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Y/N and Felix have always been inseparable—best friends who shared everything from gaming marathons to dreams of the future. But as their paths begin to diverge, with Felix chasing his K-pop dreams in Korea and Y/N heading to university in Melbourne, the unspoken feelings between them start to surface. What begins as a playful dare at a high school party turns into a kiss that changes everything, blurring the line between friendship and something deeper. As they navigate the chaos of growing up, long-distance, and their own insecurities, they must decide: is their bond strong enough to survive the changes, or will the weight of their dreams pull them apart? A story of first loves, missed chances, and the bittersweet beauty of growing up.

genres: written, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst,unrequited love, senior year (highschool), felix and Y/N are aged up to 17, pre-debut,

Trigger Warning: underaged drinking for now

Word count: 5,000

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Authors Note: let me know what u think, I may continue on with this depending on the interest

Circa Late 2017

“How many times are you going to spam the same move?” Y/N complained, her tone a mix of frustration and amusement. She was knee-deep in the world's longest stock-battle stalemate with one of her closest friends.

“I’ll keep at it until you’re as good as dead. I’m not just going to hand you this win,” Felix teased, a smirk on his face as his Pikachu sent her Toon Link flying dangerously close to the edge of the map.

Both of them were focused, their palms sweaty, eyes locked on the screen. The usual banter and light teasing that typically filled their sleepovers and competitive match nights faded into the background. All that mattered now was winning—something both took very seriously in their shared passion for gaming.

Y/N and Felix could never really pinpoint the exact moment when their friendship had become so close, when they started to latch onto each other like koalas. If you asked, you'd get two different answers, but the overall theme was the same: when they were together, the noise of the world stopped. Nothing mattered outside of each other.

It had started with casually sparring at the after-school gaming club, but their connection grew far beyond that. She showed up to his Taekwondo competitions whenever she could, cheering him on from the sidelines, and he supported her at her art competitions. Soon, their families knew each other well, and their worlds began to merge without either of them realizing it.

“YESSSS! I told you!” Y/N practically bounced in her seat after landing the final blow, finally claiming a win after several failed attempts.

Felix rolled his eyes, grabbing a fistful of pretzels from the snack bowl his older sister, Rachel, had left out for them. The living room table was cluttered with an assortment of junk food—chips, candy, soda—the works for any gaming night.

“Whatever, this game sucks anyway,” he muttered, though his competitive streak was clearly wounded. He dipped deeper into the pretzel bowl, sulking in defeat.

Y/N, still laughing from the high of her victory, nudged him playfully. “Don’t get salty, just get good,” she teased, grabbing her own snack of choice: gummy bears.

Felix groaned, feigning indifference. “I need a break. My hand hurts.” He switched off the game, pulling up Youtube instead. The familiar tunes of his favorite group, SHINee, began to fill the room.

Ever since one of his cousins from Korea introduced him to K-pop, Felix had been hooked. The choreography, the passion, the sheer talent—it was mesmerizing. And lately, he’d been practicing more than just his dance moves. His dream of auditioning for JYP was becoming a real possibility.

“You’ve been practicing your pronunciation, right? Wanna keep going?” Y/N asked, noticing the slight tension in his voice. Felix had seemed more focused, more driven lately, but underneath that ambition was uncertainty—a vulnerability she hadn’t seen before.

Felix hesitated, but before he could answer, Y/N added, “Oh, wait! I need to show you my new painting.” She grabbed her phone, scrolling to the latest photo of her work in progress.

It was a lotus flower, blooming from the depths of a muddy pond. Felix stared at it for a moment, appreciating the symbolism. A flower that represents rebirth, resilience in harsh conditions.

“I really like this,” he said finally, his voice soft with admiration. “Your brushstrokes are so detailed… it's amazing. I know that competition money is yours.”

Y/N beamed at the compliment, feeling a warmth settle in her chest. “Thanks. Any little bit helps. Trying to get as much free money for college as possible,” she joked, lightening the moment.

Felix chuckled, though the tension from earlier still lingered in his expression. He opened his laptop, playing around with his pronunciation notes. “Honestly, I thought I knew how to speak Korean pretty well, but when I listen to how fast the locals talk, it’s so different. But I have to try… I really want this.”

The uncertainty in his voice was palpable now. His dream of becoming a trainee at JYP was more than just a distant goal—it was an uphill battle, and he knew it. The doubt crept in despite his best efforts to stay confident.

Y/N’s eyes softened as she watched him. “You bring so much to the table, Felix. They’d be insane not to recognize your talent.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He wasn’t used to showing this much vulnerability, but Y/N had always been the one to see past the walls he built. That’s why he cherished her support—it was real, unwavering.

“Thanks,” he muttered, the tension easing just a bit as they shifted into their joint practice session. Y/N, though adopted, had always wanted to connect more with her Korean heritage, and learning the language alongside Felix had become one of their shared goals. It was a comfort, knowing that no matter what happened next, they were there for each other, even if they didn’t fully realize the depth of their bond just yet.

Felix took a deep breath, glancing at Y/N. There was something about her presence that calmed him, that made him feel like everything might just work out. At least, for now.

You paused for a moment, glancing over at Felix as he focused on his screen, his brows furrowed slightly as he corrected your pronunciation. It felt so easy, so natural, to be in this moment with him. But something about the ease made your chest tighten, a sudden awareness that this might not last forever.

That underlying fear haunted you both in ways you’d rather ignore. Things were bound to change; time would only push those changes forward. It was naive to think otherwise. Like seasons, you and Felix would grow, shaped by new experiences and separate paths. Still, it was a reality you both pretended didn’t exist.

Late-night gaming sessions became your escape. You fantasized about visiting him during the trainee program, imagining he’d somehow find time to indulge in the college life you both knew he’d never get to live. You clung to the delusion, and so did he, until reality began to shift, pressing its weight on your shoulders.

A week later, the shift became real.

“You got into the University of Melbourne!” your Step mom screamed from the living room, her voice echoing down the hallway as she rushed to your bedroom doorway.

“That’s great…” you replied, nervous, your voice flat. Your gaze barely lifted from your laptop, where you scrolled through Pinterest, saving inspiration for your next art piece. Watching creative content creators passionately pursue their dreams only made your mind race. Was this the start of something great—or the beginning of a path leading to a bitterly unsatisfying life? Worst-case scenarios flashed through your mind, each more vivid than the last.

“Love, what’s wrong? Your grandpa and I are so excited for you, but you don’t seem that way.”

“It’s not that, Nana. I’m happy. It’s all I’ve been working for. I’m just… thinking about what I have to do to get there.”

“I understand, sweetie, but let’s take a step back and enjoy this moment. This is a huge accomplishment! Sit in it. Celebrate!” She placed a plate of fruit in front of you—her way of showing care, via strawberries. “I’m going to call everyone and tell them how amazing my love is! Going to the best school in the country to become a lawyer—how proud we all are!”

Before you could correct her, tell her you planned to double major in Law and Art Studies, she’d already scurried off. You wanted to shout that you didn’t dream of courtrooms and corporations fighting over copyrights. Your dreams leaned toward helping others, blending the creative skills you’d spent years honing with a career that made a difference. If you conformed to what your father wanted, you’d likely end up defending multimillion-dollar companies that wouldn’t care if you lived or died. Instead, you want to become a public defender—a career that's emotionally satisfying but doesn’t promise a high quality of life.

Instead, you sighed, counting to five as you stared up at the ceiling, willing your nerves to calm before the anxiety could fully take hold.

Ding.

Lix: Sooooo… Did you hear back?

You: Yeah, I got in.

Lix: This is great! Why are you texting so cold? Lol, you should be proud. What’s on your mind?

You: It’s just so much. The parents are great, but I’m thinking about everything I need to get done before I start, and I’m stressed already -_-

Lix: Hey, hey, hey, trust me, I get it. But we can only worry about what’s right in front of us. One day at a time, right? Right? I know I’m right, lol. Why don’t we just hop online and forget about all of this? You can lose again in Smash XD

You: You say that every time, Mr. Lee, and EVERY time I prove you wrong. Lmao. Ok, give me like 10, and I’ll get on Discord.

You smiled, setting your phone down. Felix had a way of pulling you out of your spirals, always knowing what to say to make you laugh—or at least distract you. For a moment, it worked.

But as you stared at your gaming setup, the heaviness crept back. Melbourne was your dream school—not just for its law program but for its vibrant arts community and the chance to live out both sides of your passion. Still, the thought of leaving behind the comfort of your life, and the people in it, especially Felix, was terrifying.

You couldn’t shake the fear of how it would change things. And yet, for now, you clung to the one thing you knew wouldn’t change: Felix would always be there for you.

Two weeks later

The moments leading up to the audition were some of the most stressful Felix had ever experienced. This opportunity meant everything—a chance to change his life in an instant. Yet, doubts crept in like uninvited shadows. He knew how competitive the entertainment industry was. Thousands auditioned every year. Why would they take a risk on someone like him—a foreigner who doesn’t fit in with the natives?

He let out a heavy sigh as he stood outside the audition venue, his heart pounding against his ribs.

“Felix, listen to me,” Rachel, Felix's older sister, said, her voice steady, offering a small squeeze to his shoulder. “I know you’re nervous, but you’re ready. You’ve been working for this for so long. You’re not just some kid hoping for a shot—you belong here.” She gave him a soft but firm look, as if her words could wrap around him and hold him together. She had always been able to read him, her intuition cutting through his quiet exterior. Even when Felix couldn’t articulate his fears, Rachel could sense them.

Felix ran a hand through his hair, eyes on the building in front of them. “I know. It’s just... There are so many people here, and only a handful get chosen. What if I’m not enough?”

Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Stop overthinking. You’ve got the talent, the drive, and you’ve got yourself—something that no one else can offer. Go in there and show them why you’re our Sunshine.”

Felix tried to nod, but his nerves only seemed to heighten. The choreography he’d practiced relentlessly blurred in his mind. The moves, so ingrained yesterday, felt foreign now, as if his body had forgotten them entirely. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, exhaling slowly.

This was his dream—his ticket to something greater than the predictable rhythm of Sydney life. He wanted to see the world, to experience everything life had to offer, and to channel that hunger into his newfound passion for dance. But standing here, under the weight of his aspirations, the pressure felt unbearable.

His phone buzzed.

Y/N: Good luck today! Show them the great person I already know you are. Let your light and warmth shine—that’s what will set you apart. I’ll talk to you later when we hop on Steam :D

He stared at the message, reading it twice, then a third time. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He could almost hear your voice, steady and encouraging, breaking through the storm in his mind. Those words quieted the chaos, grounding him just enough to take a step forward.

The audition itself felt like a blur. The music started, and for a moment, he was paralyzed. Then, like clockwork, the moves came back—sharp, deliberate, and confident. His body knew the choreography better than his mind gave it credit for. By the end, his chest heaved with exertion, but his heart swelled when one of the judges complimented his pronunciation during a short Korean self-introduction.

The waiting afterward was agonizing. Felix paced the holding room, his thoughts looping endlessly. What if he hadn’t done enough? What if this was the end of the road? Yet, there was a quiet reassurance that lingered—the memory of your words. You always seemed to pull him out of the mental traps he built for himself, giving him a clarity he struggled to find alone.

“Congratulations, Lee Felix. Please come to the back room to discuss the details of the trainee program.”

The words hit him like a bolt of lightning. He nearly leaped out of his chair, relief and joy coursing through him in equal measure. He couldn’t believe it—he’d done it. He was in.

Later, in the car, his parents’ cheers filled the air. His mom pulled him into a tight hug, her pride evident even as tears shimmered in her eyes.

“Felix, my son, I’m so proud of you,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “I’m happy for you, but I’m going to miss you so much….”

Felix could feel the weight of her words in the silence between them. He knew what this meant for both of them—his dream was coming true, but it meant stepping away from everything he knew. His family. You.

He didn’t want to leave, not really. But he had no choice. He had to chase this dream.

When he finally got home, Felix felt the weight of the new reality sink in. He picked up his phone and typed a quick message to you.

Felix: You might as well have been my good luck charm. I got in. Details later :)

For now, Felix chose to live in the moment, holding onto the happiness of his success—and the steady presence of you in his life.

With just four months left before everything changed, there was a sense of urgency in the air, but tonight, the world still belonged to you both. The future was looming, but for now, it was all about enjoying the last moments of freedom before things got complicated.

Felix’s voice crackled through the phone, the tiredness evident in his tone. “I don’t know, Y/N. With everything going on for the trainee program... I don’t have time for this kind of thing.”

You leaned back on your bed, staring at the ceiling as you held your phone to your ear. “Felix, come on. You’re not gonna have many chances left to be irresponsible. This could be the last era of your life to just... let be. You deserve it. Plus, I’ve got leftover liquor from last time. You can pregame with me here.” You smirked to yourself, knowing your words might push him just enough.

Felix sighed, the sound almost exasperated. “I don’t know... I have so much stuff to do for the program. I’m so stressed going out would just add to it”

You rolled your eyes. “Ok. lol. Sounds like another day in your life. No offense. What’s one night? You’ve been working your ass off. Don’t you want to enjoy life while you can? I’m not saying we go crazy, but one night won’t ruin your future. You need to relax.”

There was a long pause on the other end, the only sound being Felix’s deep breath. “Okay, fine,” he finally said, with an almost reluctant chuckle. “You’re right. I need to live in the moment, right? Alright, I’ll come. Let me just check on Liv first, and I’ll be at your place around 10:30.”

“I knew you’d come around,” you teased, your voice light and playful.

A few hours later, after too many shots between the two of you, the night had spiraled into a chaotic, unforgettable high school party at Crystal’s parents’ condo. The place was packed with people, most of them barely legal, all drinking cheap beer and dancing offbeat to Kesha. You and Felix stuck together, navigating the crowd, laughing at the awkwardness of it all.

Felix’s voice came through the phone again, a slight smirk in his tone. “Is this really what we’re going to remember about high school?” he asked, glancing at the crowd.

You grinned, holding your cup up to the phone. “Maybe. But I think it’s the people, not the party. You’re not going to remember every stupid thing that happened, but you’ll remember the faces—the ones that were here for the ride.”

Felix sighed, his voice quieter now, as he watched the madness unfold. “I guess... I just keep thinking about how everything’s about to change. It’s hard to imagine how this will look in a couple months.”

You could hear the shift in his voice, the weight of it. You decided to take a different approach, trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, nothing stays the same. And that’s okay. That’s what makes moments like this so important. You’ve got to soak it all in while you can.”

Felix let out a soft chuckle. “You’re right. Yeah, I guess it’s kind of nice to know that we’ll have this to look back on.” His voice turned a little more serious. “Thanks, Y/N. For getting me to come out tonight.”

You smiled softly, even though he couldn’t see it. “Anytime. We’ve got to enjoy what we’ve got while it lasts.”

Felix’s voice softened. “Yeah, we do.”

The party was in full swing, the music blaring, drinks flowing, and chaos everywhere. You could barely hear anything over the chatter and laughter of your friends, but the tension between you and Felix was palpable. It had always been there, but tonight, it felt different.

Mike, drunker than most, slurred his words as he pushed into Felix. “When are you gonna finally make a move on Y/N?” He laughed, oblivious to the shift in the air, pushing Felix in your direction.

Felix rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t the usual playful response. There was something different in his gaze, something more thoughtful than you were used to seeing. The teasing continued, relentless.

“Sure, sure, I bet you won’t ever make a move at this rate,” Mike teased, turning his attention to you now. The conversation quickly shifted, and you couldn’t help but feel the eyes of everyone on you.

“You should just make the first move at this point. What do you have to lose?” Mike’s words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze.

You hadn’t really thought about kissing Felix, not like this, not seriously. But in your drunken haze, Mike’s challenge hit something inside you. Maybe you should kiss him. After all, what was the harm?

Felix chuckled nervously, shaking his head. “No way, man,” he muttered, but there was an edge to his voice that told you he was conflicted. The idea of it seemed to hang in the air, pulling at something inside both of you. Something you hadn’t let yourself acknowledge.

Without thinking much further, you blurted out, “I’ll kiss him now. It’s really fine.”

Felix choked on his drink. The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Felix’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth slightly parted as if trying to process what you had just said. “Wait, what? You’re kidding, right?” His voice was tight, but there was an unmistakable flicker of something in his eyes, something that hadn’t been there before.

“You just said it,” Mike teased, a sly grin on his face. “Do it. You’re friends. It’s no big deal, right?”

Felix’s mind was spinning, and for the first time, he saw you in a completely new light. The way your dress hung from your body, the way you’d always laughed around him, but now it felt different, like everything was amplified. Felix blinked, his pulse picking up. He didn’t know what it was—whether it was the alcohol, or the way you’d teased him, or how suddenly everything felt so intimate—but he couldn’t deny it.

Felix shifted uncomfortably, suddenly hyper-aware of the space between you. His eyes flicked to yours, searching, but you were already moving closer. The alcohol dulled his usual caution. His mind raced, his heart pounding as your hand reached up to cup the side of his face. Everything in the room felt like it had stopped moving. His eyes landed on your lips for a split second, and in that instant, it was too late to turn back.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it was enough to send a jolt through both of you. Felix’s hands instinctively found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. Something inside him—something he’d buried deep—flooded to the surface. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was everything you hadn’t admitted to each other. The way he felt about you, the way you’d felt about him for a while now, but never dared to say.

Your lips deepened the kiss, and the world outside of you two seemed to vanish. The other people in the room fell away. You were both lost in the moment, but it wasn’t just the alcohol that made your head spin. It was the way Felix kissed you, the intensity of it. The way your heart raced, not just from the thrill, but from the realization that this meant something more.

As you slowly pulled away, your face was flushed, your head spinning. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or if it was the fact that Felix had just crossed the line between friends and something else, something you didn’t know how to name.

“See? No big deal,” you laughed awkwardly, trying to cover the pounding in your chest with casualness.

Felix, still caught in the aftermath of the kiss, looked at you for a long moment. His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant. “Yeah... no big deal,” he echoed, but the way his eyes lingered on you told a different story. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he knew it had changed everything.

You both tried to go back to normal, but the tension between you was thick. You couldn’t help but notice the way Felix kept his eyes on you the rest of the night, his gaze occasionally flickering to anyone who seemed to show too much interest in you. You were too drunk to notice the subtle possessiveness in the way he glared at the guys who came too close. Felix assumed you only kissed him because it was him, and that was something he wasn’t ready to share with anyone.

As the night wore on, the games continued—Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros.—but the energy was different. Your competitive banter was laced with something unspoken, the kind of charge that buzzed between you both every time your eyes met. You tried to act like nothing had changed, but you could feel it in the air. So could Felix, though he didn’t dare to bring it up.

Eventually, the night ended, and in a blur of too many drinks and too many moments that felt too real, you ended up at your parents' condo. They were away for the weekend, and there was no way Felix would let you walk home alone—even if you weren’t drunk.

As you stumbled toward the door, Felix’s hand lingered on your back, guiding you with a care that was almost too gentle for the way he had acted earlier. The unspoken words still hung between you, thick with everything that had shifted between you two in a matter of seconds.

And somewhere deep down, you both knew that everything would be different now. You just hadn’t figured out if or how to deal with it yet.

Stumbling into your room, you both lazily kicked off your clothes and changed into your pajamas before slipping into the bed. The room was spinning less now, the alcohol haze from the night lifting, bringing some clarity to the situation. Felix lay beside you, feeling the overwhelming weight of the kiss, his mind spinning with thoughts he couldn’t push away. He felt guilty, especially if you had only kissed him because of peer pressure.

He tried to distract himself by doom scrolling through social media, but his head was still racing, and he just couldn’t shake it. The thought of losing your friendship over a stupid dare seemed like too much to bear.

“Hey…umm…” Felix sighed, turning to face you. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You glanced over at him, noting the distress on his face. “Do what?”

His heart was pounding, his voice tight. “Kiss me. You didn’t have to, you know? I just want to make sure… I don’t want to mess things up.”

You smiled softly, your gaze steady and reassuring. “Lix, if I wasn’t cool with it, I wouldn’t have done it. You know how stubborn I am.”

Felix hesitated, his chest still tight, unsure of how to respond. “I know… I just want to make sure, because I…”

You cut him off gently, your voice quiet but firm. “I hear you. But I enjoyed it.” You paused, your mind replaying the moment that felt frozen in time. “My only complaint? It was too short.”

Felix’s demeanor immediately softened. That magical ease you always had with him worked like a balm for his frayed nerves, the racing thoughts in his head calming at your words. He had been terrified that he might have ruined five years of friendship with a single reckless kiss, but now—now things didn’t seem so impossible.

“Well,” Felix said, a small chuckle escaping his lips, “I guess I owe you a second kiss one of these days.”

You smirked, inched closer to him, and whispered, “Why wait? Let’s make it ‘one of these days’ right now. YOLO, right?”

Felix laughed nervously, his heart doing a strange flip in his chest. His mind was still caught between the confusion of his emotions and the weight of the consequences of crossing this line. What was the point of pushing the envelope? Things were already changing in both of your lives; maybe you should just leave your friendship the way it was.

But all that went out the window the moment your lips met his again.

This time, there was no pressure. Just the two of you, lost in the moment. Your lips danced together, slow and intricate, matching each other’s pace. Before either of you knew it, you had shifted on top of him, straddling his waist, his hands finding their place on your hips, his fingers brushing against your bare skin.

Felix had touched you before, but never like this. The sensation sent electric waves up both of your spines, and the world outside of the two of you seemed to disappear. You pulled away slowly, your breath quiet in the stillness.

“That was nice…” Felix whispered, his voice barely audible as he pulled you back down beside him.

You snuggled closer, your voice soft and sleepy. “Yeah. It was. Can we do that again?”

Felix didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed you again, and again, and again, each kiss a little deeper, a little more heated than the last. Slowly, you both relaxed into each other’s embrace, falling asleep tangled together, content and peaceful.

Just two friends, sharing a moment, and nothing more….right?

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Update 4/7: Changed some minor details about Y/N to set up her character for later chapters

Just temperature checking if people like this... If this is something that intrigues you. leave me an message in the ask box.

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coyotelip · 4 months ago

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starchaser microfic: chocolate || jegulily waiting for a child || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 580

“Is that all we need?‘’ James asks, keeping his hands on the full basket of groceries in front of him.

Regulus, next to him, carefully looks at the grocery list on his phone, checking off each item. Finally, he says, “There's only chocolate left.”

“Chocolate?” James asks in surprise.

Don't get him wrong, he'll never turn down chocolate. But when he turns his eyes back to the full basket, he has no trouble finding at least a dozen other types of sweets in the pile - terramisu, sweet cheese, berry cheesecake, tangerine cheesecake, eclairs, waffles, chocolate chip cookies, marzipan candies, chocolate covered dried plums (an absolute crime if you ask James), a jar of peanut butter, gummy bears. A few more colorful packages are buried deep under the fruits and fish.

“Did I miss something? Are we getting ready for another two-week lockdown?”

Regulus' gaze is directed at him from under his thick eyebrows. “It's for Lily,” he says, as if it were the most obvious thing that doesn't need to be explained.

“…Oh,” James realizes belatedly. “I didn't hear her ask to add all that to the list.”

“She didn't.” Regulus walks confidently toward the chocolate bar counter. James tries to keep up with his basket. “You know, she doesn't ask for anything at all anymore. It's like she's got the stubbornness of two people now - I wouldn't be surprised if the baby turns out to be the same.”

“The pot calling the kettle…” James says under his breath, hoping that Regulus won't hear him while he's looking at the different types of chocolate.

He settles on three - with nuts, with a layer of milk cream, and pure dark chocolate.

“How do you know what she wants?” James feels like a fool for asking this question. Of course he knows what his wife likes, but half of the products in the basket look strange and unfamiliar to him. Again, why the hell a dried plum in there?

“I don't know.” Regulus shrugs his shoulders. “But neither does Lily. One minute she's asking for chocolate milk in her cereal, and ten minutes later she's dying to eat cheese and ham toast. So it would be useful to have everything at once, don't you think?”

James just sighs heavily and agrees. Pregnancy isn't something that should tire him out - after all, he's not the one growing a whole new organism, a new person. However, since Lily quit her job due to the necessary rest in the second trimester, and Regulus also reduced his workload to stay at home with her almost always, James has taken over the financial support of the family. And they are not really in need, but as a future father he wants the best for his partners and child, so now he spends more time at work than he would like. And the saddest part is not the fatigue or burnout, but how much he misses. All his dreams of caring for his pregnant wife and having a magical home atmosphere are getting dusty because of the work he's been putting himself through.

“James?” comes from his side.

Regulus is already at the end of the aisle, on his way to the checkout, and James has completely lost track of reality. With his mind racing, his eyes are fixed on the package of caramel-filled chocolate.

Shaking his head to clear his head, he adds another bar of chocolate to the basket and follows his husband.

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #lily evans #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulily #regulily #stargazer #jily #lily × regulus #married jegulily #harry potter #writers on tumblr #jegulily microfic

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star-crossed-planet · 5 months ago

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The guys go out to get ice cream ^_^

what I think they would get.

Todd: a double portion of milk caramel flavor, in a cup. Once he went through the inevitable experience of dropping his ice cream cone as a kid, never again. Has had the same favorite ice cream since he was 7.

Neil: one of those super tall ice cream cones with three different flavors, and they change everytime. He ends up spilling it all over himself when it melts but refuses to stop getting a damn cone.

Charlie: some obnoxious order like a big ass milkshake with a bunch of different sprinkles, syrups, a cookie and a cherry. He was kicked out of one of those stores where you add the complements yourself for finishing all the colorful sprinkles

Knox: fancy mf doesn't get ice cream, he gets a Frappuccino™ or plain vanilla ice cream

Pitts: currant or sweet potato popsicle, he bites it and finishes it in less than 2 minutes to everyone's horror. He's literally my dad wth.

Meeks: he actually orders normal stuff but sometimes he manages to find shit like, tamarind cucumber ice cream. Or gets the weirdest combination of water strawberry and coffee.

Cameron: the master of unpopular flavors, gets pistachio and gum all the time. His favorite one is clementine ice cream with gummy bears but he never finds stores that have the clementine flavor.

Chris: classic strawberry cone, also she loves lemon water ice cream with chocolate syrup and is genuinely confused as to why so many people dislike it.

Ginny: chocolate, brownie, mocha, chocolate chip, basically anything that has chocolate in it. Also gets chocolate syrup and sprinkles. And a chocolate cookie. Did I mention she likes chocolate?

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Batting Practice Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Nothing melts Bradley's heart quite like Everett's excitement for his upcoming adoption. While the three of you count down to the big day, there are unexpected houseguests to deal with and neverending happiness to absorb.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smut

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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"Mom! Dad!" Everett shouted, running up the sidewalk when Molly arrived to drop him off at home on Monday evening. "Aunt Molly said I'm getting a baby cousin in March!"

Bradley watched as Molly hustled along the sidewalk behind Everett, and he went to meet her to get his soon to be son's overnight bag. "Thanks for watching him for the weekend," Bradley said, looping the bag over his shoulder while he thought about how sexy you'd looked in Palm Springs wearing your collar and leash. Then he glanced at where you were giving Everett a big hug on the front porch, and he thought about how hot you were even in full mom mode.

"We had fun," Molly said, stifling a yawn. "Bob took him on a hike, and then we did math problems with gummy bears. He's all ready to start second grade." Then she grinned at Bradley and said, "You owe me one for packing your wife's weekend bag with you in mind."

Bradley grunted, cracking his knuckles to try to keep his composure. Only about two more hours until Everett was in bed for the night and he could have his Kitten all to himself. "Yeah, I definitely owe you one."

Molly clasped her hands in front of her baby bump, clearly very pleased that he had enjoyed his wedding gift. Then she bent to kiss Everett and tell him goodbye. "I'll call you after your first day of school tomorrow, Ev. Love you."

"Bye, Aunt Molly!" Everett waved as Bradley's sister-in-law drove away.

Bradley scooped Everett up in his arms and followed you inside. While he had enjoyed the two nights away with you immensely, he missed Ev's laugh and his smile so much. "Pancakes for dinner? And then I'll show you the baseball jersey we got for you in Palm Springs?"

"Yes!" Everett cheered. And then as he helped Bradley mix some chocolate chips into the pancake batter with a spoon, he asked, "Did you adopt me yet?"

"Oh," Bradley grunted, pausing to really look at Ev. Wide, sincere eyes looked back up at him. He thought back to the very first day of tee ball, remembering just how much he really liked talking to Everett right from the start. How he only grew to appreciate him more and more. And he let himself feel all of the overwhelming love right now that he had for this kid. "I wish, Ev. Your mom has to call some people first, and make a few appointments. It might take a few weeks." Bradley didn't want to tell him that it might be next year before anything was finalized.

"Okay," he replied, and his shoulders slumped with dejection. "But I thought it would be cool to tell everyone at school tomorrow that I got a dad over the summer."

Bradley wrapped him in a hug and just held him for a few seconds. "You can still tell them that. I'm your dad, for sure, kiddo. It doesn't matter if it's not official yet."

"Okay," Everett whispered against Bradley's chest. "But when can I write my name is Everett Bradshaw?"

Anything. Anything in the world. Bradley would do anything for this kid. As he held him and thought about how much his life had changed, he figured the fact that he would do whatever it took to make Everett feel happy and loved was enough to make him a good dad. He'd learn all the other details over time. He would probably make more mistakes and inadvertently teach Ev more bad words. But he would do anything for him.

Bradley kissed the top of his head. "Not quite yet. But you know what? You and your mom can probably both start using Bradshaw for your last name around the same time, so that's good, right?" he asked, his voice not much more than a harsh whisper. Everett hugged him tighter, and Bradley didn't ever want to let go, because he found as much comfort in these hugs as Ev seemed to.

And then that was when you walked into the kitchen to find Bradley with tears in his eyes as Everett clung to him.

"I thought we were trying on our new jerseys?" you asked, and Bradley pulled you into the hug as well.

He smothered your face in kisses before he said, "That's for after dinner. And then we're gonna pack Ev's bag for school and watch Toy Story. But first just let me hold you both."

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The next day was pure chaos. Everett begged Bradley to drop him off at school on his way to North Island, and on your way to work, you answered your phone when you saw that Molly was calling. She was crying.

"What's wrong?" you asked her, trying to navigate your way through traffic, thinking you may have to turn around and head to her condo.

"Bob's being deployed," she sobbed, and your heart clenched.

"When?"

"In a few weeks," she said, sniffling into the phone. "I can't do this without him."

You assumed she meant she couldn't handle her pregnancy on her own, but when you tried to ask, she just cried louder. You could barely understand what she was saying, and you already knew you were going to have to have a conversation with Bradley about having her stay at your house.

"Molly, it's going to be okay. You'll be great, and I'll be around to help you. And so will Bradley."

She laughed through her tears. "My turd-in-law likes me now, because I didn't pack any real clothing for your honeymoon."

You rolled your eyes. "He has always liked you. I think that just made him like you more. Let me call you back later tonight?"

"Okay." Molly's voice was soft and small as you ended the call, and you hated hearing her like that. But you had other important things to take care of.

As you parked your car and made your way into your office, you rolled your eyes at Frank. You had bigger things to deal with than him. Once you were settled at your desk, you debated with yourself about which phone call to make first: Danny or your lawyer. You decided on Danny, and when he answered after seven rings with a groggy hello, you got right to the point.

"Any chance you were planning on responding to the petition I sent you for child support?"

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes, and now you were thankful you caught him first thing in the morning. "I have one hundred and twenty days to comply. And that's according to my expensive lawyer that you're forcing me to pay for. I hope you realize that this would mean there's less money for Everett."

Now you were the one rolling your eyes. "It's already been months, Danny."

"I have one hundred and twenty days," he reiterated, practically snarling at you through the phone. "You'll hear more about it when I'm good and ready. I still can't believe you're trying to destroy my life like this. You weren't money hungry prior to a few months ago. And I could still have that tee ball boyfriend of yours charged for entering my home without permission."

"He's my husband now," you said, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

"Good for you," he replied with a sarcastic chuckle.

"You're right. It's very good for me," you said, raising your voice over his horrible laughter. "I was just calling to let you know that you're about to be served with some papers that will negate the child support petition. And if you don't comply with what I want, I'll drag you through the legal system until you're out of money."

The line went silent, and you had to bite your tongue, forcing him to be the first one to speak again. "What the fuck do you want?"

You took a deep breath and thought about your husband and your son and your sister and how much love was in your life now. "I would like to give you exactly what you hoped for: nothing. I can remove Everett and myself from your life completely if you agree to do something for me."

After another long pause, Danny said, "Name your terms."

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Bradley was anxious to learn how your conversation with your lawyer had gone. But when he got home, it was just you there in your little black skirt and high heels, standing in the kitchen sipping a bottle of tequila.

"Whoa," he said, rushing toward you and taking the bottle out of your hand. But you were smiling.

"I was going to make us some margaritas, but I got carried away," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. Bradley tasted the tang of the liquor on your lips and tongue.

"Does this mean you have good news, Kitten?" He was holding you tight to him, forehead pressed to yours as he waited, hoping to hear what would make him happier than anything else right now.

"What are you doing eight weeks from today?" you asked, raking your fingers gently along his scalp.

"Baby, if you don't tell me right now that I get to adopt Ev in eight weeks, I'm going to cry."

You smiled and pressed your lips to his. "You get to adopt Ev eight weeks from today. We have the date set at the courthouse."

"How?" he asked as his eyes filled with tears. "How did I get this lucky? In less than a week, I got myself a wife and a court date!"

He wasn't sure how he could be this happy and also be crying so much. But when you told him that you got Danny to agree to your terms, he had to wipe away his tears even though he was smiling.

"Where's Ev now?" he asked, kissing along your neck, overcome with so much relief.

"Molly picked him up from school. She's going to bring him home after dinner."

"So, we're alone?" he asked, smiling against the curve of your jaw and hiking up your skirt. "We're alone. Until I invite Molly to come stay with us while Bob is deployed."

Bradley's hand's froze on the bare backs of your thighs. "I'm sorry, what?"

You kissed and nipped at his lips, but he pulled a few inches away from you. "Bob is being deployed."

"Yeah," he replied. "I got that part."

You rolled your eyes and started to unzip his flight suit. "And Molly is going to be lonely and overwhelmed, and I think she might want to come here for a few weeks."

Bradley groaned. "You can't follow up the good news about Everett with this devastating announcement, Kitten."

"Bradley!" you scolded, playfully smacking his chest as he yanked your skirt up until he was palming your ass.

"All I'm saying is that Molly is like this annoying little sister that I never wanted, and even though I do love her, she's going to cramp our style, Baby."

"How so?" you asked, easing your hand down the front of his flight suit and stroking his cock.

"She'll have to sleep in the Phillies room," he whispered. "You know that's where we've been having our quickies."

"Hmm, you're right about that, Coach. Think I could change your mind with a blowjob?"

Bradley grunted and thrust against your hand. He tilted your chin up and kissed you. "Your lips on my cock could get me to agree to anything, and you know it."

You nodded at him with all the confidence in the world before you sank to your knees.

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Spending several weeks waiting was not ideal. Everett was asking nearly every day if it was almost November yet. Now it was barely October, but the three of you had gotten into a routine. Bradley made breakfast every morning while you packed lunches. Then he dropped Everett off at school, and you went to work a little early. When you picked Everett up from school, most days it was just so he could rush through his homework and dinner and spend an hour or two at the park playing and practicing baseball with Bradley.

Your husband was true to his promises. And he seemed to like practicing baseball as much as Everett did. When you joined them one day, the October air was cool enough to trick you into believing you could be somewhere besides southern California. And Everett was hitting Bradley's pitches so hard, it was unbelievable.

"I thought you were the famous Bradshaw?" you called out, teasing Bradley before he threw a pitch. "Don't you pitch for the Navy league? That second grader is kicking your butt."

He glared at you out of the corner of his eye and then dropped his ball and glove and chased you until he caught you in his arms. Your laughter was so loud as he kissed you and tickled you, and you tried to get away, but he was too strong.

"I take it back! I take it back!" you gasped, out of breath from laughing. "You're amazing! The best pitcher I've ever seen."

He conceded by hugging you from behind instead of tickling you. Then he whispered, "I'm not even kidding, Kitten, he's so fucking good at baseball." Then he kissed you one last time and returned to pitch a slider to Everett who looked permanently happy these days. And when he hit the pitch easily, you realized you were permanently happy, too.

But that night, you had to deal with the thing you knew was coming at some point. It was late, and you were in bed with Bradley's mouth on your pussy. You were close, so so so close. But your phone kept ringing softly on your nightstand, and you could tell it was Molly by the ringtone.

"Don't answer it," Bradley grunted, licking a long stripe from your opening to your clit. "You can call her back when I'm done with you."

So you laced your fingers through his pretty curls and rode his face, whining his name as your phone started ringing again. Bradley slowed down his tempo, just like he knew you needed, and when he wrapped his lips around your clit, that prickle of his mustache on your sensitive skin sent you. He squeezed your thighs as you planted your feet, and you came so hard, you were seeing stars. Your knee was shaking. He was unrelenting. Your vision blurred every time you blinked, but a beat later, Bradley's body was wrenched away from yours, and he was out the bedroom door and at the top of the steps with a baseball bat in his hand.

Then you heard Molly's soft voice calling up from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm sorry. It's just me."

You tried to scramble for your clothing, but you realized Bradley had undressed you over by the bathroom. And then you realized that he was standing there in his snug underwear with a massive erection, holding the bat like he was about to take someone's head off with it. He must have heard Molly let herself in the house.

As you located your clothing on the floor, Bradley lowered the bat, nodded and said, "Your sister's here."

"Thanks," you told him, yanking your panties on and slipping into his undershirt. You kissed him quickly as you rushed down the stairs and into the living room where she was standing with a tote bag and a bouquet of those hideous flowers she liked so much. She was crying softly.

"I can't," she whispered, and you wrapped your arms around her. "I can't stay there alone another night. I hate being away from Bob. You know what he did? He got the guy from the gas station to deliver the flowers to me today, because it's the six month anniversary of the first time he said he loved me."

"Oh, Molly," you whispered, kissing her forehead.

"He set this shit up before he left!" she wailed. "I don't even know what he's doing today, because I haven't talked to him in a week. A week! And now I interrupted you having sex, and I can tell Bradley's mad at me."

You held her close. "He's not mad at you, Molly. He just thought you were a burglar or something."

"I'm sorry," she moaned, holding the flowers out to the side so they didn't get crushed. Her belly felt like it had gotten bigger since the last time you saw her, and you patted her there which made her smile.

"Stop apologizing. You can stay with us until Bob gets back." You really should have run that past Bradley before you made such a bold declaration, but you knew he wouldn't fuss too much. Probably. So you coaxed Molly into letting you put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen, and then you led her upstairs to where Bradley was wearing a full set of pajamas and brushing his teeth in your bathroom.

"Coach?" you called out to him softly, and he made eye contact with you in the mirror. "She's going to stay with us." You weren't really asking, and he didn't look upset. He just nodded and then spit out the toothpaste.

"I figured," he said, rinsing his mouth and drying his hands. He kissed you and pulled you in for a hug before adding, "I'll go sleep in the Phillies room for the night. Just tonight. That way you can talk to her so she can fall asleep. But after tomorrow morning, it's all red and white and the letter P everywhere for your sister. I don't fucking care how much she misses Bob. Got it?"

"Got it," you told him with a smile. "You're the best husband in the world."

"I know," he said with a grumble, but he was smiling too. And when he passed Molly in the hallway, she was still holding one of the flowers. He kissed her on the forehead without saying anything else, and then he walked into the Phillies room as Molly climbed in bed with you.

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Everett was up so early on Halloween, Bradley needed to drink two cups of coffee just to keep up with him. "If you're this excited now, I don't know if it's a good idea for you to be collecting copious amounts of candy later." He raised the mug to his lips again as you and Molly walked into the kitchen.

The three of you watched Everett bounce over to the white board on the refrigerator and update it to say that there were just ten days left until his adoption. That meant that Bob would be home in nine days. That also meant that Molly would be out of here in nine days or less, and that did indeed bring a smile to Bradley's face.

It wasn't that he didn't like Molly. He actually loved her. Everett was obsessed with his Aunt Molly, and she loved spending time with him. She was fun and witty, and it brought Bradley joy to pick on her. But she was also messy, and she was eating all of their food, and he couldn't walk around in his underwear as much as he had gotten used to.

But last night, she'd happily taken Everett out for dinner and to the movies for a few hours with Bradley's credit card. And you'd worn your collar and leash for him along with your cat ears and tail, and holy shit, he needed to stop thinking about it right now.

"Morning, Kitten," he grunted as he poured you some coffee.

"Ten more days!" Everett shouted.

"Nine more days!" Molly shouted.

But you bit your lip and pulled a piece of mail out of the tray on the counter. "I thought it would be more fun to open this when we were all together," you said, tearing into the envelope and holding up your new social security card. "But I'm officially a Bradshaw."

"Yes!" Bradley whooped, hoisting you up into his arms as you squealed. Molly and Ev did an obnoxious dance across the kitchen as Bradley kissed your neck and ear while you chanted Bradshaw, Bradshaw.

"Everett will be next! I'm buying us one of those stupid flags people hang from their porch with their last name on it, I don't even care," you said as Bradley set you down, and his lips found yours.

"I love you, Kitten."

That evening, as the four of you got ready to go trick-or-treating, Bradley pulled on his Navy Waves uniform and then buttoned you into one of his Phillies jerseys.

"You'll have to borrow this until we can get you some Phillies gear of your own, Mrs. Bradshaw. Don't spill anything on this one," he muttered. "It's vintage."

You rolled your eyes so hard and then said, "No eating chocolate in it then?"

"No, no, no, absolutely no chocolate. This belonged to my dad."

"Oh," you gasped as he did up the last button. "Then I can't wear it tonight! It's too special."

You reached for the buttons, but Bradley stopped you with his larger hands. "Nah, it's okay, Kitten. Ol' Goose would have wanted you to wear it. I think he'd be happy to see me with you and Ev right now." Actually, Bradley knew both of his parents would have loved you and adored Everett. It was hard for him to think about the way Carole would have doted on her grandson.

The look of awe on your face as you said, "Thank you. No chocolate," made Bradley chuckle.

Then Molly's booming voice in the hallway had you pulling the door open to reveal her standing there dressed as a pregnant umpire. "Are you ready to rumble?!" she shouted into a bullhorn that had you and Bradley covering your ears while Everett chanted and cheered.

"Baseball umpires don't use bullhorns! And they don't say that!" Bradley shouted over the ruckus, but when he reached for it, Molly yanked it away from him.

"This one does," she said into the speaker, and Bradley thought one of them might not make it back tonight.

But it was so hard to be annoyed when the four of you looked like you were ready to play baseball. And then Bradley had you take a photo of him kneeling down on the porch next to Everett dressed as a Phillies player. The photo was so sweet, he immediately set it as his lock screen.

"Are we ready to go?" Molly asked using the bullhorn, and Bradley gritted his teeth. "Ev, that's a foul for looking so cute in your Halloween costume. You owe me a Snickers bar for that."

"That's not what umpires do," Bradley ground out, digging around in the massive bowl of candy that you had set on the porch steps, searching for the only thing that might make Molly stop.

"And my sister gets a red card for leaving the candy on the porch," she added through the speaker. "That'll get stolen by the first kid that comes by. Rookie mistake. I used to do that with my friends."

You just shook your head as Bradley said, "There aren't even red cards-"

But Molly turned the horn toward him. "And Bradley gets a foul for being a turd."

But then his fingers wrapped around the king sized Hershey's bar and he waved it in her face. "I'll trade you this for the bullhorn, Molly. Make good decisions."

She eyed him with trepidation, but he knew that candy was her weakness now more than ever. She'd finished a whole bag of fun sized Kit Kats two nights ago, and Bradley had to go to Target to replenish the Halloween supply. When Molly lunged for the Hershey's bar, Bradley quickly grabbed the bullhorn and shoved it discreetly into the shrubs as she immediately opened the wrapper.

And after that, he had a pretty great night. Everett collected three pillowcases full of candy, and Molly ate it along the way while she repeatedly yelled, "Strike three, you're out!" every time Bradley tried to give you a kiss. But he was happy that Molly was having a night where she wasn't constantly thinking about Bob.

"Can we get a family photo next to that huge inflatable pumpkin?" you asked, pointing at the lawn decoration in front of the last house on the street. Everett went running for the pumpkin, all hopped up on sugar.

"Yep," Bradley said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Molly held her hand out to take it from him, but he shook his head. "You need to be in the family photo, too." So he flagged down another dad who agreed to take the picture for them, and you slipped your arm around his waist and gave him a kiss just after the photo was taken.

"Thanks, Coach," you whispered, your soft voice right next to his ear.

"Thanks, turd," Molly told him, trying to hide the tears she was swiping at as she turned to chase Everett down the sidewalk yelling about interference and personal fouls.

But it was after everyone got home and Everett and Molly were sound asleep that Bradley's night got even better. He was tired, he really was, but as soon as you very carefully unbuttoned and removed his vintage Phillies jersey, you looked at him and licked your lips.

"Kitten?" he asked softly, his cock already very interested in what might be happening next.

You closed your eyes and said, "I bought something I wanted to try on for you."

Bradley groaned, ready to beg. "Yes," he grunted, and you were pushing him toward the bed as he got undressed down to his underwear.

"Close your eyes. No peeking," you whispered, turning on the soft bedside lamp and turning off the overhead light. So he closed his eyes and listened to you flitting around the room, opening drawers and the closet door. His hand was down the front of his boxer shorts, and he was stroking himself when he felt your warm lips meet his. He moaned softly, "Can I look yet, Kitten?"

Once you were straddling his waist, your ass rubbing his cock through his underwear, you whispered, "My name is Lieutenant Kitten," and his eyes opened immediately. You were wearing his khaki uniform shirt, complete with his Bradshaw name tag. His favorite pair of aviators were perched low on your nose, and his dog tags were tucked between your breasts, hidden by the shirt.

"You're the sexiest naval officer I have ever seen," Bradley promised, skimming his rough fingertips down your soft thigh, bent knee and calf. He smirked as you raised his hand to your lips and kissed his wedding band. "Lieutenant Kitten."

As you leaned forward to kiss his lips, Bradley noticed some dark green lace peeking out from the collar of the khaki shirt, and he started working on the buttons as you licked the seam of his lips.

He felt the fabric before he saw it. You were covered in green lace from your tits down to your pussy, and he was already nudging it to the side, dying to know how wet you were.

"You're in charge, Lieutenant," he whispered, his voice harsh. "What would you like me to do?"

"You better make me cum."

He moaned as you lifted your hips, and he slipped that finger right inside you. So warm and silky. The bodysuit fit you like a dream, and you were leaning back, hands on his thighs, letting him watch your pussy sink down around two of his fingers now. You were rolling your hips slowly, making Bradley throb, but he was determined to give you exactly what you wanted first.

God, had you ever been this wet before? You were practically dripping. "Does that feel good, Lieutenant?" he asked.

"Keep going. Keep going."

With three fingers now inside you and his thumb on your clit, Bradley worked you over at a leisurely pace that had him almost in a trance. The way you were moving looked obscene, like he was viewing something so sexy, so filthy, it was taboo. He was barely moving his hand now, just listening to your little grunts and moans as they got louder while you fucked yourself on his hand.

"God damn," he whispered, tapping your clit softly each time you withdrew to his fingertips, earning him a little gasp.

"Bradley," you whined, getting a little louder now as you tilted your head forward to look him in the eye. Your grip tightened on his thighs, and his cock was demanding a fair share of your body, but he could tell you were close to orgasm.

"Baby," he whined, your slick coating him and glistening as you rocked your body forward one, two, three more times, and then your pussy clenched, grabbing at his fingers. "Fuck."

"Oh my god!" you whined, lips parted, gasping as you jerked yourself along his fingers.

"I need to fuck you," he said, nodding his head. "Please?"

"Yes," you gasped, easing yourself onto your back, legs spread wide. He pushed that little bit of green lace to the side and coated his cock with the wetness on his hand, and then he fucked you. And he fucked you so hard, your back arched. And then he fucked you even harder, your tits bouncing free of the bodysuit while he shoved his still slick fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.

He didn't last; he knew he wouldn't. Not with you in brand new lingerie and his shirt. Not with the chain of his dog tags tangled up with your paw print necklace. He filled you up with his cum as he leaned down, easing his fingers out of your mouth and replacing them with his tongue. Everything was back to that languid pace you'd set earlier as you dragged your fingers through his hair and tasted his mouth.

Bradley pulled away to look at your pretty face, and you smiled as you ran your fingers along the scars on his cheek. "Did you enjoy your Halloween, Coach?"

With a kiss to the tip of your nose, Bradley pulled himself free from your body and collected you against his chest. He carefully leaned back against his pillow, holding you close with you still in his khaki shirt. "I did," he said thoughtfully, rubbing your arm. "I...well, I know it's kind of silly, but the last time I spent a Halloween with my dad was when I was three, and now I'm a dad."

"That's not silly," you told him. "And you're not just any dad. You're the best."

He held you tight. "You think Ev is going to make us dress as baseball players again next year?"

"Oh, one hundred percent."

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urb3stg1rl · 22 days ago

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90s Shawn Michaels SFW Alphabet

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very physically affectionate!!

Random and sometimes overstimulating physical touch.

A neurodivergent/touch sensitive partner may just have to learn to coexist with 90s Shawn’s need for touch.

He seems like the type to randomly touch/tap you and keep some type of contact with you for emotional comfort

(ie. sitting beside you and leaning in so that your arms are touching, manspreading so that his knee touches yours)

B - Bonding (what is their favourite bonding activity with their partner?)

This man is soooo low maintenance… bonding with him is a case of beer in the backseat of his truck while you two drive around aimlessly.

Depending on what his day was like, he may want total silence, you silent with the radio quietly humming in the background, or the radio up with you two yapping back and forth.

Make sure he brought his chew with him or he WILL drop everything and go back to the house to grab them.

You two also bond over junk food.

This man doesn’t get to indulge in his sweet tooth very often but when he does, he goes IN. It’s a whole event and you’re apart of it.

C - Cuddles (how do they cuddle with their partner?)

This man thrives off of physical touch so cuddles are always a must

As long as some part of his skin is touching yours, he’s satisfied. He doesn’t need to crawl in your skin but he wants to feel you.

He likes to face you, so no big spoon/little spoon

however, he def likes being little spoon so that his hair can get played with.

Hes on his back as you two lay down, holding you against his chest like a child does a teddy bear, his chin resting on top of your head.

D - Dates (do they prefer flashy or casual dates?)

Remember those drives with a case of beer in the backseat… yeah…. That’s your date, babe.

If you make a big enough fuss, he’ll take you out to eat somewhere in his hometown.

Shawn’s not cooking a romantic meal a home. Not saying he’s going to burn the kitchen down, but something will just taste wrong.

Like that one time he managed to make the alfredo taste like soap and you winded up ordering takeout anyways…

Now, his cheat days every Friday? That could be a date night.

He takes you to the store so you can both grab whatever unhealthy snacks you want (he’s getting pizza and cookies every time). Expect to have all the cookies, the pizza, chips, and ice creams, soda, gummies, etc spread out on the coffee table while you two pig out and watch a movie.

he’s low maintenance and will turn anything into a date night and have it at home…

so, moral of the story: you’re responsible for date night…

E - Ending (How would they end things with their partner)

Bro is calling you and breaking up over the phone…

he’s too socially anxious and non confrontational outside of the ring when he’s sober.

He already knows your day-to-day schedule, so it’s too easy to just call you when he knows you’ll be at home and won’t have work the next day…

at least he’s considerate enough to not send you to work with a broken heart??

F - Feelings & Fiancé (who caught feelings first? How committed is he? Does he want to marry you?)

He caught feelings first.

He saw you across the way and couldn’t take his eyes off you.

Once he realized that you guys worked at/lived at/frequented the same place near each other, he found joy in those few seconds he saw you every day.

Not in a creep way, but in a “I really, really, really like this person and I don’t know if I’m good enough for them” type of way. “Look at them, all put together, and look at me” type of vibe.

When he finally gets the balls to come up to you or you come up to him, hell yeah he wants to marry you! Why NOT get married? Makes no difference to him. It’s kinda a no brainer for 90s Shawn because he's really not taking it that serious

“Why wouldn’t you want to get married to someone you love” is his mindset… but he also loved you after the second date… take it how you will.

G - Generosity (how often do they give their parter gifts? what are their gifts like)

Trivial or superficial showy shit doesn’t seem to matter to this man.

Bro got a 1996 Ferrari and that was the last time we saw him with luxury shit, so you getting a Chanel bag on a random Sunday is out of the question.

He will, however, make sure you have the COOLEST & HOTTEST cassette tape and CD collection for your car.

Apparently there was this music shop in SATX that Shawn used to frequent for cassettes and CDs of his favorite music like once or twice a month.

While you will see this man in the same button up shirt, same hat, and same shoes, he likes his partner to be dolled up. Whatever you like to wear, you’ll have plenty of it.

You looked at that shirt for 1.5 seconds? He went back to the store later and bought it in multiple colors for you.

The foodie in him is constantly bringing you sweet treats on his way home that he can’t eat because of his diet. He’s living vicariously through you.

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

This man thrives on insignificant, damn near, constant physical touch. He will always take a hug. Every greeting comes with a hug.

Depending on your height, he’s a back of the header grabber most times. But if you’re taller than him, this short king is used to being the little spoon in a hug.

He’s sliding his hands around your waist every time he’s excited to see you. He loves touching your hips and patting your ass.

I - I love you (who said it first? how long did it take)

Unless you are the final boss of I hate my bf, you say it first. And he’ll happily say it back! But he’s not saying it first unless you make him.

If you say it a bit early for his taste, he’ll say it back with an odd look and a sweet chuckle but still mean it.

If you are the “I hate my bf” final boss and just have a hard time expressing your love, forcing him to say it first, he’ll say it like a question… like a test.

He’s sure you love him. You gotta love him at this point… right? “___, I love you?” just to see if you’ll say it back.

J - Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

Shawn is a big loyalty guy. If he’s having a problem with someone, you should stand beside him and limit your interactions with them.

This can end up becoming a bit of an issue when you’re with a guy who is picking fights with literally everyone and isolating himself, in turn isolating you.

On a lighter note, he’s also an attention whore.

Don’t watch another wrestlers matches without watching his!! While Shawn doesn’t care to watch his matches for anything but taking notes, he wants you to watch his matches whether you’re on the road with him or on tv. He’ll pitch a bitch fit if you don’t.

What do his jealous bitch fits look like? Shawn isn’t going to completely ice you. He might give you the cold shoulder but he’s also throwing sly little comments over his shoulder too. He’s mumbling slick shit under his breath and pretending he didn’t say it.

“why don’t you ride with Bret to the next show since you liked that knee drop he did so much?”

K - Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?

This man is a plain Jane kisser. There is no getting hot and heavy from a makeout sesh with him…

He’ll kiss you anywhere that’s close to him.

You’re standing between his legs as he sits, facing him or away? You’re getting a kiss on your stomach or back.

But he’s a peck type of man. HOWEVER, when it comes to kissing him?? Oh baby. Kiss him anywhere. Actually, kiss him everywhere all of the time. He loves that shit.

L - Love Language (what’s their love language?)

TOUCH!! How many times do I have to say it?

He’s always holding your hand, has a hand on your back, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, doodling on your thigh with his fingers.

M - Mornings (What are mornings like with them)

This man is on the road 250 days a year at the very least; closer to 300 days a year. That’s not including when he’s home and still in the gym and dieting.

While on the road, he’s starting his day at the local Gold’s Gym in town.

He’ll probably bring you someone from the hotel’s continental breakfast once he gets back.

But Shawn is a star and to keep that star status, he’s always working. The most time you can get out of this man while he’s on the road is showering together or eating together.

When he isn’t on the road, his morning workout seeps into his at home routine too because it’s what he’s used to. But if he’s at home, he’s off.

So the mornings can be more lax and he might wait to workout so that he can slowly wake up with you instead of before you.

He’ll play with your hair, scratch your scalp, or run his fingers up and down your back until you wake.

If you like oatmeal, he’ll make enough of his so that you can have some and eat it with you at the dining table before he leaves.

He’ll even cut up fruit to put in your bowl.

N - Nicknames (what nicknames do they give their partner? What nicknames do they get in return?)

…he’s gonna call you by your name. “Sweetheart” if he’s feeling adventurous.

Actually, sweetheart might be quite frequent but, surprisingly, he’s extremely uncreative outside of the business.

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

At first, you aren’t even sure if this man knows you exist.

You might even question if you drank some type of invisibility potion with the way he walks past you without acknowledgment.

But after you two are dating, he’s up your ass.

He knows he loves you, you know he loves you, and so does everyone else. He’s constantly holding your hand in public (in private too).

it might be a "staking my claim"/ "this is mine" thing

P - Patience (how easily do they get angry? What ticks them off?)

Talking positively about other wrestlers, especially the Hart Foundation, will tick him off. And if you keep going, he will say something.

Shawn will admit everyone's talent and say how he wouldn’t want to work with anyone else, but the man is a D1 hater.

He’s V*nce's golden child of WWE and he will take it personally if you like another wrestler too much for his liking.

It won’t take much for him either. All you have to do is tell Steve Austin that his promo was really good that night and Shawn is speed walking ahead of you outside of the arena and to the car.

Talking about some “That’s his job: to cut a good promo. It was okay at BEST” under his breath.

Other than that, it's not that Shawn gets angry, it's that he's sensitive and will take everything personally.

Q - Quizzes (how much do they remember about their partner)

He remembers your favorite foods!!

Not that he cooks it for you, but it will order it as takeout for you!

And your favorite shows.

If there’s a favorite moment from a show you like, he’ll quote it to you or act it out with you all the time to make you laugh or just see a smile on your face.

He also has your measurements committed to memory, this includes ring size and wrist size for watches.

Shawn loves a good watch and what he loves for himself, he loves for you.

R - Remember (what’s their favourite memory with their partner?)

He loves his junk food nights with you, specifically when you both bake the most outrageous things.

The you introduced him to slutty brownies changed his life. He tells everyone about how genius you are and how you’re going to be the reason he gains 20 pounds.

Brownie batter mixed with cookie dough and Oreos in the middle?! He’ll never forget it.

Or the ice cream bar you two did one Friday night?

He loaded his chocolate ice cream up with m&ms, marshmallows, sprinkles, chocolate sauce, and caramel and paid for it with a stomach ache…

S - Sad (how do they like to be comforted?)

When Shawn is sad, the whole world must end. You have gear up and lace up your boots to go into this battle because there is no consoling this man when he gets into a dark place.

Play with his hair, tell him the botch could’ve been way worse, be a yes person. Adamantly, and I mean VEHEMENTLY, oppose any negative thing that he has to say about himself. It’s the only thing that works.

He doesn’t want an ear or a shoulder, he wants and needs a yes person to reassure him.

So if that botch was the worst thing you’ve ever seen in your life, suddenly that was the best that move was ever done and no one could’ve done it better.

T - Tend (How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?)

He’s a lost puppy if you’re sick and extremely unaware of self.

Constantly pestering you to see if you need anything… at least you know that if you DO need something, he’ll get it?

He’s so attentive but he goes overboard with it without actually offering any help.

And when he’s sick? This poor wittle baby.

Shawn will take concussions, a broken back, stitches, etc. but god forbid he has a sore throat. The whole world must end when Shawn Michaels has a tickle in his throat.

U - Ugly (what would be some bad habits or bad personality traits of theirs?)

I’ve skimmed past it during this whole thing… but we all know. ANYWHO.

This man is also a gambler and not even a cool one!!

He goes to the slots, like man… At least go to the table and play some blackjack, but whatever.

Strip bars are also something he enjoys, unless his partner nips that in the bud.

Then he’s looking longingly at his buddies as they leave the venue to go without him.

He’s also extremely sensitive outwardly.

His feelings are hurt and you're gonna know. Not because he tells you but because he looks like a kicked dog or an angry toddler.

He hurt his own feelings and it’s always someone else’s fault.

He’s an overly sensitive and petty bitch… those two don’t go well together but you love the man anyways.

V - Vanity (how much do they care about their looks?)

Well… do I have to say it? We all know that Shawn loves Shawn.

You think that man just had Rapunzel hair without the work?? No, he’s using up ALL of your shampoo.

When he’s at home, he’s back in his shorts and boots and a tank… terrible fashion sense.

BUT his hair will look like it belongs in a Pantene commercial, his skin is impeccable because he washes his face morning and night with water, and he has no idea what 3-in-1 soap is.

The sun visor is constantly down in his truck, not because the sun is blinding, but because he needs the mirror to make sure there isn’t anything in his teeth.

And my god! The amount of floss this man goes through??

And the amount of floss you find throughout the house… yeah…

W - Wild Card (whatever you headcannon about them)

Surprise but this overly confident WWE stripper is sad about EVERYTHING!

Insecure and sensitive. When he’s with you, in a safe space, it shows.

He plops down next to you with a sigh, dramatically turns his head to look at you, and then lets it all out.

Whether it be the mole under his eye, his height (he wears shoe inserts, tell me i'm wrong), or his bad rep in the locker room, the only thing saving his self esteem is his undeniable talent and the ability to lean on you.

But with this comes being a hype man. He needs you to tell him that his beauty mark is attractive, that he isn’t that short, and that he’s a good person.

X - Xray (How easily can they read you?)

This man can’t read you for shit. Sorry.

You need to spell out your emotions for him. Sit him down and explain how you’re feeling and make sure he doesn’t get distracted on you.

Don’t get me wrong, he cares! He wants to understand and he can sometimes pick up on when you’re huffing and puffing that something is pissing you off, but he’s lost altogether.

Y - Yearning (how do they act when they miss their partner?)

All those times Shawn was borderline harassing/pestering Diesel, Hunter, or Chyna in the ring like a bad ass kid? Yeah, it was because he had gone too long without seeing you.

Now they have to deal with his dependency on physical touch.

They're calling your house phone and begging you to get on a plane and give Shawn a hug or a kiss. SOMETHING! He won’t stop jumping on, poking at, or just being overly active with anyone in sight.

He needs you and everybody knows it

Z - ZzZ (how do they like to sleep?)

Shawn is an undiagnosed insomniac.

He’s often wired after shows which is great in turn because he spends nights driving on the road anyways. And if he’s not driving on the road, he’s going to a club, bar, or casino anyways.

But for the few days of the year that he’s home with you or you’re with him in a hotel, he’s not sleeping and this messes with your sleep schedule.

The best he can do for you is channel surf with the tv on mute to keep his hands and eyes busy or go outside with a tin of chews and look at the night sky.

His dog does sleep on the foot of the bed and I guarantee you that Shawn will wind up playing tug on the with the covers or something as you sleep.

Shawn and sleep don’t naturally go together most night unless there’s something else intervening. But if he can sleep, he’s out cold wherever he lands.

#shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels fanfiction #shawn michaels wwe #wwe hbk #heartbreak kid #wwe smackdown #wwf fanfiction #shawn michaels headcannons #wwe headcannons

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Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 12

chapter warnings: smut again i just can't help myself lmao (and this is kind of a filler chapter haha, and i wrote it before i changed the plot so sorry if it feels kinda out of place!)

a vinny drum stream would fix me rn i've had a week from hell, and i haven't even had the time to write which always makes me feel better :( anyways i kinda love this chapter it's pretty chaotic, editing it felt like a fever dream lmao

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Neither of you talked about what happened after that night. You pretended it never even happened, not to each other, but it always played on both your minds. Neither of you wanted to talk about it out of fear. You knew it shouldn’t have happened, but you both enjoyed it, so why was it such a problem?

You could hear Vin watching something on his phone, assuming he must be sat on the couch, as you walked down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Vin asked, stopping you in your tracks as you reached for your keys.

You glanced up to see him sprawled out on the couch- in the very spot it happened- one arm behind his head, the other holding his phone. His eyes were still glued to the screen, like he was only half-invested in the conversation, but you knew better.

“Grocery store.” That got his attention. His head snapped up, a smirk on his lips.

“Finally.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, your eyes narrowing.

“Nothing… Just that you’ve been living off my food for days now.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your keys.

“Whatever, asshole. I'll text you when I'm on my way back.” You laughed, turning to the door.

“Can I come?” Vin asked, sitting up.

That made you pause.

“To the grocery store?”

“Yeah.” He stood, stretching his arms over his head, his shirt riding up just slightly to expose a sliver of skin. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

You hesitated, knowing full well that letting him tag along would mean constant distractions and a cart full of junk food, but the way he was already grabbing his shoes like it was a done deal made it clear you didn’t have much of a choice.

“Fine.” You sighed, though a part of you was happy to have him join you. "But we can't be too long, I've got plans tonight."

Vinny grinned, pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping his shoes on.

…

You regretted it immediately.

The moment you stepped into the store, Vinny was like a kid let loose in a candy shop.

“Do we need these? I think we've run out of this flavour.” He held up a pack of pop tarts.

“No, put it back.”

He dropped it into the cart anyway.

“Vinny!”

“What?” He grinned. “You’ll eat them too.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, pushing the cart forward as he trailed beside you, tossing in things you definitely didn’t need. Chips, cookies, some different flavoured energy drinks. Every time you tried to put something back, he’d snatch it away from you and toss it back in with a look of pure defiance.

“You realise all this stuff is bad for you, right?”

“Yeah, and?” He shrugged, popping open a bag of gummy bears and throwing one into his mouth before you could stop him.

“Vin! You can’t eat that before paying for it!”

He only smirked.

“What you gonna do about it?”

“I should’ve left you at home.” You groaned.

As you made your way through the store, Vinny found ways to make it as annoying as possible- suddenly stepping in front of the cart so you had to stop, grabbing random items and insisting you needed them, playing obnoxious tiktok audios on his phone way too loudly.

It was like going shopping with a child.

It was worse than going shopping with a child.

You turned the corner and immediately slowed your pace, recognising the aisle.

Vinny followed behind, but stopped when he saw where you were headed.

“Wait. Is this…?”

“Yes,” you sighed. “The period aisle.”

He blinked at the endless wall of pastel packaging like it was an alien language.

“Christ. Don't they all do the same thing? Why are there so many options?”

You scanned the shelves, before muttering,

“Shit- I forgot painkillers. Can you grab me the night time pads? It should be a purple pack, and make sure it's the one with wings.”

“Purple pack. Wings. Got it.” He nodded like he’d just been given a military mission.

You took off toward the pharmacy section while he turned back to the shelf, immediately overwhelmed.

Ten seconds later, your phone buzzed.

Vinny: I’m sorry but this is possibly the only time I'm going to get the opportunity to actually say this

Vinny: Babe I'm in the pad aisle what size pussy you wear

You stared at your screen, horrified and laughing all at once.

You found the painkillers you needed, then returned to the aisle to find him standing there with five different packs in hand, looking like a lost child.

“Vin...”

“I panicked.”

You took the right one from him and dumped the rest back on the shelf.

“You had one job.”

“I tried! But they all had different numbers and I had too google what it meant, then suddenly I was knee-deep in absorbency levels and wondering if I needed a menstrual engineering degree.”

You shook your head, biting back a grin.

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the best,” he corrected. “Also, wings? Fancy. Your vagina deserves air travel.”

“Vinny.”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the cart again.

“Come on. And don’t say ‘vagina’ in public again. Or anywhere-”

“VAG-”

You smacked a hand over his mouth before he could finish, laughing anyway.

You tried to avoid the seasonal aisle after spotting a giant teddy bear. You hoped Vin didn't see it, but when you heard his gasp and saw him point at something, you knew what it was going to be.

“I’m getting this.” He picked it up, it was almost as big as him.

You stared at him, deadpan.

“Vin. You’re a grown man.”

“And? You still sleep with stuffed animals.”

You sighed- he had a point. And you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t cute.

“Fine. Put it in the cart. But that's it.”

Vinny grinned victoriously, tossing it in like he’d just won a battle.

By the time you made it to checkout, the cart was a disaster. Half your items you actually needed for the week were buried under bags of chips, candy, and now the giant teddy.

“You’re paying for all your shit.” You informed him as you started packing it away into bags.

Vinny raised an eyebrow.

“But you invited me.”

“I did not. You invited yourself.”

“You let me come. Same thing.”

You groaned, shoving the bag of open gummy bears at him.

“Then at least hold your own junk.”

Vinny only laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders as he grabbed the bag.

“You love me.”

“I tolerate you.” You smirked, but didn’t push him away.

As you loaded everything into the car, an idea crossed your mind.

You weren’t done shopping just yet.

“I’m not ready to go home yet.”

Vinny leaned against the car.

“So where to next?”

You thought for a moment, then grinned.

“Wanna go to the mall?”

“Are you buying me something?”

“No.” You snorted.

Vin sighed dramatically, but still opened the car door and got in.

…

The mall was packed, full of couples, groups of teenagers, and parents wrangling their kids from store to store. You weaved through the crowd, Vinny trailing behind you, holding your bags for you after you bought something.

“Look at you, being a gentleman.” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Just don’t make me hold anything embarrassing.”

You smirked.

“Define embarrassing.”

Vinny gave you a wary look, and you decided now was the perfect time to take things up a notch.

The moment you passed a lingerie store, you stopped.

Vinny, who had been focused on his phone, didn’t realise where you were leading him at first. But when he noticed you weren’t walking anymore, he turned, following your gaze to the store.

“Oh, no. No way.”

You glanced at him, feigning innocence.

“What?”

He gestured vaguely to the store, looking mildly horrified.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he said, already taking a step back, “I should not be in there with you.”

You tilted your head.

“Why? Friends can shop for lingerie together, right? Me and Ang do it all the time!”

Vinny squinted.

“You are evil.”

You didn’t wait for him to come up with another excuse. You just grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

As you walked in, you were met with displays of lace and silk. Vinny stiffened beside you, eyes darting everywhere except at what was hanging on the racks.

“You can wait outside if you want.” You offered, knowing full well he wouldn’t.

He scoffed, still continuing to follow on behind you.

“Okay. Suit yourself.” You smirked.

You took your time browsing, running your fingers over delicate fabrics, considering different sets. Every so often, you glanced at Vinny, who was clearly uncomfortable and a little flustered but trying to act like he wasn’t.

At one point, you held up a black lace set.

“What do you think?”

His jaw tightened.

“I think I’m in hell.”

You laughed, setting it back down, before grabbing a dark red set (his favourite colour, if you remember correctly) and holding it against your body, tilting your head as you inspected yourself in the mirror.

You pretended not to notice how Vin bit down on his lip as he watched you in the mirror.

“That one’s pretty.” You heard him say, and you pretended like you couldn’t feel your cheeks heating up.

“You think I should get it?”

“And who would you be wearing it for?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For me,” you scoffed. “Can’t a girl want to look hot for herself?”

You meet his gaze in the mirror, and something in his eyes made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

It lasts for only a second before Vinny clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Are you done torturing me yet?”

You bite back a grin.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m buying this one.”

As you make your way to the checkout, Vinny follows close behind, and as you are about to take out your card to pay, he stops you, handing you his own.

You feel your heart skip a beat as he pays for it, pretending you don’t notice the way his gaze lingers on the bag as you take it.

…

“The guys are coming over for dinner, right?” You asked Vin as he walked into the kitchen, filling his glass up with water.

“Yeah, we could order takeout though if there isn’t enough-”

“No! I’ve made plenty for everyone.” You laughed, stirring the pan of pasta.

“D’ya need any help?” Vin asked after a pause.

“No, it’s fine. You’re streaming anyway, I don’t want to steal you away from the fans.”

“I just ended it actually,” he said, leaning against the counter as he took a sip from his glass, “They’ll be here soon so I thought I’d get off early.”

“Well if that’s the case, I could do with some help…”

By the time dinner was done, the kitchen smelled incredible. You were just plating up when the door knocked. Vinny shot you a glance as he wiped his hands on a dish towel.

“That’ll be the guys.” He said, walking to the door in no rush.

He opened it, letting his friends in as he greeted them.

“Hey, chef!” AJ greeted, as he passed the kitchen.

You waved at him, but then you suddenly spotted the pink bag in the hallway that you had forgotten to put away. You had been too caught up in cooking to even take it up to your room after coming home… and AJ noticed, and followed your gaze.

His smirk was instant.

“Ooooh, what do we have here?”

Your stomach dropped.

Before you could move, he grabbed it, holding it up with an exaggerated wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Someone went lingerie shopping.”

Vinny, who had just reached into the fridge, froze. His eyes darted to you, then to the bag, then back to you. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“AJ. Put that down!” You warned.

AJ, of course, did not put it down. Instead, he turned to Vinny, wiggling his eyebrows.

“So? Is this for you, or should we be concerned about some new mystery man in our life?”

“Oh, she’s got one,” Emil piped up, grinning. “Ciaran.”

Vinny scoffed, finally moving again as he grabbed a few beers from the fridge, and handed them out.

“Please. He’s a fucking joke.”

AJ’s eyes gleamed with mischief.

“You sound pretty confident about that.”

Vinny cracked open his beer, shooting you a look.

“Tell them. Tell them how fucking boring he is.”

You frowned, taking the bag from AJ and shoving it aside.

“No! He’s nice.”

Emil leaned forward.

“So when are you next seeing him?”

“Tonight actually." You admitted, grabbing your own drink, and ignoring how Vin almost choked on his beer.

“Since when?” Vin’s eyebrows furrowed, but AJ butted in before you could say anything.

“Perfect. We’re coming too!” He grinned.

You blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh yeah,” Emil nodded. “We’re gonna check this guy out, make sure he’s good enough for you!”

Vinny’s expression changed, and now his smirk was downright evil.

“Oh, we should absolutely do that.”

You glared at all of them.

“You guys are the worst.”

“It’s called caring.” AJ smiled innocently.

As dinner went on, the teasing didn’t stop. Every time you thought they’d moved on, someone would drop another sly comment, and Vinny, the little shit, just kept adding fuel to the fire.

And then by the time dinner was finally over, you were seriously reconsidering your life choices.

Vinny leaned back in his chair, beer in hand, and smirked at you.

“So, what time are you meeting him?”

“In about an hour.” You said, checking the time.

AJ wiggled his eyebrows.

“Plenty of time for us to get ready and tag along. Are you dressing up? Should we dress up?”

You groaned.

“You guys are not coming.”

“Too late,” Emil grinned, stretching his arms behind his head. “We’ve already decided.”

Vinny chuckled, clearly loving the chaos.

“Come on, y/n. It’ll be fun.”

“For who?!” You shot him a glare.

“...For us.” He said simply, taking a sip of his beer.

You huffed, standing up to take your plate to the sink.

“You guys are the worst, y'know that?”

“And yet, you still love us,” AJ teased, nudging Vinny after you had disappeared. “So, what do you think? We show up, sit at the bar, and keep an eye on things?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Vinny nodded, feigning seriousness.

…

You sat opposite Ciaran at a small table in the corner of the bar, hoping that the guys wouldn’t spot you when they inevitably turned up.

The night was going by very well so far, you were getting to know Ciaran better, and he was nothing like what Vin painted him out to be. He was fun, he was kind, he was attractive.

But then again, he wasn’t Vinny.

“...So that’s when I said nah I can’t do this anymore and I had to leave.”

“And then did the band break up because of that?”

“No,” Ciaran sighed, sitting back in his chair, beer in his hand, “I think everyone was just ready to move on, do their own thing.”

That was when you spotted them.

Vinny, AJ, and Emil strolled into the bar like they owned the place, they already had a few drinks back at home so they were louder than usual, laughing and nudging each other as they scanned the room. You froze, trying to sink into your seat before they could spot you, but it was no use. AJ’s eyes landed on you first, and his grin was instant.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” You muttered under your breath.

“What?” Ciaran asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“I apologise for anything they say or what they do, they have good intentions I swear.”

“Who?” He laughs.

Before you could answer, Emil was already waving, and AJ, because he was the absolute worst, gave an exaggerated gasp and pointed at you like he’d just uncovered some grand conspiracy.

Vinny, of course, was the last to look. When he did, his smirk was lazy, teasing, like he’d been expecting this exact moment.

Ciaran turned back to you, brows raised.

“Are they friends of yours?”

“Unfortunately,” you sighed. “Just… Please ignore them.”

Like he could possibly ignore them.

Vinny led the charge, striding over, AJ and Emil right behind him.

“Y/n!” He grinned, pulling out the empty chair next to you and sat down without asking, draping an arm over the back of it like he belonged there.

“Vin, you’re drunk, go home.” You muttered under your breath, but he didn’t listen.

“Well, well, well,” AJ mused, giving Ciaran a once-over. “Look at this.”

Ciaran blinked, clearly thrown off by the sudden intrusion.

“Uh, hey?”

AJ and Emil pulled up chairs and joined the three of you.

“So you’re Ciaran.” Emil nodded slowly.

Ciaran shot you a questioning look, and you groaned.

“Ignore them,” you repeated, shooting Vinny a glare, “They’re idiots. And they’re drunk! And I told them to stay at home!”

“Nah, we’re just looking out for our girl. Making sure you’re, you know… up to standard.” Vinny just smirked, picking up the cocktail menu and flipping through it like he had all the time in the world.

Ciaran let out a small chuckle, clearly trying to keep things light.

“Well, that’s sweet, I guess.”

“Isn’t it?” Emil grinned.

AJ turned to you.

“So, what do we think? Any red flags yet?”

“No! You’re my red flag.” You shot back, earning a laugh from Vinny.

Ciaran, to his credit, handled it well.

“I promise I have good intentions, I like y/n a lot and I promise I’m nothing but kind and respectful,” he said, looking at you with a small smile. “No need to interrogate me.”

Vinny scoffed.

“Oh, this isn’t an interrogation.”

“Oh?” Ciaran raised a brow. “What is it, then?”

Vinny smirked, tilting his head slightly.

“A test.”

You groaned again.

“I hate all of you. Ciaran I’m so sorry.”

Ciaran smirked.

“You seem to know me, but you guys haven’t introduced yourselves.” He chuckled, sipping his beer.

“I’m AJ, this is Emil and Vinny. We’re y/n’s full time besties, part time wingmen.” He grinned.

“Not after tonight you’re not.” You groaned.

“Oh… I thought I recognised you,” Ciaran nodded at Vin, “You left with him the first time we met.”

Shit.

“Uh, yeah that’s Vin…”

“The guy you live with?”

“Yep.” Vinny smiled, leaning back in his chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. “That’s me.”

Ciaran nodded, seemingly unfazed.

“Cool. I figured.”

You didn’t like where this was going. You could practically feel Vinny’s smugness radiating off of him.

AJ, trying to keep things light, leaned forward. You could tell he genuinely wanted to get to know Ciaran, to make sure he was good enough for you.

“So, Ciaran, tell us more about yourself. What do you do?”

Ciaran shrugged.

“I work in the music industry, I heard you guys do too… I’m a writer and producer. I used to play in a band, but that fell apart a couple years ago.”

Emil’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, nice. What did you play?”

“Guitar,” Ciaran said. “I did some vocals, too.”

“Sick,” Emil grins, “I play guitar too.”

“Well, you probably already know but I’m a drummer,” Vin brags, sitting back in his chair, legs slightly spread, “I play for Motionless in White actually, you might've seen us play at Wrestlemania last year... What band were you in?”

You could feel him getting competitive so you shot him a look.

“Vin, stop.”

“What?” He said innocently, taking another sip of his drink as Ciaran talked about his old band.

“...I just like making music. I wasn’t really happy in the band but it was all I knew.”

Emil, who was actually interested now, asked,

“You still play?”

“Yeah, just for fun.”

AJ nodded approvingly.

“That’s cool, man.”

You relaxed a little. Okay, maybe they were going to behave. But you weren't so sure about Vinny.

Then he leaned in.

“So, Ciaran,” he drawled, “if you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be?”

You groaned.

“Vin, oh my god, seriously?”

But Ciaran played along, tilted his head in thought.

“Uh… chill, I guess? Thoughtful. And… I dunno, easygoing?”

Vinny smirked.

“Sounds riveting.”

AJ elbowed him.

“Dude.”

Vinny held up his hands.

“I’m just saying. This is a test, remember?”

Ciaran just laughed.

“You really don’t like me, do you?”

Vinny took a long sip of his drink before answering.

“I don’t know you.”

It was a very Vinny answer, cocky, a little dismissive, but mostly just because he liked messing with people. You rolled your eyes.

Emil, trying to keep the peace, jumped in.

“You know, I think you’re alright.”

Ciaran raised his beer.

“I’ll take that.”

AJ smirked.

“Yeah, you’re not bad. Pretty brave, actually, putting up with this one.” He gestured toward you.

You gasped.

“Wow. Okay. I’m leaving.”

AJ grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders before you could escape.

“Nah, you love us.”

Ciaran laughed, but Vinny just tapped his fingers against the table, eyes flicking between you and Ciaran.

You weren’t sure why, but something about it made your stomach flip.

“Look, man, if you’re just trying to get in her pants-”

“For fuck sake, drop it, Vinny!” You raised your voice, “Stop!”

“You weren’t saying that last night-”

“You’ve got a cool accent, where are you from? Scotland?” Emil asked, ignoring whatever Vin and you were doing.

“Northern Ireland,” Ciaran nodded, “Belfast.”

“We’ve been there before!” AJ nodded, “Very cold… What brought you over here?”

“I moved to join the band and just never left I guess. I was originally living in LA but then after the band split I moved in with a friend over here.”

You could still feel Vinny’s eyes on you, even as the conversation moved on. His comment still burned in the back of your mind.

Ciaran, to his credit, didn’t react. You were praying he hadn’t heard. Or maybe he was just choosing not to. Either way, you could feel the shift in the air, like something was about to snap.

“...So now that’s why I’m just writing, producing, and working with smaller artists. It’s a lot more fulfilling than what I was doing before.”

“Sounds like a step up,” AJ smiled.

“Debatable.” Vinny scoffed under his breath.

You turned to him sharply.

“Vinny, you’re being rude.”

“What?” He feigned innocence, swirling his drink. “Just saying. Going from being in a band to just producing? Kinda sounds like you gave up.”

Ciaran frowned slightly, but his voice remained even.

“I didn’t give up. I just figured out what made me happy. And I didn’t feel comfortable on stage performing.”

Vinny tilted his head, smirking.

“Right. And what makes you happy now?”

Ciaran glanced at you before answering, but Vinny didn’t miss it.

“Writing music,” Ciaran said simply.

Vinny let out a low chuckle.

“Right,” He took a slow sip of his drink before adding, “Well, at least it’s not someone else’s girl, huh?”

You could feel the rage burning beneath your skin.

“Oh, you’re one to talk, Vin.” You growled, raising an eyebrow at him.

AJ and Emil exchanged uneasy glances.

Ciaran tensed slightly, exhaling through his nose before setting his drink down.

“Right.” His tone was calm, but you could tell Vinny’s words had landed exactly the way he wanted them to. “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Ciaran, no, wait-” you reached for him, but he was already standing, grabbing his jacket.

“Thanks for tonight,” he said, voice still level, but there was a tightness to it. He turned to you, offering a small smile. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You swallowed, nodding.

And just like that, he was gone.

…

“What the hell was that all about, hm?” You shouted at Vin as you walked through the door, finally home.

“I got weird vibes from him. I didn't think you liked him anyway.” Vin shrugged, shutting the front door behind him like this was the most casual thing ever.

“Well, I did!” You spat.

“Yeah, right. He's not your type at all.” He scoffed.

You turned around, facing Vin with an anger in you that you haven’t felt in a while.

“Oh you're not serious, are you?” You seethed, stepping closer, your chest rising and falling with frustration. “You don’t get to decide who my type is, if I even have one!”

Vinny smirked, leaning lazily against the wall like he wasn’t the reason you were seconds away from losing your mind.

“I don’t have to. You just proved my point.”

Your fists clenched at your sides.

“Oh, enlighten me, asshole. What point is that?”

He took a step forward, closing the space between you.

“You didn’t run after him.” His voice was low, almost smug. “You could’ve chased him down, apologised, told him I was wrong. But you didn’t. You stayed. With me.”

Your breath hitched.

Vinny tilted his head, watching the way his words sank into your skin.

“You didn’t go after him, y/n, because deep down you didn’t like him. Not the way you wanted to.”

Your heart pounded, anger twisting into something else, something more dangerous.

“You’re such a fucking prick.” Your voice was shaking now, your body thrumming with adrenaline.

“And you love it,” he taunted, voice dripping with arrogance, "Which is why you're not really into him..."

Your jaw clenched, your breath shallow as you stared him down, pulse roaring in your ears.

God, you hated him when he got like this.

You hated how right he was, and he could see it all over your face.

The tension between you was suffocating, your body practically vibrating with rage. Vinny stood there, so goddamn smug, so pleased with himself, and it made you want to scream.

Instead, you shoved him.

It wasn’t hard, just enough to get him away from you, enough to create space so you could think. But Vinny barely stumbled, just laughed under his breath as if you were proving something for him.

“What’s wrong?” He taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Mad that I see right through you?... I know you better than anyone, y/n.”

Your blood boiled.

“You don’t.”

He hummed, stepping forward again, instantly erasing any distance you’d tried to put between you.

“Don’t I?”

You glared up at him, swallowing hard. His face was way too close, his scent way too familiar, his presence way too intoxicating.

“You’re a fucking child.” You spat.

Vinny just smirked, his voice dropping lower.

“And yet, you’re standing here with me instead of him. He never even got to fuck you, did he? We did it the fourth day of knowing each other, what does that say about you, about us...”

Your hands twitched at your sides. Your nails dug into your palms. Your heart pounded against your ribs.

Your hands moved before your brain could catch up, shoving at his chest again, harder this time.

But Vinny didn’t stumble. He barely even budged. Instead, his hands shot out, grabbing your wrists, holding them firm. His grip wasn’t rough, wasn’t cruel, it was steady and controlled. A silent challenge.

You should’ve pulled away. You should’ve kept fighting. But the way he was looking at you? Amused, infuriating, dark eyes drifting between yours and your lips like he already knew how this was going to end? It made your whole body burn. You had never seen him get like this before.

“You don’t want him,” Vinny murmured, voice low and certain. “You never did.”

“Fuck. You.”

He grinned, leaning in, the heat of his breath ghosting over your lips.

“You’d rather fight with me than fuck him,” he whispered. “That’s how I know.”

You hated that he was right, and he knew it. And you hated how badly you wanted to prove him wrong.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, the heat of Vinny’s breath on your lips making your entire body tense. You hated him. You hated him. The smug way he stood there, the way he thought he knew you better than you knew yourself. The way he was so fucking sure of himself, so fucking cocky.

You wrenched your wrists from his grip and shoved him again. This time, he took a step back, but only because he let himself. His smirk deepened, and fuck, that just made you angrier.

“You don’t know shit.” You seethed.

Vinny tilted his head, mock-considering.

“Don’t I?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to punch him. You wanted to-

“Let’s break it down, shall we?” Vinny stepped forward again, slow and deliberate, backing you up until your spine hit the wall. His hands braced against the surface, caging you in. “Your friend sets you up to meet some guy, some nice guy, and what? You think that’s what you want?”

You swallowed hard, trying not to react to how close he was, to how warm he was, how you smell the alcohol on his breath- but you guessed he could with yours too. You both had a few drinks at the bar.

“I do want that.” You hissed.

Vinny’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it grew.

“No, you want to want that,” he corrected, voice just above a whisper, leaning in close, his lips a breath from your ear. “But that’s not what gets you all riled up, is it? I know you, baby, you don’t want simple or easy, it’s not… Thrilling enough, is it? 'Cause tell me... What happened last year? Why did you want me more than him?”

“Go to hell.”

His mouth brushed your jaw as he hummed, a low, knowing sound that made your stomach clench.

“M’ already there.”

You should have shoved him away again. You should have walked away, locked yourself in your room, done anything but this.

But then his nose skimmed along your cheek, slow, teasing, deliberate, and your resolve snapped.

You turned your head sharply, lips crashing against his, and everything fucking erupted.

The moment your lips crashed against his, Vinny groaned into your mouth, his hands instantly finding your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was messy, all clashing teeth and pure frustration.

You hated him. You hated him. And yet, here you were, clawing at him, pulling him impossibly closer, needing more, needing everything.

Vinny pulled back just long enough to smirk down at you, lips swollen, breath heavy.

“Knew it.” He panted.

“Fuck you." You spat, your hands fisting in his hoodie, yanking him back in.

Vinny just chuckled against your lips, but there was something darker in it now, something that made your entire body light up like a live wire.

“That’s the plan.” He murmured, his teeth grazing your lower lip before he sucked it between his own, biting down just hard enough to sting.

You gasped, your fingers sliding under his hoodie now, nails scraping against bare skin. He growled, and suddenly his hands were on your ass, lifting you up as your back hit the wall.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and fuck, the way his body pressed into yours, his hardness pressing between your thighs, you felt dizzy- and it wasn't becuase of the cocktails.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You hissed against his lips, grinding down just to prove a point.

Vinny groaned, his grip tightening, his head dropping to your neck.

“Yeah?” he rasped, teeth scraping against your pulse point. “But you love it."

You've never hated him more.

Vinny’s breath was ragged against your neck. His fingers dug into your thighs as he pressed you harder against the wall, his body pinning you in place. You could feel him smirking against your skin, and it infuriated you.

You shoved at his hoodie, desperate to get it off him, and Vinny let you, only to immediately retaliate by gripping the hem of your own shirt and yanking it over your head. He didn’t even look at you before his mouth was back on yours, like he couldn’t waste another second without kissing you.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him groan into your mouth, his hips instinctively grinding up against you.

It was all so fast, so messy, so angry.

“Still thinking about him?” Vinny muttered, voice dripping with jealousy as he kissed his way down your jaw.

You laughed, short, breathless and mean.

His mouth crashed back to yours before you could fire off another insult, silencing whatever smart remark was about to leave your tongue. The kiss was rough, all teeth and hunger, like he was trying to devour the last word right off your lips.

You whimpered despite yourself, nails digging into his shoulders. You hated how good it felt, how natural, how right... like your body was made to fight with his and fuck with his and fall apart underneath him.

Vinny groaned, his hands skimming along the curve of your waist, thumbs grazing just under your bra.

“Say it,” he growled against your lips, his voice barely above a whisper. “Say you don’t want him.”

You bit his lip in response, making him hiss, your breath ragged.

“I don’t want him.”

“Say you want me.”

You hesitated, not because it wasn’t true, but because it was too true. Because saying it out loud made it real, and that was scary. But Vinny waited, his grip unrelenting, his breath hot and heavy on your cheek.

And you broke.

“I want you,” you said, voice trembling. "Always want you..."

Vinny made a low, guttural sound, half growl, half moan, before his mouth was on you once again, even more desperate and unforgiving. He kissed you like he’d earned it, just by being right.

You hated that he was right.

He pulled away just long enough to nod towards the stairs, and before you know it he's stumbling towards his room like a man possessed. Your legs tightened around him, impressed at his strength and how he had carried you up the stairs, and your hands tangled in his hair, dragging your mouth across his jaw, biting just to leave your mark.

He kicked the door open, didn't even bother with the light, and dropped you onto the bed like you weighed nothing. You barely had time to gasp before he was on you again, pinning you beneath him, undressing you with a maddening urgency.

“I fucking knew it,” he muttered against your collarbone, kissing and biting his way down your chest. “Knew you were full of shit the second you said you wanted a nice guy.”

You arched beneath him, hands clawing at his back, gasping when his fingers slipped beneath your waistband, tugging hard.

“And you’re what?” you panted. “The opposite of a nice guy?”

Vinny smirked against your skin, sliding your leggings and panties down your legs, his mouth following close behind.

“No,” he said, kissing the inside of your thigh, voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m the guy who actually knows what you want... what you need... how to fuck you.”

Your breath hitched, your head falling back against the sheets.

You wanted to deny it, you should’ve, but when his mouth finally met your cunt, you couldn’t do anything but cry out his name.

“You still wanna tell me I don’t know you?” he rasped, voice low and rough as his hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider, holding them open for him as his tongue licked a stripe up from your core, teasing your clit with the tip. "That's what I thought."

You couldn’t speak, not with his mouth on you like that, not with the way he devoured you like he had something to prove. Your hips jerked up, chasing the feeling, gasping when he flattened his tongue against your clit and groaned like he needed the taste of you to survive.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, grounding yourself as heat coiled low in your belly. He knew every inch of you too well, every twitch, every sound, every way your body begged for more, and he knew exactly what to do with you.

He didn’t stop until you were writhing, the orgasm tearing through you so fast and hard you cried out his name like it was the only thing you knew.

And then he was on you again, kissing you messy and desperate, the taste of you still on his lips, his cock thick and hard against your entrance. He didn’t tease, instead he pushed in all at once, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt.

You choked out a gasp, clinging to him as he began to move, slow at first, then rougher, frenzied, all restraint unravelling as the alcohol and adrenaline surged between you. You rolled your hips up to meet his, your eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock brushed just the right spot.

“You make me crazy,” you whispered, voice shaky. “...I hate how you mess with my head.”

Vinny’s hips stuttered for a beat, and when he looked down at you, his eyes were darker, sharper, like your words hit deeper than you intended.

“Yeah?” he rasped, thrusting harder, deeper, dragging a gasp from your lips. “I hate when you do it too.”

He kissed you, bruising and hungry, swallowing the rest of your thoughts. But they poured out anyway, your brain too foggy and your body too wrecked to filter the truth.

“I know we’re more than friends,” you panted, your voice cracking as he fucked you harder, angrier, like the words lit something in him. “I know you feel it. You can’t fuck someone like this and pretend it doesn’t mean anything-”

“I don’t,” he growled, cutting you off with another deep thrust. “Fuck, I don’t, baby… I feel it.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the sound of it, the way his voice broke around the words like it cost him something to say them.

“I want you,” Vinny said, breathless, forehead pressed to yours again. “I want you all to myself.”

You whimpered, hips bucking up into his.

“Then have me.”

It came out ragged, almost a challenge, but Vinny didn’t need telling twice.

He let out a low, wrecked groan, burying himself deeper inside you with a sharp thrust that stole the breath from your lungs. His hands gripped your hips like he was anchoring himself, like if he let go, the moment would vanish.

“Fuck,” he muttered, head dropping to your shoulder. “You feel... shit so fucking good.”

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Your body was still shaking from your first orgasm, and now he was dragging you into a second, fucking you with everything he had, every thrust a wordless confession.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle.

It was messy. It was rough and real.

He fucked you like he needed it, like he needed you, your skin, your breath, your mouth on his. Like if he couldn’t be inside you, he’d fall apart at the seams.

“You don’t get it,” he groaned into your ear. “I hate how much I want you.”

Your nails bit into his back, your legs wrapping tighter around him.

“Then stop pretending you don’t,” you gasped, your voice a wreck of need and desperation. “Just… fucking stop.”

And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was that everything between you had been building for too long, but something in him cracked wide open.

“I think about you all the fucking time,” he breathed, hips losing rhythm. “You don’t leave my head.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed- by his words, by the way his cock kept hitting that spot that made you see stars, by the weight of everything you’d both buried for too long.

“I want you too, Vinny,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “So bad, it fucking terrifies me.”

Vinny’s thrusts turned frantic, wild, like the words set something off inside him.

He kissed you then, deep and unrelenting, and when he pulled back, his voice was raw.

“You’re mine tonight.”

And that was it. You came again, harder than before, your whole body shaking beneath him as he followed you over the edge seconds later, spilling into you with a broken curse, your name on his tongue like a prayer.

You stayed tangled like that, both of you breathless and trembling, your foreheads pressed together, your fingers still curled tight in his hair.

And in the silence that followed, your heart pounded with the echo of everything that had been said, everything he wouldn’t remember tomorrow.

But you would.

Every word. Every breath. Every crack in his voice.

And it would haunt you forever.

...

The morning light streamed through the cracks in the blinds, waking you.

Your head throbbed with the dull ache of too much alcohol, but it wasn’t the hangover that was making you feel nauseous, it was the weight of everything that was said last night, pressing down on you like a secret you couldn’t shake.

Vinny was still asleep beside you, half on his stomach, arm slung over your waist. His hair was a mess, his lip still slightly swollen from where you’d bitten it. He looked peaceful. Undisturbed.

And completely unaware.

Your eyes lingered on his face, wondering if he'd remembered what he said... "I want you all to myself", "you don't leave my head", "you're mine tonight."

You swallowed hard and slowly peeled yourself away from him, careful not to wake him as you sat up, pulling the sheets around your bare body. The soreness between your thighs was a cruel reminder of how real it had all been. How raw. How honest.

And he didn’t remember.

You knew it the second he stirred and blinked up at you, hair in his face, brow furrowed like he was still piecing the night together.

“Mornin’,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

“Almost noon,” you said, your voice steady even as your chest caved in a little. “You were out cold.”

He groaned, stretching with a wince.

“Jesus… I haven’t been that drunk in a while.”

You forced a laugh, light and nonchalant, like your heart wasn’t twisting in your chest.

“Yeah, you passed out after we… you know.”

Vinny smirked, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Bet I was great though.”

He didn’t remember.

Not the way he’d begged to have you. Not the way his voice cracked when he said he hated how much he wanted you. Not the way he’d confessed that you were in his head all the time.

You stared down at the sheets, fingers knotting them up between your hands, and managed a small smile.

“You were.”

He yawned, sat up, and ran a hand through his hair.

“Cool. I’ll make coffee. Want anything?”

You shook your head.

“I’m good.”

Vinny kissed the side of your head as he got up, like it meant nothing. Like you meant nothing. And maybe last night hadn’t changed a thing for him.

But for you, it changed everything.

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this ended up being so much longer than i intended lmao

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smoshyourheadin · 1 year ago

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spencer and his partner smoking????🤭

hi or high

pairing: spencer agnew x f!reader

a/n: I LOVE THIS IDEAAA okay this is a super short like blurb but i hope u enjoy my love!! also i asume u mean them smoking 🌱 so that’s what i wrote :))

spencer adjusted his glasses and glanced at the clock. it was 8 PM, and his girlfriend was supposed to be over any minute. he nervously fidgeted with the hem of his doctor who t-shirt, excitement bubbling up inside him. tonight was the night you'd both decided to try something new together: getting high.

thee doorbell rang, and his heart skipped a beat. he opened the door to find you standing there, your bright eyes sparkling with mischief behind your glasses, your hair pulled back with a scrunchie.

"ready for our adventure?" you asked, holding up a small bag with two joints in, and a lighter.

spencer grinned. "ready as I'll ever be."

you both walk through his apartment over to the fire escape. you climbed out onto it, spencer’s houseplants littered over the grates. sitting on some cushions, spencer lit his joint, you did the same to yours. you gently inhaled, coughing a bit at first, but soon, you were both giggling uncontrollably.

"wow, this stuff is strong," you said, your voice a little higher than usual.

spencer nodded, his head feeling wonderfully light. "i feel like I'm floating and i dig it. what should we do now?"

your eyes lit up. "how about a 7/11 trip? i’m hungry and the only thing that can fix it is a bag of nerd gummies."

laughing, you both stumbled out the door, the world around you suddenly vibrant and alive. the 7/11 was just a few blocks away, and the neon lights beckoned you like a beacon. inside, you roamed the aisles in awe, marveling at the sheer variety of snacks.

"look at these gummy bears!" spencer exclaimed, holding up a giant bag. "they’re like, the colors of the universe. we need to do this more often."

you burst into giggles, grabbing a couple of slushies and some chips. "this’ going to be the best meal ever."

with your arms full of snacks, you headed towards the beach, the cool california breeze kissing your faces. the moon was high, casting a silver glow over the sand and the gentle waves. you found a spot and spread out your loot, digging in with haste.

"did you ever think we'd be doing this?" spencer asked, leaning back on his elbows and gazing at the sky.

"not in a million years," you replied, your voice soft and content. "but i wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

you sat in companionable silence for a while, the sound of the ocean and your occasional bursts of laughter filling the night. as the high gradually mellowed, you lay side by side on the sand, holding hands.

"this has been the craziest, most amazing night," spencer said, turning to look at you. "you're the best, you know that?"

you smiled, squeezing his hand. "right back at you, spencie. here’s to many more adventures."

you watched the stars until the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, feeling closer to him than ever before, head on his shoulder, breathing gently. you wouldn’t change this for the world.

#smoshyourheadin #spencer agnew #spencer agnew x reader #shayne topp #smosh #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #courtney miller #arasha lalani #alex tran

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🎃 Wyllstarion Halloween HCs 🎃

They’re both equally into the theatrics of halloween costumers but in vastly different ways. Astarion will be like “omg i’m Cher from the 1982 People magazine cover it’s so obvious!” and Wyll will dress as something simple but stay fully in character all night. He dressed up as a pirate one year and after the 5th pirate pun Astarion was on hands and knees asking him to drop the act so he could answer a straightforward question.

Wyll buys full sized bars for the kids every year & passes them out himself. He trusted Astarion to do it one year, but Astarion switched out the big candy’s with cheap peppermints and hoarded all the candy for himself & Shadowheart—so now Wyll has trust issues about candy.

Wyll is into mixology and makes these cute & fun Halloween drinks. you can find him halfway through the night giggling to himself as he puts gummy eyes on his Beholder Bellini.

Astarion has to cut him off because if he doesn’t then Wyll will go entirely too hard and spend all day the next day complaining that he’d “never do that again” and “god Halloween is the worst every single year” knowing he’s going to go all out again

Astarion stays up every night for weeks before the big day, hand sewing and stitching their costumes. No matter what outlandish thing Wyll wants to be, he always has a perfect costume for it. Once he went as a teddy bear just to see where Astarion would source fake fur… there was a loud discussion when Halsin found out that most of said fur was not fake.

They host the Halloween parties at their apartment—mostly because Wyll is the only one in the friend group that can afford to live in an apartment enough to fit ten people. Astarion will bitch and moan about their friends not providing anything, and then be put out whenever someone tries to offer to help with snacks or decorations.

Shadowheart doing Astarion’s Halloween makeup every year because he can’t see his reflection. And then doing Wyll’s because it’s torture to watch him almost stab himself in the eye with an eyeliner pencil.

They have a costume competition on best costume. Wyll is suspicious that it’s rigged, because only Astarion and Karlach ever win & Karlach has worn the same Scorpion from MK8 costume for four years. Still, he doesn’t exactly see Astarion switching out the voting papers so can it really be proven?

Astarion has attempted to work through Halloween a handful of times, mostly when he’s having a bad day. But every time Wyll just asks him to put on his costume for the spirit of the night, and by the time Astarion is done getting dressed, he couldn’t be less interested in opening his laptop.

A little NSFW but by now, it’s a Halloween tradition for Wyll & Astarion to sneak off to find some private time. Wyll doesn’t break character, not even during sex which has given Astarion some interesting orgasms. He won’t even let Wyll mention werewolves for two years after that.

Minthara always wears genuinely horrific and terrifying costumes. Astarion used to think it was very funny to have her answer the door for children while Wyll went to grab candy, until one year where not a lot of children came by. Wyll looked so sad about his near-full bucket that Astarion made sure Minthara never opened the door again.

No matter how careful they are, somehow, someway, every year their coffee table gets chipped during the night. At this point, Wyll is convinced the coffee table has a Halloween curse. Astarion is convinced that curse is named “Wyll & Karlach drunk arm wrestling”.

#time to kill: astarion ancunín #bloodpact: so much shadow around us #the blade of frontiers!: wyll ravengard #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin #wyllstarion: the horns do look dashing on him; almost anything does…#wyllstarion #bloodpact #bloodblade: wyllstarion #bloodblade #modern fantasy au???? mayhaps #⚔️🩸: headcanons ideas ramblings et al #halloween headcanons #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate wyll

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g0ttal0ve101 · 1 year ago

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Johnny Headcanons <3

TW: GAH!!!! TEXAS MAN JUMPSCARE!!!!!!!!

Note: had to do it to them 😮‍💨 i decided to do a mix of romantic and random hcs cause i thought it was cutie but I did section them off from each other!! might write about tcm later on so i’ll take requests for it!!!!! @twsted-idiot :3

RANDOM

he definitely had a FUCK ASS haircut growing up. all those boys in that damn house did. NANCY HAD NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS DOING 🗣️💥 she really pulled up with the scissors and said ‘alright sweetie just hold still’ and fucked up his entire life for a hot 10 years. after that no one gets near the hair…

fuck ass teeth lets be soooo real. from the amount of times he’s gotten into fights at the bar or in a street, he definitely lost/chipped a few in his prime teen years. his bottom teeth are also a lil crooked…but it’s cutie on him! our little gummy bear ❤️ (bitch has gums for days it’s ok to admit it!!)

i’ll talk abt a lot of his love languages in the romantic section but let me tell you, he’s good at pulling bitches but has trouble pulling ppl he’s ACTUALLY interested in 🗣️💥

^ what I mean by that is like. if he just wants a good fuck and a bougie dinner, trust he’ll have a bitch under his arm! but if he has someone he genuinely cares about and wants to be with, he’s more reluctant to show interest… if that makes sense.

everyone knows he has a farmer’s tan 😭 tan one second, takes off his shirt, WOAH!!! WHOS THIS WHITE MAN??? IS THAT A FUCKING GHOST??? oh no it’s just johnny’s tatas 😻

^ speaking of wish im a freckle truther so fuck you he has light freckles on his face 😮‍💨

ALCOHOLIC. REAL BAD. say bye bye to his livers 😿……but no seriously he has terrible drinking habits. practically drinks every night smh. and that’s on dealing with unbearable depression 😮‍💨

SMOKES HEAVY TOO. (johnny your lungs…😿)

idk abt yall but I think johnny’s a sweetheart to bubba….his mama taught him better than to boss him around and be an asshole like CERTAIN PEOPLE. although johnny can come off as demanding, i truly think he has the best intentions at heart when he’s interacting with bubba ❤️

kinda homophobic but gay at the same time 😮‍💨 and that’s on that TEXAN TIP 🇺🇸🦅💥 YEEEEHAW!!!

in my head i think johnny had his own room n stuff in the house up until he confronted nancy. after that and getting his eye fucked up, he wanted to be petty and sleep outside just to bother nancy. at first she didn’t care and thought he’d eventually just come back in but. he. DID NOT. instead he literally cleaned out the entire shack, found a cheap couch from some thrift store, n fucked that shit UP!!!!!! nancy was PISSED!!! 🗣️ “come back in”…..“no” type shit

loves keeping souvenirs of his victims. ESPECIALLY memorable ones. where did he get that belt? simple, really. this cute guy tried to use it as a defense mechanism! johnny strangled him with it shortly after ❤️ oh and this perfume? yeah, he found that in a REAL fighter’s purse. she was cute whenever she screamed 🌹

started driving at like. 10. nancy fucking FLIPPED OUT whenever she caught him riding around in a car as a literal CHILD. (influenced by certain people😒) but even after all her scolding, he never stopped 💀…that’s why he’s a good driver to this day!

this man loooooooooves his hunting. talking abt sum “THATS A BUTTON BUCK 🗣️” bitch no one knows what you’re talking abt be quiet. (I love him passionately)

johnny DESPISES wearing formal clothing. whether it’s some dumb church suit, dress shirt, or WHATEVER, he does NOT FW THAT SHIT ❌ the real ones know johnny walks around his house with just his boxers on…..and that’s on that country shit 🇺🇸🦅💥 (more like CUNTry)

CALLOUSED HANDS TRUTHER 💥 he definitely has some fucked up fingernails too. stained with oil n shit….SOMEONE GET HIM A PEDICURE IMMEDIATELY.

nubbins always instigates him into fighting a family member 💀 (usually sissy or the cook) talking abt sum: “she said you get noooo bitches…hot ones at least lolsies” or “he told me that he thinks you’re the weakest link of the family but yknow…” FALSE ACCUSATIONS!!!! but johnny falls for it every time 😭

ROMANTIC

HATES PHYSICAL AFFECTION AT FIRST!!! I’m telling you this right now he DON’T LIKE IT!!!!! and it’s not even in the cutie ‘aw he’s touched starved’—NO. HE DON’T LIKE IT. that’s not to say his opinion won’t sway a lil depending on the person (🤭) but at first that’s a big no no with him.

^ but once he starts getting comfortable with you, it’s impossible to pry him off. always wanna hug you n kiss you n play with your hair….he’s a lil love bug fr!

terrible at handling verbal affection. like god 😭 when receiving compliments, he kinda just scoffs, says something snarky, n tries to change the subject. keep doing it? he doesn’t know what to do with himself. it eventually becomes a staring contest with him being like ‘quit that rn.’ but let’s be honest, he likes it 😮‍💨

^ in terms of GIVING IT OUT, he’s pretty good at it. words of encouragement come easy to him since he just has to give you a ‘good job’ (maybe even adding a lil pet name if he’s feeling cute) n move on with his life.

^ but complimenting your laugh? your voice? your eyes? your hair? your clothes? he does it in the slickest ways possible. never over the top or on the nose, always subtle and almost unnoticeable.

he shows his affection through gift giving. stolen flowers from sissy’s garden, stolen jewelry from…trespassers, stolen expensive clothes with suspicious gashes through the fabric, severed limbs—LMAO OFC NOT!!!!! but yes he’s very inclined to give you lil gifts here and there.

surprisingly enough, he likes teaching you stuff. whether it be something small like the mechanics of a car or something big like gutting and skinning a corpse, he enjoys being the one who shows you how to do things he knows how to do well. and when he sees that he successfully accomplished his goal of educating you, he’s happier than ever. (this is also a perfect excuse for him to call you a good girl/boy!!!!!! he’s not slick!!!!!)

pet names consist of the TEXAN WAY BABY YEEEEHAW 💥🦅🇺🇸 sweetie/sweetheart, baby/babe, honey/hun, angel face/doll face, y’know how it is. and it’s kinda cute cause throughout your relationship with him, you unlock certain pet names!!

wanna see a magic trick? 🪄 MANIPULATION! johnny is a genius when it comes to manipulating you. and trust me, you will NOT know he’s doing it.

this is really fucked up (bc HE’S fucked up) but he definitely pushes your boundaries in the beginning of the relationship. it’s kinda like a test to see what he can get away with and how you’ll react to him being an asshole. are you gonna cuss him out? are you gonna hit him? cry? run off? he wants to know.

^ and by ‘pushing the boundaries’ I mean degradation n shit. you ask him what’s wrong and he calls you a filthy whore, a mangy slut, a stupid bitch, JUST TO SEE what you’ll do.

^ the way to pass the test is STANDING UP TO HIM. that’s what he WANTS. be an asshole back!! don’t lose your shit, just one-up him. for example, call him a bitch ass momma’s boy!! that’ll have him on his KNEES!!

who said jealous? BECAUSE YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. johnny IS insecure and thinks you’ll leave him, so it’s better if you DON’T talk to anyone he could perceive as a threat. he lays off with family n shit bc he gets it, but if they ain’t related to you? bitch they better know how to fight 😮‍💨

PDA is iffy with him especially around any of the family LMAO….but if he feels threatened by a guy or god forbid JEALOUS, best believe you’ll have an arm around your waist real fast. 🤭

you better like late night drives bc this man ADORES them. whenever he wants to have a sentimental moment with you or treat you real special for a night, best believe you’ll be in his car for a good while. takes you to the PRETTIEST landscapes he knows of and just chills with you.

^ cutie till he tries scaring the shit outta you with some horrific story abt what happened there or sumn. or even…idk…..starts the hypothetical scenario of “y’know I could kill you rn and no one would be able to hear you scream LOL! 😹” johnny…..if you don’t shut the hell up….

if shit is serious, you definitely made a blood oath with him that you’ll stick with him despite everything. basically marriage imo. peak romance right there <3

#johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #tcm #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny sawyer x reader

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