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kalixora · 10 months

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Transformers 1 x reader

. Ngl I forgot abt it

Didn’t proofread

I followed the autobots to the boys home. Ironhide trailed behind me for the entire time. It was annoying. His spark will be the first I rip out once I find the allspark and deliver it personally to Lord Megatron.

His spark will be the first I rip out once I find the allspark and deliver it personally to Lord Megatron.

Sam's pheromones are everywhere; it's revolting. Do all humans get like that? That explains why the human female didn’t want to stay with Trent.

Optimus emitted a peculiar sound, transformed, and crossed into Sam's residence. Mikela tried to stop him, while Bumblebee transformed and tried to stop him as well. Ironhide transformed and slammed into the side of my vehicle.

I transformed and shoved him. “Do that again, and I’ll rip your helm off and shove it in your aft.”

“Oh, you pissed her off,” Jazz joked.

“It was rather unnecessary, Ironhide,” Racthet scolded him. Only to receive a dismissive wave.

With a growl, Ironhide glared at me with his optics. Returning the glare, I entered Sam's yard. "Autobot scum, such a waste of scrap."

When he saw all of us on his property, Sam became even more distressed. Which is strange because Trent's sire didn't appear to be bothered by me, but I was in my vehicle mode. Thus, I guess I can comprehend the fleshings' feelings.

Optimus crushed something beneath his pede (foot), causing the boy to yell in frustration. I crossed my restarlueus (arms) and grinned faintly. It's rather entertaining to watch the autobots being ordered to keep quiet, and they simply cannot comply with the boy's request.

“Do anything funny and I’ll kill you where you stand,” Ironhide grunted. I raised my servo and switched it into my cannon, shoving it into his helm.

“Why don’t I do an act right now.” I grimaced, shoving the so-called weapon specialist back a bit. I heard the medic and the tinier mech point their weapons at me. Bumblebee waved his servos signaling us to knock it off, he came up to us and shoved us both apart.

Bumblebee shook his helm side to side at me then turned to his comrades. I raised my optical ridge noticing a rodent making strange sounds at us. It then lifted its leg and let out lubricant on Ironhide’s pede (foot).

I laughed then covered my intake(mouth).

Ironhide grunted in disgust, flinging the rodent in the air slightly and pointed his guns at it. Sam shouted and picked up the rodent trying to shield it.

“You have a rodent infestation, shall I terminate?”

“No no no, this is not a rodent, he’s a chihuahua! This is my chihuahua, we love chihuahuas!” Sam frantically answered back.

“He leaked lubricantes all over my foot.” Ironhide grumbles.

“Oh, he peed on you? Bad Mojo, bad Mojo.” Sam says.

“Good Mojo.”

Ironhide fixed his gaze on me and huffed, putting his guns away. Sam looked between Ironhide and I then apologized to Ironhide again. “Sorry it’s a male dominance thing-“

Ironhide walked away from the boy complaining that his pede (foot) is going to rust. Sam quickly ran to his home and yelled at us to shut up and to go hide.

Optimus told the boy to hurry then told the autobots to recon.

I looked down at Mikela. “Mikela, what is that rodent chihuahua? Is it like your bigger rodent at your home?”

Mikela looked up at me, her face seemingly in a panic. “Uh- yeah, yeah, it’s a dog, and we have them as pets.”

“Ah, like a cybertrion hound, I understand,” I nodded my helm at her. Dogs were like the hounds from home, that makes better sense, they have similar characteristics.

Bumblebee moved away from me and crouched down to peer inside the Witwicky’s home. Optimus then gestured Mikela over and held his servo down for her to climb on. She got on while Optimus moved her to what I’m assuming to be Sam’s room. Optimus then told Sam to hurry.

This is embarrassing to watch.

Bumblebee came back towards me and transformed into his vehicle mode.

“I’m not a damn autobot.”

I noticed everyone else transformed into their vehicle modes. I shook my helm watching the pathetic insects. I should kill them now. Optimus then transformed back, going over to Sam’s window, Sam became annoyed by something and the prime began to become aggravated but apologized to the boy.

“Autobots fall back.”

The others changed yet again. I rolled my optics. Ratchet walked into something that led him to fall, and his big aft caused the electricity to go out in the vicinity.

The autobots were around Sam’s window practically dancing around trying to avoid something. I could hear the older human with the gut yelling at Sam. Optimus then told everyone to hide. While Bumblebee wriggled to avoid being seen by Sam's sire, I hunkered down next to him.

After he left, I changed my servo to a gun and pointed it in the direction of the boys' room. I sighed then changed my gun back to my servo. Bumblebee swatted it away and violently shook his helm.

“The parents are very irritating, can I take them out?”

“Ironhide. You know we don’t harm humans what is with you,” Prime scolded Ironhide.

“Well I’m just saying, we could. It’s an option.”

“I agree with the specialist Prime, the fleshlings are rather small and useless, killing them would be beneficial.”

“Humans deserve the right to make their own decisions, we don’t have the right to decide for them, harming them will do no good.”

They don’t harm humans? What a shame. I’ll harm the insect’s plenty enough later.

Optimus motioned for us to follow him while Sam and Mikaela went with his parents.

I changed into my vehicle mode and tailed Bumblebee. Sam appears to have glasses bearing the Allspark code; the only issue at hand is figuring out how to obtain it from the Prime. Enabling my com link would reveal my strategy, and I must win the trust of the autobots.

There was a light static through my radio. Someone was trying to contact me? I accepted the static line and heard Bumblebee. He's easier to understand this way for some reason.

Y/N: You really trust me that much?

Bumblebee: I trust that you’ll do the right thing

Y/N: I’ll do right for our home.

Bumblebee: With Megatron?

Y/N: He knows what he’s doing.

Bumblebee: So does Optimus.

Y/N: Dancing around a human? Like a fool.

Bumblebee: He wants the humans to be spared from our mistakes.

Y/N: Does it matter?

Bumblebee: It does. It was our fault our home was lost, the humans shouldn’t have to pay for our mistakes.

Y/N: Did Optimus tell you that?

Bumblebee: Is it obvious?

Y/N: Yes… what’s going on?

Bumblebee: Sam and Mikaela were taken by other humans.

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@ambermistwing @skylarstormheart

#x reader #x you #transformers #autobots #bumblebee x reader #tf bayverse #bumblebee #decepticons #starscream #transformers bumblebee #transformers bayverse #bayverse optimus prime #bayverse bumblebee #jazz #ironhide #ratchet #sam witwicky

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i-didnt-do-1t · 1 year

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I’d love to ask abt your thoughts on Skittery and hope for a writing prompt! (even if reading your writing on him having a terrible time is always something I look forward to)

Skittery prompt!! Thank you and I hope you enjoy :)

The cold was sharp and biting this time of year, frosting the edges of the windows with still snowflakes and icing the steps out the front of the Lodge house.

The metal rail of the fire escape was cold to the touch as well but Jack leant over it anyway, Skittery just hoped that his skin would pull away easy and not get stuck to it the same way Mush’s tongue had a couple years back.

He closed the window out to the fire escape quietly behind him in an attempt not to wake the others, either with a cold breeze permeating the already cold room or the bang of it slamming shut.

Jack looked around a little too fast to be casual at the shuffle of movement but Skittery didn’t comment on it, just pulled his nightshirt a little tighter around himself and wished he’d grabbed his coat, however thin it was.

“Can’t sleep Skitts?”

Skittery held both hands up. “You know me, Cowboy.”

Jack snorted and fished in his pocket for a pack of rolled cigarettes before offering them over.

Skittery hoped the heat of the smoke might warm him a little from the inside out.

“So what part of Sante Fe you dreaming of this time round?” He asked.

“Who says I’m dreamin’ bout Sante Fe?”

Skittery lit the end of his cigarette and held it in his mouth for a second as he stared Jack down before he exhaled smoke. “You really want me to answer that cowboy?”

Jack held his gaze, then looked back out over the city. “The moon is brighter there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Skittery took another drag of his cigarette and leant back against the brick wall behind him, and tried not to sound like an asshole, really tried. “How’d you know? You ain’t ever been there.”

Jack just shrugged.

“Just have a feelin’.” He paused, “Things have gotta be different there, better, y’know.”

For a moment, Skittery let the quiet night air settle around them, let the smoke warm his lungs and stared at the moon in the hopes that maybe he could see what Jack could see.

“How’d you pin all your hope on something you know ain’t real?”

“It is real, Skitts.”

“Something you ain’t seen then. I don’t- I don’t get it.”

It was Jack’s turn to let the silence sit.

“Gotta have something to hope for.”

“I ah- I ain’t great at that, I don’t think.” He tapped out ash.

“What you got nothing you want? Nothing you’re reachin’ towards?”

Skittery couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the phrasing, at the explicitness of it all. Something blunt and unsubtle.

“Obviously there’s stuff I want, a comfy bed, three meals a day, hot coffee in the morning. But I ain’t- I don’t believe I’m gonna get it. This- this is it for me, for us, forever. That’s the cards we been dealt and now we gotta deal with it.”

And Jack laughed, disbelieving and fond all at once. “No wonder you’re such a miserable bastard Skitts.”

“Nah, my folks were married.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jack sat back and rolled his right shoulder, “Tell me one thing you’s hopin’ for right now.”

“Cowboy-“

“C’mon there’s gotta be something.”

Skittery sent him the blankest stare he could summon and then rolled his eyes, inhaled another lung full of smoke and ignored how cold the end of his fingertips felt. “I’m hopin’ we win the strike.”

Jack’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah you an’ me both.” It was his turn to tap out the ash on the end of his cigarette. “You believe we’re going to?”

Skittery sent him another look. Jack rolled his eyes.

“C’mon Skitts, say it. We’re gonna win the strike.”

“Jack-“

“Say it.” He shuffled slightly to the left, enough that he was sitting blocking the window, and consequently the only entrance back into the warmth of the lodging house. “Gonna keep you out here all night if I have to till you say it.”

“Can’t all have our head in the clouds Cowboy, someone’s gotta be realistic-“

“Leave that to someone else for once.”

Skittery sighed, deep and exhausted and suddenly freezing now that his cigarette was burnt out.

“Jack-“

“Say it.”

He could feel his deadpan glare. It was having the opposite effect than intended considering Jack was grinning at him.

“Say it.”

God it was cold.

But Jack looked so hopeful.

The moon, distant and grey lit his face, gave him that glint in his eye that Skittery wished he could have.

“We’re gonna win the strike.”

Jack grinned and punched his shoulder. “We’re gonna win the strike!”

Skittery rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile too.

#newsies #jack kelly #skittery newsies

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ma1dita · 7 months

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okok catching up on troubleverse WHEWW and i have the perffff song for them, paired with the lyrics verse-for-verse and me screaming shrilly LMAOOO.

but this song is sosososo perf, like everything abt it from the lyrics to the singer's erratically paced singing to the general unhinged vibes and. IT SHARES A NAME WITH THE ENTIRE SERIES TOO OMG-- 'partner in crime' by madilyn mei!! i haven't listened to my folk indie queen for a hot minute but i had to pull it out from the dusty archive of my skull for u 😗😗

When you're gone I feel alone again / The voices cannot hold my hand / They keep me company at very best / Distract me from my loneliness

insanity mention?? dionysus the god of mania?? HELLOOOO CAN THOU HEAR ME [rattling at the bars of containment]

Maybe I'm just an anomaly / Even my demons have their families / Truly something must be wrong with me / To need you as much as I do

smth must be wrong with trouble to need luke as much as she does and vice versa smth smth okay like. i think the whole thing abt him being trouble's ESA from buddy system is saying enough 😭😭

I was never meant to win / [... maniacal laughing] SHUT UP!

THE LAUGHING AND THE MUTED SHUT UP HERE JUST GETS ME. straight chills, ik it didnt happen but during love like a blister if trouble screamed at the other counselors out of rage and the campers heard it the way it sounded in the song UGH. I WAS NEVER MEANT TO WIN. THEY DON'T EVER WIN BC LUKE HAS BEEN DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE OMFG.

Here's the reigns / Take ahold of me / Please don't let me go / You do the talking / Sew up my mouth if I can't keep it closed

BUDDY SYSTEM CODED when they're on the road trip bc the image just comes to mind instantly, like if they see questioning adults luke has to do the sweet talking bc trouble is lowkey a pro yapper and can't keep her mouth shut at all. AND 'here's the reigns take ahold of me' NO WORDS no words at all just vibes bc wdym. i just think that luke being vulnerable to trouble and talking abt his mom as if he were giving her the reigns to his personal life ermm.

Run for it / I'll keep em occupied for you / Cause I love you, I love you so

SOMEBODYS ANGEL SAVE ME SOMEBODYS ANGEL SAVE ME. trouble stepping into the battle with ladon to save luke, 'run for it i'll keep [LADON] occupied cause i love you i love so' I AM SICK. SOMEONE MAKE ME SOME CONGEE UGHHH.

I'm 'bout to die / Yet the only thing I find i'm worried about is you / Something tells me you aren't coming / Guess that I'm truly doomed

i saw ur synopsis of asking for trouble like. he's dying and the only thing he can think abt. is trouble??? r u kidding me? and then trouble supposedly pleading his case with the olympians in the as above so below synopsis DONT TELL ME that trouble is gonna be too late for luke and so he dies thinking that she still hates him (based off what im assuming from the when the curtains close synopsis, 'all strings r cut' WDYM??)

I overhear your brain when it's close to mine / Oh, I know that we're not the same / My heart's on the line / I'm just a pawn in your game / Not your partner in crime

JO THEY R SUPPOSED TO BE PARTNERS IN CRIME HELLO. solipsism c'mere i just wanna talk bc drunk!trouble seeing luke from a different timeline and KNOWING HE'S REALLY THERE BUT IT ISNT HIM = 'i overhear your brain when it's close to mine / oh, i know that we're not the same' THEY ARE ON DIFFERENT WAVELENGTHS IN THE MOST LITERAL SENSE POSSIBLE WITH TIME in this essay i will--

You're slowly killing me / Taking your- (I was never meant to win)

luke to kronos, the titan is slowing killing him from the inside out the longer he's possessing luke. HE WAS NEVER MEANT TO WIN UGH. i need to put maddie and u in affectionate jail bc ASDFGHJKL goodbye i am finished. troubleverse is sososoo evil, like this is srsly what everyone else feels when they read jubi bc if it is i am so sorry for everything.

to conclude jo, ily but i also am gobsmacked with my mouth hanging wide open and catching flies bc this whole thing is unbe-fucking-lieveable. the way u built their whole ass relationship from the ground up and swung a baseball bat into it like ok i need to take a business month to process this for reasons known and unknown, my bags r packed up at the airport, who cares abt my chem grade, it is sabbatical time WHEWW

THEOOOOO IM SCREAMING UNTIL MY HEAD EXPLODES THE SONG REC IS SO GOOD??? how tf did i miss that

i am so happy that you made the troubleverse part of your day it is an honor to have you connect the dots from your perspective and see how everything is playing out!! you in my brain ill make you congee BAHAH you've been the only one to put some of the dots together for the final arc (or at least voice it, thank you for being brave) and i will neither confirm nor deny but your analysis is pretty spot on for someone who binge read it today thank you so much!!

study for chem no rest for the weak >:( love youu

#જ⁀➴ jo answers !#feedback that made jo scream #trouble!verse #mooties: theo ! (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

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thir13enghosts · 5 months

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Do you think any of the women are feminist or support feminism? I know for a FACT Royce is drinking "Respect Women Juice" all day everyday

uhhh kind of? i mean i feel like the only one who actively considered/called herself a feminist would've been jean, coming from the vantage point of being from the late 2000s - early 2010s and having more access to feminist material (both from the past and the present) compared to everyone else

as for the others...

(also disclaimer: i'm going with My versions of the ghosts which tend to differ a bit from canon. just roll with it)

billy michaels: billy was like at most 10 years old when he died. he was probably still in his "ewww girls have cooties" phase. he had no concept of feminism.

jimmy gambino: ngl to you, not really lol. i mean he more or less supported women both then and now (at the very least he wasn't Actively misogynistic, which is the bare minimum), but at the same time i feel like he's the type to call a woman he Just met "sweetheart" or "honey" so yeah. he says stupid shit every now and then, but he'll also listen to you when you call it out and make the effort to not do that again (or at the very least not do it in front of you). might roll his eyes or even laugh at you at first, but he'll still make the effort. like the guy's not perfect by any means but. he's trying.

dana newman: that's a complicated one. on one hand, dana strikes me as someone who probably dealt with a Lot of internalized misogyny, and this goes for both my version & the canon version. probably lowkey prided herself on (whilst also hating herself for) her attempts at being a "good woman" which was basically: keep your head down, keep your legs crossed, keep your mouth shut, remember the man is always right, and maybe this time he'll be nicer to you. hasn't really worked for her so far, but third fourth fifth time's a charm! but on the other hand, i also think that dana was at least Aware of the feminist movements taking place during her time (the 1960s) and likely supported feminist goals, even if she never voiced it out loud. like she wanted to believe that things might get better for her and other women but didn't really hold out much hope for it Actually happening.

royce clayton: i feel like he was better than most boys his age when it came to Not Being Shit To Women (which...unfortunately isn't saying much considering this is the 1950s we're talking abt here), but i don't think he thought much abt feminism itself aside from whatever he might've heard on the news or from the papers. he's kinda like jimmy where he'll say something kinda Ehhh every now and then, but he'll also listen to you when you call it out and make the effort to not do that again. his mamá taught him to be respectful after all, and even after all this time, even after all the ways being a ghost has changed his personality, he doesn't wanna let her down.

susan legrow: kind of? like if you told her some feminist talking points without telling her they were feminist talking points, she'd probably agree with them, but she definitely wouldn't have called herself a feminist. remember, susan was around during the reagan administration; she probably only knew feminists as the stereotype of like bitter, man-hating, lonely Bitches with hairy pits (oh the HORROR!!! /s) and harsh voices and no sense of humor who at best were trying to ruin everyone's fun and at worst were actively trying to Exterminate All Men. it was very much like "tbh that does make a lot of sense...but if i started talking Like That, then no guy would wanna go out with me and i want guys to go out with me! that's definitely what i actually want for myself after all and not just me imitating what i've been taught all Normal Girls want!"

isabella smith: feminism wasn't a Thing during her time. however, i imagine she did have somewhat progressive views for her time (which was probably part of why she was so ostracized), and i do feel like if feminism as a term/social movement was Around back then, she definitely would be a feminist

amelia shelburne: i feel like amelia had Heard the word "feminism" and maybe even had an idea of what goals feminism was striving for (at the time), but idk how much she really knew abt it—mostly bc i still go back and forth on how much she knew abt life outside the circus she & her mother travelled with in general. and even then i feel like she was probably a passive supporter at most, like "that sounds great and i wish them luck but i've got Other Things to worry abt"

margaret shelburne: no but in a very resigned kind of way? as far as margaret was concerned, this feminism idea was for the """normal""" women in the big cities, not for a "circus freak" like herself.

george markley: i don't think george would've identified as a feminist, but that's not to say that he would've been a misogynist. i do think that he at the very least thought that women should be respected as the fellow human beings they are. however the feminism movement that was going on during the time that the markleys lived and died was first wave feminism, and first wave feminism was primarily focused on the rights of white women. intersectionality—such as considering the plight of women of color or working class women and how that would further impact their experience with misogyny—wasn't a priority at the time. and since both george and his wife (i've been thinking her name was ruth) were working class black ppl living in rural late 1800s virginia, they weren't ppl that a lot of popular first wave feminists would make space for.

lenore howlett: no bc part of being a feminist requires caring abt other women/other ppl in general and lenore just...doesn't.

horace mahoney: oh fuck no, absolutely not. horace doesn't see women as people—he sees women as machines with parts that he can disassemble and put back together as he pleases. literally.

#thir13en ghosts #character info.#asks #blackbutlerfandomnerddomain #also this has been in my drafts for over a year now i am SO sorry

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escapism-express · 6 months

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a few somethins abt zan

yah… so hi! i’m zan :)

i’m 21 & from the Southern US, though i swear something in me was meant to be in Scotland…

i use a stupid amount of ellipsis, can’t decide if i want to punctuate or capitalize correctly, and get nervous around shitty grammar (makes sense, right?)

i have the mouth of a sailor, soul of a stoned grandma, ridiculous little house wife habits, and attitude for daaaaaaaays.

my fandom membership card is currently active in the following communities:

The WW of Harry Potter (all eras & no support for JKR, duh)

The Hobbit & Lord of The Rings

Star Wars

Marvel

Maas Verse (ACOTAR - I'm working my way through TOG rn)

Outlander

there are definitely more that I'm currently too stoned to remember but those are the mains anyways. i don't write currently, though I really want to start so y'all can be my lab rats 😉

being a dreamer is my main personality trait, but I can guarantee lots of ranting & shitposting regarding other things I like and/or don't like to do so here's a few more things abt me :)

I'm a spoonie for life, this December will be 9 years since I was diagnosed 💙

I have a longterm partner who we'll call Snoopy - he boarded this shit show about 8 years ago & doesn't plan on disembarking 🫶

I have zero sense of self preservation. my philosophies are to "fuck around & hope you don't find out" & that my life is a video game so I'm just along for the ride lmao

I firmly believe that therapy is for everyone, I personally go every week & am medicated.. I will SCREAM this shit if it means someone else will feel more comfortable & confident going

COFFEE IS A REQUIREMENT FOR LIVING (I'm a caffeine addict)

I'm currently attempting to figure out my spiritual alignments but I fucks with energies & nature a lot 🧙‍♀️

I like... plants... 🍃💨 - a lot

I keep music playing almost 24/7 to keep away the ✨voices✨

I have no filter, I will tell you anything & everything or nothing at all

any of that feel like you? follow meeeeeeeeee I need friends :)

okay now for the obligatory blog disclaimers:

this is an 18+ blog - minors will be blocked 🔞

I have a zero tolerance policy for bigots - we don't fuck with homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, ablism, or discrimination of any kind. you will be reported, dragged, and blocked.

I WILL be talking about sensitive topics, whether it's fandom or real world related there will be triggering material on this blog. I will do my best to label everything as accurately as possible but if I miss something please KINDLY let me know :)

I piss a lot of people off. my views are not widely accepted in the current climate of the south but I will not shut up. however, you can. so if you don't like me, go ahead & rest assured that I do not care 🖕🫶

once again there's probably more stuff I meant to say that I've now forgotten but my brain is jello sO we're gonna call it good.

stay tuned for... stuff(?) ...I have no real plan here.

anywhore.. have a good day, lovelies!

xoxo, zan 🫶

#get to know me #disclaimer #second post #mental illness #chronic illness #bisexual #kindawitchy #dark humor #herewego #harrypotter #the hobbit #lotr #star wars #marvel #acotar #outlander #okaythatsenoughtags

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troglobite · 2 years

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asldkjfs

haha guess today isn't a day where i can talk to or hang out with my mom!!!!

my stupid fucking laptop fell off my bed and broke its own charger--AGAIN.

this time it BENT THE FUCKING PRONGS ON THE ACTUAL CHARGER.

and i'm tired, on my period, and uncomfortable and crabby.

so i go out to complain to my mom and ask for help

she immediately says do you want to look for a new charger

the thing is I'VE ALREADY DONE THAT BEFORE

i spent DAYS looking for a charger for my stupid piece of shit macbook pro that is 1. compatible 2. lasts forever 3. doesn't randomly start fires

and i decided

this is too much money and not worth the pain in the ass

i'll just get another fucking apple charger. this one lasted fine, it's whatever.

except it gets here and it REEKS OF GASOLINE as MANY apple products have since fucking 2016!

i clean and clean and clean it to get rid of the smell and it NEVER GOES AWAY so we have to fucking return it

so she asks me

do i wanna look for another charger

no, i don't

i spent all that time and money on it before only to keep using the charger that was already "broken" anyway all this time

it's slightly more broken now but will still be functional

so no, i DON'T want to look for a charger when i am TIRED, CRABBY, ON MY PERIOD, AND DEEPLY PHYSICALLY UNCOMFORTABLE

but me expressing that? as best i can when i am TIRED AND HAVING DIFFICULTY WITH WORDS?

well apparently that's me "discounting everything she says"

so i try to fucking talk to her as she uses tools to straighten out the prong on the charger

and she just ignores me

she won't say ANYTHING

SHE FUCKING IGNORES ME THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME NO MATTER WHAT I SAY

so i go to the bathroom and avoid HER

and it's fine, it's mostly straight now, it works

so i have to fucking text her to ask if she's mad at me for breaking the fucking charger

no, she says, "you just discount everything i say so i just have to keep my mouth shut"

WHICH IS WHAT SHE DOES WHENEVER SHE'S MAD AT SOMETHING FUCKING ELSE AND NOT ME BUT DECIDES TO TAKE IT OUT ON ME FOR EXISTING AND BEING UPSET ABOUT SOMETHING

so i explain to her, IN DETAIL, why me being IRRITATED AND DISAGREEING WITH HER ONE FUCKING QUESTION ABOUT LOOKING FOR A NEW CHARGER IS NOT THE SAME AS DISCOUNTING EVERYTHING SHE FUCKING SAYS

and she doesn't respond. at all. nothing. she won't talk to me.

so it's just going to be one of those days and i'm fucking sick of her refusing to acknowledge when she's in a bad fucking mood and taking it out on me

i recognize it's not fun to have our first interaction of the day be me walking out and pissed off abt my stupid piece of shit laptop and its stupid fucking piece of shit twice broken charger

but FUCKING CHRIST

ME GETTING VAGUELY FRUSTRATED AND HAVING DIFFICULTY USING WORDS TO EXPLAIN WHY HER ONE QUESTION/SUGGESTION ISN'T SUPER HELPFUL RIGHT NOW IS NOT THE SAME AS DISCOUNTING EVERYTHING SHE FUCKING SAYS

i'm so fucking tired and exhausted of this shit

it's unpredictable and annoying and she NEVER TAKES RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANY OF IT!!!! NEVER!!!!!

SHE NEVER FUCKING ACCEPTS THAT SHE'S JUST IN A BAD MOOD OR DOESN'T WANT TO DEAL WITH ME

AND INSTEAD OF SAYING THAT AND JUST BEING LIKE "SORRY I'M NOT IN THE MOOD SO I DON'T FEEL LIKE TALKING ABOUT ANYTHING, I'M ALSO MAD BUT ABOUT OTHER STUFF"

SHE JUST FUCKING TAKES IT OUT ON ME AND ACTS LIKE IT'S ENTIRELY MY FUCKING FAULT AND THAT I AM SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR HER SHITTY MOODS AND MEAN BEHAVIOR

literally the SECOND she's in a bad mood, i become An Evil Dictator Who Doesn't Let Her Do Anything or Listen To Her At All

and i'm so fucking tired of this shit

like it HURTS to be accused of that garbage WHEN IT'S NOT FUCKING TRUE

when my DAD is the one who would do that shit NOT ME

and HE ALSO DID IT TO ME

it's just always there lurking under the fucking surface, that she thinks i am my dad bc i'm disabled and need help, and bc of her own fucked up shit and trauma that she refuses to even LOOK at, she thinks that makes me an evil person bc SHE automatically does shit in response to someone being upset abt ANYTHING.

that's not my fucking responsibility and i'm FUCKING TIRED of having to be the one to DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCEDBFHJG,CNFMN,XHLJ,BXHKMRES

but noooooooo fuck looking at counselors for us to talk to

we're not going to do that until possibly may

if it ever even fucking happens!!!! HAHAHDLK JFACHDLIUAHIUWJZ

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hornime · 4 years

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watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere.

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched.

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.”

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements.

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.”

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix.

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.”

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs.

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist.

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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duckugou · 3 years

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Hey could you do a NSFW one-shots w/ the MHA characters with "first one to cum pays for dinner" or something along those lines... it doesn't matter who but something abt this prompt makes my brain go blank

hey hey- lmk if you want this with more characters!!!

Hawks x fem!reader

cw: light breath play/choking, teasing, light coercion, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral (fem & male rec.), daddy used, power play a little, aftercare if u squint, face fucking (lmk if theres any i missed!!), not proofread lmao

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"I'm ready!" You exclaim, shutting the bedroom door behind you.

Hawks turned around in his chair where he was waiting for you and gawked at your appearance shamelessly.

The two of you had been dating for just over a year, deciding early on that you would have a date night every month on the 15th. It was to keep the two of you close and make sure the fun and quality time was never lost in your busy schedules. There were a few months when something would come up emergency wise- but youd always make it up by the end of the month. It was a staple.

This month, youd decided on a classy dinner. Being with a pro hero meant that you could go to really nice places and not have to worry about the cost- it was nice. Not that you used him- he made sure he treated you in every way. This restaurant was his choice in fact- when you choose date nights, it s usually mini golf or star gazing.

Seeing you in his favorite color dress- the hem falling in the center of your thighs made him lose his train of thought.

You fixed your makeup as best you could in a solid minute before putting your heels back on, stumbling lightly out the door where he waited for you. Keigo laughed at how you stumbled, knowing he would make it much worse later.-

If he had anything to do with it, you would need to change out of your heels and still need help walking to the car.

Standing up from his chair, Hawks unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, your eyes widening, not expecting this.

Kiego walked until he was backing you into the bedroom door that you had previously closed, arms on either side of your head as he looked down at you. He was significantly taller than you even in your kitten heels.

"U-uh babe? What are ya doin? Dont we have reservations?" You asked hesitantly as he licked his lips, looking at you like prey.

"Oh sweetheart. I'm Kiego fuckin Tamaki. The reservation is whenever I walk in." He told you in a low tone.

The cockiness in his voice went straight to your core. You'd always loved his audible "Im better than everyone else" attitude, though you knew that he didn't actually think that. Not all of the time at least. You knew the real him but in situations like this- you knew he meant it.

"Kei-" You started, setting him off. The sound of his name on your lips was all he needed to be pushed over the edge after spending the day thinking about having you for dessert, not realizing that you would end up being the whole meal.

Attacking your neck with his mouth, his hands found your hips, grabbing them harshly and making you moan lightly.

"Kei baby, we have to go to dinner." You moaned out, wanting to keep the night on track. Date nights were important to you, but even you could admit that right now the thought of his cock was slowly taking over your mind.

"I say we make a bet then, huh dove?" He continued his assault on your neck, working it down to your clavicle.

"Hmm?" You hummed, lost in the feeling.

"First one to cum pays for dinner." He gripped the back of your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist. His face was buried in your neck as he reached behind you with one hand to re-open the bedroom door.

"Fuck- 's not fair Keigo." You tried sounding stern, but the wetness in your panties distracted you.

"Gonna have to try hard, huh birdie?" He teased, laying you on the bed and hovering over, not able to get enough as he began rutting his hips on your leg. Kissing you on the mouth this time, Keigo wasted no time putting his tongue in your mouth, stifling the moans you both let out from the smallest bits of friction.

Pulling away, he looked down when your bodies met, his cock hard in his nice pants.

"Better take these off before I make a mess of them, huh?" He chuckled, getting off of the bed.

"Mmhm." You replied, laying there speechless. How did the night take this turn?

Pants and underwear discarded, Keigo looked to you expectantly. "You wanna tell me why your panties are still on, sweetheart?"

"You didnt tell me to take them off...daddy." If you were going to win this bet and make him cum first, you were pulling out all the stops, nicknames included.

"Good fuckin girl." He growled, tugging your panties down your legs himself as you lifted your hips for him.

He took his place laying on the bed in front of you, ready to eat your sweet pussy, but you knew he was cheating.

"Nuh-uh... Thats cheating." You said, rising up to rest on your elbows behind you.

"Oh, birdie. You dont make the rules." He chuckled, licking a stripe up your already wet cunt.

Your arms gave out and you moaned, your upper half and head landing back on the bed and Keigo ate you out like this was dinner.

You allowed yourself to enjoy the moment, hands rushing to his hair as you messed it up and pulled it, making him moan onto your clit. The vibrations made you look down and gasp, remembering that this was a bet.

"Daddy... let me- fuck. Let me suck your dick pl-please." You begged in the sweetest voice you could muster.

Your begging worked as Keigo momentarily forgot about the bet and could only think of your lips wrapped around his cock. He made a noise almost like a growl as he stood, allowing you to sink down onto the floor in between the bed and your boyfriend's massive cock on your knees. Reaching up, you stroked his length, rubbing your finger along the tip, making his knees a bit weak. He held your head, not pushing it but using you as leverage, as you sunk your mouth over his cock,

"Shit, dove. Your mouth is- fuckin phenomenal." He groaned out, gripping your hair.

You fully knew you could make him cum first, and you would. And you knew this wasn't going to be over just because he would cum and you would go to dinner. Oh no, this would last all night, you were certain.

Keigo didnt ever fuck you and make you cum less than 5 times. Ever. Its like it was an unwritten rule. You knew you'd be satisfied.

And you were determined to get- no- earn a free meal as well.

His mind blank besides the sensation of your warm wet mouth and throat, Keigo started fucking your face. Pushing your head down his shaft further until you reached his abdomen- his short hairs tickling your nose as you struggled to breathe. It was the first time you allowed him to nearly bottom out in your throat, as it was a special occasion. You reached up and caressed his balls as tears formed in your eyes while he thrusted in and out of your mouth. Something about your delicate fingers on his balls reminded him that this wasn't a normal quickie.

This was a bet. And you were doing everything he ever told you he loved.

Pulling you off of him, he grunted a few curse words.

"You little bitch. Tryin real hard to win huh?" He smudged the spit all around your face, ruining your make up.

"Fuck me, daddy. Please." You moaned out, looking up at him through teary lashes as his hand rested on top of your head.

"Fuckin hell, birdie. Youre gonna be the end of me." He granted your wish, pulling you up and laying you back down on the bed.

He hovered over you, looking into your eyes, breathing heavily as he lined himself up with you. His cock head rubbed up and down your slit, making you whimper. He pushed in slowly, looking down to where your bodies connected. Both of you let out a gasp and sigh as he bottomed out in your pussy.

"Fuck, youre so tight." He groaned out, mind becoming hazy.

"Fuck me please-" You moaned out, needing friction.

He pulled back and thrusted into you, both of you becoming lost in the feeling. His hand found its way up to your neck, well aware that this would bring you closer to the edge.

Two can play at that game.

Your hands found his hair, giving it a tug as he sighed from pleasure. Both of you enjoyed light pain and right now, everything was wound so tight, you could feel the tension.

He let go of your neck and pulled the top of your dress down and he began playing with your nipples as it became harder to hold yourself back.

"Da-addy please. Fuck- need your cum!" You moaned out, hoping for him to cum first.

"No fuckin way angel, youre cumming first." He sounded confident but he was twitching inside of you.

It was a race to the finish- but nobody wanted to be first.

" 's so fuckin good!" You moaned out, tongue lolling out of your mouth, drool sliding down your chin as he put his thumb on your tongue. You were becoming so fucked out that it was hard to hold back. You felt yourself losing and you didnt want that- but fuck did it feel good.

You knew exactly what to do. His eyes were fire and his face was burning. The look he gave you told you everything as his hips began to falter.

"Breed me- please! Stuff me- fill me up please daddy please!" You begged, his hand leaving your mouth and chin and going for your shoulders as he gave in, those few words shutting his brain off.

"Gonna fuckin breed your little pussy- shit gonna make you fuckin'- oh fuck angel- mine mine mine mine." He chanted as he spilled his seed into you, making you cum right after him as he fucked his cum further into your core.

"Yes daddy! Ah- fuck Keigo!" You screamed out his name as you reached your high, making it more intense for him.

He loved claiming you in any way- whether it be hickeys, holding your hand, giving you his own merch, or his favorite- stuffing you with his cum in hopes of tying you together forever.

As the two of you came down, Keigo rolled over next to you, his head resting on your chest. The room was filled with heavy breathing and soft, nearly inaudible, "I love you"s.

He helped you up, walking the two of you to the bathroom to get cleaned up in order to go to dinner.

Sitting on the toilet, wiping the slick off of your legs with a was cloth as Keigo wiped his face off, yo smiled at him.

"Dinners on you, fucker." You chuckled.

"Yeah it is- but youre gonna regret laughing at me later when its time for dessert." He said lowly, not looking at you.

Your face got red as you got up to wash your hands. Turning to leave the bathroom, he grabbed your wrist, turning you around and kissing you hard.

"This isnt over yet, birdie. After dinner, youre gonna be punished for all the smart moves you made tonight."

Heat surged straight down to your center and up to your face as he growled into your mouth before continuing the kiss.

Walking into the bedroom and putting a pair of panties on, your mind raced thinking about later.

"Oh thats what he meant by dessert" you thought to yourself laughing lightly.

"Lets go, dove! We have reservations!" He shouted from down the hall.

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moonhoures · 3 years

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Hard thoughts about Enha hyung line…

Heeseung would 100% be a biter… like always wanting to be able to get just a peek of his marks from the night before…always putting them in places just out of site for everyone else… but he knows exactly where they are… he’d also be the one to press on them just to get a small whimper or gasp from you… especially when your out in public…

Jay would be the bruiser… he wouldn’t mean to, but the way his fingers dig into your hips… he wouldn’t be able to stop his grip from tightening the same way you tighten around him…. You’d wake up the next morning to his fingers lightly brushing over the soft purple marks on your hips, his small smile making your heart flutter… but the slight possessive look in his eye making your stomach flutter

Jake… where to start with Jake… he’s the loud one… can never seem to stop the noises that come out of him…. It ranges from his teasing remarks always trying to see how bright he can get you around flush… to his whimpers and gasps as you overstim him… I just… he would have the prettiest moans I just know it… ranging from soft quiet ones… to high pitched whines and just… oof

And Sunghoon… babe buckle up… in my head he is THE tease… like edging for as along as you can handle… he loves to see the tears streaming down your face… all while making smug little remarks about how cute you are… but also into overstimulating you until you’re begging to take a break… only for his grin to widen and ask… “cant you take one more for me?”… knowing damn well you can’t say no to him…

Ok… yeah… oof… enjoy😈

~Kenah🦕

ok i saved the best for last so let’s jump in 😮‍💨

100% agree heeseung loves to bite (which how can he not when he has perfect teeth like that?) i bet he loves to leave marks on inner thighs especially, knowing you and him are the only ones who will see them. but he does of course enjoy leaving them in more noticeable places, smirking to himself when he sees them sticking out of the collar of your shirt in public. 😏

pls i want jay to bruise my esophagus 🙄 but yes yes yes he’d highkey love leaving bruises on you. he’d especially love seeing his handprints on your ass from a good bit of smacking. the red outlines would make his ego boost so much 📈

jake would be so talkative during sex, i think. if he isn’t moaning or grunting or panting, then he’s constantly telling you how good you feel or what he wants to do to you. the boy won’t shut up. maybe he needs something in his mouth to keep him quiet 🤫

i buckled and i still wasn’t ready babe 😭 i can see that shit sO clearly it’s driving me nuts. i was literally just talking to bunny the other day (or yesterday idk my days are blurring together) abt hoon’s smirk in this video at around 10:55 and that’s exactly how i imagine he’d smirk at you if you were whining about how unfair he was being. bc he eats that shit up. he wants you to beg for him until you can’t take it anymore. he wants to hear how badly you need him bc it fuels his ego. and gtfo here with “can’t you take one more for me?” KENAH IM DYING RN!!!

#but on a real note could i maybe perhaps steal that last bit for a sunghoon smut or something bc the idea is very enticing 😭#📬: mail #kenah my beloved you never miss ugh i want to marry you just for coming up with these #enhypen hard hours #💌: kenah

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ayyezhongli · 3 years

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dom student council pres zhongli x troublemaker childe

Guess who’s back :D Back with some zhonchi smut for all u sinners. Note: Theres a lot of spelling errors bc when i wrote this i was telling it to a friend n they said i should post this n i’m too lazy to edit it so yeah! enjoy <3

summary kinda: child did something n is now stuck in detention with zhongli being a kinky president of the student council watching him.

so childe is bored asf n tries seducing zhongli. but childe has always had a crush on zhongli. thats why he misbehaves to get his attention.

so zhongli says “ur here again” n sighs

“yup did you miss me?! dont answer that bc ik you did”

n zhongli sighs again all annoyed n shit

“seems you never learn”

“maybe i’m jus here bc i love n want to see you everyday”

n zhongli taking that as sarcasm rolls his eyes

“i doubt that.”

and so for like 30mins childe is making all these noises to get zhongli’s attention and annoy him which it works. and zhongli having enough of it already decides that he needs to be punished. so he gets up n walks over to the desk childe is sitting at cups his face with his hand grinning

“u rly like to get on my nerves dont you~…..” and childe’s tryna contain himself

“is it working~?”

“idk pretty boy….wanna find out for urself~…..”

n zhongli is like inches away from childe’s face. n childe still keeping his composure decides to tease back hoping to get what he’s longed for for so long.

“idk do i~?….”

and zhongli leans in n jus as hes abt to kiss childe he pulls away and walks back over to the teachers desk and childe is really disappointed bc he thought he finally had it but jus lost it. so zhongli goes back to working on his paperwork while childe is just furious.

”Is this how u treat everyone?! tease them and leave them with nothing. take advantage of us!!”

n zhongli bursts out laughing putting his papers in a neat stack

”ur quite interesting childe, if i said it was jus u would that make u feel better??”

and childe huffs rolling his eyes still rly pissed off.

“did u want more? were you expecting something more from me? something else?”

n childe blushing looks away

“fuck off”

n zhongli gets mad at the response and pulls out one of those long ass rulers n gets up n starts walking to childe.

“thats no way to speak to the student council president. you need to be punished”

so zhongli sets the ruler aside still pissed asf

“get up.” childe ignores.

”get up right now.” childe still ignores.

so zhongli grabs the ruler smacking it against the desk childe is at.

“GET UP RIGHT NOW!”

n childe jumps a little and gets up

“ok ok chill”

so childe walks over to zhongli n stands in front of him.

“im gonna punish n force you into submission until u completely submit to me”

childe laughs

“no way. you really think u can do that? just try”

“oh i will. just watch me”

(a/n: in this fic childe has bright pink sensitive nipples bc ughh 😩🤌🏾 well both of them have bright pink nipples but zhonglis r rly sensitive.)

so zhongli turns childe around n starts grinding against him causing childe to moan ever so slightly.

“do u like that~?”

n childe tryna keep his composure laughs to cover up a moan. n zhongli looks down and grins seeing childe’s hard erection through his clothes.

so zhongli reaches down n starts palming childe causing slightly louder moans to come out of his mouth.

“your so hard for me childe….what a naughty slutty little boy~“

childe loses it bc zhongli is finally saying the things he’s been dreaming of him saying. so zhongli amused starts licking the shell of his ear biting and nibbling it which makes childe blush harder. so zhongli reaches his hand down into childe’s pants and boxers and wraps his hand around childe’s dick which he almost cums. so zhongli starts pumping him n not even 30s he throws his head back on zhonglis shoulder n cums letting out a loud moan

“fuck zhongli~…..”

zhongli smirks very amused

“so quick to cum~ do i rly turn u on that much~?”

n childe fights the urge to nod his head and submit. he’s not going down without a fight.

“no i was just pent up. why would i be for someone like you!!”

zhongli snickers and slides his hands up childes shirt n starts taking it off.

“not submitting yet i see~….”

“did u think it would be that easy asshole? ha!”

so zhongli turns childe around.

“you should just give up now! your not go-“

n zhongli interrupts him with a passionate kiss. a long deep one filled with sexual tension n desire. he leaves childe blushing like crazy and gasping for air.

“what was that? i didnt catch the last part, say that again.”

“i said that i’m never gonna sub-“

n zhongli interrupts him again. same thing happens like 2 more times until childe gives up.

“can u repeat that one more time?”

and childe looks away with a annoyed expression on his face

“glad that shut u up~”

so then zhongli looks childe up and down bites his lip causing childe to blush.

“you’re kinda cute…i think i can use u….”

n childe blushes more

“and these nipples….”

zhongli says while pinching them making childe arch his back and moan loudly.

“they look pink and innocent…but when i pinch n twist them like this…”

childe lets out n even louder moan with a face flushed even more n drool running down the side of his mouth

“….you make such naughty noises and that really turns me on.”

and so zhongli continues pinch n play with them and then starts marking his neck.

“what if i made u mine hmm? my little fuck toy? or how abt pet?? you could be of some use to me….”

and all childe can do is whimper. so zhongli has him bend over on the teachers desk and pulls down childe’s pants. and he like squeezes childes plump round ass and caresses it before grabbing the ruler and spanking him with it which causes childe to moan n cum immediately.

“ur such a slutty masochist”

n childe groans n is like stuttering his words

“w-w-well ur so fucking sadis-“

n zhongli spanks him not with the ruler this time but his hand n childe jus looses it.

“ready to submit….?”

n childe tryna keep the ounce of pride he has left shakes his head.

“no!”

zhongli spanks him again.

“how abt now?”

“No!”

n so zhongli gets an idea n sticks his fingers inside childe’s mouth.

“suck”

childe does so n a minute later zhongli pulls them out.

“what are you gonna d- ahh!”

and zhongli’s fingers are wiggling around inside childe tryna get him prepared. childe has just completely lost it. he’s drooling all over the desk, moaning so loudly that if there was people here they would be able to hear, clinging onto the edge of the desk like his life is on the line.

“f-fuck zhongli…ahhh”

he’s a panting slutty mess. a fee mins later zhongli pulls his fingers out n takes off his own pants and boxers lining himself up to childes entrance. he inserts only the tip of his dick causing childe to go even more crazy if thats even possible n moan so fucking loud. but its been long enough. he wants more. more of zhongli inside him. he wants all. all of zhongli inside him. so he whimpers n cries out zhongli’s name.

“whats the problem sweetheart?”

zhongli says grinning from ear to ear.

“pls..”

childe says desperately

“pls what?”

”pls zhongli i-….”

“you…? gotta tell me what u want otherwise i wont know.”

“pls i want more of u….!!”

“beg for more than.”

“Zhongli pls i want ur cock inside me so bad. pls i’ll do anything!! just fuck me already!!”

“anything…?”

zhongli says slipping half way inside him.

“y-y-yes just pls fuck me!!”

n zhongli, a very satisfied man jus starts pounding into him hitting his g spot every time.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! FUCK! ZHONGLI PLS SLOW DOWN AHH~!!”

n that only makes zhongli speed up and childe cums like multiple times. after a while, giving a few last thrusts zhongli comes for the second time inside childe. and pulls out while childe just drops to the floor completely unable to move or anything. jus a panting blushing hot slutty mess with zhongli’s cum dripping out of him. all pride lost. pulling his pants and boxers back on zhongli lifts him up to his feet and bc childe has no strength he just falls onto zhongli resting his head on his shoulder.

“now that you’ve completely submit to me, ur all mine~….mine to do whatever i pls with. mine and only mine. No one else….”

and childe jus nods groaning bc of the pain.

”i hope u learned ur lesson now. unless…. you wanna comeback again for another visit…”

n childe jus groans again.

“i see the way you look at me childe….a look filled with lust and desire…its really quite a turn on~….. you look so desperately….so needy….so vulnerable…the amount of times i wanted to bend you over and fuck u so hard until you cant walk is too much to count. i wanted to make you mine so no one else could have that innocent slutty little boy who’s just oozing with sexual desire. any man or woman would get turned on n wanna have there way with you. u needed to be protected and only by me.”

so zhongli grinds his teeth bc of how possessive he is.

“so no one but me can fuck u stupid. and now that ur finally mine…i dont have to worry abt it so much as before”

n so zhongli strokes childe’s hair n plants a kiss on his head.

“you’re my precious little play thing.”

and childe, burying his face into zhongli’s chest smiles bc thats all he ever wanted. and then he looks up at zhongli as zhongli looks down at him smiling.

“zhongli…?”

”yes?”

“if all u said was true….why were u such an asshole to me. you were stricter on me than others, ruder to me than others, tougher on me then others….so why?”

“why?”

zhongli chuckles n childe nods

“to keep a good reputation, but i also wanted to push you, everytime u got angry and gave me attitude it only turned me on. which is why i kept going….does that answer ur question?”

n childe grunts

“u sadistic fuck!”

n zhongli laughs

“says the one who got turned on every time i public humiliated or yelled at you….”

“thats not true!!”

“uh-huh…the sexual energy u admit would become stronger and i could hear your breathing getting heavier with breathy tiny moans and u would always part ur lips slightly and rub ur thighs together and on top of that, ur eyes squint ever so slightly.”

childe was speechless bc this whole time he thought he was being slick.

“w-w-well that doesnt matter!”

childe said huffing and zhongli only chuckled and kissed his head.

“hey childe…”

“what!”

“i love you….”

childe was blushing like crazy. never in a million years did he think zhongli would say that.

“you can’t just go randomly saying those things?!!”

childe said burying his face deeper into zhonglis chest.

“b-but i love you too i guess…”

he mumbled and zhongli smirked.

“look at me.”

childe looked up into zhonglis ambers eyes embarrassed asf.

“wh-wh-what is it?”

“you’re really cute yk.”

n zhongli leaned down slightly and kissed him before he could say anything else. the end :)

thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed even though its formatted weird and kinda sorta a story. 🥰

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call1me2awesome3 · 2 years

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Rivalry (Robaire x Aaron Z)

A/N: my first ever fanfic writing!! don’t come at me, if it’s bad:)

The entire 4*town gang was on the tour bus heading to L.A. They stopped at an public amusementpark, and wanted to meet and greet fans there. “Why so we need to go? Leave my beautiful paintings, and amazing clay artwork? Just for some fans? Do you guys not care about my hard work? All the effort I put into it? Do you guys ... Hate me?” Jesse dramaticaly asked and fake cried, as he made puppy eyes. The entire band all knew by now that Jesse hated paparazzi, and was just getting an exuse to go to the mall instead.. Robaire: “You can stay here if you want, you know”. Jesse: “And wait for y’all to come back? No way! I’m going to the mall.” Tae: Please, hyung?” Tae asked while making puppy eyes. Jesse: “Ugh, fine. You’re lucky Tae’s cute.” Aaron T: “Oh, but if I told him, I wanted to go somewhere, he’d immediatley say “no”, without me finishing my sentence, and tell me to go and ask Z.” Robaire: Guys, whatever -” Robaire was cut off by Jesse yelling when he saw the fun games from outside the window. Jesse: “LET’S FUCKIN’ GOOO!!!!” Aaron T: “Wait for me, old fart!!!” As the two ran out the door, Aaron Z decided to stay. Not that he was a stick in the mud, but that he had something in his mind he really wanted to just let out. Since the rest of the band would be out, no onw would hear him right? Wrong. Aaron Z: “I’ll stay.” Tae: “What!! Why?” Aaron Z: “Just. go have fun, you two. I’ll be out later.” Robaire: “I’ll stay to keept him company.” “Isn’t that T’s job?” Tae wittily remarked. Robaire: “Shut up, cutie.” Tae: “What?” Robaire: “What?” Tae: “Whatever, bye!!” Rob and Z: “Bye, Tae” Robaire sat down where Z was sitting, and was about open his mouth to start a convo, when Z got up and left to sit somewhere else. “Rude” Robaire thought, than just shook it off, and followed him. “Uh, Z?” Robaire asked, but got no answer from Z. Instead Z stood up again, and went to sit somewhere else, when Robaire held his hand back just in time, making Z turn around and glare angrily at him. Robaire, just like everyone, thought this was really intimidating, and so, just let him go. He pulled out his phone, ans started to text Jesse.

Ro: i’m scared

Jesse: of wut ?

Ro: of ur ex’s best friend’s bf!!

Jesse: dude, wtf?

Ro: ur ex: tae, tae’s bestie:t, t’s bf:z

Jesse: wtf is wrong w/ u, bro ??

Ro: no, seriously, im scared of z!

Jesse: isn’t everyone?

Ro: this isn’t a time 2 joke rn, old fart, why would he glare at me that way? did i do something 2 him?

Jesse: wait, wut ?? he glared at u ??

Ro: yea, and he just seems 2 not want 2 b around me. he keeps moving 2 diffplaces whenever i just sit next 2 him

Jesse: maybe he’s mad abt somethin’. ima ask him, and tell u wut he told me.

Ro: d’accord, merci

Jesse: wut?

Ro: au revoir

Jesse: ima just guess that means bye

Jesse imediatley took out his phone and texted Z

Jesse: yooo!

Z: wutup

Jesse: wut’s w/ u and ro? r u upset? yk u can talk 2 me?

Z: i’m - no

Jesse: wut? ur wut?

Z: I’M JUST JEALOUS OF HIM, OKAY!!!??? I’M SO FUCKIN’ TIRED OF HIM BEING MR.PERFECT, AND HAVING EVERYTHING I DON’T!!!!! U WENT 2 ART SCHOOL, TAE FOSTERS INJURED DOVES, AND HE SPEAKS FRENCH!!! BUT WUT DO ME AND T DO??? WE’RE JUST “SUPER TALENTED TOO”!!

Jesse: woah. Z. is.. is this how hurt u r by that ?? and wut does he have that u don’t ??

Z: He’s good w/ words, and knows wut 2 say all the time. He has all these fans drooling all over him. He’s born in heaven, and is literally so perfect, and it’s... just not fair

Jesse: Z?

Z: wut?

Jesse: yk ur great. do u?

Z: i don’t

Jesse: u should, and fuck those fans 4 chosing us over u. and for not letting me just simply play the game. i was literally surrounded w/ fans and ppl asking me 4 autographs, i couldn’t play the amazing game i saw out the window.

The witty remark made Z chuckle, and Robaire heard it, but didn’t go to see.

Z: it all just rlly, well... i ust take it 2 heart, and thinking abt the fact that there’s nothing different abt us other than our looks is...

Jesse: making u feel like the fans have favoritism just from looking at the outside?

Z: yea.

Jesse: well, again, fuck them, and wut they thing doesn’t even matter, cuz we all love each other 4 who we r.

Z: thanks jes

Jesse: hey, it’s nothing. ily.

Z: adios, viejo

Jesse: bye, kid

Jesse goes back to texting Robaire

Jesse: so, he said he’s ... jealous of u

Ro: wut? why?

Jesse: yk, the fans favor u, and he thinks u have things he doesn’t. he thinks.

Ro: things like wut?

Jesse: words, looks, talent, fame

Ro: wut ?! all i see in him is an amazing person. more responsible, mature, and understanding than me. and 4 someone who is the leader of a band, i kinda envy that.

Jesse: maybe talk 2 him?

Ro: i’ll try

Jesse: bye

Ro: bye

Robaire walks over to where Z was sitting, and puts an arm around him, which catches Z off guard, and as he is about to move away, Ro grabs both his arms, and keeps him down in the seat. Robaire: “Before you sit somewhere else, or move away again, I want to tell you, I’m Jealous of you.” Hearing this, Z’s expression imediatley changes from calm to really confused look. Z: “W-Wut did you say? Z askes, slowly, (kinda like how Mei asked her Dad what he said, when he said “This happened already?” But, whatever, back to the story) Robaire then goes on and explais to him what Jesse told him, and that he understands how Z feels. Robaire: “Why didn’t you just tell me this before?” Z: “I’m not good with words remember?” Robaire: “I know that, but it’s not like you ever try to show it. Like, you know what I mean, you always act like you’re cool with me, when we’re not alone, just you and me?” Z: “That’s ‘cause we’re never alone, with just me and you. ... I always think.. well, I just find myself boring.” Hearing that, from his friends mouth, Robaire did the only thing that made sense at the time. He wrapped his arms around Z, and pulled him in a tight bear hug. Robaire: “You’re not boring, Z. You’re amazing. You’re awesome at basketball, and the most supportive person, and you stand up for every single one of us in interviews, and the way you defended me, when I said I was bi, and some viewer cussed me out, was absolutely amazing!! You’re also really great at roast battles, and sooo much more stunning things about you, that I can’t even name!! You. Are. Awesome, Z. You know that, right?” Robaire was huging Z tighter at this point, and both had teary eyes. Z: “I . . . do. Thanks, Rob. And, sorry for-” Robaire: “Don’t apologize. You have every right to be mad ‘cause of what the fans are saying, and all. I love you.” Z: “I . . love you too.”

Aaron Z and Robaire went out the tour bus, and went to the amusement park, and greeted the others, who joined them, and as they were waiting on the line for the ride, rambled about hat happened and what they missed

Byee, thanks soo much for reading this, if you had!!!

#aaronz #robaire #4town #pixar turning red #carnivals #4town fanfic

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jenojaemssss · 3 years

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dazed and confused

pairing: jeong jaehyun x gn!reader

genre/categories: angst, college!au, frat boy!jaehyun, a bit of fluff

word count: 3.6k (this was literally supposed to be a drabble wtf)

warnings: mentions of sex, allusions of sex yk the vibes, oh and a lot of cursing 'cause i lack the ability to keep language below 14+

synopsis: jaehyun isn’t scared of heights. he isn’t afraid of roller coasters that dropped at those terrifying heights. but he is, in fact, so utterly terrified of falling.

a/n: y’all this was supposed to be a drabble…but i wrote too much and now it’s a fic and idk how i feel abt it LOL anyways, it has not been (and will probably never be) proofread so please excuse any grammatical and spacing errors! i will now go cry with my 3 assignments due in like an hour.

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faded. drunk. confused. mentally unstable. all these words, along with maybe 30 more could be used to describe your current state as you sludge your way into a familiar bedroom at the nu chi theta house after puking up probably a lifetime’s worth of alcohol.

the god awful ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head makes the room spin, but you’re awake enough to recognize that the room was currently occupied. before you can mumble out a string of curse words and a sorry, you particularly notice exactly who was inside the room.

you’re caught off guard by a, now pissed looking, jaehyun along with someone who you don’t immediately recognize. you realize then who’s room you just entered and mentally smack yourself, reminding yourself to rid of the habit.

the other person is hiding underneath a blanket as jaehyun does his best to cover their figure, protecting their privacy to shoot daggers at whoever was interrupting his ordeal.

it takes you a couple seconds to fully register what was happening in front of you and you scoff.

so that’s how it is.

jaehyun, on the other hand, has his eyes widened. so wide that you think there are more whites visible than the typical brown orbs. he’s gaping now, mouth open and trying to think of excuses as to why he was in bed with someone else after dumping you only 2 days ago.

in his defense, there’s no need for an excuse. the two of you were already over, and he could fuck whoever he wanted to fuck. you could be doing the same.

but you aren’t.

instead, all of yesterday and the day before, you hunkered in your bedroom, cuddled in a blanket with tissues sprawled all over your bed and the floor. you went to your classes, hoodie pulled up way over your head to shield your puffy face and baggy eyes, came home, drowned yourself in ice cream, and cried.

yet he’s here, hooking up with people after leaving you heartbroken. you should’ve listened to jungwoo when he warned you about his flatmate; about his tendencies to sleep around and leave his relationships in the dirt.

when you and jaehyun first began flirtatious interactions with one another, it wasn’t in your intention to start anything serious with the dimple-faced boy. yet one encounter followed another and you never realized how hard you were falling until you were up at 3 am smiling at messages he’d sent you the previous day.

when he asked you to be his girlfriend after about 2 months of successful dates, you were ecstatic. your mind raced back to jungwoo, correcting him telepathically. he was so wrong about jaehyun. he was the sweetest person you’d ever been with, and was so patient with you.

It even made jungwoo take back his words after you announced the relationship to your best friend.

he said jaehyun had changed since he’s been with you.

that change lasted about 4 months afterwards.

4 months of pure bliss; cute dates like picnics at 11 pm after going on drives, watching the sunset from the roof of a nearby apartment building, jumping fences into the expanses of lakes after hours.

4 months of being pressed into a mattress with jaehyun gazing down so lovingly at your writhing body. him pressing into you as your mewls surround the small bedroom. him holding you as both of you come down from your high.

4 months of falling in love with jaehyun.

all to waste after he texted you during class, saying that he needed to talk to you. at least he had the decency to not dump you over text.

jaehyun said something along the lines of “it’s not you, it’s me,” and mentioned that he “doesn’t like being tied down.” you remember nodding, emotions not surfacing until he stands up and leaves you at the coffee shop just around the corner of your dorm building.

your coffee shop. the one you two went to whenever you wanted to find the other. it was like your secret hideout, because no one from your campus knew of this place, even though it was so close to home.

you thought things were going so well, the two of you even making plans to meet each other’s parents over the coming break. but with only a few words from one side, and wordless nods coming another, everything faded to dust.

so as you stare at the man who shattered your heart with someone else underneath him, you plaster a polite smile before flipping him off and exiting the room. his shouts follow you, and you inwardly scream at him to shut up. he has no right to sound so broken at the moment.

you pass by jungwoo on your way out and he immediately notices your tense figure, trailing his eyes towards the direction you were coming from. his jaw clenches when he realizes, wanting to barge into the room and beat the living shit out of his flatmate, but instead follows you out the house.

the blaring music coming from the beaten house becomes muffled by the time you step foot outside the door, tears threatening, but not yet falling from your bloodshot eyes.

jaehyun isn’t slow to catch up with you, but is stopped by a raging jungwoo before exiting the house. jungwoo warns jaehyun to leave you alone, but jaehyun is persistent, pushing past his friend to grasp your shoulder before you could storm away from his reach.

his previous rendezvous has been completely forgotten, and all jaehyun could focus on was you. he notices how you reeked of alcohol, a hint of marijuana radiating from you as well. what he notices the most, though, was that you had a hint of his favorite perfume lingering on your skin.

before you have the chance to turn around, jaehyun is ripped from you, a loud smack following almost immediately after. jaehyun stands, one hand holding onto his pounding cheek while the other grip’s jungwoo’s shirt.

your best friend has both his hands tightly fisting jaehyun’s shirt, staring bullets into the boy’s face.

“you have no right to barge out here and chase us down after you let y/n go,” jungwoo growls. he sees red, heart hurting for his best friend. he cares about you so much. the two of you always fitting into one mold, completing each other, and every time either one of you had their hearts broken, the other would be there to fix and mend everything.

yet, he’d never seen someone hurt you as much as jaehyun did. however much you hurt, it hurt him equivalently. he knew this one was different, because the pain you felt was so much more intense than any you’d experienced before.

what pushed jungwoo even further off the ledge for him to act like this though, was that if he were to be in the same position as you, you would be doing the same thing. you’d also be doing your best to keep him from hurting himself over and over by someone who only meant trouble.

“woo, that’s enough,” you mutter out before coming to push the two boys away from each other.

“y/n, let me explain,” jaehyun grabs your arm as he says this, eyes searching yours for some form of reaction. your previously watery eyes are dry now, and the emotion that was threatening to overcome you minutes prior have all disappeared. you shrug off his hand.

“there’s nothing left for you to explain.”

it killed you, but you had to muster the strength to spit those words at the man you were falling in love with. you knew that it would have been worse if you were to hear him out.

“y/n please just-”

“that’s enough,” you whip your head in his direction, warning him with your eyes.

“but y/n-”

“i said enough!” you’re yelling now, slightly pushing the boy back. he stumbles over himself, and jungwoo takes this opportunity to grab your shoulders and tuck you safely behind his back. you had tears running from your eyes, frustrated at the tugging of your heartstrings because you’re supposed to hate him. you were supposed to be elated that you were in this situation, him begging for your time.

yet it hurt seeing him so broken in front of you, begging for another chance. it hurt so damn much, and you’re so angry at yourself for being such a pushover.

jaehyun straightens himself, looking in your direction but not quite at you because you're hiding your face behind your best friend’s denim jacket covered back.

“y/n, i just want to apologize.”

“there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“there-”

“no, jaehyun, there isn’t,” you use this as a stepping stone to emerge from behind jungwoo, who’s calmed down a bit since connecting his fist with jaehyun’s sharp features.

“don’t talk. let me finish,” you raise a hand before he could get another word out of his mouth. he shrinks a bit, but his eyes focus on your figure slowly approaching him, letting you know he’s listening.

“there’s no need for you to apologize for whatever you were doing because we aren’t together anymore and you can sleep with whoever you want. i don’t care, it’s none of my business. you don’t have to apologize for me walking in on you, because again, none of my business anymore.” you take in a deep breath before you continue.

“if you were going to apologize for breaking up with me, there’s no need. what’s done is done,” you whisper. you feel a huge lump form in your throat. you do your best to swallow it, along with your pride, and smile up at him.

you can’t really read him, but you can tell he’s in thought. you continue.

“if you were to apologize,” you began, sniffing up the snot that’s beginning to trickle down your nose. you probably look like a mess, but you could care less. you needed to get all of this off your chest. you wouldn’t have any other opportunities, so might as well do it now.

fuck the fake smile. fuck faking it til you make it. this is so much better.

“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were sincere with me,” you continue. jaehyun’s eyes go wide, and you notice the slight, subconscious, shake of his head. you proceed.

“i shouldn’t have believed it when you said i was different. fool me once, shame on me. but you continued to make me believe that i was different.” jaehyun opens his mouth, but you give him a look that shuts him up completely. he needs to fix that habit of always wanting to interrupt.

your ramble continues. “you should be apologizing for lying to me when you said you wanted to meet my parents. we set up the date and everything, and they were actually looking forward to meeting you, but now i have to tell them you aren’t coming,” you speak as calmly as you can. anything related to your parents always makes you ten times more emotional in every situation, and this was taking somewhat of a toll on you.

“you should be apologizing for making me feel special all the damn time. you made me believe i was the only one for you and that you were the only one for me. you made me feel so fucking foolish after you left, you know that? i thought we were doing so well, and you just left me in the dust after being so fucking vague. what do you mean ‘it’s not me, it’s you?’ it makes absolutely no fucking sense,” you’re almost hysterical now as you let everything fall down your face. you’re still eye to eye with jaehyun, and he looks taken aback by your declarations that he’s rendered speechless.

your next few words are what makes jaehyun’s world come crashing down.

“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were falling in love with me too,” you whimper. you’re full on sobbing now, and jungwoo assists you from falling to your knees.

it takes jaehyun a couple moments to register what was happening, a couple moments to fully comprehend what you were saying; what you meant.

you were so broken because you were beginning to love him. and he let you go.

“i’m..i’m-”

“leave, jae. do it when i’m asking nicely,” jungwoo’s low voice echos from your spot on the ground. your shoulder shake with every sob you’re letting escape you.

“jungwoo, let me fucking talk, okay? stop interrupting me every damn time while i’m trying to figure things out with y/n. this was our relationship, not yours!” he’s yelling now, and jungwoo shrinks. he knows he’s stepping over the line, but some things reach a limit, and jaehyun is reaching his.

“yes, i know y/n told you things, but did you know that i used to wait after classes when the weather turned bad just to make sure y/n wouldn’t be walking home in the rain? always forgot an umbrella when it counts,” he chuckles the last line, eyes teary.

“did y/n tell you that every single time my phone rang, i was internally wishing that the name popping up on the screen would be ‘lovely’ and no one else’s? i always wait for your calls, you know,” he directs it to you this time. “they always made my day.”

you raise your head when you realize he was walking to you. when you see his tortured expression while reminiscing his feelings for you, you suddenly had the urge to run up to him and wipe away the tears falling from his handsome face. you hated that that was your first thought, though.

“did y/n tell you i was falling too?”

you tense at his words, and jungwoo scoffs.

“if you were falling, why did you break things off?” the words leave your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. your mind was running a mile a minute because in what world did it make sense for jaehyun to dump you when he claims to be falling in love with you.

“i was scared,” he finally mutters after a couple seconds of painful silence.

“what is there to be scared of, jaehyun?” you’re standing now, jungwoo completely baffled at the interaction taking place in front of his eyes. he realizes then, that maybe jaehyun was telling the truth.

jaehyun was scared of falling.

jungwoo recalls all the times jaehyun has been in an actual relationship, but can only remember one other time that he actually introduced someone to the boys as his. all the others were just casual flings, where they'd be slipping out the door before anyone could acknowledge their existence.

when he broke things off with that past relationship, his actions were similar to the ones he’s portrayed the past few days. silence in his room instead of the typical blaring music from his sound system. a shocking decrease in teasing his housemates. jungwoo even noticed that he didn’t see the dimples on jaehyun’s face as frequently.

the one other person ended the same way, jaehyun breaking it off about 4 months into the relationship, saying he didn’t like being tied down.

he didn't like being tied down? he doesn’t like...shit, what a fucking dumbass. he’s scared of being in love, jungwoo realized.

“that’s what you meant,” jungwoo states his epiphany out loud and he stands up. he brushes off any dirt from his pants and begins to walk towards the house, knowing that whatever happens on the front lawn would heal more than harm.

you look at your best friend in confusion, but he plasters a grin on his face and looks in your direction before turning to jaehyun. “you need to stop being such a wuss.” and he’s back inside the house.

“it seems like everyone’s mission is to cut me off today, and it’s getting a little aggravating,” he tries to joke and you just stare at him in silence. he takes it as an, “i don’t care, just talk,” and begins his tangent.

“i broke things off with you because i was scared,” he begins. you follow his words with a nod, emphasizing that you’re listening to the man standing across you.

“i’ve never been in love before, and i didn’t realize how-how utterly terrifying it felt. i was close one time, but i broke things off before anything else could develop because i didn’t think i was ready for it. i felt like i was incapable of love for a while because of my stupid frat boy image, you know?” you nod in response to his rhetorical question and he begins moving towards the small bench sat on the lawn. you follow suit and sit yourself down a good distance away from him.

he talks again, this time sounding more regretful than anything. “i sometimes tell myself how idiotic i am because i let them go before. if i just had the balls to accept the fact that maybe i was falling in love, i wouldn’t have to see them roam around campus a couple months after with someone else.”

you remember briefly jaehyun’s previous relationship. it was the talk amongst your campus because the jeong jaehyun was in an actually relationship with someone. and people were making bets on how long they thought it’d last. same as they’ve been doing for your relationship with him.

“it all kind of got to me without much of a warning because like, shit, falling in love with someone meant checking your phone every 3 minutes cause you’re scared you missed their call, or calling them if they took too long to assure you they’re home safe, that kind of thing,” he smiles. “no one teaches you that.”

you chuckle dryly because he hit the nail on the coffin. no one tells you the details about being in love, only mentioning the feelings and not the irrational things you’d do for them.

jaehyun continues after he assures himself that you’re listening to his words and internally heave a relieved sigh. he was scared you were going to have things come in one ear and out the other.

“at the same time, if i kept them in my life, i wouldn’t have met you. we wouldn’t have developed a relationship, and i wouldn’t have began to fall in you,” he scoots a bit closer to you, and you let him.

“and you wouldn’t have broken my heart like this,” you retaliate and he physically winces.

“ouch. you’re not wrong though,” he smiles, dimples reappearing on his face.

“get to the point, jaehyun. it’s cold as fuck and i don’t have a jacket,” you complain when he’s silent for a little too long. you’re holding your arms now, hit by the frosty air. when he’s silent for another moment, you look up from your feet, ready to complain again. but instead, you’re met with a hoodie being pulled over your head and you’re stunned.

“when i said i was cold, i didn’t mean for you to give me your hoodie.”

“well, too bad,” he smiles widely. the hoodie smells like him, and you take in his scent. the sweater was a bit larger on you, so you begin to roll the sleeves up, pulling your arms out of the sweater paws.

“as i was saying, i realized i was falling in love with you and i was just- i don’t know, i was scared. i think i’ve said the word scared like 10 times today, but what other word is there?” he chuckles. you do the same.

“so i did what any other sane person would do and dipped. i ran away from my feelings because in my brain, it was the best thing to do. and i hurt you in the process because i was being a selfish asshole, and i’m sorry,” he finishes, you assume. as you’re thinking about how to respond, he catches you off guard with something you never thought would leave jaehyun’s mouth.

“oh, and i love you. i’m sure of it,” he declares.

and you’re crying again. as intoxicated as you were just 30 minutes ago, you swear that in that moment, you weren’t drunk on the drinks or faded from the j’s, but you were intoxicated by jaehyun.

the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s smiling at you.

he stretches out a hand in your direction, asking for your permission to take your own and grab his hand in response. his hand engulfs yours like a hug, and he intertwines his fingers with your cold ones.

“so does this mean you love me back?” he questions.

you nod, because you can’t think of anything else to say. you’re so utterly in love with him that you’re rendered speechless, you fool.

“and does this mean we can start over?” he asks, hoping for another nod.

instead, you speak. “why were you fucking someone else when i got here if you’re in love with me?”

jaehyun is now the one rendered speechless and gulps before answering. “have you ever heard of heartbreak sex?”

“isn’t that supposed to be with the one who broke your heart?”

“yeah, but if we had sex, i would only fall in love with you more.”

“and you don’t want that?”

“i do now,” he smiles.

you roll your eyes and say nothing.

“i’m sorry i hurt you.”

“you better be.”

“i promise i won’t do it again.”

“next time you do, i’m chopping off your dick in your sleep so you won’t be able to go have heartbreak sex with someone else.”

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Crash Into Me

You’d been MGK’s assistant for years, but you never thought you had a chance at anything more with him until one stoplight changes everything.

Request: “ok im so sorry if this is 2 specific but ive had this idea for ages abt pining!colson x an insecure/clueless!reader who has been his assistant forever. she gets into a car accident and calls him hours later to tell him that a temp will be taking her place for a few weeks (bc of injuries) and he's like ?? why?? she explains nonchalantly, then kells kinda freaks out and shows up at the hospital all worried”

Colson Baker X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, car accident (descriptive)

A/N: This was cute 😊

Word Count: 3185

“Alright Kells, I’m out for the night. I’ll email those tracks to the board when I get home and I’ll let you know if I get any updates for tomorrow’s press.” You told the blond man who was sitting on the couch as you put your laptop into your bag. You tried not to yawn as you heaved it over your shoulder, “anything else?”

You glanced at the kitchen clock that read 2 am and let out a small sigh. You were used to late nights given your job as assistant to a rockstar, but most nights you were able to leave before 8 pm. Tonight you and Colson had gotten really invested in the tracks you were editing and lost track of time.

“Y/N,” he turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. He wanted something that you really weren’t gonna want to give him. “Could you come over early tomorrow to help me pick out what to wear for the Vanity Fair interview?”

You chuckled, “you know they have their own wardrobe department?”

He sighed, “yeah but you know me so much better than all those stylists. I trust your opinion more.”

You rolled your eyes as he tilted his head, begging you. “Fine, but I’m buying us coffee with your credit card.”

He broke out into a smile, “thank you, love you!” He called as you walked towards his front door.

“Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him, taking your car keys into your hands, and stepping out into the LA night. There was a soft breeze that shook the trees slightly, making you smile. It felt nice outside for the first time in a while.

Because of this, you decided to drive home with your windows rolled down, letting the wind flow through your hair. The roads were pretty barren by LA standards, so traffic was pretty much non-existent. You were sitting at a red light, your fingers tapping against your steering wheel as one of Colson’s songs played through your speakers softly.

You reached to turn up the volume as the light turned green. You pressed the gas, your car moving forward into the intersection. Suddenly you heard a loud squeal of brakes, looking over to your passenger window to the sight of two headlights barreling towards you. You tried to speed up to get out of the way, but it was too late.

The truck rammed straight into the side of your small car, pushing your vehicle over into the car next to you. You put your left arm up to shield you from any flying debris, but it was futile. The infrastructure of your car fell apart at the force, the dashboard collapsing onto your right leg. Luckily, your left leg managed to avoid the destruction.

You could barely feel the force of the whiplash due to the pain in your abdomen at the deployment of the airbag. Glass from the car next to you fell into your car through your open window, cutting into your skin.

And then all of a sudden, everything stopped. The truck that had hit you had stopped moving, allowing you to fully assess the damage. Your car was totaled for sure, and your leg was definitely crushed. You cried out in pain, breathing heavy and trying to see straight. You could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, giving you some sense of relief.

When the paramedics got to the scene, you were the last passenger to be taken out of the crash due to your car being in the center. A firefighter had to break the glass of your windshield, which was already cracked, in order to pull you out. When you told him your leg was stuck under the dashboard, he sent a team of men to lift it from your foot and another to pull you out of the wreckage.

They were all amazed you were still conscious but got very worried when you told them you couldn’t feel the pain in your leg. You rode in an ambulance to the hospital, the EMTs helping pick the glass from your skin and assessing your injuries. You made jokes with them to calm yourself down, something that you did with Colson and Rook whenever they got into accidents while you were out with them.

You thought about giving them Colson’s name when they asked about your emergency contact but decided against it. You didn’t want to worry him until absolutely necessary. You figured you’d see what the doctor had to say and if you wouldn’t be able to come back to work, then you would tell him.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what the doctor said. In fact, you wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital for at least a week due to your shattered leg, bruised abdomen, and concussion.

The leg would require at least 2 if not more surgeries to repair and you would be on close watch for development of a more serious brain injury. After that you most likely wouldn’t be able to be back on your feet for another 8 to 12 weeks, which was kind of a requirement for your job.

It was almost 5am, so you weren’t necessarily thinking straight when you called Colson from your cracked phone. He answered, his voice conveying how tired he was. “Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Hey Kells, I’m not gonna be able to come in early tomorrow, or at all. I’m gonna start looking for a temporary replacement tomorrow if I’m feeling up to it. Oh! And I couldn’t send those tracks to the board, sorry.” You told him, only half registering the words you were saying.

The confusion was evident in his voice, “what? Why do you need to find a replacement?”

You realized you had forgotten to tell him what happened. “Oh, yeah! It’s kind of funny.” You started, chuckling but then realizing that laughing made your stomach hurt even more. “And by funny, I mean not funny at all. I got into a car accident. Some dude ran into my car in an intersection and now I’m in the hospital.”

“Which hospital?” Colson asked, suddenly much more awake.

“Hollywood Presbyterian.” You told him, “why?”

He sounded like he was rushing around, which he was. “I’m coming to see you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “why? I’m fine, you don’t need to do that. You have a big interview tomorrow, you should sleep.”

Colson sighed, “fuck the interview, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Colson you don’t-“ You started, but he hung up before you could tell him not to come.

Why was he rushing to see you in the hospital? Sure, you were friends, but he had much more important things to worry about right now. And besides, you were more casual work friends. He wouldn’t even know you existed if you didn’t work for him. Sure, you had a huge crush on him, but he was your boss, you were just someone he asked to do things he didn’t want to do.

20 minutes later Colson ran into the hospital room, stopping when he saw you in the bed. Your face was red from chemical burn and a few cuts of glass. Your right leg was propped up with basic bandaging around it. His heart broke at the thought of how much pain you had probably been in.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly, moving to sit in the chair on your left side.

You shrugged, “I’ve been better.”

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” He asked, eyes full of pity.

“I didn’t want to bother you unless it was serious. Figured I’d find out if I would have to miss work before telling you.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut as a headache washed over you.

Colson’s mouth gaped open, “you didn’t want to bother me? You got in a car crash and you weren’t gonna call me unless you would have to miss work?”

You shrugged again, “yeah. If my laptop wasn’t completely crushed in the accident I would’ve just found and sent a temp in tomorrow, but obviously that’s impossible.”

“Y/N you’re kidding me, right?” He asked, exasperated. You furrowed your eyebrows in response, causing a sigh to fall from his lips. “Y/N I don’t give a shit about a temp; I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh, I’m fine. A little shaken and these headaches are killer, but they gave me a lot of pain medication so, I’m fine.” You smiled at him, your thoughts racing as you tried to figure out why he cared so much about how you were feeling.

He nodded, hand reaching out and landing on top of yours gently. “So, do they have to do surgery? What all did the doctors say?” He asked, worry in his eyes.

You nodded, “yeah, at least 2 surgeries. One around 11 am and then depending on how that one goes they’ll schedule the next. And they have to watch me to make sure my concussion doesn’t get worse.”

He pulled out his phone, typing away. “What are you doing?” You asked, suddenly feeling very tired.

“I just emailed the PR liaison for Vanity Fair and told them I wouldn’t be able to make it to the interview.” He responded.

“Why did you do that?” You asked through a yawn.

He looked at you like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, “because I have to be with you right now.”

You were very confused as to why he thought he had to be here. “Colson, I’ll be fine. You should go to the interview. You don’t have to stay here.”

“I do have to be here. I want to be here.” He said, sternly.

“Why?” You asked, trying to keep your eyes open.

“Because I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll just call you after the surgery, it’s no big deal.” You responded lazily.

He shook his head, “I want to stay here with you, Y/N. Okay? I care about you.”

You were too tired to process what he was saying at this point, so you just let out a hum. “I need to make sure you’re okay. I need to see you being okay. When you called me, I swear I was gonna have a heart attack if I didn’t see you.” He continued.

You were barely awake at this point, letting out a simple, “I’m okay” before slipping into unconsciousness.

Suddenly you were back in your car, “Bloody Valentine” playing from your speakers. The sky was dark green, almost like a painting. In front of you, the red light turned green. Like clockwork, you pressed the gas, moving into the intersection. Suddenly, the lights disappeared, and you heard the familiar chilling sound of breaks squealing. You looked over and saw those headlights coming towards you, getting closer and closer, brighter, and brighter.

You screamed at the sight, the familiar paralyzing fear coursing through your body again. “Y/N!” Your name played through the radio. That’s not in the song, you thought. “Y/N!” Colson’s voice rang out again before the truck made contact with your car.

You woke up in a cold sweat to Colson standing over you, hands shaking your shoulders lightly. “Y/N.” He said, relieved when your eyes began to open.

Your entire body was shaking like a poodle and your arms subconsciously reached for Colson, hanging onto his shirt for dear life. “It was just a dream.” He whispered as your eyes darted around the room. “You’re okay.” He reassured you.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, hands leaving the fabric and moving to cover up your face. “I’m sorry.”

Colson sat on the bed next to you, legs hanging off the side as he stroked your face gently. “It’s okay, baby.” He turned to the nurse who opened the door, a worried expression on her face. He shook his head at her, “sorry, she just had a nightmare. She’s okay.” The nurse nodded but stayed in the room anyways, checking your vitals.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled again, the words seeming to be the only thing you could say.

Colson shook his head, “stop saying that, it’s okay.” You pouted at him, trying to scoot over so he would lay down next to you, but it was way too painful. “What are you doin?” He asked, a smile on his face.

You sighed, “wanted you to sit next to me but I can’t move because of this stupid leg.” You motioned to the leg in question.

Colson chuckled, “I can sit next to you in the chair.”

“That didn’t work last time.” You whined.

He looked at you with an expression that was both amused and confused. You were definitely still high on pain medication. “What didn’t work.”

“It didn’t stop the nightmare.” You frowned, hand reaching for his. He chuckled, standing up fully and looking at the nurse.

She flashed him an amused smile, “If you want, we can try to move her. I don’t know how much we can do without hurting her ribs, though.”

Colson nodded with a gracious smile, “hear that? We can’t move you because of your ribs.”

You glared at him, “I may be very high right now, but I’m not that high.” You said, making him giggle. “She said you could try.”

Colson let out an exasperated sigh, one arm going under your back and the other under your left leg. “Is this what it’s like taking care of me all the time?” He asked and you nodded your head firmly.

“Yep. Except I am much smaller than you, so you have less work to do with me.” You smiled as he lifted you off the bed, which quickly turned into a grimace. “Ow!” You yelped and Colson quickly set you down, slightly closer to the right side of the bed.

“Fuck, sorry princess. Are you okay?” He asked, voice soft.

You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip to block the whimpers of pain that threatened to escape your mouth. “You probably don’t remember, but one time you were so crossed that you called me to pick you up from a party. But you couldn’t make it out of the car, so I had to carry you into your house. And then you demanded to sleep in your own room, so you made me drag you up the stairs instead of passing out on the couch like normal.”

Colson let out a breathy chuckle, glad you weren’t hurt too much. He carefully sat onto the cot next to you, pulling up his right leg to sit on the bed. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into him slightly. You shifted so that you were comfortable, left hand finding his own left hand and holding it. He brought his left leg up onto the bed so he was fully laying with you.

Your head rest on his chest, a soft smile on your face as his thumb rubbed circles on your hand. The nurse left, satisfied that you wouldn’t hurt yourself further. Colson pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“What time is it?” You asked him, to which he responded by pulling out his phone and showing you the lock screen. 8:47am. You nodded, a frown on your face, “did you get any sleep?” You asked him softly.

“I’m fine, I was asleep for a few hours before you called me.”

You sighed, feeling guilty. “You should go home and get some sleep.”

You felt him shake his head from behind you, “I’m staying right here.”

Despite wanting to force him to go home, you couldn’t help the happiness you felt at his stubbornness to stay with you. “You know you don’t need to be here. I won’t be offended if you leave.”

He chuckled, “stop trying to get me to leave. I’m here. On my own accord, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.”

You paused, thinking about the word floating around your head. “Why?” you whispered.

Colson’s face scrunched in confusion, “what do you mean “why”? Because you’re my friend and I care about you.”

“I mean, yeah. But I’m not like a “drop everything” kind of friend, I’m just your assistant.” You muttered.

Colson made an “are-you-serious?” face and let out a snort. “Seriously? You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You mean the world to me, of course I’d drop everything for you.”

You couldn’t think of a response, his words making your heart race. “oh.” Was the best you could come up with.

“Y/N, seriously, you think way too low of yourself. You’re amazing.” He said, nose burying into your hair.

You shrugged, “you only say that because I take care of you when you’re drunk and help you do all the things you don’t want to do.”

Colson’s expression softened, a frown forming on his face. “I’m saying that because I think the world of you. You’re the kindest, funniest, coolest person I know. I meant it, when you told me you were in the hospital, my heart almost stopped. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about you being hurt.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I wish you could see how much you mean to me.” He mumbled.

You were quiet for a little while, processing what he had said. “You’re only saying that because I’m in the hospital.” You muttered, a frown on your face. You were trying to keep your hopes low, knowing once you were out of here, he would regret saying any of this.

“Y/N, are you being serious right now? I’m saying this because I’ve been fucking in love with you for the past year and a half.” He said and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. “I can’t believe you don’t see it.”

You bit your lip, turning to look up to him. “I just- I didn’t want- you wouldn’t.” You stumbled over your words, taking a deep breath, and starting again. “I didn’t want to read too much into it or get my hopes up. I figured you’d never be into someone like me so I just told myself you were being nice. I thought you only treated me well because I worked for you.” You mumbled.

He frowned, holding you tighter to him, “I am so, so into you. You are the only woman in my life who has ever stuck by me through my worst shit. Like even when I was a total jackass you stayed with me. How could I not fall in love with you?”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill at his sweet sentiment. You’d never had anyone say something that kind about you. You’d always assumed people only kept you around because you did stuff for them, but here was the man you were in love with telling you that he cared about you for you.

“I love you too.” You whispered, leaning your head further into his chest.

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