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naeviskz · 4 months

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WHIRLWIND ๑‧˚₊ ─── HHJ

synopsis ; you overreact just a teensy bit when you see hyunjin talking to another girl, but when you find out the actual reason why … you try everything you can to make it up to him.

genre 숌 non-idol au, boyfriend!hyunjin x girlfriend!reader | established relationship

words - 3.6k tags/warnings 숌 fluff, (some) angst? pwp, smut, reader gets very jealous easily/has possessive tendencies, small mentions of insecurities, v v v clingy & needy gf, marking, dry humping, dirty talk, oral (m), lowkey daddy kink, hj has a big cawk, breeding kink cause that’s my fave tehe. i will preface that oc kinda has a toxic way of thinking and it’s def not healthy to act this way irl !!

now playing 🎧 : cool with you by newjeans, streets by doja cat

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[ this my first ever writing that has smut in it so bear w/ me pls ;-; i’m still learning how to do this right haha, but lmk if you enjoyed this at all <3 **not proofread btw ! ]

“Let’s go on that one next Jinnie!!” You squeal like a giddish teenager as you point to the ride up ahead, violently pulling on Hyunjin’s hand his entire arm might just fall off.

It’ll be your 1 year anniversary in approximately a week, and what better way to pre celebrate than going to the amusement park and watching fireworks at night? You haven’t been to one in years, reminiscing all those times you were a kid innocently frolicking around, not having a single care in the world. Since you’re a fully grown adult now it’s an altered experience, you’re able to pick up on social cues and no longer need parental supervision. You forgot just how thrilling it was to let loose and have fun, all while spending it with your lovely boyfriend.

The current ride you’re both getting on is essentially a giant wooden pirate ship that swings in a horizontal motion, elevating you high up in the air. You don’t do heights very well but Hyunjin’s a little daredevil who gets off on the adrenaline rush. He’s tried convincing you to do skydiving but that’s just something you refuse to compromise on. Before going on the pirate ship ride you went on the teacups, which was probably your favorite one of today. You couldn’t stop giggling and teasing Hyunjin over how incredibly fast he was spinning the turn-wheel, almost forgetting that you were also supposed to contribute. Spending quality time with your boyfriend like this means everything to you, he makes you feel like you’re floating on a pink cloud whenever you’re together. Like nothing else matters but you and him.

As the day progressed, what was once a milky, pale blue sky has now become a smoky dull atmosphere. Night was approaching any minute, making the temperature drop dramatically— you regret leaving the house in just shorts and a crop top. Your limbs shaking and trembling involuntarily from gusts of cool air the wind casually blows, Hyunjin seems to take note of this and takes action immediately.

“Want my hoodie babe?” Hyunjin asks out of concern, ready to yank it off the minute you agree.

You profusely nod at his offer, unable to withstand the frigid weather for another second. He pauses momentarily to grab the hem of his Versace sweatshirt with his free hand, swiftly drawing it over his head and handing it to you. Underneath he wore a thin plain white tee, now suffering from the cold— but any sacrifice is worthy of making for his precious babygirl.

Quickly putting it on, your body feels instantly warmer from his body heat still embedded into the soft fabric. “You saved me Jinnie, I almost turned into a human popsicle!” Were you exaggerating a bit? Maybe, but that’s beside the point. You’re all cozy now in Hyunjin’s oversized hoodie, loving the fact that only you get to wear his clothes.

His eyes shape into crescents as he flashes an adoring smile, “my diet would only consist of peach flavored ___ popsicles for the rest of my life then.”

You swear he’s just the cutest, most adorable, sweetest thing to have ever walked this earth. Sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky to end up with a person as charming, and perfect as Hyunjin. He’d say the same about you too but there’s another layer to how you feel. You’re often very over protective and territorial over him, needing to know exactly where he is at all times and who he’s hanging out with. Most of the time he’s with you, either at your place or at his. There was a set routine you two had at this point, after he’s done with work he’ll call and let you know he’s on his way to yours. Hyunjin knows how paranoid you can get when he’s gone for too long so he makes sure to communicate with you as much as he can throughout the day. It’s hard to deal with someone as high maintenance as you but he makes it work, he likes that you’re always worried and concerned about him — he’d rather have a girlfriend like that than one who doesn’t care about him.

“Looks like the sun should be setting soon.. won’t be much longer ‘til the fireworks start!” You cheer out of excitement, part of the reason you wanted to come was to see them.

He nods in agreement, “you’re right, is there anything else you wanna ride before they start?”

As if your brain answered before you could even think, “You.”

His doe eyes widened at your bold reply, never quite getting used to your subtle dirty mind. “I’ll give you that in due time, don’t worry mamas.”

A little bit later on you challenged Hyunjin to try the ‘test your strength’ game and of course he couldn’t pass up a moment to impress you. He gets into a competitive sports stance, gripping the hammer tightly before he swung hard at the puck. The meter flew straight up and hit the bell on his first try, able to win whatever prize he wanted from the largest section. He lets you choose whichever plushy you wanted, a giant fluffy pink stuffed unicorn that you held in your other hand that wasn’t occupied with Hyunjin’s.

“Hyunjinnieee, ‘m getting kinda hungry,” you childishly whine in hopes of getting him to buy you both food.

Before he could even get a response out your eyes were already fixated on something. The glowing neon lights of a food stand selling mozzarella corn dogs, you’ve always wanted to try those as you see them all the time on TikTok. Without hesitation you make a mad dash for the line as you drag your innocent boyfriend along for the adventure. As you got closer you realize the lines pretty spread out, there was at least 20+ people waiting but you were willing to stay as you really wanted one.

Hyunjin detaches his hand from yours, making you question his sudden intentions, “be right back babe, m’gonna go to the restroom.” He politely excuses himself, “here’s my card just in case I don’t make it back in time.” Pulling his credit card from his wallet to hand you before venturing off.

“Don’t be gone for too long please, or else I’ll come find you myself.” You were dead serious too, honestly speaking you didn’t necessarily want him out of your sight but you trust that he’ll come back in a reasonable amount of time. Hopefully.

“I promise babe.” He reassures, giving a quick peck to your forehead before vanishing into the crowd.

After what seemed like an eternity, you manage to secure the corn dogs and pay for them with Hyunjin’s card. Realizing now that your boyfriend is still gone, it’s been a good 15-20 minutes and he promised that he’d be back. Now you have to go looking for him like a mother who’s just lost their child. Scanning every area of the park you came across, you begin to feel anxious when you don’t see him anywhere. A range of negative thoughts intrude your mind with possibilities of where he could’ve gone. What you weren’t expecting was for your intuition to be exactly spot on.

There he was standing in front a taco truck, talking and laughing with another girl. A girl you absolutely do not recognize and have no clue why or what she’s doing even having a conversation with your man. You couldn’t move at all, frozen in place as you watched the scene fold out in front of you, making you more livid as it continues. The mystery girl was pissing you off by the minute, the tiny skirt she wore barely left anything to the imagination and her body language was way too close for comfort for your liking. You had to put a stop to this immediately.

Slowly you make your way up to them, examining the situation further. The blonde girl tries to loom even closer to Hyunjin but he backs away a bit, a sheer look of fear and paranoia in his eyes. She keeps talking to him but he doesn’t really say much back, only half smiling and nodding. What makes you pick up your pace at lightning speed was when he pulls his phone out from his back pocket, as if he’s about to ask for her number.

You’ve seen enough, it’s time to intervene now.

Practically sprinting up to them you see the girl perk up when she sees you, giving a friendly wave and inviting smile as if she wasn’t just trying to steal your man a second ago. You’re ready to rip this bitches hair out and show her that she’s picked the wrong one to mess with today.

“Oh hi, you must be ___, it’s so good to finally meet you!” Her voice was so squeaky and high-pitched, not even in a cute way, just obnoxiously loud and annoying.

…How the fuck does this girl know who you are?

“Who the hell is this?” You snap at Hyunjin, completely ignoring the girl’s presence, “How does she know you?”

“I’m— ”

“I believe I asked my boyfriend, not you. Who is she?” You rudely cut her off to reiterate the question.

Hyunjin looks like he’s just witnessed a murder, his own murder to be exact. “This is Valerie, we went to high school together, I was just showing her your freelance work and all the cool designs you make ‘cause she’s looking for graphic designers and I think you’re really talented babe.”

Your heart just sank to the pit of your stomach. The balled up fist your right hand was clenching soon released itself, no longer in fight mode but flight mode from the sudden embarrassment you’re internally battling.

“Oh..”

“Uh, well it was nice talking to you Hyunjin! I’ll go find my husband now, but your graphics are incredible ___ and I’d love to hire you for a couple projects I have lined up. Here’s my business card!” She hands you the flimsy card stock and leaves in an instant.

Now you feel totally ridiculous for almost causing a scene and cursing out the girl and your boyfriend for just wanting to promote your work. You owe him an apology big time.

“I thought you were…”

“Flirting with another girl, seriously? You think I have a death wish or something? Of course I’d never try something like that. The first thing she saw was you as my lock screen when I checked the time. Plus she’s married, I don’t think she’d be that dumb.” Hyunjin further proves his case, making sure not to leave any details out.

“M’sorry baby, please forgive me.” You plead for forgiveness, regressing back to your softer, more gentle side “lemme make it up to you daddy.”

“Nngh! Hyunjin-” you keen into his ear as you rub your clothed heat against his toned thigh, holding onto him for stable support.

You seriously felt bad for acting out like that earlier, all you want to do now is make him feel so good he forgets all about your previous unhinged behavior. Lord knows what you’d do if you ever lose someone so important to you. You can’t think about that right now though. Right now was all about him and making him feel good, but you can’t help but get something out of it as well.

The backseat of his car was a bit cramped as he decided to take his smaller convertible instead of the SUV, not exactly bargaining that later on you’d be getting freaky in his vehicle. Nonetheless you enjoy each other’s company, not needing much space anyway — if anything you wanted to be as close to him as possible. If you could get inside his skin you probably would. You love Hyunjin more than yourself, often feeling like you aren’t good enough to be with him. Maybe the reason you’re so protective and jealous is because you fear he’ll leave you for someone better.

Lazily trailing your lips down further, placing small pecks here and there until you land on his neck, adorned with a dainty silver chain, nuzzling your face into the crook of it. He smells so good, the cologne he’s wearing along with his natural pheromones is an intoxicating concoction. You stick your tongue out, gliding the wet muscle over his bare skin, still feverishly rutting into him while listening to his ethereal moans.

“Mmm.. I love you.” He murmurs under his breath, slipping his hands underneath (his) your hoodie to feel you up. His hands travel upwards to find the valley of your breasts, still covered by the bra you’re wearing he slides underneath the cups to lightly squeeze them.

You nibble on his neck in response, harshly sucking on the flesh to leave visible love bites, you want to make it abundantly clear to the whole world Hwang Hyunjin belongs to you.

“I love you more Hyunjinnie,” you stop for a brief moment to say, “gonna prove it.” Which you will once you’re satisfied with marking his entire neck and chest with dozens of purple and red hickeys.

Even though he’s touching you, grinding his hard length into you and purring out your name, you need more. Craving to see and feel more of him, you tug at the hem of his t-shirt in hopes he catches your drift.

“Off. Now.” You demand sharply, getting more impatient by the second.

He obliges instantly, stripping the garment off his body to reveal the most gorgeous set of abs you’ve laid your eyes upon, he’s so unreal it makes you constantly question if you’re dreaming. You went from his neck to kissing his plump lips, his hand cupping the side of your face to deepen the kiss, both so desperate and horny for each other. Running your manicured hands down his beautiful body, just the tiniest flexing Hyunjin does with his muscles makes you go crazy. You need him to manhandle you, have you bent over and get fucked senselessly.

“Lie back Jinnie, m’gonna suck you off.” You command him to move, getting up from him so he can pivot into a more comfortable position.

He shuffles around, leaning into the leather seat before quickly undoing his pants and sliding them down his ankles. You get on your knees, disappearing between his legs to come in contact with his stiff erection. Tracing figure eights on his thighs, he hisses from your delicate touch. You couldn’t resist planting a chaste kiss to his stomach, leaving another wet kiss to his v-line. Any little touch makes Hyunjin’s heart beat out of his chest, he can’t get enough of you just as you can’t of him— high off each other like an addictive, psychoactive drug.

As you finally free his cock from the last barrier, his boxer briefs, you’re in awe from just how much precum he’s leaking already. His length stood straight up resting on his stomach, faint veins protruding around the shaft. You kiss his pretty pink tip while looking up at him with innocent eyes, grabbing the base of his cock, opening your mouth just a little to provide a few kitten licks. You’ve only just started but he feels like he’s going to come undone already.

“Shit-” he lowly grunts, feeling his cock pulsate in your tiny hand.

Taking him further in your mouth now, you manage to fit half of his length, bobbing your head up and down while keeping a tight suction on his cock. Hyunjin involuntarily rocks his hips into you, making you gag just a little from how big he is. You could never fit all of him (except for that one time you were super drunk and magically forgot what a gag reflex was) but you still try your best and that’s all that matters to him. He loves that you’re always willing to give him random blowjobs whenever and wherever, you both love public sex and the idea of possibly being caught. You take a short break to collect more saliva, spitting on his cock and spreading it with your hand to make it even messier. His mouth was permanently agape, staring down at you with lust filled eyes, not knowing how much longer he can last. When you start pumping his cock much faster along with swirling your tongue around it , he thinks he might just lose it. Panting heavily, he shifts underneath you in attempt to get you to stop but you keep sucking like the cock hungry slut you are for him. He’s seriously going to nut any minute if you continue at this rate.

“Babe.. you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up…” he closes his eyes, almost giving in to what’s inevitably about to come.

“Isn’t that the goal?” You ask quickly before going back.

“No,” he says, slightly frustrated with you for not obeying, “fucking this tight little pussy is.”

You’re confused when he’s pulling you away from him, moving you from the floor and back onto his lap all in one swift action, manhandling you for real this time. “What’re you doing!” You raise your voice at him like a brat, to which he spanks your behind in response.

“Shh.. relax.” He shuts you up by pulling you in for a slow, sensual kiss.

You moan into his mouth, melting right into his touch like always. “Need you so bad please..” you whine for to feel more of him.

“Tell me what you need, I’ll give it to you baby.” He promises, lacing his fingers in your hair, looking at you with pure admiration.

“Your cock.. need your big fat cock inside me now,” you beg like a good girl, “please daddy, i’m literally soaking for you.” Shameless at this point with how you talk, but you know the dirtier you get the more Hyunjin likes it.

He can’t say no when you ask so polite that. “I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you whatever you want princess.”

And he does.

Once he rids you of your shorts and underwear, you’re back on top of him, lining yourself up with his thick cock that slides right in from you being so ready.

“Fuck you’re so wet baby.. you take this cock so well cutie,” he praises you in the hottest way possible. You’ll never get tired of hearing him talk like this to you, hence why you love to have sex so much.

“Only for you daddy.” You breathlessly spoke, getting used to his length for a moment before beginning to move. Slowly bouncing up and down his member at first until Hyunjin slams his cock into you, walls clenching as you feel every inch of him. You shifted from grinding on him in slow motion to picking up your speed, placing both hands around his neck. Hyunjin throws his head back in pleasure, wrapping his hand around your waist as the other grips the soft flesh of your ass.

“Mine… your cock is mine,” you’re going faster and faster, crying out as he matches your movements, thrusting back into you hard. “Only I get to ride this everyday.”

He doesn’t hesitate to agree, letting you know exactly who he belongs to. “I’m all yours babygirl, can have this cock as much as you want, use me to get yourself off..”

You feel like you’re about to come soon, legs shaking and spasming from his girth splitting you open. “Yes baby..” you couldn’t think straight anymore, “love your cock so much Jinnie..” You mewl from being so full and cockstuffed “mmph.. wanna have your babies.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill your little cunt with all my cum and get you pregnant, hmm ? That what you want pretty girl?” He sounded so pussy drunk he couldn’t even blame you for wanting to any of this.

One more thrust was all it took for the thread to unravel inside of you, seeing white, glowing stars as you get closer to your orgasm.

“Jinnie kiss me.”

He does as he’s told, grabbing your face to kiss you roughly, entering his tongue in your mouth to intertwine with yours. He’s so good at everything he does it’s insane. Maybe if the dick wasn’t so damn good you wouldn’t be half as crazy.

“I’m so close princess..” he announces, slipping one of his long, slender digits onto your clit, coaxing your release.

“Me too.”

Everything feels ultra sensitive to you as you approach your climax, whimpering as Hyunjin sucks on your perked nipples while you continue riding him. A sudden rambunctious crackling sound startles the both of you, but what you weren’t expecting to see outside were fireworks lighting up the night sky. You’d completely forgot how excited you were to see them, watching in amazement as all the vibrant colors morph together. Leaning in to tenderly kiss your boyfriend who was also momentarily distracted, you get back right to business, chasing after your highs. Hyunjin finishes inside you like you wanted, feeling his hot seed spill into your aching heat. You came undone shortly after, holding onto him while your bare chests collide. Fireworks detonate inside your body as they do outside.

As if the universe had orchestrated the perfect 1 year anniversary pre celebration just for the two of you; a perfect moment to seal your love with the glittering magic of romance and fireworks combined. Hyunjin’s so happy to have met someone like you, someone who loves him so passionately and so deeply. He may not understand why you think the way you do sometimes, or react with such brash methods, but he knows that you do it out of pure love. It’s a whirlwind of emotions dating you but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world or have it any other way.

- 完 ♡︎

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magicfootballstuff · 7 months

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Can you do a fluffy one with alexia? Her reader go out and reader is used to the cold but alexia isn’t. So alexia keeps touching her hands and face on reader to keep them warm.

“It’s cold,” Alexia complains.

“It’s England in December,” you point out. “What did you expect?”

It’s not the first time you and Alexia have visited England together since you started dating, actually it’s the third. But the first barely counts because it was for a Champions League away game in London last season and the second was a brief visit to your parents at the beginning of the summer when the weather was nice. Spending most of your time in Barcelona, you and Alexia agreed you would spend Christmas in England with your family and this is the first time you’ve seen her experiencing the reality of British winter weather.

“I didn’t think it would be as cold as this.”

With just a few days to go until Christmas, you’ve decided to take Alexia from your childhood home where you’ve been staying with your parents, to show her around the town where you grew up. But Alexia’s right, it is pretty cold, and she’s not dressed for the weather. She’s wearing cargos and a comfy hoodie but the only thing over it is a padded gilet, meanwhile you’re dressed in your thickest coat, with two pairs of socks inside your trainers, as well as a hat, scarf and gloves.

“I warned you that you needed to pack layers and you said you’d be fine,” you point out, as you turn onto the main high street in your hometown, which is decorated with Christmas lights and busy with shoppers, linking your arm through Alexia’s in place of being able to hold her hand, which is buried deep in the front pocket of her hoodie.

“That was before I knew it would be this cold.”

“Do you want me to buy you a better coat while we’re out?” you ask. “Or a hat and some gloves at least?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” Alexia tells you.

“Then stop moaning,” you tease her.

You drag Alexia into a nearby shop, partly to offer her some respite from the cold and partly because you still need to buy presents for your parents. It’s fun mooching around the shop together and you take particular delight in teasing Alexia in the accessory section of the shop.

“How about this?” you ask, taking a bobble hat off the rack and pulling it onto Alexia’s head without much warning. It’s a little outlandish, brightly coloured with flaps to cover the ears and two long woollen braids that hang down over Alexia’s shoulders, an oversized pompom adorning the top of it.

Alexia cries out as you force the hat onto her head and you stifle laughter as she peers at a reflection of herself in the nearest mirror, tearing it off her head and throwing it at you with a scowl when she sees how silly she looks.

“Idiota!”

“Just trying to make sure you stay warm, babe,” you tell her, as you return the hat to its original place on the shelf.

Once you’ve found a present for your dad, you leave the shop, hit by a chilly gust of wind as you step back out onto the high street. Alexia shudders and lets out a few expletives.

“It’s not too late to go back in for the hat,” you tease her.

“My head’s fine,” she says. “But my fingers might fall off.”

To emphasise her point, she presses her icy fingers against your face and you instinctively recoil at the cold.

“See!” Alexia exclaims.

“Good job you don’t need your fingers to play football then, isn’t it?”

“I need them for other things,” Alexia counters, with a smirk.

Embarrassingly, it takes you a few seconds to realise what she’s insinuating, but when you finally do, you make a big show of taking the gloves off your own hands offering them out to Alexia.

“Good point, wear these.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Wear them,” you insist. “Only so it stops you complaining. And these while you’re at it.”

You strip out of your scarf too, winding it around Alexia’s neck before she can complain, then take your hat, a plain black beanie, and pull that down onto Alexia’s head. She looks cute, the scarf covering her mouth and the only thing visible between that and the hem of the hat being her pink nose and the disgruntled look in her eyes, but you’ll happily sacrifice some of your own comfort for Alexia’s.

She slides her fingers into the gloves, then takes one of your hands in hers as you start moving down the high street again.

“Is it like this every year?” she asks.

“Yup,” you nod, feeling the cold yourself more now that your head and neck are exposed to the elements. “Much colder, sometimes.”

“How do you cope?”

“Why do you think I like Barcelona so much?”

Alexia squeezes your hand, then answers, “I thought that was because of me.”

“Meh, you’re a close third behind the weather and the food,” you tease her.

“Asshole,” she mutters.

You spot a couple of temporary wooden cabins that have been set up further down the street, a mini Christmas market selling gifts and festive food.

“How about a hot chocolate to warm you up?” you ask. “My treat?”

The scarf still half-covering her mouth hides the grin from view but you don’t miss the way that her eyes light up at the suggestion.

“Lead the way, mi amor.”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas x reader #ficlet requests

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tongue-like-a-razor · 1 year

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Never Meant to See You Again

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend, Jake Seresin, confesses how he really feels. Meanwhile, it's raining, so he looks sexy af doing it.

CW: ANGST - sorry, my loves. I know it's Valentine's season but sometimes you just wanna hurt so good.

WC: 1600+

This fic was written for @roosterforme's love is in the air tgm challenge! Inspired by the song I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins.

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“Hey!” you hear the desperation in his voice even with the deafening wind. “Y/N!” he shouts when you don’t stop walking. “Will you just” – he pleads, the sound of his voice growing closer despite your quickening pace – “Just for one second, just” –

You feel his hand close around your arm and you whip your head around. Jake watches you with a grimace as the wind pummels his face. “What?” you ask aggressively.

Jake lets go of you and shrugs, spreading his arms to indicate that he hasn’t thought this far ahead. “We have to coexist, Y/N.”

“Great,” you respond. “Let’s do that.” You start walking again – briskly because the sky is darkening and your hair is starting to escape its bun and swipe violently at your face.

You hear him sighing just before a boom of thunder drowns out his approaching footsteps. He falls in step with you despite you trying to keep your distance. “We’re on the same team,” he says, loudly enough that you can hear him despite the howling wind.

You glance up at him distrustfully as he slows his pace to meet your gaze.

“Y/N,” he starts again.

“Don’t.” You shake your head, tearing your eyes away from his overgrowth of stubble, still walking.

“Look,” he says, taking a hold of your arm again to get your attention. “I know that you don’t need me,” he pauses, watching you steadily. “You don’t need me in your life.” He sighs, regret stealing over his features. “But you might still need me up there.” He points up at the rolling clouds overhead with the same hand that’s holding his helmet, because his other one is still firmly wrapped around your forearm.

You glare at him mutely. Jake Seresin might have been a shitty boyfriend, but he’s a hell of a pilot and you know that he’s right.

Jake lets out a resigned breath. “Wasn’t my idea. I never meant to see you again, babe.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s temporary,” he says and you wonder if he’s referring to the mission you’ve both been called back for or him calling you ‘babe’.

“We should go inside,” you say stoically as the weather that’s put your training on hold for the day deteriorates further.

Jake nods, his eyes still lingering on yours, stalling. He takes a moment to run a hand through his hair, longer these days but no less obnoxiously becoming. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Not now, Seresin,” you say flatly, starting for the hangar again. You feel the first drop of rain land on your forehead.

“Y/N,” he says.

You turn to see him standing there defeatedly, watching you with a miserable expression. You can tell that he’s still hurting and, despite utterly hating his guts, it isn’t easy to see him in pain. The year of distance has tempered your loathing, much to your dismay, and now you find yourself almost feeling sorry for the man. Almost. “Was there something else?” you ask, trying to keep your breathing steady as you meet his gaze.

He gives you a small smile. “Just that, it’s good to see you.”

You exhale sharply as his words send a jolt through your body. “It’s starting to rain,” you state, wavering on the spot while Jake stands perfectly still. Further down the flightline, the maintenance crews are retreating after having secured the last of the equipment before the storm.

Jake takes a step forward while you focus on remaining upright against the gusts of wind. But his growing proximity isn’t helping you feel steady on your feet.

You let him come right up to you before finally taking a step back. “I’m not getting caught out in this storm,” you say, retreating.

Jake glances up at the skies as though he’s welcoming the impending shower. “It’s just a bit of water,” he says as the rain starts coming down harder. “It’ll be over soon enough.”

But he knows as well as you do that you aren’t one to wait around, hoping that the storm will pass. You don’t have that kind of patience. “I can be civil,” you call, walking backward as the downpour intensifies.

Jake watches you through the heavy rain pelting the tarmac. You try to catch your breath as it washes over your face and trickles past the collar of your flight suit, soaking your undershirt. “Me too,” he responds.

You flex your hands, curling them into fists as your pace slows to a halt when you see that Jake isn’t budging. When he finally takes a step forward, you sigh, trying to summon the hatred you once felt toward him. Unfortunately, all you can muster is despair.

Jake is moving slowly, as though he’s half-expecting you to run, but the truth is, you can’t move a muscle because you’re entranced. It’s ridiculous how attractive he looks with rainwater dripping from his soaking hair. He approaches cautiously, his eyes meeting yours as he presses his lips together solemnly. “I let you down,” he says, his eyebrows converging as he frowns. “And I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I know that. I’m not expecting it.”

You clench your teeth to keep your mouth from trembling as your eyes well up. Finally, the pouring rain exhibits an advantage – masking your falling tears.

“But I need you to know that I am sorry,” he continues, his eyes searching your face. “I’m an idiot for ever letting you go.”

You lower your gaze, blinking through the water – whether it’s tears or rain is irrelevant at this point. Jake’s hands come up and he places them on your arms, so gently that you wouldn’t feel them if you weren’t watching them in action. You let out a shaky sigh as he takes another step forward and, when he presses his lips to the top of your head, you squeeze your eyes shut.

“God, I missed you,” he breathes as his mouth moves to your forehead.

You shake your head, lifting your face to grace him with a reproachful look. You’ve spent an entire year getting over him. Twelve months coping with the pain of losing your best friend. Three hundred and sixty-five days adjusting to his absence. And he has the nerve to tell you that he’s missed you? “Come on, Jake,” you say, not quite able to suppress the hint of malice in your tone. “Doesn’t look like this rain is going to be letting up anytime soon.”

Jake studies your face. “One day, maybe.”

You scoff. “Meanwhile, it’s getting uncomfortable.”

Jake smiles sadly. “I don’t mind it,” he says. “As long as I’m with you.”

You take a step back. “You’re not.”

“I know.”

You let out another frustrated sigh but you can’t seem to hold it together any longer. Dropping your helmet into the puddle at your feet, you break down in tears.

Immediately, Jake closes the gap between the two of you and takes your face in his hands, his eyes flitting between yours urgently despite the wall of rain between you. “Please don’t,” he begs, his face contorted as he tries to hold back tears of his own. “Please.” He rests his forehead over yours.

You push at him and back away. “Then stop!” you yell, your words barely audible over the pouring rain. “Stop making me hurt!”

Jake bows his head, running a hand over his face as his shoulders start to shake. When he glances up at you, his eyes are red and shining. “I can’t stop, Y/N,” he croaks, his voice breaking when he says your name. “I love you.”

You roll your eyes and let out a spiteful laugh but, when Jake steps forward again, cupping his hands around your cheeks, you bite into your bottom lip, falling silent.

“You might not need me anymore,” he says, “but I still need you. And I know that’s selfish, and I know that it’s never gonna happen, but I’m not gonna stand here and pretend to be okay. I’m not okay.”

You watch him solemnly, trying to subdue the trembling of your body. Whether it’s the rain or his words causing you to vibrate uncontrollably is anybody’s guess.

“I’m never getting over you,” he whispers, his lips hovering just over your mouth.

It’s taking all of your strength to hold back a sob; to keep from falling into his arms and letting him shelter you from the rain. Jake has always been an expert at testing your self-control. “We should go,” you mutter. “Before this storm gets any worse.”

Jake sighs over your lips. “It’s just rain, baby,” he whispers. “It’s always gonna pass.”

You close your eyes, feeling yourself submitting to his pull. “It’s getting cold,” you counter.

“I can warm you,” he breathes.

And suddenly, you’re letting out a whimper and grabbing a hold of his flight suit and drawing him impossibly close. At the same time, Jake lifts your face, finally locking his lips with yours. His kiss is so needy, so fevered that it’s making your head spin. His hands leave your face as he wraps his arms around your neck, moving further into you as your fingers clasp behind his back, squeezing him against your body.

You aren’t thinking about the past when his tongue is pushing urgently against your own. You aren’t thinking about the future when your palms travel up his chest, slipping up the wet skin of his neck until your hands are on his face, your fingers stroking the stubble on his jawline. The storm is far from over but perhaps you’ve got what it takes to ride it out.

Jake clutches your waist as he layers your mouth with kiss after kiss. “Oh, baby,” he mutters apologetically. “Baby, I swear I never meant to see you again.”

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The Hills

Summary: Taylor stumbles over to your house after a rough fight and a break-up with her-- now ex-boyfriend, Joe. The only problem is that Taylor is drunk and high, claiming she wants you. She does, but she also knows she's not ready to tell the world she's gay. S0, after being denied and sent to your guestroom, Taylor wakes up in the morning knowing exactly what she wants-- you.

note: I wanted to make this so much angstier, but I didn't. Maybe I will in the future, but for now enjoy :) / also posted on my ao3 (and will be on my wattpad when I get around to it).

pairing: taylor swift/reader

cw: drugs, alcohol, making out.

Taylor shrugs on her plaid coat, sighing as Joe continues to argue. They're currently at a friend's, friend's party, and Joe keeps trying to pick a fight with her. To say Taylor's not in the mood is a straight-up lie, she's beyond stressed from re-recording, touring, and making music videos in between. Joe keeps arguing and pressing a matter that Taylor has debunked on multiple occasions.

"All I'm saying Taylor, is that it's weird-- and awkward!" He stomps his foot, moving some of his hair out of his face.

"I don't like her like that, Joe! I've told you this before- so, so, so many times!"

Joe's hands are flailing around, his face red as he tries to get Taylor to see his point. "I know you don't, but she does! It's so weird when she comes over because I know she's staring at you, and-- and-- just being weird!"

Taylor runs her hands through her own bangs, trying to free them from the light sheen of sweat holding them down. It's a goddamn hotbox in this house, and Taylor can barely see three feet ahead of her. "Look, Joe, I'm not going to stop being friends with her. It's a crush, it'll go away. Plus, she's never been disrespectful to you, or me."

Joe stands in front of the door, blocking Taylor from exiting. "You stop being friends with her, or you break up with me."

Taylor scoffs, obviously not believing Joe. She tries to sidestep him, wedging her hand through him and the door as she tries to slide it open. She looks up at him, eyebrows raised. "You're not being serious."

If the way his lips are pressed into a thin line, eyebrows pinched together, and the impatient tap of his foot are to go by, she'd say he was.

"Leave. I'll find my own way home."

Joe's eyes widen drastically, not even remotely expecting Taylor to choose you over him.

"Babe--"

"Don't you "babe" me. You told me to choose I did. Go." Taylor looks him dead in the eyes, even moving aside so he can cross the room and leave. He lets out a rough scoff, shaking his head as he does so. With Joe's body gone, Taylor opens the sliding glass door and steps out. The air is freezing against her hot skin, and each gust of wind sends shivers down her spine. Taylor groans loudly, rubbing her hands against her sweaty face. She doesn't even want t go back into the house-- they're only there because Joe hadn't seen his American friends in a while and they invited him. What they didn't tell Joe, or Taylor for that matter, is the fact that they were all celebrating the legalization of marijuana. Taylor hadn't been very pleased when she stepped into a literal crack house, not literally, but it definitely felt like it. Off to her right sits a plastic table, a couple of lighters and joints are accompanied by a box of some name-brand alcohol.

Taylor sighs, she shouldn't, she knows, but she really wants to forget about the shitty day she's had. It's been one fight after another with Joe, not to mention the fact that she knows she doesn't just feel nothing for you, and so does Joe. Taylor knows where he's coming from, of course she does, she'd be just as worried if Joe had a friend who liked him. But still, that doesn't give him a right to present her with an ultimatum like that. Taylor doesn't think she'll reach out to Joe.

With those complicated thoughts, Taylor strides over to the table and grabs a joint. She holds one end to her mouth, raising a lighter up to it. Whatever knowledge about smoking she knows, came straight from a movie. So, when Taylor pulls away the lighter and takes a big breath in, she immediately yanks it out of her mouth and starts coughing. It's a rough, gnarly cough that eats up at her throat, but when it's over she brings the joint back up to her lips.

It's been a couple of minutes now, her eyes fluttering shut as the overwhelming calm sets over her body. Taylor completely forgets about Joe, about the fight, and her happiness only increases as she takes a sip of the cheap, warm beer.

Another couple of minutes go by before Taylor starts thinking again. This time, she thinks about you. About your smile, the way her stomach flutters every time you're close to her, about your lips that Taylor bets are as soft as they look. And as Taylor takes another hit, her entire body is practically begging to know what your touch would be like. Taylor opens Uber, typing in your address as she leaves the room. Bodies are pushed against her as she half-trips down the stairs, squeezes past people making out, and dodges a girl vomiting on the sidewalk. Her Uber shows up a couple of minutes later, and she's standing in your front, porch light only ten minutes after.

The knock on your door wakes you up from your slumber. Your dog jumps off your lap, yapping and running around at the noise.

You groggily stand up, rubbing your eyes and you check the peephole of the door. You open the door. "Taylor?" you groan out. "It's like-- four in the morning, what are you doing?"

Still under the weed and alcohol, Taylor can't help the way your morning voice has her desperate. "I broke up with Joe."

Sleep runs away at that, your eyes wide as you take in the news. "Oh, Tay, I'm so sorry." You open the door wider, a silent gesture for her to enter your house. "Do you need a hug?"

Taylor shakes her head, slipping off her shoes. With the information out there, Taylor takes a couple of steps around you and takes even more forward. You're trapped against the wall, confusion pumping through your veins.

"Taylor?" you ask, although it comes out more of a sigh when you meet her gaze.

She doesn't answer you, instead leaning down by your lips. Her hot breath fans against them, her only thoughts being how much she wants you.

"I broke up with him for you."

Your eyes widen furthermore, the new information not at all expected. Your heart is violently slamming against your ribs, your mouth suddenly dry. You lick your lips and watch as Taylor glances downwards.

"I don't understand."

Taylor's hands are wandering, you're not quite sure when they were even touching you, but that thought is disregarded as she starts bringing them under your shirt. "I don't want him, I want you."

With that Taylor closes the gap between you, your hands wedging themselves into her hair. It is absolute bliss as she continues to kiss you, her right leg coming in between your own. Her lips leave yours reluctantly, reattaching moments later at your jaw, then your neck, and your neck again, and oh. You let out a slight whimper, her teeth softly biting into your neck, the pains only there for a moment though, as her tongue comes out to slide right over it. It isn't until then you smell the weed on her clothes and the alcohol on her breath that you start to panic.

You shove her away, taking a few steps away from her as well. "Are you drunk right now? And-- is that weed?" you practically yell.

Taylor groans, sliding off her jacket. It's tossed on the floor recklessly as she steps forward again. "I came from a party, but I'm fine. I'm sober enough."

You shake your head, all of that stuff five minutes ago shattered. How do you even know if she was being honest? How do you even really know she just didn't want a one-night stand? You don't. But you're sure as hell not going to let your best friend walk out onto the street drunk and high.

Wordlessly, you guide Taylor up to the guest bedroom and set her down. "Extra set of pajamas in the closet, and there should be a spare toothbrush in the bathroom."

Taylor sighs, wanting to go back to kissing you. She came here for sex, not to be treated like a child. But even loopy she knows you won't let her touch you in this state, so walks to the closet and grabs the clothes. Taylor looks over to you, a frown on her face as she watches you let out a small sniffle. You're disappointed no doubt, the moment with Taylor you longed for was absolutely ruined by the fact that-- in your eyes-- it wasn't real. Not only that, you're beating yourself up over the fact that you made out with her when she wasn't sober.

Taylor hears a soft whimper fall from your mouth as you turn around to leave. Even drunk Taylor doesn't like that noise, she wants to give you a big hug-- tell you that it's fine. But she's the reason you're saddened, she's the reason that you're crying, and that scares her. So, she locks the door behind you and slides into your clothes.

The bed is freezing, and Taylor has a strong urge to eat something, but she doesn't want to run the risk of running into you-- so she slides under the covers and wipes her own tears away.

Taylor wakes up the next morning with a bad headache and an even worse heartache. She hadn't consumed nearly enough weed or alcohol to make her forget about last night, so everything that happened was still playing in her brain. Taylor sits up, groaning as she rubs her forehead. She fucked up, she knows she did. Taylor doesn't know what to do though, because as much as she wants to run back to Joe and apologize, she can't exactly forget about what happened last night-- or how much she doesn't regret it. Kind of doesn't. She regrets leading Joe on as much as she did, and she certainly regrets being drunk and high. Taylor doesn't regret kissing you though, even smiling as she remembers the moment.

She gets up, adjusting her pajama shorts, and opens the bedroom door. Taylor walks down the stairs and into the kitchen, finding you seated on a chair looking at your phone. She clears her throat awkwardly, at a loss for words.

"There's food in the fridge, I have to get to work soon so I won't be eating with you."

Taylor frowns a little at that, but she shakes it off and looks up at you. "About last nig--"

"Don't. You were drunk and high, and I'm guessing you don't remember most of anything."

There's her way out. She can agree, apologize for crashing on you and go back to Joe. She doesn't. Instead, she shakes her head and rebuttals. "I do. I remember everything-- from breaking up with Joe and showing up here, and-- uh, and kissing you."

You don't seem fazed, by this, instead nodding your head along with her. "Taylor, I know it was a mistake. You weren't sober at all and I don't blame you."

Taylor's eyes widen, her heart feeling like it could burst. Had she gotten it wrong? Did you not like her like she liked you? No, you had to, there was no way you didn't like her when you looked at her like she held your entire world. Taylor saw it in the way you blushed whenever she leaned over you to grab something, or when she leaned against you to cuddle and your breathing halted, or in the--

"I think I love you," she blurted, a light gasp leaving her own mouth.

You look at Taylor for a moment, phone off and on the kitchen table. "T--Taylor, you don't know what you're talking about. You're hungover and freshly out of a breakup."

Taylor shakes her head, more confident in her statement now. "No, no, I know I do."

She walks over to you, grabbing your hand as she does so. "I know the way I came here was completely inexcusable, m-- my behavior was poor, and I shouldn't have done that when I wasn't sober. But you reciprocated-- you kissed me too, Y/N, and that has to mean something."

Taylor stares at you, swallowing harshly as she waits for your response.

"I can't, Taylor. I won't be the rebound girl, I just won't do that to myself."

"But you're not!" Taylor sighs, stepping even closer to you as she holds your face. With her hand guiding your jaw to her, you have no choice but to look into her eyes. And now that you're looking into her beautiful, blue eyes, you can't lie.

"I'm scared, Taylor. The world doesn't know you're gay-- hell, I didn't know you were gay until I was pinned to my own wall! And you just got out of a relationship with Joe, and it's not like we can be public-- at least not for months after this. I jus--" You cut yourself off, tears pricking your eyes as even more worries fill your brain.

Taylor sighs, leaning her head against yours. As much as your brain tells you to push her away, your body doesn't listen. "So we keep it under wraps for a bit. Just us for a couple of months until I can tell everyone about you."

You close your eyes, trying to focus on your thoughts. That proves to be impossible though, as you feel Taylor's thumb delicately swipe across your cheek, wiping stray tears from your face. Taylor lets out a shaky sigh, pressing a light kiss against your forehead. "I promise you won't be a secret for long, just until everything settled and it's okay for me to tell everyone."

When you don't give her an answer, she lays your head against her chest and starts talking again. "Baby, I just want to love you right. I don't want to hurt you, but I know I won't be able to go back to being friends-- I don't want to."

Your stomach flutters at the term of endearment. Truth be told you wouldn't be able to be just friends after last night. Not after you got to know what it was like to have her lips on yours, her hands against your skin, and her breath mixing with yours. She was, no joke intended, intoxicating to you.

You look up to Taylor and wrap your arms around her back, nodding your head against her chest as you do so. "I love you too, Taylor. For way too long, now."

Taylor lets out a soft chuckle, burying her face into the top of your head. You can feel her smile against you, which causes you to let out a small laugh and smile too.

You and Taylor sit there for a bit longer, holding each other and giggling randomly. Of course, you know that the next couple of months will be rough-- not only for you but also for Taylor herself-- but you're willing to do it if it means you get to love her.

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diaryofassortedimagines · 2 years

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still with you-

musical beetlejuice x reader smut/fluff

beetlejuice has to take a week and a half long business trip to the netherworld and leaves you his blazer to hug in his absence. when he returns to find you wearing nothing but his coat and humping his pillow in your sleep, things get a tad bit frisky. enjoy!! ;)

“you have to go, beej?” you pouted.

“yeah, babes… unfortunately i do.” he shrugged and pulled you into a soft, but meaningful hug.

“what are you even doing there anyway?” you asked him. he grumbled and held you tighter.

“APPARENTLY i’m nOt SuPpOsEd To Be ScArInG sO mAnY tInY cHiLdReN, and it’s something called dIsOrDeRlY cOnDuCt, which according to the stupid dead people laws, MaKeS tHe ReCeNtLy DeCeAsEd LeSs CoMfOrTaBlE iN tHeIr NeW hOmE.” you kept it to yourself, but they had a point. “so now i’ve gotta go explain myself and charm my way outta trouble in hell court. guess that’s all court is though, huh babes??” he laughed, but you furrowed your brow in concern.

“you’re going to court?? are you gonna, like, go to jail or prison or something?? how much trouble are we talking beej—”

“woah, woah babes, slow down,” he smiled “these lawmakers of the netherworld are a bunch of jokesters. nothing they ever claim comes through, they’re all cheap talk. and besides, they know i’ve got too much ‘a reputation with the dead and too many clones to be all jailed up like that. they’d rather have me roaming the streets than deal with me in jail.” he made a good point. no one wants to deal with a fussy beej, especially if you don’t love him like you do. your mind eased a little. “don’t worry, babes. i’m not goin anywhere. however…” he grimaced. “time does pass differently in the netherworld, and it’s gonna seem to you like i’m gone for a lot longer than it will to me.” you frowned in dismay.

“h-how much longer is a lot longer?” he chewed his lip for a moment and slumped a little bit.

“‘bout two weeks, babe... i-it could be less. it’s hard to really know. you’re not mad at me are ya, toots?” you were certainly sad, sad that you’d miss out on all your weekly traditions and that you wouldn’t get to see his face and be scared by him every time you came home, but beetlejuice had a way with you to where you couldn’t stay mad at him no matter what he did. it was a blessing and a curse.

“i couldn’t be really mad at you if i tried, beej. just as long as you’ll be back. besides, it’s not as long as i thought.” you were expecting upwards of a month. deep down though, beetlejuice could tell you were trying to hide how bummed out you really were.

“don’t worry, babes, i’ll be back. besides, you’ll always have a little bit’a me with you.” in a snap, his blazer was off his shoulders and now on you, oversized, warm, and beej all over. you giggled.

“i can keep it?” he kissed your forehead as you smiled.

“for now, toots. of course, i’ll be taking a couple pairs of my favorite panties of yours with me in return.” you scoffed a laugh. “nothin’s free babes. lova ya!” he kissed you on both cheeks, gave a laid back wave goodbye, and in an instant, was gone in a puff of green smoke.

you watched the smoke fade away til the very last strand, and reached out to try and grab it before it dissipated, but all it did was recede and blow out from the gust of wind your hand caused. you frowned and made your way over to the couch. holding the jacket tight around your body, still smelling strongly of him--moss, dirt, and a little bit of what may’ve been blood--you plopped down on the couch and laid your head in his spot. you missed him already, and the thought that you could bring him back all with just three words was a temptation so strong that the love you had for him was the only thing that could stop you.

your stomach rumbled deep and you groaned, knowing you have to eat, but dreading it. you drew in a deep breath, doing your best to exhale your sorrows as you expelled the air, and rushed to the fridge. inside, you found a couple plates and bowls, all covered in tin foil, and a chilled note attached to it. from the atrocious handwriting alone, you knew immediately it was from your old BJ.

“toots,

i haven’t cooked in about 1,000 years,’ you quickly laughed at this and then went back to reading. ‘but i wanted to make my absence seem as short and un-lonely as possible. hope you like it. if not, the deer might eat it. love ya,

- your favorite demon, with love

p.s.

more surprises to be found around the house throughout the week. don’t worry, you won’t get em all at once.’

you giggled a little at the stark contrast of his impeccable grammar and his nauseating handwriting, and also the fact that he seemed to forget there weren’t many deer this deep into the city. carefully, you pulled the dishes from out of the puzzle he’d made in the fridge, six of them that he stacked miraculously stably, and set them on the table. you opened them one by one, and they actually all looked quite good. a few things were off, however: everything he made had been dyed green with what you hoped was food coloring, and the mystery green sauce covered pasta had two types of noodles, one black and the other the normal white. another bowl was filled of jell-o, green and very dark black cherry cubes. there was a bowl of chili, which the dye had made look utterly sickly, green dyed pizza rolls that he insisted to have cooked instead of left in the freezer (although there was a note informing you there was more in the freezer), frog in a hole toast with extra green eggs on the side (which did great in the microwave), and corn on the cob he rolled in green butter (he also included a note in this one to let you know that he cooked this by using his own magic to set it on fire in the kitchen).

you laughed and felt a pleasant tingle in your heart. getting to work on heating up those eggs. maybe, you wouldn’t be so lonely after all.

***

throughout the week, which you’d gotten really great sleep in with the house being so quiet, beej came through on his promise and left you little surprises around the house. one night in particular you came home to find vodka and margarita mix on the counter. another morning you woke up to limp, white and black roses poking your face in the part of the bed he usually slept. he’d managed to sneak a couple videos onto your phone of him, some telling you how much he already misses and loves you, how he’s still with you, and some other not so... pure footage, a new video popping up every day. he also found it hysterical, apparently, to kill or flicker the lights every now and then. even in another dimension he managed to scare you. with all this, including the jacket you never took off other than at work, the week and a half he’d been gone went far faster and easier than expected.

on the last few nights though, the days became harder, and you found yourself wearing nothing but his jacket (not even a blanket with the heat) and clutching his pillow every night, some nights falling asleep with tear dampened hair. you knew that no one would mess with beej in the netherworld, he was too infamous for ruthlessness and no one wanted to deal with him, but you still couldn’t help but worry that something could’ve gone wrong. a god forbidden sandworm, perhaps? what if his charm finally gave out on him and he was in fact imprisoned? what if he wasn’t coming back. after hours, you finally tired of thinking too much, and fell asleep to the sound thoughts of when he’d finally return.

your thoughts were a little too pleasant that night, and to your delight, there he was in your dream, head between your thighs and hands clutching your waist. unconsciously, your bare body humped his pillow that you had your legs wrapped around. your breaths became more and more weighted as his dream state tongue lapped at your most sensitive parts. you were so damn close, seconds away, and almost as if beej could read your mind, he appeared in your bedroom. the moderately loud puff of smoke hadn’t managed to wake you, and beetlejuice was left frozen and wordless as he watched you hump his pillow, wrapped up tight in his jacket. he moaned as you soiled his pillow with your cum, and mumbled his name with a strained grunt. he leaned down a bit and kissed your neck awake before whispering in your ear.

“you called, babe?” you turned to face him, his wonderful, adorable, insatiable face, and it was then that he realized his jacket was the only thing you were wearing. your eyes both widened, his in shock and arousal and yours in joy.

“beej!” you threw yourself up at him, your arms around him and his around you. you both hummed at the feeling of your warm, bare body pressed tight to his cold form and thin button down shirt. “oh, i missed you, i missed you, i missed you!” you exclaimed between kisses to his cheeks, nose, lips, neck--all of him. he beamed at you.

“told you i wasn’t goin’ anywhere. i missed you too, babes--ow!” you hit him rather hard on his shoulder.

“no, don’t even talk about ‘missing me’! to you it’s only been, what, three days? i’ve been without my favorite being in the universe for a week and a half...” he grimaced, despite his heart warming at his new achievement of “favorite being of the most wonderful person in the universe and beyond.”

“ah, i’m sorry babes. you really did miss me, huh? well, if you moaning my name in your sleep was any indication.” he looked down at your nearly bare form and then gestured to his cum soaked pillow. you felt like you’d just gone down a rollercoaster. “god, babes, i think i like this better than lingerie.” you smirked.

“oh, yeah? too bad, i seem to remember you saying you wanted to keep--”

“keep it, smeep it, i’ll buy a new one! you are never taking this off.” you both laughed together. “now, how ‘bout i make your dreams come true, huh, toots?” his hands snaked up your waist and to your breasts, massaging them with with a delighted hum against your morphing lips. you were moaning at his touch already. how could you not keel for a guy like him, dead or alive? god, you missed this.

his hands moved all over you, and finally as you bucked your hips toward him he reached your aching pussy. you let out an open mouthed moan, breaking the kiss at the very first touch and riding his fingers. he was laughing through an aroused grunt.

“god, you don’t even know how much i missed you.” you yelped and stuttered your hips as his trained fingers almost immediately found your clit. you clenched his shirt and nuzzled your head into his chest, pulling away as soon as his hand wrapped firmly, but too firm, around your throat. he came down to kiss you, his lips muffling your moans. you were close already, so, so damn close. you tensed and your moans stuttered. he knew what this meant of course.

“god, baby, you close already?” he cooed. all you could do was nod, or try to against the clench of his hand around your neck. and then, he stopped.

“beej!” you yelled and slapped his chest in annoyance. “bj i am not in the mood for this right n--” he took your breath away as he pushed you down and dropped to his knees, yanking you closer to him by your hips, and in an instant his lips were deep in your folds, lapping and sucking messily like you craved all week. you were in too much bliss to be audible, instead only trying to breathe as you came on his tongue. he cleaned up every bit of it and let it melt onto his taste buds. as his lips finally let you go, you were left shaking as he crawled back up to you. sure, you masturbated to those videos of him plenty of times throughout the week, but there was nothing out there like beej. nothing and no one nearly as good. “i love you so, so damn much.” you held his face in your hands and he smiled like a puppy. he loved that you loved him so much. that you adored him.

your hands moved from his face down to his crotch, gently stroking the tent in his pants. he grunted and his body relaxed. in this window of bliss you pushed him off of you and rolled on top of him. you kissed down his neck and began working at the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped you.

“hey, babe, babe, you can get me back tomorrow, yeah? just let tonight be for you, you should get some re--” you shushed him with your finger on his lips.

“just--just shut up and take your clothes off, already.” he chuckled, a little stunned, and with a wave of his hand his clothes were across the room. “oh, well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes...” he couldn’t help but smile and soften (his heart, not so much his dick, that is) at every compliment, no matter how lewd or dirty. you kissed down his neck and to his chest, leaving a few flicks of your tongue on his nipples as his hands tangled in your hair you moved lower and lower, licking and kissing up and down his soft stomach. your lips you were inches from his cock, but still, you didn’t touch him. instead, you kissed his thighs and the skin around it, starting at the edge, around to the front, and to the sensitive inner portion, his body tremoring.

“c’mon, babes. stop teasing so damn much.”

‘uh-uh...” you hummed no. you missed him too much. the mossy, salty, earthy taste of his skin, the sound of his moans. “juuust a little longer.” you kept your promise, and after a few more kisses to his thighs and stomach, took his dripping head into your mouth. you both moaned at this. you did mostly because of the satisfaction of finally tasting the slightly rotten precum and woodsy, slightly grass tasting skin. you sucked at him hard as your head lowered and you took more and more of him in.

“oh, fuck, baby~” he grunted and threw his head back. “so, so fucking good.” beej wasn’t afraid to make noise, and as you engulfed him farther and harder, his volume rose considerably and his hand gripped your hair. his hips were bucking as you took almost of him in, choking on his tip, tongue flat against the base of his cock. “holy hell, toots--oh, y-yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” you giggled at the idea that he thought you’d even imagine stopping. the vibrations of your laugh intensified the pleasure and he tensed, his back arching off the bed as you picked it up to top speed and hummed around his cock. he came into your mouth with a deafening moan and a tight squeeze to your hair. “so... so fucking perfect.” you swallowed his salty, “acquired taste” cum and gave him one last lick up the base of him, swirling your tongue around his head to make sure you didn’t miss any. “you.. you are unreal.” you lifted yourself up and straddled his hips.

“you got that right.” you smiled as you took him by surprise and moved his cock to your entrance, the erect member sliding against your soaked folds a couple times. you inhaled sharply through your mouth and moaned as he spread your tight pussy, a burning sensation you missed so much, eased with your slick. he was whimpering and groaning endlessly as you slunk your way all the way down. you were breathless by that point, and soon after lifted yourself up before dropping back down onto him, over and over, slowly picking up more speed. you were both making obscene, horrific sounds of sex, and before you could let out another moan he flipped you over, cock still buried deep inside you and now pounding into you at a mind bending, merciless speed. “oh—fuck! oh my g-god bee, that’s so fucking good.”

“yeah? bet you missed my cock, didn’t you??” he grunted between stuttered whimpers. all you could do was moan in affirmation. “my perfect fucking whore.” you were already close again, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. at the new sensation, he felt the same rope in his stomach tighten. “god, i’m so fucking c-close, toots.”

“m-me too.” you whimpered. the room filled with the sound of skin against skin and obscene sounds of pleasure.

“cum with me, baby, please?? for me.” his hand moved to your clit as he continued to slam his hips into yours, and that was all it took for you to fall off the edge for the third time that half hour. as you came, you felt him tense at the same time as he began to pull out of you. you didn’t let him go, however, and wrapped your legs behind his back so he’d cum inside you. the room seemed to go quiet for both of you in your climax, slowly returning as you came back down to earth. “oh, baby.” he said. you were wordless. collapsing beside you, the both of you sighed in slight disappointment as he slid out of you. he put his arm out for you to lay on and you nuzzled into his bare chest.

“i am so fucking glad your back... missed you so much.”

“me too, babe.” he sighed in contentment. “so what’d you think of the pasta? too al dente?” you chuckled.

“they were perfect, bee. everything is perfect.”

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man, i like this one, ngl

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice x reader smut #beetlejuice x you #musical beetlejuice #beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x you smut #musicaljuice #alex brightman x reader #alex brightman

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my-own-walker · 10 months

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Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

The afternoon sun peeked through the leaves of the tree I laid under. The dancing light cast shadows on the ground that fluttered and shifted with each gust of wind. I stretched out on a blanket situated a few feet away from the base of the giant oak tree. Its trunk seemed to stretch up into the sky for miles, from my vantage point. The twisted branches intertwined to create a beautiful pattern. I breathed in fresh, crisp fall air as another breeze washed over me.

"Hannah," Kyle spoke, breaking me out of my daze. I turned my head to the right and looked up at him. He smiled at me before stroking my hair idly. "I was just making sure you weren't falling asleep on me."

I giggled softly and reached up to my head, putting my hand on top of his. "I was looking at the tree."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Here, look," I instructed, patting the blanket beside me. "Lay down and look up, you'll see what I mean." Kyle scooted over and laid down, blonde curls splaying like a golden crown around his head. "Look at how the branches weave together."

"It's pretty," he replied simply. "Not as pretty as you, though." I blushed, turning my head to once again face him. He propped himself up on his elbow and leaned down to kiss me. He stopped, suddenly.

"Hannah," he said.

"What?"

"Hannah," he repeated, louder. "Hannah!"

My eyes shot open at the sound of Lily's voice. Her hands grasped my arm tightly, shaking me awake. I sat up slightly to signal to her that she could stop manhandling me. Words couldn't quite come to my lips just yet.

"Christ, Han," Lily groaned, stepping back and grabbing my phone off of my nightstand. "Can you turn this shit off? Damn!"

I didn't even hear my alarm going off. Wordlessly, I grabbed my phone from her and unlocked it, tapping the necessary items to shut the racket off. My eyes still felt bleary, reality still not quite setting in.

"Sorry," I croaked. It was about all I could manage.

"Are you even okay? Jesus," she asked, annoyance still coloring her tone. "You're still in jeans, babe."

I looked down, and to my own shock, found that I was still in yesterday's clothes. I stayed up almost all night reworking my horrible poem. I didn't even give myself time to get changed after getting home. I took breaks only for food and the bathroom, but even still I wasn't happy with the final product.

"I stayed up late doing homework," I replied, finally looking Lily in the eyes. She wore a light layer of makeup. Her hair was up and held back with a bright pink cloth headband. She was dressed and ready for class, in total contrast to me. "What time is it?"

"9:30," she answered. "Your alarm's been going off for like two hours. I think you missed your class."

"Yep, I fuckin' did, huh?" I sighed, flopping back heavily onto my pillow. "This is so backward. You're going to class and I skipped mine."

"I have to today," she replied, sighing as well. "It's our first exam. Yay, History of American Education!" She was entirely sarcastic, of course. She sat on the edge of my bed and put her hand on my arm.

"I had the weirdest dream," I whispered, looking off into space. "I was on a date or something."

"Oooh, with who?" Lily teased. For a second, I couldn't quite remember. In the way that dreams tend to leave your head as soon as you open your eyes. Then, it dawned on me. My eyes widened slightly.

"Y-you know, I can't really remember," I stammered, too embarrassed to admit the truth.

"Well, that's boring, then. I thought you were going to say something funny like Leon or Channing Tatum," she complained, standing to leave.

"Ew, Lily," I cringed. "Channing Tatum? Really?"

"What? He's disgustingly handsome," she returned, beginning to walk out of the room. "You're like, the only girl that doesn't think that. It would be so funny if you had a sex dream about him."

"You're so fucking gross! Leave!" I cackled, throwing a pillow at her as she walked out the door.

"Bye, love you!" she called back.

"Love you," I grumbled in reply, turning onto my side. I stared at the wall across from my bed, straight at the David Bowie poster I had hung up. He stared back at me with his piercing bi-colored eyes, his bright orange hair blazing majestically.

Oh, David, I thought. I think I'm fucked.

Before long, the sun set and it became time to walk over to 1024 Broadway Street.

Just come over at 7.

I stared at the text Kyle sent, reading it over almost every minute. I was afraid to be too early, but I also didn't want to be too late. I also, for sure, did not want to see him after the dream I had. For some reason, I had this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I thought about him. The same feeling I had when he was about to kiss me in the dream.

I couldn't quiet my thoughts about him on the entire walk to the Kappa Lambda Gamma house. It was agonizing. I intentionally wore a pair of athletic shorts and an oversized sweatshirt for the little meetup. The signals in my mind were already fried, I didn't want to confuse them further by wearing something nice. My caveman girl brain would mistake this thing for a date, given the night prior's events.

The house was a red brick colonial with black shutters and white, rounded-off windows. The fraternity's Greek letters, cut out of wood and painted a dark blue, sat just above the doorway, just in case any of the guys got lost, I assume. When you're piss drunk, having your frat's symbol emblazoned onto your house like a bat signal should give you a higher success rate of getting home.

I had been in the house before. Or at least, I was pretty sure I had been there before. Like I've said before, I went to a lot of parties during my time at Tulane, thanks to Lily. Kyle's frat didn't host often. They were on probation after a few unsavory incidents in the house left people injured or harmed in some way. It had been a long time since I even walked near the KLG house.

Too afraid to simply walk up to the door and knock, I stood on the sidewalk, a few yards from the house, and pulled out my phone to text Kyle to come get me. Before I could even open the messages app, though, I heard a voice call my name.

I looked up quickly and found Kyle standing on the porch, waiting for me. He must have had the foresight to realize I'd be unsure of how to even approach getting inside. He gestured for me to come closer with his hand.

"Come on in, I didn't want you to get lost," he called to me as I rushed closer. "It's a big house."

"I can see that," I quipped, raising my eyebrows. I walked through the door Kyle was holding open for me and stood awkwardly in the foyer, waiting for him to show me where to go. Kyle turned and looked at me, pausing for a moment, almost as if he was waiting for me to lead the way.

"Oh- uh," he stuttered, "you can follow me." He paused awkwardly again before sliding past me. The house was strangely quiet. I followed him up the large set of stairs on the left side of the foyer, taking care to not trip or something and further my embarrassment. In all honesty, I couldn't even fully look at him. I should have still been seething from his stunt the day before but instead, I was weirdly nervous.

He turned left and led me down a hallway, stopping about halfway down in front of a door on the left side.

"This is me," he uttered, opening the door. "I'm one of the lucky ones that didn't get stuck with a roommate." He stepped in and waited for me to follow suit before closing the door, turning the latch on the doorknob to lock it. He must have seen my face change to one of discomfort. "Just so my brothers can't barge in and be weird," he quickly added.

His room was surprisingly well decorated. His bed sat lofted in the right corner of the room with a grey-striped bedspread tucked neatly into the bed frame. His desk was nestled under the bed, lit with a small desk lamp and the light of his computer monitor. A chest of drawers sat in the left corner of the room right below a small window, which was adorned with dark blue curtains. Closer to where we were standing was a small couch on the right side of the room, and a TV stand with a small television atop it on the left. In the center of the floor laid a grey wool rug. The walls were littered with various posters and flags, including a Tulane flag and a Beatles poster.

"Abbey Road," I remarked, pointing at the aforementioned wall hanging.

"One of the best albums of all time," he answered, walking to his desk. He pulled out the chair and sat on it sideways so he could face me.

"Best song on it?" I challenged, not fully believing that he'd actually listened to the album.

"How can I pick just one?" he smirked. I was sure I found him out. Anyone who actually listens to an album for sure has a favorite. "The entire B-side of the record from 'You Never Give Me Your Money' on is brilliant."

I was stunned. "The medley, huh?" I muttered. "I like 'I Want You.'"

"That's a long one," he chuckled.

"I prefer The White Album, though," I replied. I still stood stiffly in the front of the room. I didn't want to sit in his furniture, for fear of what he might have done on them. Kyle turned to grab his books out of his backpack, so I took the opportunity to step forward and plop down, criss-cross applesauce on the ground. The rug was soft, thankfully. I slung my bag off my shoulder and looked down to open it.

"You can, you know, sit on the couch," Kyle remarked smartly. "You don't have to sit on the floor."

"I know, I just, work better this way." A lie. But a harmless one at that.

"Well, I feel bad that I'm in a chair and you're not," he declared, sliding out of his chair to join me on the rug. "We're just brainstorming so I don't need a desk."

We spent an hour talking through the project and its requirements, making a schedule to meet every Thursday night to get little pieces done. The final project acted as our final, rather than an exam, so we both agreed to take it seriously. I was silently thankful that someone so good at Calc would be contributing so much to my final grade in the class.

"Now," Kyle started, setting his math notebook aside. "I feel like I need to get something out of the way."

My stomach dropped. "Y-yeah?"

"Your poem," he replied lowly. My stomach fell even further. "I want to apologize for that. I shouldn't have been so rude."

"No, it's fine," I began. "It was kinda bad."

"I don't know why I said anything."

"I get it. But I'm an English major. I should write better," I continued. "I rewrote it a bit. I was struggling with it, honestly." I appreciated the apology. It was big of him to own up to what he did. It was likely because we'd have to see each other regularly and be civil to do well on the project. I didn't care the reason, it just made me happy to know he had a sliver of a conscience.

"Can I try to help? I actually like poetry," he asked. "I also listen to a lot of music and that's like poetry I think." I grabbed my bag and rummaged through, pulling out the small spiral notebook I use for ideas and brainstorming.

"What do you propose? It's due tomorrow," I responded. Kyle shifted to lay on his stomach, resting his chin on his hands. He looked off into middle distance, eyes cast toward the door.

"I just think that writing about eyes is cliche like I said. What was the prompt again?"

"Love. Just love. Fucking vague, right?" I snarked.

"God, yeah," he sighed. "I think... I think if you want to describe loving someone, like parts of them, you should pick unique things. At this point you shouldn't scrap the whole poem, just tweak it."

"Yeah, I agree, again, considering it's due tomorrow."

Kyle inhaled sharply and turned onto his side, still staring off, rather than looking at me directly. I sat, pen perched over the notebook paper, waiting to write his ideas down. Even if I didn't use them, I still valued other people's takes on things.

"Talk about, oh, I don't know. Their clothes. How they express themselves. How they stand out from a crowd. Or the way they scrunch their face up when they stretch." I started scribbling his words down quickly. "Her crooked smile, or the way her eyes flash when she gets passionate about what she's saying. The way her hair is always getting in her eyes, or how she pushes her glasses up her nose when they start to slip down."

I don't know when it happened, but I slowly stopped writing, transfixed by his words. The detail with which he described some imaginary person left me flustered. You could tell he knew what true love was.

"Maybe," he continued, "write about how you love when she finishes your thoughts. Or how she taps her pencil on her face when she's thinking."

I do that. I thought.

"Should I keep going?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up at him, finding him staring directly at me. I met his deep brown eyes, which were now sparkling and bright. He sat up to look at my notebook. "No good, huh?"

"Oh, god, no it was great," I stammered, still looking into his eyes. "Sorry, I just, my pen ran out of ink."

"Hah, that sucks. Was that helpful at all?"

"Immensely," I breathed.

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bam-stroker · 8 months

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Medieval Artober - Folklore

I’m joining in for this artober prompt with snippets inspired by Royal Rogue world! This was super fun so just playing around here to do little character/world study things from it.

Characters: You!

~ Day 5 - Folklore ~

A fire crackles and fills your vision with dancing sparks in the night.

You had snuck out to a secret gathering friends had disclosed in hushed whispers. Smiles hidden by covered mouths, to keep prying eyes and ears away from the location they were giving. A field not far off from where the nearby Forret Na Siog sat. The Fairy Forest. Trees of the most verdant green and seemingly always spring in the spots where fairies were said to step.

By the warmth of the fire a breeze blows from the lower hills of the countryside, a shiver running where it dances on your skin.

“Are we all here?”

Looking across the way a woman with a sandy complexion smiles sweetly. Her dark hair in wavy curls around her round cheeks in a short bob. A purple shawl is bundled at her neck and over her top half to stave off the evening chill. Silver bits and bobs hand sewn to the fabric so it shines in the moonlight. You had never met her before but her friendly disposition draws you in.

With a hush falling over the gathered group, all eyes are on her.

“Well.. You all came here for a reason.” She hums and looks up to the stars littering the sky, “For a story?”

The nearby trees in the forest sway as a larger gust of wind swirls through them and leads to the group. Fire dancing under the gust and filling the air with the smell of smoke and pine.

The woman looks your way, “They say that there are fairies in that forest.” Her brown eyes twinkle in the firelight. And for a brief moment you wonder… was there more than the firelight dancing in her eyes?

“The story goes there was a girl, cursed from birth.” Her low voice sweet as honey as she leans towards the man to her right, “Stuck in a body not her own. Not quite.”

Listeners begin to murmur to one another. Some wondering if the girl had been cursed to be some sort of beast. Some wondering if she had been swapped with some fairy babe. But your heart begins to beat wildly with the truth of the girl. Perhaps it was a fate you yourself had been dealt.

“She had heard of a fairy in the forest. A man who could spin the very fabric of existence to finally bring the girl to her true self.”

A teen shouts out, “No! You shouldn’t trust a fairy!” Their friend joining in, “It’s a trick. There’s always a cost.”

The woman turns to them, head cocked and a sly smile curling at her lips, “Yes. There is a cost. But-” She raises a finger, as if casting a spell of silence on the two, “What if the cost is a gift?”

You notice now how her hair seems to cover her ears completely. But just barely there… Were the tips pointed that peak through?

“This fairy listened to her story. A deal was struck - a name.”

The first teen scoffs and shakes their head, “See!”

She simply laughs and shakes her head in return. An all too knowing look, “A name is not always something someone wants to keep.” The sincerity of her words is not lost. Underneath it you can tell how much the words ring true for her.

Knowingly glances are shared around the circle from those who dared not ever speak such a truth. Those who would give anything to have a name taken away and to start a clean slate with the right one.

“She gave a name that was never hers in the first place. A burden finally let go… In this trade she was given the keys to a brand new life.”

The older woman beside you gasps, tears in her eyes as she asks, “How?”

Standing the storyteller looks around the crowd. Making sure to catch the eyes of everyone along the way, “If you would like to know how… Then head to the forest when you are ready. And when you get there-”

Her eyes lock with yours and standing you can fully see her eyes now. Rectangular pupils locking with yours, “Simply say you’re a friend of the fairies.”

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absolutewhore101 · 2 years

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Sweatshirts

A/N: all I want is for someone to give me their hoodie is that too much to ask

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x GN!Reader

Summary: Ashton gives you his sweatshirt

Warnings: none

Word Count: 834

Minors DNI (no smut, just not comfortable with you interacting)!!

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Taking a walk through the park with Ash was a great idea in theory. You were having fun, really… until it got cold.

Wearing a t-shirt with no jacket seemed like a good idea, but without looking at the weather was not.

Ashton was in the middle of telling you another story from tour when he abruptly stopped talking.

“Y/N?” He said.

You turned to look up at him, seeing the concern on his face bringing your own face into a frown.

“What? What’s wrong?” You immediately asked him.

A small smile graced his lips as he shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong. Are you cold? You’re shivering.”

As if on cue, a gust of wind blew past the two of you, bringing goosebumps to your arms, along with more shivering.

“No.” You lied. He raised his eyebrow at you. “...yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He laughed, starting to shrug off his sweatshirt. You grabbed the sleeve, stopping his movements.

“Because you’d do this. Just because I’m cold doesn’t mean you need to be cold, too, babe.” You said, as if it were obvious.

“Um. Yes it does. That’s literally what it means.” He said, bringing the sweatshirt over his head and holding it out for you.

You crossed your arms over your chest, refusing to take it. He kept in between the two of you, refusing to break eye contact. You would’ve been willing to stand there all day if that damn wind wouldn’t have come back.

As soon as you felt the slight breeze, you reached out, grabbing the sweatshirt out of his hands and putting it on.

He smiled at you, “Better?”

“Yeah, whatever.” You grumbled, continuing your walk.

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes before Ashton spoke up again.

“You look really good in that.” He said, a smirk on his face.

You immediately blushed at the compliment, muttering a small thank you as he pulled you into his side.

Ashton stopped outside your door, giving you a kiss goodbye before walking away. You smiled, yelling “goodbye!” at his back, getting a wave in return.

You walked inside, heading to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed. You left his sweatshirt in the bathroom while you showered, and when you got out, it was warmer than when you left it.

Without a second thought, you pulled it back on, walking into your bedroom and going to bed.

You’d continued to wear his sweatshirt for the next few weeks, rarely washing it, wanting it to smell like him for as long as possible. It was rare for you to be seen without it, and although Ashton endured some teasing for it, he was over the moon that you liked it so much.

The next time Ashton came over to your apartment, he’d brought a second sweatshirt with him, hoping to leave it behind without you knowing. After a few hours, when Ashton was getting ready to leave, he draped his sweatshirt over the back of your couch as he followed you to the door.

You said your goodbyes, and walked back into your living room, not even noticing his sweatshirt.

It wasn’t until a few days later when you looked in the mirror that you realized what you were wearing, and were immediately confused as to where it had come from.

After staring at it for a few minutes, you’d remembered seeing Ash wearing it before, and smiled. He left it for you to have.

This continued on for a while, and you were beginning to wonder just how many sweatshirts Ashton owned. At this point, the boys were starting to place bets on which of Ashton’s sweatshirts you would show up in (Calum was winning).

Deciding you were going to finally ask him about it, you invited him over to spend the night, to which he happily agreed. You walked into your closet, grabbing as many of his hoodies as you could hold, and brought them out into the living room.

Only after 3 trips, and your couch being covered in sweatshirts, did you realize just how many you had.

The knock on your door brought you back to reality, and you quickly walked over, opening the door to let Ashton in.

He smiled, bringing you into a kiss, holding onto you for a few moments. He looked down at the hoodie you were wearing, and was about to make a comment on it, when you grabbed his hand and dragged him into your living room.

You left him in the doorway as you walked to stand in front of the couch, laughing at the shock on his face.

“There is no way that I gave you this many… How do I even own this many?!” He said in disbelief.

“I can assure you that every sweatshirt on this couch once belonged to you.” You smiled.

“‘Once belonged’? What’s that supposed to mean?”

You smirked.

“They belong to me now.”

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thesolferino · 3 years

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Hell On Earth

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ word count: 3.2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: you barge into clay’s office to complain about his broken air conditioner, unaware that he’s streaming.

Florida was hell.

You liked to say it as a joke, during October when the rest of the world was freezing, during December when the insane temperatures finally went back under control, and the sun granted you its blessing of a refreshing gust of wind every now and then. You liked to say it as a joke, mostly, but God, did you mean it whenever summer would creep around the corner and you’d get reminded of why you told your boyfriend so often that the devil must’ve left hell, came down to America, and bought himself a nice penthouse in Florida.

It lived up to its title of the hottest state in the US, by far, considering the hellish temperatures that constantly made you dizzy whenever June rolled around. You had great air conditioning in your apartment, though, and as soon as the sun started burning skin, plants, water, and everything in its way, you and your college roommate would lounge at your place as the air conditioner blew cold wind and thank the lord (and the person who invented AC, bless his heart) for providing you with at least one blessing during these trying times.

So, of course that as soon as summer came about, your air conditioning conveniently broke.

Your roommate was out of the apartment within two days, flying to her family in Wisconsin, bidding you farewell as she left you to cook like a raw chicken in your shared apartment. Thankfully, you had a boyfriend - and what a boyfriend he was.

You don’t like to brag, but at these moments, you feel grateful to the universe and whoever else is looking over you for providing you with a rich boyfriend, with quite a big, echo-y house, and air conditioning made of pure heaven. As soon as your roommate packed your bags, you packed yours too, - if one backpack filled with makeup, your laptop, meds, underwear and hopes that he’d let you steal all of his clothes could count as “bags” - locked the apartment and left, ready to leave the AC on snowman temperature for two days minimum and ignore all his complaints.

Bad luck seemed to follow you everywhere, though, because you were there for merely three days when the air conditioning started stuttering.

You were sprawled on the cold sheets of his bed, listening to the low hum of the AC as you scrolled through your phone, his white T-shirt sticking to your back, the cold air cooling the sheen of sweat that covered your body, leaving goosebumps all over. One of your fingers started lazily petting Patches’ stomach, and you could faintly hear Clay talking in the background, the sounds coming from his office.

“Thank you for the gifted subs! Um, yeah, it’s really hot here, I can barely, like, breathe in here. I have the AC on at highest, but all it’s doing is giving me a headache. Even-even my water bottle is completely hot.” You heard him rant and chuckled, turning on your side and continuing to scroll through random videos.

You sort of tuned out his talking, knowing he’d most likely be cooped up in that office for hours before your shared dinner, and started watching random YouTube videos, ignoring your surroundings as you shoved your earbuds in your ears.

The longer the videos lasted, the more you felt like you were suffocating. The heat crawled up on you slowly, sneakily, almost unnoticeable yet undeniably there, hand made up of pure fire gripping at your throat tighter and tighter. It started off seamlessly, with you rolling around, trying to find a new cold spot on the sheets, to pulling at the shirt, trying to create cold air to soothe you, to wiping the sweat that basically covered your entire forehead, when your eyes finally peeled away from your phone and you realised you were basically choking in the heat, feeling like you’re breathing fire.

You lift your head off the bed way too quickly, head pounding, and look at the one thing meant to save you from this madness - just to see it leaking water down the wall, barely coughing out any air. Your head miserably falls back down on the bed, hands rubbing at your face, dangerously close to both crying and screaming in distress. After a few moments of self-wallowing, you get up and make your way over to your boyfriend’s office, being met with nothing but silence as you walked to it, happy he ended the stream so you could complain and wail to him, possibly cool down using the AC in his office.

You slam the door open, seeing him hunched over in his gaming chair, Minecraft open as usual, and as soon as he takes one headphone off, turns around and sends a surprised but oddly panicked gaze your way, you start ranting.

“Babe, you won’t believe what just happened.” you said, rubbing a hand over your face again, eyes closing as you feel the coldness - in comparison to the living hell that was his bedroom right now - of the room wash over you. You don’t even let him speak before you continue.

“The fucking AC in your bedroom just broke. It’s leaking right now.”

Clay looks like he wants to say fifteen words at once, and the first one that comes out is: “What?”

“I swear. I was watching something on my phone, and I realised it’s crazy hot, so I looked up and realised it’s broken. Why does this happen to me!” you complained, and he tried pulling his headphones off for a second but instead pulled the cord out of the computer entirely, letting you hear everything that goes on in his headphones.

It’s silent for a second or two, before you hear a familiar voice.

“Dream.” you hear a British man with an awfully posh accent speak, and your eyes meet Clay’s in pure horror and realisation, when you slap a hand over your mouth. He looks as equally terrified as you, but also disappointed, because oh, that’s why he looked so panicked when you stormed in.

Then you hear another voice, equally British, but higher pitched. They laugh. “Is that Drista?”

Clay seems to snap back into reality, turning around towards the computer and adjusting his mic before speaking. “No- it’s- Tommy she said babe, why would Drista call me babe?”

“You’re so stupid, he was trying to help you.” You hear his long-time friend, Sapnap, deadpan, and you can practically feel all of them freaking out, while you stand in the doorway in horror, cheeks heating up despite the fully working AC.

Another laugh. “No, I wasn’t, I was genuinely asking. Why- Sapnap, why would I be helping Dream?”

“Dream, you are so stupid.” you hear George laugh into his mic and your boyfriend immediately starts stuttering, trying to defend himself.

“How-how am I stupid?! She’s the one who walked in, what was I supposed to do?” you lean against the doorway as he defends himself, head buried in one of your hands.

“Mute!” you hear Sapnap borderline yell, almost mad.

“Wait- I don’t get what’s going on- Does Big D have a girlfriend?” you hear the British boy, Tommy, ask, and all of them go silent for a few seconds before a loud, screeching laugh breaks out through the speakers, and when Clay turns around to look at you, all you can do is mouth an apology as you almost break out into laughter at how ridiculous the whole thing is.

“Oh my God, chat is going crazy right now.” George says while Tommy is laughing his lungs out in the background, still.

“Did you actually- did she actually- oh my GOD, Dream has a girlfriend! I can’t believe this!” Tommy keeps on laughing, coughing between sentences. “Dream stans, I am so sorry, this must be just a terrible, terrible day for you all.”

“You’re probably already trending on Twitter, dude.” Sapnap adds, sounding more worried than your own boyfriend did at the moment.

“It was bound to happen at some point, I guess.” he huffs out, turning around to look at you every so often, gesturing for you to close the door and come in, which you did, guilt weighing you down as you moved.

“Are you serious? Can I- Can I speak to your girlfriend, Dream?” you can practically hear the grin in the boy’s voice and Clay doesn’t even turn to you before replying.

“No, you can’t.”

“Oh, come on! You let me speak to your mum but not your girlfriend? Just for a little bit, please? I just- I just wanna see which lucky woman managed to get the attention of the Minecraft God, Dream himself. That’s it.” Tommy asks and you don’t even have it in you to laugh because of the anxiety that eats away at you, but then Clay sighs.

“...Fine, I guess.” he looks up at you. “D’you wanna speak to Tommy?”

You’re not quite sure what the expected answer is, but you shrug, gaze darting from his eyes to the computer, and then back to him. “Um… I don’t mind, I guess.”

You hear him sigh and plug the headphones back into the computer, handing them to you. “Alright, she said yes. Here you go.” he stands up out of the chair and lets you sit, placing the way too big headphones on your head as your heart races, standing closely by your side as you roll the chair further towards the desk and microphone.

“Um… hello?” you shyly speak, and you hear something like groans of mixed annoyance, confusion and nervousness coming from George and Sapnap as Tommy starts laughing immediately, greeting you loudly.

“HELLO, DREAM’S GIRLFRIEND!” you hear him yell in response as your shaky hands land on the keyboard, moving his character left and right.

“Is the AC really broken?” Sapnap asks and you hear George laugh in response, considering how unimportant that information is right now. You know both of them, obviously - you’ve talked to them more than a few times, joining in on their jokes when Clay talks to them on speaker, growing as close as one can with their boyfriend’s friends.

“Yeah, it is. The AC in here is really good, though. Maybe I should stay and just take over the Dream channel.” You joke and they laugh.

“Yeah, I mean it would probably be better. A woman owning the Dream channel would make it so much better. The views would skyrocket.” Tommy says and you see his character walk up to you before he randomly laughs again.

“I can’t believe- I can’t believe Dream actually has a girlfriend. Is he, like, paying you to do this, or are you really…” he trails off and you giggle at his question, switching tools in the hotbar as you try to figure out how to play the game again.

“No, he’s not. We are dating, yes.” you confirm with a nod, and you feel Clay’s elbow sink into the chair, almost trying to listen.

“Say 1 if he’s keeping you hostage.” he says and you laugh again, shaking your head.

“No, he’s not- he’s not keeping me hostage.” you reply and you hear Clay go “WHAT?” right behind you.

“Well, of course, of course, I mean, who could ever pass up dating the great Dream. With all those subscribers, and Twitch primes, and Minecraft skills. Did- did his Minecraft skills get you?” Tommy asked, but before you could even respond, Sapnap jumped into the conversation.

“Oh yes, absolutely. She loves it. Yes, Dream, speedrun faster!” he sarcastically replies and for a few moments the whole call is blown into loud laughter, screeching and yells before it quiets down.

“Yes, what Sapnap said. I was so impressed, he just blew me away, with um… with his, um, Manhunt skills? I dunno, I don’t play Minecraft.” you hear him laugh at “Manhunt skills” behind you as the rest of the boys start laughing too.

“Dream’s girlfriend doesn’t play Minecraft?! What?! Dream- how could he allow this, seriously…” Tommy argued dramatically, his character staring at yours - or rather Clay’s.

“I can’t imagine if we were both Minecraft players, that would be a nightmare.” you replied.

“Why?” you heard George laugh through the headphones.

“Who do you think peels him away from the damn computer? If I was just like him we would never get out of the house, probably.” you argued.

“Dreamfriend, what is Dream like, you know, in real life?” Tommy spoke up and you heard George giggle again.

“Dreamfriend?” you repeated, a grin forming on your face at his stupidity, finally deciding to move the character around and switch back to the sword in the hotbar.

“Yes! Dream’s girlfriend, Dreamfriend, Dreamgirl, Girldream, whatever you like.” Tommy said and you laughed.

“Dream girl… if I wanted to get clout off Dream I’d use that, that’s genius.”

“Thanks, I know I’m a genius, everyone tells me so.” Tommy claims and you shake your head, checking your boyfriend’s inventory to see if there’s anything interesting in there.

“Alright, I’m gonna check on the AC, I’ll be back in a second.” Clay says to you, before lowering himself to the mic so the boys could hear him. “Tommy, don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“Oh you know it, big man! I’d never!” Tommy yells back, despite Clay being unable to hear him, and he leaves the office with one last, quick kiss to your temple.

“Is he gone?” Tommy asks, and you nod and hum, despite him not being able to see you.

“Okay, so you don’t play Minecraft, right?” he asks.

“No, I don’t.” you reply.

“So there’s this really cool thing, right. If you just go in and type /op tommyinnit, there’s this thing that’s gonna-” Tommy doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s cut off by Sapnap, whose character suddenly appears in front of you.

“No, no, no, no, don’t trust him, you should-” Sapnap cuts in, but Tommy still loudly protests in the background.

“BE NICE TO OUR GUEST, SAPNAP! Let her do what she wants! She is Dream’s girlfriend after all, the most powerful woman.” Tommy claims and you laugh, sort of blushing from all the attention. You don’t even dare to check the chat or the donations that come in from Twitch, because it must be blowing up by now. As if he can hear your thoughts, George speaks too.

“Oh my God, Dream’s already trending on, like, five different spots on Twitter.” he says, and you instinctively grab your phone to check, before you can even think about it.

“What?” you and Sapnap both say in sync.

“Yeah, ‘Dream’ is trending #2 worldwide, and ‘Dream girlfriend’ is #4.” he lets out a shocked laugh.

“Oh my God…” you mutter out in both excitement, nervousness and dread as you open Twitter and confirm that George is indeed correct. You don’t even dare to press on either of the trends, simply turning off your phone with a sigh and moving back to stream.

“Wow, you’re famous now! How does it feel?” Tommy asks and you let out a quite dry laugh.

“Amazing. I can feel my value as a person increasing as we speak.” you respond sarcastically and hear George quietly laugh in the background.

Just then, you hear the door to the office opening again, but you ignore it because Tommy starts speaking.

“Okay, well, I’m sure that must be very fun and exciting for you, but I really will need you to type in /op tommyinn-”

“No! I’m not listening to you, Tommy! I’m not about to type in some stupid command and get yelled at!” you cut in, but he keeps on whining.

“Come on, we know Big D would never yell at his… beloved girlfriend! Listen, just do it, I promise he will not be mad.” he argues.

“What does /op even mean?” you ask out loud, and suddenly Clay is yelling behind you.

“Who is asking you to op them? Give me the headset!” he says, one hand already tugging at the headphones as you laugh while Tommy panics.

“Well, it was fun talking to you guys, but I have to go. Bye!” you bid them farewell and heard George and Sapnap say goodbye as well while Tommy yelled, and you took off the headphones and passed them to Clay who immediately put them on and adjusted them, plopping back into the chair. You left, moving to the living room to process everything that happened and abandon your phone for the next few hours because you were not ready for that type of attention in the slightest.

You laid in front of the TV, watching random shows on Netflix and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen while you could still clearly hear him yelling and streaming, wondering how he’s still going as if nothing happened. The temptation to check what people were saying was overwhelming to the point your hands were itching to grab your phone and open all social media - before you even realised it, you were on the trending page again, thumb tapping on the “Dream girlfriend” tab.

You braced yourself for the worst, but that’s not what came at you - sure, there were a couple of tweets telling people to lay off you, and delusional shippers getting ratioed, but they were mostly positive, lighthearted jokes, from single people making jokes about how a Minecraft YouTuber can get bitches but they can’t, to people calling you cute/funny. One hate comment obviously stings more than a million positive comments make you happy, but they were mostly misogynists calling you annoying for the roughly five sentences you spoke on stream or shippers disappointed that their favorite YouTuber isn’t gay, so you didn’t really let it get to you.

When the house finally quieted down the sun was lowering itself into darkness and melting into a pot of blinding orange and golden honey, and you heard Clay’s footsteps when he finally turned off the stream, stepping into the living room a few seconds after you heard him. He sat down on the couch next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him, sitting there in silence with you.

“So… that was something.” he finally broke the silence and you nodded.

“It really was.”

Another beat of silence passes.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I really need you to stop breaking all these ACs.”

“I’M NOT THE ONE BREAKING THEM-”

“Sorry, but I’m noticing a pattern here.” he wheezed, obviously just trying to get you riled up as you pulled away so his hand gets ripped off your shoulder.

“Shut up. You better have called someone to repair that damn thing, cause there is no way we’re sleeping in there without an AC.” you huffed, and he shuffled closer to you, arm wrapping itself around your shoulders once again.

“I did, they’re coming by tomorrow.” he assured.

“Tomorrow?” you asked, looking at him in disbelief. “How are we gonna sleep tonight?”

“Who says we have to sleep?” the glint in his eye and the stupid grin plastered on his face tells you everything you need to know, and you roll your eyes.

“If we fuck, I’ll actually die of overheating. Absolutely not.”

“Well in that case, I need to get that AC fixed as soon as possible.”

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f10werfae · 3 years

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Ghostly 🌧☁️

Pairing: Ghost! Soulmate! Chris Evans x Alive! Reader

Word count: 1,010

Summary: Y/n has an extremely tiring day, but with her ghost boyfriend everything takes a turn for the better

Warnings: Swearing, slight mention of death, sad parts? but mostly nice mellow fluff

Requests are open!

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Feeling the joints in my back start to ache, I finally pushed my front door open throwing my shoulder bag to the floor and heading straight for the couch. This day had taken it out of me, work was certainly trying to kill me at this point.

Who knew working as a high school teacher would be this demanding physically and emotionally.

I closed my eyes, the darkness giving me comfort as I heard the wind chimes I placed around the house start to play.

“Hey Chris babe, you there?” I said already feeling his presence like a cold gust of wind.

Yes. Yes I am dating a ghost. I opened my eyes seeing Chris magically appear in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at me with a sweet smile graced upon his face.

In a way I feel blessed that my soulmate is a ghost, but there’s downsides. I can’t marry him, show him my love publicly; but thank the stars the soulmate connection allows us to touch.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“I’m feeling tired, can I just have a hug please?”

“Of course honey, move over a bit” I rolled over a bit, Chris slipping in beside me. His skin feeling cold and lifeless, yet the love radiating from him warmed up the whole room.

“I wish you were with me today, sometimes the world gets a bit overwhelming”

I said starting to get teary remembering all the hard events I went through earlier, feeling Chris caress my cheek with his fingers placing multiple butterfly kisses on my now slightly exposed shoulder.

“I know sweetheart, but it’s not my fault I died 100 years ago because of the war” He said chuckling, but I could still sense the sadness in his tone and smile.

“Isn’t it so weird that we’re soulmates, despite you being from a whole different century. Doesn’t that bother you?” I asked him playing with his fingers that had our promise ring on. Chris brought the hand I was holding up to his mouth and kissed my hand.

“Nope, I don’t find it weird. In fact to me it makes it even more romantic. All the waiting I did for you definitely made it more the while worth it. It’s just my luck you bought this house after the last owner” Chris said looking back at me, his hand now massaging my scalp as I leaned into his touch feeling myself starting to finally relax.

Of course when the soulmate bonds were released centuries ago, it wasn’t unheard of for a human to be bonded with a ghost, but it definitely wasn’t common either. Chris wasn’t allowed to leave the place where he died, that place being our apartment. His aura constantly showing a black and white hue, although his scent stayed addicting as always.

Even if being a ghost meant he never ate, he still made me dinner and breakfast whenever he wanted. Even though ghosts don’t sleep, he still stays with me throughout the night, doesn’t matter how bored he gets. He is always there for me.

“I just want to be with you forever, can’t you just resurrect or something babe” I said wrapping my arms around his chest as I leaned my head onto his shoulder, his chuckle causing a vibration to ring through my ears.

“We will be together forever, after you’ve lived your life babe. I would never ask you to sacrifice everything just for you to be stuck with me here forever. I mean it will come to happen at one point, but please live your life baby, for me”

“Ugh I hate how you’re so thoughtful and persuasive” I said leaning back up again looking at him.

Thank God when we die we can choose what age we stay as, there was no way I was going to be an 80 year old ghost with a hot 40 year old dilf boyfriend.

“Just think about how cute our ghost babies would be, and how we can live in peace forever. Knowing that when we are both ghosts, we can properly own this apartment” Chris said cheerfully.

Yes, I know it’s stupid, but government rules state that a singular spirit cannot own property unless accompanied by another spirit.

He knows we can never have children due to these circumstances, but that doesn’t dull his spirit or pull him down and that’s another thing I love about him. Chris never has a bad day.

“You know I keep thinking back to when I found out you were the love of my life” Chris said thoughtfully leaning his head onto mine, his nose softly nudging mine making me laugh quietly.

“Oh yeah?” I said questioning

(FLASHBACK TO 3 YEARS AGO)

At 26 years old I was proud of what I had accomplished, a new job and moving into a new city of my choice, into a a house that I had fallen in love with on first viewing.

Carrying in my final box of possessions, I closed my front door feeling the coldness start to appear, my eyebrows furrowing as I swore I had just turned on the heating?

“Hey there”

I heard a voice say behind me

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I said grabbing my vase and holding it like a weapon jumping around, to see a god like man standing in front of me, his hand at the back of his neck as he smiled shyly.

“What are you doing here? what are you doing in my house? who are you?”

“I died and live here, this is our house, and I guess you’re my soulmate since you can see me” He said smirking at the last sentence coming towards me, watching as my mouth gaped open as I set the vase back down by my side.

“Im Chris, Chris Evans. Your soulmate and housemate if you will”

(END OF FLASHBACK)

“I guess it was pretty sweet huh?” I said playfully now putting my lips against his.

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thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years

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YOU ARE WERE MINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.

"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"

"Glad you didn't trash this number."

"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.

" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."

"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.

"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."

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A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

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APPEARANCES || FRANK ADLER

pairing: Frank Adler x black!reader || word count: 5,898 || warnings: smut, sex, slight ass play, a little bit of dirty talk, swearing || request: your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere during a downpour and Frank comes to you rescue

authors note: fic number #2 for the 4k celebration! this was requested by @stargazingfangirl18! hope you like, babe! line divider by @firefly-graphics!

“Uncle Frank, where are you?”

You smile gently as Mary’s words hit your ears. You send your eyes towards her as she talks on your phone, pacing slowly, her little fingers playing with the hem of her Girls Scout vest. You hear a deep, muffled voice on the other end and turn your eyes back to the laptop in your lap, continuing to tap away at the keys.

“Okay, okay… yes… no… okay… I will… okay, bye.” She plops down next to you, holding out her hand containing your phone, “He’s on his way. He said thanks for sitting with me.”

You wave her off, winking, “I owe you for all the help you’ve given me this semester.”

The young blonde leans over, placing her hands on your lap as she starts to read the dissertation you’re working on. She pushes some of her blonde hair out of her face as she mumbles, “This is good, except you forgot the negative here… and you need to carry the two here.” She says, pointing to the screen.

You tilt your head and squint your eyes, rereading your work quickly before you shake your head as a slow smile creeps on your face, “Shit.”

Mary looks back at you and smiles widely before leaning back over in her spot, “Can I play Angry Birds on your phone?”

“Well, I owe you again for telling me to carry this two, so yes,” you laugh as you delete the last two lines of your work to start treworking the problem, correctly this time, but you can’t get your fingers to move. You glance down the hallway as students in the small college building move about and spot the vending machine - your stomach rumbling as if on queue, “You want some chips or something, Mary?” you ask, grabbing your purse.

“Doritos please,” She answers, not looking up from your phone, “And a coke.”

You laugh a little as you stand, “Your Uncle is gonna kill me.”

“No he won’t, that’s what he had for breakfast this morning.”

“Wow,” You laugh, shaking your head as you start for the machine, “Don’t move, please.”

You move to the vending machine, pulling out your debit card and swiping it before tapping on the Doritos for Mary and the Cheetos for yourself. You pay for two cokes, (you’ve already ruined your diet with the Cheetos, might as well go all out) and turn on your heel to head back to your seat by the front doors. Just as you're handing the snacks to Mary, the doors open, a cool gust of wind washing over the two of you.

“Finally,” Mary says, rolling her eyes as she stands, “You’re late Uncle Frank.”

“I know it, I know.” He starts, running his hands through his damp hair, “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Mary asks, scrunching her face at him before she turns her attention back to you, “Thank you for the chips and the coke.”

“You’re very welcome. I’ll see you Monday, study buddy?” You ask, raising your hand for a high five.

The little monster slaps your hand with hers, her toothy grin stretching across her face, “You got it.”

“Thank you for sitting with her,” Frank says, glancing up at you as he helps her with her backpack, “And for feeding her.”

You wave him off as you pack up your own bag, “It’s no problem. She’s literally the only reason I’m passing this class, so I can certainly sit with her for fifteen or twenty minutes here and there.”

He smiles at you and you smile back at him, diverting your eyes after a few seconds. You don’t have time for hot uncles. Especially hot, tan uncles who work on boat engines for a living that wear loose Hawaiian button downs and old, dirty jeans. You certainly don’t have time in your life for hot uncles whose bicep muscles flex softly as he puts his nieces backpack on her shoulders. Nope, you definitely don’t have time for hot, slightly grumpy uncles.

“You be careful out there, the rain is supposed to get worse for the rest of the night.”

“Thanks,” you say, unable to wipe the stupid smile off your face as Frank and Mary move towards the front door, “You too.”

He smiles again as he pushes open the door for the little human, “See you Monday.”

You lift your hand, wiggling your fingers a little as they push out into the wind and the rain. You watch as they run towards his old truck, Frank throwing open the passenger door for her before he slams it shut once she’s in. He jogs around the front of the trunk and then peels out of the parking lot, leaving you standing there, staring out of the glass doors like an idiot. You sigh - you really wish you had time for hot ass uncles.

You throw your messenger bag over your shoulder and grab your math book, holding it over your head as you push through the threshold of the doors out into the rain. You jog towards your old - and when you say old, you mean old. Your baby has two hundred thousand miles on her, a wonky tail light that sometimes comes on and sometimes doesn’t, and a passenger side window that doesn’t roll down all the way, but she’s always done right by you; until recently. You just need her to hold on for a few more weeks - until your dad comes down to visit his favorite girl and shell out a downpayment for a new car.

You toss the heavy math book into the passenger seat and dumb your bag onto the floor board before you put the key in the ignition and turn. It takes a minute, but the engine finally turns over and you pull out of the parking lot to head home - but you should stop by the store because you know you’re not going to want to do it later.

You groan as you slow to a stop at the intersection, cutting your eyes towards the Whole Foods to your left, and then the Taco Bell that sits on the corner to the right. God, a Mexican pizza sounds good… a Mexican pizza, Warrior Nun, and your couch sounds even better. A car honks behind you, startling you out of your daze, and you quickly take a left, heading towards the Whole Foods. Your scale will thank you later.

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You waste longer than you intend in the Whole Foods and by the time you’re finished, it's pouring outside. Being the responsible adult that you are, you of course left your umbrella at home. So, of course, you and your groceries are soaked by the time you get them into the backseat and you get yourself back behind the wheel. You huff, pushing your wet, soon to be frizzy hair out of your face before slamming your key back into the ignition.

“Come on baby,” you whisper, “Come on, come on.”

After a few more prayers, it turns over, the heat (which is about the only thing that works the way it should) blasting over your chilled body. You rub your hands together quickly, eyeing the Taco Bell as Linkin Park blasts through the speakers. You’re soaked, starving, and no thanks to the thoughts of hot ass uncles and their stupid Hawaiian shirts, suddenly super horny - you deserve a Mexican pizza… and a chalupa… and some nacho fries… and a Baja Blast.

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Your mood has improved greatly as the smell of tacos fill your nostrils. You tap along to the loud metal music blasting from the speakers as rain pelts down on your car. Ten more minutes and you’ll be home, in your pajamas, stuffing your face - this day can finally end.

Your car jerks suddenly, violently. Lights start flashing on the dash, the gauges pushing into the red as the car starts to die.

“Fuck!” You shout as you grip the wheel tightly, your eyes going wide, your heart starting to pound as you steer the car into the grass.

It rolls for a while before it finally comes to a stop. You turn the key, and hear nothing but clicks, “Shit,” you mumble, turning the key again and pumping the gas pedal, praying that it’ll start up, “Please, please, please.”

Click, click, click.

“Don’t do this to me!” You whine, turning the key again.

Click, click, click.

The lights on the dash flash again, the radio starts, the heat starts to blast, “Yes!” You squeal, bouncing in your seat.

It dies again.

You celebrated too soon.

“Fuck!”

You turn the key again.

No clicks.

No nothing.

You slam your head back into the seat and let your arms fall to your sides. Fuck. You sigh heavily and reach into the backseat, fumbling around until you feel your purse and pull it into your lap. You pull out your phone and tap the screen, but it stays black. You tap again, and then again, but nothing happens. You push the side button and groan when the red battery flashes across the screen. Of course. Of fucking course.

You throw the dead phone into the passenger seat and open your door, running around to the front of the car. You pop the hood, grunting and cursing as the heavy, hard rain drops down on you. Once the hood is up, you just stare at the engine. You don’t even know what you’re looking at, let alone what you should be looking for.

You tug on a few wires, push on the battery, you know, to make sure it’s in its place or whatever, wipe away old, wet leaves - but you’re completely lost, out of ideas and out of your element… in the middle of a downpour, with a dead phone. Just your luck.

A car drives by, splashing the puddled rainwater up onto you as you stand huddled under the hood. You slam your eyes closed, sucking your teeth before you count to ten, trying not to shout obscenities. You hear another car coming and naturally shift over a few feet to avoid being splashed again. A truck zooms past, but you hear it slow down within seconds. You peek over the hood as the truck comes to a complete stop and then is put in reverse. You’re half grateful but also half afraid - it is Florida.

“I thought that was you,” You hear a familiar voice call to you before a door opens and slams shut, “What happened?”

Relief floods over you as none other than Frank Adler, hottie McUncle pants, jogs towards you and joins your side, “God, I don’t know!” you whine, “I was driving home and it just stopped.”

“Let me take a look,” he mumbles more to himself than to you as he starts tugging and pushing on random wires, “Does it click or no, when you try and start it.”

“It was clicking, but now it’s not.”

He grunts a little, “Sounds like it’s probably the battery and the starter. When’s the last time you got an oil change?” You glance towards the sky, scrunching your face as you try and remember, “That’s too long to go without an oil change.” he chuckles, “I can get you fixed up, but not in all of this rain. Can I give you a lift somewhere?”

“No, I can’t - I can’t ask you to do that, I’ve taken enough of your time already and now you’re all soaked and,”

“I’m not gonna leave you in the rain,” he smirks, “Come on.”

“No, no, really! I can call somebody.” You lie, knowing good and damn well your phone is beyond dead. He scoffs, grabbing your hand, “I mean it, I have a backseat full of groceries!”

He pulls you into the street, opening the passenger side door to his truck and helps you in before he jogs back to your car. You watch as he grabs all of your groceries, all of them, in one hand at that, before he jogs back to his truck, opening the door again and depositing them at your feet. He runs back to your car, grabbing your backpack, purse, and your Taco Bell, before he jogs back to the truck, this time climbing into the drivers side.

“Frank,” you start, laughing nervously, “You really don’t have to do this. Really.”

“Don’t worry about it. I owe you anyway, for watching Mary whenever I’m running late.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Not really, but okay. I live off of Ventura.”

“Ventura?” He says as he pulls off, flipping a u-turn, “That’s like fifteen minutes from here. You can chill at my place, get cleaned up, eat your food, then hopefully the rain will have let up and I can come back and change out the battery.”

His place? You swallow hard. This is not how you’ve elaborately daydreamed about finally being alone with Frank Adler, “You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you and Mary have plans.”

“Nah,” he says absentmindedly as he drives, “She stays with Roberta on Friday nights. It’ll just be you and me.”

Great. Now you don’t even have a buffer. You tap your fingers nervously against your knees as you stare out the windshield, your mind - and heart - suddenly racing. You clear your throat and glance over at him, which is a bad idea. His skin is damp, his loose dark gray t-shirt - now soaked - sticking to his chest and stomach. You push your eyes to his outstretched forearm and have to take a breath. How is it possible to be attracted to a forearm? Has it honestly been that long for you? You flick your eyes back towards the windshield - you’re not even going to chance looking at his face.

He pulls you into a small trailer park, parking his truck in front of a turquoise house. The two of you grab your belongings, him again grabbing all of your groceries in one hand - another thing that turns you on that shouldn’t - and run towards his front door, Frank pushing his weight against it to pop it open.

He lets you push in first before he closes the door and sets your groceries on the counter. You glance around, finding an orange, one eye cat meowing at you from its place on the small table pushed against the wall.

“Fred,” he says, pushing the cat softly, “Off the table, come on man.”

Little remnants of Mary are scattered around, her small sneakers tucked underneath the chair, her Spongebob DVDs piled on top of the table, with advanced math books and an apple laptop. Frank is also scattered around the small, but strangely cozy place. A motor - or what you think is a motor - sits on the coffee table in the living room, tools strewn around it, and an open but turned over philosophy book lays on the couch.

“Do you wanna shower? I have some clothes you can change into if you want.”

You snap your head towards him, blinking rapidly as your brain tries to keep up with his words, “Oh, um, yeah. Okay, yeah.”

You follow him nervously to the bathroom, where he points out that you how to jiggle the knob a little to get hot water before he disappears into his room, only to return with a pair of sweatpants, an old t-shirt, a large pullover hoodie, and some socks. Just as he leaves the bathroom, there’s a hint of a smile, more like a smirk, on his face before he dips his head and shuts the door behind him.

The butterflies that fill your stomach.

You turn towards the shower, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You slam your eyes closed. This is definitely not how you’ve envisioned this moment.

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You step out of the bathroom twenty some odd minutes later, drowning in his sweats and hoodie, but warm and definitely feeling a lot better. Rain still beats down on the small house, seemingly harder than before. The TV is on, either wrestling or MMA or whatever playing, the sound low. Frank is in the kitchen, changed into a slightly dirty white t-shirt, complete with a little pocket, and baggy jeans, his feet bare - something else that turns you on that shouldn’t.

He hasn’t noticed you yet and you’re unsure if you want him too. You run your hand over your hair, towel dried as best as you could and pulled into a tight bun to try and keep it from curling and frizzing, with a scrunchie that you hope is Mary’s. You shove your hands into the front pocket of the hoodie and take a few steps, clearing your throat as a small, nervous smile plays on your lips.

Frank glances over at you as the microwave beeps, “Feel better?”

You nod slowly, “Much. Thank you again.”

“Not a problem, although, I’ll need you to keep this to yourself. I have appearances to keep up.” He says with a straight face.

“Oh yeah?” You chuckle.

He nods and points at a house across a small patch of grass, “My neighbor, Roberta, thinks I’m a nice guy,” he shrugs and you laugh again, “So, I constantly have to remind her that I am not.”

Your smile grows as you see your phone plugged into the charger, knowing that you weren’t the one to do so, “Of course. I will be more than happy to let people know that you sped right past me in my desperate time of need.”

“Thanks,” he chuckles, holding out a plate to you, “You know they’re getting rid of the Mexican pizza, right?”

Your eyes widen as you take your heated up tacos from him, “No way!”

He throws up his hands as he pulls his microwavable burrito out of the wrapper and throws it on his plate, “Don’t shoot the messenger.”

You follow him into the living room and plop down on the opposite side of the couch, as far as you can get away from him, and tuck your feet underneath your butt, “The Mexican pizza is the staple of their menu, how could they do this?”

Frank shrugs again, “Trying to class the place up a bit I guess.”

You snort as you take a bite, “You can’t class up the drunk capital of the world, baby.”

The two of you fall into an easy silence as you eat, the rain still falling hard as you watch whatever it is you’re watching. You grimace as one man punches the other in the jaw before tackling him to the mat as they start to wrestle. You close your eyes and turn your head away, groaning as the same man starts rapidly punching the other in the face, “What um, what is this called?”

He chuckles, grabbing the remote, “Sorry, I’ll change it. Mary and I usually watch MMA together.”

“You let Mary watch this?” You ask shockingly, laughing a little.

He scrunches up his nose as he hisses, nodding his head slowly, “I probably shouldn’t, right? Too violent?”

“I mean,” you start, “Just a tad. I can see why she hit that kid in the face now.”

“Ah fuck, she told you about that?” He laughs, falling back into the couch.

“Oh yeah, she did.” You laugh harder.

He covers his face with his hands, “Not our most shining moment.”

You push your elbow into the back of the couch and prop your head up with your fist as you smile back at him. Hot uncle is really… hot in his element, and when he’s talking about the small, blonde human. It makes your ovaries quake.

“She’s a great kid, you know.” You say, “You’re doing great with her.”

He rolls his head towards you, a smirk tugging at his lips, “You think?”

His question catches you off guard a little - the earnesty of it. Like he really wants you to say yes. Like, he doesn’t believe that he’s doing a great job.

“Yeah. You are.”

He blinks at you - once, and then twice before he looks back at the tv, touching his knees together before he pushes them back out again. Mark down a third thing that turns you on - the manspread.

“She talks about you a lot,” he says after a few moments, “Not just to me, but Roberta too. She really likes you.”

You smile softly, “Yeah?”

He looks back over at you, nodding slowly, “Yeah. That’s half the reason Roberta comes to get her, you know, so she can have some girl time - talk about girl stuff. She needs that,” he nods again, clearing his throat, “And you, you know, you kinda help out with that in an unconscious way, so,” he clears his throat again, “It means a lot, it really does.”

You drop your head as a large smile spreads on your face, “Well,” you start, “Somebody has to offset your asshole-ness, so Roberta and I are doing our best.”

The two of you laugh again, him dropping his head, you glancing back at the tv as the air around you starts to suddenly shift. He takes a swig of his beer before he places it between his legs, holding the neck with both of his hands. He taps his thick fingers against the green bottle a few times before he turns his heads towards you, blinking as he chews on his bottom lip. Your lips part as your breath gets shallow, your eyes bouncing around his face.

Within a second, his lips are on yours, taking you by complete surprise. You’re frozen for a few seconds, your eyes still open, your breath hitching in your throat - but then… oh, but then. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his kiss slowly, placing your hands on his shoulders and gripping ever so tightly. He releases your lips quickly before he delves back in, this time harder, his tongue pushing into your mouth for the very first time.

You can taste the faint alcohol on his lips and you moan - slipping your hand around his neck to push your fingers into his surprisingly soft hair. He fumbles with his beer, stretching out his arm trying to find the table. The bottle clangs against the edge and then the top before he just lets it go, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud as the rest of the golden liquid pours out onto the carpet.

He crawls towards you, his knees sinking into the couch as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap and further down onto your back. You slip your hands up into his shirt, sliding them along his sides and up his sinewy back. You push yours hips into his as you feel his muscles flex underneath your fingers. The tips of his fingers are still cool from the beer bottle as they skirt across your stomach. You break the kiss to laugh at yourself when you jump at his touch, Frank’s low chuckle harmonizing with yours.

“You okay?” he whispers, a smile still on his face, his lips brushing against yours.

You nod, still giggling like an idiot, “Yeah, sorry,” you whisper, leaning up a little to kiss him again.

His hand continues to travel the length of you, reaching your bare breasts, where he cups gently. You gasp lightly as the pads of his fingers graze over your nipples, exciting them further as they tighten and protrude. He pushes his hips down into yours and rocks forward - so you can feel him. You dig your fingers into his sides, matching the slow pace of his hips with yours.

His lips push down to your jaw and neck, where he nips and sucks, his arm looping around your waist again. He pulls you into his lap as he sits back into the couch, his hands dragging up your back. You lean back and bite your bottom lip in uncertainty as your eyes search his. His lips are red and swollen, his eyes wide and sparkly as they drop to your lips before linking with yours again. He drops his hands to your waist, holding you firmly as he pushes his hips into yours.

You bunch the baggy hoodie and t-shirt that cover your chest and pull, bringing them both up over your head in one fell swoop and drop them to the floor. Frank takes a breath - deep and slow - as his eyes drop to your exposed flesh. He sends his eyes back up to yours seconds later and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as his hand slips up your back. He wraps his long fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you down, crashing your lips to his.

You reach for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up, helping him shrug it off quickly before you fumble with the button on his jeans. He digs his fingers underneath the band of your sweatpants, lifting you up to yank them down your legs and throw them to the floor. You pop the button of his jeans and pull down his zipper before you reach for him, palming his warmth. He hisses, and pulls your body into his, tightening his grip on you as you stroke him.

He releases you just long enough to pull his jeans down his legs. He then grabs two handfuls of your ass, spreading your skin as the tip of his cock pushes against your slit. You grip his shoulders as you sink down on him - throwing your head back as he penetrates you. You feel his eyes on you as you gobble him up, wiggling your hips slowly as you adjust to his girth. He sinks back into the couch, resting his head on the back of it as his eyelids droop over his blues, his hands still gripping your ass.

You start to move. Pulling up on him before you sink back down, hissing as a fire starts to rage through you. You dig your nails into his shoulders before dragging them down his biceps as you let your head roll back on your neck, your mouth falling open as your eyes close.

Frank leans up to peer around the curve of your body to watch the primal connection between the two of you. He palms your ass hard, squeezing your flesh in his hands as he spreads it apart again as you bounce and rock into him. He slips a large hand up your back and spreads his fingers to push your naked chest into his. The hardness of his body against the softness of yours - your supple, full breasts pushing against his wide, hairy chest is… wildly erotic. The sturdiness of him, the tightness in which his hands hold you.

He starts to fuck up into you, bucking his hips to meet you on your way down - all the while keeping his hands full of your ass, kneading and groping - feeling you. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean back, pulling him with you. He peppers hot, wet, furied kisses over and between your breasts and along your clavicles as his hips dig into yours.

It feels good - he feels good. He leans away from you, pulling you up with him as he stands, He wraps his hands around your thighs and kisses you hard as he starts to pull you through the living room and the kitchen, back into his bedroom. He closes the door with his foot and lays you down gently, climbing over top you, his knees pressing into the mattress. He drags his dick through your folds before he centers at your slit, pushing gently - slowly - like he’s savoring the feeling.

He grabs your leg and hooks it over his waist as he starts to move again. He runs his hand the length of your calf, over your knee, down your thigh as he fucks you - harder than before, on the couch. You sweep your hands up his sides and along the small of his back, feeling his muscles as they flex while he fucks you good; deep. His name falls off your lips as more heat blooms across your skin, and he likes it - growls at it - the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue.

He grunts, squeezing your thigh in his hand as he pumps into you, “You feel so good, baby,” he slurs, “As good as I thought you’d feel.”

As good as I thought you’d feel. You slam your eyes closed as you groan at his admission. He pulls out of you suddenly and pushes his hands underneath your body, flipping you right over onto your stomach. He grabs your sides, his rough hands pulling you up onto your knees. He slips his hand between your folds and massages your clit with the pads of his fingers as he pushes into you again.

His free hand slips up your back, grabbing your shoulder and squeezing as he starts to fuck into you again. You grip the sheets in your hands as you lunge forward with each of his thrusts, your breasts bouncing, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room. He releases your shoulder and flattens his hand between your shoulder blades, pushing hard to get you to rest your head and shoulders against the mattress. He grabs your hands and crosses them at the wrists over the small of your back as he holds them in just one of his large hands.

“God, Frank,” you groan, “Fuck.”

His thrusts are long and hard; pushing deep into your sex, stroking you in places that haven’t been touched in ages. Your wet muscles start to squeak with each push of his hips, a soft squish sound filling your ears. He grabs your ass again, squeezing hard, spreading you open so he can see all of you. You feel his fingers drift through your cheeks, circling your tight hole before his thumb starts to press gently.

You grit your teeth and push back into him as hard as you can, meeting his hips halfway. Your head swims as sweat and goosebumps pop up along your skin, your heart slamming against your chest. Electricity flashes through your body, making your toes curl as your ungodly howls float through the trailer. Hot uncle is a hot fuck - that’s for sure.

Frank slips out of you again but stays close - the tip of his cock still pressing against your slit. You open your eyes and glance back at him, your lips parted and breath heavy. He stares down at your cunt and ass, stroking himself from his base to his tip slowly, his free hand pulling softly on his balls. You pull your hand around to your sex and push your fingers along your clit, arching your back as you hiss loudly. You lick your lips as you keep your eyes on him - his hard, wide chest and thick biceps flexing as he pumps himself.

“This is a pretty pussy, baby girl,” he praises, releasing a deep breath, “So pretty.”

You whine at the words, your fingers picking up their pace as his praise falls over you. Your cunt is hot and swollen - so wet that your fingers glide with ease through your folds, your slick starting to slide down the inside of your thigh. You push your fingers into your opening and pump them quickly for him, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as he growls at the sight.

You pull your fingers out and start rubbing your clit again, pulsing your hips slightly as you watch Frank stroke himself. His tip glistens as precum spurts from his slit, dripping off of him and splashing on the sheets. He grabs your ass, jiggling your flesh playfully before he slides his cock through your folds. He positions himself right at your opening, but doesn’t push - he just waits.

You wiggle your hips, giggling a little before you push back onto him, a smile curling onto your lips as your muscles spread for him. You push until you’ve swallowed him whole, until your ass is flush against his hips, and you feel him deep. You pull forward and then push back, over and over until you’re thrashing against him; you’re eyes slammed closed, your sounds loud and high pitched.

He pulls you up onto your knees and flattens your back to his chest. He nips at your neck with his teeth as he glues his hands to your bouncing tits, tweaking your nipples between his thumb and index fingers. He pants in your ear, mumbling not so sweet nothings, his hot breath washing over the side of your face. He snakes his hand down your stomach - right down to your sex - and touches you ever so lightly.

That’s all it takes. Just the gentle tap of his rough fingers against your sensitive, sore, clit; and you’re gone. Your body tenses and then shudders as your orgasm spreads through you like lightening. Heat blooms across your skin as your pussy convulses - your clit jumping with each contraction, your muscles tightening around him.

He gets louder, his voice deeper and gruffer as each stroke gets harder and faster. Within minutes of your undoing, he’s spurting into you, coating your insides with his milky warmth. You fall forward onto your chest, Frank onto his back next to you as your chests heave. You stare at the opposite wall, blinking slowly as the world starts to center again - the sound of the television comes back to you - the sound of the rain.

You roll your head towards him and he does the same, the two of you just blinking at one another until a fit of giggles erupt from you. You don’t even know why. You laugh so hard that you have to cover your face with your hands. This definitely isn’t the way you’ve imagined this going when you’ve had your hand down your pants at night in your apartment. He rolls over onto his side and props his head up with his palm, smiling at you as you laugh.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “I don’t know why I’m laughing.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs, “You have a nice laugh.”

“That’s not very asshole-y of you, Frank.”

He chuckles, nodding slowly, “That’s right, okay, yeah. You have an awful laugh.”

You point at him, “Appearances, right?”

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You wake with a slight start. You sit up quickly, your eyes squinted as the sun breaks in through the crack in the shade over the window. A sleeping Frank lays beside you. He’s on his stomach, his hands shoved underneath the pillows that hold his head, facing away from you. The tv still plays in the living room. Your discarded clothes still in a heap on the floor, the beer bottle still tipped over.

You glance back at the window and lift the shade slowly, a smile spreading on your face as you spot your old Jetta parked next to his old truck. You lay back down and pull the covers up over your head just as he shifts beside you, stretching out his long arm until it finds your hip.

You close your eyes.

You can’t wait to tell everybody how big of an asshole Frank Adler is.

#frank adler #frank adler x reader #frank adler x you #you x frank adler #reader x frank adler #frank adler x black!reader #gifted #gifted fanfiction #gifted fanfic #gifted fic #black!reader #black reader #brittanys4k

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hex-obsession · 3 years

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Silver Lining - Two

word count- 2,259

content warning- language, angst, indirect s**cidal thought

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Crows cawing, your eyes open just enough to hazily make out the all too familiar color of your room.

“Early bird gets the worm, you know,” a familiar voice murmurs. Pushing off the wall to your right, your body slides diagonally over your bed, your head dangling off the side. Upside down, Cheryl is slumped against your door frame, arms and legs crossed. Brazen as usual, just the way you loved her. You held your own in most regards but Cheryl was always there when you least expected it and needed her most. You swear there were a halo atop that adorable shaggy blonde head of hers. And not one of those tacky event items either.

“Like I’d get anything any time of day with all the birds around here.” A tickling squeeze builds in your abdomen, branching up your neck to your cheeks which now had a telling pink glow.

“So you gonna talk to old lover boy yet or what?”

You jolt forward and whip around fast enough to make any killer miss a swing. Your response is unnecessary as she’s already smirking devilishly, aware of what she’s doing. She might have been your closest friend but that did not stop her from tormenting you, or anyone else that crossed her path. All in good fun and love, of course. It went without saying that you enjoyed it and she knew when it was, rarely, time to pack it up.

Raising her eyebrows, she leans back and throws her hands up. “I’m just saying, if you don’t, you might lose your chance. That’s all I’m saying,” quieter now.

You sighed. She was right. You weren’t the only one who took a liking to Leon. But, unlike you, Yun-Jin did not hide her feelings, from anyone for any reason, ever. Of course, everyone thought he was charismatic and most, undeniably handsome. That was common knowledge. You ran out of things to talk about in a place like this, and secrets were few and far between. There was no reason to hide here. This was your foreseeable future, together. There was no getting out, no changing things. Being open and sharing everything together made your day to day bearable. The connections you lost in your old lives left gaping holes, but together as one tightly knit, weird, fucked up family, you helped fill the voids. Some took longer than others to accept that fate, and there were some inevitable hiccups, but everyone came around eventually.

Anyone who wasn’t blind could see the attraction Yun-Jin had for the newest addition to your group. Placing her hands on him in conversation whenever she got the chance, laughing a little too hard at the things he said, biting her bottom lip and smiling at him when he talked. You’d even caught her pecking his cheek playfully here and there. He’d always smile and look away, as if it were a game. Leon always had a sultry attitude to him, a ladies' man no doubt. Subtly flirting with everyone was just commonplace for him. That was part of the reason you held back. Fearing you missed your chance and someone else had filled the role you longed to be in. Maybe it was your fear of rejection or abandonment, or not wanting to lose something this important in a world as cruel and bare this. You were subconsciously working hard to convince him you were only a friend. Which you were, definitely friends. Close even, given the circumstances. Trauma bonding does one hell of a number to the timeline of friendship. Still, you sensed zero difference in his behavior toward you versus the others. Which, admittedly, was quite the letdown. Nonetheless, you had nothing to lose by casually admitting your feelings for him. Keep it light and airy and there would be no reason for things to change on the chance he didn’t feel the same. After all, you surely weren’t the only one with a harmless little crush. That’s all it was. Right? So what if you constantly day-dream about him holding you so close he might consume you, kissing you with four times the passion the Notebook tried to capture, never leaving your side regardless of what the future held. His taste, his smell… what his cock would feel like ramming into your cervix. Your brain was one giant knot, constantly distracting you and there wasn’t a single thing you could do about it. Except tell him, but keep it simple.

By your calculations, it was November 18th. You’d been keeping track, not sure if it made things better or worse. Your third anniversary in this place was not far off. Despite being a literal nightmare, it had its perks. Your need for food was no more, as well as your other bodily needs. Sickness was a quickly forgotten annoyance of the past. You stayed in this eerily perfect state. Makeup never crusty, hair never oily and always smelling of your favorite fruit. The dirt and blood you’d acquire during trials magically disappeared upon return. You had a handful of outfits to rotate but there was no real need. Another upside, there were no severe temperatures here. Jackets, shorts, sandals, snow boots if you were Nea. You were always mostly comfortable. Even on Ormond where snow blanketed the ground, those gusts of wind should have sent chills right through you, but they didn’t. It felt like living in a dream or a, simulation. Just, where you’re hunted all day and night for the rest of your existence. At least death wasn’t permanent. Sometimes you’d wish it was, just to escape.

Several months have passed since Leon and Jill were introduced to your world. You had inside jokes and more close calls than you could both count. You were a damn good team and got along smoother than melted butter. What were you waiting for? You inhaled sharply and broke your stare out the window.

“I’m gonna do it.”

To no avail, your deep breaths failed to remedy the painful pounding in your chest, or the heat radiating from your face. Nevertheless, you marched out to the campfire to seek out Yun-Jin. As selfish as you wanted to be with Leon, she was your friend, and you held that in high regard. She was easy to spot in a crowd given her loud attire, but wasn’t around the fire. Which lead to your next realization; neither was Leon. Your throat tightened, heart still pounding. You set off a little too quickly to find her, or them. First stop was Ace’s shack. Judging based on appearances, you figured he would be one of the last people she associated with. Quite the opposite, they were dear friends. Not connected at the hip per se, like her and Claudette, but they related to one another's childhoods. Trauma bonding, can't beat it. To your dismay, the shack was empty, a seed of despair planting in your stomach. Maintaining the most convincing composure you could, you continue your search. Heading left down the line of shacks, robust laughter grows closer. You’d know that laugh anywhere. Cutting through the row, David and Felix are reclined under a tree. They were one of the few monogamous couples among you. The others being Nancy and Steve, and Adam and Zarina. You understood the allure of being romantically involved with more than one person, especially given your less-than-ideal situation, but it wasn’t for you.

“Hi y/n!” Felix shouted toward you.

Not wanting to stop and chat given your current objective, you flashed a cheeky smile and waved to them. Before they could get another word out, you dipped back behind the row of houses. Nerves getting the best of you, you parted your lips to breathe through your mouth. Every breath burned your lungs, realizing now all the times you brushed off your feelings have come back to haunt you. You should never have waited this long. At this point you would be more than willing, desperate, to share Leon. Refusing to let your anxiety get the best of you, you ball your fists and dig your nails into your palms to get a grip on yourself. There was one more place they could possibly be. A sliver of premature acceptance wedged itself into your train of thought as you trudged toward your own shack. Leon’s was adjacent to yours. Feeling foolish for not checking earlier, you round the corner to the opening. As much as you wish you could close your eyes, they were pinned open with anticipation. Looking up from your feet you were shocked to see an empty room before you. Relief and confusion replace your foreboding. Too much time had already been wasted, so you return to the campfire.

“Hey, have you seen Leon or Yun-Jin anywhere?” you, as calmly as possible, ask Élodie.

“They got pulled a little bit ago babe.” She was intently focused on Jane, her concentration not broken. “Which do you like more, up or down?” her gaze still fixated on Jane.

You have to either keep the courage you finally mustered until they get back or give yourself emotional whiplash by releasing until they do. You hesitate for a moment, but to hide your disappointment you quickly retort, “Up, definitely up. Gotta distract the killer with that beautiful face you know?”

“Like they're looking at her face and not that dumptruck ass!” Élodie howls. Jane facetiously puts her fingertips to her chin and looks upward, a façade of innocence no one here would ever buy. You can't help but giggle despite your inner turmoil.

“Well hey,” you add through chuckles, “when they're back can you please send her my way?”

“Sure thing babe,” Élodie assures, finally turning to meet your gaze.

A horrible nauseating mix of dismal, relieving, lewd thoughts of Leon swirl in your mind as you wait for Yun-Jin to step into the doorway. You knew you liked him but holy shit, where did this come from? The realization slapped you in the face. Try to blame infatuation all you want, not that you did, but it was so painfully evident now you were dumbfounded.

A soft knock jerked you out of your thoughts. “Hiya y/n, what's going on?”

Her delicate eyes effortlessly comforted you from across the room.

“I...” your eyes now glued to the floor beneath your feet, a reservoir of tears barely being held back, “I need to know how you feel about Leon.” Your nerves went haywire just uttering his name to her. An icy splash of chills surged from your head to your feet as your chest panged with dread.

“Well of course I like him,” her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

All that could escape your mouth was, “Oh.” Emptiness, despair replacing the jealous unease you felt before. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, feelings that danced around menacingly finally coming to a head.

At the sight of your distress, she rushed to sit next to you. “Honey, what’s going on?” her voice barely above a whisper.

You were ashamed for breaking down in front of her, afraid of guilting her for something that was not her fault, and now terrified Leon might follow her here, only to find you undone over him. You jerk your head up to face her and blurt out, “Jinny I think I love him,” face sopping wet with untouched tears.

She raises her eyebrows and smiles at you. “Honey I have fun toying with him all in good nature but there’s no connection there.” Your heart thuds against your ribcage. “Sure, I’ll admit he’s attractive, who wouldn’t, but I have nowhere near the same feelings for him that you evidently do.” She uses both hands to cup your face and pushes as much wetness as she can aside with her thumbs. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? Not only to me but to him!” Despite being similar in age, she feels like a mother to you. Caring for a child, your own or not, will do that to you. That’s not a trait you lose over time.

“I’m so afraid,” you softly whimper, “of what he would say, what you would say.” You're picking at your cuticles, a habit you acquired during puberty as an outlet for your overwhelming feelings.

She wraps her arms around you, carefully as to not tarnish her jacket with tears, which would definitely stain the material. “I was just having a little fun, and from what I’ve gathered, he was more so allowing it than participating. You know I love you all to death but I’m not looking for anything like that, definitely not here.” She gives you a squeeze, and suddenly you can breathe again, the air around you no longer dense and difficult to swallow. “Honey, go get him.”

“Oh Jesus, let me fix myself a little first at least,” the sudden relief causing you to laugh involuntarily.

You were grateful disease and ailments didn’t exist outside of the trials, if they had you're sure you would've had an aneurysm from the stress you went through in a matter of an hour. Yun-Jin left you to your thoughts, which were now solely you and Leon together, doing anything and everything you could think of. The rest of the day you contemplated telling him, more so, how to. Thankfully you didn’t have any trials together, you were far too disorganized for that right now. “Tomorrow,” you promise yourself. Nothing like a clear head and a night’s rest to help you be your most collected, confident self.

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#leon x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #dbd smut #dbd fanfic #dbd fluff

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xxatinyminionxx · 3 years

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Holiday Heartbreak

pairing: bf!sunoo x gn!reader

genre: angst, teen romance

word count: 834

summary: y/n who was just looking forward to making up with their boyfriend sunoo soon finds out a hard reality when they meet on the streets of seoul on the first of december

warning: both characters are a tad immature on purpose.

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It’s December 1st. That’s more or less the first day in which you can truly feel the holiday spirit. Family gatherings, heading to a cafe down the street with friends for a warm hot chocolate, sporadic snow flurries reminding you that winter is here, the appetite for peppermint and chocolate chip cookies — these few things alone can make December a joyous month.

Except…you couldn’t enjoy what the holiday season had to offer like other years.

You had a nasty fight with Sunoo last week. It’s amazing how cold the two of you could be. You gave each other cold glares and tried to get your points across to one another, but both of you were tired of trying to listen.

Now, a week later, you happen to spot him walking the crosswalk to get to the sidewalk you happen to be on. He has a gift bag at his side, the tissue paper fluttering in the gentle gust of wind.

Your gait turns into a light jog as you try to intercept the black-haired boy’s steps. “Babe—baby!” You call, your fingers hooking onto the sleeve of his padded coat. He looks at you, but his eyes dart elsewhere upon making eye contact with you.

“Let me go, Y/N. We talked.”

You give him a confused look. “No, why? We argued. Let’s make up right now, please—”

Sunoo tugs his wrist from your grasp and tries to walk away, panic setting in, his eyes shifting to find a way out of confronting you. He’s scared. He dreaded talking to you for a reason that has been eating at him for awhile now.

“Sunoo-ah!” You catch up to him and with tears forming in your eyes, you pull at his shoulder to make him stop. And he does it with his back still turned to you. You can feel him shudder. “What’s wrong? Why can’t we talk it out? Don’t you want to be happy again? Don’t you love me?”

He looks at you again, his lips parted, but no words come out. You give him a moment, really wanting to hear what he has to say. Assuming he needs a little encouragement, you go to hug him, but then he stops your arms from closing around him.

“Let’s break up.”

You freeze at those words. You read his face and it would be stupid if you couldn’t tell he’s being 100% genuine. Over your three years together, you have mastered understanding the many faces he makes. In a way, you were like a translator to others that didn’t understand him like you do.

“…How the hell can you say that?” You ask, feeling betrayed and hoping he was just pulling one of his ridiculous jokes. “Does three years mean nothing to you?”

Your words shatter the teen’s heart. How could you think that? “Three years means everything to me..that’s why..it’s hard to let go. Still…I’m interested in someone else.”

Tears start falling down your face. “Sunoo, are you crazy? You’re an idiot for being like this. What makes you think we can’t come back from this? You told me you loved me not even a day before that fight. What has happened since then?!”

Sunoo doesn’t know what to do. He has never liked seeing you sad because of him. He digs into his pocket for a pack of tissues, handing you a couple. “Y/N, I really don’t know how else to say it. My heart wants them now, but my mind tells me to stay with you because we have been together for so long.”

“Sunoo, I love you…” He lets you hug him this time and he hugs you back, rubbing your back gently.

“I know, but I think it’s better if I move on. My gut is telling me to.”

“I love you, Sunoo.”

“Y/N, you’re not listening to me.”

“I am. I just...”

“Then why can’t you accept how I feel—”

“About what you said last week, is it true that you’re not happy with me?”

“…I don’t think I’m truly happy being with you anymore.” He pulls away from the hug.

Though delayed, reality starts setting in. You’re terrible at listening when you’re not getting what you want and it’s costing you.

“Okay.” You agree, your tears still dripping onto the concrete.

“Okay?” Sunoo questions, eyes wide and glassy with tears.

“I get it. It’s going to suck, but let’s break up.” It takes all the bravery in you to say what you’re saying, but maybe it’s better this way.

Sunoo gives you another hug, his face reddening as he starts to cry. “Thank you. It hurts to let you go too. Thank you for supporting my choice. It’s not an easy one.”

You cry into his coat, holding onto each other for comfort. You hope it’s not the end, you hope he comes back to you one day. Though as of now, it seems like it’s going to be a lonely holiday season.

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#late bc I queued it for the wrong time-#minion works #enhypen angst #enha angst #sunoo angst #sunoo #kim sunoo #enhypen #enha #kpop

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markosmate · 4 years

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Could you do one where the boys (poly or David) girl gets insecure after seeing other girls fawn over the boys so she try’s to dodge the boys thinking they’d be happier with someone else- also your writings are quickly becoming some of my favorites of the lost boys ff writers 💛💛💛

aww thank you so much!! that means so much to me and of course,, this is a really cute idea so i had fun writing this one. i chose to do poly, if you want me to write another one that’s just david i'd be happy to :) - 🧚🏻

cinnamon

pairing; poly!lost boys x reader

warnings; self doubt, insecurities

The first thing you noticed about the boys was how well they were dressed. Despite all of their outfits consisting in relatively dark colors, they all seemed to have their own little aesthetics that fit their personalities well. The second thing you noticed, was how they either seemed to completely deflect people, or draw them in like bees to honey. No in between. You felt drawn to them almost immediately, their punk yet boyish vibes rubbing off on you the perfect way immediately.

But after realizing how many girls flocked to them on the nightly, you refused to give into the butterflies in your stomach when you locked eyes with one of them for the first time. Instead, you turned on your heel and began making your way in the opposite direction. It didn’t take long for them to get you wrapped around their finger, almost like you got hooked on their line and they were pulling you in quicker than ever before.

You fell for each of them, hard, and in turn, they fell for you. After many conversations among the four of them, they decided to break both the news of what they were, and their plan of sharing you, in one night. You were honestly more shocked at their confession of feelings than you were about their apparent bat side.

Of course you were a little horrified at first. What do you mean your sweet boys drained people of their blood every night to survive? You didn’t quite believe either thing they were telling you until David flashed his face at you, yellow eyes and fangs galore. You stared at him for a good long while, taking it all in before the second confession hit you like a truck.

"You’re saying all four of you have feelings for me? Like, feelings feelings?" Your jaw dropped, looking each one in the eyes as they all nodded at you with cocky smirks on their faces. Except Dwayne, he was kinda sympathetic about dumping that all on you at once, you know - he’s a nice guy when he’s not killing people to survive. "Dwayne kills people?" That earned you a round of laughter that cooled the tension in the air.

That night, you let your walls down. After all, you could deal with a few girls flirting with them every few nights. Now that they were all with you, they'd surely turn down the flirting and make sure the girls knew they weren’t interested right? Wrong, completely and utterly wrong.

In fact, it almost seemed like they were doing the exact opposite. Dwayne and David were about the same, they never used seduction to lure in victims. They had always preferred to use stealth and intimidation. Paul, on the other hand?

Suddenly he didn’t know how to hunt without cat-calling three girls in the process.

It angered you to no end. But at the same time, it also dug up many self-doubting thoughts that seemed to ring around your head every time he or Marko did it. Would the boys be happier with someone else? One of those girls who constantly fawned over their every move, practically obsessed with your four boys? You didn’t know, and after a while of that insecurity building, you decided you didn’t want to stick around to find out.

Your distancing started out small. Not showing up at the boardwalk for a night here and there without telling them you weren't going to be able to make it, cancelling plans of going back to the cave with them to sleep there for the day. They noticed immediately, obviously, but they couldn’t for the life of them figure out why you were suddenly acting this way. And the night that they planned to ask you about what was wrong, you didn’t show up to the boardwalk. Nor did you didn’t show up to their meeting spot the next night either, or the night after that. On the fourth day of you not showing up, the boys were all practically ripping the hair out of their heads.

"I’m going crazy here, man! Why can’t we just go check on her?" Marko groaned, thumping his fingers on the handle of his bike.

"Because." David answered curtly, breathing in deep around the butt of his cigarette.

"Because?" Paul cried out, looking at his leader with an exasperated expression. "Something could be wrong with her and you’re just saying 'because'?"

"He’s letting his pride get in the way." Dwayne huffed out, taking a sip from his milkshake. "He wants her to come to us, not the other way around."

"This is ridiculous. I’m going to her man." Paul grunted, starting up his bike before revving the engine for extra effect.

"Right on, dude." The shorter blond mumbled under his breath, following the former's actions.

"I told you we need to wait." David narrowed his eyes at the two offending vampires.

"No, man. They have a point. Something's wrong." Dwayne defended the other two's protests. "She’s been distancing herself lately and suddenly she’s not showing up to be with us anymore?"

"Obviously we did something." Marko threw in. "She wouldn’t just stop talking to us if we hadn't done anything."

"She’s not like that, man." Paul concluded as they all stared directly at David knowing that he had to give in now.

"Alright. Let’s go." The grins on his three boys' face was infectious, and he had to hide his own to avoid the teasing that was sure to come if they were to notice it.

The four revved their bikes and were off to your house, arriving in a record-breaking four minutes. They parked their bikes down the street as to not raise suspicion from your parents and quietly made their way around the back of the house towards your window.

Paul took the opportunity to pick up a few small pebbles along the way, before tossing them gently up to your window.

After a few short moments, your face appeared to them as you pulled your curtains back.

Your eyes caught Dwayne's first as you stared down into the yard, trying to make out their shapes in the dark. You unlocked the window and threw it upwards, much harsher than you should’ve considering your parents were still very much asleep. "What are you doing here?" You hissed down to them after poking your head out of the opening in the window.

"Whoa, babe." Marko tried to calm you. "We’re your boyfriends, why aren’t we allowed to visit you?"

You glared at him before turning to gaze at each of them individually. "Please leave." You mumbled calmly. "I don’t want to see you guys right now."

"Babe?" Paul called up, voice cracking the tiniest bit. "What’s going on? Can we please come up?"

You frowned. You were doing this so that they could find someone else that they would be happier with, not to hurt them. Your eyes softened as you made eye contact with each of them once more, eyes locking with David's at last. "Come on up." You sighed, stepping away from the window and plopping down on your bed. A huge gust of wind came blowing through your room, pushing your curtains out of the way and rustling your hair as all four of your boys managed to stumble through your small window.

You reached over towards your headboard and grabbed the nearest pillow you could to hug to your chest. Immediately Paul threw himself on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body to hold you against him. David moved to lean back against your closet door. Dwayne stayed near the window, moving to sit against the sill as Marko just kind of fumbled about awkwardly in the middle, not quite knowing where to go.

"You guys have never been in here before." You muttered, trying to divert the conversation that you knew they would want to address immediately. "Just outside to pick me up."

David rolled his eyes at your stalling tactics, pushing himself off the closet door to walk over to you. He leaned down, slipping a finger under your chin to bring your head up to face him. "What’s going on kitten?"

You sighed, not knowing how to put it without sounding desperate or clingy. You opted to lean back against Paul's chest as he shifted to sit with a leg on either side of you. "I wanted to distance myself from you guys-"

"Why?" Paul and Marko blurted out before you could finish your sentence. Paul seemed hurt while Marko just seemed offended that you would lead them on only to ditch.

"She was trying to tell us, shut up." David shushed them both.

"I just- I thought that maybe if you guys didn’t have me holding you back... you could find a nice girl that you really like who makes you more happy than I do." You whispered, holding on tightly to the blond's wrist that were wrapped around your waist.

"Baby, why would you think that?" Dwayne cooed, moving to sit beside you and Paul as Marko and David visibly deflated at your confession.

"I don’t know... I guess I just- I just got kind of upset seeing all the girls that flock to you guys night after night. And then seeing Marko and Paul flirt back with them, even more than you guys did before we all started dating, it just kinda sealed it for me. I just... felt like you guys were better off before we started dating." You explained almost all in one breath. Paul buried his face in your neck as Marko moved to sit on the other side of you. David kneed onto one knee and cupped your face to encourage your eyes to meet his own.

"Doll, we want you. That’s why we chose you. We don’t want them. We want you baby." He whispered, scanning your face to try and read what emotion you were feeling.

"And I’m just dumb, babe. You know I never mean it when I flirt with them. They’re just meals, you’re everything to me." Paul pouted, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck and shoulder. "If I had known that it bothered you that much, I would have stopped right when you said the word."

"Yeah, baby doll. We won’t do it anymore, promise. They could never compare to you." Marko grinned at you, leaning forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled back, your smile was already beginning to return to your lips.

David grinned at you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "All you had to do was tell us, kitten. You didn’t have to put yourself through all this self-doubt. We’re yours."

You smiled softly at him, leaning into his gloved hand. "I love you guys."

That night, three of your boys fell asleep curled against each other at the foot of the bed. You slipped out of Paul's arms, causing him to toss and turn until he found Marko's body to pull into his own. You crawled up the bed towards the headboard where Dwayne was leaned back against a bunch of your stuffed animals. He gathered you tightly in his arms as you curled up against his side.

"Go to sleep." He whispered into your hair. "I'll wake you up before me and the boys leave to say goodbye." You knew he wouldn't, but it made you smile anyway. You tried to keep your eyes open, trying to make the moment last as long as possible as you knew they would all have to leave in a few hours before the sun rose but you couldn’t deny how comfy it was to sleep against Dwayne. You fell asleep to the sensation of him pressing kisses to the crown of you head in rhythm you couldn’t pick up on.

"My cinnamon." He whispered just as you finally drifted off. "How could you ever doubt the love we have for you?"

Quick AN:// you’re LYING to yourself in you try to say the image of david curled up with marko and paul doesn’t sound like the absolute cutest!! okay i’m done hehe, i have three more requests to work on so i need to get started on those,, bye y’all mwah <33

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