep schedule, nonexistent breaks, and endless business, you wonder if his specialty as a doctor was only a bullshit thing he made up because he's always driving himself to death with his research. Oh, and he forgets to eat at least 2 meals a day.

And with him being sick, you're splurging extra mora to buy food from restaurants and taking them back home because you couldn't cook for shit. Zandik was the cook of your shared home; he even gives you death threats when you step into his 'territory' (the kitchen).

He's seriously the end of you. You don't understand why you even put up with it.

After physically wrestling Zandik back to his bed, hiding his damned scrolls and files about his research out of his reach and locked inside your drawers, you can finally put a wet piece of cloth back onto his forehead, watching him shiver at its coldness. Heaving a small sigh of relief, you unbuttoned his messy dress shirt and began wiping his body with another wet cloth with Zandik's hands gripping your wrist but still allowing you to rub all over his warm chest. It seemed to be a tad effective, his tense muscles slowly relaxing under your touch and his furrowed brows finally straightened, the back of his head falling onto the pillow.

"Fuck's sake Zandik," You muttered under your breath when his breathing grew heavy, struggling to breathe through his clogged nose. Taking out an ointment that you've been working on for the past few days, you sneaked your hand under his sweaty head to lift it up lightly, letting him sniff the ointment and biting your bottom lip, hoping that it was effective. And it proved to be a success when his breathing slowly smoothened, cheering internally. "Good, it worked." You shook your head in disbelief as you began rubbing the ointment on his shoulders, all the way down to his chest, trying to alleviate the ache in his body by massaging him. "Can't believe the ointment worked considering I only picked up medicine ever since you came into my life."

As expected, Zandik groaned at the returning warmth on his chest, shooting you an accusing glare but you only pressed your hands a little harder against his shoulders, rubbing with careful motions. Before Zandik could open his mouth, you quickly explained the ointment you made. "It's made out of a bunch of cough suppressants, topical analgesics, and some essential oils. Not a cure for any illness, but it helps relieve muscle pain and its vapors can help clear your breathing." You say each word slowly, letting his hazy mind catch up with your explanation. "Feeling any better?"

Zandik let out a grunt, baring his teeth at you, before silently admitting that he was feeling much better than before. "... My muscles don't ache anymore and my nose isn't clogged." Then he scowled again, eyeing the small container of ointment in your hands. "I'm not fond of its strong smell and warmth."

"Well, that's kinda the main thing about it."

Zandik rolled his eyes, shuffling on the bed and trying to sit up, only to be flicked on the forehead by you and laid back down. "Then I ought to make a better ointment than yours." He swatted your hand away, and you could he just became more aggravated. "What's the point if it's not a cure? Just because it made me feel better doesn't mean you're better than me."

His words definitely shocked you. And enraged you. So much so that you've accidentally dropped the basin full of water, where you've been dripping the piece of cloth, down to the floor. Zandik's eyes snapped to yours and he saw, for the first time, the way your eyes so viciously glared at him, mouth curled into a deep frown. "Well, excuse me for making an ointment only for you because I was concerned about your well-being because when you're sick, it's 10 times worse since you don't give 2 shits about yourself." You started, and Zandik wanted to argue but you kept going, shutting him up when he felt your hand wrap around his neck, squeezing the sides of his neck, but not entirely choking him. This caught him off guard, eyes widening at your growing rage. "I know you're bound to make some discovery that can make you immune to most illnesses, that's how good I think you are. But by the time you'll reach it, you'd be dead because you refuse to acknowledge that your body is deteriorating from your lack of care! And I have to care in your stead!"

Zandik struggled to speak with how tight your hand was wrapped around his neck, but he managed to muster out a whisper. "Then why do you care?" If he's such a burden to you, why even go as far as wasting your time on him? Your concerns and worries when he clearly inconveniences you. He knew that you've been missing classes and your due dates for your projects just to help him get through his fever and make that ointment, but he doesn't get why.

That seemed to anger you even more, but now it paired with glistening tears in your eyes as you grabbed his unbuttoned collar, hands shaking. Zandik couldn't tell if it was from your fury or something else. "Because I love you, damn it! I care about you because ever since you barged into my life, I started falling for your stupid antics and got invested in your research!" Zandik seemed stunned at your confession, his hands slowly making their way onto your wrists. "I started caring when you suddenly promised that you'd make me immortal alongside you! When you'd cook for me every damn day because I'd go broke or starve to death if you don't... A blind person could say you care about me as much as I care about you, so I made this stupid fucking alternative medicine to make this easier for you!"

You let go of his collar, letting him fall onto his back which made his head spin. His head pounded painfully from the massive headache he got from your yelling and manhandling, but could barely care, only keeping his eyes on you, conflicted. Throwing the small container of ointment to the ground, you picked up the fallen basin and walked out of his room. With one last glance back at him, you cursed under your breath before saying; "Don't get up and sleep, Zandik." Then you shut the door with a slam, leaving him all alone in his room.

For the next few days, you noticed that he'd grown more compliant to your demands, only reduced to grumbling against your wishes but still obeying nonetheless. You could only assume that the words you've said to him that night affected him, seeing that he's even willingly putting with your ointment's strong smell. In no time, he's back to his normal self, no longer sick and back to conducting his research, but trying his best to be a little healthier. At least now he's eating more than he usually did, and the bags under his eyes have lessened.

You were extremely relieved, and after a few days of his recovery, you finally decided to stir problems back into the house with a big smirk on your lips. "Glad you're taking yourself now, Zandik." You commented one morning, catching a glimpse of him drinking coffee on the kitchen counter whilst you washed the dishes. All you got from him was a grunt as a reply, but that was enough for you. "Though, I didn't think you'd actually believe me when I told you I loved you." You heard writing pause while you kept your head turned back from him, already imagining the expression on his face. "I guess you can say my acting was pretty convincing, wasn't it?" But it truly wasn't acting, you did love Zandik, and in the heat of the moment, your emotions caught up to you last night. It wasn't intentional, your confession, but it was your true feelings. You just didn't want him to take it seriously at the time being since you were still unsure if it was mutual. You have no idea going through his head most of the time.

Not uttering a single word, he threw his cup of coffee at the wall, right next to your head. Without sparing a single moment, you ran toward the doorway, catching sight of his seething form with a laugh escaping your lips. You'll say it was a joke for now, something you had said to convince him to let you care for him. It wasn't that bad either, since he'd begun sleeping and eating more out of spite, just so you wouldn't be the one taking care of him if he ever gets sick again.

"I'm sorry for lying to you, dear." With a chuckle, you leaned into his touch as he caresses your warm cheek. In his hand was a small container of the ointment you created just for him all those years ago. Contrary to his displeasure, you quite liked the strong smell of the ointment. "But I really did love you at that point in our relationship."

Dottore pushed back the hairs that stuck on your forehead due to your sweat. He had a small frown tugging on his lips, "Was that necessary?" He sighed and shook his head at the memory, slipping off his gloves so he could put the ointment on your skin. You merely shrugged, but your smile remained. "Nope, but it did make you think about how you felt toward me, right?"

"I suppose so." He says, planting a kiss on your cheek.

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ok i was waiting until my laptop got here to finally tell all the bullshit thats happened in the last like. 5 months lol. cause its a lot to type

im gonna put it all under the cut so no one has to read if they dont want. its a LONG fucking story.

tl;dr:

ok so for basic background, for the last two years or so, i was living with a roommate in connecticut. the roommate was my (now former) best friend since middle school. in july of this year his behavior totally shifted, and he started picking fights with me out of nowhere, told our high school friends a bunch of straight up lies abt me to make me look like a horrible roommate & person, and just generally became a two-faced dickhead. in the end, it turned out to all be excuses to justify his decision to move out (unofficially, name was still on the lease) so that he could live with his boyfriends and not pay any bills. at the time i was really devastated by this bc i felt totally betrayed by this person i had been close to since i was 12/13, but frankly after everything else that happened i barely fucking think about it now LMAO. this is set dressing more than anything else

so anyway, i had been living alone since about august, that was the last time i saw him in person. i wasnt handling the situation well because i had spoken to my high school friend and found out the extent to which hed tried to paint me as a slovenly, horrible roommate, to the point of telling actual lies about really dumb stuff (which didnt work btw - my friends, god bless them, were more concerned about my mental health than anything and thought i was going down a depression spiral, which my former friend told them he was helping me through. they believed me right away once we finally did talk). all that is to say, i was going kind of crazy lol, and i decided to go back home in october just for a short while, to recharge my batteries and all.

i was gone for a couple of weeks, not very long. i felt MUCH better after being with my family & friends in person, as i felt pretty isolated from everyone (my hometown is in new york, i was only 2 hours away by train but scheduling times to visit was sort of a hassle, so i only did it once every couple months). my grandfather and mom dropped me off at my apartment in early november, we were very lighthearted and discussing my next steps, since my shithead friend had been behind on rent more than 5 times (i always paid my half on time) and i was facing eviction because of it. we get to my apartment, i go to open the door, and it wont open. not that its locked, it just straight up WONT open. my grandpa tried to ram the door with his shoulder, and nothing. hes a strong ass dude, and this door wouldnt budge for anything.

my mom managed to get the kitchen window open and climb in that way, and it took both her and my grandpa pulling/pushing at the same time to force the door open. i wont even dress this up: there was mold. fucking. everywhere. on the floor, on the walls, all over everything i owned. i have pictures (had to take them for insurance) and im not even going to show them because they are beyond fucking disgusting. everything i owned was soaked in water and mold, and i do literally mean EVERYTHING. it was very warm in there too, like the temperature of a swamp. i was in a haze after that. i just remember sobbing, like genuinely heartbroken sobbing, as i wandered around looking at everything that was ruined. my mom & grandpa had to go and get maintenance because i was just utterly useless, and they were equally horrified & said they'd never seen anything like it.

i managed to save some items that were irreplaceable (journals, notebooks, etc) and whatever clothes werent utterly soaked in mold. all of my cookware, my books, my laptop & desktop (i cried the hardest when i saw the desktop) - it was all ruined. we found out later that the water boiler in my apartment had a catastrophic failure while i was gone, which caused it to constantly send water back through the pipes, empty, and refill itself. my bedroom was directly above the boiler downstairs, so it got the most significant amount of damage. all told, i lost like 95% of the things i owned. it is possible that i could have saved more, but the amount of mold in that apartment made it a genuine safety hazard for me to even be in there, so i had very limited time to grab what i could. the cruelest irony of all that? my shithead ex-friend's room, which was on the other side of the hallway, was pretty much untouched. he lost absolutely nothing lol.

so immediately, i had to leave the state. i moved back to ny with my family. my mother - who had a stroke last year following a diagnosis of an exceedingly rare neurological disorder, AND had two separate brain surgeries to improve her quality of life - was in the process of getting evicted. the landlord didnt give a fuck about any of my moms situation, not her being disabled, not her being widowed, not her having 3 kids under the age of 18 to care for - he just wanted her out so he could increase the cost of rent on our house. at the same time as all this was going on, i got saddled with a $600 electric bill (likely caused by the water heater's malfunction), which neither insurance nor the apartment would pay, so it came out of my pocket. in addition, i found out in december that i was also getting laid off.

we had nowhere to go and couldnt afford to live anywhere in the tri-state area. we had no choice but to move somewhere much cheaper, and since my mom already had a friend living in a mid-atlantic state, we chose to move there. the eviction went through in january and we had less than 2 weeks to pack all our shit, find a place to live, and get the fuck out. needless to say, we were not successful lol.

we stayed in my grandparents 1 bedroom apartment for about a week, then all of us drove down together to stay with my moms friend in her 3 bedroom apartment (she has 5 kids, 3 of whom live in the apartment). my moms apartment, which was supposed to have been ready by january 31st, still had people actively living there. the property manager kept promising us it would be next week for the entire month of february, to the point that my mom got fed up and chose to rent a small house instead. the reality of being essentially homeless for that time was beyond horrifying, and having anywhere between 8-10 people in that house (my cousin also moved with us, but he stayed in a hotel for the first week) was more taxing than i can express.

but things have gotten a lot better since then. i also found a cute little house to rent just up the road from my moms, and its very cheap for its size. i still havent found a job yet, but thanks to what was essentially the liquidation of everything i owned, ill be ok for a couple months more. im slowly but surely repurchasing all the things i lost and trying to acclimate to the new environment. things are still not totally stable right now, but they are slowing down, and at this point thats all i can really ask for lol.

so yeah. if u were wondering why i suddenly stopped posting after literal years of posting every day, thats why LMAO

[jackharloww]

There’s No More Us

Jack had been working on new music at the studio when you saw the video on someone’s instastory.  He was sitting on the sofa next to a girl named Alexa; they were laughing together at something on her phone. You got angry as soon as you saw that stupid grin on his face. He knows how you feel about her; you’ve been very vocal about it. You weren’t the jealous type, and Jack had many girl friends. But there was something about her vibe you didn’t like. Not only the fact that he told you they slept with each other a few years ago, before he met you, but she was always flirting with him.  Jack, of course, just saw it as being friendly. It did not help that you two had been going through a rough patch these past few weeks, everything getting on your nerves. 

Just then, your phone rang, showing you that Jack was calling, perfect you thought. You answered, and his face showed up with a big stupid grin, laughing at something Urban said behind the phone.   

“Hey baby, what are you doing,” he said as soon as he saw that you had answered. 

“I could ask you the same,” you answered him with an attitude. 

“Woah, chill. I’m at the studio working,” he said, laughing a bit. 

“Mm, working or chilling,” you answered in a petty manner. When he noticed you were serious, he excused himself and found a quiet place.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” He asked gently 

“What’s up with me? Well, let’s see, I just saw my boyfriend cuddled up with the girl he continuously claims to be just a friend; you know how I feel about her” 

”Stop being over dramatic, it’s nothing, and you know it,” He sighed, making your blood boil. 

You couldn’t listen to him anymore, so you hung up. Jack continued to call, but you put the phone on DND and got up to shower. Jack had gotten home while you were in the shower and was now waiting for you in the kitchen. You got out of the shower and changed into a tracksuit before grabbing a glass of water. 

”Why did you hang up on me?” He asked gently. As soon as he saw you, you could tell he was angry.

“Well, hello to you too,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

“Cut the bullshit Y/N,” he said 

”What do you want,” you asked and walked past him to the sink.

“Why are you always picking a fight with me?” He was still speaking calmly to you, but his jaw was tense, and his lips were pressed together. 

“I’m not picking a fight; I’m just sick of this, of you not realizing what’s going on right in front of your eyes” you turned to look at him. Him saying that you’re doing this only to pick a fight with him made you frustrated. He nodded slowly, his tongue on the inside of his cheeks and his arms crossed, not saying anything. 

”I’ve told you multiple times she’s just a friend. Stop being so damn jealous,” he finally said; you put down the glass and started to walk away from the kitchen, not having the energy to deal with him. 

”Talk to me, dammit” He raised his voice, making you turn around to look at him

“I don’t know how you can be so fucking oblivious.” You spat back at him

“Y/N, she’s just a friend,” he articulates 

“A friend you used to fuck” you said. How could he not understand how this looked? Was he this stupid 

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, he picked up his phone and car keys and walked to the door. He didn’t go far before you started speaking, making him stop dead in his tracks. 

“You walk out of that door now, don’t bother coming back. If you walk out, there’s no more us.” You answered him, now speaking slowly with no emotions. He stood still for a few seconds before turning around to glance at you. You looked at him with a cold stare and could feel the growing lump in your throat. And just like that, he turned around and walked out. Leaving you to pick up the broken pieces of your heart.  

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a/n - be nice, this is my first angst🥺🫣 we all know im a fluffy guurl. Either way I hope you like it 😋❤️

[terraliensvent]

Ok civ's response is honestly kinda funny, I should've known only someone equally as delusional could go along with coy's bullshit all this time.

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As another unemployed artist the fact they think terra staff "ruined their income" when not only are they absolutely popular enough to make money off their art. They also have coy's audience backing them as well, so this claim is extremely laughable to me. Try having no audience at all and not having a community made up of big spenders from cs communities, then maybe we'll feel a little sympathy.

Or better yet maybe if you and coy contributed an ounce of effort beyond being greedy assholes you'd still be able to make money off the species. But no, clearly they never learn their fucking lesson because every single species they've made eventually gets ruined because of their insistence on running the species according to how much money they can make.

It's genuinely hilarious to me that they both actually think they're the victims in this situation because terra staff finally put their foots down and said they can't keep using the species for money. Go get a damn job if you're that desperate and stop taking advantage of the people who want to actually enjoy the species and especially stop causing issues for the terra staff team who are actually fucking trying despite all the bullshit they've had to go through because of you both.

I'm so tired of them and entitled greedy cs owners in general, I couldn't fathom being this self centered honestly it's sad.

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yeah i think im gonna call bullshit on this, lets do a little dissection here

" What they didn't mention was how they banned both coy and myself (even though I had nothing to do with the deletion of the pets/left the conversation civilly before that was discussed), "

even if civ had nothing to do with deleting the pets, i would argue terra staff made the right choice in banning them. what coy did is equivalent to vandalism and can cause further problems if there are issues with code and such. furthermore, wouldnt it make sense to ban civ as well if theyre closely associated and have the power on the account to do more vandalism? civ you werent doing shit for the species other than farting out adopts every week, youll live.

 "..refused to negotiate with us, did not include us in the original discussion about OUR OWN TERMS that were agreed on when we left ownership, and the new owner was unwilling to participate in the discussion originally."

i am SO curious to see what actually went on in staff chat. the conclusion im personally drawing here is that the original discussion occurred in a staff-only chat (somewhere where civ and coy wouldnt be because theyre NOT FUCKING STAFF) and then when the final agreement was reached, they came to civ and coy. maybe they could have gone differently about it but honestly, knwoing now that civ and coy have continually shut down any sort of discussion like this due to their greed (cough cough THIS whole debacle) im not surprised they wouldnt be asked for their two cents.

"Both sides have made mistakes; but the terra staff refused to acknowledge their dishonest and disrespectful actions that led up to this. Had they been willing to compromise and talk to us, this wouldn't have happened. "

again i am just not willing to believe this when civ and coy have a history of being shitty to staff (shall i bring back the receipts?), when cal(tycho) has a history of being a good owner even after the enormous shitshow of what you put him through, when, after you two finally fucked off, things are actually being MOVED FORWARD in the species (like trait guides, new items to allow lim traits, new site assets, all within a timeframe of like. two months. civ and coy had the species for over a fucking year and did nothing. just some food for thought)

like im not going to believe you unless you give adequate proof in the form of screenshots or something. but they probably wouldnt do that because it would most likely show current staff being totally reasonable and you two shitting your diapers over it.

"They silenced me and put their foot down, ruining my source of income as a disabled unemployed artist."

hmm lets crunch some numbers here

you have seven terra adopts that are on your most recent designs tab. presumably you are allowed to keep the money from that because it happened before everything went down

now a lot of these are pretty pricey, the first in the list is $300

however if you go through the rest of their recent designs its all little chibi stuff for around ~$20. that could be a defense for the "wah wah you stole my one source of income" if it werent for the fact these designs almost never go unsold, they have chibi slots open for $45, and they also have fucking isopups to ride the coattails off of. like you will be fine, you have many ways to make money off of your art as opposed to some 10 follower account. this is pop artist bitching at its finest.

and again, it is THEIR FAULT they dont have terra income anymore. how in the world is it fair for them to have more money opportunities than people actively working on the species just because they slapped their names on it.

finally lets do a funny little comment showcase!

people keep equating the old staff team to the new staff team. lets talk about bear, lets talk about kea, lets talk about fucking coy. thats the staff YOU employed, not the people trying to throw together the pieces. you want to again, absolve yourself of all responsibility acting like it wasnt YOUR FRIENDS that YOU picked for the staff team that was causing problems. bear literally caused the first downfall of the species (architechals) and YOUR staff are the ones who ran with it and decided to be petty and immature and make knockoffs. i swear to god this reminds me of people saying shit like "the economy was better under x president!" when the current president inherits the economy of the previous one

jesse please do everyone a favor and just shut up for once, you only care as long as you can profit off of the situation, your wording is so stupid i genuinely lost braincells. civ and coy absolutely do have the means to make money off their art, far more than other people, and the issue with the situation is that theyre making more money off the species than the people actually putting in work to maintain the fucking species, the agreement according to tycho would have STILL allowed them to make more than terra staff but they were too greedy and stupid to just shut up. and to make an ableism argument really just makes me want to bash my head into a wall. civ is not some poor discarded puppy "thrown out in the rain," they have the ability to make a lot more fucking money than most others can off of art, and not to mention they have the ability to use the fans of those they have connections with, like coy or even fucking kea

but in all seriousness, its SO fucking funny to me how theyre acting like civ and coy are some fucking marytrs for terraliens, like they were working sleepless nights to do the best they could each and every day hoping and praying they could make it!! please be fucking for real. again, that species did not even have TRAIT GUIDES for the full calendar year after it was created because civ and coy just didnt give enough of a fuck to do it. listen im gonna ride or die for new staff right now because there is TANGIBLE EVIDENCE of them actually going above and beyond anything ever done under civ and coy. compare #staff-wips from civ and coys reign to now. before, all you would see is adopts. thats it. nothing else just adopts. now, within the course of three months, new staff have come up with unique events, had lore writer, mod, and OA applications, released a new set of forageables THAT GIVE REWARDS, entirely revamped one of the forage areas with plans to do the rest, held the myo compensation event (a feat in and of itself), show CONTINUAL wips of shit actually important to the species (like new items), take in community input, and again, above all else, FINALLY put out trait guides. id say theyre doing fucking leagues more work than civ and coy ever did.

and this is just fucking laughable. ive already made all my arguments, you can see the types of people we are dealing with here. calling jealousy is absurd and downright hilarious

their fanbases need to wake tf up because these people love to victimize themselves and misconstrue shit all day long

[atlabeth]

tis the damn season part 4 - rafe cameron

part 3 | masterlist | part 5

a/n: okay so. first of all im so so SO sorry that it has literally been a year since the last part. i said it wasnt going to take a month for this to come out and i guess i was right because a year isn't a month lmao. it's not even christmas season anymore but i just could not stop thinking about this all of a sudden so here we are again. i hope you guys still want this lmao.

it was just really hard for me to get through the cameron family part, i love writing sarah but for some reason i just could not get a handle on ward and rose. not a surprise that yn and rafe meeting in the library was the part that i flew through

anyways enjoy. sorry for it being a year since the last part and it not being christmas anymore<3 im a great and responsible writer. also because it has been so long i completely understand if you dont want to be on the taglist anymore, so just lmk and ill take you off!

wc: 7k

warning(s): the dreaded parent dinner. rose and ward being judgmental and yn being insecure ya know the vibes. but also a lot of fluff too

“How drunk are you?” 

“Sober enough to get through this night,” Rafe said. “How high is your bullshit tolerance?” 

“High enough to get through this night,” you repeated, and he smiled. 

“Alright.” Rafe took a deep breath then nodded, and the two of you got out of his car. You handed him his keys and he, after putting them in his pocket, slipped his hand into yours as you started walking towards the house. The motion was starting to feel more natural than it should. “Rose’ll probably want my help setting up for dinner as an excuse to talk to me about you, but my dad will most likely be in his office until we’re done, so you don’t have to worry about another one-on-one thing.” 

“I can handle that,” you said. “It’ll be easier in front of the rest of your family. But before we go in—” you turned to look at him, a slightly teasing smile on your lips. “I think we should talk about all that stuff your friends said back there.”

Rafe sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry about that. I promise, they were just exaggerating to embarrass me.” 

“No, it’s fine,” you chuckled. “I like your friends; they were a lot different than I was expecting, but they were actually really cool. I just… well, I wanted to make sure it wouldn’t change anything with this.”

“No, no—” Rafe laughed a little as well and brushed it off with his hand. “Okay — all cards on the table, I did have a crush on you freshman year. But that was just freshman year, and now it’s gone! We’re— we’re just friends. I feel nothing for you anymore.” 

You gave him a look. “Nothing?” 

Rafe rolled his eyes playfully. “You know what I mean.” 

“Just teasing you,” you agreed with a smile. “But it’s good to know that there is absolutely nothing between us. I mean, you did promise not to fall in love with me.” 

Rafe nodded seriously. “Of course. And you promised not to fall in love with me, so you can’t falter either.” 

You placed your fist over your heart. “Hope to die.” 

He snorted a laugh and tugged on your hand to get you walking again. “You’re so lame.” 

“And you had a crush on me when I was even lamer,” you teased. But before you could do anymore, Rafe was saved by the bell as he opened the door and pulled you inside with a wink back at you. 

“Rose, we’re home!” he called as he shut the door behind you. You heard the clatter of silverware in the distance followed by clicking heels on the tiled floor, and soon enough a blonde woman with an unnaturally bright smile came around the corner.

Her eyes lit up when she saw you and she said your name. “You must be the girlfriend!”

You offered a smile of your own and nodded. “In the flesh. It’s so nice to— oh!“

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence as she pulled you into a hug, and Rafe just gave you a knowing smile in response to your widened eyes. 

“It‘s so nice to meet you too,” she gushed, and when she finally let go she kept her hands on your shoulders. “We’ve all tried to drill Rafe for information about you these past couple days, but he refused to open up — you can imagine how happy I am to finally get to meet ‘the girlfriend’.”

You laughed a bit at her mimed quotation, nodding along to her words. If only she knew how right she really was. 

“I feel the same about meeting you all.” To drive home the point you reached for Rafe’s hand, and without hesitation he took it. “Rafe and I are really happy together, so I thought— we thought that it would be a good time for this to happen.”

Rose grinned and as she started walking, the two of you followed her. “Well, it is an absolute pleasure to have you here for the holidays. I’m sure Rafe has hardly been able to hold himself back from showing you everything Kildare has to offer.”

“Uh, yeah,” he piped in. “We just went to the country club and met up with Kelce and Topper, and we took the scenic route back. You liked it, right?”

You nodded. “It was great. Everything here is, really — your house, the beaches, the nature, the Outer Banks as a whole, it’s all beautiful. I can’t believe this is my first time visiting.” 

Her eyebrows shot up as you all finally reached the kitchen, a mess of measuring cups, bowls, and a myriad of other kitchen supplies scattered around the island table. All it took was a gesture of her head for Rafe to let go of your hand and get to work with tidying up the area. You made a mental note to ask her how to acquire that kind of power. 

“You’ve never been here?” she asked, and you shook your head. You didn’t know why that was so surprising to both his parents. “Well, that just means you have the chance to see everything with fresh eyes.” 

“I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled. 

Rafe gave you a warning look, one you knew very well that was telling you to stop talking, before he focused back on his stepmom with a smile. “We can handle the rest of this, right? Y/N can go relax a little in my room before dinner — uh, she didn’t sleep very well.” 

Rose rolled her eyes, but the amusement was clear in her expression. “Fine. I’ll save the grilling for dinner.” 

You gave her a polite nod as you turned to go, but when Rose wasn’t looking you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Rafe that he answered with a smug smile. She was nicer than you had imagined, but you didn’t think you could handle all of her questions in addition to a family dinner. You had a feeling you were going to need every advantage you could get for tonight. 

It just so happened though, that as soon as you turned the corner, you ran into Rafe’s younger sisters. You wondered if they always traveled as a pair. 

“You guys are back already,” Sarah said with a pleasant smile, and you chuckled. 

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded. “We just went out for lunch with his friends at the country club.” 

Wheezie groaned as she leaned against the wall. “Kelce and Topper? God, they’re the worst.” 

You frowned a bit. “I actually thought they were pretty nice. They like teasing Rafe just as much as I do, so it’s a plus.” 

She shrugged. “I’m surprised they were so nice to you. A lot of people on this side of the island wouldn’t be that way towards you.” 

“Wheezie!” Sarah scolded with a jab to her shoulder, but that only knit your brows further. 

“What are you talking about?” you asked, and Sarah sighed. 

“I’m guessing Rafe hasn’t really told you about the inner workings of the Outer Banks,” she said dryly, and you nodded. “Well…” she trailed off, and then shook her head. “It’s not the right time, and I don’t really think it should come from us. I don’t really want you to get all in your head right before the big dinner interrogation.” 

“Are you always this mysterious with your brother’s girlfriends?” you asked after a beat of silence.

Sarah smiled as she started to back up. “How else am I supposed to keep my younger sister allure?”

“It’s not allure if you’re so open about it,” Wheezie said as she rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna go get some lemonade, want any?”

Sarah shook her head, and then she looked to you.

“Oh— uh, no. Thank you.”

Wheezie chuckled a bit. “Don’t act so surprised that we wanna get to know you. You’re pretty cool in terms of Rafe girlfriends.” 

As she walked off, you turned to Sarah with an amused look. “Is she always like that?”

“It just means she likes you,” Sarah said with a smile. “And for the record, I do too.”

You stood there smiling at the ground for far too long after Sarah had already gone off on her own. They were charming in a very likable way, even if they did have their quirks. 

At least your fake boyfriend’s sisters liked you — now, you just had to get his parents on your side.

-

“So…” Rose glanced over at Rafe with a smile as he mashed potatoes. “Are you gonna give me anything, or do I have to wait for dinner?” 

He chuckled. “I think we can wait for dinner. She’ll be happy to tell you all about herself then.” 

“You’ve been together for almost three years and we barely know anything about her!” she exclaimed. “What’s the reason for that kind of secrecy?” 

Rafe bit the inside of his cheek, suddenly very interested in the potato masher. “We just wanted to make sure that we were solid before we started telling people outside of our friend group,” he said. “I… I really like her, so I wanted it all to go well.” 

She raised her eyebrows. “You both wanted to keep it a secret, or just she did?” 

He frowned. “We both did. Why does it matter?” 

“She’s not like us,” Rose said after a moment of hesitation, and Rafe’s grip tightened against the handle. “How do you know she’s not just using you for your money?”

“Excuse me?” He turned to her with an incredulous expression, the thought so ridiculous to him that he could hardly even deal with it. “You’re not seriously calling my girlfriend a gold digger, are you?” 

“It is a valid concern!” she defended, her voice becoming slightly higher from his reaction. “You’ve seen the way she looks at the house, the way she marvels at everything down here — for god’s sake Rafe, she’s never even been to the Outer Banks and she lives a couple hours away. Why else would she want to keep the two of you a secret?” 

“Okay,” he said with a dry laugh, setting down the masher and walking over to the sink to wash his hands off. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Just because she’s not crazy rich like every other person on Figure Eight doesn’t mean she’s after me for money. We’ve been friends even longer than we’ve been dating— I was the one who asked her out first. She’s actually a good person, Rose—and no matter what, you can’t insult her like that. She’s,” he swallowed and turned away for a second, “she’s my girlfriend. So you can’t say this kinda stuff about her.” 

Rose stared at him for a moment before she sighed. “Okay. At least you actually care about her.”

“Of course I do,” he scoffed.

“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into,” she said, once again on the defensive. “You’ve always been hasty—”

“Do you want my help with this or do you just want to keep talking shit about her?” Rafe interrupted, his voice rising out of frustration. “Because if you keep this up you’re gonna be doing it alone.”

“Watch your mouth, Rafe,” she said, though mostly for virtue’s sake. “You just can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“There’s nothing to warn me about,” he said sharply. “She’s a great person, and she’s one of my best friends. So lay off.”

She raised her hands, finally conceding. “Okay. You win.” 

Rafe rolled his eyes, but he still moved onto his next job. That didn’t change the fact that the rest of their preparations were done in silence. 

-

You spent your time alone in Rafe’s room very valuably — after relaxing for a little, you found Topper and Kelce’s instagrams and immediately started stalking them. 

It was valuable, to be fair — you got to see pictures of Rafe when he was in high school, and some videos of him being the idiot he’d warned you about when you went through their pinned stories. They made you smile, seeing him like that — just from the pictures you could tell that he was a frat boy in training, but he was charming in a boyish sort of way. You also knew you would’ve completely fallen for high school Rafe if the two of you met at that age.

You cleared your throat as you shut off your phone and put it face down on the bed. Thank god for the distance between you then, because thoughts like that were definitely off limits. 

It was just in time, because you heard a knock on the door and Rafe saying your name. 

“Uh, come in!” you responded, and he came in the door as you sat up. 

“Dinner’s all ready, if you’re ready.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, and you stood up from his bed as you smoothed out your dress. “This is fine for the first dinner with your family, right? How do I look?” 

Rafe looked you up and down, his eyes raking across your body in the most exaggerated way possible as he whistled. “Babe, you look great. Super hot.” 

You burst out into laughter at that, and he even cracked a smile. “You are completely ridiculous, Rafe. You cannot act this way in front of your parents.” 

He brushed his hand through the air. “They can deal with it. My fake girlfriend’s only getting the best.” 

You shook your head, a smile of your own growing. “Like I said: completely ridiculous.” 

“I try.” Rafe’s grin faded a bit as he looked back at the door, and after a moment he shut it. He then turned back to you, his expression completely sobered. “I’m gonna be completely honest with you. This might be rough.” 

You frowned a bit. “Rough in what kind of way?” 

“Rough in a ‘making you doubt everything about yourself’ kinda way,” he said, and he sighed as shook his head. “Rose and I—we talked while we were setting everything up, and she thinks you’re some kind of golddigger. And,” Rafe huffed a dry laugh, “my dad’ll probably think the same thing. He’ll be a lot more covert with it, though.” 

“Great,” you muttered, and you suddenly felt very self-conscious as you wrapped your arms around yourself. A part of you itched to put Rafe’s sweatshirt back on, the familiarity of it a comfort you were suddenly aching for. But you remained in place, letting out a deep sigh instead. “I thought you said that both of them were from blue collars before they ended up with all this.” 

“They were,” Rafe confirmed, “but they’ve gone full kook over the years. They look down on the very same people they used to be, and… they’re probably gonna look down on you too.” 

“Great!” you repeated, and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. You and Rafe weren’t together so it shouldn’t have bothered you, the thought of not having his parents’ approval, but it was just the opposite. “That’s— that’s just great, Rafe.” 

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer, “hey, it’s okay. I don’t want you to worry about them. Just— just be yourself, and we will make them like you. And if they say any out of pocket shit, don’t just take it, call them out on it. And if you don’t want to, I will.” Rafe gave you a genuine look. “I won’t let them do what they do to everyone else.” 

You recalled your conversation with Ward earlier in the morning, when he, out of nowhere, told you that he didn’t think you were a good fit in Rafe’s life. The man barely knew you and he was already trying to scare you out of it. 

And for some reason, just the thought of that brought your resolve back. If there was one thing you had in spades, it was spite.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, offering a smile that you hoped was convincing. “Right. We got this.” 

“We got this,” he agreed, and he offered his hand. “You ready, fake girlfriend?” 

You nodded again and took his hand, reveling in the warmth it provided as he squeezed your hand. “Ready, fake boyfriend.” 

-

“There you two are,” Rose joked as you and Rafe entered the dining room together. “I was beginning to think you decided to abandon us.” 

“I wouldn’t let him do that,” you said with a smile. “I’m just sorry we didn’t get to do this last night.” 

“Oh, I am too,” she agreed, and she finished setting the last platter on the table. “I’m sorry that it’s taken us three years to finally have a family dinner.” 

“Me too,” Wheezie said, looking up at you as she finished setting down the silverware. “I still don’t know what you see in him, but whatever.” 

“Louisa, be nice.” You instinctively tensed up as Ward walked in, and you returned the gesture when he smiled at you. “We’re all happy to have you here, and we’re all sorry it took so long.” He looked at Rafe pointedly. “You should’ve brought her down sooner, Rafe.” 

“We’ve already talked about this, Dad,” Rafe said. “We weren’t ready before, but now we are. You guys have to deal with that.” 

“He just didn’t want to scare her off with his crazy family,” Sarah said dryly as she walked in, a stack of plates in her hands that she placed on the table.  “Probably a good decision with all this interrogating.” 

“I don’t mind,” you said, and it wasn’t completely a lie. You and Rafe might not have been together, but you were best friends. It was probably a good thing you were meeting his family, even if it was under this sort of guise. You laughed a bit. “I’d want to know about my son’s secret girlfriend too if I were you.” 

“Well, you’re welcome here anytime you want, sweetie,” Rose said. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.” She set the final dish on the table and held her hands out. “Feel free to help yourself.” 

“It all looks wonderful, honey,” Ward said, pecking his wife on the cheek as he took his seat at the head of the table. 

Your nerves evaporated slightly as you sat down, reveling in the silence you probably wouldn’t get much of as everyone served themselves. You were immediately proven right as Rose looked at you with a smile. 

“So,” she said your name, “Rafe tells me you’re looking to become a doctor?” 

You nodded. “I’ve been working towards it since middle school. It’s hard to believe that I’m getting so close to med school.” 

“Are you applying?” Ward asked. 

“Not yet, but I’m looking,” you said, and you chuckled. “I thought I would get a break from all the medical stuff after I took the MCAT, but between school hunting and classes, I think it’s gotten even busier.” 

“She’s amazing,” Rafe said, “seriously. She and Melanie are both on pre-med tracks, and I swear, all they do is study.” 

“Mel parties sometimes,” you joked, “but… yeah. I’ve become really well acquainted with the library.” 

“That was actually how we met,” he said, glancing at you, and a smile immediately broke out on your lips. “Freshman year, remember?” 

“How could I ever forget?” 

/ 

You let out a haggard sigh as you held your head in your hands, staring at the textbook beneath you. You had an entire spread around you—laptop and charger, nearly empty water bottle, a bag of goldfish, a whole mess of highlighters and pens, and your bio 252 textbook open in front of you. You had been trying to read the same sentence for the past ten minutes, and your brain was not cooperating. 

You screwed your eyes shut as you leaned back in your chair, pressing your hands against your forehead. At this point, you wondered if you were losing brain cells.

“Hey, uh— is this seat open?” 

You cracked your eyes open to see a guy in sweatpants and a UNC tee standing, a backpack slung over one shoulder and very pretty eyes. 

“It’s 2:35 in the morning,” you said. “Half the library is open.” 

“I know, but,” he chuckled, “you look smart. I feel like being around you will make me do my work.” 

That got a dry laugh out of you, and you just shrugged. “Sit away, I guess. As long as you’re quiet.” 

He nodded and took a seat on the other end of the table, leaving enough space to be polite. “I’m Rafe, by the way.” 

You nodded as well. “Cool.” 

“What,” he said, setting his backpack on the ground, “I don’t get a name?” 

“If I survive these midterms, you can get my name,” you said wryly, and your focus fell back to your textbook. 

Though you couldn’t see him, you heard the smile in his words, could feel his eyes on you. “Deal.” 

/

“Never thought that you would be living the rom-com life, Rafe,” Sarah said, very tongue-in-cheek. “Makes sense that she was annoyed by you at first.” 

“To be fair, I was kind of losing my mind,” you said with a laugh. “Word of advice for your freshman year, Sarah, learn the meaning of school-life balance, and learn it before you’re knee deep in midterms.” 

She chuckled, nodding sagely. “You don’t have to worry about that. I won’t be in the library that late no matter what time of year it is.” 

“Very studious of you, Rafe,” Rose said, and she smiled. “What were you doing in there anyways?” 

He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep, so I went to the library. Maybe it was fate.”

“I think it was just persistence,” you said dryly. “Because you came in every single night after that.” 

/

“This seat open?” 

You blinked at the voice, the words from your laptop screen swimming in the air as you looked back up. To your surprise, it was the same guy from the other day, with the same words. Rafe, if you remembered.

“Why are you here again?” 

“Because I took my econ midterm yesterday afternoon and killed it,” he said, “and I think it’s because you’re good luck.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m good luck?” 

Rafe nodded. “My hypothesis is that being around you is giving me good luck, so I’m testing it by hanging around you before each of my midterms.” 

That actually got a laugh out of you. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

“It’s not stupid if it works, is it?” He set down his bag and shot you a grin. “Besides— I gotta make sure you get through the season alive so I can get your name.” 

You just shook your head, though you were unable to hide your own smile. “Fine. House rules still apply.” 

Rafe held up his hands. “Absolute silence. You got it.” 

Ten minutes passed in keyboard clacks and page turns before you couldn’t help yourself, and you looked back up at Rafe. 

“Are you really going to come here every night?” 

“As long as you’re here,” Rafe said, “I’m here.” 

/ 

“And he did,” you said. “He came back every night that week, sat in the same spot in complete silence, and we did our work together. At 2AM, no less.” 

“And I passed every single one of my midterms with flying colors,” he said. “I still think it’s because of you.” 

“That is so sweet,” Rose crooned. “Who knew our Rafe was such a charmer?” 

“Rose—” he started, his cheeks flushing, but you chuckled. 

“He certainly was,” you said. “Anyone else, and I think I might’ve kicked them out. But I couldn’t say no to those eyes.” 

And it’s not like you were lying—that really was how you met. It just wasn’t the love story that you were making it out to be. It was a week of the library, and then you didn’t see each other again until Melanie dragged you out to an end of the semester party—the party that Kelce mentioned, the party that you ran into Rafe again. 

That was certainly a night. And not one you could really detail at a family dinner. 

“If we have you to thank for Rafe’s performance in his freshman midterms, then I’m certainly in your debt,” Ward said with a slight smile. 

“I don’t think it was because of me,” you said. “I think it’s because he actually sat down and studied for once in his life.” 

Rafe rolled his eyes. “Say that all you want, but you’re my good luck charm. I know it.” 

“I assume that you’ve always done well in school?” Ward asked. 

“I have to,” you said honestly. “I’m on a huge scholarship at Chapel Hill, and if my grades drop below a certain point, it gets taken away. I literally can’t afford for that to happen,” you chuckled nervously, “not to mention the hit my career prospects would take.” 

“You seem really serious about all of this,” Ward said, and he clasped his hands together. “Why do you want to be a doctor so badly?” 

“It’s the only thing I can imagine myself doing,” you responded. “I’ve always loved science, and the human body has fascinated me even when I was a kid. Growing up, I’ve seen a lot of bad things happen to a lot of good people, and it’s… it’s just not fair. So I guess becoming a doctor would be my way of helping those people and putting some good back in the world.” 

“Oh, that is so sweet,” Rose said, her eyes softening. “Rafe, honey, you really picked a good one.”

Wheezie snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Now I know for a fact she’s too good for you.” 

“Louisa,” Ward admonished, and he looked back at you. “That’s a very noble goal. I can only imagine the hard work you’ve described is but a fraction of the full picture. I mean, my senior year was busy as all get-out, don’t get me wrong, but I was in business. Pre-med is a whole different thing to navigate.” 

“It is,” you agreed. “Right now I’m juggling classes and labs, an internship, a part time job, and trying to have a social life all at the same time.” You laughed a bit. “It’s a lot, and sometimes it gets overwhelming. But when that happens, I take a step back and try to remember what I’m doing all this for, and that almost always gets me back on track. And when it doesn’t—” you glanced at Rafe with a smile— “he’s always there for me.” 

Rafe returned your smile and took your hand under the table, and it filled you with some confidence. You certainly weren’t lying about the last part. 

“She’s amazing all on her own,” Rafe said. “I’m only her cheerleader.” 

“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea for you and Rafe to get together,” Sarah said, frowning. “You’re setting the bar way too high.” She looked at her parents. “I hope you don’t expect me to do all that when I get to college.” 

“You’ll do whatever you have to do, sweetie,” Rose said with a smile. “I’m sure you had to work up to all of this.” 

“Oh, definitely,” you nodded. “I applied to get into my high school’s health science specialty center in eighth grade, and it all went from there. It’s always busy, but it’s the most fulfilling work someone can do.” 

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Ward asked. His tone was noncommittal, but you knew what he was after. You weren’t going to give it to him. 

“Dad—” Rafe started, glancing at you for a second, but you spoke up. 

“I’ve been working towards this since my freshman year of high school. Everything’s gone to plan up until now, and I don’t plan for that to change.” Both your smile and your grip on Rafe’s hand tightened. “I know I can handle it.” 

“Well,” he said, his eyes far too calculating as he looked right at you, “I wish you all the best.” 

“Thank you,” you said smoothly. 

The tension at the table had been steadily rising ever since Ward looked in your direction, and it was starting to get to you. Rafe, as attentive as ever, immediately took over. 

“Dad,” he said, drawing the attention back to him, “we did an investment project in my 407 course for the final. It was actually really interesting, and my professor said that my group had one of the best projects she’s seen in her career. Do you wanna hear about it?” 

“Sure.” The smile he offered to his son was the same you’d seen since the moment of your arrival, and some of the pressure dissolved from your shoulders. You made a mental note to thank Rafe profusely at the end of the night. “Your professor was Dr. Waters, right?” 

He nodded. “She said you know each other.” 

“We do,” he said, and you felt like you could breathe again as he looked away from you. “I’d love to hear it, son.” 

Rafe wasn’t lying when he said he was skilled at navigating the waters of his family, because he kept the limelight off of you for the entire rest of the dinner. He talked about his own classes and directed it towards his sisters, and though you chimed in to answer the occasional question or add to one of his stories, you didn’t feel like your entire life was on blast. 

You and Rafe ended up helping Rose clean up, and she smiled at you as you handed her a plate. 

“Tonight was lovely, sweetie,” she said. “I can’t wait to hear about everything you accomplish in the future.” 

“You’re too kind,” you said, biting back a smile that was actually genuine. “I really enjoyed tonight.” 

“I’m glad.” She started the dishwasher and sighed as she looked at you. “I know my husband can be heavy-handed sometimes, but it’s not personal, trust me. We want the best for Rafe—Ward just has his own way of showing it.” 

“C’mon, Rose,” Rafe grumbled. “You saw what he was doing, and you went along with it. That’s not okay.” 

“He wasn’t doing anything,” she said pointedly. “He wanted to know more about Y/N, so he asked her. That’s all.” 

“You know that’s not—” 

“Rafe,” you interrupted, and you held up your phone, “Mel’s calling. C’mon, let’s go catch her up on everything.” 

He hesitated as he looked at you, but you just raised your eyebrows a little bit and gestured towards the hallway. Rafe sighed and nodded, glancing back at his step-mother. 

“Rose—” 

“You two enjoy yourself,” she said. “Cleanup’s already almost done—thank you for your help.” 

“Of course,” you said. “Have a good night, Mrs. C— Rose.” 

She smiled and nodded, waving the two of you off as you practically dragged Rafe into the hallway. 

“What was that for?” he complained once you were in the safety of his room, door shut. 

“You were about to get into a completely unnecessary argument.” 

“I was defending your honor, babe,” he said austerely. 

You laughed a bit, shaking your head as you sat down on the side of his bed, and Rafe leaned against the wall. “And I appreciate it, Sir Cameron, but I want this to be as drama-free as possible. Don’t get into arguments with your parents for me.” 

“I get into arguments with my parents all the time,” he said. “Doing it for you makes it better.” 

“Rafe.” 

He sighed and shrugged. “Fine. Drama-free break.” 

“Thank you.” 

“But not if my dad starts coming for you like that again,” he added with a pointed finger. 

You chuckled and nodded. “Fine.” 

You then looked at the clock on his bedside table and blew out a loose sigh. “God, it’s way later than I thought. You, get on my phone and call Mel. I lied about her calling, but I actually do want to talk to her tonight, and she definitely wants to catch up with you. I’m showering and getting ready for the night.” 

“Aye aye, captain,” he said, catching your phone as you tossed it to him. “But you know you don’t have to change in private. I have a very big room.” 

You gave him a look as you grabbed your bag. “Very subtle, Rafe. Behave.” 

He laughed and went back to your phone as you shut the door. 

You went through your routine as usual, the warm water helping to relieve the tension that had built up in your muscles. It was nice to have some alone time after the rollercoaster that the day had been, from Kelce’s bombshell conversation to the choppy waters of Ward Cameron—you had no idea the Outer Banks were going to be so complicated. 

It was only two weeks. Two weeks, and then you and Rafe were back to being nothing more than roommates and friends. Easy. 

You dried yourself off when you were done and slipped into a pair of shorts and an old Raleigh tee. After finishing the rest of your night routine, you opened the door again, smiling a bit to see Rafe laying upside down on his bed on the phone. 

His eyes flickered over to you and he smiled as well as he sat up. “You can ask her that yourself, actually—she just got out. You’re goin’ on speaker, Mel.” 

She cheered your name and you laughed as you settled on the bed with Rafe, picking up the phone so you could look at the little Mel on your screen. “You already look great. The OBX air is good for you, I swear.” 

“Better than city air,” you chuckled. “How have you been? Are you devastatingly bored without Rafe and I?” 

“You know I am,” she said with mock austerity. “Ayden’s already gone back to Richmond, so I’m all on my lonesome. You guys are all the worst for leaving me.” 

“Sorry,” Rafe said. “Should’ve asked you to be my girlfriend too—then we all could’ve had a great time with my parents.” 

She snorted and shook her head. “I love you Rafe, but I prefer the empty apartment.” 

He shook his head with a sigh. “So mean to me.” 

“It’s for your own good,” she chided, and she looked back at you. “How’s he treating you? Like a queen, I hope.” 

You laughed. “Mel, I am seriously living the life of luxury here. His room is the size of our freshman dorm. Honestly, it’s probably the size of my apartment back home. I would be Rafe’s permanent fake girlfriend if it meant a house like this.” 

Rafe shrugged. “We do have a couple more holidays coming up.” 

“Joking,” you said, and you sighed. “His family is… something.” 

“I told you I would fight them for you!” he defended. “I am fully ready to argue with my dad for you, but someone said she doesn’t want me to defend her honor.” 

Mel laughed, her eyes twinkling. “You beautiful knight. At least you’re trying to protect my girl.” 

“Always,” Rafe said, and then he stood up from his bed. “I’m gonna get ready—don’t gossip about me.” 

You gasped, scandalized. “We would never.” 

“Perish the thought,” Mel said simultaneously. 

Rafe rolled his eyes with a smile as he left, and you picked up the phone. “He sure is something.” 

“Yeah,” Mel said, something in her voice, “he is. And now that we’re alone, we can gossip about him.” 

You chuckled and shook your head. “There’s nothing to gossip about. What did he even talk to you about?” 

“Just basic stuff,” she said. “Told me about Kelce and Topper, and said some very choice words about his dad. But he mostly just talked about you, which is why we get to talk about him.” 

You frowned a bit—you couldn’t help but wonder what that entailed. “What did he say?” 

“Nothing important,” she said, brushing it off. “So, how’s the gig? How’re you liking the Banks?”

“This honestly isn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” you admitted. “Sure, his dad can be a lot, but Rafe is great. He’s always making sure that I’m okay, and it’s really sweet. I think that I can maybe see what all those girls see in him.” 

“Oh, wow,” she said. “You’re already in the falling in love with him stage?” 

“No!” you exclaimed, maybe a little too hastily. “No, god— where did you get that from?” 

“Someone’s a little defensive—” 

“Mel,” you said, staring at the bathroom door hoping Rafe couldn’t hear the conversation, “I’m not in love with him. We’re friends that are fake-dating each other. There’s a very big difference.” 

“If you say so,” she mused. 

“You’ve been watching too many rom-coms,” you said dryly. “Enough about me—how’s holding down the fort?” 

“I already told you that it’s boring,” Mel said. “I’m going back to Charlotte in a couple days, but that is also boring, which is why I want to talk about you!” 

“And I already told you, there’s nothing to talk about!” you defended. “We had a chill night yesterday, I hung out with his friends this morning, and we had dinner tonight. Standard girlfriend stuff—nothing to worry about.” 

“Fine,” she relented, and she laid back on the sofa. “But you have to keep me updated on everything.” 

“Of course. Now, I know you were talking to some guy in November. How’s that going?” 

Mel went on for a while about the guy—his name is Paolo, he’s an engineering major, he’s the hottest man she’s ever seen, but she’s definitely not interested in him, along with a lot of other things—and while you were about to ask something else in a rare pause, you lost your chance when Rafe came out of the bathroom. 

Wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants with his hair still wet and messy in just the right way, you just stared at him. It was embarrassing how speechless you were.

“You good?” Mel asked, and that snapped you out of your reverie, but not before Rafe noticed you looking. 

He just shook his head. “Can’t compliment you but you can objectify me. Your hypocrisy is insulting, babe.” 

“I’m so sorry Rafe,” you said austerely. “I can hardly control myself around you, you’ve got to understand.” 

He sighed as he pulled a shirt on. “It’s a burden I’ve got to bear, unfortunately. But I’m strong enough to do it.” 

“Okay, you two are gross,” Mel said. “I would say get a room, but you have one, and I’m clearly overstaying my welcome. So I’m just gonna hang up. Have fun, lovebirds!” 

“Mel—” you started, but she was gone before you could continue. You laughed as you turned your phone off, glancing at Rafe. “Uh, sorry. You didn’t miss much, just her talking about some guy.” 

“Oh, Paolo!” Rafe nodded. “I introduced those two, actually. He was in my finance class last semester, and he talked about her a lot. I hope they work out.” He smiled a bit as he sat down next to you. “Mel and her dream guy aside, what d’you wanna do for the rest of the night? After the dinner you sat through, I think you deserve a break.” 

“How do you feel about watching TV and doing nothing?” you asked. 

“Sounds perfect.” Rafe leaned over and picked up the remote from the side table, flipping it over in his hands as he talked. “What are you feeling? Grey’s Anatomy?” 

“God, no. It’s not accurate, and I need at least one second where I’m not thinking about school.” 

He chuckled. “Then what d’you suggest?” 

“Law and Order,” you said, “but we pick a random season and start halfway through it.” 

“You know that’s not accurate either?” 

“I haven’t spent years going over the law,” you said, “therefore it’s accurate to me.” 

Rafe laughed and handed you the remote, shaking his head. “Sounds perfect. Want some popcorn?” 

“Nothing I love more than lawyers and popcorn,” you said. “Except for you, fake boyfriend.” 

Rafe pressed his hand to his heart as he went over to the door. “I feel the same way, fake girlfriend.” 

You started cracking up, and Rafe’s small smile sent heat rushing to your cheeks. “Oh, and the second drawer on my dresser has a bunch of sweatshirts in case you want one.” 

You frowned. “Why would I need one of your hoodies?” 

He shrugged. “You’ve been shivering this whole time.”

And he walked off, wholly nonchalant, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. 

Apparently, Rafe paid more attention than you thought. Even when there wasn’t an audience. 

You snapped yourself out of your reverie, wandering over to said drawer, and you rifled through until you found a suitable one. Nothing like being a walking advertisement for the Kenan-Flagler school. 

You pulled it on then settled against the pillows as you picked up the remote again. After a bit of scrolling you decided on season 13, episode 11, and Rafe came back in with a big bowl of popcorn right when the title card played. 

“Perfect timing,” you smiled. 

“I try,” he said, and he shut the door behind him as he sat down next to you. His gaze moved to your sweatshirt and he grinned. “Nice choice. I’ll make a business major of you yet.” 

“God, no,” you muttered, and he just laughed. 

The two of you settled in and got comfortable for a night of lawyers and detectives and murder and popcorn, fought over through swatted hands and playful shoves, and maybe it was something about the day that just had you not thinking clearly. 

Because you didn’t mind when your hands touched in the popcorn bowl, and you didn’t mind when he slung his arm over your shoulder, and you didn’t mind when you fell asleep on Rafe’s shoulder 23 minutes into episode 15. 

And Rafe didn’t really mind either.  

-

rafe does mind that it took a year for him to be seen again though. sorry man

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legit begging you to expand on sillysicklys subpiling post bc i luv luv luv it and i wanna reaad more but im a shit writer :((((((

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@sillysickly get over here, you'll enjoy this, lol 😏

Aw, baby, I'm sure you're not a shit writer! You can do it!

I will happily dive back into the concept of subpiling with an excuse such as this, though 👀

In the previous installments (that are linked in the related post, seen above), I made up an AU where Steve and Bucky are both subs in a sleazy, rundown sort of small-town, but what's the fun of writing if not just randomly making new shit up constantly, so... this isn't exactly in that same 'verse, I could probably do some writerly bullshit magic to connect it, but, let's be honest, this is mostly just subpiling for the sake of subpiling.

Our boys--both of them sweet, silly subs--become aware of each other at no other place than the gym. Ironically, the reason each of them is drawn to the other is the same. Steve and Bucky both steal heated glances, quick elevator eyes up and down, using the mirrors everywhere to their advantage, maybe even delaying or speeding up their workouts to end up in the locker room at the same time, maybe even the showers, and end up assessing the situation of tight workout gear, bulging muscles, bared, flushed skin, and glistening sweat to come to the conclusion of--shit, that guy has to be a top, if not an outright dom, and I fucking need him.

And all that is not to even mention the sounds! Steve and Bucky both lift extensively and with all that weight, grunts and groans are bound to slip out from between gritted teeth, jaws are bound to get set into an unfairly sharp square, clenched, that makes it impossible not to imagine the same tension-filled, almost pained expression and the same fucking guttural sound of struggle while he's on top of him. So overwhelmed by his tightness and fucking plowing into him, putting all that gym-honed strength to good use, making his brain drip out of his ears, forgetting everything but the way it feels, teeth-rattling, orgasm-chasing, ah, ah, ah. Surrounded by the sex-thick scent of it all, musky and sweaty, purely fucking manly. They both want it bad.

Each of them--Bucky and Steve--want to get pounded through the mattress by the other. Pitty, if only these sweet, dumb muffins knew the truth...

It doesn't take them too long to find out, though. Just a few short weeks of watching, waiting, occasionally locking eyes, bumping into each other too many times for it to be pure coincidence, and, oops, somehow they end up in the sauna together, post-workout, the last of the late-night stragglers.

The reason it's even taken a few weeks for them to finally end up totally alone together is because each of them is expecting the other to take charge and make a move. But, that's not happened. Even in the sauna together, alone, sure to not be interrupted, nothing happens right away. The steam billows around them, clouding them--crowding them, and still they're so shy. Steve's blushing worse now than he does on his PR, limit-pushing days, and that pretty color drips down his body from his face all the way to his toned stomach. He's painted like an obscene sunset. And the only reason Bucky can't tell if his flush goes farther is because of the towel cinched tight at his hips. Bucky keeps squirming in his own seat, just an inappropriately short way away, spreading his legs, then drawing them back together, effectively alternating between obscenely squeezing his thighs together to put pressure on his antsy dick and spreading it to expose the way his dick is pushing against his own towel.

They can't fucking get it together.

Each of them is practically vibrating out of their skin with untapped energy, heavily charged and so ready to go, until Steve fucking snaps in response to Bucky's pushy little scoots, getting closer and closer and closer until their sweaty, slick thighs are pressed together. Their towels barely cover half of their upper legs, so they both gasp, skin to skin for the first time. It's then that Steve breaks the standstill by snaking one big hand up between them and curling his surprisingly deft fingers around Bucky's chin, turning his head toward him, and...

Leaning in.

Their lips crash together urgently and uncoordinatedly. Steve has to tilt his head to the side to stop their noses from hitting. Bucky's open-mouthed gasp makes his teeth dig into Steve's fat lower lip. Still, God, it's good. It's hot. Immediately, they're both hotter than they can take--shivering with the fever lapping at them, boiling them alive in the sauna.

Steve kisses hard. Bucky kisses back just as viciously. And the sounds of their lips moving together make it hard for them both to breathe. When Steve can't bear just kissing, lips on lips, as desperate as it is, he lets his jaw go slack and licks explicitly into Bucky's mouth, teasing his tongue against his lips until he gets with the program and eagerly, needily lets him in. Yielding like butter to a hot knife.

Jesus Christ.

Steve fucks his mouth with his tongue, so fucking hot for it that it's practically unbearable, even catching Bucky's lip with his teeth, nipping, teasing, but all that well-practiced-skill is destroyed the moment Bucky reciprocates with just the barest hint of force. Steve is weak for it. Bucky sucking on his tongue leaves him raggedly moaning, then whining when Bucky places a heavy hand on his thigh. He's sweating so badly that it's a pure, sensationally erotic glide when Bucky lets his hand explore higher.

Up, up, up he pushes and Steve melts accordingly. Bucky can fucking touch him anywhere, just so much as he keeps fucking touching him. Oh, God. He rucks up his towel but gets tangled somewhere along the way, so he isn't touching him directly anymore. Noo, Steve whines, his mouth going slack and wet, hardly kissing anymore, just letting himself be kissed, open and needy, as Bucky palms his dick through his towel.

Bucky keeps kissing him, his mouth sizzling and dirtily sliding across his face, more kissing the side of his mouth than locking on. It makes it all worse. Better. Steve feels smeared and he can't help but slouch against the sauna bench, letting the wood take his full weight--muscles and all.

As it turns out, though, just from cupping his dick, Bucky's just as weakened. So, his mouth gets sloppy, too. Hardly putting any effort into crashing together, just letting his lips gape, weakened as he hazily feels him up. Mouth to mouth, breathing each other in, panting, huge chests heaving together.

He's so big.

Bucky can't help but whine into Steve's sweaty, burning cheek, nuzzling against his body. His mouth is watering. He wants that in him. It feels so big and it's so thick in his hand, and, guh--immediately, Bucky's fighting to blink his eyes open and stare, unashamed, down at what Steve's packing between his muscular thighs.

Bucky just fucking paws at him, clumsy, until his towel is out of the way.

He's fucking stunned.

It looks heavy.

It'd fill him up so good.

Bucky whines, aching for Steve's dick, he wants to be fucked hard. But his sound hits Steve's ears like a punch to the gut, going straight to his dick, and so he's whining, too. Messy and high-pitched, a true fuck-me whine.

They're debilitated by arousal together, fucked up, staring at each other. Somehow both of them are already cock drunk, eyelids drooping, mouths red, swollen, and hanging open, their coordination shot to shit. They're just turning into a puddle, all the heat going straight to their muscles and bones, melting them down. Melting them into each other.

Somehow, Steve manages to clamber back to his senses enough to realize that someone has to be on top (someone has to do something!) and, he, he's fucking seen the size of Bucky, his chest and arms and thighs and--he's suddenly frantically scrambling to pull Bucky into his lap, he wants him on top of him, pressing him down, grinding into him, fucking him. But, Bucky's skin is slick with sweat from the workout, from the sauna, from the sexual tension snapping between them, and Steve just can't get a grip. It doesn't help that Bucky's out of his mind, squirming, and he just doesn't make it into his lap. Not really. The closest he gets--his towel, too, gets tangled up and falling away--is half in, half out. He's precariously balanced, his face smashed into his chest with his back arched as his humid pants paint condensation across Steve's skin. Smushed and tangled up like that, somehow, his legs are split, straddling one of Steve's thighs, and his dick is right there.

Oh, shit.

He's hard. He's so hard. It makes Steve crave having it shoved inside him, big and thick and he's not as long as some of the men Steve's taken but he's thicker. Steve can fucking feel the throbbing girth of it, pressed insistently against his thigh. Bucky feels it too because instantly he's squirming worse. Arching his back, spreading his thighs like a slut, and making his dick slide smoothly against his sweat-slick thigh.

Half in his lap, half falling out of it, Bucky starts humping his thigh.

It feels so good, his skin is smooth, Jesus, somewhere in the back of Bucky's mind, he's wondering if Steve gets waxed or some shit because he's so smooth and soft and the friction is friction--it's heated, desperate drag, skin on skin--but it's so effortless, too. Smooth. Slick. Silky and almost oiled. He can hardly stand it. It's so good, but, fuck, when things are good, Bucky greedily wants more and things are fucking great when he's filled one way or another. Something in his ass. Something in his mouth. It doesn't matter. He just wants something inside him. It's what he was made for. Filling.

He wants to get filled so much that as he's riding his thigh, sweat-slippery, barely holding on, his mouth opens wider on instinct, and then Bucky's mouthing and lapping at the swell of Steve's chest. Face-first in his tits, licking his skin, salty and hot like heaven on his tongue. Bucky can't think to slide down further and start laving attention to Steve's hard, pink nipples. He's just thinking about how good it feels. How good Steve feels underneath him. How good it is to rut and hump mindlessly.

Used and defiled so thoroughly--Bucky's dick hot pushed up against his thigh and his face smashed into his built chest--Steve throws his head back wantonly. He can barely hang onto the squirming desperate thing in his lap as squirming and desperate as he himself is.

Steve's hands are shaking where they rest on Bucky's feverish skin. Steve's body has gone limp despite his aching dick. His dick keeps twitching and he can feel Bucky's saliva drooling onto his skin--he knows he's staring down at it where it's pointed straight up at him,, dripping against his clenched stomach, so hard and ready to be used while Bucky struggles and whines for it. Steve knows Bucky wants to be fucked. Bucky knows Steve wants to be fucked. They both know there's not a goddamn thing to be done about it. They can't stop. They don't know how. They just don't know what the fuck to dooo! It's incredible; it's agony.

Bucky can't stop looking, he can't stop forgetting himself and shutting his eyes tight, riding the pleasure as it crashes through him. Devastating. He wants Steve's cock in his mouth, he's so thirsty, craving Steve's big hands in his hair, pushing and forcing him down to level with it, knees hitting the floor hard. But Steve isn't controlling or forcing or steering in any way. He can't manage it! Normally when he hooks up, he's the one being forced--not forcing.

They're on the same side and it doesn't work. Yet, it's beyond good. It's humiliating--how hot this is. Stuck. Trapped by their shared instinct to sit back and be used like dolls. Limp and boneless, both of them so fucked and yet so not fucked, they stay lost in pleasure exactly where they are.

Steve doesn't know what to do! He has this gorgeous boy on top of him, all hot and loose, uncoordinated and hurried and his mouth is so near his nipples and Steve wants him to touch his tits but he can't stutter the words out, so he just writhes, painstakingly indulged and denied by in the not-enough, too-tantalizing sensation of a cock thick and hot against his thigh. He wants a cock in him! He wants a mouth on his nipples, sucking and biting and telling him exactly when to cum. He wants to be controlled, demanded of, and used. He is being used but not like normal and--

Ohhh, God.

It feels so good.

He doesn't fucking care.

His head spins he doesn't know what to do but slouch, boneless, and take it. His mind is completely empty, only left with steam, about as smart as a sauna himself. He could cum like this. He, he could--

He's gonna cum like this.

Now? Now? Is he allowed?

Oh, fuck--

Now.

So, uh, subpiling, am I right? 🥴🥴

[scarisd3ad]

The grabbed | vance hopper x f!reader

Chapter five

Warnings- allusion to rape, murder, child abduction, pedophilia, the grabber

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2 days

I woke up my body curled up into a ball, my head still laid on Vance's lap. His arms sat around my torso and his head leaned over to the side qw if it was sat on his shoulder. His long eyelashes laid against his cheeks as he snored slightly. His chest rising and falling with every breath. He was absolutely beautiful even with the dirt and blood on his face. How did nobody ever realize it, his blue eyes (that were practically the he exact color of the ocean), and his long eyelashes paired together oh my god.

I stared up at the sleeping boy, my heart stopped, finally realizing what I was thinking. Vance hopper..and beautiful in the same sentence. No one would ever think of that. But somehow it fit, it fit together if you didn't know his personality and just looked at him. God he was beautiful, so god damn beautiful. Most girls spent their time swooning over bruce, (guilty) or even Richard Brookes (an 11th grader) but somehow no one noticed vance. Maybe it was because of his violent tendencies. But I call bullshit, Richard Brooke got into several fights even trying to fight a teacher. But no one ever said anything about that? Richard Brooke's had soft brown eyes and curly brown hair that could fool even the most aware of people that he was a sweetheart, while vance, vance always had a scowl on his face, he listened to punk rock, and had long hair. Definitely wouldn't fool anyone. Most girls even swooned for the bad boys in tv shows vance was definitely the definition of bad boy. He always sported a Jean vest, had a pocket knife in his left pocket at all times, and beat anyone who looked sideways at him. Look Im not saying I like vance or anything, I'm just saying he's attractive that's it!

Then vance began to stir, he must've felt me staring because just as fast as vance began to stir his eyes opened. "What the hell are you staring at?" He grumbled his voice deep from sleep. "Nothing" I muttered as I began to sit up. I pushed myself against the wall next to vance. "We should pull the wire out from over there and set it up" he said pointing to the wall next to me. I nodded slowly and began to push myself up off of the mattress and onto my feet. As soon as I was stood up vance held out his hand for help up. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up with a grunt. When he was finally on his feet he stumbled a bit before gaining back his balance. "Shit I was sitting there for a long time" Vance muttered as he rubbed at his eyes. "Where is it? I can get it" I said. Vance pointed to a space between the floor and the wall. "That's where it starts" I nodded and began to walk over to the wall.

I kneeled down next to the wall and stuck my finger into the area until I felt a cord. I then began to pull, I pulled a small bit out before grabbing with both hands and standing up. I Walked backwards and pulled, and pulled until it all came out. It was about 2 yards long. "Okay we'll set it up over there" he said pointing towards the small hallway that led to the bathroom. I nodded and began to drag it. I turned the corner to see a carpet covering what I assumed was the hole vance has dug. "Be carful" Vance mumbled. I kneeled down yet again and stuck the cord slightly through a hook in the wall and then pulled a bit so I could set the other end across from me. Then I moved to the other side repeating the process tillthe cord was sitting on the floor unseen, so later on I could just pull and easily put albert down. I pushed myself up off of the floor and began to walk over towards the black phone that sat on the wall next to the mattress.

I grabbed the phone off of the receiver and began to pull at the cord. "What the hell are you doing?" Vance muttered as he began to walk towards me. "We could use this" i grunted as I finally tore the cord away from the phone. I then began to pull again until it tore away from the receiver. I then handed the cord to Vance. "Why are you giving me this?" Vance asked his eyebrows furrowed together. "You're gonna use it" i replied, as I stared into his eyes. "I'm going to distract him and when I give you a signal you're gonna come up behind him and strangle him" I said a random feeling of anger washing over me. We were going to kill him, we weren't just going to try. We were going to kill him. He stared at me his eyes bouncing from side to side like he was confused. "Do you understand?" I asked as I rolled my eyes. "Yeah sure" he muttered before walking back over to the mattress, shoving the cord into his pocket, and falling back onto the mattress. "You're bossy...you know that right?" Vance muttered as he ran his hands through his knotted up blonde hair. "I just don't want to die" i replied as I threw the phone up into the air and then caught it, the phone making a slapping sound against my palm. "Well we're not so stop thinking like that" Vance replied. I rolled my eyes and said "I know" as I also fell back onto the mattress with a sigh.

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3rd pov

It was weird, so weird without y/n. No one had found any clues to where she was. They had questioned both her uncle, and dad. Nothing. Albert was pretty confident in his acting skills, normally he'd only be questioned once, just a few questions. Like 'have you seen this boy' or 'do you have any idea where he is' but now there was several. Still no one knew. Not even his brother and he was overjoyed. He was confident that this was going to be two simple and easy kills. He didn't feel bad, she shouldn't have been so noisy. Yeah he'd miss hers bit, but not because she was his niece, because how easy it was to get to her.

Y/n's mom had come down from Durango and to say she was pissed was an understatement.

"How the hell could you lose our daughter max!" She shouted. "I wasn't here, I wasn't here okay! Albert, albert was supposed to watch her!" Max cried out. He already felt bad, so bad. He didn't know where she was or what was happening to her right now. He just want to grab y/n up in his arms and say how sorry he was. For how he was gone most of the time, how he let this happen to her. "That's not an exuse! You should spend less time out doing drugs, and more time taking care of our daughter!"

"I'm trying I'm really trying"

Bruce was tired, he hadn't slept all night, all bruce could think about was her. How could he let this happen. It was his fault. He shouldn't of let her walk home by herself. Everyone was hurt by the news of y/n's disappearance, it seemed like everyone loved her. How couldn't they, she was sweet, nice, and would do anything for anyone. Bruce didn't want to go to school, he didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to wake up from this horrid nightmare. He wanted to wake up and have y/n right beside him. He wanted to wake up in a world where there was no grabber, no missing children, and most importantly no missing y/n.

Gwen Blake's dreams were starting up again. She saw things in her dreams, and the things she saw were almost always true. When griffin staggs got abducted she dreamt of a dirty basement, with a old black phone on the wall, and a mattress sat on the ground. When billy showalter went missing she dreamt of a black van, and black balloons. When vance hopper went missing she dreamt of the man who owned the van, and basement. He had brown greasy hair that went down to his chin, and a mask the mask had a sinister looking smile and devil horns. Now that y/n went missing she was dreaming of her disappearance, y/n walking down elm, the black van was parked at the end of the street.

The van obviously startled y/n because she seemed to tense up. When y/n passed the van, the man inside began to yell at her to 'get into the van'. Then y/n began to sprint down the road.

Gwen gasped as she sat up in her bed. "Gwenny you're gonna be late for school hurry up" her dad said knocking on her bedroom door. "Yes daddy."

Albert couldn't wait to kill the two kids in his basement. Yeah the thrill of keeping the kids hidden and kidnapping them was fun and all but killing them. God killing them made him feel like a god. And after killing them he could do anything and everything to their body's without them struggling. He was going to let the panic go on for a little while longer though. The thought of seeing us brother and ex sister in law panic and search for their daughter, while she was right beneath their feet was hilarious.

He made it part of his daily schedule to go check on his victims at least once a day. Just watch them, he loved to look at them. Especially when they were sleeping.

So that's what he was doing now, he snuck away from max and dawn and secretly grabbed his mask to check on y/n, and Vance. He couldn't wait to kill vance. Vance had been such a pain in the ass ever since he kidnapped him. That's why he always kept him a little bit drugged up so Vance wasn't at his full strength. Albert didn't really know when his like for killing came to be, maybe it was when he was a child killing animals in the woods, or maybe it was when he killed his first victim griffin staggs. He didn't really know he just knew the thrill and excitement from it was superior to any drug he'd ever taken.

Albert fished the key to the basement out of his pocket and placed it in the lock. He twisted the key and pushed open the door, causing it to creak. Once the door was fully opened it revealed the two teenagers sitting on the mattress. Y/n's head leaning on Vance's shoulder, and y/n's knees pulled up to her chest. Y/n had always been beautiful in alberts eyes, ever since the day he met her when she was six months old. Even now when she was covered in dirt, blood, welts, and bruises. The way she'd cling to bruce, and now vance mad albert angry. She was his not Bruce or Vance's.

"Hey" Albert said his voice going up an octave to seem comforting, sweet even. Both kids didn't answer y/n just scooted a bit closer to vance. Albert walked towards the kids and took a seat on the ground in front of them. "I-I'm sorry" y/n whispered, trying to put on her best apologetic tone and face on. "Huh?" Albert hummed, "I'm sorry..I won't tell anyone I promise please just let me go" she said as tears welled up in her eyes. Albert didn't believe her though "no can do honey I'm sorry..you're gonna tell someone I know when you're lying" he chuckled. "Ple-please I promise I won't"

Albert leaned forwards and placed his hand on y/ns cheek lightly caressing it. Y/n looked up at her uncle a confused and uncomfortable look on her face. "I'm sorry t-"

"Al! Where the hell are you!" Max shouted, albert quickly moved his hand from y/n's cheek to her mouth. He knew she'd scream. "Don't say a word or I'll gut you both" Albert whispered before standing up and shouting. "One second!" Before walking back upstairs and locking the door behind him.

"I'm sorry about y/n" Amy said as she sat down on her brothers bed. Bruce was currently curled up on his bed, crying...well he was crying he had no more left. He had cried all day and night, hoping he'd wake up and y/n would still be there. He blamed himself, he should've just asked her to stay over. "It's my fault" Bruce whispered as he buried his head into his mattress. "It's not" Amy said placing her hand on Bruce's back. "It is Amy it really is..I should've let her stay over or made mom take her home" bruce said tears finally falling down his cheeks for the first time in hours.

"They'll find her, I know they will" Bruce was really hoping they would, but he knew the odds. He knew they might never find her ever. He knew in a few months if they didn't find her they'd give up, and then another kid would go missing, and that would make the little bit of hope that she was alive go away. Everyone knew once another kid went missing the previous was dead. Once billy showalter went missing everyone knew griffin was dead, and the same once vance was taken. "Are you sure?! Cause everyone said the same with griffin, billy, and Vance. Where the hell are they! They're dead."

"Y/n's not gonna die..she strong you know that" yeah y/n was strong...but the grabber was a grown adult. Y/n could beat moose but an adult? That was near impossible. "She could beat up moose not a grown man amy" Bruce whispered. Amy rolled her eye, how could her brother just give up so fast. Amy knew y/n, she knew she'd be able to kill the grabber. She just knew it.

Gwen blake had dreamt up a lot of clues in the last 24 hours. Her brother Finney had been pretty distraught about y/n's disappearance. Finney and y/n had been friends Finney has liked y/n a lot, he talked about her just as much as he talked about Donna. Finney locked himself in his room and cried all night. Gwen really didn't know if he was sad because another kid went missing or because it was y/n who had gone missing. Her most recent dream was about the basement again. She was pissed that Jesus was giving her the same dream again. Gwen just wanted to help and Jesus was in the way of that.

"Jesus what the fuck" she said as she sat in front of her doll house with her bible, cross, and rosary sat in front of her. "I mean what the fuck, first you're giving me these clues that don't make any sense at all and now you're repeating them!" She cursed. Maybe her dreams weren't real, maybe her dad was right, and they were just her brain making up things to make her feel better about the disappearances. Maybe Jesus wasn't real, maybe he wasn't really giving these dreams as clues and she was just crazy.

She didn't want to believe that y/n was dead, she knew if she was dead Finney would be devastated. She didn't want her brother to be sad anymore, she hated seeing Finney sad. He stayed locked up in his room, the only sounds coming from his room were sobs. She knew a similar situation was happening at the yamada house hold. Amy had told her, Bruce didn't even want to eat.

Gwen thought the grabber looked a lot like y/n's uncle. Yeah she only saw albert Shaw a handful of times but the guy she saw in her dream has the same length hair, and wore similar clothing. She also knew that albert owned a black van. But why would albert take his own niece. Everyone knew albert absolutely adored his niece, they were more like father, and daughter than y/n was with her own dad. Alberts van did look a lot like the van in her dream. And she couldn't deny the striking resemblance. Same hair color and length. But why would he even think of kidnapping y/n, why would he need to.

Maybe she found something or someone she wasn't supposed to.

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[ageofbarbarians]

Pull Over // J.M.K

AgeOfBarbarians

A/N: this was an old Harry fic of mine. I’m so sorry if there are any name typos im pretty sure i got them all though

Summary: Y/N goes on a date with Josh. They decide to take a little drive and have a picnic

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (m&f receiving), Choking, Spanking, Edging

Word Count: 5.1K

M A S T E R L I S T

“You have to tell me everything about it. I don’t want any missing details! Do you think anything will happen?” Your best friend, Aluora, shouted excitedly through the phone. She had been your best friend since kindergarten but ever since you moved you haven’t seen her in a while. You two talked every day and it’s like nothing had ever changed even though you were on opposite sides of the country.

“I won’t I promise, but I don’t think so. I told myself I was going to take things slow. I told him that too. He hasn’t even kissed me yet! I mean I wouldn’t have minded because it’s just a kiss and I wanted to so bad but I’m not one to make the first move, you know that.” You shrugged. Your phone was set up against the sink and wall as you continued to get ready since you were on FaceTime.

“Wow what a gentleman. Most guys try to fuck after the first date. He must be a keeper.” Aloura laughed and you laughed with her.

“Tell me about it. I hope he is though. He’s one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met and god, he is so damn sexy.” You threw your head back at your last words and you could hear her laugh through the other end.

“Do you have any pictures of this mystery man? I still have yet to see what he looks like. You haven’t even told me his name!” She groaned. You grabbed your phone and went to his Instagram page and screenshotted a picture of him.

“Before I show you, you have to promise me you won’t freak out. I have no idea how it happened, but it did.” You point your finger at the screen and Aloura put both hands up in the air to show she wouldn’t.

You sent over the picture and as soon as it went through all you could hear was the loudest scream out could possibly imagine. You turned down the volume on your phone a few notches before she blew a speaker.

“Y/N, you’re fucking kidding me. Josh Kiszka!? You’re lying.” She shook her head in disbelief. Aloura was a huge fan of Greta Van Fleet's music which is one of the main reasons you didn’t tell her because you knew she’d freak out.

“I’m not lying. Again, I have no idea how it happened.” You continued to do your makeup, opening your mouth just so you could apply your mascara.

“Y/N, I need to meet all of them. Seriously like we have to go to a show or something.” She begged. You shook your head as you laughed at her pleading. You still had yet to see them perform but from your understanding, they were currently on a break from touring so they could work on new music. 

“They aren't even touring right now. But, depending on how all of this goes maybe I'll see what I can do...” You stood still for a minute trying to rack your brain of all of the possibilities.

"I can't believe you are seeing a member from my favorite band and you just decided to keep it from me. What kind of bullshit is that?" She questioned. You could see the stupid smile on her face and you knew she was freaking out internally but didn't want to show it. 

"Because I knew you'd react like this." You laughed. You were in the bathroom finishing the final touches on your hair and makeup waiting for your date to arrive. You smiled at the thought of being able to see Josh again. The two of you were going on a second date. Nothing too fancy, just going for a drive and possibly a picnic if the weather decided to clear up. You hadn't been in Michigan long but you were loving it so far. You only had a few friends here that you knew from high school since they moved for college but after you had graduated you just needed a change. Granted it was a few years since you had graduated, but better late than never right? 

You worked at a cafe that was down the street from your apartment and the money was good. You made a few friends through work but still had yet to hang out with any of them. You were a homebody and without Aloura here, things just weren't the same.  You still missed her more than anything. 

Right as you finished applying a thin layer of lip gloss you heard three knocks at the door. You gave yourself one last look over before turning off the light and exiting the bathroom to make your way to the front door.

“I gotta go he’s here. I love you!” You wave to Aloura and you end the FaceTime call. You took a deep breath, butterflies filling your stomach. You answered the door to see Josh standing there holding an assorted bouquet. Different types of white, yellow, orange, and pink flowers. You didn’t know what any of them were besides the sunflowers and daisies.

"Josh, you didn't have to get me flowers! You're too sweet." You grabbed them from him and stepped to the side so he could come into your apartment. You walked over to the small kitchen and tried to find a vase of some sort to put them into. You found a tall, skinny, black vase and filled it with water before setting the flowers inside to set on the counter. 

"Pretty flowers for a pretty girl. I couldn't just show up empty-handed. We’re you talking to somebody?" Josh shrugged casually and wrapped his arm around your waist before planting a small kiss on your cheek. You could feel your cheeks heat up at the small gesture as it took you slightly off guard since you guys haven't even shared a first kiss yet. Not that it was a huge deal, anyway, just a surprising gesture.

“Yeah, I was on the phone with my best friend. M’nervous to be honest.” You mumbled the last part. You played with your fingers for a moment waiting for a response from him.

“Nervous? What for?” He asked. There were plenty of reasons why you were nervous.

“I’m not sure.” You lied. Lying was never a good thing to start in a new relationship, or whatever this was, but you didn’t want to turn it into a whole thing.

You had just gotten out of a tough relationship a couple of months prior. One of your friends had introduced you to Josh and the two of you hit it off almost immediately. You told him from the very beginning that you wanted to take things slow, and he was doing just that. On your first date, the two of you went to a nice restaurant and got ice cream afterward. Even though you told him you wanted to take things slow, you were shocked he didn't kiss you after bringing you home. A kiss is just a kiss, anyway. 

"I packed some stuff for us. I thought maybe we could have a little picnic. Has the weather cleared up any? I haven't looked outside." You grabbed the small basket from the fridge and pulled it out. There was an assortment of sandwiches, chips, fruit, and even a bottle of wine with some glasses just to spice things up a little. 

"That sounds nice, mama. I have some blankets in the back of my car. But a little bit, yeah. It's still pretty cloudy outside but it feels nice. Should we go?" Josh nodded his head and grabbed the small basket from your hands so you wouldn't have to carry it. You nodded in response and grabbed your phone and purse before the two of you walked down to his car. 

"You know, I had an amazing time last weekend. I know I told you multiple times already but I genuinely did." You stared at your feet as you walked down the hall and eventually down the stairs since you lived on the second floor of your apartment building. 

"I did too. I'm really glad we're going out again. I wasn't expecting a picnic though, luckily I have a couple of extra blankets in my car." Josh opened the door and stepped to the side holding it open so you could go first. He followed right behind you and then made his way back next to you. 

"Did you get a new car?" You questioned as you went up to the passenger door you were going to open it yourself but Josh stopped you as he swatted your hand away.

"Hey now, that's my job. But yes, I did." He gave you a playful glare before shooting his signature grin at you. He opened the door for you and you hopped into the passenger seat. Josh got into the driver's seat and sat the basket down by your feet to make sure it didn't tip over.

You looked down at the pale yellow sundress with little daisies printed all over. It was one you had just bought recently and you figured this date would be perfect to wear it for the first time. It wasn't anything special but it was a new favorite piece that you added to your closet. You could feel Josh's eyes on you before he finally spoke up

"You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner." Josh scanned your body for a minute and the action alone sent chills down your spine. There was just something so intimidating about his gaze that you found it hard to make eye contact with him sometimes.

"You don't have to apologize, it's not like I was expecting any sort of compliment. But thank you." You blushed at his compliment and looked down at your feet. Josh pulled away from the curb and began driving towards the coast. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses that seemed to fit his face perfectly. He turned up the radio a bit and music played softly throughout the car. 

After driving for about fifteen minutes, the drive was filled with quiet music coming from the radio, but silence from the two of you. As you observed the scenery and you let him focus on driving. The wind had picked up which caused your dress to ride up slightly on your freshly shaven legs. Josh put his hand on your thigh and began to rub small circles with his thumb. The simple touch sent jolts of electricity through your body. He hadn't even done anything and he was already driving you crazy. You bit your lip before looking over at him, and he had the smallest smirk on his face, almost like he knew the effect he had on you. You observed his features from the side and scanned his body. He wore a white long-sleeve shirt with a pair of khakis and the outfit was accompanied by a pair of white Converse. The look was so simple yet he looked so insanely hot. His curly locks were blowing in the wind and every few minutes he would take his hand off the wheel and push them back, still keeping his other hand on your thigh. His hand moved up your thigh slightly, the dress moving over the top of his hand.

You looked back out the window to avoid any more wandering thoughts but they genuinely were getting the best of you. You had made a promise to yourself to take things slowly but there was just something about Josh that made you want to forget all of that. You trusted him fully, he hasn’t given you a reason not to. He was completely understanding of wanting to take things slow because of your past relationship and he never tried to break any of those boundaries thus far.

The thoughts never strayed though. You thought about what his fingers and mouth might feel like against your core, what his lips would feel like intertwined with yours. Everything about what his touch would be like took over your mind. 

You shifted in your seat and you could feel his eyes on you. A wave of heat crept to your core and you bit your lip again. All of the possibilities going through your mind.

We're going slow. You made a promise to yourself.

Josh's hand moved a little further, his fingers gripping your inner thigh and his thumb still rubbing small circles. Every time he would make a circle his thumb would slightly graze the inner part of your leg that meets your pelvic bone. You leaned your head to the side against the headrest and let out a shaky breath, hoping he wouldn't notice. You could feel your cheeks getting hot at the simple contact but he was just lighting you on fire. 

“Y/N I know you want to take things slowly but fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” His voice was deep and he adjusted in his seat, pulling on the material of his pants to relieve some of the stress.

“In a good way, I’m hoping?” You laughed softly and Josh laughed with you. You obviously could tell how frustrated he was with the way he adjusted himself.

“Yes. In a great way even. Frustrating, but in a good way.” He nodded and squeezed your thigh a little tighter this time. You put your hand over the top of his and move it closer to your core, assuming he’d gotten the hint.

"Tell me to stop, and I'll stop." He spoke quietly, but just quietly enough for you to hear him. His thumb grazed over your heat, slowly starting to rub small circles over the clothed damp center. He continued his slow, circular movements for a few minutes and every time he made a complete pass you could just feel yourself getting hotter. He looked over at you for a moment to gauge your reaction and your eyes fluttered closed.

"Don't stop." You shook your head and as you did, you could feel the dampness becoming more prominent and you knew he could feel it too. You hummed to yourself and let the overwhelming feelings just take control. You lifted your dress ever so slightly to reveal the black lace underwear you put on this morning. Josh's eyes went back and forth between your hips and the road. A small groan left his lips as he tried to observe the material as best as he could while still trying to focus on driving.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're going to make me crash this damn car.” Josh chuckled but never stopped his movements, if anything he sped them up. A soft moan left your lips that you were praying he heard just to get more of a rise out of him.

"Should I pull over somewhere? Say the word and I will." He asked swiftly, eyes going back and forth between you and the road again. You nodded your head but that wasn't good enough for him.

"I want to hear you say it. Do you want me to pull over?" His voice was low. You could hear the dominance in his voice and it was incredibly sexy. 

"Pull over." And without a second thought, Josh quickly pulled over down a dirt road. He sped up to get down faster and you hit a pretty private field. There wasn't anybody around and it was almost like he knew this was here. Maybe it was just sheer luck. Or was that his plan? 

Josh faced his car towards the flowery field. The sight itself was gorgeous but it was the last thing you could focus on right now.

Josh threw the car into park and turned off the ignition. He undid both your seatbelts and focused all of his attention on you. His fingers moved over your clothed entrance again, teasing you at every chance he could get.

"Please don't be a tease, Josh." You moaned, shifting your hips to gain more friction against his hands. His movements would go at a slow, steady pace before he would speed them up again and repeat the process all over again. 

"Let's get out, yeah?" Josh opened his door before rushing over to your side and opening your door for you. He put one arm behind your back and the other underneath your legs before lifting you out. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics but also at how needy he was. Granted you wanted this more than anything but you were hiding it more than Josh was. 

He brought you to the front of the car and sat you on the hood. It wasn't hot but it was warm enough to make your legs sweat a little. It was a nice heat, but from how hot and bothered you were it definitely wasn't helping.

"Are you sure you want me on the hood of the car? You said you just got it." You questioned. Josh positioned his body between your legs and brought one of his hands to the back of your neck.

"That's exactly where I want you, darling." He smirked before his lips crashed down onto yours. You took in a deep breath through your nose as the action caught you slightly off guard. Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned a little more into the kiss. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, requestion permission to enter. You opened your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to slip in, both of yours fighting for dominance. At the same time, a groan rumbled from his chest as a moan escaped yours.

Josh's lips moved from yours to your cheek, to your neck, and down towards your collarbones, sucking and biting a little harder in some places that you knew were bound to leave lilac marks. With every kiss, he just kept sinking lower and lower until he was on his knees in front of your clothed core. He bunched up your dress at your waist and placed his fingertips at the sides of the lace underwear.

"Y/N, I mean it, tell me to stop at any point and I will. If anything gets too rough or you're uncomfortable just tell me."

"I want you to do anything but stop. Please." You whimpered. His eyes flashed a darker shade before he ripped the lace right off your hips. The tear created a slight sting against your skin and you hissed a little.

"Josh, those were my favorite!" You whined. 

"I'll buy you more, I promise." He smirked as one of his hands made contact with your heat. Arousal pooled between your legs with every little touch he made and it was clear that he knew it was because of him. His thumb made circles against your bundle of nerves and the small bit of pressure caused a moan to escape past your lips.

"I wanna taste you, darling." He whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

"Please," was all you could say before his mouth attacked your core. A lengthy moan escaped your lips at the fact he had finally made some sort of contact with you. He sucked on your bundle of nerves causing your legs to shake slightly. You're pretty sure he noticed as his arms wrapped around them to keep you as still as he could.

"Fuck, Josh," You moaned as Josh licked a long slow strip up your core. Your hands moved to his hair and you tugged slightly which earned a groan from him that vibrated against you. His fingers teased your entrance before he entered one finger, curving it upwards to hit the spot you didn't even know existed. A louder moan left your lips as he pumped one of his fingers in and out of you before adding another one. You looked down at him to see all of the dirty things he was doing to you. Right as you looked down at him you noticed that his eyes were already focused on you, observing every breath, moan, and whimper you made under his touch. 

"Shit, I think I'm going to cum, fuck, Josh, don't stop," You gasped as you felt the familiar feeling beginning to spiral in your stomach. You threw your head back and let out a series of moans. Before you could even feel the release of your climax, Josh halted all of his movements, removed his fingers, and stood up. His hands cupped your face before planting a slow kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself against him before he pulled away and planted a small kiss on the tip of your nose. 

"How about some wine, yeah?" Josh smirked as you stared at him in disbelief. Was he seriously just about to leave you like this?

"W-what the fuck?" That was all you could manage to say. You genuinely were at a loss for words. What the fuck is this?

Josh walked over to the back of his car and grabbed a couple of blankets that he had mentioned he had and started to set them up as you just sat on the hood of his car in disbelief. As he sat down on the blankets he began to take the wine and glasses out of the basket. 

You hopped off the hood of the car and sat down next to Josh as he poured some wine for the both of you. He handed you yours first as you glared at him and you pretty much chugged the glass from frustration. Not that it was something you shouldn't get pissed about, but you were livid. 

"What's the matter, mama?" Josh had a stupid grin on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. You grabbed the bottle of wine from his hands and poured yourself another glass, drinking this one just as fast as the other.

"Oh nothing, just having the worst experience of getting denied what was probably going to be the best orgasm of my entire life. What the fuck do you think is wrong Josh?" You shot at him. You rolled your eyes and faced the field and watched the way the flowers and grass swayed with the breeze. You felt one of his hands grab your jaw and he turned your head towards him.

"The best, eh?" He smirked and you couldn't help but roll your eyes again.

"At this point, make it the worst." You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. You made eye contact with Josh and he had a serious look on his face with one of his brows raised. You knew you hit a nerve. 

You felt one of Josh's hands wrap around your arm and pull you up, practically dragging you toward his car. He walked around to the front and pushed you down over the top of the hood of the car. You felt your dress bunch up around your hips and your arms were forced behind your back, leaving your chest and your head pressed up against the hood. Josh's lips attacked your heat again only for a moment before he gripped your dainty wrists with one of his hands. You heard the zipper of his jeans and knew he was lowering his jeans. He pushed them down to about the middle of his thighs and he teased your slick folds with the tip of his cock.

"Fuck Josh, please don't be a tease I hate that shit." You groaned. 

"Do you really deserve my cock so easily? Especially after your little tantrum?" Josh continued his antics and you rolled your eyes.

"It wasn't a tantrum, it's just bullshit that you-- oh fuck," It was only seconds after the words left your mouth that you felt him stretching you out and a long moan escaped your lips at his size. He was honestly bigger than you were expecting him to be.

Josh's pace started slow, giving you some time to adjust to him but it wasn't long before his thrusts became sharper and quicker. You so badly wanted to just run your hands all over his body and watch all of his movements but it didn't seem like it was going to happen since it didn't seem like he was going to let go of your wrists anytime soon.

"We'll see about this being the worst, mama," Josh whispered in your ear before sending another sharp thrust into you. A loud whimper left your mouth and your moans were almost becoming pornographic. He had a perfect rhythm going and it didn't seem he was going to let up anytime soon. His thrusts were intense and hard, not giving you any mercy. 

He let go of your wrists but one of his hands came up and wrapped itself around your throat. He didn't apply any pressure since he wasn't sure if you were okay with it but your next words nearly sent him over the edge.

"Choke me, Kiszka." 

His hand squeezed around your throat and you gasped at the feeling, a smile playing across your lips. You looked ahead at the field and you bit your lip almost hard enough to break the skin

Being choked was one of your favorite things but nobody could ever seem to do it right or they were just too scared to hurt you. You liked the pain and you didn't mind if you even had bruises, in the end, it was just a nice reminder of the time you had.

It was almost like he was reading your thoughts as you felt a hard smack across your ass, sending out another loud moan. Josh reached his free hand down and began rubbing fast circles on your clit. Tears brimmed your eyes from the feelings being so overwhelming. You were in a complete state of euphoria and if you could, you'd have this moment last a lifetime. 

Josh pulled your back against his chest and you brought your head back against his shoulder and tried your hardest to look at him. Your vision was slowly going in and out from him choking you, but somehow it was just even more arousing. His hand released from around your throat and you gasped for air, the stars that were clouding your vision starting to disappear.

"Such a good girl, " Josh groaned as he slowed his pace, trying to elongate the moment in any way that he could. His thrusts were still sharp and it was nearly perfect with every spot he was hitting.

"Oh my god." You gasped. As the familiar feeling of your climax started to bubble in your stomach, you could feel yourself tightening around him.

"Fuck, if you don't stop clenching around me I won't last much longer," Josh groaned as he threw his head back.

"Shit, please let me cum, Josh, please! I'm so close," You begged. Josh's movements sped up as you pleaded.

"Cum for me, darling," He whispered in your ear and that was all you needed before you exploded around him. You cried out his name as he kept moving quick circles on your clit, riding you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Josh groaned and you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier.

"I want to taste you," You whined as you finally came to. You felt Josh pull out of you and you stood up before dropping to your knees. He was much bigger than you were anticipating. Your lips wrapped around his slick head and teased him before slowly sinking down on his length, your tongue running along the underside of him. You used your hand for the rest that you couldn't fit into your mouth and started to pick up your pace.

"Look at you and those pretty little lips around my cock," Josh hissed and his dirty words made you moan. You could feel him twitch and you just knew he was going to cum soon. You quickened your pace and played with his balls with your free hand, causing a loud moan to escape from him. You took his length as far back into your throat as you could which released an a loud groan from him. You looked up at him with innocent eyes which only seemed to weaken him.

"Shit, Y/N, I'm-," Josh groaned again and you felt his length twitch inside your mouth as the warm, salty liquid shot down the back of your throat. You continued to suck him off, trying to get every last little bit of him that you could. 

You pulled him out of your mouth with a 'pop' and licked a slow, teasing stripe against his length before standing to your feet. You grabbed onto Josh's arms since you were unsteady and he let out a small laugh.  Your dress fell back down hitting the middle of your thighs and Josh pulled up his boxers and jeans, adjusting himself. His hands came up and cupped themselves against both sides of your face before he placed a slow, passionate kiss against your lips. His tongue intertwined with yours slowly and you melted into his gentle touch.

"Let's get you home and cleaned up, yeah? Do you wanna come back to mine?" He whispered as he barely pulled away from you, noses touching.

"Only if I can get more of you," You whispered back, tangling your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck and tugging back slightly to expose more of his neck before you started planting a mark on his jaw just below his ear. He let out a shaky breath and his hands gripped around your ass.

"Ready for round two already?" He smirked, letting you leave a mark on him. It was only fair since he left multiple on you.

"After that? I'll never get enough of you." You whispered in his ear before turning away to grab all of the belongings that you left a little way down the beach. Josh wasn't far behind you as he grabbed the blankets and shook off all of the sand before folding them up. You walked back to the car and he was quick to open the door for you before he got in himself. He put the keys in the ignition and his car purred to life. Before he started to pull away he leaned over a placed a firm kiss against your lips.

"How about we go back and I fuck you properly this time?" He whispered in your ear before tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. You faced him as a wicked grin flashed across his face and his eyes filled with lust. You bit your lip and nodded your head, leaving you at a loss for words.

After tonight, you were going to be absolutely wrecked. 

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[lohstandfound]

okay no im thinking about my vampire chloe and jake au again. this started getting a little long so

they grew up thick as thieves. nothing is going to change the fact that jake and chloe probably know each other better than anyone else. of course they do. jake was the only one who knew chloe's big secret

then of course she saves his life and, by extension, completely changed his life for better or worse (and went back on the one big promise she made when they were kids)

i like to think that turning jake was the first time chloe had ever bitten someone (she's thirteen can she really expect to get away with biting someone?). but know she knows that she has it in her to actually bite someone...

jake has been a vampire for a handful of years and still refuses to bite someone. sure, there are some perks to being a vampire. the speed, the strength, the not really needing human food. but the sun is awful (which sucks because he loves summer and the beach and all that) and he decided to never question exactly where chloe's parents get the blood bags from. he doesn't want to bite anyone

of course, they still go through those rocky patches in their relationship, putting it simply. the conflicting feelings due to the events that altered their relationship. they start dating, and somehow that makes things worse. one of the things that commonly happens during, particularly bad, fights is chloe reminding jake that "You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me. I saved your fucking life." maybe sometimes jake shoots back with "Maybe you should have just left me to die."

there's this weird thing where jake feels like he could never repay chloe, nothing would ever be enough. even if being like this was not what he wanted. he never wanted this life. this life was for the valentines. not for him

halloween happens and before anyone can stop him, jake is running back for rich and chloe is screaming after him. he doesn't listen. they have something in common, they wouldn't dare let someone they love die when they can do something about it

rich is never awake when jake goes to visit him. he could never decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. maybe it would be a good thing because if rich were awake, he might notice the look on jakes face (and rich knows him so well, every small change never seems to go unnoticed from rich's eyes) and jake imagines how that scenario would go: rich would ask him what he's thinking about and he wouldn't take 'nothing' or 'its not important' as an answer, he'd call bullshit on every lie jake tried to spin. and jake wouldn't be able to help but tell him the truth that "I want to make you like me so that I know you can't die on me." but he won't. rich doesn't wake up and jake never admits it out loud (can he even turn anyone? he doesn't know).

maybe rich and jake are still on rocky terms when rich finds out jake isn't human anymore. maybe jake pushed chloe away after halloween, stopped showing up at the valentine's like usual. (carmen and sebastian valentine ask "what happened to jakob?" and "why doesn't Jakob come around anymore?" and "it's been a while since jakob's been over, is everything okay?" and "we're getting worried about Jakob, you should tell him to come and visit. we have things to give him"). jake's run out of the blood bags from chloe's parents and he hasn't eaten in a while. he's been snapping more at almost everyone. (chloe tries to talk to him and rich thinks its because of him, but jake has been pushing everyone away lately so they can't be sure). jake might not know rich, but rich certainly knows jake. and, god, rich cant stand being pushed away without being given a chance (jake can be mad at him, and rich wouldn't blame him if jake never stopped being mad at him. he just wanted a chance to apologise). jake is hungry and rich is just there trying to talk to him. jake is trying to stay as far away from rich as possible, inching towards a door to make his escape. he doesn't want to bite rich, he doesn't want to be a monster (he'd said that once before, and that definitely caused a fight between him and chloe).

rich is pleading for jake to talk to him and jake is covering his mouth and nose, shaking his head. jake backs away every time rich tries to get closer and god that hurts but rich backs jake into a corner. he's trying to be careful, he's trying to be gentle. it happens so fast that neither of them can explain what happened. a momentary lapse of control before rich is on the floor and jake is on the other side of the room. rich can still feel the sensation of jake being so close to his neck. confessions begin to tumble from jake's mouth. he's shaking, he's scared, he's starving. rich is slow, and hesitant. very very hesitant. he creeps closer to jake who flinches when he realises just how close rich has gotten. rich's voice is soft, jake hasn't heard that softness in so long. rich offers to let jake feed off him.

brooke and chloe have a lot to mend as well. one of the things they start with is being completely honest with each other. something they haven't been in a long time. (or maybe never in chloe's case, hiding such a big secret from someone so important to her. she's terrified of losing brooke, she was terrified of losing jake). its a long heart to heart, a long awaited heart-to-heart after chloe spent so long refusing to apologise. they spill secrets they never shared, things they never had the courage to say. brooke could tell there was something chloe wanted to say. it was sitting on the tip of her tongue, waiting to come out. brooke knew better than to outright demand chloe do something, so she tried to coax it out of her gentle. it's nothing like telling jake, (and its nothing compared to how rich found out). but chloe tells her. brooke thinks she's lying. brooke gets mad. she blows up at chloe, yelling at her for how ridiculous this lie is and why can't chloe be honest? how can she trust chloe if chloe can't tell the truth? chloe sits there and takes it. she waits until brooke's quiet before she stands. she takes brooke's hand and gently leads her to the mirror. she stands behind brooke as they look at their reflections.

or brooke's reflection.

"Oh shit..." is brooke's quiet response.

brooke turns around and looks at chloe. she takes a really good look at chloe. she carefully brushes chloe's hair out of her face. it's such a soft gesture yet chloe is still terrified. but brooke just smiles.

"I just hope you ask before biting me."

[17gz]

it still baffles me that i knew this friend for 6 fucking years and we had a convo abt their partner that lasted over 8 hours where they fully acknowledged all the bullshit their partner puts them through where even I LEARNED SHIT THEIR PARTNER DID TO THEM... they even acknowledged that every single person in their life hates their partner. to the point that it made them cry. they had so long to break up with that person so that we could renew our lease and fix shit. we all made it clear that the living situation depended on their relationship with that person and that we could not continue living with them.

(little break here to say: we were originally planning on splitting the rent 4 ways when their partner got evicted. we had an ENTIRE CONVO ABOUT THIS. it would have been abt $775 per person which is IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND IN NYC. i knew their partner was having a hard time financially so i said maybe they could contribute max $500 per month, closer to $200-$250 per month whether thats covering utilities, or groceries, or making someone elses rent easier to pay. i said i was VERY comfortable meeting them where they were as long as it was above $100 a month. which is fucking reasonable for an able bodied employed person. which this person was. and they talked alllll this big shit abt usually paying $1500 for rent but being in a tough financial position. and no matter how many times i said "thats unreasonable, thats out of all of our budgets, lets stick to something under $500 and start with that to make this work" they REFUSED to listen. and then ended up paying ABSOLUTELY NOTHING FOR THE FOUR MONTHS THEY STAYED THERE RENT FREE MOOCHING.)

this person did not contribute a fucking cent for any of us. this person actively made OUR SPACE a fucking hellish nightmare to live in and made it SO FUCKING HOSTILE. CONSTANTLY RACIST AND HOMOPHOBIC AND TRANSPHOBIC AND FATPHOBIC.... literally a closeted terf

and when it came down to making a decision. when there were months leading to weeks to days where you'd been aware of all of this and we were all waiting for you to rip the bandaid off. you chose them over your friends who were there for you through literally everything.....

and they have the nerve to treat us like we're the villains in this..... im glad none of our friends are believing a word they've said... but jesus....

oh this isnt the first 2 people they've done this to btw...

we're 2 out of 4 ROOMMATES THIS SHIT HAS HAPPENED TO.....

like jesus christ you are a lost cause theres no help for you, you hit rock bottom every 5 minutes but refuse to acknowledge that you are the one causing all the problems and instability around you because other people can only take so fucking much...... emphasis on SO FUCKING MUCH.... i cant even fully describe all the shit i have seen + SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE SEEN.

YOU SEE A THERAPIST AND PSYCHIATRIST 4x A MONTH OUT OF POCKET AND YOU WONT EVEN TAKE YOUR MEDS BUT YOU LIE ABOUT TAKING THEM..................................

good lord i just cant believe i wasted 6 fucking years of my life trying to see the best in this person when 1) they would NEVER EVER do this shit for us and 2) THERE IS NO recognition of wrongdoing on their end. everyone is wrong but them. they're obviously the victim....

[mr-system-of-a-downer]

You seen the movie Falling Down?

It’s a 90s movie set in LA about a guy who loses his shit from the modern day and all the bullshit people have to put up with.

Or at least that was probably the intention, to make the protagonist somewhat relatable and sympathetic. He may hate Asians, but even he’s not a Nazi!

But watching it through a modern lens, it’s hard to feel sympathy because the inciting incident is loosing his job at a government agency. This shook him to his core and shattered his self worth.

Now, again Im speaking with 30 years of hindsight, this guy actually believed in the American Dream, and simply couldn’t believe something like that could happen to someone like him.

To my cynical self, that’s an obviously stupid thing to believe, but a lot of people still do.

yeah I here ya. Like the vast majority of people no matter how talented are at the end of the day expendable to their corporate overlords.

but so many people are taught that so long as they work hard enough, they’ll get everything they want. kinda bullshit when it comes to like, wealth attainment and financial stability when a lot of it is gatekeeped already by outside factors you have no control over. generational wealth is a big talking point for reasons because of the disparity between the haves and have nots. If your dad is some big wig executive than you’re probably guaranteed a high paying job out of the college he paid for.

So yeah seeing someone’s who plight is rather alien in the modern context of this ironic doom spiral nihilism we find ourselves in where we know nothing is for certain, means it’s just hard to relate, so I can’t help really blame you