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mummer · 2 years
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bro what is going on.....
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ferrstappen · 5 months
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Everybody wants a taste l LN4
a/n: i am in an urgent need of writing ideas I've had for MONTHS so brace yourselves I guess?? also the title ofc is from pop anthem jealous by nick Jonas.
i am also very very very stressed waiting for the standing start.
pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader
this is angst. and some tom holland after this poll results <3
summary: Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it.
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No one would ever know Lando Norris' was reaching his limit as he stood on the sidelines of another press junket for his girlfriend's new movie: a coming of age movie that already was creating awards season buzz, and God was he proud of her, having witnessed the ten minute standing ovation she received during Cannes.
But of course the limelight wasn't only on her. No, it was on him.
Lando remembers when he was asked who he'd want to portray him if they ever did a biopic and he didn't hesitate: Tom Holland. There could be some similarities between the two, both British, chestnut curls, but now Lando's skin crawled just from hearing the name.
He had dealt with different co-stars during the almost two years of relationship; he'd seen her kiss them, fight with them, fall in love with them, but this was different, he never had to witness her naked skin pressed against someone else, placing her body on top of his, pretended noises he knew weren't real and authentic, but still, they were supposed to be just for him. All for the sake of making a point of her character being an adult now, some shit about an epiphany of being able to take control of her own life, make decisions about her body, and whatever the screenwriters wanted to portray.
And of course Lando didn't help himself.
user1: God has favorites, just check y/n having fake sex w tom holland and real sex w lando norris
user2: no but y/n and tom??? such a hot couple I NEED it to happen
user3: and what are you gonna do with lando and zendaya? lol user2: idc I just want y/n and tom to be a thing
And that was just the beginning, before the movie had even dropped, because the day of the premiere? Everything went wrong.
Sunny Los Angeles had welcomed you and Lando after landing from London, paparazzi eagerly waiting for the arrival at LAX, catching the perfect pictures of Lando placing you in front of him, holding your hand tightly and doing his best to shield your body from prying eyes who just wanted a couple of dollars.
Despite being jet lagged after spending a couple of days in your home in Monaco, there wasn't much time to catch a break because the moment the two of you set foot on the Beverly Hills Hotel, they barely let you take a shower before giving some nice, fluffy robes. Lando was first, out of nowhere two people were working on his hair while the other was applying some kind of serums and creams on his face, but he didn't care when it was time for another team to start working on you; Lando was mesmerized by the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the natural glow of your skin, the deep red of your lips.
"I don't like being so separated," Lando pouted, walking towards your seat, earning a giggle from you because he looked so funny and cozy with the big robe.
"There's not much we can do, baby. I can barely move," You searched for his eyes and that was when Lando got the idea. The hair stylists gasped when the racer sat down on the floor, circling his arms around one of your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh. "Oh, you're willing to be told off by the make up artists as well?" You asked him but your insides were dancing all over the place, your fingers quickly finding their place on his curls.
Neither of you noticed a Vogue photographer capturing the scene, with Lando's eyes closed and cheek smushed, with his arms secured around your leg, but neither realized representatives for Armani had walked in carrying Lando's tux and your body-hugging black velvet gown.
So far so good. A picture perfect young couple who loved each other very much and had photographers swooning by the way Lando fixes your earring and checks for lipstick on your teeth, and how you make sure his bow tie is leveled.
But then, they get to the red carpet.
It was an elegant affair, but still full of people and before he realized, the red carpet manager was separating you from him for an alone photo call before the one and only Tom Holland got there, cheerfully greeting you in front of the cameras, throwing a couple of jokes to make you laugh as he placed his hand on your back.
This was a nightmare, having to listen to people say how cute the two of you looked, a perfect on and off screen pair, chemistry on and off the screen, both your names already on the shortlist for the Oscars.
Lando's skin was starting to crawl, and it didn't help that he had to re watch the scenes haunting his mind, but this time it was out for the entire world to see, and it didn't take long for his latest instagram post to be flooded of vile comments.
when are you getting replaced by tom holland??
now tom holland can play you in movie and y/n plays herself, nothing changes lmao
lando control ur woman!!!
lucky man, she sounds so pretty I almost had to leave the theatre
lando honey you can leave her I'd never do that to you
And Lando knows he shouldn't, but when your hand reaches for his when the night ends, he pretends to look for his phone; when you try to fix a messy curl, he moves his head out of your reach.
and you know your boyfriend too well.
"Baby, are you okay?" You ask him once you reach the shared hotel room.
Lando lets out a dry chuckle, but too aware of his throat closing. "Why wouldn't I be?"
But you weren't having it, not today, not on your big day, not when you just wanted rest your head on his chest and fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your frame.
"I don't know, you tell me, you're the one acting weird,"
"I am not," Lando argued, trying to take deeper breath, but failing miserably.
"Okay Lando, whatever, I don't care. You can be selfish during a very important day for me for all I care,"
Those words struck a nerve: "Me? Selfish? Are you fucking kidding me?" Now you could see his cheeks flushing, maybe even his neck gaining some red color.
You wanted to be scared, to walk away and let him cool off any unwanted feeling or thought on his head, but you couldn't.
"No, I'm not. Please illustrate me as to what happened to put you in this insufferable mood," You argued back and watched as Lando's mouth opened and closed as he undid the cuffs from his shirt, threw the suit jacket on the leather sofa and threw away the bow tie, all in just a couple of seconds.
"Am I not allowed to be upset to watch him all over you, having to look at the both of you acting like the best of friends or lovers for all I care, and then have to watch on this fucking enormous screen how you kiss him and touch him," Lando spat the words as if they were venom; he could feel his throat closing
Your eyes widened in disbelief, your brain not processing Lando's words. "Lando, you are not making any sense. Are you listening to yourself?" You were careful not to raise your voice, knowing he wasn't in a clear space of mind, but you blood was running hot too after processing what he was implying.
"Yes, I am. (Y/N), baby, I'm tired of having to watch you making out with a different guy every a couple of months, it is so tiring, and I understand that this is your job, but..." Lando was about to continue but was stopped by you, messily taking off the heavy velvet dress and heels, putting on the first pair of jeans and oversized sweater you found. "What are you doing?"
"I don't want to listen to you anymore. You are ridiculous, Lando. You're talking about my job, my career, that I've worked my ass off, and never in a million years I thought you'd be telling me this bullshit! I'm not going to entertain this, so if you can't deal with this anymore, please let me know so that I can move on," this time your throat tightened, the last words coming out broken and choked, emotions fighting to make their way; from anger to utter sadness.
"Where are you going?" Lando didn't know if he was angry with you, disappointed in himself, maybe a mix of both as he watched you grab the Chanel black backpack.
"I don't know, but let me know if you can do this or what,"
You were sure those were the last words of the unforeseen argument, but as you were grabbing the card key of the room, Lando opened his mouth.
"Maybe you can go with Tom, everyone wants you two together anyway."
Of course he needed to get the last words.
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Bruce, high on painkillers, is being babysat by Jason. Jason has to do an emergency Red Hood thing, and lacking an alternative, slaps a stock domino on Bruce and drags him along.
Bruce proceeds to say/do the most unhinged shit. The goons are suddenly viscerally aware of where Hood got it from.
WOW okay you guys are unhinged, you know that?
(And I love it <3)
A/N: I fully intended to write a crack fic, but the feels crawled in through the plot holes I missed and made their homes in the heart of the story. Also I don't know what you mean by 'stock domino' so I'm assuming it's one of those dollar store ripoffs.
(TW: Accidental overdosing on painkillers, mentions of blood, Jason's usual level of swearing, some goons almost dying but like in a funny way.)
Word Count: 2328
Jason wants to scream.
Like, let it rip out on an abandoned cliff in the howling rain kinda scream.
But no, he's stuck babysitting Brucie Wayne who accidentally OD'd on fucking painkillers after trying to treat himself in Alfred's unfortunate absence (how does that even happen?!).
Dick and Damian are out doing some brotherly-bonding thing, Tim's with the Titans, Duke and Cass are at the movies, and Steph has declared herself "not one of Bruce's kids." Leaving Jason as the only one free to look after their "Dad".
Jason pushes Bruce down on the Batcave's gurney for the billionth time after he attempts (keyword: attempts) to walk again, scowling. None of them are getting any waffles from me again. Or pancakes. Or scones. Or anything I make for them out of my sweet, kind heart. Those little shits.
Jason puts two fingers on Bruce’s wrist, checking his pulse. His skin is cold and clammy, breathing slow, but at least he’s not vomiting anymore. He sighs, collapsing on a chair beside Bruce. He's tired. So fucking tired.
Just as Jason's eyes flutter shut for a moment, the Batcomputer's alarm suddenly blares.
Bruce shoots up, shouting, "ALARM!"
Grumbling, Jason drags himself to the computer, pushing Bruce down along the way. He opens the glaring red notification, brows creased.
Black Mask's goons have intercepted some military shipment...
"Ugh..." Jason groans, and moves to put on his helmet (he never changed out of his costume), checking his guns, when a sudden crash from behind him snaps his attention to the man-child he's supposed to be babysitting.
Bruce has stepped off the gurney and collapsed face-down on the med bay's floor.
He can't just leave him there, can he?
Jason considers his options: He could either strap Bruce to the gurney and leave (in which case Dick will have his head), or he could take Bruce out on the streets with him (in which case Dick will absolutely want to murder him.)
Jason smirks. It’s obvious which one’s the right choice.
Ten minutes later, Jason’s riding through the city at over a hundred miles per hour, with Bruce strapped to the backseat of his motorcycle. Bruce is wearing a dollar store ripoff of the Robin domino and a Robin-themed cape made of Tim’s bedsheets, looking absolutely ecstatic at the high speed.
They arrive at the warehouse where Black Mask’s goons have transported their stolen goods, parking in a shadowed spot a building away. Jason gets off, helping Bruce onto his feet, and says, “Now, I’m going to go shoot some people, you stay hidden and quiet, got that?”
“Guns are bad,” Bruce replies, holding a finger to Jason’s helmet. “Just like clowns. And ducks.”
Raising an eyebrow, Jason shakes his head. He doesn’t have time for this right now.
Jason quickly scales the nearest building, grappling to the roof of the warehouse. He peeks in through a hatch in the roof to survey the area. There are about a dozen armed goons, none of them looking very bright. There are 4 crates they’re guarding, likely filled with ammo.
Cocking his guns, Jason jumps down through the hatch, landing right in the middle of the warehouse with a ‘thud’ sound. “Surprise,” He grins, raising his guns.
“Aye, that’s Red Hood, ain’t it?” Comes a goon’s terrified voice. The others around him immediately aim their guns at Jason— they’re clearly untrained.
Suddenly there’s another thud behind him. “That’s a bucket, you morons!” Comes a too-familiar, slurred voice. Jason turns around to come face-to-face with Bruce, eyes wide. 
In a fight with any real criminals, this distraction would have cost Jason his life. But luckily these adorably clueless goons are just as shocked as him.
Unfortunately the distraction only lasts for a few seconds. Jason immediately jumps into the fight, shooting three goons in the kneecaps and dodging a few bullets. From the corner of his eye, he sees two more goons running out the door, crying. He punches another guy in the face, instantly knocking him out, and is about to turn back to check on Bruce when suddenly something hard collides with his skull.
Jason staggers slightly, trying to regain his balance, when he sees a goon holding a giant stone, wearing a proud grin.
Fuck, his helmet’s probably busted…
Then suddenly Bruce is running towards the goon, hands fisted and veins popping, screaming, “NO ONE HURTS MY SON!”
Then Bruce’s fist collides with the goon’s with a sickening crunch, splattering blood across the floor as the man crumples to the ground. Bruce doesn’t stop there, and continues to beat him up, yelling profanities.
It warms Jason’s cold, (un)dead heart to watch that— to see his Dad fighting for him. It’s like they say, you’re most truthful when you’re drunk— or high. This is how much Bruce loves him.
Then another thought strikes him— Bruce is going to regret being this violent when he sobers up. It’s going to claw at him, tear him up, and he’s going to compartmentalize and end up punishing himself by overworking.
Jason rushes forward, pulling Bruce off of the man. “B— Robin, stop!” He shouted, looking into the man’s domino-covered eyes.
Bruce’s brows furrow. “Robin?”
Jason points to Bruce’s Robin-themed cape and stock domino.
“Ah.” Bruce nods, pulling away. “You okay? Did you see any duck?”
“Duck?” Jason pauses in confusion. But before he can question it farther, he spies the three remaining goons using a ladder to climb up through the roof of the warehouse, trying to escape.
“Stay here. And do not move.” Jason orders Bruce, and runs after them.
He makes his way up the ladder as fast as he can , exiting under the polluted night sky. The goons, the ridiculously stupid goons, are standing around the edge of the roof, trying to figure out how they’re going to get down.
He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this ridiculous shit.
Actually, scratch that, he doesn’t get paid at all.
“Wow, you guys are pathetic,” Comes Red Hood’s robotic voice, startling the goons, and one of them accidentally topples over the edge, screaming. Jason ensures that the guy’s hanging on tight— he can wait.
He cocks his guns, aiming both at the two standing goons. Both men are trembling with fear, hands up in surrender. “Hood— Mr. Hood, please—” One of them squeaks, but one look from Jason shuts him up.
“Please. Mr. Hood was my father,” Jason quips, his robotic chuckle sounding sinister. 
That’s when he hears another voice behind him (again)— “But I’m your father.”
Jason jumps, whipping around. “How did you— I didn’t even hear you come!”
Bruce just shrugs innocently, waving his bloodstained hands at the terrified goons.
Then Jason hears the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. From the corner of his eye he sees the bolder of the goons, the one that had spoken before, taking aim.
“DUCK!” He yells, falling out of the way.
Instead of dodging, Bruce falls into a defensive stance, looking around frantically. “Where?!”
The bullet barely misses Bruce’s ear as he turns his head.
Jason has had it with sky-high Bruce now. Annoyance rising, he quickly shoots the two goons in the kneecaps, forgetting about the one hanging off the edge, and stalks up to Bruce, glaring.
“What is up with you and ducks?!” He demands, his voice raised.
“Ducks are evil,” Bruce spits, nose wrinkled. “Just like clowns. And bats.”
Jason’s brows raise. “Bats are evil?”
“Yeah, duh, that’s why everyone’s scared of Batman.” Bruce rolls his eyes, his drawl sounding too much like Steph. “Bats are scary.”
“You really took ‘become what you fear’ too literally, huh?” Jason snorts, putting his guns back in their holsters. Then he takes off his helmet, checking the damage— just a slight crack at the back. Not too bad.
“You know, I fell into a hole and into a cave when I was a boy and a dozen bats attacked me. I nearly died.” Bruce continues, gesturing towards the air with his hands. 
“Yeah, right.” Jason shakes his head, chuckling. “Now come on, we gotta get you back.”
That’s when another voice rings out, high-pitched and scared. “Um, Mr. Hood? Please HELP! Please, please, please—”
Jason’s attention snaps to the corner of the roof— ah, right, the goon’s still hanging off the edge, isn’t he?
He grumbles, making his way over, and squats above the man, shaking his head. The man below him looks like he’s pissed himself, face ashen, tears running down his cheeks, muttering, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…” On repeat.
“I’ll pull you up on one condition,” Jason looks down at him, voice low. “Never become a gun for hire again. If I see you fighting on the streets…” He pulls out his gun.
“No, no, I won’t, I swear…” The man whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. Jason sighs, and grabs the man by the collar and hauls him up. He crumples onto the roof, curling into a ball.
“Take out your phone and dial 911, tell them you’ve been naughty,” Jason orders, his gun pointed at the man’s head. (What? A guy needs to have some fun.)
The man whines, and immediately obliges.
“Pathetic,” Jason ties the man up quickly, and makes his way over to Bruce, who was sitting on the floor of the roof, taking apart some random crushed handphone he’s found.
“Get up, old man. GCPD will be here soon. We’re going home.” He pulls Bruce up, ignoring how he longingly stares at the dismantled phone.
The two of them grapple down from the roof, landing safely on the pavement. As they walk towards his bike, Bruce says, “Did you know I ate a phone once?”
Jason stumbles slightly. “What?”
“Tasted nice. Like electricity. Crackle-y.” Bruce hummed, his face straight (as straight as someone dating Superman could be). He isn't kidding.
That, or he's delusional.
“Don't try it. You might turn into a computer or something.” Bruce nodded very seriously.
“Oh god,” Jason snorts. “I'm so glad my helmet’s recording all this. Perfect blackmail material.”
“Black's a very, very pretty color.”
Jason rolls his eyes, revving the motor, making sure Bruce is safely strapped onto the backseat behind him. “You're just emo.”
“What's emo?” Bruce raises an eyebrow, words slightly slurred.
“Y'know, when people wear all that black makeup, skinny jeans, with hair covering their eyes.” Jason explains, putting a spare helmet on Bruce's head. “And listen to, like, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. The Emo Trinity.”
“Oh, oh!” Bruce's eyes sparkle. “Dickie used to do that! He went to a My Chemmy concert once, but he didn't want me coming along.” He pouts.
Jason thinks of all the times Gerard Way has shoved a mic down his throat and grabbed his junk. “Yeah, I wonder why.”
Then he turns around to look Bruce in the eye. “But, Golden Boy was emo? Seriously?”
Bruce just smiles and nods, saying, “Now go.”
“Going,” Jason smirks and speeds down the streets of Gotham city, not slowing down until their surroundings change from shitty apartment buildings and broken street lights to the eerie quiet of Bristol. He can see the Manor in the distance when he takes a hidden turn, straight down the road that leads to the Batcave. 
He pulls into the underground ‘garage’ section of the Cave, parking his bike before helping Bruce off. As he removes Bruce’s ripoff domino and “cape”, he says sternly, “Now, you tell no one of what we did today, got that? Not a soul.”
Bruce just flashes a thumbs-up and smiles in the most un-Bruce-like way possible. It’s a little creepy, honestly.
“And even if you remember this once you sober up you won’t talk, because you swore on your soul not to tell.”
“Mhm. Kay.”
“Good.” Jason smiles slightly, helping Bruce back to the gurney, making him lie down. He checks him over for any symptoms that the painkiller overdose is making his health worse. His skin’s still cold and clammy, but his breathing’s more steady. His pupils aren’t as small anymore, and he’s way more responsive than he was an hour ago.
Huh. Maybe all he really needed was some exercise.
Jason sits down beside his father, taking a deep breath. “Hey, uh… Did you really mean that, back there? That… That I’m your son?”
Bruce’s brows furrow. “Yes, who else’s son would you be? Superman’s?”
A short laugh escapes Jason. He moves closer to Bruce, lying down so his head is resting beside the older man’s. “I just…” He sighs, unable to form the right words. “I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but… I love you, Dad.”
“Aww, Jaybird…” Bruce’s hand moves sluggishly to cradle Jason. “I love you so much more than you could ever imagine.”
A small smile plays on Jason’s lips as he closes his eyes, leaning into his Dad’s touch. Maybe… maybe babysitting a high Bruce isn’t so bad.
[BONUS!!!]
Dick walks into the infirmary nearly an hour later with Damian trailing behind him, intending to check up on Bruce. He’s been ringing Jason’s phone for a while now, but he hasn’t been picking up. And… Honestly, Dick’s getting worried.
“Tt. I knew we shouldn’t have left Father’s safety in the hands of an incompetent fool such as Todd,” Damian frowns, scowling.
“No, no, it’s probably just a misunderstanding,” Dick tries to reassure his baby brother, but he picks up his pace. “I mean, we both know what Jason’s like. One moment he’s nice, one moment he’s—”
His voice trails off as he sees Jason sitting on a chair beside Bruce, who’s on the gurney— both asleep, with Jason’s head resting on Bruce’s shoulder, and Bruce cradling him.
“Aww, Little Wing…” Dick smiles, pausing. Even Damian freezes behind him. Dick steers him away, back into the main house, so as to not disturb the sleeping pair. “Yeah, they’re okay. Nothing bad happened.”
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summary: Gabriella decided she wants to be like her mother and now Miguel has to deal with the mess
Miguel x fem!reader
Married au
Fluff?? (Master list)
A/N: i babysat and this happened and I just need to write something fluffy so I don’t cry about the makeup😭😭 also if you don’t like kids I don’t suggest you read this cause to me it’s kind of adorable but to others it may be bothersome so just a warning.
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Miguel was actually trembling, not because of anger, but because he was scared for his life. He knew he was dead once his wife came home.
It was Miguel’s turn to pick up Gabriella from school. You still had to finish up something back at work and couldn’t pick her up as usual so you had asked your wonderful husband to pick her up. He was exhausted but seeing that it was his kid, he picked her up from school. Gabriella was saddened to see that her mom wasn’t there to pick her up and it was obvious to Miguel by the way her smile dropped to see him in the car and not you; followed by a soft disappointed “oh.” falling from her lips.
It was nice to see he was truly appreciated by his small gremlin.
As soon as she got in the car she started asking half a million question.
“Where’s mommy?”
“Why are you picking me up?”
“Is she working?”
“When will she be back?”
“What are we having for dinner?”
“I’m hungry”
Miguel answered the questions to the best of his abilities, each one of them.
“Working, she’ll be back later tonight, and idk what do you want for dinner?”
Miguel was patient with his daughter, anyone who would see him with her could swear it was a different man, he wasn’t a patient man to anyone but his family it seemed.
“Can we have Burgers from that one place with the scary clown?”
Miguel chuckled at his daughters description of McDonald’s as he switched lanes to make his way to the fast food joint.
“That’s alright, but don’t tell mommy cause she’ll be mad cause I’m supposed to make dinner tonight,” Miguel said as he made the turn to go through the Drive Tru.
After agreeing to keep it a little secret he ordered them a happy meal and the “$7 dollar spicy McChicken bundle.”
“Don’t forget the toy daddy!”
“Of course not princesa, yea sorry does the happy meal still come with the toy?” He asked the (what Gabriella likes to call) lady in metal box.
“Yes sir,” the lady said in a flat tone.
“Alright then that’ll be all”
“Pull up to window one”
Miguel wondered if this is how his colleagues viewed him, as a kind of rude, antagonistic prick. But he couldn’t blame the lady, she worked McDonald’s after all, who would be grumpy?
With their bags in the car Miguel and Gabriella talked all the way until he parked in your driveway. Gabriella insisted on carrying the drinks but he gave her the happy meal instead.
With the skill of a waiter, which he used to work as before college, he balanced the bag and tray of drinks in one hand and unlocked the door with another.
They sat on the couch and laid the food out on the coffee table to put on a movie for the two of them to watch. After eating Miguel fought to keep his eyes open, but seeing his daughter snuggled up to him on his left side, he couldn’t help but fall asleep.
That was his first mistake.
The second was thinking that his daughter was a heavy sleeper because as soon as Miguel started to softly let out snores, Gabriella woke up.
She felt sad, so sad that her mom wasn’t there. She loved her dad but he was currently sleeping and she didn’t want to bother him, but she was lonely. She decided that playing with her dolls might help, but it came to no avail. She went into her parents bedroom and laid on their bed trying to feel the comfort of her mother, but when she didn’t find it she went to the closet and flicked on the lights.
She took off her mom’s favorite cardigan from the hanger, breaking off the hook in the process, but nonetheless Gabriella wrapped it around herself and started to cry; it smelled just like her mommy.
There wrapped in her mom’s cardigan and feeling so comforted knowing that her mom wore this and still smelled liked her, an idea popped into her head.
Maybe if I dressed up like mami, I won’t miss her that much since I’ll look like her.
It wasn’t the brightest idea, by a mile, but Gabriella was 5 and she was so used to her mother being with her at this time that it made perfect sense to her, so she got to work.
Gabriella already had the cardigan but she’s missing the dress she likes her mom to wear. She thought it made her look like a princess, a soft pink dress with black polka dots and lace surrounding the borders and waistline.
She ventured into the closet again and found the dress but it was so high up! She couldn’t get a chair it was too heavy and she didn’t want to wake her dad up, he was getting his deserved rest, so she decided to pull it down.
She tugged but when it didn’t come down the first time, she tugged harder. This time the hanger snapped in two like a carrot. It made a loud sound that Gabriella feared it woke her dad, so she softly ran to the living room to see if he was still asleep and sure enough, he was concked out on the couch, the movie from earlier still playing.
Gabriella let out a sign of relief and went back to her mission.
She put on her mom’s dress on top of her pajamas and layered it with the cardigan and went to her mom’s vanity to see the results. There in the mirror she didn’t see her mother, but a small figure wrapped in long clothing. Gabriella was about to start crying out of frustration when something caught her eye, the make up. (You see where this is going? Great)
Of course! Mom wears make up, that’s why I don’t look like her!
She grabbed the nearest pallet she could get her small hands on, the sleeves of the cardigan crowding her, and opened it up. It was like seeing a unicorn. She had a multitude of colors to choose from. She’s seen her mother wear almost every single one, but which one?
Gabriella pondered but the sleeves were still crossings her and getting tangled in her hands so she decided to give it a little trim. Just a little, you know an inch or two. She knew she wasn’t allowed to use the scissors without supervision yet, so she used her teeth. She gnawed at the fabric until she made a hole and ripped it a little bit until a strip of cloth tore away from the main sleeve. She did the same with the other side and once it was at an acceptable length she continued with her make over.
She decided to match the makeup with the color of her dress. She grabbed a fluffy brush (blending brush) and stamped it on the light pink, creating a lot of fall out. Looking up at the large mirror with light surrounding it, she swiped, smeared really, the eyeshadow on her eyelid. When she was done, she looked at her herself but the link was barely noticeable on her tan complexion (fr tho my eyelids cannot get any light colors when I’m doing makeup) and was unsatisfied. She went back in the pallet and dug for more colors, and seeing that it worked to make the color more pigmented she stuck to her technique.
Now I really look like mommy!
She was so excited that she started to grasp the look of her mom that she started applying everything she “knew” how to.
Mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, blush, and more eyeshadow.
She felt that she was really starting to embrace the vibe of her mom she thought, she was ecstatic that forgot that her dad was in the other room still sleeping. And it wasn’t until she mindlessly closed another eyeshadow pallet loudly that she literally picked up pigment from that she remembered that he was with her, because he was in front of her, trembling.
Uh oh
And that’s how Miguel found her, looking like that scary clown from the burger place.
He stood there in shock of his daughter. He had woken up from a loud slam and he rushed to the room thinking that his daughter knocked something over or that someone could’ve possibly broken in, and know he didn’t know what situation he preferred to be in. He was in deep shit.
He didn’t know what to say so he just stood there arms by his side with his mouth open wide. (Look at pic in the intro for visual)
He started to asses the situation as he ran a hand down his face.
Me va a matar. Estoy muerto. Muerto! (She’s gonna kill me. I’m dead. Dead!)
“Look daddy! I look like mami!”
He chuckled from disbelief and worry,” yea mama I can see that”
He walked over to her cautiously. His wife’s vanity was a mess. Make up scattered unlike the meticulous way you had left it. Dustings of different colors on her glass table top along with lipstick smears and mascara. His daughter didn’t look any better than the table. It looked like someone punched her from the black eyeshadow from her failed attempt at a smoky eye, but then why was there so much pink? The color of her check made her look like Santa Claus, and her lips were roughly painted in with a deep red color, the color making her look like the previously mentioned clown.
He walked over to her and removed the brush she was holding and kneeled down in from of her.
“Mamá what did we say about touching mami’s makeup?”
Gabriella face dropped as she looked down at her feet ashamed,”to not touch it if she wasn’t here with me.”
“So why did you touch it?” Miguel asked gently, trying to not let the panic show.
“Because I missed mami and I thought if I looked like her, I wouldn’t miss her”
It broke his heart to see Gabriella’s lip tremble and her eyes fill with tears. He wasn’t mad, honestly, scared for his life, but not mad. He knew you wouldn’t get mad at Gabriella, you understood what it was for your parents to leave you unattended and alone for hours on end, to only have yourself for comfort. But you had warned Miguel time and time again that you should move the vanity somewhere else so that Gabriella wouldn’t be tempted to touch it and he assured you that he would do it, and he forgot no matter how many times you reminded him. You had offered to do it yourself, but he wanted to do something nice for you and insisted doing it himself, and because of his stubbornness and forgetfulness, he was shitting bricks.
He held her small face in his larger hands -and brushed away the tears that had fallen. He looked at her with a sympathetic look on his face,“why didn’t you wake me up? You can ask for help, you know that,” he felt bad, because maybe he did something that made Gabriella feel like she couldn’t come up to ask him, and he wanted to fix it.
“Because you were sleeping and you were really tired, I didn’t want to bother you” Gabriella said between sniffles.
“Ay mama, nunca vas a ser molestia ok? Nunca.” “(Oh baby, you’ll never be a bother ok? Never)”
He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight. His daughter was so adorable and he honestly felt like crying from him grateful he was to have her as his daughter, she was perfect.
“Do I look pretty like mommy?” Her voices was muffled by being trapped in her fathers arms.
He pulled her back and tried his best to hold back his laughter. He gave her a small smile, “you look like a princess”
With that Gabriella was was completed.
He helped her take off the makeup and the clothes so all she was left with was the pajamas. Once he took the cardigan from the floor and held up to see the sleeve was torn, he saw the guilty look on Gabriella’s face.
“Gabi, did you use the scissors by yourself?”
“No”
He was puzzled the tears looked semi clean, if she didn’t used scissors then what did she use?
“What did you use them?”
She pointed to her mouth and answered “my teeth”
He couldn’t hold it in any longer, he started laughing so hard tears were coming out.
Teeth! She used her teeth! I guess where there’s a I’ll there’s a way.
After putting up the clothes on new hangers and cleaning up the broken ones from the floor, he took Gabriella to her room. She insisted on writing her mom an “I’m sorry” note. So after brushing her teeth she wrote a messy note, with the help of her father since she still can’t spell. She drew a small picture on the other side of her crying and a bouquet of flowers saying “im sorry!” in capital letters next to a stick figure picture of you with a sad face.
She gave it to Miguel and went to bed.
Miguel saw the note and chuckled at how his daughter’s strange mind works. She really was your daughter.
He went and cleaned to the best of his ability and finally moved the vanity to an office space serving as a mini couples cave (idk it’s a shared space for both of them that’s used to store important work files) next to the room. The door made a loud crack sound anytime anyone opened it so if anyone needed to get in or out, it would make the crack! sound. It was annoying but it was safe.
So he waited on the couch, leg bouncing up and down waiting for you to get home.
He nearly jumped out of his place on the couch when he heard the keys jingling in the knob to unlock the door. As soon as the door opened he jumped up as you announced your arrival.
“Hey. I’m home. ¿Gabriella ya se está durmiendo?”
(Is Gabriella sleeping?)
“Si. Se fue a dormir como hace una hora.”
(She went to bed like an hour ago)
“Oh.” you let out a soft pout that he wanted to kiss away, but he needed to keep his composure for what he needed to say.
“Le quería decir bunas noches.” You said as you started to remove your heels letting out a satisfied exhale. “¿Que hicieron hoy?” You sled as you have him a small peck on his lips, making your way to your bedroom.
(I wanted to say goodnight to her)
(What did you do today)
“So uh, funny story” he chuckled while bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck, following behind you.
“OH MY GOD! You moved the vanity?! thanks I’ve been waiting to see when you would do it” you teased him taking off you dress. He was mesmerized by the way you looked in just your underwear but he shook it off.
Now is not the time
“Yea but um…you want the good news or the bad news?”
You looked over your shoulder as you put in your sweat pants and one of his shirts on.
“ the good one? I guess? I know I’m supposed to do the bad first but I want good news!” You were walking towards him and he went to your dresser and retrieved the note Gabriella had made from the top drawer.
“Gabi made you this” he gave you the note
“Awww she did? That’s so sweet of her” you turned the piece of paper to reveal the message.
“‘I’m sorry?’ For what?” She looked at you with a furred brow waiting for you to explain. You just simply pointed to the office space as she walked over to it and cracked it open.
It took her a few minutes until she saw that her pallets were disorganized and she opened her favorite one up, the one she thought that had possibly all the colors imaginable. And she gasped in horror.
Miguel I’m the other room though was preparing himself when you yelled
“Miguel ven haca!”
(Miguel come here!)
He slowly but surely made his way to the office space, ready to face your wrath.
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A/N: i went overboard Ik but this is my first fic. Leave comments if y’all want; I’m open to criticism! Have a nice night💗
Xoxo,
Xitlalli
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synopsis: curious what the problem is in your dating life where you just can’t seem to get guys to commit fully to you beyond a second date, your work associate offers his help.
part of my ninety minute movies one shot series. ♡︎
paring: vernon x fem! reader.
genre: co-workers2friends2lovers (? lmao)
warning/s: mentions of substances (alcohol, weed, cig, vape etc.) swearing, very bad jokes!, sexy time (y/n has female genitalia!) pls no minors!!
word count: 6.3k
content: . non-idol idolings, some other svt members. y/n and vernon work at a bar.
note: our next stop in my fav little movie inspired writings is he's just not that into you!! a true classic in my eyes. and who better to be our male lead than bernon himself, a perfect silly goofy man. i acc tried to edit and be good?? for once.. lmao. love u xo. HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Waltzing around your co-workers behind the bar like a choreographed dance, handing out drinks to some of your familiar customers, soaking cherries in alcohol, and stuffing your tips inside of your folder for the night it was a perfect distraction from the thoughts running through your mind about that awful date you had gone on the night before. 
You were convincing yourself all the guys you’ve been out with just weren’t for you, maybe to make yourself feel better, maybe just to put blame on someone else for the reasons you can’t seem to surpass a second date. 
“Y/N, could I get two vodka martinis. One dirty and one with a twist, twice shaken please.” 
“No problem, Som.” 
Somi was one of your co-workers and someone you’ve become close friends with working with her over the course of a year when the bar first opened. standing by your side on  the busiest night of the week, the other was Vernon,  he was slightly newer and unfamiliar standing next to you behind the bar, girls flirting with him left, right and center hoping to crack open his quiet yet charming exterior. 
Taking orders upon orders your body was craving a moment to yourself, being an introvert and working in a high volume environment with the type of company that spends hundreds of dollars a night just to sit at a table and feel important takes a toll on you. 
“Vernon, would you be cool if I stepped outside for a second?” 
“Yeah, no problem. I’m good.” 
“Alright, thanks I’ll be back in five.” 
“Sounds good.” 
Nothing more than his simple answers, for the most all you know about him is he’s your age, in college not sure what major he could possibly be studying, and he lives decently close to the bar, coming in on his days off with groups of his friends to have a drink of his own made at your own hands. 
Stepping outside the employee entrance into the back of the building, feeling the cool air light up your body, you decided to light up something of your own, a small perfectly rolled cigarette wrapped up in its signature strawberry flavored paper and vanilla tobacco inside. 
Three minutes into your first break of the night, the door slid open revealing the quiet boy standing in its frame. 
“Shit. I’m sorry, I actually need your help. A big group of finance dudes came in.” 
“It’s alright, I’ll save it for later.” 
Dipping the pastel candy like cigarette into the ashtray, basically kissing it and saying you’ll see it soon, you stepped back in with Vernon to your front strolling through the back room full of fresh liquor bottles. 
“This is a weird question. But what were you smoking? It smells good. Actually, normally cigarettes make me nauseous as hell.” 
“Oh. It’s a vanilla tobacco, but my rolling papers are strawberry so it’s kind of sweeter that way.” 
“No wonder. I always thought you smelt like vanilla musk, but I knew it was something different. I just assumed it was perfume. I like it.” 
“Thanks, Vern.” 
“Yeah. Want to take the table? Or wait for them to come up to us?” 
“I’ll go.” 
“Alright.” 
Cutting around the marble countertop, trying to avoid the patrons sitting at the end of the bar. You spot the group of men wearing their fancy suit jackets, and various colors of button down tops. One of them in particular was your date from a few weeks ago. The one who left you a post it note on your nightstand to wake up to basically telling you he wouldn’t call but thanks for the fuck. 
Swilling your pride, you stayed walking towards them, now with the pretty smile usually wiped across your face lost and turned into a closed lip grin. 
“Hey, what can I get for you guys?” 
“I’ll take you with a side of bourbon on the rocks please.” 
“Clever. I’m not on the menu. Anything for you.” 
Your fingers pointed towards the rest of the helm just patiently waiting for more unusual comments and weird flirting tactics. 
Your date though, kept his head buried in his menu, avoiding making eye contact with you out of his own embarrassment making you decide to fuck with him a little in front of his annoying crowd of friends. 
“And anything for you, Chris? Jack Daniels and Coke with a splash of cherry I presume? Or are you going to write your order down on a post it note?” 
His crowd erupted in laughter, clearly aware of his tactics when he leaves girls and decides to not call them back.
He muttered back it was fine as you walked off back to Vernon watching on with a smirk on his face. 
“You know him I assume?” 
“Unfortunately I do.” 
“Can I ask how?” 
You contemplated telling him a lie, just something simple like he was an old friend or an ex-boyfriend, but in order to keep him from opening up to you, you chose the real reason. 
“Actually we went out a few weeks ago. In the morning I woke up to a note taped to my pillow saying how he wasn’t interested in seeing me anymore but thanking me for being a good fuck and being so accommodating and sexy.” 
“No fucking way.” 
“I’m not kidding.” 
“Want me to spit in his drink?” 
“Yes. But I don’t want you to lose your job. It’s alright, not the first time for me unfortunately and actually maybe one of the nicer ones.” 
“Not the first time a dude you’ve fucked wrote you a note saying he’s not into you?” 
“There’s been worse believe it or not.” 
“You’ve piqued my interest.” 
“I’m sure.” 
“How do you meet dudes like that?”
“I’m a lucky girl, now do me a favor and take these drinks to them, because if I do I’ll probably say some shit I’ll regret.” 
“Alright. What’s his name?” 
“Who?” 
“Asshole over there.” 
“Chris” 
“Cool. Thanks.” 
“Vernon why?” 
“No reason, keep working.” 
“Don’t do anything stupid.” 
“My whole vibe is stupid, be back in a second.” 
Watching the boy out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he placed everyone’s drinks for them, reaching Christopher last, pretending to trip over his chair, spilling the alcoholic concoction over his pants. 
“Dude what the fuck?” 
“Oh shit, my bad. Let me get you a new one.” 
“Why the fuck are you so clumsy, how am I going to get a girl here when I look like I pissed myself?” 
“The girls that come in here don’t want some bitch who drinks cherry whiskey and Coke, they like real men. But I’ll be back in a second.” 
“What the fuck did you just say?” 
“You heard me, man. One second alright I’ll be back with your bitch drink.” 
Chris’s friends seem to be enjoying watching his night being turned into a shit storm, assuming they maybe don’t enjoy his company much either. 
“Why did you do that?” 
“He seems like a tool, he’ll be fine.” 
“Well thank you. It was funny, I had to hold my laughter in so he doesn’t think I made you do that for me.” 
“Safe bet.” 
Your night continued on until midnight when all the happy and drunk patrons exited the restaurant and you got to cleaning up the bar space, leaving you, Vernon, and Somi alone in the dimly lit room. 
“Vernon? Want to stay and have a drink as a thank you for helping me out. Somi would but she has to get back to her ball and chain.” 
“Are we allowed to do that?” 
“Well my dad owns the place, I don’t think he cares much.” 
“You’re dad? Wait what the fuck, I never put that together.” 
“Yeah. Him and his friends.” 
“Holy shit.” 
Laughing along with Somi at his amazement, you bid her goodbye before sliding into a bar top table, holding the glass of vodka in your well manicured fingers. 
Much to your surprise your more than shy coworker decided to stay with you sliding in next to you holding his own glass of beer. 
“So wait. I’m confused. Your dad and his friends opened the bar. Why do you want to work here?” 
“Easy. I always liked the idea of being a bartender and my parents would kill me for being a kid who didn’t have a job or work ethic and just using their money.” 
“Got it. Aren’t you in school?” 
“ I haven’t decided what to go for yet so I’m taking some time. Not sure yet. You?” 
“Journalism.” 
“For real? That’s cool as hell.” 
“Yeah.” 
Your phone lit up on the table blasting the ringtone really loudly in between you and Vernon, flashing the name Matthew on the screen. 
“Hey. Yeah, this is her. Oh really? Can you hold on just ONE second. Thanks.” 
Vernon waved you along letting you go on with the conversation with the guy who's been taking you on dates for the past week, curious why he’d be calling you late. 
 “Wait since I’m out of the loop, who was that?” 
“You really want to know?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Okay, so his name is Matt. We met at the coffee shop a few weeks ago. He was cute. He paid for my drink and we just sort of hit it off.” 
“Have you guys slept together?” 
“Yeah. The first day we met.” 
“Y/N no. You’ve got to make these guys wait. Like they’re getting exactly what they want from you before you even know if they’re fucking idiots or not.” 
“Really? Does that actually work though? I mean you heard him say he likes his ex there’s nothing I can change about that?” 
“Did you ask when his last relationship was before you guys started dating?” 
“Yeah he said he’d been single for two months.” 
“Two months? And he’s already back with her? Or was he always seeing her when you guys were together? What kind of dates did you go on? Dinner? Or?” 
“Coffee sometimes, then he’d just come hangout at my place most of the time.” 
“So you never went to his?” 
“No.” 
“So he was cheating on his girlfriend with you?” 
“What? No, he said he was single.” 
Vernon ran his hands through his hair and let out a sigh before looking back at you. 
“You guys met for coffee, you’d have him over to your place during the day, you’d have sex and he’d leave? You never saw his apartment? He just confessed that he’s been seeing his so-called ex over the phone the whole time you guys were quote on quote dating. He definitely lives with her and was fucking you for fun. You weren’t dating.” 
“Speaking from experience, Vernon?” 
“No. I’ve only ever dated one person seriously.” 
“So why are you giving me advice about my dating life?” 
“Because I had a successful five year relationship and you’ve had none? And you seem to need it.” 
“Wow. I would normally be pissed, but you’re right. I can’t seem to tell what I’m  doing wrong actually. Maybe I'm destined to be single.” 
“Not true. You’re pretty, nice, and you’ve got a cool ass life. You’ll be fine, you just need some editing maybe.” 
“So what? You want to be my relationship guru? Or?” 
“Yes.” 
You outstretched your hand to his and he shook it for you, confirming your now partnership where he would help you with your dating life. 
“Wait, before we go further. Try this.” 
Lifting the straw to your lips for you, Vernon offered you a sip of the drink he made.
“Wait, that's good, what is that?” 
“That assholes drink.” 
“I hate that I actually fucking like it.” 
“Me too.” 
You and Vernon spend the rest of your night together shooting the shit and getting to know each other more, once two am rolls around you both decide to head out and walk home. 
“This is me.” 
Much to your surprise Vernon swipes his key card to enter the same building as you. 
“Wait, you live here? How come I’ve never seen you in the building?” 
“I just moved in like three weeks ago. I spend most of my time in my apartment with my cat if I'm not at school or work.” 
“What floor?” 
“Seven.” 
Pressing the number seven on the elevator button before you tapped number thirteen, you and Vernon rode silently up to your separate homes. 
Before stepping off onto his floor, he pressed the hold door button.
“Come over tomorrow around six? I know you have the night off so we can hangout or whatever.” 
“Okay. What should I wear?” 
“You’ll figure it out. You always look nice. Casual is fine.” 
Rolling your eyes to his back as he strode off to his front door, you yelled a goodnight out of the door before they clocked shit and ran you up to your own place. 
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Waking up the next morning you stepped out of your bed and pulled out all the ingredients to make a perfect cup of coffee, something that was like a religious ritual for you to clear your head before starting your day. 
After the brew was finished dripping though your pour over carafe you decided to take in some sun on your balcony and prepare your mind for the rest of the day until you were set to get ready to hangout with Vernon. 
The unexpected invitation to go on a quote in quote fake date with the boy had your head confused. What should you wear? What should you do with the little information given to you about what’s going on? 
After spending a few hours outside with your coffee and disconnecting from your phone, you decided to head back inside and go through your closet in search of the perfect casual outfit. 
Placing options on your bed, you hopped into the shower and spent time under the hot steam scrubbing your body from head to toe. After you were satisfied with your cleanliness, you stepped out and sat at your vanity, drying your hair and curling the front two pieces of your perfectly done up-do, painted your nails a perfect cherry red color, and put on your typical makeup look. 
Sliding your slippers back on you stood now in front of the three tops hanging in front of you feeling them for the perfect vibe. Eventually selecting a simple white button down top to match your gray pleated short skirt, slipping up a pair of simple tights and black heeled knee high boots. 
Finally the time came for you to run down seven floors and step off to find Vernon, knocking on the door to the left of the elevator a woman who you’ve seen around the building once or twice answered. 
“I’m sorry, I think maybe I have the wrong apartment. Excuse me-“ 
“You’re y/n?” 
“Yes. Hi.” 
“Hi, I’m Vernon’s friend Chae. I like your outfit, it's super cute.” 
“Oh. Thank you.” 
Stepping into the similar shaped apartment to yours, you notice the colorful paintings all over the walls, the beautiful soft blue couch, and the cozy smell of fresh linen hitting your nose, as you walked in further you saw a group of various people sitting around in his living room, some pouring themselves drinks, some standing around eating snacks and talking. 
“Would you like water or a beer or anything?” 
“Oh no, I’m alright for now thank you.” 
“No problem, I’ll just go see what he’s up to. Excuse me.” 
“Sure.” 
After waiting five minutes in the threshold of Vernon’s front entry, he peeled around the corner, dressed in an oddly similar outfit to yours, minus the heels and mini skirt. 
His crisp white shirt and matching gray coat and pants, a black leather bag, carrying a pair of nice black sneakers in his hand. 
“Hey, sorry I accidentally spilled cola on my other shirt, I had to change.” 
“That’s alright. I like your outfit though, you look cool.” 
“Thank you, I like yours too. I told you about casual dress though.” 
“This is casual?” 
“If you say so. Want a cocktail or something?” 
“Uh, sure? Wait though I thought we were going out or something, I didn’t know you had company. I can leave?” 
“No. Well, we’re going out a little later to a party,  I wanted to invite you, come on.” 
You stepped into his kitchen where he had various types of alcohol scattered on the counter, next to slices of pizza and a couple bags of chips. 
You looked around the room at the new faces, some of them you recognized from Vernon bring them to the bar with him. 
“Want the asshole special again? I actually made myself one.” 
“Weirdly I do, yeah.” 
Vernon laughed as he mixed you the same concoction he spilled the night before, handing it over to you gracefully. 
“Thanks.” 
“Yeah, no problem. This is a weird question, but did you roll any of your cigarettes or have any of those cute papers you use? I told my friend about them and he wanted to find some to roll a joint with.” 
Digging through your bag you pulled out the small case full of tobacco and papers from inside, holding out the pack to him to give to his friend, someone who you’re sure you’ll meet at one point or another. 
“Wow. Thank you.” 
“It’s cool, I have a bunch anyway. So, what does this have to do with you being my relationship guru anyway?” 
“Nothing actually. Just wanted to hangout with you more.” 
“Oh, right.” 
Something about Vernon being so kind to you and sticking up for you last night and today was making you see him in a different light almost like you were starting to have a crush on him. But he could never be into you that way, especially seeing how he interacted with his friend Chae. 
Walking around his apartment and saying hello to his friends, you chose a seat adjacent to the couch, one that was unoccupied and slightly out of the way. 
Some of his friends knew who you were without you even having to mention it. Talking and getting to know them. You excused yourself to the bathroom, but stumbled upon a room adorned with movie posters and music equipment. 
“The bathroom is right here.” 
Vernon pointed to the unlatched door down the hall, the same position as yours. 
“I know. I live here too. I was just being nosy.” 
“Oh. That's cool, you can check it out if you want.” 
Stepping into his office space, you smiled looking around at his various media and collectables, staring at the framed record on the wall signed by an artist you like yourself. 
“This is yours?” 
“Yeah. I got it as a birthday present when I was like eighteen. I love it.” 
“Sick.” 
“Sick? You’re so weird. Do people say that shit still?” 
“Fuck off. People definitely still say that.”  
“Not cool people.” 
“You literally told me I was cool yesterday?” 
“I spoke too soon.” 
As you and Vernon were standing in his room laughing, Chae appeared behind you both without your knowledge and gripped Vernon’s side, scaring the both of you with his reaction and finding her laughing her ass off. 
“You should have seen your guys’ faces. It was too easy.” 
“You’re such an asshole, I almost hit you.” 
“I’d like to see you try, big boy.” 
You just smiled, feeling a little awkward watching Vernon flirting with his friend.
“We want to head out, are you guys ready?” 
“I’m good, I think Y/N had to use the restroom though?” 
“Yeah. It’s okay, I think I might just head back to my place. I have a headache, but you guys have fun.” 
“No way, come on, take some tylenol and let's go.” 
“Chae. Let her leave if she doesn't feel good.” 
“She obviously wants to leave because she found your weird collection of fucking disney vhs tapes, not because of her headache.” 
“Not true.” 
“It’s fine. I’ll come, just let me use the restroom fast. I’ll meet you.” 
“Are you sure?” 
“Yeah.” 
Leaving you to do your business, Chae handed you two small white pills from her bag, and a swig of her beer to wash them down with before heading behind Vernon as they got ready to leave for the next location. 
After a few minutes  of walking you and Vernon’s friends  pulled up outside a bar you’ve never been to but heard a lot of your friends enjoyed, amply titled Love Bites.  
Vernon held onto your shoulders and walked you into the front door of the bar, pushing you towards a table where he told you to sit down and wait, as he walked away and left you with his friend to order everyone a round of drinks. 
The seat next to you that you’d hoped Vernon would fill was taken by a dark haired boy you hadn’t recognized from earlier back at the apartment. 
“Y/n? Hi, I’m Joshua. 
“Oh. Hi, nice to meet you.” 
“Vernon’s friend just so you don’t think I’m some random dude.” 
“Right. I figured.” 
“Actually I was the one who asked for the papers, thank you by the way.” 
“Yeah, no problem. Do you smoke? Like weed or?” 
“Yeah, just weed. I used to smoke cigarettes and vape for a while or whatever, but I stopped for a while. I just realized it was a boring habit.” 
“How’d you know I had strawberry papers, did Vernon tell everyone?” 
“No, no. He just said you were cool. Very friendly, but you didn’t talk about yourself enough and that you have nice smelling cigarettes that you smell like sometimes. Nothing too much really.”
“Oh. No dirty details about my weird dating life he pressed me about?”  
“Nothing about that, but he knows about my awful habits too. He always tells me I need serious help.”
“Yes. Me too, I called him a relationship guru.” 
“He thinks he is, but he’s had a crush on the same girl for a while. I'm not sure who she is, he never told me anything more about it. I’m not sure he’s the guy I’d trust to set me up that's for sure.” 
“Oh really? Is it, you know?” 
You pointed with your eyes across the table to Chae who was seated next to Vernon’s side. 
“I don’t think so. She’s definitely been in love with him forever, they were friends when they were kids and rekindled a few years ago when she moved back to town. She's really obvious about it, but he never said anything.” 
“Ah, I don’t know he seems to flirt with her alot.” 
“He’s just like that with everyone, overly friendly, kind of dorky.” 
“I see that.” 
You spent the entire night talking and getting to know Joshua, surprisingly finding out a lot of things that made you more and more intrigued about him. 
When the night finally came to a close, you left with his number and a plan to go out with just the two of you a few days later. Maybe Vernon being your friend was going to pay off more than you knew and his relationship guru advice brought you right into the hands of his very good friend. 
In the next few weeks you continued working and getting to know the pervious shy boy you thought Vernon was and going on actual good dates with his friend Joshua, who much to your surprise wasn’t the type to fuck you and forget you on a first date. 
Months passed by as your casual dating with Joshua went on and on, thinking that while it was good something with him was missing. But, you kept giving him a chance anyway. Unaware what that something was. 
On a night where you were getting ready to go out for a date you found Vernon outside of your apartment door, knocking on it wildly waiting for you to come and answer. 
“Is everything alright?” 
“Y/n.” 
“Want to come in?” 
“No. Yes? Is that alright?” 
“Are you okay? You’re acting weird as hell.” 
Vernon just nodded his head and sat down on your couch. 
“Are you getting ready to head out? You look really nice. I feel like I’m interrupting something.” 
“No. I just got home from a date actually. Why?” 
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” 
“It would help if you stopped saying sorry and told me what was wrong.” 
“Chae.” 
“Oh?” 
“She was over at my apartment. We were just playing video games and having some beer or whatever, but she tried to kiss me. And I let her at first, but I didn’t want to kiss her. I never have. I know she’s pretty and whatever, but like..” 
“Wait. So why did you come up here?” 
“Because I didn’t know what else to do? She’s still downstairs, she said she won't leave until we talk about what happened and she’s crying. I tried to tell her I wasn’t interested in her romantically and I liked being her friend, but she won’t take no for an answer. I just didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry I interrupted your nice night like this.” 
You walked over into the kitchen and poured Vernon a glass of water to hopefully settle him from rambling so much. 
“Can I ask you why you aren’t interested in her? I always assumed you guys had something going on.” 
“No. Never. She’s not my taste, I mean she’s really cool. But we’re really similar and I don’t want to date someone who reminds me too much of myself otherwise I’d get bored, but never break it off maybe because I’m too nice or maybe because I feel too comfortable. Does that make any sense?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Plus, I told her I liked someone else anyway and she got even more upset. She started accusing me of being a liar and leading her on.” 
“I’ll be honest and when I first met her I thought you liked her too, but the more I got to know you I realized you pretty much act that way around everyone you’re comfortable with.” 
“Right.” 
“Want me to help you get her out of your apartment?” 
“You would?” 
“Yeah. I still owe you for spilling that drink a long time ago.” 
“My god, no you don’t” 
“Shh, in my heart I do. Are you staying here or coming?” 
“I’ll come.” 
Heading down the elevator still in your nice date outfit, you grabbed his keys and unlocked his front door to find Chae still sitting on his couch, waiting for him to come home. 
Looking her up and down you found her dressed in shorts two sizes too small with Vernon’s T-Shirt draped over her body. Clinging to his pillow and looking you up and down. 
“What the fuck is she doing here, Vernon? She’s not a part of this at all.” 
“Actually, I’m here to ask you to politely get the fuck out of his apartment and stop making him feel bad for not liking you.” 
“You’re such a bitch, he does like me. The person he doesn’t like is you, so maybe you should get the fuck out of here. He just feels sorry for you.” 
“Chae, that’s not true and don’t talk to her like that.” 
“You’re actually defending her? She hasn’t been nice to me once since she met me. She just acts like an entitled brat around me all the time, making me feel stupid. She’s not a part of this conversation at all, don’t you understand how insane this is?” 
“She is a part of it actually, because she’s the girl I have a crush on and if I wasn’t so focused on making everyone else around me happy at the price of myself I would’ve been able to tell her that already instead of doing it like this.” 
“Verno-” 
“Her? You fucking like her? Seriously? She told me she never would date someone like you and that you’re dorky and a loser.” 
“What the fuck is wrong with you? That’s never happened. You’re the one who parades around making me feel like an idiot and that I'm not good enough to be friends with Vernon. You know who’s being an entitled brat? You. You’re kicking this poor guy out of HIS apartment for not liking you back like a child, you’re sitting on his couch in HIS clothes, waiting for him to come back to you to try to pressure him into being with you when he told you he likes someone else. If you’re such a good ass friend to him like you constantly claim to be, then maybe be that good friend and get the hell up, give him his shirt back and get the fuck out or you can talk to him like the adult that you are and try to understand how he feels and continue being his friend. If you don’t like either option I don’t know what else to tell you. So, what will it be?” 
“If I talk to him, you need to get the fuck out of here, I don’t want you around.” 
“Fine with me, but stop being such an insufferable bitch and maybe have some compassion. Goodnight.” 
Not wanting to wait around for the elevator, you slammed Vernon’s door shut leaving them to have their conversation and walked up the seven flights of stairs back into your cozy home untainted by her bad energy. 
Hours later after you were showered and ready to destress from the absolute chaos your night has been, you poured yourself a glass of wine and sat on your to smoke a nicely rolled joint as a treat to yourself, leaving your phone inside your room and out of your eyesight. 
Suddenly mid-inhale another knock came to your door, half of you wanted to pretend you were asleep, but another part of you assumed whoever it was must have an issue with you smoking inside your home. 
Looking through the peephole of your front door, you saw for the second time in the night Vernon standing outside, now in his plaid pj pants and a hoodie pacing around waiting for you to answer. 
Taking in a deep breath you opened the door and took one look at his messy hair, realizing he must have been trying to sleep, but couldn’t. 
“Yes?” 
“Can I come in?” 
“Be my guest. Sorry I’m smoking weed inside, it smells weird.” 
“Can I have a hit actually?”
“Sure.” 
“Thanks.” 
Handing over the pink flower, Vernon took an incredibly long hit of the weed, exhaling it creating a cloud over the two of you. 
“Wine?” 
“Uh, not yet. Can I confess something to you?” 
“Is it about the girl you like?” 
“Sorry you had to find out like that. I was planning on telling you, but then you started seeing Josh and whatever else it just got away from me, it wasn’t the right time I know. I just let it slip.” 
“It’s okay, Vernon” 
“It’s not, especially when you’re not single. I feel like I ruined any relationship we had with saying it, even our platonic one.” 
“When you talked about ruining my nice night before? Didn’t you wonder why I was coming home from a date at 7:00pm? It was because I actually just broke it off with Joshua. He was really nice about it of course, but I just felt like we were friends and nothing more.” 
“Oh. So you’re not?” 
“Dating him? No.” 
“So I didn’t ruin it?” 
“My night? Not at all, it wasn't that great anyway.” 
“Seriously?” 
“Yeah.” 
Vernon took the opportunity to steal your glass of wine and downed it right then and there whispering a small sorry to you for doing so. 
“Okay, so. I knew I liked you the moment we started working together. I wasn’t sure how to tell you ever, I wasn’t even sure how to talk to you because you made me feel so awkward, not because you were mean or anything, just because I knew I’d sound like a fucking dumb ass. But, that night we first walked home together and had a drink. I found out so much about you, I liked you even more so I asked you to come and hangout with us at my place, I figured I could get some courage to finally ask you out, which ultimately I failed at again and it just spiraled out of control. It’s just gotten more and more bad for me, like bad in the sense I just can’t stop falling for you and you didn’t know. Until I essentially fucked it up further telling you I like you infront of Chae, which was a mistake too. I keep fucking it up.” 
“You're doing pretty good if you ask me, but you should’ve just told me a long time ago then none of this crazy shit would have happened.” 
“That's charming, no?” 
“Only because it's you.” 
“Look, I don’t need an answer from you now or ever, just know I wont be fucking weird about it anymore. I’ll let you go to bed. I’ll see you in a few days at work and everything will be good.” 
Vernon got up and tried to walk towards your front door for an exit, but you caught up to him in time, grabbing him by his shoulders and spinning him around just in time to plant a perfectly placed kiss on his pink lips. 
“I like that you’re fucking weird and for your information I admire your dumb vhs tape collection.” 
Vernon took his opportunity to kiss you again, even longer this time than the first one, pushing his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as his hands snaked their way around your body. 
“You taste like vanilla too.” 
“Nice?” 
“Perfect.” 
“Would us having sex count as us fucking on the first date?” 
“This would be considered fucking before the first date.” 
“Ah, I see. Is that a no-no?” 
“I’ll let it slide.” 
Vernon lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his long torso, and carried you onto your couch, setting you down to be perfectly face to face with his enclosed penis, now beginning to grow inside of his pants. Dipping your fingers into the waistband of his pants you grazed the tips of your fingers over the head of his dick, making him shiver from the cold touch of your hands. 
Unwrapsping him like a present, his penis flew from his waistband and you quickly wrapped your lips around the soft pink skin, slightly creating a suction cup with your lips as his hands found their way to the back of your head and he fucked your face gently. 
As his speed picked up, the head of his dick was pounding its way to the back of your throat making him weak in the knees and unsure how much longer he could go on like this without relieving himself inside of your mouth. 
In order to savor this moment further, he against his better judgment pulled you off of him and got on his knees in front of you, running a finger down your neck, placing soft kisses on your lips and all the way down to your sternum, his fingers following along. 
Pushing over your panties to the side he ran those same fingers up and down your wet center, making you moan and push onto him, begging for him to put them inside of you without many words. 
When he was finally done teasing you, he placed his first two fingers at the entrance and ran his thumb over your clit making you squirm and let out a small moan, trying to grind your way further onto him. 
With the same speed as before he started pumping his fingers into your wet center, crawling his way into your body and making you overwhelmed with pleasure. 
Suddenly he was four fingers deep stretching you out as a preparation for you to be comfortable fucking his much larger dick when suddenly you squirted all over his bare chest, slinking back onto the couch in a fit of heavy breathing. 
Vernon didn’t let you off the hook though, he grabbed onto you hips, carrying you onto the floor under him. Finally fucking you through your previous orgasm, riding into the sensitive waters of your clit, softly sucking on your nipples as he slowly thrusted himself onto you, almost like it was the only way to cure the aching in your center. 
As the sweat and your bodily fluids mix their way together, the heavy breathing slowed to near silence, watching him in ecstasy fucking into you, noticing the beauty of the way his eyelashes ran across his cheeks and the small light gold flecks in his eyes. He’s never been more beautiful to you than he was tonight. 
Suddenly in your daze his lips came onto yours before he slightly lifted them off of you to whisper while they still grazed over the top. 
“Can I come inside?” 
“Please.” 
And with your verbal confirmation Vernon filled up your body with his semen and rode into his very own orgasm as well. 
Kissing you once again he got up and ran into your bathroom to grab a clean towel for you both to clean up with and laid back down next to you on the floor. 
Suddenly the two of you erupted into laughter, just thinking about how stupid you both were to see chemistry between you was about as hot as the sex you both indulged in. 
“I can’t believe you were going to leave.” 
“I can’t believe I thought you weren’t into me.” 
“Who said I wasn’t lying?” 
“The way you were moaning and fucking into me told me all I needed to know.” 
“Ok, hot shot.” 
“So about that first date?” 
“It’s on.” 
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yuyanwrites · 6 months
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Hello, how are you?
Could I request BSD headcannons with Sigma, Poe, Dazai or Chuuya about someone proposing to the reader in front of them!
No pressure with this, if you don't want to do it!
Betrothed to another (fluff ver.)
Dazai, Chuuya, Poe, and sigma x gn!reader (separate)
A/n: I'm indecisive so I'm doing an angsty and fluff ver. ^^
Tags: Established relationship (with character), a child has an innocent crush on reader (and "proposes" to them)
Dazai
He's so childish omg
Argues with the kid
Probably snatched the two-dollar ring the child gave to you
The child would be like "(Name)! Will you marry me?" while holding up a cheap silver ring.
Meanwhile Dazai let out a loud gasp while putting his hand on his forehead like a damsel in distress. "No way! (Name) is marrying me!"
Cue their arguing
Its a back and forth really and you tried to stop their fight but you ended up giving up
You didn't want to break the kid's keart but at the same time you didn't want to deal with an overdramatic dazai
Eventually, the two come to an agreement
The agreement being whoever gets you to agree to marry them first, keeps you
Its silly and you laughed a little at this but dazai is already thinking about what ring to get you in the next week
Chuuya
They're just a kid he told himself
They don't even know about what love actually is
They probably just copied their parents or the disney movies they watched
But then said kid waved the ring in front of your face for the millionth time, still on one knee and was doing a whole speech about how much better than him they are
He couldn't take it
Argues with the kid #2
He really tried to reason with the kids patiently
Explained the kid's crush and how that doesn't equate to marriage and how marriage is a huge commitment and responsibility and everything
However, we all know he has anger issues so after an hour he's arguing with the kid
No agreement, the kid's parents came to pick them up and asked how their last lesson went (You're their tutor) and left
Please comfort Chuuya he's all sulky and grumpy now :(
Poe
The only mature one tbh
Socially awkward
He kind of just stands there
Watching you two with a little frown
He wants to intervene and calmly explain to the child why that's not possible but he gets tongue tied
He tries to write a little scenario to explain love and everythig hfdsakhfjdiksaj hes so sweet <3
Got completely ignored
Got a little upset because of that but stays calm and collected
Instead he lets you handle it while he makes all three of you something to eat
Karl is there to comfort him dw <3
Give him lots of kisses and cuddles after, he deserves it after all he did try
Sigma
Bro is basically a kid in a man's body anyways
Omg does anyone ever think of him of like a man-child ok off topic sorry
I think he'd be a mix of sulky and understanding
At first he'd be a little sad, yeah like just sad, not upset or frustrated like the first two
Just sad
But then he realises its fine because its a kid and he knows you love him <3
It was probably a random kid you babysat spotting you in public
They ran up to you in the mall with a ring in hand and proposed
The parents scolded the kid and apologised to the both of you so there wasn't much to do
Sigma is still understanding the concept of love so he's very understanding after his mini-sadness-phase
Probably smiled at the kid and walked away completely unphased after tbh
Very chill
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calypsocolada · 7 months
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9:15 A.M. | k. nanami
synopsis: a handsome man is very puctual at the coffee shop you work at. authors note: hi! in celebration of the upcoming shibuya arc (sadface, here's a lil fluff, might write a part two if the spirit posseses me. cw: fluff wc: 1.8k
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There was a man that came into your work almost everyday at exactly 9:15 a.m. He was never late, at least not on the days you worked. He was polite but never smiled and tipped you very well for someone only spending five dollars on a black coffee. You didn’t know his name, you thought it might be weird to ask. But he was tall, styled blond hair, sharp features and impeccably tailored suits. Which was why you called him suit. It wasn’t clever you knew that but it was the first thing you thought of and it caught on with you coworkers. 
You liked seeing him, it helped that he was incredibly handsome, like one of those business men in romance movies, the ones that act cold but have secretly big hearts. 
Sometimes you find yourself wondering about him. Was he married? It wouldn’t surprise you if he was. You also wondered what he did, did he sit at a desk all day, bossing around a bunch of college aged interns? He had to be the boss. The way he dressed, his impossible seriousness, you could see him running a stressed hand down his face after a long day, or through his styled hair, messing it up. His hand coming up to loosen his tie with deft fingers, leaning back in his expensive leather chair, exhausted. 
“Earth to Y/n,” Your co-worker snapped her fingers in front of your face. You blinked a few times, shaking your head as if coming out of a dream.
“Yes, sorry, I’m listening.” You said apologetically. 
“I was just wondering if you felt any better? Someone told me you called off yesterday.”
“I feel better.” You say with a smile. You had a migraine that kept you up the night before last, it wasn’t a big deal but you didn’t want to deal with snappy customers yesterday. 
“That’s good.” Your co-worker smiles as the front door bell chimes, indicating a customer. Your eyes glance at the door and you see him. You glance at the clock. Right on time. “Your favorite customers here.” Your co-worker teases in a low whisper as you shoot her a quick glare. Suit approaches the counter as your eyes meet and your face lights up in a smile. 
“Good morning, the usual?” You ask as the man purses his lips slightly giving you a nod. You push off the counter, spinning around to make his order. “It’s nice outside today,” You say over your shoulder. You always tried talking with him but he didn’t say much, he seemed very mysterious, that or maybe he wasn’t a morning person.
“It is.” He says and you hear him pulling out some cash from his wallet. Sliding a lid on his coffee you turned back around to hand it to him. He reached for it, his fingers brushing yours. “Are you feeling any better?” He asked and your eyes snapped up to his. 
“Hmm?”
“Your co-worker,” He started. “She told me you were out sick yesterday.” He said and for a moment you're stunned, you're not sure you’ve ever heard  more than two words from this man and it has been months that he’s come in here. 
“Oh that,” You wave your hand. “Bad migraine.” You say and he looks at you and nods.
“Drinking plenty of water then?” He asks and you laugh softly. 
“You sound like my father.” You joke and see the corner of his mouth quirk up, he breathes out a small laugh. Your brows raise at the sound, stunned at this entire little conversation.
“I’m glad you feel better.” He says warmly as he hands you the money. 
“Thank you.” You smile, putting the cash into the register and handing him the change. 
“That’s your tip. Keep it.” He says, tilting the cup to you before turning. You pause to watch him leave and when he disappears past the windows you look down at your hand. 
“Did he just give you a forty five dollar tip?” Your co-worker chirps behind you, you startle at her voice, breathing out a laugh. 
“He sure did.” You answer, sticking the money into your aprons pocket. 
“He’s not married by the way.” She says as you turn to face her. 
“What?”
“Suit’s not married. He doesn’t have a ring.” She points out.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Well if he was and I was his wife I would divorce his ass because the way he looks at you should be considered an emotional affair.” You blush to your toes at that comment, turning from her as you roll your eyes.
“Come on, no he doesn’t.”
“He does. Not to mention he asked about you yesterday, that’s why I told him you were out sick.”
“Liar, he did not.” You argue.
“He totally did! He looked worried for you too.” She jests as you slap her arm slightly. “You know what he tipped me yesterday?”
“What?”
“2 dollars! He usually gives you ten.” She pouts as you start laughing. “He totally has a crush on you.”
“A crush? Stop… He doesn’t. He’s just nice.”
“Yeah he wants to be really nice to you up against a wall maybe.” She says as you press your hands over your face in embarrassment. 
“Go away.”
“Ask him out. I dare you.” She pushes.
“No! I don't want to make him uncomfortable.”
“Trust me, he won’t be.” 
“No.”
“Come on! Live a little. When’s the last time you went on a date anyways?” She asks and you think genuinely about it. It had been months, maybe even closer to a year. “I know you find him attractive, you probably want to-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” You interrupted, sliding into the stool right by the counter. 
“Ask him out or I’ll do it for you.” She says and you stare at her hard.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
But she totally would, which is why you find yourself incredibly nervous the next day as you watch the minutes tick by. 9:13. You blew out a nervous breath, tapping your pen against the counter. 
The worst he could do is say no but nevertheless it was still completely nerve wracking. You could barely sleep the night before. You put your shoes on the wrong feet and accidentally wore your jacket inside out, then you missed your bus and had to jog to work. It had already been a long day and you’d only been here for just over an hour. 
The door chimed. 9:15. Damn, the one day you wished maybe he wasn’t so punctual. When you looked up your breath caught. He wasn’t in his usual suit and tie. He was in gray sweatpants and a tight black shirt with what you were assuming was his college’s name across his chest, not to mention his hair wasn’t styled back, it was falling onto his forehead. You let out a breath you were holding in, your throat dry as you forced a smile and hoped you didn’t look like a maniac. 
“Morning,” You greeted. 
“Morning,” He said back, giving you a warm smile. A smile! He never smiles. You are momentarily taken back by the smile as he approaches the counter. 
“Were you out for a run?” You croaked out as he nodded his head, his hand coming up to run his hand through his hair, his shirt riding up slightly exposing a very toned stomach. You forced your eyes up, a blush coming to your cheeks. “Your usual?” You ask. 
“What would you recommend instead?” He asks and your brain stutters. 
“Me?” You ask and his mouth quirks up. He looked entirely too handsome. 
“Uh huh.”
“Uh-- I don’t-- Maybe, uh-” You stutter, feeling like a fool but he doesn’t cut in or look impatient. “I don’t really drink coffee.” You say and he tilts his head, his hair falling on his forehead slightly.
“Tea?” He asks and you nod your head. “I’ll take your favorite then.” He says, reaching into the pocket of his sweats to fish out his wallet. 
“Okay, coming right up.” You try not to sound nervous as you turn, working quickly. It seems like today really isn’t your day, you burn your hand as you fix him the tea and drop the glass, cursing in pain. You turn to grab ice.
“Did you burn yourself?” He asks, voice concerned. 
“I’m sorry, your drink will be right out.” You say as he smoothly walks around the counter. 
“Not worried about that right now.” He takes the ice from your hand. “May I see?” He asks, he’s so tall up close, and he smells like pine even though he should smell like sweat. You nod your head as his fingers gently turn your hand so he can see the burn. He turns on the faucet. “Ice won’t do the trick, you need cool or lukewarm water.” He says, feeling the water before gently pulling your hand under it. You're both so close, his arm brushes against your shoulder.
“Am I gonna live, doc?” You ask as the man laughs, you made him laugh twice now and each time it stutters your heart. He looks good serious but even fucking better when laughing and smiling. 
“I think you’ll live.” He says. 
You wrap up your hand and finish making him the tea, this time carefully without injuring yourself. You slide it to him across the counter and he picks it up. 
“It’s green.”
“It’s matcha.” You smile, watching him pull the cup to his lips, taking a slow careful sip. He lets it ruminate before humming slightly. 
“Mhm, it’s good.” He says and a giant smile slides on your lips. 
“You like it?” You ask.
“I do. I should’ve asked your favorite a long time ago.” He says, pulling out money.
“Oh, you don’t have to pay, it’s on me.” You say but that doesn’t stop him.
“I insist.” He says, pulling out a one hundred dollar bill.
“Please, after helping with my hand it’s my treat.” You say but he hands it to you anyways. 
“Well, consider that my tip then.” He says. “That’s too much, sir, I can’t,” You start. “It’s Nanami.” He says and you realize that he’s told you his name. He’s known yours this entire time due to your name tag.
“You're too kind,” You say, sliding the money back to him. “I’d feel like I’m robbing you.” He doesn’t make any move to grab the money, just takes another sip of his matcha.
“It’s hardly robbing if I’m giving it to you.” He says with another warm laugh.
“I can’t take it. I’m sorry.” You say, and he nods his head.
“How about a date then?” He says and you snap your eyes up to him. He has that serious look about him again.
“A date?”
“Mhm.” He nods.
“You and me?”
“Ideally.” He smirks and your entire body blushes. You wondered where all this confidence came from, but honestly it didn’t matter. You liked it. 
“I get off at 8.” You say and you see his cheeks blush as he smiles at you. 
“I’ll pick you up then.” 
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evanpeterswhoresblog · 9 months
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Behind the Crime
Warren Lipka x f!reader
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warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral male receiving, dominate warren, underage drinking, underage smoking, use of marijuana, rough sex, hint of choking, talk of robbery, um yeah i think that’s it
summary: from the moment you were brought into the heist, you knew working with warren was going to be hard…
word count: 3.4k
a/n: sorry for not posting guys i have not been on the grind lately. i watched this movie and omfg evan was so attractive i just needed to write. if you’re the real warren lipka just scroll this is about evan…
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You sit back in your chair, the crew members adjusting your mic. You’re starting to regret doing this interview, but it’s too late to back out now. Everything’s already set up, the camera is about to be rolling. The interviewer is sitting a few feet away from you, notes in his hand. He waits for you to give him the signal that you’re ready. You nod, he begins.
“So, y/n, how did you become involved with the group?” He asks.
“I was first approached by Spencer when I was eating lunch outside one day...”
~~~
You were sitting alone, the cool fall breeze almost too cold to be comforting. You didn’t pay much mind to it though, you were more focussed on your studying. You were flipping through the pages of another history article when suddenly there was a presence beside you. Looking up at them as soon as you noticed, you recognized the boy as someone from your class.
“Can I help you?” You asked, your tone polite.
He looked nervous as if he were about to ask you out. “Hi, uh, I don’t know if you remember my name, I’m Spencer we have Art History together.”
“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you,” you replied. “Do you need help with the homework or something?”
“No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something else, if you’re not busy or anything,” he said, his voice quiet.
You look away for a second before replying. “Sure, sit down if you want I’m not busy.”
He smiled at you before quickly sitting at the spot across from you. He put his bag on the table, you could see him take a deep breath. Was he really going to ask you out? You thought he was cute, but definitely not your type. You started to pray he wouldn’t say anything along those lines.
“I started to ask around a week or two ago about people who are good with computers and stuff, a lot of people told me you were the best person to go to,” he started. He lacked confidence in his voice, you felt bad for the poor guy but paid close attention to his words. “I need some... help with cameras.”
“What kind of cameras?” You asked, intrigued.
What he was saying was true, you were decently good with computers. You mostly would hack into places and disable things you didn’t like, like the cameras on the public library computers. It wasn’t anything illegal, at least you didn’t think it was illegal. It probably was, but you didn’t care.
“Just you know cameras in... semipublic places...”
You raised an eyebrow. “Like what kind though? Phone, laptop, desktop, security?”
“Security,” he answered quietly. “But before you say no listen, how does a couple hundred thousand dollars' worth of payment sound?
“What?”
“I won’t tell you the details till I know you’re on board but let's just say something is going down and we need help with the cameras. The pay would be huge and all you’d have to do is just mess with some cameras for like twenty minutes.”
You only stared at him; your mouth slightly hung open. Was he being serious? Was he really asking you to join him in a potential robbery that would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars? You never would’ve expected to be asked such a question on a cloudy Thursday at lunch. You shut your book completely and look around to make sure nobody is close.
“This money, it’s guaranteed?”
He nods. “As long as we get the job done, you’ll have it.”
You knew it was crazy, you knew whatever was going to happen would either result in you going to prison or having to run off into hiding. But the thought of being able to pay all your student loans off and have extra money to live off of was more appealing. Hacking into cameras wasn’t that hard, and it wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Unless it was.
“If you’re trying to get me to make sure a murder or rape isn’t on camera I’ll snitch,” you warned him.
“Oh no, nothing like that is happening at all. It’s just you know a robbery,” he replied, his expression genuine.
You nodded your head, convinced whatever he was asking couldn’t be that bad. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”
~~~
“What was your first impression of the guys?
You smile. “They were really cool, funny, just overall really fun people to hang out with.”
“Do you remember the first time you met all of them?”
“Of course, like it was yesterday...”
~~~
The house you sat in front of didn’t look like a typical criminal's house. It looked like an average American’s family house actually. You were parked out on the road outside the house Spencer told you to go to, you were meeting the rest of the people involved with the robbery. It had been about ten minutes of you sitting out there debating whether or not to go in before you got a text from Spencer asking where you were. You sighed, praying to God this decision was the right one before getting out of your car.
You knocked on the front door with a shaky fist. You started to regret your decision, you thought about turning around and leaving, but the door was opened before you could act on it. An older woman stood in front of you, she looked to be in her 50s.
“Oh, you’re very pretty,” she said, making your cheeks turn red. “You’re here to see Warren, right?”
You had no idea who Warren was, but you nodded. The lady's smile grew, and she opened the door for you and ushered you inside. She directed you to the basement entrance, asking you a million questions you had no answers to. After those few but excruciating painful minutes though, you walked down the basement stairs and finally caught sight of Spencer.
There were three other guys in the room and all of their eyes were on you. Two, along with Spencer, were sitting on a couch. One of them was skinny with glasses, the other muscular with no glasses. They didn’t grasp your attention though. The last guy who was standing did. He had long dark curly hair, and eyes to match. His eyes met yours before you watched them slowly move up and down your body. You didn’t know how to react.
“Guys, this is y/n,” Spencer said, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“Hello, I’m Eric,” the guy with glasses introduced himself.
“Chas,” the muscular guy spoke, not paying much attention to you. “Are you sure this was a good idea, Spence? How much do we really know about this chick? No offense.”
“Shut up, we agreed,” Spencer hissed. He waved you over and you complied, walking to the couch and sitting on the end beside him.
The standing guy took a step forward and held out his hand to you. You looked up at him before accepting his handshake. His hand was rough, you liked the feeling of it in yours. “I’m Warren and you are our cameraman or woman I guess.”
You laughed. “I guess.”
“How much has Spencer told you?” Warren asked after letting go of your hand and stepping back. It was then you noticed the maps on the wall with drawings all over them, the layout looked familiar.
“Just that I need to hack some cameras and that it’ll pay me a lot,” you answered. “I don’t even know what you guys are stealing.”
“Well y/n, I’m sure you’ve been to your own school's library right?”
You nodded.
“Have you ever taken a tour of the library’s rare book collection?”
You nodded again.
Warren smirked. “Then you know exactly what we’re stealing.”
Your face fell and you immediately looked at Spencer and the rest of the guys. “Are you serious? You guys want to steal historic books?”
“I told you this was a bad idea,” Chas mumbled from his chair.
“Shut up Chas,” Warren quickly snapped. He looked back at you, his dark eyes engulfing yours completely. “We’ve been planning this out for months, and you are the last piece to our puzzle y/n. Think about how much you’ll be earning.”
You didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a bad idea.
~~~
“Chas eventually stopped being cold to me, I actually think in the end he became my closest friend in the group,” you say, finishing your story.
The interviewer gives you a look. “Well, besides Warren right?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, a confused look on your face.
“I have to ask if the stories are true, you know about you and him. The other guys say something changed between the two of you after a party you all attended. I mean, didn’t the police even question if your involvement had a deeper meaning than simply the money?”
You shake your head, giving your best performance. “Me and Warren were only ever best friends, there was never a deeper meaning behind anything.”
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Music was pumping through your body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head you could feel it. It had been a few weeks since you met the guys, and they all wanted to do something fun before the heist. So, a frat party was naturally the easiest option. That’s where you were now, already two shots and half a joint in. You didn’t know where Spencer, Nick, and Warren were, but Chas was dancing with you.
Though the two of you got off on the wrong foot, you and Chas quickly learned how well you get along. He was a good friend, all of the guys were. You liked how easily they could make you laugh and brighten your mood. They were all good people who you enjoyed being around.
Warren was the only one that you felt different for. You didn’t know why, but from the first day you met you knew your feelings for him would be different than the other three. The way he looked at you alone was completely different than the others. There was always something darker in his eyes, something you knew wasn’t supposed to be there for simply a friend. Every time the two of you looked at each other, your stomach filled with butterflies. You wanted it too. But in those first few weeks, nothing had happened. No matter how much either of you wanted it.
After some minutes of you and Chas dancing, Warren and Spencer appeared. They asked if the two of you wanted to go out and smoke, you both agreed and followed them outside the back. Not too many people were in the backyard, but there were enough for there to be a bonfire going. The four of you found an empty spot near the fire and sat down. Warren took out a joint and lit it before passing it around.
“Where’s Nick?” You asked after taking a hit.
Spencer shrugged. “Probably with the weird kids doing weird stuff.”
“He’s not that weird,” Chas replied. “He’s just awkward.”
You watched as Warren took another long hit of the joint. Because of the weed and alcohol, you found yourself even more attracted to him than when you were sober. You wanted so desperately to run your fingers through his hair, you wanted to hear his voice as you touched him. He suddenly met your gaze, his lips curled up into a mesmerizing smile. You wanted to kiss him. It was too much for you to handle.
You swallowed and stood up, brushing the dirt off your shorts. “I need to um use the bathroom.”
You didn’t wait for any of their replies. Instead, you rushed back into the house straight to the kitchen. You poured yourself a shot, downing it before giving it a second thought. You needed these feelings to go away. How were you supposed to work with Warren if you couldn’t even look at him without thinking about having sex with him? It made you feel awful. A hookup couldn’t be the reason the robbery went bad, you refused to let that happen.
After another shot, you started to forget about your feelings. In fact, you started to forget about Warren completely. All you felt was the burning sensation of the alcohol in your stomach and chest, it felt good. You stumbled out of the kitchen and into the hallway, grabbing the railings of the staircase for support. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you, their hand on your back.
“Y/N, are you good?” It was Warren.
You turned your head and looked at him, God how could he look even better? “No- I’m not okay.”
“You’re wasted, you need some water,” he said. He moved his hand around your waist and pulled you up straight. You felt like you were on fire. “Come on, back to the kitchen.”
“Why are you here? I just- I just wanna forget about you,” you mumbled.
He started helping you walk back to the kitchen. “What? Why would you want to forget about me?”
“Because... I want you but I can’t have you. I thought you- felt the same that’s why it’s been so hard to resist,” you spoke, stumbling over your words. “I can’t look at you without thinking about you fucking me.”
Even in your drunken state, you could still see the cockiness on Warren’s face. He lifted you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly before turning and getting you a cup of water. You leaned your head back against one of the cabinets, your head was spinning. You couldn’t think straight.
“Drink,” Warren’s voice filled your ears.
You lifted your head and grabbed the solo cup from his hand, downing the water faster than ever. When you finished, you threw the cup to the floor, your eyes meeting Warren’s once again. He was standing close enough that if you reached, you could touch him.
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of how long you’d felt the tension between you two, that gave you the courage to gently place your hand on the top of his head. His hair was soft, just like you’d expected it to be. You smiled and played with his curls. He didn’t object, you were glad. You needed this.
“Do you want me?” You asked, your voice barely audible against the loud music.
“What do you think?”
You shrugged. “I thought so, but I could always be wrong.”
“Maybe I should make it clearer,” he said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off his head before stepping closer to you. “If this house wasn’t crowded, I’d fuck you right here, right now.”
Your heart was racing, your cheeks bright red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Warren was still holding your wrist, it sent electric shocks throughout your body. His eyes began to shift from your eyes to your lips and so on. You swallowed; a lump had formed in your throat.
“There’s probably an empty room somewhere,” you mentioned. “You could take me to one of them and show me you mean what you say.”
Warren raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, you’re pretty drunk.”
“I’m not- I swear. I consent, I’ll remember all of this in the morning,” you replied quickly.
“All right.”
Before you could say anything else, Warren scooped you into his arms and began to carry you through the house. You didn’t know whether to pretend you were drunk so it wouldn’t look suspicious or stay awake to also not make it look suspicious. You chose to stay awake and within minutes you and Warren were alone in a bedroom, your lips connected.
The kiss was fast and rough, everything you expected from him. His arms were wrapped around your waist, he towered over you. You wasted no time, immediately kicking off your shoes and pushing Warren back until he fell onto the bed. He pulled you on top of him, guiding your hips in slow motions over his clothed erection. You felt like you were on fire, you needed more.
You broke this kiss and leaned back so you were straddling him. You pulled off your shirt and bra, Warren followed your actions. Once your eyes fell upon his toned abdomen, you audibly moaned. You quickly leaned down again and kissed his chest, beginning a trail down his body. Each breath that left his mouth made your pussy drip even more. And when you reached his navel, his breaths turned into soft whispers.
“Keep going.”
“Please.”
“I’ll do anything.”
When you no longer had any skin left to kiss you looked back up at him, his eyes were already on you. He got your signal and instantly pulled his shorts and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. You weren’t surprised at his size; you had a feeling he’d be big. You started off by slowly stroking him with your hand, the expressions on his face already enough to make you cum.
After a minute or so of that, you bent down and pressed a small kiss to his tip. You loved the way his leg twitched. It made you proud. So, you took him into your mouth. He gasped, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head. He didn’t push you; he only twirled your hair back into a ponytail-like style and gripped it tight. You moved your head up and down, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. You were never a fan of giving head to guys, but with Warren, it was a different story.
Not much time passed before Warren pushed you gently, telling you he wasn’t going to last much longer. You didn’t care, you wanted him to finish in your mouth. But he told you he wanted to have sex, so you stopped. You peeled off your shorts and underwear before you climbed back onto him. His naked body against yours felt unreal, you were almost convinced this was all part of your drunken imagination.
However, when Warren pulled your head down and began to kiss your lips again, you knew it had to be real. His hands gripped your ass, kneading and playing with your skin. You positioned his tip at your entrance, you were so wet you didn’t need any lube. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, you wanted to know it was okay. He gave you a nod and so you began to push yourself down on him.
He filled you well, just the perfect amount. You had thrown your head back, a moan escaping your lips. You hadn’t had sex in months, and this was the perfect way to break that streak. You started to move your body forward and backward while simultaneously going up and down. Warren’s grip on your ass tightened with each movement you made.
“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “You do it so well.”
Your confidence was boosted; you began to move faster. This only lasted a few minutes though, much to your dismay. You weren’t too athletic; you didn’t have good stamina. Warren noticed this, and without saying anything he flipped your bodies. Once on top of you, he began violent thrusts. You almost screamed from the pleasure; you’d never felt anything remotely close to it in your life. He hit your cervix each time, it made your back arch off the mattress and your nails dig into his back.
“Warren,” you whimpered. “Oh, fuck Warren.”
One of his hands wrapped around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just rested it there. You felt the knot in your stomach form at this. It felt so good to be dominated by him. It had been your dream for weeks, and it had finally come true. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Warren fucking you fill your senses.
When you came, you practically screamed his name. You swore you could see stars. You’d never experienced an orgasm so hard in your life. Warren came a few seconds after you, you felt his dick pulsing inside you. He collapsed on you. You didn’t care about how his weight crushed you, you still held him as the two of you began to come down from your highs.
~~~
As the crew packs up, you remain in your chair, staring blankly out one of your windows. The interviewer is still across from you, but you don’t notice until he speaks.
“Just tell me one thing, off the record,” he says, grabbing your attention. “Did you love him?”
A small smile grows on your lips. “With all my heart.”
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Take a Breather | Solby x Reader
Summary: request by @mintyme101 - “I have been in such a fluffy mood lately and I feel like I’ve read every single fluffy Sam and Colby story there is. So I was just wondering if you could write a Colby x fem reader or Sam and Colby x fem reader who has been working super hard in college and burning herself out. She gets so stressed and upset she starts crying and having a panic attack but they pull her away from here homework, calm her down, make her dinner, and cuddle and watch a movie or something. You can make it your own.“
Warnings: stressed out reader, swearing, nothing else
Word count: 1.3k | not edited
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You slam your notebook down with a frustrated groan, “Fuck. This.” You push your book away from you, staring at it, mad that it didn’t fall off the table out of sight.
You stand up from your chair, leaning over to shove it to the floor as the door opens, “Whoa. Hey, sweetheart.” Colby sets his backpack down and walks over to you, clearly knowing that you were the happy girl they left the house with, “What’s going on?”
You plop down into your seat, folding your arms on the table, “I can’t do it.” You rest your head down, “I can’t.. fucking do this anymore.”
“Can’t do what anymore?” Colby sit in the chair next to you, hand gently rubbing your back as he glances back at Sam.
You turn your head, slowly opening your eyes, “School.”
“You’ve been pushing yourself extra hard, babe. Why don’t you take a break?” Sam leans on the table, eyes glued to yours, “You can take a break.”
“I can’t.” You argue, “I have to pass this test. I have to pass this class. I have to graduate. I can’t fail.”
“Take a breath.” Sam reaches out to pat your hand with his, “You can’t do any of that if you burn yourself out.”
Colby nods, “He’s right, babe. You can’t push yourself to do more when you’re on the verge of destroying a hundred dollar text book.”
You laugh slightly, “I just-“
“No. You don’t need to do anything right now but go upstairs, get in the bath and relax for a while.” Colby run his hand over your hair, “I’m telling you.. it’ll help.”
You sigh, knowing that they’re both right, “Fine.” You smile at them, “Thank you.”
They both nod and Colby cups your chin, “You’re going to pass. You’re smart as hell.” You smile and nod, “Right.”
You get up, giving them each a kiss on the cheek before making your way upstairs. You run the bath, adding some bubbles, you felt okay.
You felt like their little pep talk helped, until you were in the water. Sitting in the silence with nothing but your thoughts swirling around in your head.
You’re going to fail.
You won’t pass this test.
You’re so fucking stupid.
You sit up, breathing becoming more rapid. You try to fight it, calm down before it escalates, but it doesn’t work.
You bring your knees to your chest, arms wrapping tightly around them as you try to fight off the panic attack that’s setting in, but it’s too much.
You gasp for air as the tears welling in your eyes, fall down your cheeks in a steady stream. You cover your mouth, shaking from holding in your sobs.
You were scared. You wanted nothing more than to pass this class. To graduate, but you also knew you felt exhausted.
You were exhausted.
Burnt out.
You were where you didn’t want to be, yet again.
“B-breathe.” You tell yourself quietly. Your sniffles and gasps fill the silent bathroom, “Bre-athe.”
You shake your head, sobbing into your hands as nothing is working. There’s a knock on the door, “Y/n?” Sam’s voice asks softly on the other side of it, “Are you okay?”
You hated them seeing you like this, but you knew they were the only ones who would pull you from this, “N-no.” You choke out, “I-I’m not.”
The door is open and Sam is on his knees next to the tub, “Hey.” He runs his hand over your wet hair, “Breathe. Try and breathe for me, baby. You’re okay.”
You trying to calm down only seems to make your cry harder.
“Okay.” Sam stands up, getting into the tub behind you. Clothes and all, “Come here.” Sam pulls you against his chest, arms wrapping tightly around you as he tries to calm you with quiet and gentle shushing.
“Y-our clothes.. S-Sam.” You grab his shirt and he shrugs, “Not important right now, baby.” He kisses your head a few times, rocking you side to side, “You’re okay.”
Being in Sam’s arms really helped you calm down.
You knew it would.
“I-I’m sorry.” You whimper out, still worked up from the panic attack you just had. Sam glances down at you, “Why are you sorry?” He asks confused, “You have absolutely no reason to be sorry, y/n.”
You sit there against his chest in silence, knowing he’s also right about that.
“You study hard every day. You deserve a break. You need a break.” He whispers, “You have no idea how in awe of you, Colby and myself are. You will do amazing things, but you, and everyone else needs a break at some point.”
You sniffle, feeling yourself calm down immensely, “You’re right.”
He tilts your chin up to look at him, “You won’t fall behind. You won’t become any less. Taking a break will help you succeed.”
You smile slightly at him, nodding, “You’re right, Sam.”
He gently presses a kiss to your lips, “How does a movie and take out from your favorite place sound?” He smiles, which causes you to smile and you sigh, “Sounds pretty good, actually.”
“Good, because Colby already went to get it.” Sam smirks and hugs you right, “Now.. I’m going to go change, so if you’re done in here, I can bring you some clothes?”
You nod, “Please.” You move to stand up and Sam steps out, dripping half the tub all over the floor. You laugh slightly, “That probably wasn’t a good idea.”
He shrugs, “It was at the time.” He laughs and hands you a towel, “Careful.” He helps you step out and you walk over to his room, sitting down on the bed to wait until he comes over.
He comes over in a towel and you shake your head, “I appreciate you so much. Colby too.”
Sam nods, “What can we say? We love you and only want the best for our girl.” He grabs some clothes and walks over to toss them on the bed, “He would have done the same thing I did.”
You nod, standing up to dry off, “I know he would have.” You smile and get dressed, “Do you want me to clean up the water in the ba-“
“Nope. You just go downstairs. Colby should be back any minute now. You go sit and pick a few movies for us to watch.” Sam kisses your head before walking to the bathroom.
You make your way downstairs, looking around to see that they hid your school stuff.
Out of sight out of mind.
You walk over to the couch and grab a blanket off the back. Colby walks through the door and smiles when he sees you, “Feel better?”
You nod, “I’m getting there.” You smile as he walks over to you, setting down the bags on the tables. He leans down, pecking your lips, “Got you your favorite.”
“Thank you.” You smile and gently pinch his cheek, “i appreciate everything you guys do for me.”
Colby sits down next to you, arm laying over your shoulders, “Just returning the favor. You do so much for us daily without even knowing it.” He brushes your hair back and sighs, “We appreciate you.”
You smile and look over as Sam walks down the steps, “Alright. Who’s ready to get their movie watching on?” He walks over and sits on the other side of you and you smile, “I know I am.”
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading! 🖤
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vmpiires · 3 months
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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎
„𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘”
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𝐂𝐖;; mature content. afab!reader, stoner!choso, non-curse/sorcerer AU, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.
𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓;; choso’s mind has been spiraling for a couple days now. the fact that you wrote your phone number down on his hand had him going. he wanted to call you. he wanted to text you. but he just couldn’t. in order to be sanitary, he’d write the number down again on a sticky note and scrubbed the ink off his skin. he didn’t have time for a lover…but he felt like making time for you.
₊❏❜ ⋮ part one ⌒
. ݁ ࣪ ، ⌗ masterlist
: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.
: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 2.33K
dark mode recommended
do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.
𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; idk how long this story will stretch but if ya like it,, i’ll make more parts to it. not too many though. i wanna get to geto too (as promised). hope ya enjoyyyy. reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D (also lmk if you wanna be tagged for possible upcoming parts if i decide to continue)
another note: i finally made a masterlist. that shit took me 5 HOURS to make because i was fixing and adding so much stuff. i just wanted it to be pretty. ya should go look at it :P and should i make a AO3??? i see so many writers with them and i was wondering if i should do that too..
final note: guys,, remember this is my personal twist on the mid 90’s era so some things from current time will be put into the story (such as the ability to text without emailing one another or using a pager, familiar current time songs that are added into the 90’s era of this story, certain tv shows/movies that came after the 90’s)
₊❏❜ ⋮ continue to part three ⌒
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“choso, we should make the house look like a haunted house!” itadori suggests. october was the season of spooks and scares (as yuji put it) and choso wasn’t into festivities that much but if he had to do it to make his little brother happy, he would do it.
the boys make their way to the nearby department store, letting yuji pick out what decorations should be put up in the house. for a little boy, choso didn’t even even pick up how significantly scary the items were because yuji wasn’t shitting himself out of fear.
“uh…yuji, i know you said you wanted the place to look like a haunted house…are you sure you won’t freak yourself out and start crying?” choso said, stifling his laughter.
“i’m not gonna cry.” yuji crossed his arms. “and i’m not scared of some dumb clowns. they’re just decorations, anyway.”
yuji was more mature than he looked…in the aspect of fear. he was a small boy but things didn’t scare him easily. you could say he’s a risk taker outside his moments of vulnerability. choso knew that he’d might jump back behind him, tightly holding the hem his tan sweater if he saw kechizu. the male finally smiles at the pink haired boy and nods.
“you’re right. they’re fake.” choso says calmly.
as they approach the checkout area, yuji sees the food area. serving simple things like pizza, hotdogs and drinks. the stuff you’d find at a concession stand of a sports game.
“can we get a pizza?” yuji asked. choso paused. he didn’t intend on spending 13 dollars on food from a department store. he had other plans anyway.
“you sure you want that? i was gonna get you a happy meal before we went home.” the male yawned, threading his fingers through his hair. the sudden mention of a happy meal excites yuji like a child on christmas morning.
“never mind, i don’t want pizza.” itadori quickly switches. choso chuckled, knowing how easy it was to get yuji to think about his choices.
“aw, cute kid,” choso heard a voice behind him. the male whipped his head around, his brown hair following along with him, only to see you standing there with a smile.
“is this your little brother?”
choso flushed a red color when he instantly remembered your face, almost making him feel bad for not calling you or texting you since you dropped off your number to him. he was feeling slightly embarrassed.
“uh..yeah, that’s—this is yuji.” he stumbles a bit, trying not to make his embarrassment known. itadori already knows the deal, so he waves at you with a big toothy grin, making you smile and wave back at him.
“um..what’re you doing here?” choso queried, trying to spark a conversation first for once. the male was obviously nervous and you could see his cheeks reddening the more he looked at you. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he would explode right in front of your eyes.
“shopping, like everyone else,” you teased. “but really, i just gotta pick some stuff up for my mom and then i’ll be on my way.”
your eyes travel over to the shopping cart that yuji was clinging onto, looking at the halloweeny decorations and you smile.
“you don’t seem like the type to be into holidays really,” you start, “did your brother convince you?”
choso also looked at the shopping cart full of stuff and blushed even harder. he was already flustered enough. it couldn’t get any worse than this.
“oh—no..he didn’t,” he chuckled nervously, “i actually really like halloween. the scary shit—stuff…you know, the movies? they’re cool.”
you giggled at choso’s nervous attempts to speak to you about the festivities that he almost never participated in and the quick fix with his mistake of swearing in front of yuji like he wasn’t there.
“oh, so you like horror movies? yeah, you strike me as that kind of guy.” you said. you couldn’t help but notice his medium length hair, just like you had seen the other night when he was working, flowing in the wind that came through as the store doors slowly slid themselves open as customers exited the building.
the male wore an oversized tan sweater with a pair of joggers and some sneakers. you could tell this was a lazy outfit. something you’d call a ‘no one will see me’ outfit.
his eyes were tired and he had a stoic expression, aside from his profuse blushing that began to die down when he finally got the chance to relax, having his hands shoved down into his pant pockets. his irises were so pretty. a pretty shade of purple. you never seen anyone’s eyes look like his before.
the silence prolonged for a moment. the two of you suddenly ran out of things to say. this was perfectly fine for choso. he would’ve lost his mind if he had to keep talking. it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy talking to you. he was just too scared.
but it wasn’t long before that silence was disturbed.
“my big brother really likes you. he thinks you’re pre—” itadori starts before choso swiftly covers his mouth with his significantly larger hand, making you giggle once more.
“i’m sorry about that…yuji just likes to say random stuff when the silence is too loud for him.” choso said trying to cover up his embarrassment.
“it’s okay,” you smiled at him. your words seemed to ease his nerves a bit but it wasn’t enough to completely calm him down. you glance down at your phone when you feel it vibrate against your thigh.
it’s your mom texting you, asking if you’re on your way back.
“oh, sh—shoot,” you say, quickly fixing your mistake before you actually said it. “i gotta go. my mom just texted.”
choso is quickly snapped out of his embarrassment trance and his head swings over to look at you, his hair following along.
“you’re going?” he asked. through his dead and serious expression, you could see a hint of sadness. a very small change in his usual expression. you nod.
“yeah. but listen, you should call me. you don’t have my number just to stare at it.” you remarked before hurrying off, waving at him as you did.
once you were out of his sight, his eyes quickly struck down to yuji. he looked like he wanted to scold the poor boy for publicly embarrassing him in front of you but he decided against it and his expression softened.
“let’s just get home…” the male sighed.
choso was happy it’s his day off. he got to stay home with his little brother to help decorate their home with terrifying decorations for halloween. choso couldn’t help but smile at yuji’s futile attempts to scare him with the masks from the store.
“come on, you aren’t even a little scared?” yuji removed the mask from his face and shook his head to fix his hair, which was flattened and sticking to his forehead.
“not even in the slightest.” choso chuckled before ruffling itadori’s hair lightly. “what about your friends? you try to scare them yet?”
“megumi is almost never impressed. he’s kinda lame….and out of the question.” yuji hummed. “but i can get nobara. she’s always screaming.”
“well, you can do that tomorrow,” choso yawned, “you gotta get ready for bed soon. you got school in the morning and i don’t want you to be tired and falling asleep in class.”
yuji frowned before he’d hug choso. it took a moment for choso to process the moment, given that he wasn’t too used to being hugged. choso finally hugged the boy back before smiling softly.
“i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
yuji nodded and smiled back at his older brother before making his way to his room.
when yuji had finally gone to sleep, the house was quiet, leaving choso staring at the ceiling with his hair in disarray and an unlit cigarette between his lips all while he laid on the bed, doing maladaptive night dreaming.
‘workin out’ by JID played softly from the small radio that sat on the windowsill. his eyes slowly traveled over to the shoe box that stood out from all the other boxes in his closet. there was a bright yellow sticky note at the top with what seemed to have your phone number on it along with your name.
the male sat up on the bed and walked over to the box, snatching the sticky note from the box then walking over to his laptop that sat on the umber colored desk.
choso opened the laptop and navigated to the facetime app and decided to punch in your number. he could feel his stomach turning as the low adverb jingling sound repeated itself.
while he waited for you to answer, he’d take one of the rubber bands off of his wrist and tie his hair back, leaving his bangs to hang down in his face. he even took the time to fix the violet eyeshadow that he always had around his eyes, staining his fingers each time he touched around his eyelids. and finally, he’d press down on the bandage over his nose to make sure it was still sticking.
you suddenly pick up, finally answering choso’s call. your room was a bit dark like his, except you had your tv going on in the background. it was loud enough for choso to be able to hear.
unlike choso, you were sitting on your bed with your laptop. you had your hair tied up in twin messy buns with a little bit of your hair hanging down in your face. you wore a black spaghetti strap tank top, revealing the tattoo on your shoulder, and a pair of grey joggers with mismatch socks.
“i honestly did not hear this thing going off,” you giggled as you pushed the hair out of your face. you had been downstairs grabbing yourself a drink while choso was calling. “i’m sorry i didn’t answer right away, though.”
“oh..no, it’s fine. you aren’t busy are you?”
“no, not really. i was thinking about finishing this show i was watching. have you heard of american horror story?”
“yeah, i heard of it. i just never got around to watching it. i’d rather watch movies than an ongoing series.” choso explained simply before he’d light his cigarette. you nod, completely understanding his side.
“shit, well, what movies do you recommend? horror movies, since we’re in spooky season.” you flash a cheeky smile at him. choso’s heart skips a beat when you finally ask him what he’s interested in. he pauses and begins thinking, taking drags from his cigarette.
“there’s one movie, i can’t tell you all of em off the top of my head,” he begins, “watch midsommar. it’s kinda disturbing but you might like it.”
“is it gory horror or..?” you ask before taking a sip of your drink as you began to type in the movie name into the search bar in another tab, scrolling through websites to catch any good details about said movie.
“you’ll have to see for yourself,” choso places two of his digits around the cigarette, gently adjusting it between his lips before it could slip out. you realize the longer you talked to him, the more comfortable he seemed to be but you could still see that he was nervous.
“maybe we can see about it together,” you suggest to the male. “whenever you’re free, of course.” you add quickly. all of a sudden, choso is blushing just as he did at the store earlier that day. you thought it was kinda adorable how he could look so disinterested to suddenly flustered and scared so quickly.
“i—well..” choso stammered, “yeah, sure…uh, we can watch tomorrow night when i put my little brother to bed. i don’t want him interrupting anything.”
you giggled, “aw, he’s so cute, though. but i get it. little kids can get in the way of a lot of stuff.”
the two of you conversed for what felt like hours. your voice was soothing to choso. each time you began to speak, he just imagined you calling his name…just once.
your call with choso ended around three in the morning, and your cheeks were pink, smiling to yourself as you remembered the random conversations that you two had not too long ago.
you hadn’t felt like this about a guy in a long time. while men were usually throwing themselves at you, choso was clearly the odd one out. he was a bit shy but assertive and smart.
choso’s voice was deep as it came from the depths of the ocean but his words flowed smoothly like butter when he wasn’t tripping and fumbling with his words trying to hide his embarrassment.
his style, his personality, the way he looked. in your eyes he was perfect but there were a million things stopping you from telling him you loved him.
what if he has a girlfriend already? what if he isn’t ready for a relationship? what if he doesn’t want one? he probably just wants to be friends.
aside from all those thoughts clogging your brain, you were aware that you’d be moving to fast by throwing that L word around loosely when you just met him a couple days ago.
“damn it.” choso sighed to himself.
‘you’re falling for her…but you don’t have time for her. what’re you doing?’ choso was beating himself up about the whole entire situation. another cigarette is taken out of the pack and lightened as he tried to calm his anxiety and spiraling thoughts.
he was going crazy. he didn’t know what he would do. he wanted you out of his head. he was starting to feel stupid for letting you swoon him as easily as you did at the bar.
part of him wished he never met you…
but he needed more of you.
𝐄𝐍𝐃.
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crazystargirl · 4 months
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it's over y/n! i have the high ground! ♥︎
pairing - jack champion x fem!reader
(NOT PROOFREAD)
a/n - this is literally as old as my writing acc- (p.s. this may be one of the last jack/ethan fics i ever post since ong coriolanus snow HAS A CHOKEHOLD ON ME)
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"Y/n, my allegiance is to the Republic, to Democracy!"
How did you get here again?
Oh yeah, Jack had dragged you to Disney World a few days early and it was all fun until he dragged you into the gift shop and spent a whole hour there.
You were utterly convinced that your boyfriend was secretly a 10 year old. Like who goes to Disney World and buys 300 dollars worth of lightsabers? Only Jack but you had to admit some of them were actually really cool.
And the minute you guys got home, Jack insisted on recreating a scene from one of the movies. You initially said no since you were exhausted from the day's events but Jack gave you his puppy eyes, knowing you couldn't say no to those. You gave in and he decided he wanted to recreate Anakin and Obi-Wan's iconic fight from Revenge of the Sith.
As much as you wanted to be Obi-Wan for obvious reasons, Jack once again convinced you to let him be Obi-Wan. God you loved him but sometimes it wasn't fair how easily he was able to convince you.
So here you were now and after rereading the script for that scene, you finally got down the lines. 
"If you're not with me, you're my enemy" you manage to say with a straight face despite wanting to laugh because of Jack's overly dramatic shocked face. 
"Only a sith lord deals in absolutes, i will do what i must"
"You will try…"
You both ignite your lightsabers and Jack immediately advances over to you, clashing his lightsaber with yours. Since he is taller and stronger you stumbled back a few times, but were able to get back on your feet and return his hits with the same energy.
After fighting for what felt like hours, you guys had made a huge mess of all the pillows in the hotel room but you could care less. 
Eventually you're standing on the couch and Jack is standing on the bed, which in all honesty makes him more intimidating than before since he's so tall. His head is also about to hit the ceiling but you're not about to mention that to him. 
"I have failed you y/n. I was never able to teach you how to think"
You suppress a smile as you say your next line.
"I should've known the jedi were plotting to take over…"
"From the sith point of view, y/n my love, chancellor palpatine is evil"
You giggle so much at his words that you almost fall off the couch
"From the jedi point of view! Jack, from my point of view the jedi are evil"
"Well than you are lost!"
"This is the end for you my love! I wish it were otherwise"
You jump on the bed and start fighting with Jack until you end up on the couch again.
"It’s over y/n, I have the high ground!"
"You underestimate my power jack!"
"Don't try it baby"
You start to jump on the bed and Jack hits you in the knee with the light saber. You let out a scream and Jack freezes, actually thinking he hurt you. You use this to your advantage and get on the bed, forgetting about what actually happened in the movie. 
After fighting for 5 minutes, Jack gets you on the ground and pins you there with his body weight
"Jack get off of me! You're so fucking heavy!" 
"Noooo you have to surrender first!"
He starts peppering kisses on your face as you struggle from under him.
"Ok Jack, i actually surrender, i'm gonna actually suffocate from under you."
He got up and wrapped himself around you. You wrapped yourself around him too and you guys just stayed like that for a while. Eventually you started squirming to let him know you guys needed to get up. He got the hint and untangled himself from you.
"Well that was fun but we're leaving tomorrow and we need to clean up the mess we made…"
Jack gets up and looks around. He stands there for a bit and thinks.
"Why don't we just go get some food first?"
"Jack…we have to clean up and then we can get food."
He turns back to you and throws you over his shoulder. He starts walking to the door of the hotel room.
"I think we can go get food and then we can clean up…or play again" He says with a smirk.
You sigh and stop trying to escape from his grasp. Your boyfriend is truly something else
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hemoglobinjude · 1 year
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Summary : Jude begs actress!reader not to take a brand deal.
A/n: I’m back baes <3 also don’t accept this behaviour in real life. Jude is toxic fr
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You had always dreamed of being an actress when you were younger.
Something about the glamour and sophistication just drew you in.
It truly was enamouring to watch these beautiful women in fancy, delicate and designer dresses, their hair and makeup done perfectly as they pranced down the red carpet.
And whilst you wish that was you, you hadn’t quite made it to that level yet.
You had gone to the audition for one of the main characters in a new dystopian film franchise a few years ago and was lucky enough to get the job. You loved filming it, and the first instalment got realised a few months ago.
It has gathered a decent sized fan base, enough for you to get to over a million followers on instagram, but you still weren’t that widely known. A C-list actress at best.
So when Nike offered you a brand deal, given the amount of action scenes in the film, it was hard to know what to do.
You had met your boyfriend Jude just after your audition at a coffee shop. He stopped by after training and you bumped into him in the queue.
You were refreshing your emails despite having only just come out the audition and walked too far, leaning you to crash into the back of Jude.
He laughed it off and bought you your coffee after you had explained why you were so stressed.
You sat down and spoke to him for hours, it came naturally to the both of you.
Since that day onwards, yourself and Jude were there for each other always.
You during the euros and World Cup, matches in Germany too, and him when you got the part, went to the premier and everything in between.
Given you were just a small actress, you didn’t earn that much, especially since they didn’t know how the first movie would perform.
So when Nike offered upwards of a million pounds for a collaboration, you were immediately excited.
The only problem, Jude is an adidas athlete.
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You sit there on a stool by the kitchen island, just waiting for your boyfriend to get back and see what he says.
Soon enough he walked through the door bag in hand and keys making small amounts of sound.
He chucked his bag on the ground and sighed loudly, walking into the kitchen, kissing you on the back of the head and hugging you from behind.
“ hey love“ he said as he kissed your cheek, rounded the kitchen Island and sat down opposite you.
“Hey Jude” you sighed, leaning your face on your hand.
“I got a brand deal today” you tell him, nerves eating at you.
His smile lighting up at that.
“Which brand?” He asks.
“Nike” you say quietly, you watch as his smile slowly drops.
“Nike?” He reiterates.
“Yep” you say, popping the P.
“Oh” he says, still maintaining eye contact.
“Oh?” You question.
“Well yeah, it’s just, I’m an adidas athlete?” Jude says, scoffing as if you were joking.
“I know. We could be like Romeo and juliet?” You smile slightly.
“No” he says, walking over to the fridge and getting some water.
“What?”
“No, y/n. Just don’t take it” he says, his voice going stern all of a sudden.
“Jude? It’s just a brand it’s not that big of a deal?” You say and he turns to look at you.
“I had adidas first. The world know we’re dating. If adidas find out I let you be with Nike then-”
“First of all”, you interrupt, “you don’t ‘let’ me do anything, and secondly, I doubt they care” you say.
“Just please, don’t take it” he says, using his best puppy dog eyes.
You half give in.
“Jude, it’s a million pounds?” You sigh, desperate for him to understand.
“I don’t care” he says.
“Not everyone earns a quarter of a million a week, babe” you sigh, angry again.
“Just please” he says.
“Fine”
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The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, Jude having left to catch a flight for an international match.
You finish typing at your computer, writing the email of rejection to Nike, almost in tears at the sight of a million pounds going down the drain.
You hit send and sit back in your seat in slight disbelief.
You don’t have long to wallow in your sorrows before the front door goes off.
You run downstairs and open the door.
“Miss Y/L/n?”
“That’s me” you affirm as you look at the delivery man with a massive bouquet of white flowers in his hands.
“These are for you” he says before promptly turning around.
You take the flowers and shut the door after thanking him.
You smell them and place them on the kitchen counter before taking the little beige note from the top.
“Check your bank account. I love you, and all the sacrifices you make for me, even when they are stupid. J.B x”
You furrow your eyebrows and open your bank app on your phone.
Sure enough, theres a notification.
Transfer: £1,000,000 - ‘J.B for Jude Bellingham, not Justin Bieber’
You immediately call him.
It barely rings before he picks up.
“Don’t be mad”
“Jude! Take it back” you shout.
“Cant. That would be stealing, it’s yours now” he argues.
“What?! No-”
“Can’t hear you, lskskgwm, I think your breaking up”
He says as he makes stupid noises with his mouth.
“Jude Victor William Bel-”
The phone goes dead.
You sit there in silence, biting your lips to stop the smile spreading across your face.
How did you end up dating such a child?
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Was this good? Sorry it’s a bit short :( <3
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thewritermj · 1 year
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pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem! reader part 2 (part 1 here)
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summary: where you repay Joel for his favors. warnings: MDNI smut, drinking, petnames, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (please, use protection), slight daddy kink, a hint of daddy issues, and I think that's all a/n: english is not my first language, so go easy on me. it's my first time writing smut that's why it took so long for me to post it, sorry. hope you enjoy, I didn't, but who knows.
It was Friday night and Joel’s house was full of teenagers girls screaming and laughing in the living room with a bunch of snacks in front of them. A pack of magazines, make up, pink pillows and 2000’s movies were placed all over the place. The girls had put on some make up with lots of glitter to take photos. And Joel was having a hard time finding peace in the middle of it all. It was like he was caught in the middle of a war zone where the weapons were made of rainbows and unicorn and everything sounded like those fairy noises from Disney movies.
But Sarah had the brightest smiled on her face and she was almost out of breath with laughter, all the girly stuff was worth it.
Tommy had taken off to let the girls have some privacy, and he was on his way too, Sarah was big enough to prevent the house from getting on fire –or so he hoped-, and he wasn’t going far anyway, just the neighbour’s for some beer.
He was about to say goodbye when the doorbell rang. He frowned and walked over to see who it was. As he opened the door, he was met with a pair of big eyes staring at him.
“Hi” you said. “I just came by to give Sarah her-“ but you were interrupted by the girls hands pushing you inside.
“I didn’t know you’d come! Come meet everyone!” She hurried.
You smiled and greeted her friends, trying to process what all the seven girls were saying at once. Trying to catch your breath you seated on the couch and stared at Sarah wile she rambled some old histories about the time you were her babysitter. But all you could do was scan the house and mentally try to list everything that had changed since your last visit.
Like the new armchair, the matching curtains, the new TV, some more photos and little pieces of decoration. The kitchen had changed also, it used to have a door and now it was no longer separated from the living room. You liked, you could see the backyard from where you were sitting.
“Anyways…What are you doing here, y/n?” She widened her eye and glanced over to her dad who was watching the scene from the kitchen counter. “Are you and my dad going out?”
“W-what? No…I am…I just came by to give you this, Little S.” you explained in a blush, the girls giggling in front of you “Happy birthday.”
You handed her the blue box from inside your purse. Sarah sat next to you and almost ripped it out to get her to her present.
“Wow…” She said lifting the golden chain with an S attached to it. “It’s beautiful! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” and then she buried herself in your arms in a warm hug, you giggled and hugged her back.
She showed the chain to her friends and you took this as an opportunity to slip out of the circle and came to meet Joel in the kitchen.
“Hey” you said with a smile “Seems like your handling them just fine”
“Yeah” he chuckled “Unless you want your old job back, I don’t mind letting those little glitter bombs under your watch.”
You laughed “Gonna charge you more than just ten dollars an hour then.” You both laughed.
“Thanks for being so attentive over Sarah.” He said in a more serious tone, “She really looks up to you.”
You glanced back to where the girls were chatting in whispers.
“She means a lot to me.” You said “And I really miss seeing her every weekend.” You added.
“ Like I said, fell free to have your old job back.” I miss having you around. He almost added.
You laughed.
“So…where’s Tommy? Did the girls scared him away?”
“No, actually, Sarah wanted the house just for herself and her friends tonight. So Tommy headed off already, I was just leaving too.”
Your smiled faded for a second.
“Oh, I’m sorry if I’m holding you here, I have to go too, it’s getting pretty late”
“I can give you a ride, if you want”. He didn’t know why he said that, he wasn’t going to take the car out, but there was a strange need inside of him to just be useful to you, to being able to provide something, to take care of you.
You were about to answer him when a glimpse of the girls catch your eyes and you turned to see what they were doing. The bunch of girls were all cramped in the sofa, watching you and Joel closely with a big smile on their faces and giggling sounds.
Oh. My. God.
You knew exactly what they were doing. You used to do the same thing with your friends, it was what you called “Lover’s Spy”. Where you’d watch a couple chatting or kissing as if it was a real life romance movie. You did it to your parents, to your friend’s older brother and his girlfriend, and now, Sarah and her friends were doing it to Joel and you.
You must be so red, because you can actually feel the blood rising to your cheeks and you refused to look back at Joel.
“It’s fine…Uhm. I can walk.”
You gather your purse from the sofa and Sarah held you wrist.
“No. Dad can drive you! It’s dangerous at night” She said.
“It’s eight o’clock, Sarah.” You chuckled. “I’ll be fine”
You kissed her cheek and said goodbye to her friends, but before you could move another inch closer to the door, you heard Joel’s picking up his wallet and the car keys.
“Hold on, sweets, I’ll drive you. Was going to take the car anyway. Sarah,” he turned to her with both hands on his hips, a typically dad pose. “lock the door, don’t let anyone in or out. Watch for the pizza, the money is on the counter. If anything happens you call me or Tommy. I’ll be back whitin’ a few hours.” She nodded. “You guys have fun, good night”
“Good night, dad!”
“Good night, Mr. Miller!” The girls said all together.
You smiled and waved at them, following Joel outside his house.
He opened the front door for you to get in, entering the car soon after.
“So, your place?”
“Yeah. I was at my dad’s.” You said adjusting your seatbelt. “So, where are you going to do while the glitter bombs destroy your house?”
He laughed pulling out to the road.
“I was gonna meet Tommy and a friend for some beers. What about you? Nothing better to do on a Friday night then crash at a teenagers sleepover?”
You shake your head.
“Nope. I’ve been so tired I can’t even think about going our right now.”
Joel chuckled. “Wait to see how’s that on my age.” He let it slip, regretting it right after. In case you haven’t notice the age gap between the two of you.
The car went silent for a moment before you opened your mouth.
“You’re not that old” She said quietly. “Like, you’re not old enough to be my dad”.
What the fuck did you just said?! Why were you trying to justify the age gap and why, why the fuck did you have to use that example? You wanted to open the door and throw yourself on the road.
Joel hummed as he stopped at a red light. He was about to say something, but your phone started to ring –thanks, god-. But you cringed at the person that was calling you.
“Hey, dad” You said awkwardly and Joel turned to you with a weird expression. “Yeah, I’m going home right now.” He asked if you had called a taxi. “No. Joel’s driving me” “Who?” “Joel Miller…Sarah’s dad.” “Oh of course, say hi to him” “He said hi” you repeated and Joel smiled a little. “I’m gonna hang up, dad. Love you” “Love you too, honey”
“How’s your old man, doing?”
“He’s good.” You answered quickly, wanting to move on from the “father” topic.
The silence danced around the two of you in such a comic way. You were playing nervously with the hem of your black skirt, trying to remember if your apartment always were this far.
Joel kept his eyes on you through the mirror, trying to figure out why you seemed so nervous. He felt that weird sensation to your words and the awkward feeling it left in the car, put he wanted to put all that behind because sooner than he expected you’d be home and would say goodbye. And he wanted to cling to that warm feeling that spread across his chest every time you’d smile at him.
Joel took a moment to realize that you were cold. You were bracing yourself with the bare skin of your arms and your bare legs were shaking slightly.
“You want me to turn down the air?” He asked.
“No…Well, yes” You said shyly.
“No problem, sweets” He said turning it off for you.
Your top did nothing to cover you from the cold, and neither did your leather skirt. You could lie and say you picked it up for no exact reason, but the truth was that you picked that outfit for Joel. The white top crop accentuated your cleavage and gave him a pretty good view of your breast –not that he did look, always a gentleman- and the leather skirt was short, exposing more of the flesh of your thighs and made them look prettier. You felt hot in that outfit, and you knew you’d see Joel tonight. So, two plus two equals four.
“Okay, so you’re just gonna be all by yourself tonight?” Joel asked after a while.
“Yeah. Kinda used to it now” You watched as he parked in front of your place. “Unless…”
You didn’t finished it. Just tug off your seatbelt.
“What?”
“I was just wondering if you didn’t want to come in, but, Tommy and your friend are waiting for you. I just thought it would be nice having someone to talk to.” You paused, waiting for Joel to say something. “I enjoy talking to you.” You added.
“I enjoy talking to you too, pretty thing” He responded. “Guess I can stay for a while, they won’t mind.”
You cracked a smiled and both of you got out of the car, going upstairs to your apartment.
You opened the door for Joel for the second time that week and he took his shoes off going to seat in the couch while you turned on the dim lights.
“I don’t have beers but…I think I have a bottle of wine.” You said with a smirk.
Joel lifted his eyebrow in a suggestive way and nodded.
“Which one?”
“The cheapest one” You joked going to the kitchen.
You closed the door behind you to hid from him. You were about to drink wine with the most attractive man you’ve ever met. It felt like a dream, you had to shook yourself out of it to go look for the bottle and the glasses.
Before going out, you took a deep breath and tried to control all of your insecurities and thoughts.
You went back to the living room to find Joel sitting comfortably in you couth. Back relaxed against the cushions, left foot hanging loosely over the right knee and a soft smirk.
“Want me to open it?”
“Yeah” you admitted in a chuckle.
You handed him the bottle and the opener and in a blink of an eye, your glass was full with the red drink. You gave his glass a little toast before sipping yours and you settled by his side.
After a while and a few glasses, you were kinda tipsy and you head had a funny ache, but you didn’t mind as long as Joel kept talking.
“Consider this a ‘thank you’ for all your help, ‘round here.” You said smiling and Joel shook his head.
“No need to thank me, sweets.”
You both had talked for hours. About work, people, politics, everything. He was such an easy person to talk to, he could express himself just right, joking when he felt like it, using his hands to articulate his thoughts and the voice, that damn low voice he was using to talk to you, as if it was a secret no one could listen to. You were sure he was doing it on purpose, he had to be. There’s no way he didn’t know about the effect his voice had on you.
Or maybe, maybe, he was just as tipsy as you were. Joel was the one filling the glasses once they were empty and he was so careful to never leave it empty he might be getting a little bit drunk. Not with the wine, but with the way your eyes danced around his face and how you were paying full attention to what he was saying, the red in your cheeks he didn’t know if came from the drink or the hot temperature of the night. He could never grow tired of hearing your sweet voice talk about something he wouldn’t remember the next morning, but the sound of your voice was ethereal, it could drive him insane with just the thought of how you’d sound moaning for him.
“Oh…” You pouted. “The second bottle’s empty”
“Do you have another one?” He asked.
“Uhum, I’ll be back in a minute.” You said getting up.
Joel watched at the sight of your frame walking away from him, your hips swaying into the kitchen and he sighed.
You came back to find Joel in a different position. He had an arm resting along the arm of the sofa, almost inviting you into his side, closer. His legs were parted, showing off his thick thighs and he looked so godamn good like that, his lap looked so comfortable. The only place you’d like to sit.
And yet, you sat back in the couch, with both of your legs beneath you, so you were completely turned to Joel, his hand ghosting your shoulder as you shifted closer to his body.
“There we go” You said filling both glasses.
“Thanks, pretty thing”
You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. Joe smirked wickedly.
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah”
He nodded and took a sip of his wine. You rested your head on his strong biceps and sighed.
“So, tell me. How come there was never a Mrs. Miller?” You asked. “There must be a lot of women waiting on that line”
“I guess, yeah, back in the day there could be but, after Sarah…Everything just seemed least important, you know?”
You smiled softly at his confession. Joel really was a hell of a good father, and you were sure he would never choose some lame ass women to be Sarah’s new mom or something, you just wish your dad would have had the same ideal after the divorce.
“That’s sweet.” You said softly, still resting against his arm.
“But what about you, uh? I bet there’s a lot of guys giving your old man a headache.” He smirked.
You bit your lip shaking your head.
“No, not really. I don’t think I ever found the right guy. Or a guy that could give me what I want, anyways. It seems I have this thing about always going for the idiots.” You said in a chuckled.
For a second, the memories of your ex boyfriend filled your mind and all you could think about was all the bad things he had done. The lies, the fights, the cheating, the break ups, the ‘I swear I’m gonna change’ promises, all of that.
“And what are you looking for, pretty thing?” Joel asked, brining you back from the dark memories.
“Someone to take care of me.”
You didn’t know if it was the wine, or the fact that you could feel like telling Joel everything, the urge to open yourself to him. You had no idea why you had been so sincere about it.
Joel let the hand on your shoulder fall to your waist, holding you a little closer and you felt the heat run across your chest and face, looking at him with a puzzled face and big eyes. His free hand rest the glass in the wooden table and came to run his thumb through your cheek in such a sweet way that had you melting at his touch.
“Joel…” You said breathless.
“Yes, pretty thing?”
“What are you doing?”
He smirked.
“I knew I was bad at flirting with you, but I didn’t know it was that bad.” He chuckled.
“You…What?!”
Him…What?
He was flirting with you?
Joel Miller was flirting with you?
Did he find you attractive? Pretty? Interesting?         
Was this a dream? If it was, you’d prey you’d never wake up.
“I was flirting with you, y/n. Maybe I should’ve just being more open about it”
“But…I thought…” You were having a hard time focusing with his face so close to yours and…when did you get so close? “Fixing my things and going to the my shop once a week was you flirting?” You laughed a little.
He didn’t find it funny you calling out on his tactics, he just play along whit it.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“ Yeah, I guess it worked, pops”
“Pops? Thought I wasn’t old enough to be your dad.” He strengthen the grip in your waist.
You bate your eyelashes in an innocent way ant lifted a finger to run a vein upon his bicep.
“Dad? No. Daddy, in the other hand…” You said normally.
His jaw clenched and he readjusted himself on his seat.
“What did you just said, pretty girl?”
You giggled leaning into his ear to whisper “Daddy”.
“Fuck, baby, come closer.”
And the next thing you remember it’s Joel’s strong hands coming to pull you onto his lap, with your legs on each side of his sides, and you finally sited in the most comfortable place in your whole house.
“Hi.” You said giggling.
He shook his head with an amused grin and then his lips were crashing into yours with an insatiable hunger. Joel kissed like it was the end of the world, like anything else didn’t mattered, but your lips, his hands were everywhere. At you waist, pulling you closer, at your neck, hair, tights, every little inch he could reach. He licked slightly your bottom lip and immediately you opened yourself for him leaning in closer to run a hand along his broad shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing your chests together.
But eventually, both of you had to gasp for air. And you were sure Joel was about to say something, but as soon as his mouth left yours, you pulled him by his collar back to your grip.
You wanted more.
 You let out a moan at the smirk he gave you. You wanted to feel every little movement of Joel’s tongue around yours, every breath he let into your face, every surface of your skin his hands would palm. Brining your own hands to his hair, you massage his scalp and tugged on his black locks, earning a low groan that didn’t nothing to help the slick that were gathering inside your panties.
“Why so desperate, baby? I’m right here.” Joel said when you broke the kiss.
He tugged some locks of your hair behind your ear and ran a finger across you cheek.
“So pretty” He hummed.
“Joel…” You mewled, “I need you.”
“I know, baby. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.” He said in a smirk. “I need you too.”
And with that, Joel guided your hips so the rolled over his growing erection and you closed your eyes at the felling of his cock against you heat.
“I wanted you for so long, y/n.”
“You could had just asked, you know.” You said.
“I didn’t wanted to be a creepy old man.” He said in a chuckle.
You leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek and Joel’s heart flipped inside.
“You’re not, Joel. You’re the most respectful guy I’ve ever met. I put on a sexy top for you and you didn’t stare at my boobs for once in the entire night!”
He looked down to where your chest were moving up and down with your heavy breathing.
“I’m looking now.” He said lifting a hand to grope your right tit. “Nice tits, baby.”
You laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips again, as you rocked your hips against his, trying to find relief in the friction it brought to your core.
Before you cold register, Joel was carrying you around your house, your legs wrapped around his waist as his strong arms secured you to his body. He found the door to your room very quickly, swinging it open with a foot and closing it right behind the both of you.
He sat on your bed with you on his lap as he kissed his way along your jaw, founding that one spot under your ear that had you arching your back into him.
You felt like you were on fire. All your brain could think about was Joel, was how good he was making you feel even without landing a finger to your heat. He was burning you alive and you’d die a happy woman in his hold.
You whined at Joel’s hands coming under your top, leaving a hot trail on it’s awaken. He tugged the soft material and you nodded. Joel lifted the top above your head to find out that you weren’t using a bra.
“Fucking hell…” He whispered, lowering himself to press a wet kiss between your breasts. “You’re such a pretty little girl, baby.”
You moaned at the touch of Joel lips on you nipple. He smirked against your skin as he licked, sucked, bit, marked one of your tits, while his hand came to play with the other nipple, swiping it between his skilful fingers. You turned into a whimpering mess as his mouth abused your breasts and you tugged at his hair to prevent him from choking between the valley of your breasts when he buried his face in it.
“You’re wearing too much, daddy.” You complained.
He smiled devilish while looking up to you before taking of his shirt and throwing it somewhere in the bedroom floor. You smiled happy and pushed himself away from your skin to wonder around his torso, circling his abdomen with your nails and going to ran along his spine.
You bit your bottom lip and stared depply into his eyes in a silent request.
“Beg for it.”
“Please.” You said with a half smirk.
“You can do better than that, can’t you, baby? Come on, beg for daddy”
You left out a whimper at the sound of the name coming out of his mouth like that.
“Please, Joel, please. I need you so bad, need you inside me. Please, fuck me, Joel.” You said breathless.
He smirked and in one single motion, had you lying in your back for him, your legs swinging in the edge of the bed.
“Damn it, sweets, begs for it so easy.” He said slipping you skirt out of your body, leaving you in your pair of pink-laced panties. “Look at you” he cooed.
You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment and a certain urge to hide suddenly tool over and you tried to close your legs, but Joel stopped you, holding your knees.
“Don’t hide away from me now, baby. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked concern in his voice and he let your knees go.
“Yes! It’s just what I wanted, Joel…I guess I felt a little shy”
“Shy? About what?” He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, “You’re so goddamn pretty.” He said against your lips before cup your clothed pussy.
You whines and opened your leg for him once again, Joel smirk before lowering himself to level to the middle of your tights, staring at the wet patch that was showing in your –no ruined- panties. Joel pulled the last piece of cloth out of your body. You could deny and say you did not see him putting the pink pantie in his pant’s pocket, but you had to let go a giggle.
Joel moaned at the sigh of your wet cunt, he hummed and ran a finger in your slick.
“All that for me?” You nodded.
He smirked before licking a stripe of your slick and you let out a strangled moan.
“I know you’d be sweet, baby.” He said before diving in.
Joel’s hungry mouth devoured your pussy. He licked and sucked at your clit in a rough and skilled way, making your hips buckle against his face and your eyes to shut close.
You were a moaning mess, whining and calling his name over and over. Your hands were gripping the sheets with all the strength you had. Joel’s tongue was flickering into your folds, your wetness was pooling in his chin…and the roughness of his beard against your skin was driving you feral. Every muscle of your legs were screaming for you to close them, to keep Joel between then forever –and he might stay, if you let him.
You squirm when one of Joel’s fingers traced it way down your tights to your entrance. He looked up at you through lustful eyes before filling you in. You arched your back in the mattress, pushing yourself into his head and hand.
Joel groaned.
“Fuck, babe, you’re tight even for a finger…How do you plan on taking my cock, uh?” He said curling his finger inside you.
“Oh, Joel!” You almost screamed.
Joel chuckled and continued to fuck you with his finger, his tongue making perfect eights on your clit. The pressure in your stomach started to build, the familiar tickle inside your core.
Slowly, Joel added a second finger, laying still for a moment when you hissed, and then he stared to mimic a scissor inside your cunt, making you see stars. Of course, you had guys fingering you before, but none of them did it like Joel. He was touching you as if he had done that for ages, as if he already knew all your spots and as if your body was his own.
You were, right. Joel’s hands were as capable at sex as they were at work.
Joel Miller was fucking you open, Preparing you to take his cock. It was too good to be true, it had to be a dream.
With every move of his fingers, the pressure was amplified, his glorious mouth altering between sucking and licking at your clit.
You gasped for air and a strong grip landed in Joel’s hair as you came, trembling, shaking for him in a loud moan.
Joel moaned at the feeling, trying to catch everything you could give him, collecting your juice in his mouth. Big hands came to caress your shaking legs in a comforting way, Joel rested his head on your tight, waiting for you to come down your high.
“Kiss me” You asked.
Joel came up from the middle of your legs and leaned in to your face. You cupped his jaw with your hands, admiring the way you were glistening on his tanned skin.
Before giving him your lips, you stuck your tongue out to lick a long stripe of the wetness from his cheek.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” He asked before giving you a hunger kiss.
When Joel shifted closer, you could feel his hard erection against your inner thighs and you mewled into his mouth.
“Joel…” You stared.
“Yeah, I know, sweets, I know” He responded with a smirk. “Do you have a condom?”
You groaned in frustration. “No…But I’m good if your are?”
Joel smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips.
He then got off of you. Pouting with the loss of proximity, you clench your legs together.
Joel took of his heavy pants too slowly for your licking, but to your surprise, he was bare beneath his jeans, a line of hair was leading to his painful hard cock, the pre-cum liking from the tip.
Your eyes flicked to his in a wicked way, but before you could say anything about him going commando, he was on top of you again.
“Wait” You said, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him slightly. “Let me look at you, daddy.”
Joel smirked. “You can look as long as you want to, pretty thing.”
Joel sat back on the bed and you ran your hands along his heavy chest. You admire his length. He was big, he probably knew it, but goddamn there was no way he would fit inside you. He was thick to, with bulging veins across him. It made your mouth water and you hooked your fingers around it, they barely held him whole. Joel gasped as you slowly jerked him off.
When you lowered yourself, Joel stopped you.
“If I have your mouth now, I’ll come down your throat, baby, and believe me”, he stared to push you onto the mattress again “I rather do that somewhere else. Maybe next time, what do you say, sweets?”
Next time.
Next time.
Next time.
You just nodded and let Joel manhandle you. He let you in the pillow and pressed a kiss to your lips before settling between your legs, opening them wide for him do fit better. Joel stopped for a moment to take the view in; you spread for him, just for him. He had dreamed of this, of how you’d look, but now, you looked like a Michelangelo panting. Red cheeks, thin layer of sweet, doe eyes and the dim light making you glow.
“Can I?” He asked holding his cock with one hand, adjusting to the front of your entrance.
“Yes. Please, Joel” You plead.
Joel pushed in just a bit, watching as you closed your eyes and tightened around his tip.
“It w-wont fit” You said in a soft gasp.
“We’ll make it fit. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. Joel stopped a moment to look at you, concerned that it was hurting you, that was the last thing he wanted to. “Do you wanna stop? We can stop”
He pulled out and you immediately missed him.
“No! No. I don’t want to stop, I just need to adjust…Put it back in, Joel, please” You hushed, grabbing his hand to interlock with yours as he started to push in again.
You closed your eyes shut as you feel the stretch of Joel’s cock inside your pussy. He moaned at the feeling of you wrapping around him so deliciously. However, he gathered everything in him to stay still until you tell him otherwise. Joel watched as you shivered under him and how tears stared to peek under your closed eyelashes, he presses soft kisses around your face and whispered sweet nothings in your ears.
You opened your eyes, feeling his length deep inside your womb. You were stuffed with him, being one. The pain slowly melted into pleasure and you couldn’t tell where you ended and where he begun. You tried to move your hips forward, you hissed but it felt so good, the tip of Joel’s manhood peaking at your sweet spot just a little.
Joel’s hot breath in your neck, and the tickling of his beard in your skin gave you a shiver and a wave of determination went pass your body.
Joel Miller was on top of you, what the fuck were you waiting for?
“Move.” You said.
Joel pulled halfway and slowly came back in, earning a moan from both of you.
“Fuck, baby, such a tight pussy.” Joel groaned as he picked up a slow and gentle pace.
You whimpered and squeezes the hand that was in yours, Joel squeezed back.
“Tell me how you want it, sweets” He demanded.
“Hard” You panted.
Joel smirked. A devilish grin in his features.
He let go of your hand to grip at your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, making you slam against his cock as he readjust himself on his knees.
Joel started thrusting into you in a brutal pace. His cock going in and out of you making you gasp for air. The room was filled with the sound of you. Skin on skin. The wetness of your core, your moans and whimpers, Joel’s heavy breathing and pants.
You carved your nails into his shoulder, knowing it’d leave a bruise, but you didn’t care, he didn’t seemed to care either. You were saying his name like a prayer, over and over again like you were thanking him, it rolled so easily off your tongue Joel didn’t want to hear it any other way.
He readjusted his angle, leaning in to try to find that one spot he knew would be your last straw. That one single spot that would have you never forgetting what he fells like. And he did, with so much ease. The tip of his length hit it hard and you left out a silent scream as your hands gripped his flesh.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” He asked rutting his hips harder. “I know it is, baby.” You nodded.
You rand your hands through his torso, feeling his hot skin and his muscles unearth your finger, you pushed him down so you could press a sloppy kiss to his lips, all teeth and tongue. Joel had you moaning inside his mouth as his skilled fingers danced around your clit, adding so much pleasure you felt like you could explode.
He smirked at your fucked up state as he sucked a bruise in between your breasts, knowing it would go for days until it disappeared, knowing you’d look at it and remember who gave it to you.
“Joel….F-fuck. I’m close” You panted, heart racing like a thousand horses.
“I know. This fuckin’ pussy’s clenching ‘round me so good.” He lifted a hand to caress your hair “You’re taking me so good, pretty thing. Such a good girl.”
The praise made your eyes roll back as your orgasm came crashing in a hard thrust of Joel’s cock. Your eyes closed ad you repeated his name “Joel, Joel, Joel…” Until it became a bumbling mess in your lips as he rode you through your high. He never left your heat for once, he kept whispering sweet nothing into your skin as you shake and squirm under his strong body.
“Fuck, baby, gonna cum. Where do you wan-“
“Inside” You said breathless.
Joel moaned your name, no “baby”, no “sweets”,  no “pretty thing”, your name as he came inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. Whitin’ a few low thrusts, he finally collapsed on top of you, resting his head between your breasts as both of your try to caught your breaths.
Your fingers interlaced his hair as you smoothed him.
You don’t really know how much time had passed as the both of you stayed in that position, in silence, with his soften cock inside your cunt, preventing you from leaking.
“You gonna stay there forever?” You asked in a giggle.
“It’s my new favourite place to be.” He said.
But he pulled out soon after, taking his time to watch as his cum ran out of your abused hole, wetting your sheets and the inside of your thighs. Joel looked up to find you already staring at him.
“Don’t give me those eyes, I just fucked you” He warned with a smirk.
You laughed and collect some of the white load in your fingers, bringing them towards your lips.
Joel stared as you licked and sucked them clean, tasting yours and his juices, his cock twitched in interest ad you let your fingers go with a ‘pop’ sound.
“You’re wicked” He said covering your body with his to pepper kisses in your face and you giggled.
You were about to switch position with him when a suddenly buzz came from the floor and Joel turned his head to look at it.
“Shit. ‘S my phone” He got out of bed to pick it from his trousers back pocket. “Hey, Tommy”
You sat on the bed to watch him. Joel listened to Tommy complaining about his lateness to get to theirs friends, he murmured some excuse and reached to pack his clothes from the floor.
“You still there?” You could hear Tommy saying a ‘yes’ in a tipsy voice “So…The girls are all alone until now?” “Yeah! I was waiting for you, thought you were…Wait, you’re not home right now?”
Joel stopped for a second before answering with a grin.
“No. I had to drive y/n home.” “Y/n? Are you…Are you with her right now?”  “Yeah”  “Oh. Do you want me to stop talking?”  “Hell, I do”  “Sorry. Tell her I said hi.”
Joel sighed. “Tommy says ‘hi’”. You smiled and laid back in the mattress, slowly opening your tights in a promiscuous way.  “Sorry, sweets, looks like I’ll have to get back home.”
“Now?”
“The girls are wall alone. I have to check on them”.
You pouted. Joel chuckled and started getting dresses. You watched as he slipped his jeans back on and tugged himself in, his arms flexed as he put on his shirt.
Suddenly you felt insecure. What if this was just it? Just one night stand and then you and Joel would never talk again, and you’ll feel uncomfortable in his presence? You’d have to stop seeing Sarah too. You couldn’t handle it. You didn’t want to be just another woman that had passed in Joel’s hands for a night of pleasure. Was it selfish of you to want more? Greedy? You had dreamed of it, of someone like Joel, someone who made you feel the exact same way he makes you feel. But you wouldn’t say anything, you didn’t want to pressure him, so you stayed quiet as Joel finished buckling his belt.
 You pushed the blanked to cover yourself and hide from Joel’s eyes, but he noticed.
“Hey, what is it?” He asked in a soft tone, sitting in the bed next to you.
“Nothing.” You lied. “I’m just tired.”
He didn’t seemed to buy it, but he nodded and placed his hand over your knee.
“I wish I could stay here with you” He said. “But I can’t leave them alone.”
“It’s okay, Joel, you don’t have to.”
“I wanted to, tough.” He sighed and leaned in.
Joel was coming to your lips, but at the last second, you turned your head and he kissed your cheek. He stared down at you for a moment.
“Y/n? Are you…Are we…Did I do something wrong?”
Joel tiled his head and gave you a puzzled look, trying to understand your twist on behaviour.
“No” You were perfect, Joel. It’s just, well, I…I wanted to see you again, you know. I don’t want you to avoid me as soon as you regret it.”
Before he could even say something, you spoke again.
“It’s okay that you don’t want to. I understand.”
“Who said I didn’t? And who said I regret it?”
Joel held your face in his hands.
“You better get ready, baby, I won’t be able to take my hand off of you for some good time yet”
You giggled.
“Is that so, old man?”
“I’ll show you who’s old” Joel said before taking you by your waist to put you on your feet in front of him. “Get dressed”
“Why?”
“I’m taking you home” He said handing you your top.
“I am home, Joel”
“My home” He explained. “Now, hurry up. I’m gonna call Sarah to make sure everything’s ok”
You smiled widely as you started to get dressed again.
Joel Miller was going to be the death of you.
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itgetsquiet · 3 months
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(‾◡◝) movie night : txt (‾◡◝)
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romcoms can bring you some holiday spirit. but what if you imagine your favourite guy in them? look no further!
pairing : ot5 x gn!reader genre : fluff | wc >1.4k | warnings : spoilers, mentions of food & past breakups *・♫ : fade into you by mazzy star, dive by jooyoung, dreamer by txt, in my dreams by red velvet, baby one more time by the marías ‧₊˚✧ taglist : @seungspolaroid @impureperhaps @nr1chaedickrider
a/n : happy holidays to those who celebrate, and to those who don't — i hope you still had great time:) mature topics aren't included in this, and here the characters aren't as old as in the movies. hope you'll enjoy it! lmk what you think (╯▽╰ )
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YEONJUN : LOVE ACTUALLY
the strangest thing about your last few months is that you barely talk. it’s your time of rest and relaxation, you have no need to talk. after months of being heartbroken you are back to work in a great place, in the countryside somewhere where people barely speak your language. you focus on writing and try your best not to get distracted by the housekeeper that accompanies your otherwise lonely of  your so-called secondment.
he is not shy or timid by any means. sometimes you catch him talking on his phone to someone, and he’s loud and, you guess, even funny, because from the other side you can hear someone laugh. after a few weeks you grow curious to his humour but, unable to understand him, you learn to be satisfied with smaller bids. yeonjun, as he was introduced by your previous housekeeper, goes an extra mile to bring you a snack to your desk if you forget your meals and bring you water. you’ve learned to thank him with nods and smiles, and to laugh at quick brushes of your arms together to bring the tension down. wouldn’t it be hard for others too if a gorgeous attentive guy was wandering around their place?
as all good things tend to come to an end, this is no exception. he drops you off at the airport, telling you something in a foreign tongue, and you thank him with words that he doesn’t know. you leave with your heart aching. after the holidays he probably will be gone, but you still book a flight back. meanwhile yeonjun asks for one more season at your place in hopes you come back. unbeknownst to each other, you both pick up a new language as a new year resolution.
SOOBIN : SERENDIPITY
destiny owes you a gift. you know that you’ve made a pact with it, only a condition, ‘if he’s the one for me, we’ll see each other again’. but for you it was always a promise, a given. you feel as if you are betrayed when months pass, yet there is no sign of this stranger you’ve seen once in your life.
why do you hang onto the memory of him so much? his face is blurry before your sight, all you remember is his tall figure hovering over yours at the ice skating rink in the center of new york. and the cute dimples he dared to show you whenever he smiled. the image of them is carved into your heart, leaving a mark so deep that no one is able to cover it, measure it, fill it. 
but he, probably, has his own life somewhere else. he doesn’t know you spend almost every free night at that exact rink, making lonely circles around it in case he shows up. you decide that destiny is not to be trusted, now your love life is in your own hands. but on the other side of the world your destined dimple boy gets the dollar bill with your name on it, written in that bright red lipstick you bought that day. and now soobin, who hated the notion of ‘fate’, changes himself to find you, a bright stranger whom he’s met once in a strange cold city on a christmas eve.
BEOMGYU : THE HOLIDAY
this holiday season is for you to heal. you decide it as soon as you sign up for the house swap program, finally finding in yourself whatever there is left of your courage. putting your ordinary dull life on pause you fly continents towards the hope of some quietness of mind. however, the universe has her own plans for you.
you are on your own as you search for rest in solitude, up until one day a guy shows up on your doorstep, your house swap buddy’s coworker. he brings good music on vinyl and sweet conversation that you don’t want to let go of, so, when he leaves, you ask him to come over some time soon because you suddenly finding yourself in need of — his — company.
and so he does. once, twice, and then you spend almost every evening together exploring the city and leaning onto each other like old friends. as you grow closer you find him a jokester, an artist, a homebody—so many sides to him, and you greedily want to know all of him before it’s time for you to go. he helps you put together the pieces of your broken heart, not letting you know that every time you talk about going home you leave cracks in his own heart. 
the date of your return is so soon, so he has to hurry. he’s always wanted to see the world, why not do it by your side?
TAEHYUN : WHEN HARRY MET SALLY
you are done for the night. it’s a shame to excuse yourself from a party this grand, but you are in no state to stay here and pretend you are happy. especially as the clock hands are racing midnight, and everybody else is turning to their last kiss of the year. meanwhile your feet sting because of the heels, but your heart feels even worse.
you are almost out of the room, only a few steps left, once you notice a familiar figure rush inside. a spark of hope appears, and, as much as you want to despise it, your heart melts once his eyes meet yours.
taehyun is not supposed to be at this party, not after you said you don’t want to see him anymore. you pretend to be annoyed and ask him why he is here, but you already know the answer. he doesn’t have a scarf or a hat on, he’s out of breath, he has so much worry in his eyes that, without him even knowing, you forgive him. perhaps, you have forgotten him weeks ago, because the notion of carrying bitter feelings for him is easier to refuse than to agree with.
his ‘i love you’ changes everything. as he lists the reasons for his love you already are getting ready to admit your feelings back, although you have been ready for so long. the boy you disliked, who grew to become your best friend, became the love of your life, risking losing you but still admitting his feelings.
you miss the clock striking midnight by mere seconds. still, this kiss is a celebration of something new for the two of you, so who cares about formalities, right?
HUENINGKAI : THE HOLIDAY
the awkward silence that holds you tight, closer to each other than you would like to admit, presses onto your nerves with more and more power. you don’t dare to look at him – a stranger in another stranger’s house. you’ve been in this country for, what, six hours? naturally, you end up sitting in front of a – very attractive – brother of your home swap buddy. he says he’s sorry, but he doesn’t look that much apologetic when he inspects your profile with his the tipsy curiosity. he told you that for him it’s just one of those nights when he’s too drunk to go home, so his sister would let him sleep in, which she confirmed and apologized for profusely.
you could still call him an uber, or whatever they use in this town. as small as it is, there should be some service in this day and age, right? you could call him an uber, or let his sister call their friends. so why do you do this to yourself? why do you let yourself ogle over a man when you promised yourself you won’t do that any time soon?
“i’m kai, by the way,” he lazily says, tongue too tired to move. you smile and shake his limp hand in response, pronouncing your name in a foreign manner, as if you’ve never said it before. you excuse yourself to get him a blanket, but also your composure back and to return non-flustered, but it’s a failure because you still feel his gaze on you. and you’re no better, eyes lingering on his sharp nose and rosy chapped lips.
when, with those same chapped lips, he bids you a small sweet ‘good night’, smiling, you feel disappointment spreading fire in your chest. but, since you part for this night only, you already can’t wait to start the next morning.
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notapradagurl7 · 2 months
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Pairing: Black!Fem! / Plus Size Reader x Thor.
Summary: Due to a monster on almost k*lling you at work, Thor saved you and you ended up stuck on Asgard with him. You were just a mere mortal trying to find a way back to Earth but you had to adjust to Thor’s world first.
word count: 2,761k
Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @meech667 @gr00vyminibus @nerdieforpedro @kindofaintrovert @sageispunk
A/N: I was deeply anxious about writing this because it has been quite some time since I last watched the Marvel movies. However, as a fan, I am determined to step out of my comfort zone with my writing. This fic is quite self-indulgent.😭
Thank you to @soft-persephone for giving me encouragement. Your words were like a reassuring pat on the back and a wake-up call.
P.S. Don't forget to reblog, like and comment to support your favorite writers. Enjoy! ❤️
Warnings: angst, friends-to-lovers trope, violence, reader almost gets k*lld by a monster, a worried reader, oral(fem receiving) praise, dirty talk, Thor being a big softie, doesn’t follow the canon of the movies, love confession, straight up filth.
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It was a regular Monday afternoon at your job as a barista in a black-owned coffee shop, the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon buns wafted through the air. You've grown tired of the smell, it was like a bug you couldn't shake off.
You weren't a fan of coffee as others were, you prefer bottled water, apple juice, hell even orange juice. Others might want orange juice over apple.
Your chocolate brown collared tee shirt had an aromatic smell of spilled coffee double espresso and cream, your khakis pooled around your thick legs. Your cap on your head, Not to mention the coffee stains on your shoes, You neatly tied your freshly done box braids in a ponytail. Your brown skin.
You greeted customers with a fake smile and the regular ‘Have a nice day’ saying to them as they left money in the tip jar, drinking coffee on their way out, the chime of the bell rang in your ears.
Another day, another dollar you said in the back of your mind.
To be honest, you have grown tired of the same routine of your normal everyday life.
Wake up, go to work, head home, go to sleep repeat. Maybe you needed some spice or excitement in your life, maybe you were overthinking things.
The television in the upper right corner of the spacious room played the news showing a clip of Thor defeating a purple monster that resembled a demon, you wondered if the beast escaped from Hades to take Thor with him.
You and Thor crossed paths at the park, engaging in chats about your interests and personal experiences. Both of you spent quality time together, frequenting diners, the park, and even your own home. As your friendship began to develop, it grew steadily and became quite strong.
You thought his life seemed cooler than yours, except for his father, Odin, praised him more highly than his brother Loki, the mischievous god. The conflict between the two brothers seemed intense. Thor and Loki lost both of their parents but as time passed they were able to get along.
You empathized with his brother as he sought validation from his parents and tried to make them happy, as it reminded you of your own past.
You were certain that Loki wouldn't want any empathy or pity from a mere mortal like you, he was somewhere in his realm thinking of world domination.
While his mother seemed to be a gentle woman, his sister Hela came dangerously close to taking out his eye during the fight. That must have hurt. Like really bad.
Sheesh, what a family he had.
You grinned and sang softly to Thor, amazed by his unwavering bravery and extraordinary combat skills. Wow, he was also incredibly attractive with a stylish haircut.
You wondered if Thor would take your application or resume for a assistant? You used to dream of being a superhero when you were a kid, having superpowers and saving the day.
Did superheroes ever pay back for the damages to cars and buildings, personal items when in every battle?
Kenya tapped your shoulder while you clocked out of your morning shift, your head turned toward her with concern, "Are you okay?"
You nodded at her, “Yeah, i’m fine, just a little tired.” you said softly, taking off your apron.
Once you walked out of the coffee shop and dusted yourself off, you looked both ways of the street before a tentacle quickly slithered around your waist, your eyes widened in shock as you were randomly pulled toward the demon, its red crimson eyes bore into your soul as its tentacle gradually moved you up and down in its tight clutch.
Thor’s narrowed at the towering purple demon holding you hostage, its tentacle brought you close to its face. “L-let me go…” you whispered, you flinched and the quiet sniffling from you broke Thor’s heart.
“Unhand her! I shall send you back to Hades where you belong and where you will stay for eternity!” Thor roared, holding his axe close, lighting bouncing off of him.
“Isn't this the feeble mortal you yearn for? Your heart desires for a connection? Aren't mere mortals and gods told to stay in their place? Such a radiant soul belongs in Hades..”The demon taunted, its deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
“You only spew lies from your wretched tongue, prepare to perish like the others..” Thor spat, swinging his axe in his hand.
You clenched your fists, trying to muster up the courage to fight back, but you were no match for the monster's strength.
What did the demon mean by that? He yearns for?
Thor threw his axe at the repulsive creature, and the axe severed the demon's arms, making it stagger backward as its arms were released. Bringing you to great heights in the air, Thor cautiously crouched down and soared towards you.
Thor finished off the beast with every punch, its desperate cries begged for mercy. Thor’s thunder zapped the demon and sent him back to Hades.
Your eyes closed shut with your arms frantically moving around your body, plummeting to your death. The wind gushing against your face with your tears falling from your eyelids. The bustling wind and light blue sky witnessing
Was this how you said goodbye to your friends, your family, your life? It couldn't be.
You suddenly stop falling when you are caught in the bridal style by Thor, your hands resting on his chiseled forearms.
The ground seemed miles away, but you felt oddly calm knowing that Thor was there to protect you. His blue eyes met yours with concern and relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Your box braids pooled in front of your face with your eyes fixed on Thor, “Are you alright Y/N?”he asked gently, his finger gently moving the braid from your face.
“Uh…Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you Thor for saving me..” You said softly, nodding at him while giving him a small smile.
"No harm shall come to you as long as I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you." He reassured, his words tugged at your heartstrings.
Didn't your whole life flash before your eyes?
You hopped from the heroic arms of Thor and waved goodbye to him, your eyes almost welled up in tears as you sniffed them away.
Thor lifted his axe up to the blue sky and thunder came down on the two of you, it didn't shock you or hurt you. But it was tingling over you, teleporting you to another world. It was strange.
Your eyes opened wide to the birds chirping and the towering building painted in soothing macaroon cream color with gold designs engraved in them, from the towering mountains of greenery to the people dressed in white loose robes.
Oh shit, were you really in Asgard? The New Asgard right?
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but before you could respond, a towering man was behind Thor. It was Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifröst.
"Thor, we are thankful to have you back to Asgard," Heimdall said softly, his voice echoing through the air.
Heimdall’s fiery eyes locked with your deep brown ones, his grey locs pulled back in a low ponytail and his dark brown skin caught your attention. He was so handsome.
“Oh? You brought a mortal to Asgard your Highness?” He asked him, titling his head to the side.
“She is my friend and I accidentally brought her here..”
Heimdall nodded, “Well, surely it wasn't a mistake. It must want her here for a reason..”
Your eyes gazed upon the gods and goddesses roaming through the roads, the women were as tall as the Amazons in Themyscira, with their gold brass armor and white flowy togas. It was different here.
You bet that the women in his home would throw themselves, he was a god after all. Did Zeus’s women who sat by his throne faint at the sight of Thor?
“Thor, can I get extra clothes and take a shower?” You asked him, pursuing your lips.
“Oh! Um..i could ask Majesty for some extra clothes and I can shower where the shower is in my castle.” Thor mentioned, nodding with a nervous chuckle.
Majesty teleported to your location in the elegant castle, giving you a warm smile and greeting Thor. “Greeting Thor..” she said softly.
A goddess by the name of Majesty with her dark brown skin, her brown locs pulled back by a purple headscarf, swaying side by side, her loose toga hugged around her thick body. Her amethyst-purple eyes bore into your soul, reading you like a book.
She was so beautiful, you've never seen a goddess that looked like you in the paintings by old white dudes from years and years ago, in the books, and in the movies. It felt nice to see it up close.
“Hello there Y/N, here are some clothes for you." Majesty spoke kindly, taking the clothes from behind her back.
She handed you a small bundle of clothes, her voice soothing and comforting. "Feel free to freshen up and make yourself at home."
You thanked her gratefully, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. As you make your way towards the shower, you feel a mix of emotions. On the other hand, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being completely out of your element.
After a quick shower, you changed into the clothes that Majesty had provided. The purple loose robe was comfortable and stylish, fitting around you perfectly. As you walked back into the main room, you found Thor waiting for you with a warm smile.
"You look beautiful," he complimented, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "The clothes suit you well."
Your cheeks grew hot at his words with a flutter of excitement in your chest. Being stuck on Asgard might not be so bad after all, especially if it meant spending more time with Thor.
"So, what now?" you asked, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. "How do I get back to Earth?"
Thor's smile faltered slightly as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, that's the thing... I'm not entirely sure. The Bifröst is not under my control, and it seems to have brought you here for a reason."
You groaned inwardly, feeling a mix of frustration and anxiety wash over you. "Great, so I'm stuck here with no way back?"
Thor's expression softened as he reached out to hold your hand. "I promise you, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to help you find a way back home."
His words brought a small smile to your face, and you couldn't help but feel comfort in his presence.
“I know you will, I trust you..”
The night arrived rather quickly in Asgard with the moonlight slanting through the huge window, your eyelids gradually opened to the spacious room. You couldn't sleep, great. The silence was rather annoying than peaceful.
Was Thor still up? You stood up from your side of the bed and strode out of the bedroom, you maneuvered your way through the wide hallways and stopped in front of his towering door in brown wood with intricate cravings, you rapped your knuckles against it.
“Come in..”
You gently nudged the door open with your head leaning in the room, “Thor? Are you still awake?”
You stepped inside the spacious room and looked for him, pondering if this was a good idea.
“Yes, I am. Don't worry..”
Thor stood before the balcony with his eyes fixed on the full moon and the ink-black sky painted with sparkly stars, his arms resting on the railing. It was centuries since he had been home, he missed his mother, his father, and his brother.
Thor felt alone but when he met you, he didn't feel so alone anymore. But it felt like anytime something happened he would lose everyone. He didn't want to lose you either.
“You're my friend Thor, I get that you're a god of thunder but I'm still gonna worry about you..” You said softly, walking toward him with a light chuckle.
Thor turned his attention toward you with his hands resting on your shoulders, “I worry about you more than you ever know…”
“I appreciate that but I can take care of myself..”
“I didn't intend to put you in danger.”
“Don't blame yourself for what occurred, things like that happen a lot when you're fighting crime or demons right?” You added, smiling a bit.
Thor lightly chuckled with a smile, he wondered how you were calm through it. You were almost hurt by a monster but you didn't die. You were stuck on Asgard for a while but you were with Thor.
There was always a silver lining to something your aunt would say, you couldn't wallow in self-pity so keep living for yourself.
“I have fallen in love with you..” Thor confessed, his eyes locked with yours.
Maybe the demon was right about one thing, his feelings for you. Those feelings were real.
Your eyes widen a bit, you can't believe what you are hearing, “I feel the same way about you too..” you admitted, your hands resting on his chest.
You always felt this way about him but you wanted to wait until the time was right to tell him.
Thor crashed his lips into yours with you reciprocating the same action, his hands moved toward your thighs as he picked you up by your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist, your steamy make-out resumed, your moans muffled on his lips.
He laid you down on your back on the plush bed, he took off his clothes and kissed your plump lips again.
Thor flipped you on your back with his hands gently tucking your robes from your body, the wind brushed against your skin causing your nipple to go erect, his large hands squeezed your breasts, “oh..Thor..” you moaned softly.
His thick fingers gently slid between your wet folds and you gasped softly, your hips against his face movement, “Oh yes! Thor!” you screamed again, your head falling back on the pillow, your essence oozing on his tongue.
His tongue licked a wet stripe between your folds with his mouth latching around your throbbing clit, your hands gripped his blond hair tight. Waves of pleasure washed over you, his hooded eyes locked with yours.
Was this a way of worshiping Thor? Blessing him with your presence as he lapped your essence, Thor's hands roamed your body, biting and kissing every curve and crevice, as his lips trailed down your neck, littering your dark brown skin with hickeys, “You taste so good..” he groaned, kissing your lips again.
Your climax rippled through you like a tidal wave, your essence oozing into his mouth, you screamed out loudly as your legs shook in his hands, “oh fuck!” you screamed, you panted lowly.
The two of you lay side by side with your eyes locked on him, you stood up from your side of the bed gathering your clothes.
“You're mine now..” You told him, pecking his lips as you headed off toward the shower.
This day was more than perfect, maybe your life wasn't so dull after all. You were dating a god that loved you and only you.
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DATING KURT WOULD INCLUDE. + KURT KUNKLE
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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. what being in a relationship with Kurt would be like.
pairing. kurt kunkle x reader
genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, none gender specific, incel Kurt, fluff, gamer boyfriend trope, not canon to movie, just silly little headcanons, i honestly don't know how to tag this. | — feedback is always welcomed & don’t forget to reblog 🤍
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Honestly, I can not believe that you guys convinced me to write this. You literally put a gun to my head and told me to start writing this with my black ass. 
Ight come get y'all juice ig.
Kurt is the type of boyfriend who just doesn't know what to do when you show him affection, the man takes a minute to process every compliment that you give him.
"Wait...Did you just call me a pretty boy?"
"Kurt, I said that an hour ago, babe."
Your first date is going to be cheap.
I'm just being honest here, but that doesn't mean that this man wouldn't burn a hole in his pockets just to buy you whatever you want from the McDonald's dollar menu. 
He will randomly just check up on you throughout the day.
Even if you're spending it together, he’ll suddenly just stop what he’s doing and analyze you for a bit.
Despite you two being in a relationship, Kurt pulls zero bitches, no matter how much he tries to present himself as this super confident guy with a super hot partner.
And because of that, he’s very inexperienced when it comes to relationships.
You have to be the one to initiate everything when it comes to your relationship. 
But when you are being affectionate, you have to turn it all the way up a notch because this man is kind of dense.
You would wrap your arms around him as he sat in his gamer chair watching him play one of his silly little games. 
The sound leaking from his headset as you shifted to his lap, unaffected by your presence, thinking you just wanted to cuddle.
But then you start kissing him on the collarbone...
Man's is instantly hard.
here's where it get's a little spicy...
You discover that Kurt is quite vocal during sex.
Like a modern day porn star, you cannot shut him the fuck up.
Every little touches from you makes him feel like he’s experiencing sex for the first time, every time.
It isn't that hard to please him since he’s never felt the touch of a everyone ever in his life, so you would give him the most sheet gripping, teeth clenching, knuckle biting head of his life.
Kurt has this thing with eye contact.
You have to look him in the eye while you guys are having sex or he just can’t cum.
Same with biting.
He doesn't do it to you, but he’ll burst at the seams if you tease him by sinking your teeth into any part of his body.
Do not try this with his slong.
He has accidentally hit you before the time that you tried to jump scare him.
His reflexes are insane. 
Also he cries. 
You have to give that man aftercare because he literally breaks down.
That post-nut clarity hits him like a ton of fucking bricks.
All he wants to do is be the little spoon and cuddle with you. 
okay back to being cute again...
Whenever he wins a round, you have to kiss him. 
He’ll spring from his gamer chair at the end of the round and jump onto the mattress just to steal a kiss from you.
will brag about you to the ten-year olds online that he’s playing with
“Yeah, well my partner is super freaking hot so…no im not lying dude!” 
“Y/N! COME TELL THEM THAT YOU’RE TOTALLY REAL AND NOT MY MOM!”
waking up and seeing him on the game or making his little "beep boop" music in the corner of the room with the lights turned off.
“Jesus Christ Kurt, turn on the light at least you look like a serial killer.”
“Oh I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want to wake you!”
He constantly asks you for your opinion on everything.
He just can’t help it.
He just constantly wants your approval and wants to impress everyone, especially you.
Lowkey, he has this thing with taking pictures of you while you're sleeping, like his entire camera roll would be just you sleeping in random places he likes to scroll through whenever he’s bored.
You guys do fight, just not very often, but when you do, it's usually over something very serious.
“....are you mad at me Y/N?”
“You literally drove off and left me in a random fucking parking lot because of a game sale Kurt.”
Since he is very into being social media famous, you do have to bring the hammer on him sometimes to stop him from doing dangerously stupid trends.
But other than that, your relationship is usually just shits and giggles.
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