#snapback replies

[getallemeralds]

"every hat is a New Favorite Hat" this is just like tf2

you are the second person to say this and i am delighted both times. iou and my other friend a photo of me wearin All The Hats

[babygorewhore]

Dirty girl

Rafe Cameron is your favorite porn star and you’re determined to make your fantasies come true. Even if that means sneaking into one of his parties.

Thank you to @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me with this one!!! And the divider! Also idk what happened to me but the horny demon decided to show up and possess me. So enjoy this filth 😌

Warnings! Male and female masturbation! One mention of breeding kink! Daddy kink! Oral! Fem recieving! Unprotected sex! Not proofread

Your crush on Rafe Cameron led you to do crazy things. Follow him around school, graduation and now you look at his posts like a puppy following their master on his only fans every single time he streamed. It wasn’t a secret that he was a porn star, everyone knew but it wasn’t openly discussed. When you saw him there weeks ago, your panties got damp from how hot he looked jerking himself off while he wore that SnapBack of his. His creamy fluid coating his large hand, fingers slick as he continued pumping.

“That’s my fucking girl,” He moaned and rolled his hips to the pace of his strokes. Your own fingers were buried inside your cunt, curling them upward as you wished they were his while your vibrator was glued to your clit mercilessly.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so good at this,” And then…

His said your name.

You immediately stopped for a second. Gasping for air but then he said another girls name. It wasn’t directed at you, another girl with the same name who requested the praise. You laid back down from leaning on your elbows, returning to your motions as your digits found their way inside your pussy, vibrations pressing tightly against your swollen center.

You bucked your hips as Rafe started grinding on his bed, his thighs caging the pillow while his dick slapped against the material. “Fuck, you feel so fucking tight. Baby, let me cum in you. Wanna fuck a baby in you.”

You whimpered at his dirty words as you continued fingering yourself, drawing close to the edge when Rafe let out a throaty moan and that made your orgasm hit you like a crashing wave and you threw your head back, covering your mouth with your other hand to stop yourself from waking up your roommate in the next room.

As the seconds went by, you pulled out your fingers and wiped them on your bare hip. Rafe was breathing heavily, just like you were and it made your hole tighten when you saw his naked chest heaving as he recovered from spilling on the sheets. You needed him so badly it hurt but more than that.

You wanted him to fuck you. You didn’t want anyone else. You wanted him and you were determined to get him.

Every weekend, Rafe threw a party at his house. Your friend Barry usually provided him coke for the entertainment and that could be your opportunity to get an invite. Which is what you were currently trying to convince him the next day.

“Come on. Let me give it to him.” You pleaded and he gave you a condescending look.

“For what? So you can fuck him? Nah. He’s the one who pays me. It’s my business.” You huffed and crossed your arms. Your sneakers were sticking to the floor of his house.

“Barry. Come on. I’ll owe you if you do this. I won’t bother you for a whole week.” You offered and he snorted, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Yeah, right. Make it a month. No favors. No ‘borrowing’ my shit without giving it back. And you buy your own stuff. A whole ass month.” He replied and you stuck out your hand.

“Deal.”

And that’s when you snuck into the party, booming music, laughter, fucking disguised your lack of invitation as you tried to find your target. You were surprised he wasn’t at the center since he loved attention but instead, when you went up the stairs, he was sitting down counting cash. You swallowed your nerves away before approaching him. You wondered if the money was cashed out from his Only fans. Which in turn made you clench at the memory.

You walked over, your heels clacking against the wood floor and Rafe’s head snapped up. But instead of criticizing you as a stranger, he stood up with a smirk.

“Hey, haven’t seen you before, baby.”

You swallow your nervousness and give him a little smile. “I’m here to give you the goods. Barry wasn’t able to come.”

Rafe furrows his brows slightly. “Doesn’t sound like him. Maybe you should tell me why you’re here, baby girl.” He says and wraps his hand on your hip, tugging you close until you’re pressed against him.

You shrugged but put your hands on his chest, rising up a little so you can press your lips to his ear. “Maybe I want you to fuck me like you do in your little videos, baby.”

Rafe quirks his eyebrow before gesturing with his head to the right. “Hmm, maybe I can give it to you. But first you have to ask me nicely, baby. Use good manners.” He teases.

“Please fuck me, Rafey. I want it so bad. I want you to stuff me with your cum.” You press your hands together in contrition. “I promise I’ll be good and take it.” You pout slightly.

Rafe gently takes your arm and starts walking to the right, taking you down a dimly lit hallway and passing people who are grinding against each other. He finds the last door, opening the wooden entrance and you see a modern style bedroom. With sleek furniture and a wide bed to accommodate his large frame.

He turned and smashed his lips to yours, sucking your lower lip and sliding his hands to your ass. He squeezed and pulled you against him, grinding against you, you felt his hard cock and you reached down, palming him and he groaned. “Did you just come here to be a cum slut?” He asked and you nodded as you slipped your tongue in his mouth.

“Mhm, just wanna fuck you daddy. Maybe make our own video.” You smirked against his mouth and he chuckled darkly, pulling away.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” Rafe growled and pulled out his phone, turning on the record button. “You won’t be able to touch yourself without thinking of it right now. With my cock inside you. Without my tongue and fingers inside that pretty little pussy.”

He reached forward and grabbed your hair, yanking you to the bed on your back. He wasted no time, pulling off your panties and lifting your short skirt. Rafe moaned at the sight of your sticky cunt. “Mmm, so wet for me, aren’t you baby girl?” He said before sinking to his knees.

He shoved his face against your pussy, licking you with a flattened tongue on your clit and you gripped his hair. Rafe bobbed his head up and down before pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it as he made you whimper and grip harder.

“Fuck, daddy, it feels so good.” You whined as he sped up, bobbing his head up and down as the flash of the camera was on in his free hand, his other holding you down by your left hip.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He grunted, lapping his tongue and you breathed harder, feeling your stomach coil.

“Yours daddy!” You cried out and he smirked against it.

“Fucking right. One more time?”

“My pussy is yours, Rafe.” You said against and he smacked your ass before lifting up, crawling on top of you and unbuckling his past. His chin dripping with your slick as he shoved his boxers down his thighs and off, throwing them to the side.

Your eyes widened at his size, his red tip leaking with precum as rubbed it against your clit before sinking inside you, “Fuckkk.” He moaned and leaned down, his face in the crook of your neck. “Such a tight little cunt. Sucking me in like a fucking slut.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly while he kissed your skin, sucking in to leave a mark. “Everyone will know I fucked you. No one will touch you. You. Are. Mine.” He said as he thrust, deep in you hitting the good spots. You huffed out pornographic noises and humped him animalistically.

He continued his pace for minutes before speeding up as he saw your eyes roll back as your belly tightened and you spilled all over his dick, giving him more slick as he pounded into you and he slammed his lips to yours, teeth and tongue and you tasted yourself.

He came in you, dripping and ropes of cum leaked onto the bed and he moaned loudly. You matched his volume as you clawed at his back.

He stayed there for seconds before pulling out and scooping you in his arms, laying down. “I’ll clean you up in a minute…fucking hell baby girl.” He chuckled and you nuzzled against his chest.

“I think you did ruin me now.” You whispered with a sly grin.

“Give me fucking five minutes. And I’m gonna turn that camera off. You’re really going to cream over me.”

Tagging! @rafescurtainbangz @drewstarkeyslut @rafesthroatbaby @slvt4jamesmarch @marchsfreakshow @take-everything-you-can @emsgoodthinkin @oceandriveab @voyeurmunson @impmunson @redhead1180

[back2bluesidex]

Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 1 (18+)

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, SMUT (MDNI)

Warnings: lots of crying, reader is broken, she is suffering so bad, a flashback explicit sex scene, big-dick Jungkook, kind of size kink, he hits it from behind, shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, Jung Hoseok enters the scene, he is so attractive that you might faint, subtle and flirty Hoseok, an adorable little girl, Namjoon makes an appearance.

It's not really mentioned but just so you know, Hoseok and reader has a slight age gap like 5 years. (which is not at all an age gap to me because my first boyfriend was 8 years older than me. haha. you didn't just read that.)

Word count: 4.2k

Taglist requests are closed.

Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

A/N: First chapter is here. I wrote 4k+ words for a single fic and that's unbelievable. Anyway, I hope you guys like it, and I hope it's worth the wait.

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Chapters:- 

Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

“Reaching in 10 minutes” 

That’s what Jungkook texted you half an hour ago. 

It’s nothing new. He has always been late to your every date, every plan, every meetup. What is new is the lack of explanations and excuses following his delayed arrivals. He only apologizes and you hardly hear any sincerity in his atonements. 

You sigh, staring out of the huge window of the private cabin. 

Jungkook can’t meet you at your (supposed to be shared) home due to his “privacy” issues. So, you had to reserve this private cabin of an over-expensive continental restaurant. It’s funny how all of these feel so formal. It feels as if you are meeting one of your wealthy clients and not your boyfriend. This is how far Jungkook has drifted from you. 

Your feet bounce on the floor, reminding you that you are indeed very nervous. 

It’s a “leap of faith” situation for you today. If it works out then everything will start afresh, if it doesn’t… you will have to fall and break without having any idea on how to mend yourself. 

“Sorry. I’m late.” Jungkook’s muffled voice rings behind your ear. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, or fear, that you didn’t even hear him entering the cabin. 

He heads towards the seat opposite of yours, without any further greetings, any kiss or even a hug… not even a single glance.

“As if it’s the first time.” you scoff. Jungkook chuckles nervously, removing his mask and snapback. 

“Let’s order something. Heard their soy sauce chicken is a hit-” 

“Y/N, I can’t stay for long. Can you make it quick?” Jungkook cuts off your words. His tone is so curt, so foreign that you doubt if it’s actually him underneath his skin or not. 

“Jungkook… What's wrong? Why are you making things so formal? For fuck’s sake it’s me. Your so-called girlfriend.” Your voice quivers but you scream nonetheless. 

“Y/N! Quit being dramatic and lower your voice. We are not at home.” Jungkook hisses, teeth gritting, eyes narrowing. 

“Home? You mean the apartment you left because your agency said it’s risky to share a space with your girlfriend of three years? The same place you refused to meet at because paparazzi are keeping tabs on you as you are rumored to be dating someone else?” you reply with the same ferocity. 

Jungkook closes his eyes and rubs his face with both of his palms. Taking a sharp inhale, he says, “Can you please tell me why we are here? I don’t think you called me all the way here just so we can fight?”  

You roll your eyes, less in sarcasm, more in an attempt to make your tears disappear.

You sit straight as if being prepared for the sword that is going to pierce through your heart, “Jungkook, do you.. do you love me?” 

Jungkook visibly stiffens. His eyes go wide as if someone has asked him to jump off of the building. You see him collecting himself and clearing his throat only to lie, “O-Of course I do. But suddenly why?” 

Even though you want to believe his words, you know those are as hollow as his eyes and maybe his heart as well. 

“Then..” you pause, reaching for your purse. Pulling out the pitch black velvet box, you look at him. Jungkook’s eyes are wide again, filled with horror and confusion. He probably knows what you are doing and he does not seem to be the least bit happy.  

You stand up from your seat and round the table to reach Jungkook, “don’t you think it’s the high time we get engaged? It’s been three years since we started dating, our families approve of each other and” you pause, being unsure of whether you should say it, “and we have always wanted a future together.” You open the box for him to see, a tight-lipped smile lingers on your face only to punctuate your proposal.

Jungkook looks up at you with his big, doe, mystical eyes and then looks down on the ring you have spent a fortune on. Your heart hammers in your chest, but it is not the flattering kind. Your heart races in a fear that you are not ready to face yet.

Jungkook’s face falls and he looks away from you. He plays with his fingers and avoids any kind of eye contact with you. You stand there like a doll made of steel, staring at him holding the ring. 

“Y/N. This is not- I can’t. I mean, this is so sudden. I am at the peak of my career and I can’t think of getting engaged or married at this point of life.” he runs a hand though his dark hair out of frustration, “Why are you rushing everything like this?” Jungkook’s eyes are still trained on the table, not on you. 

“Because I am afraid, Jungkook. I am afraid you might leave me behind if I don’t try to hold onto you now.” you finally let your tears fall. Uncontrollable sobs leave your mouth. 

Jungkook whips his head towards you and then stands up slowly. He holds you by your arms and opens his mouth to say something, “Y/N. I-”

“But I guess it’s too late now. You were long gone. You were gone far before the day you were seen with her. I should have understood Jungkook. I should have…” you run out of breath but still continue, “now please answer me honestly, you love her. Don’t you?” 

Jungkook starts avoiding your eyes again. His grip on your arms loosens and you somehow know the answer already. 

“I never cheated on you, Y/N. I never lied to you.” He offers with eyes shut tightly. 

“But you never told me the full truth either.” your voice comes out weak. 

Jungkook remains silent for a while and then he continues with a frail voice, “That night. I mean, the photo that went viral, I was sending her back to her hotel. She flew all the way to the States to confess to me.” This is a new revelation to you, since you never really demanded any explanation from him. Honestly, you didn’t have the guts to face the truth. Rather you decided to try one last time. And that is what brings you here, defeated and rejected with a truck load of pain burdening you down. 

“And? What did you say?” you press on, being determined to end your suffering today even if it means you will have to return home with a broken relationship and a broken heart.  

“Nothing.” Jungkook gulps.

“You could not say no because you feel the same and you could not say yes because you still had me, is that right?” You know you awfully sound like you are in a session with one of your patients but you don’t care. You need to get to the root of this unbearable pain and cut it off for once and for all. 

Jungkook nods. Even though his eyes are hidden from yours, you know, those are full of guilt and shame but not a single speck of love and affection for you. 

You close your eyes, let the tears fall unbound, shut the box tight and take two steps back from your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. 

“I know this is a stupid question but I- I’m just confirming” another sob leaves your mouth unintentionally, “do you want to break up? With me?” 

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose. He is probably finding a way to say yes without having to hurt you more than you can bear. 

“Y/N..” he murmurs. This is most likely the last time you are hearing him call you by your name. 

“Jungkook, please, just yes or no.” You take another step away from him.  

“Yes.” Jungkook breathes out. His eyes are still shut tight. 

Even though you knew what his answer would be, it still hurts much more than it did in your imagination. 

You feel as if your head is underwater, you can’t breathe, can’t fight, can’t scream. You need to be saved but the person you want to reach out to is the same person who pushed you into this unfathomable water. 

Your vision gets blurry with tears again, you can’t see Jungkook anymore. And you guess it’s better that way. 

“Okay. That's all I think. That’s all for our three years of history. I hope you lead a happier life from now on. Goodbye….. Jungkook.” and with that you left without waiting for him to say anything. You left him and a part of yourself with him. 

You are again sitting at your dining table, holding your phone tightly in your hand. You are again re-reading a headline just like you did a month and two days ago. You are again trying not to cry but you are failing miserably. 

“Calvin Kline fame Jeon Jungkook confirms the rumors by kissing rumored girlfriend actress Han Jiwon at a club downtown - The agency is yet to provide a statement.” 

It's cruel, how you have to wake up exactly at 7 in the morning despite crying for the better part of the night. 

It's even more cruel, how your vacation application (which you have been pursuing for more than a week now) was declined harshly because there's a "priority client" and you, arguably the most competent child psychologist of the clinic, have to take over the case. 

You reach for your phone and turn off the alarm. 

Opening your eyes, you stare at the ceiling blankly. It's been two weeks since you last saw Jungkook at the restaurant. It's been two weeks since your relationship came to an end. And it's been four months since you are sleeping on your own but you still crave for his warmth beside you. 

Love can be a funny thing. At one moment it's fulfilling you, injecting your heart with a sickening sweetness and at another one it's ripping off your urge to continue living, it's stuffing you with insecurity and self doubts that you hardly knew the existence of. 

You wonder what Jungkook is doing now. Is he sleeping by himself or is he waking up beside Jiwon? Is he kissing her shoulders softly like he used to do to you or is he hovering above her, spreading her legs and inserting his large shaft inside. 

Your thoughts are shaken off with the vibrating sound of your phone. 

It's Miseon. The receptionist of The Mindscope ( the clinic you work for) and probably the only person you can call a friend in this entire world. 

"Morning." You greet.

"Hey. Heard that your application was declined?" Miseon chrips from the other side of the line. 

"Yeah. For some priority clients. Kim asshole Namjoon will be deep-fried in burning oil in a giant ass frying pan in hell." You grumble.

"So you are coming back to work today I guess." 

"Yes I have to."

"Will you be okay tho?" You can hear concern in your friend's voice. She's the only person apart from your family to know about your and Jungkook's relationship. So, she called you immediately after seeing the tabloids twelve days ago. You cried on her shoulder when she visited you. 

"Yeah. I guess. I have to start doing the actual work anyway. My eyes are in pain for the prolonged hours I spent staring at Microsoft Word for these two weeks. Ugh. Now I hate documentation even more." 

Miseon chuckles, “Okay, see you at the clinic then.” 

“Yeah. see you.” 

You drag yourself out of the bed and head towards the washroom. If this is a new start, then you better accept it. 

As soon as the warm soothing water touches your body, memories come rushing back, flooding your mind with despair in the process. 

“Jungkook… I’m gonna get late” you whine, head tilting back with pleasure. 

Jungkook’s hand snakes around your waist, fingers reach for your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Five minutes won’t hurt, baby.” he whispers in your ear as his index and middle finger draw slow circles on your wet clit. 

His other hand teases one of your wet nipples, twisting and tugging it as harshly as he wants. 

A pool of slick gushes out of your hole making jungkook groan at the feeling. He dips his middle finger in your hole and collects some of your wetness, he then uses that to rub more smooth circles on your clit. 

You choke on thin air, moaning his name again and again you start to roll your hip on his naked cock. 

His giant cock fits perfectly along your ass crack, as if it was made to fit inside you. 

You roll your hips harder to elicit a reaction from your boyfriend. 

“Such a dirty girl, huh? All for me.” Jungkook’s husky voice pierce through your sober mind and you find yourself dazed with love and pleasure. 

Jungkook increases the pace of his fingers and you get more and more wet each passing second. 

“Kook.. I- I need you.” you manage to breathe out. 

“Don’t be vague, Y/N. Tell me what you exactly need.” Jungkook replies smugly. 

“I need your giant cock to ruin my pussy, daddy.” you reply, squeezing the tit that has been deprived of your boyfriend’s attention.

“Whatever my baby says.” and with that jungkook slips inside you in one go. You barely get any chance to adjust because he starts moving right away. 

He fucks you slow. His fingers never stop teasing your clit and soon you two reach your climax. He fills you with his cum and you coat his cock with yours. 

“Let’s get cleaned now, hm?” Jungkook places a kiss on your shoulder as he turns on the shower. 

Your back slides down the shower wall. You shake violently as loud sobs leave your throat one after another. 

“You are so cruel, Jungkook. You are so fucking cruel.” you scream. Your throat hurts but your heart hurts even more. 

You should have read the signs. When he kept on talking about Jiwon, aka his new friend from the agency, you should have perceived that shine in his eyes. 

You should have confronted him more when he said he would have a drink with her after his shoot. 

You should have asked his whereabouts when he ignored your calls and texts because he visited her in one of her drama sets. 

You should have done a lot of things but most importantly, you should have loved him a little less and loved yourself a little more. 

Counselee Information: - Name: Jung Sua Age: 7 (seven) Gender: Female (F) Guardian: Jung Hoseok  Relationship with the guardian: Father of the counselee  Reasons behind seeking help:  1. Changes in behavior  2. Quieter and more reserved than before 3. Frequent nightmares  4. Mild panic attacks 

“So, what do you think?” Namjoon questions, leaning on the plush chair, placed at the end of your table. 

“Nothing complicated. You could have handled it yourself. There was absolutely no need of rejecting my vacation applications again and again.” you spat, being very unimpressed with the dimpled smirk on your boss’ face. 

“Oh my god. What’s wrong?” he dramatically leans forward. Placing a hand on his chest, Namjoon continues, “I thought you will be in a better mood after two weeks of work from home. But you seem even more annoyed than before.” 

“For your information, I asked for a damn holiday not work from home aka  prolonged hours of documentation. I really need some time off, Namjoon. I am not kidding.” Your voice sounds so defeated that Namjoon has to sit straight. 

A serious expression takes over his features as he replies, “I know, Y/N. You are definitely not the type to take leaves for fun. But I am helpless here. The client has asked for you personally. He has done his own research and concluded that you can help his daughter better than everyone else in this clinic. I could not do anything.” 

You nod understanding his point of view. 

You are always more than ready to help these little, innocent souls out. It pains you to see these babies experiencing something as horrific as panic attacks. 

But this time you need therapy more than anyone else under your radar. Even though your exterior doesn’t show the unbearable pain your interior is going through, you still need some solace. You are really unwilling to work at this moment and you doubt if you can help anyone else when you are not mentally fit yourself.  

But you hardly have a choice. And maybe, just maybe, you will get a chance of distracting yourself from Jungkook's thoughts. Maybe you will be able to take a breather. Maybe you will heal in the process. Maybe? 

“The appointment is at 11 am, right?” You ask the man sitting right in front of you.

“Yes,” he answers. 

“It’s 10:49 already. Get out and let me prepare myself.” you mutter, closing your eyes and leaning back on your chair. 

“Okay okay. Don’t be so aggressive.” Namjoon chuckles before leaving you alone in the cabin. 

You go through Jung Sua's records once more to verify if there's a health condition you should be aware of. But there isn't anything. 

Just when you close the file, a knock rings on the cabin door. 

You sit straight. Ready to welcome a new friend. 

Yuna, your assistant, knocks once more before pushing the door slowly. She walks in first and then holds the door open for the guests. 

And the cutest seven years old, you have ever seen, walks inside. She's so small that she can be easily mistaken for a five year old. Her chubby cheeks and immaculately done pigtails makes her look like a doll. 

You almost coo at the sight. 

Even though you mostly work with kids, for the past year you were working with only teenagers. It's been long since you had the pleasure to serve yourself for a kid less than ten years old, let alone a seven year one. 

"Hello there, Miss Sua. How are you doing?" You say in a jovial voice, trudging towards the baby. 

Sua tenses a bit and looks behind her, looking for shelter from her father. He stands right behind Sua, offering her to hold one of his hands. Sua takes that readily.

You come forward and sit on your knees to maintain an eye level with your new friend. 

"Don't worry. I'm your new friend. My name is Y/N." You offer her your hand. She hesitates a bit and then looks at her father for confirmation.

You follow her cue and tilt your head up to take a look at the father of your counselee.

Only if you weren't the embodiment of damsel of distress these days, you could very well have a love at first sight. 

The man flaunts a pair of incredibly beautiful yet intimidating eyes, a chiseled jaw that can cut you into pieces, perfectly styled dark hair that falls on his face, and a pair of heart shaped lips which enhances the overall beauty of his face. The fitted dress pants and the black dress shirt give hints of the lithe, well-structured body that lies inside. 

He smiles at you, you do the same. And then you feel a softer, smaller hand wrapping up your fingertips lightly. 

Her cuteness makes you giggle. 

You stand up, taking her hand on yours, you start walking towards a cozier corner of your cabin, where you usually counsel kids. Her father follows you closely behind. 

There's a small and round glass table along with three chairs. One is meant for you and two others are meant for the counselees and their guardians. 

You turn towards Sua’s father. Smiling a little and you say “You need to take the seat first, so that she can be assured it is safe here.” 

“Sure” he replies. His voice is smooth and light, a contrast to his dark and manly features. 

He sits down on the bigger chair and pats on the smaller one, “come on Sua, com ‘ere.” 

Sua leaves your hand and wiggles towards her dad. She easily plops down on her seat. 

“Yuna, can you prepare the game room please?” You ask your assistant.

“Sure, Y/N” She says before closing the door as you get comfortable in your own chair. 

Sua regards you with her big, round doe eyes. She looks at you so intensely as if you have grown two horns in your head. 

You chuckle a bit, “Sua, don’t you like your new friend? Don’t you like me?” 

Sua stays silent. 

“Sua is very friendly. I am sure she will like Y/N very soon. Isn’t it, baby?” Sua’s father chimes in, squeezing one of her little hands with his bigger, rougher ones. 

You are so accustomed to your patients and their guardians to address you as “doctor”, that you had to take a moment after your name rolled out of Mr. Jung’s mouth. 

The change is welcomed anyway. 

You divert your eyes from Sua to him, only to find him smiling at you warmly. You mirror his smile. His smile is so damn gorgeous that you can’t help but feel contaminated with it. 

“Sua, what do you like to play the most?” you focus on Sua again.

“Mario kart” she replies briefly, staring down at her feet. 

“Okay. That's a great game. But what would you like to play outside? For example with your classmates during lunchtime?” You place your next question. 

“My classmates don’t play with me.” She was quick with her answer. 

Your smile drops instantly and you already start mapping out all the possible sources of the issues she is facing. 

Nodding to yourself in understanding, you proceed, “Okay, let’s not talk about games anymore. You tell me what you like more, oranges or mangoes?”

“Mangoes.” she replies. 

“Okay” standing up from your seat, you walk towards your table and call Yuna. She comes within a few seconds. 

You instruct her to take Sua to the game room and treat her to some delicious mango juice. Even though Sua hesitates for a bit, her father’s encouragement works really well. 

As soon as Sua leaves the room, you find yourself quite nervous under the intimidating gaze of Mr. Jung. 

This setting is nothing new. You have been into one-on-one conversations with your counselees’ parents for more times than you can count. But none of them were as young and attractive as Mr. Jung. 

You inhale a long breath before continuing, “so, Mr. Jung, since when did you start noticing these changes in Sua?” 

“Almost a month ago. I can’t pinpoint an exact date but she has gradually become very quiet over this last month. She used to be very chatty. She used to tell me every little thing in detail about her day, her friends, what she had for lunch, what colors she used in drawings and so on. Now-a-days her answers have become vague and insignificant.” Mr. Jung sighs.

“Hmm. and the nightmares?” you ask, scribbling on the ipad. 

“Around the same time. She woke up at 2 in the morning, ran to my room crying and breathing heavily. She didn’t tell me what it was about but kept on saying she was afraid. The same thing happened two more times.” He completes. 

“Umm. The next question might be a little personal but the information is required for future counsellings. I ask for your understanding.” you sit straight. He nods. 

“You said she came running to you when she had nightmares. Hence, I assume you were alone in the room. What about Sua’s mother?” 

“I am a single dad, Doctor. Sua’s mother and I were in a casual relationship when she conceived with Sua unexpectedly. Both of us were just starting our careers so it was tough for us to think of getting married. On the top of that we didn’t like each other enough to proceed with that option. So, we decided to co-parent. But…” he pauses, takes in a long breath and then continues, “she disappeared after giving birth. She left a note behind as an apology, saying that she is not ready to be a mother, asking me not to contact her anymore. My mother and sister helped me in raising Sua so beautifully. They are the only ones to become something close to a mother figure for her. That’s all.” 

You feel something warm flooding in your chest. You don’t know what it is, it can be respect, can be sympathy, can be even admiration for this man who you don’t even know properly. 

A genuine smile takes over your face as you mutter, “You have done a great job Mr. Jung. You have raised a beautiful daughter all by yourself. You have worked hard.” 

Mr, Jung’s dark eyes flood with some emotions you can’t quite name. He stares at you intensely, so much so that you feel he is reading you inside out. You can’t help but stare back at him. 

“Call me Hoseok. So that I can call you by your name too. Is that okay, Y/N?” his voice is deeper than earlier, his smile is lopsided, more like a smirk. 

You find yourself easily smiling along with him, something that has been quite tough for you to do for the past few months. 

“Sure. Hoseok.” Your reply comes out without any further thought.   

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[thursdaygxrls]

thin ice — three

part one | part two | part three

summary — the lightning bolts have made it to the semi-finals, and parties are the best way to celebrate. they’re also the best place to run into familiar faces.

pairing — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!journalist!reader

disclaimers — sadly, i don’t own peter parker and his yummy face

warnings — this isn’t your first rodeo: this shit is unedited, mentions of drinking/being drunk, possible ooc, reader is referred to as ‘kitty’ (finally gets explained in this part!)

Death was approaching, she could feel it. The sickening, deadly vibrations of the music thundered in her ears like a funeral march. Maybe if she’d grown a spine, she would have avoided this all.

“We’re not even inside yet.”

MJ’s voice broke her from the trance she was stuck in. The Lightning Bolts had made it into the semi-finals, meaning they were one of the last four teams standing. Delta Alpha Kappa, home of half the hockey team, decided to throw their (nearly) weekly rager in honor of that. So, of course, Harry invited MJ, and MJ forced her very unwilling roommate to come.

“Being near the door is scary enough.” Her voice squeaked. 

“I didn’t realize you hated parties this much,” MJ giggled, stuffing her hands into her jacket.

“There’s a difference between parties and frat parties,” she responded with a shudder, “You can probably get thirty-five different diseases from just walking inside.”

“I’ll nurse you back to health.” 

Before a retort could be made, they were already hopping up the steps to the front door. There were some people outside the house, littering the grass and porch. At the door was a guy with a grey snapback. He smiled at them as he opened the door, throwing out a ‘hey, ladies’ as he let them in. He was harmless and hadn’t done anything wrong, but she already felt herself getting faintly annoyed at his grin.

The inside of the house was to be expected. Dull neon lights streaking the walls from the Five Below LED machines, unintelligently music rippling through the air and vibrating the floors, the hazy smell of weed that hung heavier the further you moved into the house. There was an open room people were dancing in on the left, a kitchen on the right, and stairs ahead of them. 

“We don’t have to stay here all night, right?” She pleaded with MJ, her voice somewhat lost in the loud music.

“Of course not,” MJ shook her head, “An hour—two tops.”

“And you’re not leaving me,” she said, punctuating her words by grabbing ahold of MJ’s arm. A chuckle bubbled in the redhead’s throat as she returned the grip, though, with less fervor.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she shook her head.

Apparently, she would dream of it, because within a half an hour, MJ was swept away by Harry. It wasn’t MJ’s intention to leave, nor was it Harry’s to strand Kitty—he’d hoisted her over his shoulder and was gone within seconds. MJ had sent her an apology text minutes later, saying they were playing beer pong out on the patio. Part of her wanted to join them so that she wasn’t so alone in an unfamiliar place, but then a couch had just opened up in a deserted corner of the living room. She replied with ‘all good :).’ Things were very much not all good.

The settings of her phone had become extremely interesting. She’d increased and decreased the size of the text on her screen multiple times. Changed her wallpaper. Played with the magnifier. Ran out of lives on Project Makeover. Changed her wallpaper again. The obnoxious music faded to the background of her mind as she tucked herself away. She should’ve just gone to the patio with MJ. A sigh escaped her as she caved, opening her texts.

“Are you stalking me?”

Her eyes shot up from her phone immediately. Of course he was here. Hazel eyes, choppy brown hair, a nearly healed lip that was rosier than normal. His words echoed her own from the last time they’d spoken. She hadn’t had any need to speak to him, really: they’d given an overzealous freshman a shot at handling the sports section, so she’d been taken off the duty for at least another week. 

“You came up to me,” she replied, “And you could still be stalking me for all I know.” Peter grinned, the same grin he’d given her when they met, and when he was being dragged to the penalty box, and when he’d swiped his card for her at the dining hall.

“Not stalking.” He raised his hands in defense, showing off the red solo cup in his grip. He was still smiling that stupid, toothy smile. 

“Then what are you doing here?” She raised her brow.

“Well, uh,” he chuckled, “Not to sound like a dick, but this party is sort of for me—for the team, really. We made semis.”

Hot embarrassment flooded her at the realization. She knew that already. Would it be worse to say that and admit she had actually been watching the game on her laptop late last week, or just pretend that she was a lot more dense than she already was?

“Oh,” she hummed, not quite doing either, “I see.”

“So, can I ask what you’re doing here?” Peter asked. He moved slightly, like he wanted to take a seat next to her on the couch but decided against it.

“Isn’t it obvious? I live here,” she replied, the sarcasm thick on her tongue. He seemed to like it because he let out another one of those throaty chuckles.

“Ah, yeah, should’ve figured,” he nodded. With his free hand, he scratched the scruff of hair above his left ear. Then, he spoke up again, “Mind if I sit?”

“A little,” she cringed internally at her own words. Though contradictory, she scooched a bit, asserting that maybe it would be okay if he sat. He took the invitation.

“Where’s MJ?” He cocked his head.

“Kidnapped by your lovely teammate.” “She just left you alone?”

“It’s not her fault—she apologized and told me where he was holding her captive, but…well, the couch opened up,” she shrugged. Another deep laugh.

“That’s pretty sound logic,” he nodded. The last time they’d been this close, she was interviewing him. Well, she was trying to interview him while he flirted incessantly. Peter held his cup between his knees, taking slow sips every once and a while. 

“Do you live here?” She turned to fully face him, “Are you one of those frat guys?”

“I thought about it, but I just didn’t have enough time,” he shook his head, “I’m actually in an on-campus apartment. I have my own bathroom, so, hey, I’m winning, I guess.” For perhaps the first time, a light laugh was drawn from her lips. It wasn’t necessarily real, more like a confirmation that she heard him, but it was enough to make Peter’s lips twitch into another grin.

“What about you, Kitty?”

And there it was. He had to ruin it. 

“What’s your obsession with trying to call me that?” She grumbled.

“You said your friends call you that,” he replied, acting so nonchalant that it took all her strength not to roll her eyes.

“We’re not friends,” she corrected him quickly. His face fell for only a minute before he was already picking his lips up into another grin.

“Can’t we be?” He asked. His words were so sincere, like he was actually searching for friendship behind her eyes. Maybe he was being sincere. She shifted in her spot.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know I probably came off sort of strong before, inviting you to the game and everything, but you came, so I sort of thought…” he shrugged again, “We’re…friends? Of some sort?”

Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong. She’d shown up. But it was because of MJ, because MJ wanted to go. Yeah, that was why.

“MJ wanted to see Harry,” she disputed.

“But you still came,” he pressed. She still came. A sigh left her.

“Okay, we’re, like, sort of friends,” she finally admitted, “But that doesn’t mean you just get to call me that name.”

“Well then what am I supposed to call you?” He questioned, and her eyebrows furrowed in response. A smile split on his lips, “You never actually introduced yourself to me, y’know.”

Another burst of molten embarrassment. She searched her mind, trying to remember if she’d ever told him her name, but she was drawing blanks. She’d been so pissed off during the interview that she never introduced herself. Her scalp burned.

“Y/n,” she swallowed her pride for a moment, “That’s what you can call me.”

“I sort of like Kitty better.” Now he was just pushing the limits.

“Well, it’s not for you to use,” her voice was sharp.

“Harry uses it.” “Harry is a dick that doesn’t listen to me when I tell him to stop calling me it.”

“MJ uses—”

“MJ uses it because she’s allowed to use it,” she interrupted, “Hearing other people use it is like hearing a stranger refer to you by your family nickname. It’s freaky.”

“Is there a reason for it? The nickname, I mean?” Peter, for as genuine as he was trying to be, couldn’t hide his grin. 

“A stupid one.” Why would she admit that?

“Can I hear it?” He pressed.

“You are just full of questions,” she huffed. Silence settled between them. Beats of unspoken words fell like snowflakes as the dull thump of the party shifted to the forefront. 

“It’s a stupid reason,” she repeated, breaking the seal. Peter looked at her again.

“Is it?” His voice was a little softer than before. 

“Yeah,” she sighed. Why was she giving in so easily?

“It’s because I always land on my feet somehow,” she began to explain, “Not literally. Like, back in high school, I’d have a test I forgot to study for, and I’d ace it somehow. Or when I used to do the professor spotlight for the paper, I would put it off until the last minute and bullshit a whole piece just to be told it’s one of the best things I’ve done. Stuff like that. MJ said I’m like a cat, but cuter, so she started calling me that freshman year.”

Like clockwork, Peter let out a huff of laughter. He looked at her, eyes sparkling with the new information and he curled his lips. She must’ve been getting some second-hand smoke, because her head seemed a little fuzzier than before.

“I thought it was going to be something traumatic,” he chuckled, “Like, you got stuck in a tree or something.”

“It’s just personal,” she rolled her eyes.

“So,” his laughter subsided, “I don’t have Kitty privileges?” “No,” she shook her head.

“Do you mean ‘no’ or ‘not yet’?” His smile was unbearable.

“I mean ‘no’.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Are you sure sure?” 

She was going to have to physically restrain herself. Instead of arguing, she shuffled in her seat, “I think I’m gonna go see if MJ is still—”

“Hey,” he said softly. His hand landed on her arm in a featherlight touch that had her nerve ending lighting up. Her eyes met his. The softness that consumed the hazel caused her to still. 

“Before you go,” his tone was more subdued now, “Can I possibly have your number?”

The question caught her off guard. If she hadn’t already stopped moving, she would’ve come to a screeching halt. Perhaps what confused her the most was that her instinctual response was to say yes, to reach for her phone and let him make a new contact. 

“I promise I won’t set your name as ‘Kitty’,” he added, “Scout’s honor.” “Were you a boy scout?” She cocked her head.

“Nope,” he replied with that same giddy grin that melted her resolve. Another sigh escaped her as she grabbed her phone. He waited patiently as she created a new contact and handed over the phone. His fingers darted across the screen before taking a picture of himself. Well, more like a picture of his eyes and nose way too close to the camera. He gave the phone back, seemingly proud of himself. The picture was set, and the name he’d chosen for himself was ‘peter :)’. He also sent himself a text so he would have her number.

“I’ll let you go now,” he grinned, “Have fun watching drunks play pong.” She nodded and nearly stood, but was planted back to her seat in a moment.

“How did you know where I was going?” Her eyebrows creased. Peter’s smile fell slightly as his eyes widened.

“Oh,” he coughed, “Well, I bumped into MJ earlier, so, y’know.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, “And I bet you didn’t ask her where I was, either.” He chuckled nervously and scratched the spot above his ear again.

“Nope,” he lied. She shook her head at his tone.

“Right,” she stood, “See you around, stalker.”

“Bye, Ki—Y/n,” he cut himself off, grinning proudly when he noticed his mistake. His smile had to be contagious, infectious, because her own lips began to curl in response.

It was surprisingly easy to find MJ. She didn’t know where the patio was, but luck was on her side tonight: after shoving through a dozen drunks, she found sliding glass doors. The fresh air felt like a cold shower as she stepped out. It was much less loud out here. Only the filtered thump of the music and the buzz of voices could be heard. That was until a light splash and a cacophony of deep yells filled her ears. When she cautiously approached the hoard of people surrounding the beer pong table, a pair of hands wrapped around her in death grip.

“I am so, so sorry!” MJ’s voice eased her nerves immediately, “I’m horrible! I’m the worst! I promised to stick by you, and I bailed! I—”

“Honey, it’s okay,” she let out a small laugh at her behavior. She should be angrier than she was, but she just couldn’t pull herself to get mad.

“I promise I will never ever force you to a party again, and I’ll never leave you,” MJ continued, “I’ll wait outside the shower for you!”

“That’s tempting, but you don’t have to.” Her voice seemed to somewhat quell MJ’s nerves, though the redhead was still on high alert. 

“Are you just acting okay but really you’re harboring a deep resentment for me that will slowly boil into hatred?” MJ scrunched her nose. She was definitely a few drinks in.

“I promise,” she said, and she actually meant it, “I do not hate you.” MJ sighed in relief as she finally let go of the girl in front of her. True to her word, she stuck by her the rest of the night. When they finally made their way back to the dorm—both tipsy—she finally checked her phone. There was a message from Peter; a screenshot of her contact info with the name set as ‘y/n :)’ and a text:

‘scout’s honor’

a/n — OKAY OKAY i know nothing humongous happened in this chap, but we’re getting there 🤭 you guys just wait until peter *redacted* and *redacted* so reader has to *redacted.* also, at the time of posting this, i hit 400!! love you guys so much, you're all my sweet little baby muffins

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[kissitbttr]

frat!mig playing against readers ex in a game 😋

“you sure you wanna do this, compá? last chance to back out” miguel smirks as he stands behind the pong table with beck by his side,

both men are staring down at your ex, todd. who seems to be agitated with the taunting that miguel and beck keep doing. although miguel cannot lie, he’s enjoying this and so is beck. because not only will he beat his ass in front of you, he’d get the chance to rub it in his face later,

“lose the cocky attitude o’hara. i will smoke your ass” todd replies, trying his best to look and be intimidating but all that attempts just fail to scare miguel one bit,

he knows he’s the shit,

“sure you will” miguel adjusts the snapback on his head, fist bumping with glen as both boys stand by and gearing up for the game. the crowd begins to circle around, letting out cheers and woos. most of them are only on miguel’s side.

your eyes keep switching between him and todd. but you put your focus on miguel. his jaw clenched and eyes set on the target. and that target is todd. you then drop your gaze down to miguel’s arms and hands, which are balled into fists.

“eyes off my girl, asshole!” miguel’s loud voice grabs your attention. then you look up to see todd quickly look away and back at miguel. he gulps, yet he tries not to let that bother him.

gloria leans to your side a bit, voicing a whisper onto your ear. “i have a feeling miguel is going to beat the crap out of him later… and i am not talking about the beer pong”

and somehow that seems to turn you on. you catch miguel’s stare and blush when he winks at you,

“i’m counting on it”

[callmelola111]

guilty conscience ☆ part two

 ← part 1 ⭑ part 3 , part 4 , part 5 →

synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

      |✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 2.1k

      |✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, some swearing, a hint of sexual themes, cat

a/n: this was so fun to write. i love causing drama <3. apologies in advance for how angsty it’s gonna get but i promise it will all be worth in the end !!

Through the weekend you and your new roommate Ellie went to some campus events to kickoff the new semester and got to know each other better. You guys bonded over music and had even made each other playlists. It was sweet. Time flew when you were around her, and suddenly, it was Monday, and the first week of classes.

You woke up extra early that morning. Ellie was still fast asleep in her bed so you had to get ready in the dark, but you didn’t mind, she looked so pretty lying there. You finished getting ready and loaded up your green canvas backpack. As you reached for your keys about to head for the door, a groggy voice piped up.

“Not gonna say bye to your favorite roommate?”

“Ellie, you're awake! Good morning, happy Monday!!” you replied, a little too chipper for Ellie’s liking

“Damn, up at 8am and wishing me a ‘happy’ Monday? You’re crazy.” she teased. You giggled a little but then glanced at your phone to see the time and the giggles halted. 

“Listen I’d love to stay and chat but my class is in 10 minutes and I don’t even know where the building is…” You gave a slow, sarcastic laugh and opened the door to the hallway.

“Have a good day at class- if you actually make it” she threw her head back with a chuckle. 

“Ellsss, seriously? Stoppp.” you drug out your words with a whine. That's when Ellie’s eyes got wide and your face got red, realizing what you had just called her.

“Nicknames already?” A cocky smile spread across her face. She loved seeing you get all flustered. You were cute, almost in a pitiful way. 

“I- Ellie- I meant Ellie. Jeez, I’m sorry.” Your eyes locked to the floor, avoiding whatever face she might’ve been making in reaction to your stupid slip up. A string of “no’s” from Ellie quickly follows your apology. You looked up to meet her gaze 

“Call me Els, it’s cute, you’re cute. But you’re the only one who can. Got it?” she winked playfully. The red that filled your cheeks from embarrassment became even redder with Ellie’s shameless flirting. Was she like this with all her friends? You wished to stay home all day and weigh out the possibilities but there was no time to think now. 

“Okay, well uh, see you later Els.” You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear knowing how she felt about the name. 

“See ya hun.” And with that, you were off to class,  a skip in your step. You had made it just in time. You surveyed the rows of seats looking for an open spot to grab. You notice one next to a girl with short black hair, covered in sick tattoos. She looked like just the type of person you’d wanna be friends with so you made your way across the room to her. 

“Hey, is anyone sitting here?” you inquired. The girl looked you dead in the face, grabbed her backpack from the floor, and shoved it into the empty seat.

“Yeah. My backpack.” she replied with a straight face followed by a middle finger. You stood there, mouth open in shock. Like, what the fuck did you do? You were about to snapback until a voice coming from behind retaliated first. 

“I thought mean girls were just a highschool thing? Guess not. Hey, newsflash!! We’re in college now, so maybe you should stop being a cunt and grow the fuck up. Yeah?” Your jaw dropped even further this time. The pathetic excuse for a bully sunk into her chair, head down, knowing she just got ate the fuck up. Your new savior switched her gaze back to you.

“Hi I’m Dina! Maybe you’d wanna sit with me instead?”

“Of course I’ll sit with you, that was totally badass, you’re like my hero! I’m y/n!” You climbed over the row of seats and plopped down next to her. Before you knew it, class was over and you were exchanging numbers with your new friend. You hardly even remember what the professor was saying in class, as you were too busy whispering back and forth with Dina.

The evening rolls around and you finally head back to your dorm. You couldn’t wait to tell Ellie about the insane day you just had. You stepped out of the elevator onto the 4th floor and the sounds of music bellowed down the hall. It became louder the closer you got to your room. Once you reached your door, you realized it was Ellie. You walked inside to see her sitting with a sage green electric guitar propped up on her right knee. She slid her hand down the neck of the guitar, veins popping as she switched her fingerings to play a new chord. You could’ve watched her all day if she hadn't noticed your stare and stopped playing.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” It’s like she knew how desperate you are for her. Of course you get red in the face and fumble for a rebuttal just as cocky as hers.

“You calling me pretty Els? How cute.” Your tone is laced in sarcasm and your eyes do a dramatic roll. 

Ellie was quick with it, “Yeah y/n, I am. You got a problem?” She was staring you down with persistence. The eye contact was getting intense, but you were too enamored to answer her question, despite it being a simple “no”. 

All you could spit out was, “uh, I gotta pee.” 

“Okay weirdo thanks for letting the audience know” she replied laughing, obviously mocking your odd public statement. That was your queue to quickly retreat to the bathroom. You pulled down your pants to reveal the obvious wet spot. It was getting embarrassing how aroused this girl could make you without even doing a thing. Luckily you actually had to pee because Ellie was right outside the door and could hear everything. And of course, she had to let you know. 

Mid-doing your business, she yells through the door, “damn girl, you really did have to piss.” Your palm hits your face like muscle memory. She was so stupid. 

You walk out of the bathroom and wash your hands while vocalizing your annoyance to Ellie. She turned the corners of her mouth downwards making the cheesiest frown ever. 

“Soooo how was your first day?” she asked, dragging out the “o” to fill the lull in conversation. 

You turned to her, brows furrowed, and replied “Good and bad.” Ellie’s curious, wide-eyed look turned sincere as soon as you said the word bad. 

“Bad? Already? Tell me about it. Are you okay?” She seemed genuine in her response so you spilled about the mean girl you had met in your class earlier this morning. She sat in silence, hanging onto every word you said. She wanted you to know she was listening and that she cared. 

“I’m so sorry y/n, that girl sounds like a total bitch. You did nothing to deserve that kind of treatment. You want me to go give her a piece of my mind?” 

You laughed, but you knew she meant it, “that’s okay, someone already did. That was the good part.” 

“Oh, who?” Ellie’s demeanor shifted, like her chivalry was being threatened. 

“This cool ass girl in my class, Dina.” The corners of your mouth upturned just saying her name. Ellie’s face remained neutral and you couldn't tell what she was thinking.

“When she overheard that girl being rude she totally whipped her head around and told her off. She even called her a cunt. It was so awesome.” you continued, eye’s beaming.

“Then she let me sit with her and we talked literally the whole class. Afterwards, she gave me her number so we could make plans! Totally worth being bullied by a random stranger.” You were so consumed by telling your story that you didn’t notice Ellie’s face completely drop. She almost looked pissed off. When you realized, your face dropped right with hers.

“You alright?” you questioned, not understanding what happened. Little did you know, your story stomped all over Ellie’s ego. She was envious of the way Dina seemed to make you feel.

“Oh yeah, everything's fine over here” she retorted with a hint of sarcasm that felt too minuscule to acknowledge aloud.

“So then, how was your day?” you said, moving on from whatever that was.

“Mine was good. I met someone too.” 

“How cool! We both made friends on the first day-”

Ellie was fast to answer, “Oh no, she’s not a friend.” Your puzzled look urged her to continue.

“She actually hit on me, so I gave her my number. She was sooo damn fine too.” All that followed was silence. Jealousy consumed you, just like Ellie wanted. 

“What's that? Cat got your tongue?” Ellie scoffed and then flashed you a twisted smile. Your feelings were hurt, you’d never seen her act this way before. Even behind her usual sarcastic remarks you knew she was genuine. This time you weren’t so sure. For lack of an appropriate response and the silence continuing to drag you tried to change the subject. 

“SHE? You’re gay?!” you exclaimed, pretending to act surprised, but failing.

“Thought that was kinda obvious kid…” Kid????? Who did Ellie think she was? You were so over this conversation, but she kept on going.

“Anyways, do you think I should go for it?” she sat there smirking, waiting for your response. 5 minutes ago you might’ve told her no because you wanted her for yourself, but after this show of character, you just let her have it.

“Sure, I bet she thinks you’re ‘soooo fine’ too.” you said, completely monotone and pissed off. Part of Ellie felt disappointed you didn’t fight for her, but she realized she had no right to feel like that. She was the one playing games with your feelings, not the other way around. In an attempt to save the conversation she decided to bring up her gig.

“Hey, by the way, if you liked my guitar playing, you should totally come to my band's show this weekend.”

“Wouldn't you rather bring your girlfriend?” you remarked. Ellie felt ashamed for triggering this side of you. Everything she said was true, but she could've just kept it to herself. Ellie had hurt you on purpose, and all out of spite.

“I really want you there y/n. It’s important.” she answered, trying to recover. There was a softening in your eyes.

“Fine, I’ll be there.”

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The week rolled by quickly and the usual flirty banter had died down ever since that conversation. You were too busy with school to stay angry at Ellie, but too proud to try and win her back. 

Soon, it was Saturday, the night of Ellie’s show. You sat in front of the mirror ridiculing the makeup you had just applied before she interrupted.

“You better put some pep in your step little lady. We’ve gotta go.” You broke eye contact with yourself to look up at her.

“I promise you look fine, don’t worry.” Ellie reassured, already knowing what you were thinking. You loved how she could read your mind. 

Soon, Ellie, her band, and you, all arrived at the venue. You found a spot in the back to sit and wait as they set up to perform. Everything is fine, until out of the corner of your eye, you see devil incarnate hanging around the bar. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You quickly whipped out your phone to text Dina about your rotten luck.

After letting her know you looked up to see Ellie walking towards you. Perfect timing.

“Ellie, oh my god, oh my god” you said, antsy to tell her the news.

She met your energy, “What?? Tell me!!” 

“Guess who’s here.” you coaxed. 

“Idk who?”

“It’s that girl who-” 

Before you could finish, “that girl” was now part of your conversation.

“Ellliieeeee!!” she squealed, flying into her arms. (WHAT THE FUCK?!) They both turned to face you and Ellie could tell something was up. Your eye was practically twitching.

“Y/n, this is Cat. She’s my uh-”, Ellie proceeded with caution, “she’s the girl I was telling you about.” You were riddled with disbelief.

Cat interjected, “don’t be coy Els, we’re practically dating.” and then shot you a conniving smile. It was like a huge slap to the face. In fact, it was more like getting kicked in the stomach a couple times. You were winded just standing there. As you searched for the right words to say, your eyes began to well up with tears.

Ellie immediately noticed, “did something happen y/n? You were just fine?”

“Actually, you know what ‘Els’?”, emphasizing the nickname and the promise that came with it, “I was just leaving.” As those last words escaped your mouth, tears began to stream down your face. Feeling absolutely humiliated, you stormed out of the venue, not looking back once. This is the last time Ellie will make you feel inferior.

← masterlist ⭑ part 3 →

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A/N: I finished this sweet little one shot I found in my drafts. ❤️

Wayne Munson stared at his nephew's hospital bed. He never really felt his age, not around his nephew. Eddie always somehow managed to bring out the rambunctious side that once belonged to his youth. He was quick to his snapbacks and wasn't afraid to wrestle with him a time or too. Sitting in this chair, however, Wayne felt every bit his age and then some. It was times like these with Eddie that made him feel old, and it was worse now.

"You better not leave me alone, boy," Wayne whispered gruffly.

"Wayne?"

He looked over his shoulder, and his heart leaped at the sight of the woman he once loved walking through the door of the hospital room. Shit, maybe he still loved her. Her smile, though tentative, was still sweeter than pumpkin pie. Wayne loved pumpkin pie. Claudia was still as beautiful as the day he met her. He wondered if she was still a Henderson or if she finally divorced that no good husband of hers. When he met her, she was still Claudia Jackson, the sweetest girl in all of Hawkins. She wasn't afraid of giving away her heart more than once to anyone who she felt deserved it, and she wasn't afraid of befriending anyone, even if it might cause her grief. Although there were risks in that, she wasn't afraid of taking those either.

"Hey, punkin," Wayne said, giving her a crooked grin.

"Wayne," Claudia said, and he was pleased to see that he could still make her blush so prettily.

"When did you get back to Hawkins?" He asked.

"Quite a few years ago," Claudia said, looking at her feet in shame. "I would have contacted you, but to be honest, I was afraid."

"I was never upset with you for choosing him, Claudia. He was sick, what were you supposed to do? You loved him too," Wayne said. "Just disappointed in the situation, is all."

"I know," she said softly.

"How is Walt?" Wayne asked.

"Gone. Left before we moved back to Hawkins," Claudia said.

"We?" Wayne asked.

"I have a son. Dustin. Your boy took him under his wing this year," Claudia said. "I'm very grateful to him."

"He's a good boy," Wayne sniffled. "School's always been hard for him. It's going to be even harder for him now that they think he's a murder. They cleared him, but you know how it is. The public's opinion has always been the hardest to clear."

Claudia moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I never believed it for a second," Claudia replied.

"What if he doesn't wake up?" Wayne sobbed, and he collapsed in Claudia's arms.

And it was like the past twenty years hadn't happened. She was here and holding him tightly. It was like time hadn't passed at all. He spent most of his energy crying in her arms, and he's not sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he was reclining back in the hospital chair with a blanket draped over him. Claudia walked back in a few moments later. He thought he had dreamed her up there for a second. She was wearing nurses' scrubs. Shit, maybe he was still dreaming.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, old man," she said teasingly. "I work here as a nurse."

"How did you -?"

"Twenty years is a long time, but I like to think that I still know you," Claudia said softly.

"You were always good at taking care of other people," he replied.

"So were you, always taking care of that brother of yours and Elizabeth," Claudia and started pushing Eddie's hair back. "I hear a lot of people say that he looks a lot like his daddy, but I see a lot of Elizabeth in him too. I always thought so since he was a baby. I always liked Elizabeth. I was sad to hear that she passed. I would have come then, but Dusty was a sick baby, and I'm not sure what stopped me after."

"You're here now," Wayne said softly. "Please, don't leave again, punkin. I know it's been twenty years, but I never stopped loving you. Choose me this time. I ain't asking for much, just whatever you can give me. I know I can't give you a whole lot. . ."

"Nothing can keep me away from you, Wayne Munson," Claudia said. "Not ever again."

"Not even cats?" Wayne asked.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she teased.

Wayne chuckled and took her hand, pressing a hard but loving kiss to it.

"You know anything about the Harrington boy that's been patrolling the halls?" He asked.

"Oh, that's Steve. He's as good as my son, too, as well as Sue and Charles Sinclair's son. His parents, well, they're about as reliable as Al," Claudia said. "He's a good boy, and he's been a good older brother to Dusty. To all the kids."

"There's something in his eyes, though," Wayne said, his eyes wandering over to Eddie. "I'm not sure if I should say."

"Sometimes, things don't need to be said for someone to understand," Claudia said, her eyes twinkling delightfully. "I hope it all works out for them."

"Me too," Wayne said softly.

It was during that moment when Claudia and Wayne were staring fondly into each other's eyes that Eddie awoke.

"Either you're a really good nurse, or you really are going to be my new auntie," Eddie croaked.

Wayne had never been happier to give him a slap on the head than he was in that moment. His boy was awake, his loud mouth a strong indicator of more good things to come.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hii!! Can I request something based of a scene from season 3 of obx? So basically JJ and reader have been dating for a while and reader finally tells him that she loves him and he replies with ‘thanks’ because he doesn’t know how to act with being loved and reader feels hurt and leaves him alone. They ignore each other for a couple days but both feel bad and it ends with JJ telling reader that he loves her too ?? Hope this make sense 🥹

Request: Hii! Could I request a jj x fem reader with prompts 6 "don't push me away" and 8 "you can't love me". Basically a lot of angst that leads to fluff with jj not feeling like he deserves you.

I think these requests got sent when season 3 came out...I'm so sorry anons

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Late night cuddles were part of your and JJ’s night routine. It didn’t matter if you were outside in the hammock, the pull-out or in Big John’s old bedroom, he needed those cuddles to fall asleep. 

 Fingers entwined in his tousled hair, you playfully twirled a few strands around your fingers as his head rested on your chest. ‘’How do you fall asleep when I’m not here?’’ you mused softly, curiosity tinging your voice.

JJ's eyelids gently fluttered closed, his face painted with contentment as your touch traced soothing patterns. ‘’I smoke,’’ he explained, a sigh of relaxation accompanying his words as if the mere thought of your touch had already begun to lull him into a serene state. ‘’It takes me out like a light.’’ 

It wasn’t true. Nights at the chateau were fine. Your scent lingered in the sheets and on the pillow — and on the shirt you always used to sleep in. On nights where JJ had to go home — home with his father —, these nights were not so great. JJ would lay in his bed and, depending if his father had too much to drink or not, he would get a few hours of sleep or wipe the blood from wherever his fist had landed.

A comfortable silence fell in the room, joined by the occasional singing of crickets outside the window. You found them annoying at first, but you were used to it by now. It was part of the ‘sleeping over at the chateau’ experience. 

Along with the blinding morning sun. 

‘’We should go to the beach tomorrow, catch some waves.’’

JJ hummed. ‘’My board is still at my dad’s though…’’ 

‘’We could pick it up after he goes to work? He works on Wednesdays, right?’’ 

‘’Yeah,’’ he replied, snuggling deeper into your chest as sleep began to claim him. ‘’Let’s do that.’’ 

‘’JJ?’’ He hummed again. ‘’I love you.’’

You felt him stiffen on your chest as the three words left your lips, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

‘’Eh...thanks.’’

When JJ fell into a deep sleep, you gently slipped from under him and searched for your pants and shoes. You felt bad for leaving in the middle of the night, but you couldn't wake by his side after he hurt your feelings so deeply. You weren't mad at him for not saying ‘I love you’ back. You understood if he wasn’t ready to say it back, everyone had their own pace, but his response had left a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

It was no news for anyone that JJ was an idiot and he had the tendency of blurting out something dumb when his brain goes into panic, which was probably what happened when you said the three big words. That’s why he always plays clown when things get emotional. 

Guilt filled his guts when he woke up alone in the morning. 

Truth was, JJ didn’t know how to act with being loved. No one ever told him they loved him before. No one ever made him feel like he was worthy of being loved. So he didn’t know how to react to someone telling him they love him…even when the person was the most important in his life. 

A few days later, you were walking down a street when you saw John B. and JJ coming out of the gas station. His blond hair was pushed back under a snapback, just the way you loved. He laughed at something John B. said, then his eyes crossed yours across the street. JJ completely froze. 

Your feet walked before you made the decision and you crossed the street. John B. saw you coming and eclipsed himself, going inside the store to pay for the gas, leaving you and JJ to talk. The latter tried to offer to go instead, but John B. didn’t let him. 

‘’What’s up?’’ 

‘’Really, JJ? We haven’t spoken to each other in five days, that’s all you have to say?’’ 

He looked toward the store and shrugged. 

‘’We have to talk about the other night,’’ you said, bringing up exactly what he didn’t want to talk about.

The words hung in the air for a few seconds until JJ said something. 

‘’I have no idea what you’re talking about. Like you said, it’s been five days since we saw each other.’’ 

You should have known he would play fool, but it won’t get him out of this conversation.

‘’JJ,’’ you said sternly. ‘’I know you hate talking about feelings, but we have—’’ 

‘’You can’t love me,’’ he interrupted, his voice laced with self-doubt, and his eyes filled with disbelief. ‘’I’m just some loser. I don’t deserve you or your love.’’ 

His words hurt like a knife to your heart. 

‘’Don’t say that.’’ You shook your head, reaching for him, but he stepped back. ‘’You’re not a loser, JJ. Whoever said that clearly doesn’t know you. I know you, the real you, and I love you.’’ 

‘’I don’t want you to love me.’’ 

It was at this moment John B. chose to return, forcing your and JJ’s conversation to end. You wanted to glare at the brunet, but your back was to him. Couldn’t he have stayed longer inside the store? 

‘’John B. is back. I’m gonna go.’’ JJ nodded at the twinkie, impatient to get in and drive off. 

You grabbed his arm with pleading eyes. ‘’Don't push me away.’’

‘’We really gotta go.’’ 

‘’JJ!’’

After that encounter, you decided to not go to the chateau for a while. It was more his home than yours, so you didn’t want to be in his space. If he didn’t want to talk to you, fine. No, it wasn’t fine, but what else was there to do? 

Sarah and Kiara were sad to not have you around for cookouts and boat days. They invited you for Pope’s birthday ‘party’, but you saw JJ smiling and having fun in John B.’s backyard and went back home.  

It wasn’t until the annual end of summer bonfire that you saw him again. He was talking with Kiara and Pope, probably telling them some dumb story by the way Kiara was shaking her head in disbelief. Now that you weren’t there, she was the one who had to deal with him. 

A little later into the night, you went to get a refill and bumped into JJ at the kegger. He kindly offered to fill your cup, then asked to talk to you. You followed him down the beach where the waves were crashing on the rocks, the music and voices from the party-ers fading into white noise. 

‘’I want to say I’m sorry. For pushing you away and for being a jerk to you.’’ He kicked his foot in the sand, a fidgeting habit when he’s nervous. ‘’No one ever told me they loved me before and I just— I flipped. You know how I be.’’

You hummed. No one knows him like you do. 

‘’I wasn’t mad because you didn’t say it back.’’

‘’No?’’ JJ raised his eyes to you. 

You shook your head. ‘’I could never be mad at you for that.’’ 

‘’Then why did you leave?’’  

‘’No one says ‘thanks’ after you tell them you love them!’’ 

‘’What was I supposed to say?’’

Truthfully, you didn’t know. 

A more serious expression settled on JJ’s face as he reached for your hand. ‘’I can see how that didn't land right. I’m sorry,’’ he said again. ‘’I'm a fucking idiot for not saying it back.’’

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[oizysian]

VIII. SHE’S MARRIED, IDIOT

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 1.6k

•

"Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty."

I smacked the finger that was poking at my cheek and opened my eyes, a smiling Brie staring down at me. She was sitting on top of me and Lizzie was still sleeping soundly beside me.

She poked at my face again and I whined, shaking my head to get her hand away from me.

"I'm up, I'm up. Lemme just rest my eyes for a second."

"No." She bounced on top of me, shaking the whole bed and disturbing both me and Lizzie. "Your flight is in a few hours. You gotta get up."

"I told you, I'm up." I pushed her off me and she rolled onto the bed, giggling deviously as she moved away from us.

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking down at Lizzie who was now half awake next to me.

"Lizzie, we gotta get up. Brie won't let us sleep in any more."

"She doesn't have to get up, you do."

I groaned and threw my arm over my eyes. I hated the fact that I had to go, but I did. Brie and Lizzie had to get back to their normal lives and I had to get back to streaming.

"Why does she have to get up?" Lizzie asked sleepily, and I looked over at her, watching her rub the sleep from her eyes.

"I'm leaving soon." I said somewhat sadly.

"Oh." She replied, just as gloomy as I was.

"C'mon," Brie said, tossing a rolled up napkin at me. "You still gotta pack and get your hoodie from your girlfriend."

"I wouldn't have to pack if you guys didn't go through my stuff and leave a huge mess."

"Sorry." Lizzie said bashfully and I smiled at her.

"It's not your fault. I know it was all Brie's idea. Besides, you look better as Commander Shepard than I do."

"Commander Shepard?" She questioned, looking down at the N7 on her chest.

"She's from a game. Mass Effect. One of my favorites."

She tried to discreetly snuggle deeper into the hoodie as I got up from the bed, stretching as I tried to shake the sleep from my person.

"What time is your flight?" Lizzie asked and I thought for a moment before responding.

"Twelve, I think. Or Twelve-thirty."

"Either way, it's in about three hours."

I groaned again and started picking up my clothes from the floor, stuffing them back into my suitcase haphazardly. I was exhausted and upset that I had to leave. And I didn't know how Brie managed to be awake and alert after everything we did last night.

"Are you coming with us to the airport, Lizzie or are you gonna leave before we do?"

"I'm coming, of course!" She said, almost offended.

I looked at her over my shoulder and I couldn't help but admire her with her bed head and sleepy eyes. She was beautiful.

"I really appreciate you guys coming with me. Traveling alone is still kinda nerve wracking."

"Of course, Y/N." Lizzie said, standing from the bed. "What kind of friends would we be if we didn't?"

"Shitty ones." Brie cut in and I laughed.

"You're right. Shitty ones."

"So, as your bestest best friends, we will take you all the way to the airport."

I turned around and smiled at Lizzie, finally finishing my packing and zipping up my bag.

"You're gonna need a disguise. Brie already has one."

"Oh. Oh, yeah."

I picked my SnapBack up off the nightstand and leaned over the bed, plopping it onto her head.

"There ya go. You'll be undetectable."

"But, what happens when I have to give it back?"

"We run." Brie said and I nodded.

"And we hope that nobody is paying attention."

Brie grabbed her hat and put it on, then took her sunglasses and clipped them to the collar of her shirt.

"I can let you borrow my glasses once Y/N takes back her hat."

"Thanks, Brie. I appreciate it."

I smiled to myself, happy to see the two of them getting along. If anything came out of this trip, it was their newly blossoming friendship.

"Alright, let's clean up and get ready to roll."

•

I dragged my suitcase behind me as Brie led us towards the airport, Lizzie trailing close behind me. She was still wearing my hoodie and hat, and so far, nobody noticed us. Thankfully, I was still a nobody, so even though I didn't have my hat, I was still able to blend in.

"Alright ladies, we're here."

Brie stopped in front of the doors and Lizzie and I followed suit. I looked from Lizzie to Brie before Brie walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly. I was taken aback by the suddenness of it, but within a second I was hugging her back, squeezing her tight.

"I'm gonna miss you, kid. Come back soon, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

She pulled away from me and smiled, backing away and letting Lizzie approach me.

The other blonde stared at me for a moment before hugging me also, squeezing me even tighter than Brie did.

"I'll see you soon. I'll be in New York soon for the Hattie Harmony book tour."

"I'll definitely have to come and get a book signed."

She pulled away from me and smacked my shoulder lightly, removing my hat from her head and putting it back on my own; backwards, just like I wear it.

She started taking off the hoodie and I stopped her.

"Keep it for now. It'll give us an excuse to hang out again even after your book tour."

She smiled and nodded at me, hugging me once more before standing next to Brie.

"Bye, guys." I said sadly. "I'll text you when I land." I directed that comment to Brie.

"And me!" Lizzie butt in and I nodded.

"Absolutely, Miss Olsen. I'll text you both."

With a final smile, I turned around, dragging my bag along behind me as I entered the airport. My vacation was over and it was time to go back to reality.

•

"I'm sorry I was gone so long guys, but I'm back!" I said to my chat as I started up my stream. It had only been a few days, but it felt like a lifetime.

The messages were out of control, pouring in so fast I couldn't even keep up with them.

u met lizzie !!

Is she fruity irl?

omg y/n you actually met Elizabeth

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

Okay, so most of the comments were about me meeting Lizzie, which was expected. Some of the usual trolls started busting my balls about it, but overall the reaction was good. My community was filled with generally good people, so most of my viewers were just excited to have seen me with the woman I was absolutely in love with.

The first stream back went well. It was about five hours long and I noticed that even Brie stopped by to chat for a little bit, which was a nice surprise.

When it ended, I checked my phone because I had been ignoring it the whole time, and I was surprised, yet again, by the fact that Lizzie messaged me saying she saw some of my stream. Wait. She saw some of my stream?!

Oh god, what embarrassing things had she seen? Did she see how much my chat brought her up because of those pictures? Did she read the things they said?

Oh wow, so what'd you think?

I responded cooly, and within a second she was replying.

I think you're really funny. You had been so shy when we hung out, I didn't really get to see your sense of humor.

I got nervous 😅

Why, silly?

'Cos I was hanging out with Elizabeth Olsen and Brie Larson! That's crazy on the nerves haha

Psh. Next time we hang out I wanna hear some of those goofy jokes I know you've got hidden inside you.

We'll see if I can manage to pull them out for you

We spoke for a little while longer before I decided to call it a day and take a nap. Streaming always left me exhausted, and as much as I wanted to talk to her, I knew she had better things to do than to text me.

I still couldn't believe she had watched my stream. I just hoped that I hadn't been too dorky when she tuned in. Then again, it's best that she saw me in my element. If she can stand me while I'm being a Twitch personality, she can probably deal with me normally.

As my eyes began to droop, my phone went off. I picked it up from next to my pillow and checked to see who messaged me. Brie.

Hope you didn't mind me passing along the link to your stream. She wanted to watch you

I don't mind. I can't believe she'd want to watch me tho

She likes you, idiot

She's married, idiot

Don't idiot me, loser. She likes you as a friend for sure, but I think she may have a little crush

That's just wishful thinking. Plus, I'm no homewrecker

At least, so far in my life I wasn't.

After briefly talking to Brie, I finally fell asleep, exhaustion from the past week finally catching up with me. Between work and hanging out with two celebrities, I was absolutely bushed.

Bzz bzz

My phone went off again early in the morning and I chose to ignore it.

Robbie and I will be in New York in two weeks to promote our new children's book! I hope to see you there!

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp @dorabledewdroop

[writerquil]

hi! i was wondering if you could write headcannons or a oneshot of falling asleep with noah in the same bed !!?!?!? fluff ofc and gn!reader (total drama)

Literal Sleeping with Noah Oneshot (FLUFF)

You'd be forced to sleep in Noah's bunk because there'd been an overestimated amount of contestants. You'd insisting laying on the floor to Chris far beforehand but there was no talking that man down.

You asked him anyway, borderline begging Chris to just sleep on the floor. In complete honesty, Noah half scared you, his witty comments were a slap straight to the face and he was shockingly quick with them too to a terrifying degree.

Once you were sitting at the campfire together, a few of the others were playfully teasing Noah so you decided to join in and quip an innocent joke. Noah must've been more offended by the teasing than you anticipated him to be and replied with; "At least my aunt isn't a home wrecker who tried to hook up with my dad and almost succeeded."

Everyone on the campfire casually laughed at the small joke and Noah went back absentmindedly to his book. The insult was probably meant to be a quick bite back, a random spiel regarding a ridiculous family situation to top the snapback with a hint of humour.

But that did actually happen to you. You were gobsmacked.

You never insulted him again.

And luckily for you, Noah heard the entire pleading session to Chris regarding the bunking situation and rolled his eyes as he passed.

"Yeah because I want to share my minuscule bed with you too." He snipped sarcastically.

"I didn't-!" You protested. "-It's not you! I just don't want to be squashed!"

"Well too bad you two!" Chris proclaimed. "You two are the most shipped contestants, imagine you both being in close proximity, picture my ratings!"

Most shipped contestants? Had you even interacted with Noah beyond a few challenges? Who knew? The shippers in the Total Drama fandom were bound to do what they want.

"I'd rather picture Duncan's ass than picture even a glimpse of your ratings." Noah quipped back.

"Hey!" Chris protested. "We don't pay the editing team enough to edit your constant cursing out Noah!"

Noah's expression fixed back into his regular deadpan, stalking over towards the cabin. You wanted to argue more with Chris and plead your case further but it was clear he wasn't intending on budging so you reluctantly trailed after Noah.

Nudging the cabins door open, you saw Noah already squashed up against the wall, reluctantly creating room for you. You considered internally sleeping on the floor anyway, but knowing Chris he'd probably get revenge one way or another if you didn't listen to him.

So hesitantly you joined him on the bunk, laying on the very edge of the bed, taking up as little space as you possibly could.

Noah sighed and for a few moments you were positive he was about to make another sarcastic remark but then the sigh was followed by hushed snores and slowed breathing.

He'd really fallen asleep that quickly?

You guessed that would make things easier for you to sleep yourself but just as you turned over suddenly cold hands clamped over your wrist and yanked you backwards.

Turning, you realized Noah was gripping you in his sleep, his head lolled forward drowsily knocking against your collarbone and he murmured something intelligible before falling into more snores.

You stared, unsure how to react at this point. For a few moments you attempted to untangle yourself but Noah's grip on your wrist was way too firm for somebody sleeping with zero arm strength and you were afraid that if you retreated now, if Noah's head stopped leaning on you, he'd wake.

So you settled, relaxing and staring up at the bunk above. Noah's fingers cooling the skin around your wrist.

Oh well. The fandom would have a field day off of this one.

[supercap2319]

“Hey, weird question I know, but uh… What base are you and your Peter on?” Y/N 1 asked.

Y/N was currently waiting for his boyfriend Peter to come back with food, along with his two other dimension selves as he waited with his own dimensional counterparts. YN 1 was the oldest of them. His Peter Parker looks like actor Tobey Maguire. Y/N 2 was the boyfriend of Peter 2, who bore a striking resemblance to Andrew Garfield.

He looks at Y/N 1 with a shocked look and a blush. “Excuse me?”

“What he means to say is… What base are you guys on?”

“B-base?” Y/N asked innocently. “Like baseball?”

“Sorta. But I mean things like y'know... Have you kissed? Held hands?… Gave him a hand or blowjob, that kind of thing.” Y/N 2 replied with a chuckle.

Y/N blushed hard. Talking about sex with his selves was kinda embarrassing. He shook his head no. “U-uh. “W-We've kissed and held hands but uh.. I haven't uh. Sucked his cock?” Was it a question or a statement? Sounded like a question.

“Ah, you'll get there. Don’t worry.” Y/N 1 said with a smirk. “You're as good looking as us. He’ll let you suck him, eventually.”

Y/N nods with a blush as Y/N 2 looks at him curiously. “Are you… Are you a virgin?”

It must have been plain as day on his face because Y/N felt his ears hot with embarrassment. He looked down in shame.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. No need to be embarrassed or shy around us.” Y/N 2 said.

“Yeah, we were in your position once, so we know exactly how you feel and aren’t going to make fun of you for it.” Y/N 1 told him.

“Really?”

“Of course. This is you you’re talking to, and if you want, we can help you set the mood.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“We can seduce our respective Peters into having sex with us. Getting your Peter the idea to try it out with you and go from there. And we can help guide you guys on what to do. Only if you want to, that is.” Y/N 2 said.

It was weird to consider. To have his first time in front of older versions of himself from other dimensions, while his boyfriend’s doppelgängers watched them as well. It was like having an orgy with yourself and your boyfriend while looking into a mirror. The thought of it made Y/N hard in his pants, which did not go unnoticed by his smirking doppelgängers.

“So… Is that a yes?” Y/N 1 smirks.

Y/N licks his lips. “Yeah, I’d like that. It’s not everyday you get instructions on how to have sex from yourself. And yourself.”

The other two Y/N’s smiled and chuckled. “Excellent. All I need is a snapback and an empty pizza box.” Y/N 1 said.

“And I need a lab coat and glasses.” Y/N 2 responded.

Y/N frowns at that. “What for?”

“A lure.” They laugh.

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Where Do Broken Hearts Go (18+)- Teaser

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst (For the teaser)

Warnings: it's just very angsty, an argument and a proposal (we will see about that) 

Word count: 730 (For the teaser)

Listened to: Where Do Broken Hearts Go by One Direction

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Disclaimers: Pictures are taken from Pinterest.

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Chapters:- 

Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

Teaser

“Sorry. I’m late.” Jungkook’s muffled voice rings behind your ear. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, or fear, that you didn’t even hear him entering the cabin. 

He heads towards the seat opposite of yours, without any further greetings, any kiss or even a hug… oh hell not even a single glance.

“As if it’s the first time.” you scoff. Jungkook chuckles nervously, removing his mask and snapback. 

“Let’s order something. Heard their soy sauce chicken is a hit-” 

“Y/N, I can’t stay for long. Can you make it quick?” Jungkook cuts off your words. His tone is so curt, so foreign that you doubt if it’s actually him underneath his skin or not. 

“Jungkook… What's wrong? Why are you making things so formal? For fuck’s sake it’s me. Your so-called girlfriend.” Your voice quivers but you scream nonetheless. 

“Y/N! Quit being dramatic and lower your voice. We are not at home.” Jungkook hisses, teeth gritting, eyes narrowing. 

“Home? You mean the apartment you left because your agency said it’s risky to share a space with your girlfriend of three years? The same place you refused to meet at because paparazzi are keeping tabs on you as you are rumored to be dating someone else?” you reply with the same ferocity. 

Jungkook closes his eyes and rubs his face with both of his palms. Taking a sharp inhale, he says, “Can you please tell me why we are here? I don’t think you booked this private cabin just so we can fight?”  

You roll your eyes, less in sarcasm, more in an attempt to make your tears disappear.

You sit straight as if being prepared for the sword that is going to pierce through your heart, “Jungkook, do you... do you love me?” 

Jungkook visibly stiffens. His eyes go wide as if someone has asked him to jump off of the building. You see him collecting himself and clearing his throat only to lie, “O-Of course I do. But suddenly why?” 

Even though you want to believe his words, you know those are as hollow as his eyes and maybe his heart as well. 

“Then..” you pause, reaching for your purse. Pulling out the pitch black velvet box, you look at him. Jungkook’s eyes are wide again, filled with horror and confusion. He probably knows what you are doing and he does not seem to be the least bit happy.  

You stand up from your seat and round the table to reach Jungkook, “don’t you think it’s the high time we get engaged? It’s been three years since we started dating, our families approve each other, and... and we have always wanted a future together.” You open the box for him to see, a tight-lipped smile lingers on your face only to punctuate your proposal.

Jungkook looks up at you with his big doe mystical eyes and then looks down on the ring you have spent a fortune on. Your heart hammers in your chest, but it is not the flattering kind. Your heart races in a fear that you know, yet don’t know, of yet. 

Jungkook’s face falls and he looks away from you. He plays with his fingers and avoids any kind of eye contact with you. You stand there like a doll made of steel, staring at him with the ring. 

“Y/N. This is not- I can’t. I mean, this is so sudden. I am at the peak of my career and I can’t think of getting engaged or married at this point of life. Why are you rushing everything like this?” Jungkook’s eyes are still trained on the table, not on you. 

“Because I am afraid, Jungkook. I am afraid you might leave me behind if I don’t try to hold onto you now.” you finally let your tears fall. You sob uncontrollably. 

Jungkook whips his head towards you and then stands up slowly. He holds you by your arms and opens his mouth to say something, “Y/N. I-”

“But I guess it’s too late now. You were long gone. You were gone far before the day you were seen with her. I should have understood Jungkook. I should have…” you run out of breath but still continue, “now please answer me honestly, you love her. Don’t you?”

Jungkook starts avoiding your eyes again. His grip on your arms loosens and you somehow know the answer already.

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Irresistible

Summary: It is finals week and boyfriend/fratboy!harry helps you study, but ends up being more of a distraction than he is a help.

Requested: nope but always open!

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): smutttt

You Harry

Y/N

harry

Wyd

you know i'm studying

Wanna come over

im studying

i have to get at least a 68 to pass a&p and i do not wanna retake this class its literally hell

Oh 68 that's nothing

harry this stuff is so hard ive never studied so much and knew so little

its cumulative too

Come over and I'll help you study

i dont believe you. we never end up studying when we try...

Baby I wanna help you. I haven't seen you in so long I feel like you're killing yourself over these finals

i have to

Let me help you then

Studying with someone else helps you remember things easier

you promise you'll help me and not distract me?

I can try

ughhh ok i'm omw

You sighed to yourself, knowing that this probably was the worst decision you could make at the moment. But you missed him. Since finals week was coming up, you have been slaving away in your dorm, trying to ingest as much material as you could so you would pass your tests.

You didn't even bother to change your clothes. You packed your bag, slipped on your shoes, and were out the door in a span of 10 minutes. Once arriving at the frat house, you texted your boyfriend to let him know that you were there. He greeted you at the door, unlocking it and letting you in. He wore a uni shirt and grey sweatpants. He also had his favorite snapback, the black one he wore constantly, sat backward on his head. His curls were peeking out from under it, making butterflies swarm in your tummy.

"Hi pretty girl," he grinned at you, knowing you loved when he called you that.

"Hi," you smiled, hugging him.

You followed him up to his room, closing the door behind you. Luckily his roommate had class for a couple of hours and wouldn't be home for a while, leaving you plenty of time to study with no distractions (hopefully).

"I missed you," he hummed as he sat on the edge of his bed with open arms, urging you to greet him.

You set your bag on the floor and slipped off your shoes, stepping in between his legs. You pressed a sweet kiss to his pink lips before wrapping your arms around him while he wrapped his around yours. You melted into his arms, letting him hold you for a moment, "I missed you too."

You laid your chin against the top of his head, the fabric from his hat slightly scratching your skin, "I'm so tired of studying. I literally feel so drained."

"Why don't you take a break with me? We can cuddle and watch an episode of that one show we're watching."

"Okay, but just one episode 'cause I need to study," you replied, lifting your head to look down at him.

"Okay, baby. C'mere," he urged, scooting back to lie against the headboard.

You snuggled up into his side, enjoying his warm embrace and letting yourself relax into him. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and turned on the little tv he and his roommate set up in their room. He turned on the show you two were currently watching together and pulled you close to him.

Once the show ended, you sighed and got up to dig into your backpack, "Okay, I have to study now."

"Ya want me t' quiz you?" he asked as you sat back down on the bed next to him.

"Yeah," you nodded, handing him your purple notebook.

He began flipping through your pages and pages and pages of written notes, gasping, "Holy shit, you have to know all of this?"

"Yeah, it sucks."

"'m not looking forward to taking this class," he sighed, maneuvering his body so he was now sitting across from you.

"I'll help you," you replied.

"Aww, I knew I picked the right girl," he grinned at you.

"Seriously? You only picked me 'cause you knew I'd help you with school?" you teased.

"And 'cause you give great BJs, duhhhh!"

"Oh shut up. I'm pretty confident on the labeling part so quiz me on this part," you told him, pointing to the wordy portion of your notes, "I drew stars next to the ones I need to study more."

He went through your notes, coming up with questions and quizzing you, helping you find ways to retain the information on the ones you got wrong. He had gone through about two of many pages so far and you could tell he was starting to get bored, the mischievious side of Harry slowly creeping out.

"Mmm," he hummed and you could see the wheels turning in his head, "why dont we make this a game and for every question you get wrong, you take off a piece of clothing."

"Harrryyy!" you whined, "you told me you wouldn't distract me."

"'m not!! 'm just making this fun so you'll remember it better."

You groaned dramatically, "you're lucky you look hot right now."

"'s the hat innit?" he smirked that sly smirk of his and you hated him for it.

You rolled your eyes, confirming to him that he was correct. Harry in a backwards hat always got you going and he knew that.

"Okay, go."

"Kay," he began, skimming over your notes to construct another question for you, "What is the substrate of glycolysis?"

"Glucose."

"Good. What are the secretions of the small intestines and their functions?"

"Oh gosh okay," you grumbled, thinking for a moment, "maltase breaks the bond between two glucose molecules of maltose, sucrase breaks sucrose into glucose and fructose, and lactase hydroylzes lactose to glucose and galactose."

"What are the steps of peristalsis?"

"Fuck," you sighed, rubbing your eyes and ignoring the awful way he tried to pronounce that word, "I dunno, each step involves contraction of something to help move food."

He smirked at you, giving you a moment to think, secretly hoping you wouldn't remember.

"Ugh, I dunno, what is it?"

He told you the answer and you groaned, frustrated with yourself for getting that one wrong again.

"You know what that means," he sang.

You glared at him and pulled your hair out of the ponytail, slipping the hair tie on your wrist. Your long hair fell down your shoulders and you shook it out to make it look presentable.

He scoffed teasingly, "that doesn't count!"

"Yeah huh, it's an accessory," you argued.

"I said clothing item."

"Fine," you replied, slipping off a single sock and tossing it across the room.

He smirked at you, speaking back in a challenging tone, "you're really gonna play like that. Okay."

He continued to ask you questions, choosing the hardest questions with the wordiest answers to make the process faster. By now, you had both socks off, your pajama pants off, and had just taken off your sweatshirt, leaving you in just your underwear.

"How many erythrocytes are produced per second?"

"Umm, a thousand?"

He began giggling at you, "baby, you're way off. It's 2 million."

You sighed and began reaching behind your back, fumbling with the clasp of your white bra. You took your sweet time, watching his reaction to you. You unclipped your bra and let the straps slide down your shoulders, revealing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples pebbled at the temperature change and you watched as he eyed you. He was such a boobs guy. The way he looked at you made you melt, butterflies erupting in your stomach. Complete love and lust clouded over his pretty, green eyes while he unintentionally bit his bottom lip before his eyes trailed back up to yours with a soft grin on his pink lips.

"Phew, just got hot in 'ere, huh?" he joked as he shook himself out of his trance.

"You act like you've never seen 'em before," you blushed.

"My girl's hot, I'll never get used to it."

"Next question."

"Okay, what are the similarities between of extrinsic and intrinsic pathways?"

"They both lead to the activation of prothrombinase which activates thrombin which converts fibrinogen to fibrin."

"Wrong."

"No that's right!" you retaliated, extremely confident in your answer.

He carefully tossed your notebook to the floor, beginning to hover over you and finger at the elastic band of your panties, "why don't we just say it's wrong and go ahead and take these off you."

Your breath hitched in your throat and you could feel your abdomin clench in anticipation. You let him dominate you, leaning back against the pillows while he hovered over you, "You wanna do that? Think it's time for a break?"

"Yeah," you nodded breathlessly, your hands coming up to grip at his shirt, "kiss me."

He dipped his head down and attached his lips to yours, moving them in sync. The kisses deepened and deepened and each one got more heated than the last. He pulled away with the smack of his lips against yours, slipping his fingertips into your panties and pulling them down your legs, tossing them onto the pile of your clothes on the floor.

"You're wet," he smirked, eyeing your glistening center.

He let his fingers run up and down your folds, spreading your wetness. His fingers landed on your throbbing clit, rubbing it how he's learned you like it. You let out a breath in relief, your hips bucking up into his fingers.

"You're such a bad influence," you breathed out as he hovered back over you, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his lips on your neck.

"But you love me," you felt him grin.

"So much," you smiled back.

His lips worked against your neck, leaving marks you knew you would complain about later while his fingers worked your clit, allowing all the stress from finals week to rise off your shoulders. You relaxed into the bed, enjoying the heavenly feeling of your boyfriend loving on you.

You tugged on his shirt, pulling it up towards his head, acknowledging you wanted it off. He sat up on his knees and took his hat off before grabbing onto the collar of his uni shirt and pulling it up over his head, tossing it onto the floor next to you, his growing collection of tattoos now on full display for you.

He began to lean back down before you stopped him, "wait, keep your hat on."

He smirked at you before he picked his hat back up and slipped it on his head backward, little curls peeking out from the sides. You giddily giggled as he hovered over you again and he kissed you, "Mm, you look so sexy with a backwards hat."

"Oh yeah?" he replied, his ego rising as he trailed his kisses down your body.

Landing on your chest, he took your right nipple into his mouth, kissing, sucking, and licking. You hummed in content as your hands wrapped around his warm skin, holding him tightly to you. He gave your other nipple the same attention before you pulled him away, "Kiss me."

He hovered back over you and kissed you, his right hand sliding down your body and coming in contact with your throbbing center again. His fingers slipped through your folds, spreading your wetness once more, feeling just how turned on you are for him.

"Fuck," he mumbled mostly to himself as he began to rub small circles on your throbbing clit, "you really do like the backwards hat, huh?"

You just moaned in response as he slipped one finger into your opening, thrusting it in and out before easily adding a second. He curled his fingers up, hitting that special spot that made your back arch.

"Want you in me," you whimpered softly into his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

He didn't think twice before he got up and slipped his sweatpants and briefs off. He pulled open the drawer on his bedside table and took out a condom, slipping it onto his hard shaft. He got on his knees in front of you, lining himself up with your entrance. He grabbed onto both of your ankles and rested them on his shoulders. You felt your thighs stretch as he leaned over you. His member slid into you, both of your jaws going slack as he began to move in and out of you, finding a good pace.

"'s that feel good?" he asked.

"Mhm, it feels so good," you whined softly, feeling your orgasm beginning to coil in your stomach.

He always made you feel so good. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knowing exactly what you liked and disliked. It took a while for you to figure out what you liked since you were a virgin before you started dating Harry. He was such a sweetheart though, always so patient with you and making sure you were comfortable. He never got mad at you when he wasn't able to get you to finish and he always encouraged you and showered you with compliments when you pleasured him, even though you were convinced you were doing a horrible job.

He loved to make you feel good and was invested in learning about your body and what got you going. He craved the opportunity to give you pleasure rather than receive (although he does love to receive), which was the opposite of most boys your age.

Now that you're way past the learning about each other stage, he never fails to make your back arch and your toes curl, struggling to not scream his name and let everyone know how good he was making you feel.

"Faster, Harry, go faster," you moaned softly.

He sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping and your wetness filling your ears before he slowed down again, but still slightly faster than his original pace, "We can't be too loud, baby."

You whined, this time in frustration, "I wish we lived alone so bad."

"One day," he hummed, "I promise."

You let out a soft whimper, your walls subconsciously clenching around him and causing him to groan softly into your ear. He pressed kisses just under your ear lobe and shivers ran across your body.

He lifted his head up to look at you and your eyes connected with his. He was gorgeous. His skin and tattoos were glittering under a thin layer of sweat, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure and his mouth was slightly agape with uneven breaths and occasional moans slipping out. His chest and arm muscles were tensing with every movement he made; all that football he was playing paid off for you. The backward hat on his head was also making every 100x hotter.

He let out a soft smile at you and you smiled back at him, hands cupping his cheeks to pull him down to kiss you. His lips moved against yours and his thrusts slowed down as he kissed you, most of his attention now on slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting you.

"Oh, I wanna scream," you whimpered softly against his pink lips.

"Me too," he grunted, "you feel so good."

Those words went straight to your core and you gripped onto him tighter, your painted fingernails digging into his back. Your hips bucked up and slightly circled under him, desperate for a release. His swollen, red tip hit your special spot with every thrust of his hips and caused your toes to curl.

He leaned down slightly and used his elbows to hold himself up rather than his hands. His thrusts got sloppy and you could tell he was getting tired but was still determined to bring you both to the edge. The stretch on the back of your thighs became too much and you instinctively moved your legs off of his shoulders. He sat up slightly so you could get them under his arms and comfortably lay them on the bed. He leaned back down on his elbows and pressed a few sweet kisses to your forehead, moving a few strands of hair out of the way as he began to grind his hips against yours.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly and pushing him deeper into you. His lips trailed down your face, across your jaw, and to your neck, making sure to pay extra attention to what he knew were your sweet spots.

"Wantcha t' ride me," he hummed, as he pulled out of you.

He rolled off of you, falling against the sheets next to you in a huff. He lifted his head slightly to take off his snapback, ruffling his sweaty, but gorgeous, chocolatey locks.

"Can you sit against the headboard?" you asked.

He obeyed and sat up against the headboard, slipping his hat backward onto his head comfortably. You sat up and straddled his lap, now face to face and chest to chest with him. You wrapped your hand around his length, giving it a few pumps before positioning it at your entrance. You sank down onto him, both of you watching as he disappeared inside of you. You paused for a second, giving yourself time to adjust to him.

"Mm, you look so pretty like this," he whispered, hands reaching up to cup your breasts, kneading them.

You smiled at him, before leaning in to kiss him, "I love you."

"I love you too."

You began to grind onto him, pressing your forehead against his. The little curls peeking out from under his hat tickled your skin. He placed both hands on either side of your waist, guiding you with every movement of your hips. He was so deep inside you that you could feel every inch of him. Your hands cupped each side of his neck, subconsciously pulling at the curls around the back of his neck, the ones that peeked under the brim of his hat.

You loved this position. It always felt so good. He was in the perfect position for you to kiss him and watch him. He got so deep inside of you, rubbing up against your sweet spots. With every thrust of your hips, his pelvic bone, and the patch of coarse hair there stimulated your clit, something you needed to be pushed over the edge.

He dipped his head down and began pressing open-mouthed kisses to anywhere his lips could reach; your neck, your collarbones, and the swell of your breasts, leaving more marks to your collection. You always loved when he kissed you like that. The feeling of him inside of you and his warm lips on your neck had you going feral and you could tell he was too.

"Fuck, Y/N, you close?"

"Yeah," you moaned.

"'m not gonna last much longer, I need yeh t' cum," he whimpered painfully against the skin of your chest.

"Almost there," you breathed out.

You moved faster against him, giving everything in you to get yourself and him to finish. He bent his legs and pressed his feet flat on the bed, gripping your hips tighter. He began moving his own hips under yours, your thrusts meeting his.

"Oh, Harry, that feels so good. Please don't stop. Don't stop."

"I know you're close, baby, I can feel it. Let go for me, c'mon," he grunted back.

And that was all you needed to let go for him. The knot in the pit of your stomach released and your entire body was numb with pleasure. You wanted to scream so bad but you held your breath to help stay quiet. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your lips pursed and your face was scrunched up as your orgasm ripped through you.

Harry's grip on your hips tightened more, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as his orgasm shortly followed yours. You continued to move against him, trying to drag every last second of your releases. Coming down from your highs, you began breathing heavily, feeling the relief washing over you.

You relaxed on him, your chest against his and your arms wrapped around each other. You rested your head on his shoulder, taking a moment to catch your breath while you felt him soften inside of you. You lifted your head up to look at him and blushed slightly at the look on his face. His eyes were hooded, his skin slightly glistened with sweat, and his lips parted as he breathed heavily, a smirk growing, "That was so hot."

You rolled your eyes teasingly, getting up and heading towards the bathroom to clean yourself up, "I swear I can never get anything done with you."

He chuckled softly before calling back to you as you walked away, "Face it, baby. I'm irresistible."

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Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 1: First Frost

Happy fest, y’all! Here’s some Harvard-era FinnLo pining to ring in day one. Huge thank-yous to @lumosinlove for the Sweater Weather characters and universe and to @noots-fic-fests for organizing the fest!

Title: Love at First Fright Pairing: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay Rating: G

“Trick or treat!”

Finn smiled at the ghost-witch-robot trio looking up at him and dropped three handfuls of candy into the plastic pumpkin pails they held up expectantly.

“Hey, nice costumes! Happy Halloween!”

The kids barely stood still long enough to say it back before they were taking off in the opposite direction of the frat house, eager to get back to their parents and hit up more treat stops around campus before dark. It was a good day for it; classic autumn in New England, from the crispness in the air to the red, brown and yellow leaves drifting down off the trees to cover the manicured grass in a vibrant seasonal blanket. Even the deep red of Harvard’s brick buildings seemed more beautiful in October, like they were meant to exist in a state of perpetual fall.

Throngs of local kids—and some of their parents—were all decked out in their Halloween best, while Finn and the rest of the OKN guys wore school-branded clothes while taking turns manning the candy-laden folding table outside the house between classes. (Finn wasn’t sure any of them owned a costume they could wear outside in broad daylight.) 

He laughed as Percy walked over, refill bag in hand, wearing the exact same gray sweatshirt with a crimson HARVARD across the chest as he was, the same black joggers—almost the same sneakers. “Fashion.”

Percy grinned back at him. “You know it, baby.” He turned the bag upside down, dumping the candy into any bowls that weren’t full and spilling some across the table as he went.

“Yo, you’re getting jolly ranchers all over the ground.”

“You’re a fuckin’ jolly rancher.”

“You’re a fuckin’ kit-kat.”

“You’re a—”

“Shut up, there’s kids,” Will warned, then passed some treats to a tiny ballerina with a kind smile and a compliment for her costume.

“Oh shit, my bad,” Percy said, and Finn snorted as Will cuffed him on the side of the head.

Finn unwrapped a watermelon jolly rancher and popped it into his mouth as he watched students and families pass by. Percy nudged him with an elbow, getting his attention. “Where’s Tremz? Thought you were surgically fused at this point.”

“Fu—” he cut off as Will leveled the captain stare at him. “Heck off. He’s in his medieval history class, he’ll be back soon.”

“Speak of the French-Canadian devil,” Percy shouted as Logan walked up the path to the house, backpack on his shoulders and snapback on his head—backwards, per usual. He looked good in the crimson Harvard Hockey hoodie he was wearing; Finn’s eyes caught the fraying at the cuffs and his stomach swooped as he realized it was his, that Logan must’ve swiped it this morning before heading out. 

“Bonjour,” Logan said, oblivious to the state of Finn’s internal organs.

“Bone-joor,” Percy replied before Finn could say it. “Very French of you. And shorts in October. Very Canadian of you.”

“We haven’t even had first frost yet.” Logan looked from Percy to Finn. “How much candy did you let him eat?”

“Too much,” Will answered for him. “Don’t you have class next, Marshy?”

After a complicated handshake with Finn that neared 15 seconds long, Percy grabbed his bag and took off at a slow jog. Finn wasn’t happy that he left, exactly, but he was happy that Logan walked around the table to take his spot right beside him.

“How’s that black plague treatin’ ya?” he asked as Logan slid his backpack off and under the table.

Logan’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Better than it’s treating medieval Europeans. But the reading is a little…”

He looked away—embarrassed, maybe, or frustrated. Finn knew he hated that English still tripped him up sometimes, though the amount he’d improved in just a few semesters was damn impressive. Finn kicked his shin lightly. “I got you. Would’ve flunked out last spring if it weren’t for you, so. Bring on the plagues.”

Logan kicked him back and sent him a grateful smile. And just because he couldn’t help it, Finn plucked at the sleeve of his hoodie. “Nice sweatshirt.”

“You left it on my chair,” Logan said, but Finn saw a little bit of color in his cheeks that he was pretty sure the afternoon chill didn’t put there.

It was a shoddy excuse, but so was Finn teasing him about it being “a little tight in the shoulders, Tremz, you gym beast” just so he could put a hand on one of those broad shoulders and squeeze. Logan was warm and so solid even through the layers; his hand lingered just a second too long before he let it fall away.

The next half hour passed quickly as trick-or-treaters came and went. The sun had just started to sink lower in the sky when a girl who couldn’t have been older than five or six walked up to the table, her guardian hanging back a ways. She had a hockey jersey on and was carrying her helmet, probably tired of wearing it around. 

She was closing in on Logan, who’d ended up on the opposite end of the long folding table as Finn at some point, when the big animatronic ghoul in front of the porch lurched and let out its tinny scream. The girl jumped, looking terrified, and tears filled her wide brown eyes.

“Oh,” Finn heard Logan say softly; his brow was knitted with concern as he walked quickly out from behind the table and crouched down in front of her. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you.”

The girl didn’t say anything, just turned to look at her adult and then back at Logan. It seemed like she was trying not to run away.

Logan nodded at her jersey. “You play hockey?”

She nodded.

“Me too. All these guys are on my team. What’s your favorite position to play?”

That drew her out of her shell. “Goalie,” she said with a quiet confidence as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I see. You know what I know about goalies?” The girl shook her head, but clearly looked interested at whatever Logan was about to say. He leaned in like he was telling a secret, then said, “They’re the bravest ones. Also the craziest.”

Finn’s chest warmed at the way she laughed, at how Logan had gotten her from near-tears to happy and chatting in no time at all. He never got to see Logan with little kids; all their siblings were older. It was nice. It was sweet. It was doing things to Finn’s heart that he’d rather not think about.

In the end, the little girl—Harper, she told Logan as he filled her candy pail until it was overflowing, then filled her helmet, too—skipped away in a great mood. Logan was still smiling a little after they’d gone as Finn walked over to him.

“She was cute.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.”

“You, too.” It was out of his mouth before he could shove it back in. Logan raised an eyebrow at him. “You were cute with her,” he explained—not that that really made it better.

But Logan looked pleased that he’d said so, even as he shrugged. “It’s not hard when they’re adorable. She said she’s a goalie.”

“Oh, so the skeleton thing should’ve been afraid of her.”

Logan laughed. “That’s kind of what I told her.”

Finn wanted to say so much. You’re cute all the time. You should only wear my hoodies. You’ll make a great dad someday. I want to share that someday with you.

Instead, he took Logan’s hat off and ruffled his hair. “Dinner?” he asked. “Burgers? Hog’s Head?”

Logan took his hat back and put it back on, but he wasn’t even pretending to be annoyed. “Ouais, let’s go now before they make us clean up.”

As they snuck off behind the house toward the pub, Finn took a handful of cherry jolly ranchers out of his pocket and put them in Logan’s. Logan laughed, then did the same for Finn with the watermelon ones. 

“Happy Halloween, Tremz.”

“Happy Halloween, Harzy.”

[anonymouspuzzler]

oh baby it's SNORPY and CHANDLO let's go!!!! they are fun to draw so there are a few of these. thanks again to @incorrectbugsnaxquotes for a few of the comic prompts!

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[Image 1 ID: A drawing of Chandlo and Snorpy recreating that Guy With Huge Bahongas meme. that's about it]

[Image 2 ID: A drawing of Snorpy from the neck-up, missing his hat and glasses, looking sleepy and disoriented. An arrow pointing to him reads "can't hecking see".]

[Image 3 ID: A tiny doodle of Chandlo from behind, smiling and flexing, wearing a t-shirt with torn-off sleeves reading "I FLEX'D & THE SLEEVES CAME OFF". His snapback also reads "SWAG". An arrow pointing to him reads "Jay's fault".]

[Image 4 ID: A drawing of Snorpy, looking terrified and standing stiffly, holding a comically large machete in one hand with text reading "BECOME UNGOVERNABLE".]

[Image 5 ID: A drawing of Chandlo, holding a flashlight towards the camera and smiling placidly, saying "whatup, demons, it's me, ya boi". In the background, Snorpy, also holding a flashlight, is looking over at him anxiously.]

[Image 6 ID: A drawing of Chandlo and Snorpy recreating a screenshot from an Unraveled video. Chandlo is dancing with his arms at his sides, grinning widely, while Snorpy at his left is dancing significantly more stiffly, blushing and looking anxious. Text underneath them reads "*INTERPRETIVE DANCE WITH A FRIEND*".]

[Image 7 ID: Snorpy standing and looking over his shoulder with a neutral, tired expression, wearing no hat and a t-shirt reading "I SOLVED THE MYSTERY OF GRUMP PEAKS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS T-SHIRT".]

[Image 8 ID: A drawing of Chandlo, sitting cross-legged on the floor, with Snorpy lying with his head in Chandlo's lap. Chandlo is smiling down at him warmly, propping himself up with one hand while patting Snorpy's hair with the other. Snorpy, with his hat off to the side and wearing one of Chandlo's slightly oversize jersey tanks, is laughing with one hand on his chest and the other wrapped around Chandlo's arm.]

[Image 9 ID: A two-panel comic of Chandlo and Snorpy sitting side-by-side, embracing. Chandlo is leaning back on one arm with Snorpy at his right side, who is turned to place an arm around him, both of them smiling. In the first panel Snorpy says, "You're the love of my life and my best friend. I would do anything for you". In the second, Chandlo, with a slightly worried smile, says, "I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule". Snorpy, looking nonplussed, replies, "Absolutely not."]

[Image 10 ID: A two-panel comic of Snorpy and Chandlo. In the first, Snorpy is standing with his arms crossed and an annoyed expression, saying, "Being gay is NOT a choice". In the second, he is clutching Chandlo's arm with both hands, eyes narrowed and saying, "It's a game and I'm winning". Chandlo simply turns his head to give Snorpy a kiss on the cheek.]

[Image 11 ID: A two-panel comic of Snorpy and Chandlo. In the first panel, Snorpy is wringing his hands and looking embarrassed and anxious, blushing furiously and seating, saying, "Just to make sure, are you asking me romantically or platonically?" The second panel cuts to Chandlo, down on one knee wearing a tuxedo-print t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, holding a giant bouquet in one hand and a box with an engagement ring in the other, looking incredulous as he responds, "Are you kidding me--"]

[Images 12-13 IDs: A seven-panel comic of Snorpy and Chandlo divided into two images, with the first three panels in one and the last four in the other. In the first panel, Snorpy, wearing a Grump Peaks t-shirt, is sitting on a couch next to Chandlo. Snorpy has his legs folded up, one hand resting on his knees and the other propping himself up on the couch, while Chandlo has one arm propping himself up and the other behind Snorpy over the back off the couch. A "DING!" sound effect goes off and Chandlo looks up with a grin, saying "Pizza's ready!!" The second panel shows him opening up the oven and looking at the pizza on the top rack, then the third shows him turning over his shoulder, looking agonized, and saying, "This is always the worst part." Panels four through six then show him grabbing the pizza tray out of the oven with his bare hands, screaming all the while, then tossing it on top of the stove. The final panel show shim turning back to Snorpy with a grin, giving a thumbs up, hands visibly burned. Snorpy, looking absolutely terrified, is backed up against the couch with one hand clutching his chest.]

[Image 14 ID: A drawing of Chandlo and Snorpy recreating a meme from a Japanese weather report. Chandlo, wearing a varsity jacket over his tank top and holding an umbrella, is standing with one arm around Snorpy, who is wearing a ribbed sweater and blushing as he covers his face with one hand. The Journalist's hand is visible holding up a microphone, and Chandlo says, "Being in the snow with my lover like this immerses me in a special feeling, bro."]