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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 3 years

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Lavender Lace (Part 2)

Pairing: Tom Holland x F!Reader

Summary: When Tom calls you mean, you decide to show him what mean really looks like. (Part 2 to Lavender Lace)

Warnings: SMUT!!!! (Edging, Ruined Orgasm, Dom!Reader, Sub!Tom, Oral - m and f receiving, smidge of somnophilia, smidge of exhibitionism), Cursing, Honestly, the dom! is pretty soft

Word Count: 4400

Requested by @hollandlover19

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It was a rare occasion that you and Tom both had the same day off but when such an occasion arose, the two of you made sure to take full advantage of it. And, oh boy, were you two making today a special occasion.

You’d woken up before Tom on this particular morning to find the sunlight already streaming in through the thin curtains and your beautiful boyfriend lying beside you looking as if he was sculpted from fucking marble. His brown curls were barely curls in the morning, more just a messy pile of once twisted tendrils that now just stuck up all unruly against the pillow. His eyes were still shut, his bare chest falling and rising with each heavy breath. The blankets covered most of his torso but the covers didn’t do much to hide the unintentional issue that all men had to deal with from time to time.

A smirk spread across your face as you looked down at the tent beneath the sheets and then back at your boyfriend still deep asleep when an idea occurred to you. You shifted up onto your elbow and shifted a little closer to him, before kissing his bare chest, marking each freckle with your lips as you made your way up his neck and then eventually along his jawline.

Tom shifted slightly when your finger lightly traced their way down his abs that weren’t as defined as they were when he was actively filming but you didn’t care. This man could never stop being handsome in your eyes. Your fingers reached the hem of his boxers, already straining with the pressure of his morning wood. With featherlight touches, you traced the length of his erection with your finger tips, over the head, and then back down along the underside of his shaft.

The quietest little moan fell from his lips and you looked back up at him, biting your lip and determined to hear more of that sweet sound. You brought your hand back up to your mouth and spit into your palm before snaking it back down under the covers and beneath the elastic of the waistband. Your hand moved smoothly along his length and while you did so, your lips returned to his body. Tom's chest shook when his breathing hitched, clearly getting flustered, even in his sleep.

You increased the pressure ever so slightly on his length, twisting your wrist around the head, when you kiss his jaw line. Another small breathy moan tumbles from his perfect lips and press yours against his gently, swallowing the sound. When you pulled away, kissing back down his neck, you heard a hoarse chuckle, “G’morning, love.”

You smiled against his smooth neck, breathing him in. “Good morning, Tommy.”

“Starting the day off well, I see?” He asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes but finding it difficult to keep them open through the pleasure. He sighs out in bliss when you focus more attention on the head.

A chuckle leaves your lips when you go to kiss him yet again. “Thought you could use some TLC on your day off.” You sped up your pace and you could tell by the groans he was making that he was getting close already, “Is this okay?”

“Oh, it’s more than okay, darling.” He grunted out with a smile, “‘M already so close.”

“Yeah? Tell me when…” You cooed into his ear, biting the soft flesh.

The pace you had set on his length was not fast but the pressure was enough to make him fall apart quickly. Partners were like bombs, you realized, and much of a relationship was learning what made them tick and what made them blow. Tom had a few triggers for each that you had every intention of taking full advantage of today, should he be willing to play along with your little game.

He twitched in your hand and his fingers knotted themselves into the pillow beside his head. “Shit… I’m gonna-”

Then your hand was gone. Tom groaned, his hips bucking up into sheets, chasing your touch. “Fucking hell!” He whined, head falling back harshly into the pillow, “You’re not usually this mean first thing in the morning.”

A single testing eyebrow raised when you leaned back, “‘Mean?’ Tread lightly, love. I had an idea for today, if you’re up for it, but I could always make it more torturous if you’re going to keep that tone.”

The dominance in your voice was clear to Tom and gosh was it turning him on. “Heard we had a day off together and already had something planned?” He teased you, moving to sit up a little higher on the pillows. You crawled over his body until you were straddling his hips, his hard cock rubbing against your thin flannel pajama bottoms. He hissed when your hips rolled teasingly, one of his hands gripping your hip to keep you from moving - he was still trying to calm down - and the other bending to cradle his own head. You put your hands on the bed on either side of his body, trapping him in a trap he had no yearning to escape. “What did you have in mind, love?”

You chewed your lip and looked up at him through long lashes, giving him a sultry dark look, “Ohhh, well I was thinking trying to beat your record and edge you fifteen times but since you were calling me names earlier, I think I’ll make it twenty.”

“What?! I barely made it to ten last time!” Tom’s eyes were wide with panic but he quickly remembered his place when you gave him a sharp look.

“What was that? Twenty-five for talking back?” You asked, almost in the tone a teacher would chide a student with.

Tom’s whole body tensed up and he moved to embrace you in a panicked show of affection to remedy his misstep, “No! I’m sorry! Twenty is fine. I’ll make it to twenty!”

You allowed him to pull your body down towards his just enough so your chest rested against his but you still looked up so you were eye to eye with the man, “That’s what I thought. Now don’t worry, I’m not totally… What did you call me? Mean? I won’t make you do all twenty at once. I’ll stretch them throughout the day. But a few rules: One, no touching yourself unless I say you can. Two, you must touch yourself when I tell you to. Three, no cumming before I say you can. Failure to follow these rules will result in punishment. Understand?”

“Yes.” His voice was nearly a whimper. The way you made this boy fall apart should have made him embarrassed but he would trade all his pride if it meant he got to keep you for the rest of his life. The man was utterly in love with you and you were incandescently in love with him as well.

You gave him a satisfied smile, “Good. That’s one down.” You rolled out of bed and stretched as if you hadn’t just promised him a day of sexual torture, “What do you want for breakfast? I’m starving.”

Tom knew from the start he was going to have a hard time with this but he was hoping spreading out the twenty edges over the day would make it bearable. How wrong he was. You either allowed him to touch himself or touched him yourself about every half hour, just to make sure he stayed achingly hard, just the way you wanted him. It was in those gaps, though, that he’d hoped to find solace, only for you to “accidentally” bump into his member with your perfect ass, which was barely concealed in the short lounge shorts you’d decided to hang around the house in today.

The first few times were easy. Obviously, the first edge was when you had woken him up with your hand pumping him almost to completion. The second was when you let him jerk himself off in the shower just after breakfast while you ran your hands over every inch of his body. You gave him a handjob when the pair of you were fresh out of the shower before he even had a chance to put his joggers on. The next seven were a combination of you touching him and you allowing him to touch himself over the next few hours.

On the eleventh, you had decided to up the ante and have a little more fun with it. He sat on the couch, playing Call of Duty with Harry, Sam, and Haz all on the same server, speaking to him through his headset. Video games were Tom’s desperate attempt at distracting himself from the painful ache in his trousers but you weren’t going to let him get off that easy (no pun intended).

When you came into the living room, standing just to the side of the television so he could still see the game but also see you, his eyes flicked back and forth between you and the screen, trying to ensure you knew he was acknowledging you while also not losing his lead on his brothers. His face fell when you didn’t say anything, only had that look in your eye again. With pleading eyes, he gestured to the controller in his hand.

“Keep playing. Don’t mind me.” You whispered, waving towards the controller in his head nonchalantly. Tom gave you a skeptical look, knowing you were up to something but he resumed the game as you said he could.

Staying in your same spot, just beside the television, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head, revealing your bare breasts. Tom’s mouth fell open, having a hard time concentrating on the shouts and gunfire coming from the game when a literal goddess was stripping for him in his living room. “Keep playing. Don’t want to leave your brothers hanging.” You urged, nodding towards the TV.

Hesitantly, Tom returned to the game, not nearly as invested in the stats on the screen as he was a few moments ago. He watched out of the corner of his eye as your shorts and panties slid down your legs in one motion, leaving you completely bare before him. You padded towards him, putting your knees on the couch to either side of his hips, straddling him.

Tom leaned back and gave you a look of panic when you reached down to gently pull his hard length from his joggers. His hands pulled back, the game forgotten but you released him, his hard length practically sticking straight up against his stomach. You reached for his hands and laced them behind your back, leaning forward so you were mostly positioned against his chest. Tom could still see the screen over your shoulder, both hands resting on the controller but he was no longer aggressively slamming the buttons.

When your hands returned to guide his cock to your soaked entrance, his eyes blew wide and he pointed to the headset with pleading eyes. Your mouth fell open as you sank down on his length, a choked sound falling from Tom’s lips at the sudden warmth. This was the first time he’d been inside you all day and he was already so sensitive that it drove him crazy.

After you had a moment to compose yourself, you pulled aside one of the ear pads and allowed your lips to brush his ear, “Better not let them hear you, Tommy. Imagine what they’d say if they found out you liked this… being brought to the brink of tears, being absolutely ruined.”

Tom’s mouth fell open when you began to move agonizingly slow up and down on him, your walls squeezing around his length every time you moved up. Tom was usually a fairly vocal guy in bed, almost always making a sound, whether it be begging you, praising you, telling you how much he loved you, or just little moans and groans. This was torture for him and you knew it.

You swivelled your hips, having to bite back your own moan when you managed to hit that spot deep inside you that made you see stars. Having finally found that spot within yourself, you made sure to keep repeating that same motion until your toes were curling. Your breasts rubbed deliciously against Tom’s chest and you found your own high approaching rapidly.

You pulled one of Tom’s ear pads aside again and breathed out, “I’m gonna cum, Tommy.” It wasn’t a whine of desperation, it was a declaration of power. A statement of what you were able to do and he wasn’t.

The muscles in his neck flexed as he swallowed hard, finding himself close as well. He had been so hard this entire time, he was surprised he had managed to go this long without nearing that edge but it was catching up to him rapidly. After only a few more bounces on him, you unravelled around him, clutching onto his shoulders tightly.

You pulsed around him, riding out your high with a silent scream, hating that you were also punishing yourself with having to stay silent to keep the boys from knowing what you were doing as well. Tom let out a strangled groan when he felt himself about to fall over that edge. He let go of the controller and tapped your ass repeatedly, trying to pry you off of him so he wouldn’t cum without your permission. Broken sounds fell from his lips so quiet you could barely hear it but you raised your brow, clamping your hand over his mouth so he would stay quiet. Finally, you slowed to a stop, telling by the intensity with which he tried to pull you off of his length that was going to fall over that edge if you continued.

“‘Ey, Tom? You good mate?” You could hear Haz’s voice ask with a chuckle through the headset, followed by a few exclamations of frustration as you assumed he was shot in the game.

Slowly, you removed your hand from Tom’s mouth and allowed him to answer, “Yeah, erm, yeah. I’m good.” His first attempt at speaking had come out almost more as the squeak of a thirteen year old boy but he cleared his throat and was able to sound more convincing.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you...”

“F-fourteen! I said fourteen.” Tom gritted out, body covered in sweat as his back arched off the bed.

You sat off to one side of him but leaned over his legs, your free hand running up and down his thighs that were tensing beneath your touch. “Only six more, Tommy. You’re doing so good.”

He shook his head, “I’m not gonna make it to twenty.” He was nearly in tears, cock moving on its own free will at this point, flexing against his abs.

You cooed, “Ohhh but you’re gonna have to.” Tom’s biceps flexed as he pulled against the handcuffs you had him restrained to the headboard with. “I’ll make them quick,” You reassured with a smile, a smile that Tom found anything but reassuring.

You leaned down and took him into your mouth, humming with satisfaction at the cry he let out, only making him struggle more. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around his head, tasting the sweet yet salty precum that had beaded up there.

“Ah, shit-” Tom struggled, biting into the back of the fleshy bit of his hand to try and ground himself. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He had warned you this morning that twenty was most likely an impossible goal but you just wouldn’t listen. Tom found himself desperately on the edge within less than a minute of you touching him. Maybe if he just didn’t say anything, you would keep going until he came. He could deal with whatever punishment you had in store but he just needed a release.

You watched from beneath hooded lashes at the way his eyes were screwed shut and felt the way his hips bucked up involuntarily, pushing him down your throat. His cock twitched in your mouth, the way it always did just before he-

“You naughty thing! You were going to cum weren’t you?” You sat up off of him as soon as you noticed that tell-tale sign of his.

Tom let out a literal sob and you noticed the tears falling from the corners of his eyes. “‘M sorry! I just need to cum so bad! Please!”

The tears that fell down his face did actually make you feel a little guilty but you had to remind yourself that if it really was too much for him, he knew the safe word that would make the whole act go away. Knowing yourself, if he tapped out because it got to be too much, you’d let him cum right now. Both of you knew this was really just for the fun of exploring yourselves and each other and the last thing either of you wanted was for either one of you to not be enjoying what was going on. And yet, Tom still had yet to actually say the safe word. That didn’t mean you couldn’t be a little soft on him though.

You leaned up and kissed his lips softly, fingers brushing through his messy locks, “Oh, darling, I know. There’s only five more.” Tom groaned as if five were a hundred. Suddenly, your fingers knotted in his hair just tight enough to get his attention and, just like that, your soft tone was gone and your dangerous glare was back, “But if you ever try to pull one over me like that again, I’ll make sure you won’t cum for much, much longer than I did today.”

Tom didn’t need to respond. It was written all over his face that the message had been received loud and clear. You crawled your way back down his body and began pumping his shaft again, swiping your thumb over his head to spread the liquid there along his length. You shifted yet again, moving to the position where you could roll his balls in your other hand.

“You better tell me this time.” You threatened, already seeing the signs. Besides, Tom had been so close for so long, he was at the point where any touch practically brought him to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!”

You kept working him until his legs were squirming beneath you, only stopping when you saw he was within a second from falling over the edge. “Sixteen. Awe, you barely let me touch you that time.”

“‘M so close,” His head shook side to side, “So fuckin’ close.” With one finger, you drew small feather-light lines up and down the underside of his shaft and he was bucking his hips away from you. “No, no, no! Wait!” He begged you to stop, not calmed down enough to be able to withstand another round yet. If you kept touching him, he would surely bust in a second.

Giving him a bit of mercy, you stopped touching his length but switched to rolling his balls in your hand, stimulating him just enough without making him cum. Your own fingers trailed down between your folds and you spread the slick that had accumulated there over your hand, “See what you do to me, Tommy? You make me so so wet.”

Using your wetness as lube, you began stroking his shaft again without much warning. Tom was bucking into your hand without realizing it but you shifted your weight to sit on top of his thighs, removing his leverage to continue. “Nuh-uh,” you chided, “You made sure I couldn’t trust you earlier.”

Tom pulled hard against the handcuffs, his muscles flexing as if he was a Greek god. Your free hand went back between your legs and you rubbed yourself in slow, small circles to warm yourself up for when you’d allow yourself to cum with him as well. The tears in Tom’s eyes had since dried but his eyes were shut tight and his teeth were grit together. “I’m gonna-”

“Hold it.” You demanded, increasing the pressure slightly.

Tom shook his head, “I can’t! Shit- Fuck!” He cried as he finally came hard. A massive wave of pleasure like he’d never felt washed over him but it was quickly ruined when your hand stopped stroking him the moment you noticed him cumming.

By the time the first ribbon of white came to paint his abs, you removed your hand and watched as he tried desperately to get some sort of friction to work him through his ruined orgasm. He was crying again, an entire day’s worth of edging now ruined in an agonizingly unsatisfying orgasm. That first glimpse was an Earth-shattering orgasm that was lost as soon as your hand stopped stimulating him.

You watched with an amazement you’d only allow to show on your face when his eyes were shut as he just kept cumming and cumming. It was clear by the way his cock twitched that it was aching for more stimulation but you refused to give it to him.

“Tommy,” your voice was soft but it was laced with disappointment, “I told you you’d be punished if you couldn’t follow directions.”

“I’m sorry! I just couldn’t get the words out in time.” His chest was heaving and his voice was still whiny.

You nodded sympathetically, “I know, I know. But rules are rules, love. Maybe next time you can cum for real when you can follow instructions.” You crawled over him and clicked the release trigger on the handcuffs, slipping them off his wrists and kissing the angry red lines on them from where he’d been pulling on them. He brought his arms down, blood rushing back into the appendages.

“Now, you get to watch me get off and I don’t care if you get hard again. There’s no touching for the rest of the night.” You rolled off of him to lie on the bed beside him, your legs spreading wide and you hooked the left one over his leg. Your fingers swiped across your bundle of nerves and you clenched around nothing as you set the pace that would get you there quickly.

Tom sat up a little straighter, eyes glued to where your hand disappeared between your legs, “Can I touch you?” He asked, looking back over to your eyes.

“Why should I let you?”

“To show you just how sorry I am.” His hand came to rub your thigh in a testing show of affection. Your eyes glanced down to where his hand met your skin and then back up with a quirked brow to show him that you saw straight through his coy attempts. Just because you noticed them didn’t mean you were objected to them though and after an entire day of dripping over Tom, you thought it was only fair if you got a little something in return.

“Alright, fine. Since you asked so nicely.” Your dominating persona cracked a little when you laughed at the way he nearly pounced on you, lips aching to touch every square inch of your perfect body. First, he started at your lips, attacking them until they were plump and swollen. He worked his way down your neck and then your body, knowing every spot, every button to push just like you knew his.

By the time his mouth reached your core, your heart was already racing with arousal. His hot breath fanned over you as he took a moment to admire you, “You’re so fucking beautiful, even when you’re being mean.” He looked up from between your thighs with a cheeky grin and you reached down to playfully smack the side of his head.

“Somebody just can’t learn their lesson,” You chuckled, having dropped the dominant act. It was hard to keep up when Tom snapped out of his submissive one and turned into your cute puppy dog of a boyfriend.

The shit eating grin on his face disappeared a little lower once again and his tongue ran a long stripe up your folds. You moaned out, toying with your nipples, “Oh God….” Tom smirked against your sex, licking you again, only this time, letting the tip of his tongue slip inside of you just enough to tease. His arms wrapped around thighs when they moved against your will and he held them down. Finally, his tongue flicked at that sensitive bud you needed him to touch so badly and you let out a shaky breath when he finally found it.

“Shit,” You let out a breathless chuckle, hands threading in his hair and tugging slightly when his lips around you completely, sucking harshly on your clit. “Holy fuck!” Tom continued to do that while gently slipping a single finger inside your entrance, pumping slowly at first to warm you up. With how insanely wet you’d been all day, though, it was a warm up that was unneeded. A second finger soon joined it and he curled them up just right to hit that spot inside you that made you see sparks.

“Oh my gosh, Tom. Right there!” You whined out, one hand pulling your nipple with one hand and his hair with the other. With the arm he had wrapped around your thigh, he pressed his palm flat against the skin just above your pubic bone, making the pressure against your g-spot that much more intense.

“I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, sitting up on your elbows to watch Tom work you to your orgasm. That band in your stomach snapped and you fell back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure as Tom slowed down until you finished squeezing around his fingers.

Tom pulled his fingers out of you and rubbed your core gently, still feeling the pulsing, radiating heat coming from it. “Are you okay?” He asked, chuckling a little at your absolutely fucked out expression.

“Where did you learn to do that?” You questioned, never having had him try pressing on you from the outside while fingering you while eating you out. It was explosive.

Tom’s cheeks were still red from earlier as he looked at you with a cautiously proud expression, “Haz had told me about it.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Of course, he did.”

Tom crawled back up to kiss you on the lips, “Am I forgiven?”

You feigned a look of deep thought before sighing in “defeat”, which really just fade into a giggly kiss, “I guess so.”

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jimintopia · 3 years

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prettiest of them all (1)

genre: college!au, s2l!au, fluff, angst?

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: you're nothing special, just an ordinary girl who's just trying to get through college... but an angelic boy with honey colored eyes thinks you're the most beautiful flower he's ever laid his eyes on.

word count: 1.5k

chapter warnings: swearing (mostly jungkook lmao)

a/n: oh gosh i'm so nervous,, this started out as a tiny drabble i wrote out on the back of my bio notebook in january and two weeks ago i sorta revived the idea lmao. i hope you enjoy this little series of mine!

this fic was made possible by @latetaektalk (thank you so much for those helpful tips! i spent a lot of time formatting and reformatting this post and editing the fic, and your advice helped a lot with that!) and @chimchiekookie (thank you for your encouragement and kind words! you gave me the courage to post, tysm kira). also, to @yuvi-with-luv and @meiadore for just being! i love u crackheads; oKAY that was really long so i'll let you get to the fic oops haha

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(1) only time will tell.

College is not easy. But sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook is an entirely new level of difficulty.

“Goodness,” you mutter, stepping around the books and pens scattered on the floor of the living room, your roommate’s half-asleep body slumped across the couch. You can’t even get to the kitchen without tripping over something of his. “Couldn’t you have cleaned up before dozing off? What an idiot.”

“I heard that,” he mumbles drowsily, yawning. “The idiot is clearly you, Y/N. Who the fuck signs up for an eight A.M. lecture on Mondays? Something’s obviously wrong with you.”

That earns him an apple to the head, before you remember it’s supposed to be your to-go breakfast and quickly scramble to retrieve it.

“It’s mandatory,” you tell him. “Can’t graduate without taking it, so I might as well suffer. Psychology majors go to hell anyway, so I signed up knowing what I was getting myself into.” You give your best friend a once-over as he stretches, still on the couch. “You have fun sleeping in, Jeon, but by the time I get back I want you showered and ready for a proper brunch. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he rolls his eyes, but you know he enjoys your routine outings as much as you do. Ever since you met in your second year of high school, it became a little tradition of yours to regularly meet up for lunch on the weekends — and that turned into basically each mealtime once you got to college. “Just go, you’re going to be late. Those tiny legs of yours are gonna have a hard time running all the way to 808. We’re not even on campus.”

“Excuse you?! I’m 5’6”!”

“Y/N,” he sighs, shaking his head pitifully. “That’s like, four inches shorter than me. But nice try.”

Both of you exchange an annoyed glare, but deep down, you’re having your fun bantering with him. It’s a trademark of your relationship, one of the many things you appreciate him for. No one you have met so far could match your sharp tongue as well as Jungkook.

“I do not have time to argue with you right now, Kook.” You glance at the clock, quickly slipping your feet into battered sneakers. “There are leftovers in the fridge — by the way, remember to lock the door if you don’t want Taehyung to visit unannounced again — and I left a carton of banana milk on the bottom shelf, right next to the ketchup. Oh! I did your laundry last night; there’s a pile in your room that you just need to fold and put away. Anything else I’m forgetting?”

“You just dumped my clothes in my room? On the floor?”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Wrong answer, Jeon.”

“Oh, fine.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Thank you, Y/N. Now please just go already.”

“Dumbass,” you return, grinning. “I’ll be back soon. I'll bring Taehyung over if I run into him!”

He’s already closed your front door, but you can still hear his shout of protest from the other side, causing you to burst into incessant giggles: “Don’t you fucking dare!”

By some kind of miracle, you actually get to the lecture hall approximately a minute early. You and Jungkook don’t live on campus, but your apartment is pretty close — walking gets you to class in ten minutes, and if you run, you’ll arrive much quicker.

“Yeoreum!” you greet your friend with a whisper as you walk in, tossing your apple core into the small trash can. “You’re actually early for once!”

“Blame Hoseok,” she grumbles as you sit down next to her. “Dumbass woke me up at five in the morning to go run with him, Y/N. Five o’clock. The asshole’s dead to me from now on.”

“That sucks,” you sympathize, but you know she’ll always give in to her twin brother — the two of them are inseparable, as much as she likes to complain about him. “But hey, at least you got your coffee fix!”

Yeoreum lifts the half-empty cup before taking a long sip, a small smile adorning her features. “Also courtesy of Hoseok,” she admits. “He causes a lot of arguments, but at least he knows how to solve them. I like to think I’ve trained him well.”

“I wish I had a sibling,” you sigh wistfully. “A brother, maybe. Or a sister, I wouldn’t really mind. It must be nice always having someone else who understands you.”

“Y/N, you live with Jungkook,” she points out. “He’s basically the brother you’ve wanted your entire life. He has been since we were fifteen.”

“I know, but it’s different. I didn’t grow up with him. Plus, he’s more annoying than a sibling could ever be.”

“And he’s hot as hell.”

“Yeoreum,” you scold quietly, bringing out your laptop for the start of the lecture. “You think everyone you meet is hot. Regardless of whether they’re actually a decent human being or not. That’s probably why you always end up dating assholes who don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves you off, not quite meeting your eyes. “Chill, Y/N, I’m not interested. The boy’s just insanely attractive. Can’t I call someone attractive without wanting to get with them?”

You lean over to say something to her, but the entire class quiets down suddenly, so silent that you could hear even the softest whisper.

Professor Ahn strides in with an authoritative air, several books in her arms, followed by a boy whom you’ve never seen in this class before. A new student, perhaps? Or maybe he just transferred departments. You never know — it’s certainly not too late to switch out.

The professor tells him something quickly and he nods, before jogging up the stairs and hastily sliding into the seat right next to you. In fact, it all happens so quickly that you’re still buffering, trying to process what just happened. Instinctively, you move a little closer to Yeoreum.

“Goddamn,” she breathes, eyes wide in surprise. “Y/N, he’s so fine.”

Okay, so that was a bad choice. But the thing is, she’s not wrong.

The guy doesn’t speak to or look at you once during the entire lecture, totally dedicated to typing up everything Professor Ahn is saying — but you can’t help but check him out from the corner of your eye every few minutes. The blond hair is, surprisingly, a very good look on him, and the way the corner of his mouth is always turned upward makes you incredibly curious. What the hell is there to be happy about such an early class?

Ten minutes before you can finally get out of that stuffy hall, there’s a light tap on your right shoulder, startling you. You turn your head around so fast your vision nearly blurs, taking a second to steady again. “Huh?”

The new guy is tentatively smiling at you, like he’s gauging your response. “Hi,” he says, a little hesitant. “Um — do you have a black pen I can borrow? Mine just gave up on me mid-word and I didn’t bring any extra.” You glance over to his side of the bench: sure enough, the last few letters of the word ‘extension’ are so faded out, you can barely see them.

All of your pens are either blue or red, but Yeoreum quickly passes you one of her black-ink fountain pens under the bench, nodding at you in silent understanding. “Here,” you offer it to him, watching the adorable way his face lights up when you hand it to him.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” he says, quickly scribbling something down. “I can’t fathom using any ink color other than black, it just… doesn’t make sense to me.”

Well, you could type up a whole argument against that, but you hold your tongue for the time being. Instead, you peek over at his notebook curiously, trying to see what he’s so engrossed in writing down. You catch sight of a name printed neatly on the top left corner of the page, and you squint so you can see it better.

Park Jimin. You let it rest in your mind for a moment. It’s a beautiful name, and though you don’t know exactly what it means, you’re sure it would roll right off your tongue if you were to say it aloud.

“I’m Jimin,” he says, right on cue as he returns the pen and you not-so-discreetly pass it to Yeoreum again. “What about you?”

“Y/N.” For some reason, you’re struggling both to find something to say and maintain some kind of calm. You don’t know why he’s making your heart beat faster, only that he is.

“That’s a nice name.” Jimin smiles, and it’s breathtaking. His eyes form little crescents as he beams at you — you! — and for just one second, you can’t think of anything else. A silly crush, you chide yourself, averting your gaze from his face. A few days and it’ll leave on its own.

You want to be right, and you might be wrong, but you have no idea, no way of knowing what the future holds. It’s like they always say — only time will tell.

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onlyfortheplot · 4 years

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No Takesies Backsies

➳ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader ft. Sashi Kuroo

➳ Part of Daddy Universe

➳ Synopsis:

“She’s always smiley,“ you said, pouring yourself another drink.

“Not when she’s with her mom.“ he grimly said, downing the rest of his drink.

“I want to be her mother.“ you softly said, not looking at Kuroo.

He choked on his drink, slamming the glass on the desk.

“W-what?“ he said, cheeks burning.

➳ Warning: Slight language, Divorce, Single Parent AU

➳ Word Count: 1.6K

A/N:

OMG I am totally not trying to procrastinate. Shiptember. And I did not totally listen to Payphone while writing this. Asks are CLOSED. TAGLIST IS OPEN!. Anyway ENJOY. <3 @lizbotw I did it hehe!!!<3 Luv u wifey!

He ran a hand through his black hair, groaning as he looked at the mess his daughter had made. Oatmeal was sprayed across the table, the spoon missing. She gave a sheepish smile, looking at her father with doe-like eyes.

“Babygirl, what did you do.“ He was exasperated. Not only did his ex-wife, refuse to take Sashi, but she had told him she wouldn’t be able to take her for the next week. He ran a hand down his face. And now this...

It wasn’t that that he was incapable. It was more the fact, she had found spending time with her new boyfriend more important than her daughter. He muttered curses under his breath.

“I’m sorry, daddy.“ Sashi mumbled, hopping over her seat, running to her dad. She hugged his legs. He chuckled, tiredly.

“Its okay, baby.“ He leaned down, and swung her up, “But, you need to be careful, okay?“ He bopped her nose, making her smile.

“Yup,“ she replied, popping the ‘p‘. “I promise!“

“Good, because once we get to my office...“ he trailed off at the scrunched up face his daughter was making.

“I know, daddy. I’ll be good for Y/N.“ she said.

“Ms.L/N,“ he corrected her, dropping her too the floor.

She pouted. “But, you call her that!”

“That’s because we’re adults.“

“I wanna be an adult.“ she crossed her hands, huffing. He ruffled her head, as he leaned over to grab a paper towel from the kitchen counter. He was glad that she believed him. At least, then, he didn’t have to explain the relationship he had with you. Not that he could explain it. He didn’t know.

His marriage with his ex-wife was faulty from the start. She was too controlling, wanting to be in power. And he was to giving, as she took and took and took. He hated it. He had thought, believed, that she was the one. The one he would grow old with. The one he would have a family with.

Well that happened, he chuckled humorlessly as he looked at Sashi. He would never —never in his goddamn life regret having her. She was the world to him. But, sometimes he couldn’t feel anything but the sadness and the emptiness, even with Sashi beside him. And sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to share his world, his Sashi, with someone he could love.

And he had tried, multiple times, to reconnect with dating. But, to no avail. The idea of a daughter was either to burdening or unappealing to most. He sighed, as he glanced at her.

“Let’s go, buddy.“ he mumbled, motioning for Sashi to follow him. She joyfully, grabbed his hand and walked along side him.

If only...

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“Do I sound amused,“ you deadpanned, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder, “Does it sound like, Mr.Morti, that I am trying to make a joke.”

You clenched your hands, crumpling up the piece of paper.

“Does it, Mr.Morti, sound like I am in the mood for you,“ you exhaled sharply, cutting yourself off. Even if you were mad, livid, exasperated, tired and fed up you had to calm yourself before things took another turn,

“Ms.L/N, I had forwarded an email —“

“No, really?“ you interrupted, “I was totally not aware of the stupid email, with more than one grammar mistakes. No, Mr.Morti, I wasn’t aware of the goddamn email you sent me at one in morning, saying you would like to reschedule the meeting. And there, totally wasn’t a singular line at the end of your mess of an email, saying, and I quote,“ you fumbled at your desk, hand-picking the printed out copy of the email.

“If this is okay with you, if not we can try to make it work today.“

The line went silent, your heavy breath the only sound.

“Pardon?“

You threw down the stack of paper, almost screaming into the phone line.

“Stupid and deaf.“ you snapped, “Why they hire a mess like you in such a respectable company.“

You heard the door open, the slight squeak, breaking you from concentration. You scowled, as Mr.Morti fumbled over his words, looking for an excuse.

Glancing to door however, your scowl evaporated.

You blushed slightly, as Kuroo Tetsurou hurriedly walked into your room, waving a small hello.

Hello, you mouthed back, turning your attention to the phone.

“Like I said, maybe if you use your brain cells—“

“Ms.L/N. Y/N, please—“

“Don’t Y/N me. Your lack of intelligence, or the basics of comment sense, amuses me. And that along with your incompetence is the real joke here, Mr. Morti. So I suggest you,“ you took in a deep breath, “before you get slathered with more insults, to find a way to make the meeting happen. Today.“ You didn’t let him respond. as you aggressively hung up.

“That was...“ Kuroo started, stopping almost instantly at your glare.

“No continue, Mr.Kuroo.“ you said crossing your hands over your chest, “I would love and enjoy your opinion on the conversation.“

“Conversation,“ he cackled, tilting his head back, “That was assault!“

You rolled your eyes, your mouth twitching. This always happened. You tried to stay mad and angry, but something about Kuroo just made you smile.

“What can I do for your Tetsu.“ you smiled walking over to him.

“Hello,“ you stopped, looking down, at the owner of the small voice. Your heart melting as you saw his daughter clutching at Kuroo’s dress pants.

“Hello,“ you looked at Kuroo, “Is this Sashi.“ He nodded, grinning as he pushed her forward.

“Go say hello.“

“Hello,“ she tentatively said, “Ms.L/N.“ You laughed. You were sure Kuroo had had his her say that.

“Don’t worry, dear. Just call me Y/N.“

“Really? Am I an adult now!” she looked up at Kuroo, happily, “That’s what you said, daddy.”

“Ah...“ he trailed off, looking at you helplessly. You chuckled.

“Are you ready for your first day of work, Miss.“ you jokingly saluted Sashi who grinned, saluting back.

“Yes, Ma’am!“

“Good. Our first task is to get some coffee for you tired father.“

His smile flickered as you looked at him. He had tried, angling himself in a way, where the dark circles under his eyes wouldn’t show. But, even without seeing the dark circles, you could tell from the lack of expression in his eyes, that he was burned out.

Your heart throbbed. You knew why. That idiot of a woman, whom Kuroo had married, was the reason. You gritted your teeth. He didn’t need to tell you what happened, you could just guess.

You plastered a smile on your face, lifting Sashi up.

“Let’s go to our first mission!“ you ordered, “And you,“ pointing at Kuroo, “take it easy today. I got everything covered.“

You gave him a stern smile, but your eyes were filled with adoration and sympathy.

He felt his heart beat quicken at your glowing eyes, as Sashi babbled about missions.

Oh, if only you knew.

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“Hectic day?“ you asked, as he leaned his head into the desk. His hair spilled over his eyes as he looked up at you.

“Today, sucked me out.“ he admitted, “We got mostly everything done. And thanks to you we got that meeting over with.”

You smiled at that. You did have a way with words.

“Some wine, good sir,“ you asked, holding to wine glasses and a bottle. A juice bottle.

“Where’s— “

“Kenma came over to pick Sashi an hour ago.“

You placed the wineglass in front of him, flicking your wrist as you opened the cranberry juice, pouring it neatly into the glass.

“Cheers?“ he asked, lifting the glass as you finished pouring the juice into your own glass.

“Cheers.“ you clinked glasses, downing the drink in one.

“How did it go with Mika.“ you almost gagged as you spoke his ex-wive’s name.

“Stlll no response.“ he sighed, turning his drink, taking little sips. “I didn’t expect one.“

There was a pregnant silence.

You coughed, “Sashi is a gem.” you offered, “She has your personality.”

He laughed.

“She smiled so much today,“ he murmured, half to himself, “Thank you.“

“She’s always smiley,“ you said, pouring yourself another drink.

“Not when she’s with her mom.“ he grimly said, downing the rest of his drink.

“I want to be her mother.“ you softly said, not looking at Kuroo.

He choked on his drink, slamming the glass on the desk.

“W-what?“ he said, cheeks burning.

“I want to be her mother.“ you said, a little louder than before.

“You—you know that would—“ You slammed your own drink on the table, reaching towards him and grabbing his tie. Pulling harshly, you slammed your lips on his own.

You could taste the leftover cranberry juice on his tongue.

“Mmm,“ he groaned into the kiss. You felt your cheeks burn, heat throbbing in your body.

“I know what it means,“ you whispered on his lips, “I love you. And I know, with Mika, you might not be interested, but I—“

He grabbed the back of your neck and placed his lips back on yours.

“Really?“ he asked, voice gravelly.

“Really.“ you firmly said.

“No takesies backsies.“

You rolled your eyes at his childish antics, pecking his cheek.

“Nope.“

Oh, if only he knew.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: The Confession {8}

Chris Evans x Best Friend Reader

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot, PLENTY WORDS

Words: 9.6k

Summary: Not this time.

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At four in the morning, you found yourself wide awake sitting in front of your vanity, staring at yourself, not moving a muscle.

At five in the morning, you hadn’t budged, and honestly, you didn’t know if it was a good idea to go anywhere.

You heard your phone notifications firing off every ten or so minutes. Each and every one of them, you ignored. Ten hours ago, you’d had a plan. That plan consisted of you waking up at four to get yourself together to ensure you left the latest five o’clock to make it to the camping trail parking lot. You’d planned everything so well that you’d done the majority of everything that would take forever the night before.

After ending your conversations with Chris and Jaxon, you made yourself some dinner, drank a bottle of wine as you did some work that you’d planned for the weekend that you wouldn’t get to. Then you moved on to pacing your closet while second-guessing your decisions for the weekend’s plans. That second-guessing led you to your second bottle of wine, which you drank rather quickly. By the time you reached the bottom, you were back on the train of it being acceptable and not a big deal to go. So you packed your bags with everything you’d need.

You knew Chris would take care of all the logistic items such as the tent, firewood, ponchos, security needs, safety needs, and so forth. The man’s brain worked so analytically it was a wonder he’d become a real boy at some point in his life to make human relationships work. It was that way throughout your childhood. He would have the analytical part covered, and you’d pick up the slack with intuitive thinking. He’d always tease you about it by saying you’d never survive an apocalypse cause you’d feel and use your heart way too much. Ironic, you thought.

“I just need to be more analytical. That’s all,” you professed out of nowhere as you stood.

“Think with your head, not with your heart. I can do that. If he can do it, I can too.”

Though you were trying to hype yourself up, it was barely working. Still, you pushed yourself to believe you could do this. So what if you hadn’t accomplished being analytical in all your years of living. You’d never mastered it as he had. This weekend you’d be the pro.

Seeing that it was near half-past five, you quickly changed and did a once over of your home to ensure you had everything you’d need, then hauled your bags to the trunk of your car to begin the twenty-minute drive to the outskirts of town. The whole drive there, you played music that wouldn’t allow you to contemplate things any further. You didn’t need time to think any more. You knew if you had the twenty-minute drive to contemplate your options more, you’d turn around and chicken out.

Your phone rang and loudly announced the caller on the speakers in the car.

“Risa, the sun hasn’t even come up yet.

“I made an effort to be awake to give you a call to check on you. I’m sure you’ve talked yourself up and down the ledge. Where are you?”

“On my way.”

“Oh, so you’re still going. Wow. Impressive,” Irisa bellowed.

“Impressive? Didn’t you say it was a good idea?”

“It is, but you always end up doing what you want to do. I just didn’t fully believe you’d go through with it.”

Your mouth hung open. That said, a lot.

“How are you doing?”

Debating in your head, if you should play the nonchalant card or the brutal honesty card, you tapped onto the steering wheel as you came upon the exit to the grounds.

“Uh----well, you know. cool.”

It was a half-lie, but you fully turned onto the exit. There were no more outs unless you pulled a whole U and illegally reentered the highway while possibly causing an accident. It sounded terrible, but you wouldn’t rule it out.

“You, my friend, are the opposite of cool. My god,” Irisa said, laughing at you.

“I just don’t want things to get—worse. Ya know?”

“I get it. you want things to stay the same.”

“No. That’s not what I mean,” you began.

“So, you want them to change.”

“No. Jesus, I don’t know,” you grunted out.

“Maybe use the weekend to figure it out and come to a decision that best suits you and no one else. Figure out what you can’t live without, not what you can live with,” Irisa counseled.

You could see the entrance to the trail steadily approaching. It was relatively empty except for maybe a handful of cars. You weren’t worried. The destination you and Chris had in mind was off the beaten path, a piece of heaven carved out just for the two of you.

“Thanks, Risa. I guess I’ll talk to you Monday. Once we head out, you know cell reception is nonexistent.”

“I know the drill. Have fun. I know how you love camping out there. This might be one of if nor the last time you can.”

She was right. Jaxon didn’t like camping, and you doubted you’d ever feel right bringing him to that spot. This was yet another thing you and Jaxon didn’t have in common. You enjoyed nature and relished any chance to be in it, but Jaxon preferred pampering. You thought it came from your opposite upbringings, him the only child of a career political force. He’d always had the proverbial golden spoon in his mouth. Maybe you could live without camping trips like this, you thought, as you rolled past an unexpected blast from the past.

Slamming onto your breaks, you looked back in the rearview mirror to see Chris leaning against the monstrosity from your teenage years. You loudly snorted as the laughter bubbled up within you only to fill the car. He didn’t, you thought as you rolled into the nearest parking spot on the other side. When you got out and walked around to the back to get a better look, you let out a howl of laughter again.

“Aaah, oh my god! I am not going anywhere in that hideous thing.”

Chris’s jaw dropped. “What!?”

“You heard me. Which nineteen seventies hell did you crawl into to drag that thing out of?”

“Shut up. You love it. Don’t listen to her girl; you’re gorgeous,” Chris said as he soothed the car by rubbing gentle strokes along its hood.

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous. I have not seen this thing in ten years.”

“That’s an exaggeration, six the most.”

“I thought this was gone.”

“Never, I’m hanging on to this baby for the rest of my life. I couldn’t part with her—too many memories,” Chris said.

The two of you stood in silence for a few moments. You ran through all the memories of this decades-old wagon and all the things it had seen, the adventures you’d been on. It still looked in mint condition, which was another nod to Chris’s mind. He always did take care of the things he valued.

“Wow. So many memories,” you said, lost in your thoughts.

“So many.”

Your eyes met and rested for several long moments before you cleared your throat loudly, beginning to walk back to your car.

“How many bags you got for me this time?”

“Shut up. If it’s such a hassle, I can carry my own bags. This princess doesn’t need a prince charming.”

As the trunk opened to reveal your four black and white matching camp duffle bags and one black weekender bag, you attempted to grab them, but Chris beat you to it, effortlessly grabbing the five bags in total.

“That’s the beauty of the princess and her prince charming. He knew she was more than capable of saving herself, and he loved that about her, but he was so deeply in love that he vowed never to let it come to that—princess,” he said, ending on a whisper at your ear before walking away.

A shiver ran through you, and just like that, the nerves that had faded when you pulled up returned tenfold. After straightening your back, you closed the trunk and went to the backseat to get the remaining three bags that you’d packed. Again as you moved to grab them, Chris opened the other side and took them before your hand ever touched them.

“Is this it, or are you setting a record with nine bags?”

“Christopher!”

He walked again, laughing to himself. He thought he was so damn funny. You gathered your things from the front seat, excluding your phone, then locked up your vehicle. Before you crossed the parking lot, you took several breaths.

“Conceal, don’t feel,” you whispered to yourself.

Though Elsa was horrible and annoying, that was some excellent advice. You hoped it would work out better for you than it had for her with it. When you got to Chris’s wagon, you slide your fingertips along the smooth paint and smiled as you walked to the passenger side. When you climbed in, Chris looked at you.

“Ready?”

It was a straightforward question, but it was asking so much. Were you ready for this weekend? Were you ready to do this? Were you ready to figure your shit out once and for all? Were you ready to possibly walk into the unknown leaving everything you’d ever known for sure behind? Were you ready to be unapologetically happy no matter where it took you? Were you ready to let go? All good questions. Were you ready? Who the hell knew, but it was too late to turn back now.

You slide your sunglasses in place though the sun had barely begun to rise. “Hit it.”

Without asking again, Chris did as he was told. Within minutes you’d exited the parking lot and were on the driving path that would lead you deeper and deeper into the Massachusetts wilderness. Well, the wilderness that had been carved out for humans who wanted to be close to nature without the threat of being eaten by bears. Though Chris was always analytical, he knew how to read a room. Either it was natural or a Hollywood trick that he’d picked up.

For the first thirty minutes, the drive was relatively quiet except for the music that played. He’d had the good sense to allow you complete control over that. You were sure the way you switched songs that your nerves were in the air. Just as one of you was getting into the song, you would change it after a minute. It was one of your nervous ticks, fidgeting. You fiddled with the switch to change songs, you fiddled with your fingers, your bracelets, and even fiddled with your engagement ring.

Though your body was in the car, your head was miles away, everywhere but nowhere all at the same time. You were going over the endless possibilities and probabilities of the weekend. It was a probability that things would get very transparent, and it was a possibility that transparency would blur lines. You didn’t know what gave you more anxiety, the possibility of being laid bare or the possibility of blurry lines. They were both terrifying.

“It’s so loud in here.”

Your head snapped to Chris, who turned to look at you. There was a small smirk on his lips.

“What? The music isn’t even that loud.”

“I didn’t say it was the music that was loud,” Chris countered.

Crinkling your brows and scrunched your face showing your confusion.

“Your thoughts. They’re loud. Stop.”

Kissing your teeth, you exaggeratedly rolled your eyes the way you only did when he really annoyed you, and you had to show him just how much. Chris snorted and laughed loudly, clapping his hand across his chest.

“Whatever, Christopher!”

“You act as if we’ve never gone camping before, like this is the first time we’ve gone anywhere together. Relax.”

“I am relaxed, shut up. I am fine,” you argued.

“Prove it, stop fidgeting.”

Kissing your teeth again, you straightened your back and rested your hands on your thighs as if you were some android awaiting instructions. With your eyes straight ahead, you watched the winding path the car traveled. After ten seconds, you were dying to move. By the time thirty seconds passed, it was such a strong urge. You had to look over to Chris to see if he was watching. Sure enough, his ass was watching you with the look on his face that said he expected you to fail. Asshole, you thought before you rolled your eyes again and began to bounce your legs again.

Like clockwork, Chris laughed again.

“Stop laughing at me,” you whined.

“I’m sorry. Okay.” Chris straightened his face and focused on the road again for a few minutes before he spoke again. “You don’t have to be nervous around me, Y/N. It’s just me—just us.”

You knew he was right, and when you thought about it for longer than a few seconds, you wanted to kick yourself. He was still Chris, you were still you, and at the end of the day, he was still your best friend. All the other stuff didn’t matter.

“Did you bring your humidifier?”

“Of course.”

“Good, don’t want your truck horn sneezing to attract bears,” Chris teased.

Your jaw dropped, which had him laughing again and drastically lowering the tension in the car, and that tension remained lowered for the remainder of the drive.

About an hour after driving, Chris finally pulled up to your piece of the forest, the piece that you’d accidentally found, and was now your go-to spot. While you were busy looking around and stretching your legs, Chris got to work with the bags that were in the trunk. When you went back to help him, he tried to deter you, saying he could handle it. Any protest ended when you added it would go quicker with your help.

Ten minutes found all the bags on the ground where you chose. Twenty minutes from there, Chris had the tent pitted and had moved on to the grounds area, which housed a separate tent that you used to keep the food items secure. While he set up that tent, you began to bring bags into the sleeping tent and arranging them around the tent, leaving the middle open for the blow-up mattress.

When you realized it was the one mattress, you froze sitting on the floor of the tent. You hadn’t thought about it because this is how it usually happened. It was always a queen-sized mattress that you brought. There was never a problem. However, in light of the confession of Chris’s feelings, you felt this might have been too much.

“What’re you doing?”

“Uh—nothing. I was uh—the mattress.”

“Okay, then why are you just sitting here? Forgot how to do it?”

When he stooped down beside you, he saw you ferociously chewing your bottom lip, another nervous tick.

“What’s up, princess?”

A shiver ran down your spine again. Forcing yourself to shake off the unexpected feeling you debated on if you should tell him. as if reading your mind, Chris took a deep breath.

“If you think it’s not a good idea to share the bed, that’s fine. I can take the ground, or I can even take the tent with the food. I don’t mind.”

Your chewing speed picked up, as did the pressure from your teeth.

“Y/N.”

Looking at him, you studied his face and gazed into his eyes, trying to make a decision. It was Chris, you thought to yourself. You’re making it weird. You’re making this worse than it is. Your internal monologue went back and forth before finally going in on you prompting you to relax. After several minutes of your silence, Chris began to stand.

“Okay. I’ll make the decision.”

You shot your hand out to grab his. Chris stopped then sank back down.

“It's fine.”

“Are you sure? I want you to be comfortable. I don’t want this to be a thing in your head that it’s inappropriate or even that I’m going to try something on you. I’m not. I may be an asshole, but I’m never an asshole to you,” Chris explained.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and gave yourself a mental kick. “It’s fine. It’s always been fine. I trust you, Chris. I’m just--.” You waved your hands around, hoping that was enough of an ending for him because you couldn’t find the right words to finish your thought.

“Insane, I know,” Chris finished making you give him the evil eye. His smile was playful, which was the only reason you didn’t hit him. Instead, you pushed him back, forcing him to lose his balance to fall back on his ass.

“Since you love to talk so much, you can blow this up yourself,” you said, standing and walking out of the tent.

“You act like I don’t like working with my hands. I can do this all day!”

You didn’t doubt it. While Chris finished up there, you brought the food bags into the tent and situated them. What was supposed to be a five-minute task turned into almost fifteen minutes of you organizing things according to food category because once again, your anxiety had gotten to you. Halfway through, it was clear to you that both of you had brought more than enough food for two days. After taking some time to get your head right, you returned to the sleeping tent to find Chris arranging the bags around the tent while the blown-up bed remained bare. From the looks of the bags, you knew his analytical brain had gotten the better of him. Your bags were on the right while his were on the left. He’d managed to put them all perfectly spaced from the other, but he left your overnight bag on its own toward the upper side of the bed.

“Perfect spacing,” you teased as you walked to the foot of the bed. “What happened here?”

“I forgot sheets,” Chris admitted.

Snorting, you shook your head. “Of course you did. Such a man,” you joked as you walked to your bags. You looked through each of them, unsure which one you’d packed the sheets into. Once you found them, you turned and held them up.

“Ta-da.”

“Of course, you’d pack a set of sets.”

“Let’s get it straight. I packed two sets of sheets,” you said as you tossed him the pillowcases.

“Shit, I forgot my pillow.”

Chris smirked and walked to the large garbage bag that was on the ground and pulled out a replica of your pillow.

“I already knew you would. It’s like a given with you.”

Smiling, you nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

For the next few minutes, the two of you made lite work of making up the blow-up mattress. Your bodies passed each other working together to make sure it was done correctly. When you were putting on one of the pillowcases on the left side of the bed, you glanced at him. This all felt so domestic, so—natural. Jaxon always hated helping with the sheets because you had a particular way you liked them and that particular way got on his nerves because he could never get it right.

Chris folded down the shimmery cream silk fitted sheet over the lite faux fur blanket that was a complementary hue so that it was neatly resting at the top of the mattress right underneath the pillow. Once he was finished with that, he folded the end, so it created a perfect inward triangle. You continued to watch as he smoothed his palm across it brushing away any creases, then his eyes landed on you. It was perfect.

“What?”

Smiling, you shook your head. “Nothing. You did good,” you answered, placing the pillow down, completing the look. “It’s perfect.”

“I know. You and your OCD ass,” Chris joked before walking out of the tent, leaving you to admire his handiwork and fold your side into the triangle.

When you got outside, Chris was setting up the location for the cooking setup. That was your queue to gather some wood so he would be able to light a fire in a few hours. After letting him know your intention, he warned you to keep close but returned to preparing the area. Before you turned away, you saw him take off his plaid long sleeve shirt to show his tank top underneath. His muscular arms stopped you for a few seconds before you continued with the mission.

As you walked around the perimeter of the camp, you quickly got lost in your surroundings. The trees' beautiful green matched the grass's vibrant green and complimented the wildflowers that littered the ground about you. Bending, you picked up a branch that would do nicely for the pit and picked one of the flowers nearby. Tucking it behind your ear, you carried on with your search for branches.

Ten or so minutes later, you returned with an arm full of branches to find Chris with his tank top off. He was setting up a safety perimeter. From behind, you could see the lite layer of sweat that decorated his body, giving it a look as if he’d been rubbed down with baby oil. The sheen glistened with the light and almost had your jaw-dropping. When did he get all that? Before your thoughts could stray any further, Chris turned.

“There you are. I was going to send out the search party.”

You cleared your throat and approached where Chris has set up the fire pit location and dropped the branches.

“About done here?”

“Uh—after I arrange these, yeah. Why?

“Let’s go for a walk, you know, get the blood pumping in other directions.”

Chris looked at you, quizzically. “Other directions? Like where and from where?”

Avoiding his eyes, you spun around, trying to decide on a direction. “How about that direction?”

Without waiting for him to answer, you walked ahead.

“You wanna give me a little time?”

“Catch up, and put a shirt on. Your pale ass burns easily,” you shouted behind you while continuing your walk.

Using the free minutes of alone time you had left, you tried to screw your head back on right. In all your years of friendship, you’d never looked at him like that. You barely noticed if he had muscles or was skinny and scrawny like he was when he was a teenager. You never saw it.

“What the hell was that, Y/N?”

“What was what?”

Looking beside you, Chris fell into step with you as if your rapid pace was comfortable.

“Nothing. Why didn’t you bring Dodger?”

“Uh—I was tempted. I just thought it was a good idea to leave him.”

“I miss him. Jaxon doesn’t like dogs. He doesn’t like pets actually,” you absentmindedly said without thinking.

“Huh.”

Looking at him, you realized what you’d said. “Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just brought him up.”

“It’s fine,” Chris professed.

“Is it?”

He took a deep breath, shrugged, and looked ahead. “Look, it’s no secret I don’t like the guy.”

“You sure acted like it.”

“What was I supposed to do, Y/N? Tell you I don’t like your boyfriend?”

“Why not. Maybe we could have found a way for you to like him,” you replied.

“I was never going to like him. I will never like him or anyone else you’re with,” Chris said, his tone pointed but also soft.

Studying him, you realized again what you’d said. The two of you walked in silence for a few moments; both lost in your own thoughts.

“This is so crazy,” you huffed out.

“Did you like all my girlfriends?”

As soon as he asked, you snorted out and laughed. “We shouldn’t talk about this.”

“No, we should. That’s what this weekend is for. Honesty,” Chris finalized.

Glancing at him, you found his eyes already on you. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure as hell not going to hold anything else back.”

Taking a few moments to gather your thoughts, you changed directions getting closer to the river bank.

“I love this spot so much.”

You stood there staring out at the majestic sight before you. The beauty of the green trees and mountains in the distance was breathtaking. Your favorite part was how the backdrop mirrored in the lake, making it seem as if another replica world was right underneath the water's surface. It was easy to feel small here and easy for you to get back to the simplicity of things.

“If by girlfriends you mean the ones that stuck around past five months, then I liked them all except two,” you confessed.

“Which two?”

Smirking, you pinched your lips and looked at him. “The one with the nose, and the one with that hideous back tattoo. What the fuck was that?”

Chris busted out laughing. It was a contagious laugh because you had to join in seconds later. The two of you laughed uncontrollably for a full minute until it slowly died down.

“You know what, I guessed one, but the other—I’m shocked. She was nice.”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking, already tired of the lies. Soon Chris was beside you again.

“She wasn’t nice?”

“She was fake. She wanted two things from you, and she got them.”

“What are those two things?”

“It’s not important,” you countered.

“Of course, it is. I wanna know. what two things?”

Bouncing you with his bulky shoulder, you staggered sideways before you turned to him, stopping for a moment.

“Tell me.”

“Fine. She wanted a good dick down and clout,” you replied, then continued walking.

“Woah, woah, woah. A good dick down? What do you mean? How do you know my dick down is good?”

“Shut up, Chris. You’re the biggest hoe, and you always thought that no one talks when you hoe around. Everyone talks. There have been some stories that I’ve heard that are just—nuts. I’ve heard of twosomes, threesomes, hell foursomes, and even the one time you found yourself at some Hollywood sex orgy party. I had to give Scott a double take from that one. Honestly, how many women have you slept with? Then you turn around and tell me you’ve been in love with me since high school. Come on!”

You’d rambled like a manic, letting your frantic thoughts get the better of you. When you realized he wasn’t walking beside you, that was when you took a breath. Looking back, Chris had stopped and had his head hung as if he’d lost his most prized possession.

“Chris--,” you remorsefully began.

“I know how my actions seem Y/N. I know what the rumors say. I know everyone calls me a whore and thinks that all I care about is ass. I know.” He walked closer, then stopped in front of you. “You’re my best friend; I just wish you didn’t think that about me too.” With that, he walked ahead of you, leaving you standing there.

Sighing, you dropped your head back to roll your eyes. “Great.”

The walk was quiet after that. Chris either kept his head down or eyes straight ahead. He also remained in front of you and didn’t return beside you after that. You knew he was sensitive about the whole whore thing. It wouldn’t have usually been something you would have brought up, but it was on your mind. It had remained on your mind since he confessed his feelings. It was something you couldn’t wrap your head around. If you knew how you felt about someone, you couldn’t just sleep around with others as if you felt nothing, especially when you came home and saw them for holidays and even family functions. It was something you needed answers to, but seeing Chris’s disposition, you decided against it.

By the time the sun was highest in the sky, and you’d made it to the top of a cliff that gave you a bird's eye view of the forest, you’d reached your level of avoidance. You had to know.

“I--,” both of you began at the same time.

You pinched your lips together and waited for him to go just as he did the same.

You spoke again, “I--.” Again Chris began the same time you did.

“You go,” Chris offered.

“Do you know how many women you’d introduced me to?”

He sighed but didn’t do what you expected. Instead, he turned to you and gave you his undivided attention.

“Tell me.”

“Six. Including your latest even though that was over FaceTime. Six women, Chris. Six women during the entirety of when you said you were in love with me. Six women. Six women, you paraded around, fell in love with, had sex with, six.”

“I’ve never been in love with any of them.”

That was when your jaw dropped, and you gaped at him.

“It’s a dick thing to say, especially now, but it’s also the truth. I loved three of them but was never in love with any of them.”

You didn’t need him to tell you that there was a difference between being in love with someone and loving them. You knew there was a difference.

“Jennifer? Danika? Your mom thought you’d marry one of them.”

“I loved things about them. Was I ever in love? No. I tried, I just—couldn’t.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“It’s something to you never being in love with any of your old boyfriends.”

Your head swiveled to him. He didn’t look cocky, though. He just looked sure.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m the only person who knows what I’m talking about when it comes to that, apart from Irisa.”

That cornered feeling you hated was creeping up onto you.

“That also includes this one you’ve convinced yourself you want to spend the rest of your life with.”

“I love Jaxon,” you quickly defended.

“Maybe, and that’s a huge maybe. You’re not in love with him.”

“How the hell do you know that, Chris?”

Chris studied you for several long moments. Every second of silence only made your anxiety rise higher and higher. When you were sure he knew you were about to lose your shit, he spoke.

“I’ve known you since I was a kid. I know everything about you. I know every tick, every sign, signal, nerve ending. The only thing I can’t figure out is why you’d move up a wedding you don’t want to have in the first place. So tell me, Y/N. Why?”

Gulping down the water in the bottle, you focused on the scenery. “And I can’t figure out why you’d break your lifetime of silence this many months after my initial engagement. You’ve done this at the worst possible time, and now you just expect me to what—leave Jaxon and throw all this time and the plans away. What’s to say next year this time you’re not changing your mind?”

“I’ve never not been in love with you, Y/N. Never. I loved you close in high school. I loved you from afar when you went off to college and me LA. I loved you through the good, the easy, the complicated. I’ve been in love with you through it all. I never thought I had a chance so I held my peace until I couldn’t. then---I was afraid not only of the rejection but also the love that I felt.”

Chris quickly looked at you then scoffed. “You don’t get it,” he began. “Have you ever felt something so powerful that it—supersedes anything you’ve ever felt and makes it impossible to feel anything else for anyone else? Nothing I ever felt for anyone came close to what I feel for you. Nothing I thought of anyone was anything like what I thought of you. I compared every woman to you on every single level.”

You took a deep breath, and though you wanted to look away because the intensity of his stare was making your skin tingle and your heart race, you didn’t. You kept your eyes on his.

“I can see the fear in your eyes. I’ve always been able to see it,” Chris began as he slid closer to you, so there were just a few inches between you.

His long spider-like legs were open and bent over yours that were crossed. His hands rested on your thighs, and it was an action he’d done hundreds of times. It shouldn’t have made you look to them or even made your heart flutter, but it did.

“What’re you afraid of?”

Meeting his eyes, you got so nervous that you had no idea what to say.

“I’ve planned my life.”

“So what? Plans are meant to change, be adjusted, reevaluated—upgraded,” Chris said.

“And you’re the upgrade?”

He slowly licked his lips before he bit into his bottom lip. You could feel his fingertips gently sinking into your thighs. It felt surprisingly good.

“I’d be cocky as fuck if I said yes. I’m just going to say when it comes to you—yes. We’re comfortable with each other. We know everything about each other. I know how to handle your neurosis, your OCD, your ticks, and all the nuances that make you who you are. I know what you like. I know what makes you happy and angry. We’re similar where it matters. I’d never change you or expect you to change or try to fit into my life or my world.”

When you looked down, he lifted your chin to face him again. “I’m not trying to shame you or anything, Y/N. You asked.”

“Yeah, I know.”

For a few minutes, the two of you just stared at each other, neither of you speaking or moving. His hands remained on your thigh, and the longer they stayed there, the more used to it you got. The more used to it you became, the more his warmth seeped into your skin and began speaking to you, making you not mind if this one move could be disrespectful. Five minutes turned to ten and ten to fifteen, and that was when you moved to suggest you began making your way back to camp.

As the hours waned, you and Chris enjoyed nature doing the competitive things you’d done since you were kids whenever you came here. Usually, you’d compete for jobs and roles such as cooking and producing the day’s meals or clean up duty this time, Chris decided to switch things up. You had a scavenger hunt for pinecones, which he won. His reward was one IOU. You went down to the lake, skipped stones, an event you always rocked, so you got the IOU. After that, you took turns seeing who could take better nature pictures based on category. Again, you rocked at anything creative, so you took the win though it wasn’t an easy one.

By the time got the fifth activity, making a craft from four things you found in the vicinity, the sun was beginning to make its descent behind the mountains and trees. As you sat on your side of the forest with your back leaned against a tree focusing hard on the twig, flower, and feather dreamcatcher, you found yourself glancing up and around the tree that was supposed to be serving as a wall between you so your creations would be a surprise. He was sitting once again in his tank, brows knitted and head focused down on what he was doing. You could tell his jaw was clenched from the way his mouth was set. Every few seconds, he’d bit onto his bottom lip in a way that piqued more than your attention. When he looked up, you always played it off as if you were looking somewhere else into the distance.

“Five minutes left,” Chris shouted.

“Don’t rush me, Evans.”

“I’m not, Y/L/N, just following the timer.”

“Worry about yourself. You have five minutes left,” you shot back. Chris’s snickering echoed in the forest, making you smile.

You hurried to put the finishing touches on your craft because Chris was a stickler for being on time. It was a pet peeve of his, one you enjoyed messing with on a regular. You were able to squeeze ten minutes extra out of him to his annoyance. When you shouted out that you were ready, you peeped behind the tree to see his smiling face.

“Don’t be shy, princess.”

You walked toward him with your craft hidden behind your back while smiling like a thief. Once you got close enough, you turned around at the same time he did to press your back to his.

“I can’t believe we’re still doing this,” Chris scoffed out.

“I know. It’s great. I love this.”

“That’s because you always get the point. Your crafts are incredible,” Chris whined.

“Aww. Your crafts are great too. I still have everything you've ever made me.”

“Really?” He sounded shocked, and you understood why. None of the things he made you were out in plain sight. You had them tucked away in a decorated box from when you were fifteen. It was embarrassing.

“Yeah. I’ve never thrown anything away. I would never.”

You could see his eyes lingering on yours for a few moments before he looked away. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. Anyway, ready to give me this win?”

“So damn cocky. I don’t wanna hear anything about me.”

Giggling, you shimmied against his back, accentuating the height difference between you.

“Okay, on three.”

As he counted to three, you got more and more excited to reveal your craft. Once you both turned, both of your jaws dropped.

“Oh my god, Chris.”

“Me? Woah, how’d you make that?”

He marveled at the dreamcatcher in your hand while you stood there astonished by the three wooden cravings in his. As Chris reached for yours, you reached for his. He’d somehow managed to hand carve three figures, and he’d managed to put so much detail into them.

“How did you—are there two me?”

“What gave it away?”

You inspected the figurines closer. One looked to have very curly like hair that was done with swirls in the wood. The clothes he’d somehow designed were adorable; it was a crop top of some form and a pair of jeans with hearts on the pockets.

“Oh my god, Chris is this—are these the jeans I always wore in high school? The ones with the hearts?”

He was smiling widely as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh my god, this is amazing, and this one.”

You studied it and took note of the difference between the hair and the clothes. This one looked like your dress from that first Hollywood event he took you to. It was the one that you’d spent nearly a fortune on because you wanted to make sure you didn’t embarrass him. That was the night he assured you that nothing you could ever do would embarrass him, and he didn’t care what the press thought. You remembered then the words he said when you turned the carving to the back to see the same words.

-I love every single thing about you and wouldn’t change one thing. You’re my perfect.-

Slapping your hand across your mouth, you looked at him, completely unsure how you could have forgotten.

“The two most significant times, I’ve fallen in love with you. I told you, I’ve said it tens of times.”

What the hell did you say to that? You wondered how many times he’s plainly said it, but you just never registered it the way he meant it. Was your entire life and friendship a lie?

Thanks to the eight activities, you managed to get three IOUs, but Chris was the one who came away with the overall win with five IOUs. He took pity on you and volunteered to handle dinner, which allowed you to get yourself to the one place you were too excited to get to. When you walked a little further past the lake in the middle of the forest, there was a beautiful pond like enclosure with a picturesque waterfall and cave. If anyone saw you, they might say you looked like an idiot walking through the woods wrapped in a towel wearing your rain boots carrying a bath caddy. No wonder he always made fun of you, you thought, as you laid your towel across a boulder.

The water was just right. Taking your time, you swam around, being careful not to get your hair wet. You knew it was inevitable your hair would get ruined by the end of this weekend, but that didn’t mean you should help it along its way. It was easy to get lost in the sereneness of your surroundings. The only sounds around you were that of birds chirping, the breeze through the trees, and the soft rustling of bushes as harmless animals scampered around. It all sounded like one of the sleep mixes you used when your mind refused to shut down at night.

By the time you actually began soaping your skin, the sun was disappearing, giving the sky the most beautiful glow. It wasn’t a glow that could be wholly appreciated in the city. It was its best here. As you watched the sky change colors from pink and purple to orange and every variation of it until it became near navy. Something about being here made you feel freer, more like yourself, or who you were at your core. For some reason, you always felt like you had to be a neater, more restrained version of yourself in the city. It was exhausting. You never felt that way with Chris, but you didn’t know if that was necessarily a good thing or not.

Something made you look back, and that was where you saw Chris at the bank just staring at you with his mouth wide. Though it was dark, you could perfectly make out his features. The way he looked ar you made your stomach flutter. When your breathing became short and more strained, you noticed your heart's racing and the way it made you slightly dizzy. This was a first. Part of you said you should be appalled or close to it, but it was such a small part it was easy to ignore. Still, you found yourself sinking lower into the water until it reached your shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” Chris began as he turned to the side, dipping his head low. “I didn’t mean to—I shouldn’t have—I should have—I didn’t see anything,” He finished.

Not knowing what to say, you kept quiet.

“I came to tell you dinner was ready not—perv out while you’re,” he trailed off.

“You’re only perving it you jerk off while you’re being a creeper.”

“I might tonight,” he said under his breath, but thanks to the way water carried sound, you heard him loud and clear. The thought was the first of its kind ever to have entered your mind. Had he thought about while he jerked off before?

When you didn’t speak for a while, Chris spoke instead. “So uh—see you back at camp.”

With that, he walked off, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

By the time you got back to camp, you saw that Chris had set up a blanket in front of a roaring fire as he waited for you to join him. You quickly dipped into the tent to change into something comfortable. It wasn’t longer than five minutes before you’d reemerged in a pair of grey shorts and a white cropped tank that you covered with an oversized cable knit sweater.

“I’m here. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I know your ritual, shower before eat or else you don’t enjoy your meal,” Chris lectured.

A soft smile spread across your lips. It was comforting having someone who knew you so well. There was safety in regularity.

“This looks great. I didn’t know you brought steak.”

“When don’t I bring meat.”

The two of you giggled because it was true. Chris was a steak and potatoes man through and through. The fuss and muss was not for him, and you loved that. There were nights he’d be completely happy with a burger and fries as opposed to some frilly meal. Another thing he and Jaxon didn’t share, especially looking at Jaxon’s two gourmet restaurants. He loved frill. You didn’t care either way.

“It looks and smells amazing,” you said as you dug into the meal before you. as you chewed the tender steak, the flavorful juices had you moaning. “God, you always knew how to make a steak be the best I ever had.”

“That says a lot especially thinking--,” Chris began before you cut him off.

“—I know.”

That was that. He didn’t push to know more or discuss it any further. You ate for some time in silence. It wasn't because you had nothing to say; you were just once again lost in your thoughts. By the time you’d moved on to the shrimp, you’d found your voice.

“Thank you for the carvings.”

“Thank you for the dream catcher. Maybe it’ll help bring the good ones to life.”

Your eyes lingered for a while before he brought his beer bottle to his mouth. Looking away, you finished yours and reached for your third.

“The liquor store didn’t have your wine,” Chris began.

“I’m not nearly as bougie as you think I am. Beer is perfect.”

Chris snorted and shook his head as he took another swig.

“Says the woman who wore a full face of makeup to a pool party.”

“Look, it was waterproof. I needed it. Why wouldn’t I want to look good in the water?”

He laughed so loudly you knew he’d scared some animals away that were inching toward the glow of the fire.

“Stop laughing at me,” you whined.

“Fine. Sorry.” He tried to stop laughing, but it took a while for his face to go back to straight. The whole time you glared at him unamused. Once he was straight-faced again, he raised his hand before he reached for his third beer.

“Are you wearing makeup now?”

“No,” you replied.

“Guess you don’t need it. You looked plenty good in the water,” he murmured before he brought his beer to his mouth.

Was that an innuendo? Was he flirting? You’d never experienced it before, so you had no idea.

“Was that inappropriate? It probably was. I’m sorry.”

“No—it’s—it’s fine,” you said, utterly unsure if it was or not.

“Is it?”

You stared, silently sizing each other and the moment up. This was completely unchartered territory. Was it inappropriate? Did it bother you?

Slowly, you responded with the first thing that came to your mind. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

Chris stared at you as he rubbed the spout of the bottle against his plump bottom lip, drawing your eyes right to it. He looked as if he were trying to either come up with a game plan on how to move forward or if he was doubling back on an already established plan. He looked like he was just as confused as you. When he looked away and into the fire, you did the same.

“Were you just—did you just flirt with me?”

Chris snorted and shook his head. “See, this game you say I have is nonexistent.”

“So you were?”

When he nodded, your eyes bugged. “Wow. I completely didn’t—I feel like our entire life and friendship has been a lie.”

“I get that,” Chris assured.

“How could I have been so blind? So—I didn’t even think that the things you said, or the way you said them meant anything beyond you being my best friend. I didn’t know how you felt. How do I know that the times we were just laying together on your couch or mine didn’t--,” you trailed off, gulping down the remainder of your beer before reaching for another.

“I’m sorry,” Chris started.

“Stop saying you’re sorry!” It was unfair. You knew it but hearing him saying sorry so much got to you especially thinking that he’d been saying the same thing for years. You just hadn’t been listening.

The silence between you stretched for several minutes, and it gave you time to finish your fourth beer. You sure hoped he’d brought more than this one twelve pack. Once it was finished, you took a deep breath and tried to be an adult and use your words.

“You’ve been saying the same thing for years. You’ve said it so many times, so many ways. I never listened. I never heard you.”

“Y/N, I took the coward’s way. Yeah, I said it, but I knew there was one way to say it that you couldn’t ignore, but I didn’t. I was too afraid to. This is my fault. I don’t want you blaming yourself for this. I was a coward. I deserved for you to live your life and meet other people and all of this pain I’ve been in. I deserve it.”

In seconds you’d moved over to him and grabbed his hands. “Stop it. You didn’t deserve this. God. Sometimes you piss me off so bad.”

Chris snorted and shook his head. “I should have said something sooner.”

“You should have. So much could have been different.”

He angled his head and gave you a look that had you realizing what you’d said. “What could have been different?”

Dropping your head, you toyed with his fingers. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t say something like that unless you know. Tell me.” His fingers laced with yours, and though it wasn’t something new, it felt new.

“I don’t know. I mean—who knows, tons of things could have been different. We don’t know how things would have played out.”

“You think we’d be together now?”

You stared at him and contemplated his question. Was it possible?

“You don’t think we know too much to work?”

“No, I think because we know so much we would work. You’ve seen me at my absolute worst,” Chris mentioned.

It was true, and you thought that was one of the reasons you wouldn’t work. Could you be with him knowing his history? It was more questions to put on top of all the others you already had. You doubted anything would be worked out by the end of the weekend.

Once the two of you’d finished eating, you were on clean up duty while Chris went to get a bath. You spent ten minutes cleaning up and securing the tent with the food before you wandered down to the lake to stare out at the moon. The glint of your engagement ring caught your eye, and it was there your eyes remained. Though you’d brought Jaxon up before, this was the first time you thought about him. Even now, it wasn’t an intimate thought. It was more the concept of him.

You twirled the ring around your finger, something you realized you did quite a lot. You remembered Irisa telling you an old wives tale about if a woman spins her engagement or wedding band, it meant she wanted to get out of the relationship. It was never a thought to you before now. Within the last week, you’d never been more confused in your whole life. One minute your head was in one place, and the next, you were backtracking. Things were so confusing that you saw things differently than you ever had, and that second sight had you questioning your actions that you were so sure about before.

Holding up your hand, the ring on your finger looked as if it was competing with the full moon in the sky. The moon was just barely larger than the diamond you wore. Jaxon’s whole concern was making sure it was big enough. Groaning, you rolled your eyes and dropped your hand, slightly annoyed that your mind kept jumping to anything Jaxon related. One of the points for this weekend was to get away from everything.

Thinking there was no plausible way for you to get through the weekend with a constant reminder of everything you were supposed to be getting away from, you made your decision. Slipping your ring off of your finger, you held it in your free hand beside your outstretched one. You’d taken it off before, of course, but this time was not to shower or anything technically related. This time was different. This time was the first possibility you wouldn’t put it back on. You were afraid of it—terrified.

By the time you returned to camp, you were sure it had to have been an hour later. The only lights on were the twinkle lights Chris had strung around the camp to allow some form of light in the middle of the dark forest. The fire was on its last legs; you knew it would be outed before morning. Reaching the tent, you unzipped the flap to go inside. Once you did, you stopped in your tracks, seeing Chris’s bare ass. He spun around completely as bare as the day he was born, showing you all his glory.

Your jaw dropped, but you didn’t turn. You couldn’t. Your eyes were glued to his groin. Good lord, you thought as your mouth actually watered. You don’t know how long Chris stood there in all his glory, but when he grabbed the discarded towel to hold before his crotch, you finally averted your eyes.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” you rushed out as you turned your back.

“I’m sorry, I should have,” Chris began.

“No, I should have knocked, or made a sound, or wiggled something. Shit, oh god.”

You quickly rushed out of the tent, and paced around the campfire, lost in your thoughts. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Chris naked, but it was the first time you’d seen him naked since you’d gotten out of teenage years. Good lord, had things changed. What the fuck was that? Did your mouth actually water? You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Chris come up behind you until you bumped into him.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s just nudity.”

“Just nudity? Oh my god, I haven’t seen you naked since we were teens, no twenty,” you ranted.

“No big deal.”

“No, Chris, that was a big deal, that--,” you motioned toward his junk.

The amusement on his face was so obvious.

“Don’t make me laugh. This isn’t funny.”

“It is when you think about it. It’s insane we’ve never gone through something like this before,” Chris eluded.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I forgive you. I’ll consider it even seeing I walked in on you earlier. Let’s go to bed. You know the sun rises early out here.”

Groaning, you walked ahead and into the tent with Chris on your heels. Once you’d climbed in, you laid on your side with your back to him and just stared out. No matter how much you tried to think of something else, you couldn’t. All you could see was his dick, his impressively girthy dick. You flipped onto your back and stared up at the night sky, and took a deep breath. You’d forgotten about this view and forgotten how breathtaking it was. The stars in the sky shimmered like tiny specks of silver and white glitter.

“Wow.”

“I know. The best thing about nights out here,” Chris countered.

You glanced at him and saw him lying on his back with his arms behind his head. He looked calm and at home, like he wasn’t ashamed in the least. The two of you remained quiet, staring at the sky, soaking it all up.

“Chris,” you began.

“Yeah, princess.”

Biting your bottom lip, you swallowed any angst you had about asking this question.

“Have you thought about me?”

He didn’t speak right away, and you didn’t have the guts to look at him, so you waited for him to speak.

“Do you think I’ve thought about you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it before tonight.”

“And now that you have?”

You turned your head to him just as he turned to look at you. Your eyes lingered before you watched his eyes drop to your mouth. You knew he knew what you were asking.

“Yeah—I’ve thought of you, more times than I’d like to admit,” Chris confessed.

You’d gotten into this mess with his confessions, and there was another one. Your belly fluttered, and your heart raced. Biting your bottom lip, you looked to his and wanted more than anything to know what they felt like. He must have read your mind because that was when he turned to you. After a few seconds, you turned to him the same way and rested your hand on your pillow. Chris moved his hand and engulfed yours, lacing his fingers with yours.

Staring at him, you felt as if this was a do or die moment, and depending on what decision either of you made, your lives would turn. Chris leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Good night, princess.”

With that, he laid back down, keeping your hand in his.

Oh fuck, you thought.

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thesunshinebunny · 4 years

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May I be the first to ask for a reaction of the dorm leaders to a fem!reader dancing erotically/sexy?

OF COURSEEE U CAN SWEETY!!!!!

I am very excited to start having the first orders for TW. This is the one that caught my attention the most and wanted to write ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Off with the spiciness!!

Vice Dorm Leaders reaction

Cater/Jack/Floyd/Epel/Sebek/silver reaction

Riddle

King’s and Queen’s - Ava Max (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rj--hAP_Zo0&list=RDRj--hAP_Zo0&start_radio=1)

The tea party was being a total disaster. Dorm members breaking the rules left to right, incompletely painted white roses, lack of control at the tables, a total madness.

Riddle was getting redder and redder, until he reached the same shade as his hair color.

Time to intervene.

“Cater go get your speakers and connect them to your phone with the music I am going to tell you, on my sign you press play. Trey distracts Riddle for a few minutes, lead him to the loung room if necessary. Ace, Deuce, Grimm, get away everything on the main table. NOW NOW NOW”

“YES MA’AM”

You ran into the bushes behind the main table and started to peel off your top, leaving you in a red lingerie bra. You ripped the bottom to fit some modern shorts and waited for everyone to be in position.

Show time, press play

With the beginning of the music, everyone fell silent, looking for the origin of it, but only finding you positioning yourself on the table.

Riddle shot out into the gardens, about to go "OF WITH YOUR HEAD" who deigned to put that kind of music. But ... like everyone else, he only found you....starting to dance.

People were crazy to see you dance with fluidity and speed ... a good crazyness. They were deconcentrated.

Ace and Deuce cheering as gay friends

Riddle was bewildered, he wanted to speak but the words didn’t come out of his mouth.

ASS TIME!

You broke this boy right then. His eyes followed the movement of your hips and hands, unable to avoid thinking of...

Cheers were raised when you stopped at "of with your head" Your eyes locked at Riddle’s and you gave him a...lewd smile.

Ace and Deuce came up to the table to dance with you and all the members of Heartslabyul began to dance in their places.

Cater had filmed everything and had a mischievous smile drawn on his face, just like Trey. May or may not will send it to Riddle late at night

One thing for sure. That day, you broke Riddle in the most erotic way there is.

Leona

Theeth - Lady Gaga (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnwLh6CWdUY)

That fucking bet. That damn Ruggie.

He convince you that if you managed to do the challenge without Leona being intimidated, he would do your homework for a whole month.

You accepted without measuring the consequences and without even thinking clearly about the challenge.

Leona, Ruggie and Jack were going to be training magift after class with their teams in their arena. Time to attack.

The game was about to start, each player in his position, when suddenly ... a few blows began to sound.

Music came from the speakers. Everyone was baffled, including Leona, he was going to teach the herbivore who dared to interrupt his training a good lesson.

Before he even raised his voice angrily, he caught sight of Ruggie who was pointing him, with a wicked smile, toward the stands.

You were standing there, slowly going down and positioning yourself on your stomach. It’s when you started moving your hips that Leona clicked.

You’re dancing, erotically.

No dorm member could swear to have seen Leona so expressive before. His eyes wide open, his mouth almost reaching the floor, and ... if they dared to go lower, they could sight a tent in his pants.

In the middle of the choreography, you turned around, and Leona was nope and went to you, grabbed your hips and placed you on his shoulders.

“the show is over, go back to training”

From your escort, you could see Ruggie laughing and waving at you with an evil grin. You lost the bet.

“You want to move your hips? I'll give you a reason to move them”

He spanked you and took you to his room.

Moans and grolws could be heard at the arena.

Azul

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tkfX2phlfE)

It was a disaster.

The person hired to give an entertainment canceled at the last minute. Azul’s throat vein was about to explode.

Customers in Mostro Lounge were getting hysterical, demanding music, dancing, singing, whatever, something.

In desperation he turned to you.

"You need someone for a show, I can help with pleasure"

"Do you know someone who dances, sings, plays an instrument, or tells jokes?"

you gave him a look. Is he serious? You asked him to give you about ten minutes to get ready.

When the lights went down, leaving a dim light directed at you, Azul immediately regretted his choice.

positioned in the middle of the stage, wearing a black top, leaving little to the imagination and tights squeezing your butt, you began to dance a song that he did not know.

“Oh Carp”

The clients, now hypnotized by your dance, began to scream with happiness. Finally the show they were promised.

"The little shrimp sure know how to move" Damn Floyd, don’t make it worse than already is.

Azul felt very uncomfortable from the waist down and felt that at any moment he was going to get ink wink wonk

He asked you to go to the vip room when you’re done to ... discuss your little show in private.

He’ll have to get a few customers to sign a contract to avoid putting their dirty hands on you.

But for now, he's pleased to put his own hands all over your body, and inside you.

Kalim

O Saki Saki - Nora Fatehi (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohRFMg9OxfU)

I know, I know, it is too cliché to put a hindu song for Kalim, but this choreo was around all over tiktok and I couldn't get it out of my head.

Kalim was fascinated when you told him about your old hobby back at your world. Belly dance

He organized a party at his dorm only and exclusively for you and that you could teach not only him but also everyone your fantastic steps.

He even left you a change of clothes in his room and asked you to tell him when you were ready.

Show time, press play

At first he was delighted, you had directed him to cloud nine and had no intention of going down. But...when your movements started to go down, his happy gaze started to fade away.

He settled into his seat and put his hand on his mouth, trying to hide his obvious redness. Jamil realized don't worry. It was hard not to realize that Kalim’s mood had changed and that he needed to solve a...thing.

When you got to the famous part of the dance, he was controlling himself not to go up to you and take you to his room in front of everyone.

Whe you were done, he excused himself from his dorm members and Jamil, grabbed your hand, and the two of you didn't leave his room until the next morning.

Let's say that Jamil didn’t sleep well that night ... or nothing at all.

Vil

Earned It - The Weeknd (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji-l0n6GcnA)

You went to his dorm asking if you could use his ballroom. You've been wanting to dance again for a long time and your own dorm wasn't going to give you the space you needed.

He said yes without problem and left you alone while you practiced.

After a while and intrigued to see your practice, Vil returned to the ballroom hoping to surprise you, but it was he who was surprised.

"Oh ... my, what a view"

His gaze was on your butt, for it round and apple-shaped.

He was intrigued by your dance, impressed by your flexibility and how in those lewd movements, he could find pure beauty.

You were completely immersed in your choreography that you didn't notice Vil standing at the door.

Reaching the end of the dance, you noticed Vil smiling from ear to ear. "Oh no potato, don't stop for me"

You smiled at him and positioned yourself in the middle of the room, turning your back on Vil and looking at him through the huge mirror.

He stood behind you, his hands on your hips. You both waited for the start of a new song.

The two danced together an erotic moves with it’s ending was between the bars and the mirror.

Idia

God is a Woman - Ariana Grande (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evlwPF6g-c8)

Idia was playing on his computer when a movement on his camera caught his attention.

You two used to make video calls constantly because of his fear of interact to other people.

When he opened his app, he noticed that you had left the camera and the computer audio on. He was to say something when music started playing.

You appeared in his field of vision wearing only shorts and a transparent black shirt, which left your nipples visible.

“Oh my Aphrodite. What is this? An unlocked Ero scene?”

Seeing you move so smoothly, he couldn't help but imagine his blue lips on your nipples, watch them harden and turn violet when sucked by him.

Ortho had to enter his room with a fire extinguisher when he started to see smoke coming out of his door.

Idia was completely red, from feet to hair and with a serious problem in his pants.

You may or may not have known he was watching from the beginning.

You will have to pay a visit to Ignihyde dorm leader that night.

Malleus

Buttons - The Pussycat Dolls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E3CgGyPSr4)

Malleus was taking his night walk when he heard music come out of your dorm. Interested on that unrecognizable music, he went to your door.

He was about to knock when it slammed wide, apparently you had forgotten to close it. It wasn't in his plans to interrupt you, but he was completely curious about what was happening here.

His gaze met with your body dancing something he deciphered as erotic.

"my, my"

He was delighted with your movements to the point of bringing out a genuine smile, which disappeared when your top disappeared, leaving you alone in black and green lingerie.

His eyes widened. His hands began to sweat and he had a strange need to get close to you.

At the end of your dance, you had the scare of your life when you saw the tall and horned figure of Malleus on the doorway of the lounge room.

"Sorry if I scared you, it was not my intention to interrupt you while you’re enjoying yourself"

"How long have you been standing there?" "Since the beginning"

He approched you. He put his thumb on your lips and his piercing gaze met yours. You weren't sure if your legs were shaking from the exercise or how hot and wet Malleus could make you with just his gaze.

"Could you dance for me again?"

You nodded, unable to speak.

He kissed you, lifting you up from your hips and heading to your room.

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smolanon · 3 years

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Beautiful (Sapnap x Reader)

It had been about three months since you started dating Sapnap. You had met him through Dream about two years ago, and from the moment you started talking he gave you butterflies in your stomach, and after a bit of getting to know eachother, the feeling was mutual. The two of you'd had an unspoken boundary, however. You flirted mercilessly with eachother, teasing and pushing one another to the brink of flusteredness, but never made anything out of it. You had thought this unspoken limit was built because he had never seen your face, which you took as fair. You, much like Dream, liked to keep your anonymity as much as possible. You were very insecure and sensitive about your appearance, having been bullied about it since a young age. Every time your audience pushed you for a face reveal, you were filled with overwhelming anxiety and had to put the prompting to a stop. You remained under the impression that you wouldn't get together because of your facelessness for a long time. That was until he decided to break the tension between you two. You can still remember it like it was yesterday.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Automatically, your heart rate quickened. He usually only called you by your real name when there was something serious he had to talk about. "What's cookin', good lookin'?" You responded, trying to sound casual and unbothered by the sudden shift in your conversation. The two of you had been casually streaming together on the SMP for a couple hours and you had thought everything was going quite swimmingly. You had flirted back and forth as usual, wheezing at how your chat went buck wild when you did. You thought everything was fine, so why did he sound so nervous? "I need to talk with you about something." Your chat sped up with concerned messages, also catching on the nervous tone in his voice. You tried to swallow the lump that had begun forming in your throat, but the attempt proved unsuccessful. "What's shakin', bacon?" You tried to lighten the tone of the conversation once more. "Like...after the stream." "Oh..." Your voice was hardly a whisper. "Okay..." A silence fell between you two, and you nervously chewed at your lip. You bounced your knee, not being able to take the awkward tension. "Everything okay over there, Pandas?" You asked, but your words were met with silence. "Snapmap?" You tried teasing a bit, but the silence seemed to thicken. You could hear your blood rushing in your ears. "Sapnap..?" You spoke timidly, like a child that knew they were about to get a thorough talking to from a frustrated parent. You checked your chat to see a lot of worried and confused messages. You saw a few saying that he ended his stream. You checked Twitch on your phone only to confirm that they were correct. You cleared your throat as you pocketed your phone. "Well, I think I'm gonna sign off for now, guys." You spoke in a faux cheery tone. "Go drink some water and get some sleep, nerds. Bye-bye!" You ended the stream as Sapnap left the game. You followed in suit, pulling your knees up to your chest as you stared at his still icon. "Hey, what's wrong?" You spoke softly, the tension in your hands causing your nails to dig into your arms. "Are you still there?" You were about to speak up again when the silence was finally broken by a sigh. "Yeah, sorry." "Hey, what do you need to talk about?" You let your feet rest back onto the carpet, leaning towards your screen in anticipation. "Or did you just want to listen to my pretty voice in private?" You attempted to lighten the mood, fiddling with the strings on your sweater. "That." He said, like he had been waiting for it. You blinked a few times. "Wh-what? My voice?" You asked, caught off guard by his slightly frustrated tone. "No, the..." He hesitated, "the flirting." Your stomach dropped, letting out an almost inaudible 'oh'. "Do...do you want me to stop? Is it making you uncomfortable? Cause I totally understand if it is, I'll stop-" "No." He sounded even more frustrated. You fell silent, staring at your hands. You never talked about

the flirting. Throughout your whole time knowing eachother, you talked about all kinds of things. From silly to philosophical to gross, you were comfortable talking about pretty much everything together but never had you talked about the flirting. "I'm sorry." He sighed. You could hear the creak of his chair as he leaned back. You could imagine him tugging at his hair in frustration, dragging his hands down his face. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm not...mad." You perked up a little at this, eyes snapping back up to the screen. "I just...what are we? What is...this? To you." "I-I don't know. I thought- I just-" The right words wouldn't pop into your mind. You stumbled and struggled, pulling at the strings. "I like you, (Y/N). A lot. A-and I don't want to be some casual thing to you. If you don't feel the same, I want to know. I want..." His voice quieted, as if he thought he over spoke. Your heart fluttered, your eyes widening to the size of saucers. Warmth flooded your cheeks at his honest confession. "What do you want, Sapnap?" You said, almost breathlessly. You needed to hear it, you couldn't mess this up. This was your only shot. "I want you." He replied quietly. "Not like, in a possessive way, I just... I want to be with you." Your mouth hung open slightly, staring wide eyed into your screen. The idea that he wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with him never crossed your mind. An incredulous laugh left your lips. "You can just say you don't feel the same." He mumbled, sounding embarrased and on the verge of tears. Your heart stopped. "No no no! That's not- I didn't- I feel the same!" You gripped your desk, standing up in panic. "I-I just...can't believe you feel the same." You grinned. There was some quiet. "R-really?" "Yes!" You laughed, pushing your hair out of your face with a hand. "So...does that mean you'd want to go on a date?" He asked tentatively, though you could hear the smile creeping onto his face in his voice. "Yes, of cour- wait." You stilled. "How would that work? We don't live anywhere near eachother." "I dunno...but you didn't answer me." "If you can figure out a way to go on a date, then yes." You responded, chuckling at the humor of the situation. "Deal." You could now tell he was grinning. You held onto this fond memory like it was a life preserver as you drove the rental car to your destination. Your fingers tapped nervously at the wheel. "(U/N)?" You heard Sapnap's voice from the phone that sat on the passenger seat. "I'm still here! Sorry, I'm just driving." He was streaming and in a call with you and Dream. Both you and Dream knew something that he didn't. You had just gotten off a plane and was now driving to his and Dream's house. You had talked on and off with Dream about visiting them for about a month previously, but he hadn't convinced you to actually go through with it until recently. During the plane trip, you had been too excited to panic, but now that you were actually on your way every possible bad outcome ran through your head. As you pulled up to the house and parked, you grabbed your phone, beginning to text Dream. 'What if he doesn't want to see me? Or he's mad that we didn't tell him?' 'I assure you, he wants to see you. Also he's gonna be overjoyed that you're here.' 'What if he doesn't like how I look?' You could hear Dream sigh heavily; his eyeroll was almost audible."I gotta go get something from outside, gimme a sec." Dream spoke over the call. He left the call. 'Don't you dare, Clay.' You texted. "Alright. I actually gotta mute for a bit." Is what you said quickly before muting yourself, spamming Dream with panicked, angry texts. Eventually he stepped out of the house, walking up to the car and trying to open the hastily locked passenger door. He gave you the exasperated look he always did when you were being difficult. His face, unlike to many people, was nothing new to you. He was a childhood friend that you'd grown up with, only separated when you moved far away. He ran a nail down the window,

making a terrible shrieking sound on the glass, which caused you to quickly submit and unlock the door. "Dude! This is a rental! If you fuck it up, you're gonna pay for it." You hissed out in a habitual whisper, punching his shoulder. "Stop freaking yourself out, everything is gonna be fine." He waved your worry about the car away with his hand. "It's really good to see you, by the way." He put a hand on your shoulder and lightly squeezed. "Good to see you too." You mumbled in response, not being able to help a small smile from tugging at your lips. "C'mon, if we don't hurry up a little he'll get curious and ruin the surprise." He patted your back encouragingly; you swallowed and nodded in response, getting out of the car.

"I'm back, Sap." You unmuted yourself as you shut the door. "Hey, I have a question."

"I have an answer." He responded.

"Do you love me?" You asked, stepping towards the house slowly.

"Of course."

"Even though you dont know what I look like?" You asked hesitantly as you stepped into the house. Dream rolled his eyes, giving you a Look and you put a finger over your lips.

"(U/N), I don't care what you look like, I love you no matter what."

"What if I'm ugly..? What if you could do better?"

"(Y/N). I fell in love with who you are, not because I think you'll be pretty. I fell in love with the way you pronounce things and the way you laugh. I fell in love with your morning voice and your sleepy giggles. I fell in love with the goofy voice you use when you talk to yourself. I fell in love with...well, you." He cleared his throat, probably thinking he got carried away. "Honestly, no matter what, you'll look beautiful to me."

Tears gathered in your eyes. His soft words eradicated every anxiety in your mind. You went quiet and walked up to the door.

"(Y/N)?" You heard him on the other side of the door. He sounded a little concerned as you hung up the discord call. You opened the door and he turned around, a look of confusion on his face. He glanced between you and Dream, searching for an answer as to who you were and why you were there.

"Hey, Sap." You said, a grin spreading across your face. His eyes widened immediately and he stood up, taking off his headset.

"Say something else."

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" You chuckled at the look of absolute awe on his face.

"(Y/N)?"

"In the flesh." The smile plastered to your face almost hurt. He suddenly moved towards you very quickly and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You laughed, hugging back and wheezing a bit.

"Holy shit, you're actually here!" He laughed, rocking back and forth with you still held tightly in his arms.

"I'm here!" You responded, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He pulled away, holding your face in his warm hands. You stared up into his shining eyes, your heart doing flips in your chest.

"Can- can I kiss you?" He whispered, eyes gleaming with tears of joy.

"Please do." You responded, placing one hand over one of his own. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, holding you ever tighter. He moved his free hand to your waist, tugging you closer.

"Awe, you two are adorable." You were pulled out of the moment by Dreams voice. You laughed, breaking the kiss much to Sapnap's dismay.

"Fuck you, man." Sapnap replied, words holding no real weight, as he pulled you into a hug once more. You heard Clay laugh behind you, then shut the door. Sapnap pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you could feel his smile in your hair. You ran your fingers along his back, humming happily.

"Probably shouldn't abandon your stream, babe." You spoke up after a bit.

"Oh, yeah." He said, pulling you over to his computer.

"Hey, chat." You grinned as you watched the text fly by in the chat. Sapnap pulled up a chair for you and you sat next to eachother, streaming happily together. He kept a hand on your leg or in your hand whenever he could.

A dono popped up and you glanced over it.

'What does (U/N) look like?' The text-to-speech voice read out.

"They're gorgeous, you guys." He said, looking over at you. You grinned back at him, chuckling and shaking your head. "Their hair is so soft and the prettiest color and they have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen. They have the most delicate hands and this cute little mole on their wrist." He gently grabbed your wrist and lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the previously mentioned mark. He placed his other hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb under your smiling eyes.

"Oh, stop it. I'm not all that special." You replied, leaning your cheek into his palm.

"You are to me." He spoke softly, placing a sweet kiss to your nose.

"Dork." You replied lovingly, turning your face and pressing your lips to his palm.

"I'm just being honest," he laughed lightly, "you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

#Spnp #Fluff #X reader #What? I'm not projecting onto this hahahaha #Why would you #Why would you think that

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calmlftv · 4 years

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bad behavior. - l.h.

description: it’s your honeymoon, so it’s time to get a little...naughty.

word count: 2.4k

w/n: to whoever guessed this was inspired by/taken from the maine.....u were right. bad behavior by the maine is so good, pls go listen to it if u have a moment!

warnings: smut, lots of teasing, oral (male receiving)

taglist: @spicycal @castaway-cashton @irwinkitten @n-ctarinenga @thesubtweeter @ashisonthefloor @ashtonsos @loveroflrh

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Sunlight filtered through the windows, the light dimmed and softened ever so slightly by the curtains hung over it, the warmth radiating through your body as it slowly pulled you from your sleep, a soft groan escaping you as you awoke. An arm shifted behind you, the sheets on the other side of the bed cold already, and you quietly whined, eyes fluttering open so you could look around for your husband. As your senses awoke you heard the muffled laughter of Luke, a sleepy smile tugging on the corner of your lip as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You grabbed a pair of old athletic shorts and tugged them on, one of Luke’s shirts covering your torso before you left the room, fingers running through your bed head as you stepped your bare feet into the hallway.

Luke’s laughter sounded again while you moved through the house, the sound drawing you in like a siren song until you finally found your husband, his laptop set up on the kitchen island as he sat at it, his back turned to you and headphones on as he spoke to whoever was on whatever call he had going. He must have sensed your presence as you walked in and he turned around, a warm smile on his lips as he saw you. You blushed a bit, still not entirely used to seeing him look at you in such a way; your newlywed bliss lining every feature and taking the curve of his lip up in the smile he was giving you now.

“Good morning, my love,” he said softly, taking his headphones off for a split second as you got closer. You could see the face of Liz on the screen, a smile on her cheeks as she waved a hello to you. You smiled in return as Luke slipped an arm around your waist, one hand cupping and squeezing your ass cheek as he pulled you close and kissed your lips, covering the squeak you made before he pulled away. “Get yourself some coffee, baby, we’re almost done.”

SIlently you nodded, biting your lip to keep yourself from saying anything revealing while you moved around the kitchen, Luke pulling his headphones on again as he continued his conversation with Liz. Once you had your coffee you leaned against the counter, holding the mug between your hands as your eyes took in your husband, hands lifting the mug to your lips so you could sip on the warm drink. His blonde hair was a bit messy still, some curls going every which way as he smiled and laughed, a hand running through them on occasion as he tried to tame them. He wore a white tank top and a pair of sweatpants, most likely only wearing them to be decent for his mother; if either of you had your way you’d be naked constantly.

Your heart stuttered when he glanced up at you, his piercing blue eyes so clear in the morning sunlight as he gave you a big and bright smile. You were certain his smile was brighter than the sun itself, the warmth it filled you with much more enticing than the sunshine that the two of you had been soaking up all week in your own hidden paradise. When you had suggested the cabin Luke had given you a look, his face reading with lack of enthusiasm for your idea for your honeymoon. It was perfect for you, but Luke was nervous about how remote it was, wanting to be within 2 miles of neighbors instead of 10 like you were now; but after a lot of pouting and pleading you got him to agree, and now you were both in love with your own quiet place.

Thoughts like that swirled around your brain until Luke carefully closed his laptop, the sound shaking you out of your trance as he stood up and moved over to you, a smile spreading on your face as you placed your mug down on the counter. His arms slid around you as you stood up straighter, his smile reflecting yours as you stood on your toes to press your lips together.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hemmings,” he mumbled against your lips, hands traveling down to the small of your back as he only tugged you closer. He’d only called you by your new last name the entire week, practically refusing anything else in a casual way as he joyously rolled it off his tongue.

You smiled against his lips, kissing him again as you leaned against his chest. “Good morning to you, Mr. Hemmings,” you greeted back, smiling as his hands traveled even lower, gathering two handfuls of your ass and giving it a squeeze as he kissed you again, a bit needier this time as his hands held your hips against his.

When your fingers moved to tangle in his hair he squatted down, locking his arms behind your thighs as he picked you up and set you on the counter, his frame settling between your legs as he pushed his hands up your shirt. The skin to skin contact sent a thrill through you as his fingertips grazed your nipples, a soft whine escaping you as his lips moved to your neck.

“Luke-” you started, interrupted by the shrill ring of Luke’s phone on the island. Both of you groaned, your lips moving to connect with Luke’s jaw as you tried to keep him with you. “Ignore it, please baby.”

Luke sighed as it continued to ring, sliding his hands from under your shirt as he pulled away. “Might be the airline, though. I’ll make it quick, angel, promise.”

You pouted but let him go, huffing at the interruption as your fingers curled around the edge of the counter. Luke’s shoulders tensed slightly as he answered, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hey Ash, thought we all agreed no phone calls this week…”

Luke’s hand dragged down his face as he started pacing around the cabin, your eyes stuck on him as he moved around easily. His fingers tugged on his scruff a bit, your teeth dragging your bottom lip as you day dreamed of them tugging off your clothes instead.

Or, you thought, sliding off the counter. I could do that myself.

A small smile tugged up the corners of your lips as you moved towards Luke, your arms tugging on his shirt a bit to get his attention. He was listening to something Ashton said, an eyebrow raising as he caught the mischievous glint in your eyes. His hand ran through his curls again as you bunched up the fabric of your shirt in your hands, slowly tugging it over your head before you dropped it on the floor, a sly smile on your face as you met his eyes again.

The beautiful blues that you fell in love with dragged down your torso as he bit his lip, covering the microphone in his cell and mouthing fuck to you. Your bare skin took in the slight chill of the morning air around you, nipples hardening against it as your husband stared longingly at your bare chest. Ashton’s voice on the other end stopped, Luke’s eyes still dragging over you as your fingers dipped into your waistband, Ashton getting Luke’s attention again.

“Y-Yeah, sorry mate, wife was asking me something,” he said, watching as you slowly tugged down your shorts, letting them pool around your ankles as you stood up in front of your husband, completely and totally bare in front of him as you grinned. His lips were moving still and he stuttered a bit, stumbling over his words to Ashton as you tuned out the exact words he was saying.

With a single step you closed the gap between the two of you, your nipples brushing against his shirt as you pressed kisses to his neck, smiling as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly. It took all your self control to move slowly, your hands tracing the tent that had started to grow in his pants as you moved down his chest. You pressed kisses to his shirt, not wanting to disturb his call too much before you had the chance to tease him some more, enjoying the feeling of him through the fabric of his pants.

Once you could feel he was hard enough you tugged on his pants, groaning softly as you saw he was commando too, his cock springing free from the confines it had been in. You moved to your knees and watched Luke’s face, his fingers tangled in his curls as his eyes followed your every movement. You could see a slight pink tint to his cheeks and you smiled, putting your index finger over your lips as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping it for a moment while you kissed around his base.

Luke stifled a moan as you loosened your hand and dragged your tongue along his length, letting it swirl around him as you moved it to the tip. Once there you pressed open mouthed kisses to his head, watching as his hand moved from his hair to between his teeth as he kept himself from making any noise, your plan going swimmingly as you watched your husband squirm a bit. Finally, you took him in your mouth, slowly moving down his length until you had to stop, pausing briefly as you took a breath before you started moving.

Your eyes locked on Luke as you moved, your tongue still working him as you bobbed your head along his length. His hand finally tangled in your hair, his fingers tangling there while you used your hand to pump what you couldn’t get. After a second you went a bit deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat as his head lolled back, fingers tugging on your hair as you moaned around him. He let out another groan at the sound, his grip tightening slightly as he hastily spoke.

“Ash, I gotta go, but I’ll call later, yeah?” After what seemed to be a confirmation Luke hung up, immediately letting out a moan as you took a deep breath through your nose and took him deeper, the sound being music to your ears as you finally got to hear him.

“God, baby, you look so pretty around my cock like that,” he mumbled, eyes focusing on you as you picked up the speed. As he got louder and closer to his edge you slowed down, only to pick up your pace again as he tugged your hair.

Once he was close as possible you pulled off of him, pulling away with a string of saliva following your lips as you moved. You met his eyes and grinned, his hand moving to grip your jaw as he pulled you back up to your feet, crashing your lips together in a sloppy mess as he took your hands in his. He pulled back and roughly tugged you to the couch, a winning smile on your lips as you finally were about to get what you wanted.

Luke roughly pressed your hips against the back of the couch, hands sliding up your torso from behind to cup your breasts. His fingers pinched one of you nipples as his other massaged your breast, a groan escaping you as he lightly tugged on the bud. The massaging hand traveled between your legs, your thighs parting as his slender fingers ran through your slick folds. You moaned again, Luke chuckling against your ear as his erection pressed against your back.

“Soaked for me and so pretty, baby,” he said, pressing his lips to the sweet spot on your neck as he sucked at it, two fingers dipping inside you as he pulled noise after noise out of you.

His fingers moved quickly, curling and uncurling until you were gripping the couch cushions, nails digging into them harshly as he fucked you with his fingers. A whine escaped you as he grazed your sweet spot, feeling a smirk on Luke’s lips as he pulled them out, soaked in you as it moved to your shoulder. You whimpered as he carefully bent you forward, his knee gently moving your legs apart as his head teased your entrance.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he commanded, hands squeezing your hips. You stayed silent and earned a harsh slap to your cheek, the feeling pulling a moan from you.

“I want you to fuck me, Luke,” you whined, grip still on the cushions. “Fuck me until I’m screaming your name over and over again.”

Luke nodded, lining himself up with you before he pushed his way in, groaning at the sight of his cock sinking deep into you. “Fuck, baby, you always take me so good,” he said, sliding himself out almost completely before he snapped into you again.

The sensation made you whine his name, the sound mixing with Luke fucking himself into you over and over again. You knew you were both already near your ends, Luke’s pace and the way he filled you so perfectly only pushing you closer to your own.

Suddenly Luke’s hands moved, one carefully circling your clit and making you moan. “Baby I-” you tried, the sensation of him playing with your bundle of nerves sending you over the edge. The sight made Luke groan, you falling over the edge of your orgasm as he fucked into you harder than before, his hands unrelenting as he kept playing with you.

“Shit baby,” he breathed as you came over his cock again, seeing you orgasm a second time as he moaned. The sight alone could have ended him but he pushed through, finally reaching his own high as he stopped.

Your muscles jumped under your skin as you both rode out your highs, Luke taking his time pulling out of you as you gathered your breathing. A new ache developed between your legs pretty quickly, Luke helping you stand up straight as he slid his arms around you.

“I love how bad you are for me, Mrs. Hemmings,” he mumbled, kissing over the slight sting on your neck where he had left his mark.

You smiled, a breathy chuckle falling from your lips. “Always on my worst behavior for you, baby,” you said, lifting his hand and kissing his knuckles.

Before you could protest Luke spun you around, throwing you over his shoulder as he carried you back towards your bedroom. You squealed, laughing as Luke gave a light tap to your ass.

“C’mon, baby, let’s take a bath.”

“Not like I really get a choice this time, hm?”

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #5sos smut #blurbs.lh

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years

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omg fred requests are open🥰🥰 can you do a fred request where he meets the reader at the world cup and they bond, but during the whole voldemort thingy they get separated n stuff so hes sad, and then maybe she's a transfer student from illvermorny going to hogwarts now so he sees her the first day of school? im ravenclaw but it can be any house. tysm I hope u have a good day :)

This is such a good idea thoooo

You were watching the game with your parents. You recently moved from Massachusetts to wherever the fuck you were now. You grumbled in your seat. "Y/n at least try to enjoy yourself, maybe meet some people-- why don't you go get us some snacks or something!" Your dad suggested. "Fine." You muttered before getting up and walking to the concession stand. You paid for food and a boy walked over to you. "Uhm... Can I help you?" You asked. "... You're not british?" He asked. "Really? What was the give away? My accent or my lack of sarcasm? Because I've got one of those." You said sarcastically. The boy chuckled. "You're standing in front of the straws Love." He said. You moved and he noticed you looking at the arena with a spiteful glare. "What's with you?" He asked. "What?" You asked. "You seem mad." He said, poking the straw into his cup. "Just moved here. Didn't want to come here because it's not really my scene." You muttered. "Ah." He nodded. "Why do you care?" You asked. "Mm. Probably because it's more interesting than hearing my little brother drool over Viktor Krum." He replied.

You smiled and Fred did too. "Pretty smile you've got there." He said. You chuckled and shook your head. "Got a name Princess?" He asked. "Hmm. I think I like that name better." You joked making him smile. "What about you lover boy?" You asked. "Lover boy hm? Interesting guess but my name is Fred." He said. "Is there any particular reason why there's another you walking over?" You asked noticing an identical boy walking over. "Oh this is George." Fred introduced

"Who's this?" George asked. "A mystery apparently." You said. George noticed that smile on his brother's face and smirked. "Fred loves mysteries." George said. "George what are you--" "Shhh the adults are talking." George hushed Fred. "I'm older than you by five minutes you asshole." Fred said earning a laugh from you. "Had enough of Ron's blabbering on about Krum?" Fred asked George. "Absolutely. And we saw Malfoy." George nodded making Fred roll his eyes. "Who's Malfoy?" You asked. "Pompous rich kid." Fred replied. "Mm. We have a funny little saying in America for people like that." You replied sipping on your soda. "And that is?" George asked. "Eat the rich." You replied making George's eyes light up. "Oh that's good." He said. You chuckled and Fred looked at you. "Wanna prank this guy?" He asked. "You barely know me-- you don't even know my name!" You said. "And? I can see the mischief in your eyes. You know you wannaaa" Fred teased making you smile. "....Alright fine." You said. "That's the spirit Princess!" Fred said with a smile, taking your hand as you, Fred and George ran.

You snuck under the stands, sneaking something into a drink this blonde boy had. You snuck back out and you were laughing the whole time walking back. "God, you two are fun." You said. "Mm. Game just ended." George said leaning back so he could see what was going on. "I should find my Dad." You said. "Wait, my family has a tent, you should hang out!" George said making Fred look at him. "I don't want to intrude--" "Trust me you aren't." Fred assured.

You and your dad did meet his family, sitting around in the tent. "So how do you know my daughter?" Your mother asked. "Met her at the concession stand." Fred said. "Any clue what her name is?" George asked. "She made us promise not to say it, sorry." Your Dad said. "Wha- why!? Is it a terrible name?" Fred asked. "Nope. Just testing fate." You said with a smirk. "She does this all the time." Your mother said. "she gives them a fake name, she has this weird idea that if you're meant to know her name, you'll find out sooner or later without help." Your dad said. "Weird. But I tend to like weird so you're lucky." Fred said making you smile.

"So what brought you here?" Harry asked. "Mm. Dad works for the ministry." You said. "Yep." He nodded. "Mom's an archeologist." You added. "A arche what now?" George asked. "They dig up old artifacts to study history." You explained. "Ohhh." "So... Grave robbing?" Fred asked. "Aha... No?" Your mother said before mouthing. "What the fuck?"

You looked at Fred and he smiled at you as the group talked. "Like something you see princess?" He flirted making you chuckle. "Maybe I do." You said. "Do you have any water?" Your mother asked. "Fred, Y/n why don't you get something to drink!?" George said.

"You're pairing us up on purpose aren't you?" You asked as he shoved both of you off. Fred rolled his eyes and you chuckled. "Your brother is something else." You said. "Good wing man though." Fred said. You smiled and shook your head. "So you are something with me." You chuckled. "Actually I find you to be very beautiful and I was hoping for a date." He said. You opened your mouth but halted when you heard screaming. You stood up and Fred rose a brow.

Fred's father, Arthur walked out before coming back in. "Death eaters!" He gasped. You frowned. "We need to get out of here." Your father said. You nodded and your mother sighed. "Nice meeting you, try to stay safe." She said before you all ran out.

Fred assumed that would be the last time he saw you... Until today

He sat in the great hall and tapped his fingers on the table absentmindedly. "Don't tell me you're thinking of this girl AGAIN." George noticed. "I swear to God I thought I saw her this morning." Fred said. "You've finally lost your mind." Ron huffed. "what about this girl made you so attracted to her?" Ginny asked. "Besides her beauty? She was witty as hell, she seemed smart-- She was a total package and I blew it!" Fred grumbled.

"If I could have your attention." Dumbledore announced.

"I just wish I could see her again." Fred muttered.

"I'd like to introduce a new student"

"What would you even do if you saw the girl again?" Ginny asked, unaware that you were about to emerge

"I don't know, I just want to see her!" Fred said.

"Y/n L/n." Dumbledore said before George's eyes went wide.

"What's with you?" Fred asked as George pointed. Fred looked and gaped. "Y/N!?" Fred gasped. You looked over and smiled, giving him a small wave. When he noticed you were in Gryffindor. "OH MY GOD." Ron gaped. "So he's not completely off his rocker." Ginny said as you walked over and Fred swallowed looking at you.

"Looks like fate didn't want us to part just yet." You said with a laugh. Fred noticed a new scar on your cheek. "What happened there?" Fred asked. "Little altercation from a death eater. You should see the other guy." You said making him smile. Fred hugged you and you smiled against him. "Still want that date Fred?" You asked. He pulled away looking at your face with a wide smile. "Absolutely."

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley

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a-very-bizarre-adventure · 4 years

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okay so im kinda depressy bc my region ordered a lockdown a few days ago and yesterday was supposed to be my school's prom :^(( could i request somd scenarios of bois from parts 1-3 asking their crush out to prom or dancing? thank u!!!

Oh man, that sucks :((( My prom was so fun, it breaks my heart to hear that yours got canceled. I hope this helps! I only did one boy per part bc I was afraid of making the post too long but if you or anyone else wants more of this with a diff character or continuation just hit me up, also this is set in a high school AU

Jonathan

Everyone knew that Jonathan was the school’s gentleman and heartthrob. He was known for how kind, polite, and chivalrous he was and, with prom right around the corner, every girl was anxiously waiting to see just who he would take to prom. Even you, one of his best friends, was curious to see who the lucky lady was going to be. You couldn’t deny the fact that deep down you hoped that maybe you could be the one he would choose to dance the night away with under the school twinkle lights. You grinned at the idea and suddenly felt a jab in your side. Whipping around to see who the culprit was, you were met with the gleaming smile of none other than Jonathan Joestar.

“You didn’t listen to a single word I said, did you?” He asked gently as his grin grew. He was talking to you?

“Nope.” You grinned cheekily as he shook his head. It looked like he was about to say more before he was cut off by the class bell. Finally, freedom! You turned to start gathering your stuff when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned back around to look at Jonathan, a nervous look on his face.

“Is it okay if I walk you home? I wanted to ask you something.” His eyes held an emotion you couldn’t identify.

“Sure, of course. That just means more time to annoy you.” You grinned as you continued packing up. Once the two of you were done gathering your stuff you all began walking towards your house. The walk was quiet until Jonathan spoke up, breaking the silence.

“So, are you excited for prom? Has anyone asked you yet?” He asked tentatively as if he was scared for your response.

“Yeah, I’m excited, but so far no one has shown interest in me yet. Their loss though, I am an awesome dance partner.” You grinned as you threw a wink his way, only to realize he had stopped walking. Confusion washed over your face as you turned to face him. “Is everything okay?” He shifted nervously as he looked at you.

“Well, if no one has asked you yet… would you like to go with me?” His eyes were full of nothing but love and adoration. It caught you off guard at how sudden this was all happening. Your best friend whom you may have had a crush on was asking you to prom. You realized you were standing there silently, eyes wide.

“Of course!” You said, a little too enthusiastically. Jonathan’s eyes lit up with joy as he rushed towards you, wrapping you up in his arms and spinning you around.

“Thank goodness, you’re the only person I wanted to go with.” He set you down and took your hands in his. “I promise, I will make sure it is the best night of your life.” He grinned sheepishly as he placed a light kiss on your knuckles. It looks like your dream of dancing through the night with him was finally coming true.

Joseph

Being friends with Joseph had its perks as there was never a dull moment. Your life always seemed to be full of adventure and pranks. Joseph was a free spirit who did whatever he wanted, and you were glad you were able to call the man your friend. However, lately said man was really starting to get on your nerves. The school has finally announced when prom was going to be, and the man had not shut up since. Every time he would bring it up, you and Caesar would shoot each other a look. However, as the days went by, his excitement seemed to turn to nervousness. Finally reaching a breaking point you decided to confront him about the matter.

“What’s going on with you? You were so excited before but now you’re acting like a total bummer.” You interrogated as you placed your hands on your hips. He gave a light sigh as he patted the seat next to his desk. Sitting down, you looked at him expectantly.

“I’m nervous to ask this one girl to prom.” He replied, scratching the back of his head. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt your heart drop a little.

“Oh. Why? You’re Joseph Joestar, any girl would be lucky to have you ask them to prom.” You said with a small smile. He stared at you for a while before sucking in a breath and regaining his composure. A devious look flickered across his face.

“Hey, y/n, I bet I can guess what you’re going to say,” Joseph smirked coyly.

“Oh, really now? And what's that?” You questioned.

“I want you to go to prom with me.” He announced proudly.

“What?” You asked lifting your head to look at him.

“You heard me.” He grinned deviously.

“Are you serious? You want to go to prom with me?” You asked hurriedly. Joy took over your face as Joseph kept smiling.

“There’s no one else I’d rather go with. Plus, I need to make Caesar jealous. And boy is he going to be jealous when he sees what a hot date I have.” He winked as he wrapped an arm around you. You laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay hotshot, save it for prom.” You leaned your head against his shoulder as he gave you a light squeeze. You can always count on Joseph to make life interesting.

Jotaro

You wouldn’t say that you and Jotaro were friends particularly, but you were his neighbor and attended the same high school. When you all were younger, the two of you were inseparable and partners in crime. However, once you all reached high school, he changed completely and became the school’s bad boy and delinquent. That didn’t mean that you two had stopped talking though. If you saw him while you were out and about you would always try and say hi, even if he mostly ignored you. You never stopped trying though. You knew deep down he was still the same Jotaro and still had a heart of gold. The two of you had the same homeroom and whenever he did decide to show up to school, he usually always sat behind you. Today was a day he had decided to show up to school. It surprised you when you walked in and saw him in the seat behind yours. You smiled at him as you said a quick good morning to him. He huffed in acknowledgment. Once the bell finally rang to start class, the teacher announced that the date for prom was finally set. The class erupted into chatter as everyone began fantasizing about the day all high school girls dream about. You were able to catch snippets of Jotaro’s fangirls gossiping over ways they were going to try and snag him as a date for prom. Grinning you turned around to face him.

“You better watch out now, your brigade of girls is going to be all over you.” You snickered as you turned back around before giving him a chance to respond. You heard a quiet ‘Good grief’ and let another snicker. Once the teacher managed to get everyone to settle down the class resumed as normal. However, you could still see people daydreaming about the upcoming event. You included. You couldn’t wait to finally buy a dress and have an excuse to get your hair, nails, and makeup done. Through your daydreaming and having your back turned towards him, you didn’t notice the way Jotaro was staring at you.

Once the school day ended, the prom talked seemed to amplify. Everyone was already rushing around to make plans and find dates. You grinned as you walked out of the school and heard the chatter on the school lawn. You kept walking until you saw Jotaro standing by the school gate. He seemed to be waiting for someone. ‘Hmmm. Weird.’ You thought as he was always one to rush home to avoid his swarm of girls. You continued walking past him until you heard a stern, “Hey.” You stopped and turned to look at him. It had been a while since he spoke to you.

“Uh, hey yourself.” You responded carefully.

“Want to walk home together?” It sounded more like a command than a question, and you were not going to be one to defy Jotaro especially since he lived right next to you.

“Sure, I would love the company.” You smiled lightly as he pulled the brim of his hat over his eyes. The two of you began walking to your houses in comfortable silence. You knew he hated small talk so decided against mindless chatter. That was until he spoke up.

“So, prom is coming up.” He said quietly. You grinned as you looked at him.

“Yep! How many girls have you had ask you yet?” You giggled as you teased him. He huffed in response.

“Too many. How many boys have you had ask you?” He retorted. Ouch.

“None.” You shrugged as he glanced at you. “Its only day one, so I bet they’ll come knocking, eventually.” You joked weakly. He continued looking at you, causing you to avert your eyes away.

“Want to go with me?” He asked suddenly. You stopped walking.

”What did you just say?” You questioned incredibly. Did Jotaro Kujo just ask you out to prom?

“Go to prom with me.” He stated bluntly, his eyes covered by his hat.

“Okay. Yeah, let's do it. Let's go to prom together.” You grinned as you stepped closer to him. You spotted a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“Good.” He replied, turning back around to continue walking. You shook your head as you caught up with him. A beat of silence passed when you felt his hand reach for yours. Maybe Jotaro wasn’t so bad after all.

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actuallykiwi · 4 years

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OC-tober 7th: Pre and Post Game Life

OC: Annie Sinclair, Alec Sinclair / Featuring: Codsworth, Nick, Hancock, mentioned names

Enjoy :)

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Spring would always be Annie’s favorite season, but man she loved fall, too. Especially since the weather was just perfect for a Saturday.

October 23, 2077 was her first day off from the day care in weeks, and she was looking forward to it. She lie in bed and remembered telling the kids in her class yesterday about how excited she was to go see a movie with her best friend, walk around the park, and then have her favorite meal with Alec for dinner.

So when she rose from her pillow that morning, little did she know her plans would change drastically.

“Morning, Codsworth!” She said cheerfully as she approached him in the kitchen.

“Ah, good morning, mum! Your coffee; 173.5 degrees Fahrenheit, brewed to perfection!” The Mr. Handy robot spun around the counter, carefully holding the steaming mug out to her. She chuckled, “Why, thank you! Glad I actually have time to enjoy it today.” She carefully set it on the counter and prepared her blasphemous amounts of cream and sugar. Typically Codsworth would do that, but it was the one thing Annie insisted on doing herself. Mainly because he commented on the sheer amount of sugar and caffeine she poured into it each day.

“I’m assuming sleepyhead is still asleep?” She wondered out loud to Codsworth. “Yes, mum! Sir Alec is peacefully sleeping his day away, though I did hear him mumble something about space monkeys at around 4 am.”

Annie laughed. “He is a space monkey. But he did get off from his shift pretty late last night. I’m gonna check on him.” She grabbed her coffee and headed down the hall to his closed door. After gently knocking, she cracked it open just enough to poke her head in.

His soft snoring drifted into the hallway. Army fatigues littered the floor next to his bed from when he was too exhausted to change last night. “Bless your heart, Al. They’re working you to death. What exactly are they expecting to-?”

The doorbell echoed from the living room, causing Annie to jump and Alec’s snoring to pause for a brief moment, then resume quietly.

Annie placed her coffee back on the counter. “I believe it’s that salesman again, Miss Annie. He can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, can he?” Codsworth explained from the window. “He’s just doing his job, Cods. Let’s see what’s up.” She tightened her bathrobe and adjusted her bun before opening the door.

“Good morning! Vault-Tec calling!” A Vault-Tec Sales Rep approached her with an all-too-wide smile on his face. “Good morning!” She politely smiled back.

“Isn’t it? Just look at that sky up there!” He paused to gesture also-too-widely, and cleared his throat when she nodded awkwardly. “*ahem* You can't begin to know how happy I am to finally speak with you. I've been trying for days. It's a matter of utmost urgency, I assure you.”

“Oh, well, then I’m sure glad you came!” She laughed nervously.

“Yes ma’am, I am too. Now, I know you're a busy woman, so I won't take up much of your time. Time being a, um, precious commodity... I'm here today to tell you that because of your family's service to our country, you have been pre-selected for entrance into the local Vault. Vault 111.” This man bounced back and forth from being overly excited to clearly being afraid of something. Annie was beginning to be a little worried. “Oh, okay, uh, great! Where do we sign up?”

“You’re actually already cleared for entry! Just need to verify some information, is all, you know, in case of uh.. total atomic annihilation.” He whispered the last part.

Now Annie was worried. “Right, okay...” She took the clipboard and filled out the information, while tentatively watching him glance around nervously. “You don’t think that will actually happen, do you..?”

He took the clipboard from her. “U-uh, well it’s always better to be prepared, right?” He glanced down at the papers. “Wonderful! I’ll just run these over to the vault, and congratulations on being prepared for the future-!”

The door was closed suddenly as half-awake Alec leaned against it. “That guy again? Annie, don’t tell me you bought anything from him?”

“No, of course not! He was just telling us that we’re cleared for entry into that vault on the hill, in case of ‘total atomic annihilation!’“ She mimicked the sales rep, and Alec chuckled. “Yep, thanks to yours truly.” He grinned and wandered off to get his coffee from Codsworth.

“Well, I’m gonna go freshen up real quick.” Annie stretched and went to the bathroom for just that.

A few moments passed, and she was just finishing tying her bandana up in her hair when she overheard Alec from the living room. “Wait, Cods, turn that up.”

“What’s going on?” She asked as she entered the living room, finding Alec huddled by the TV.

“Followed by... yes, followed by flashes. Blinding flashes. Sounds of explosions... We're... we're trying to get confirmation... But we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations... W-We do have coming in... That's um... confirmed reports. I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in New York and Pennsylvania. My God.”

The TV went black. Silence roared as Annie and Alec exchanged fearful looks.

Then all hell broke loose when the air raid sirens cried their woeful cry.

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How much time had passed? 1 day? 1 week? 1 year? She didn’t know. But when Annie opened her frosted eyes, it felt like it had been ages. A horrible gag escaped her throat when her pod suddenly opened, causing her to fall to her hands and knees and retch on the floor.

She took deep, heaving breaths and shivered. “That... was not a decontamination pod.” She muttered. The difficult part was standing up, as if she had forgot how to. But she was able to weakly get on her feet and stumble to her brother’s pod directly across from hers. Only, she wasn’t expecting to find it already open, and empty.

“W-what? Alec!?” She cried out, and turned to look around. “Alec!!??”

Then, ever so faintly she swore she imagined it, she heard it way off in the distance. “Anneka!!”

They made a promise to each other when they were little. A promise to only say each other’s full names when something was really wrong. And she knew, not only from her full name, but from the plain fear in his voice that something was very, very wrong.

“ALEXANDER!!” She screamed, and began staggering as fast as she could towards the exit. She only paused when the door wouldn’t open to cough some more, then promptly gained her footing and ran to find another way out.

The only thing that made her pause again was the site of the roaches the size of small dogs. And the several vault-tec-adorned skeletons littering the vault. “How long has it been...?” When she found the 10mm pistol, she was glad Alec taught her to shoot when she was in high school. It made the rest of her escape easier for her.

When she eventually found the Pip-Boy and made it to the elevator, it was coming down, when it should have been up this whole time. She called his name again, but when there was yet again no answer, she tentatively stepped onto the platform and let it raise her joltingly to the surface.

A thousand thoughts were swimming through her mind, so when she adjusted to the sudden sunlight, she wasted no time in jumping off before the platform even fully stopped and frantically began calling his name. “Alexander!!! Alec!! Al-...Al...”

And she took it all in. The world she once knew, decayed to almost nothing. All the green, gone. All the life, dissipated. She fell to her knees in shock. “A...Alec...” And the tears fell. The tears fell and the vocal cords were strained from agony.

Moments passed before she finally lifted herself from the ground, dusting off her vault suit, still damp with frost.

And a new fire burned in her. An inferno of determination to find her brother, and adapt to this new, terrifying world.

“Don’t worry, Alec. I promise you..” She adjusted her glasses and looked at the sky. “I will find you if it’s the last thing I do.”

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“And I did... didn’t I...?” She said quietly to herself.

Annie had been walking around Sanctuary, reminiscing about her promise, and where it’s taken her. In the backyard of her dilapidated house, a small, white handmade cross sit still on a mound, covered in wildflowers. And an aging military picture of Alexander Sinclair was pinned safely in the middle.

“I just wish I could’ve found you sooner. But, no sense dwelling on that, right? I’m happy for those last few moments I had with you.” She crouched in front of him and rubbed the picture endearingly. Tears trickled down as she smiled sorrowfully at him. “I miss you, Alec. Every day. But we’re making a peaceful Commonwealth here. You’d be happy.”

“Annie? Time for the speech, doll.” Nick called from the house.

“Oh, coming!” She wiped her face quickly. “Sorry, looks like I’m needed! I’ll be back soon. Love you.” She kissed her fingers and tapped them on the picture, then scurried back to the street where the crowd was waiting.

A soap box sat patiently waiting for her underneath the strung lights along the street, and the banner from the tree that read “United Commonwealth 1st Anniversary!” Everyone was chatting amongst each other until Annie took her place on the box.

“Everyone! Today we celebrate the 1 year anniversary of peace in the Commonwealth!”

A roar of applause.

She laughed. “I know our version of ‘peace’ may seem odd, but as tenuous as it is, we must celebrate every moment we have of it, which is why 1 year is cause for such a huge celebration!” Applause. “1 year ago today, I made an agreement with every faction, city, and settlement to compromise in all our endeavors. I met with each of the leaders, including the new mayor of Diamond City, Hancock of Goodneighbor, Preston of the Minutemen, Maxson of the Brotherhood, and yes, even the leader of the Institute, with whom we had the most... animosity. But they have agreed to stop the kidnapping, the experiments, and to leave the Commonwealth alone unless it’s to help us. By their terms, we also leave them alone, and help voluntarily with whatever they need should they need it. The Brotherhood has agreed to help, not control, with building up the Commonwealth defense. And the Minutemen are still setting up settlements, now with the help of the Brotherhood. I know there’s still some hatred amongst us, especially for the Institute. But we need to put that hatred aside if we’re ever going to thrive again. Continue to stand with me, with each other, and let’s continue making the Commonwealth a better place.” Hancock handed her a Nuka Cola. “TO THE UNITED COMMONWEALTH!”

“TO THE UNITED COMMONWEALTH!” There was another roar of applause, and everyone happily cheered, danced, cried, and just celebrated.

Hancock helped her down from the box and watched the crowd with her. “Good speech, sunshine. But part of me is kinda worried.”

“About?” She asked as she took a swig of cola.

“About this ‘tenuous peace’ you’ve worked so hard to achieve. I know you’ve got an optimistic way of lookin’ at things, but it probably ain’t gonna last. A year is lucky.”

“I know. That’s why we need to celebrate while we can, before someone disagrees with someone else, and then it’s back to square one.”

“Right. Then it’s the war all over again.”

She chuckled sadly. “Well, if it ever comes to that, it’s like Alec always said...” She took a long drink from her cola and sighed.

“’War never changes.’“

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Royal Protection - Part 6

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(sksks welcome to this part and i hope u all like it LOL)

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It was now nearing 4am. Your motel room was pitch black, the only source of light was from the bright pink neon sign out front, allowing a slight glow to peek through the closed curtains. You were restless as you rolled around, accidentally bumping into Ben. You would kick his leg, freeze and relax when he didn’t wake up. You weren’t sure how to feel about a man you barely knew sleeping in the same bed as you. In fact, this is the first time ever a man had been in the same bed as you.

Your eyes are closed as you finally find a comfortable spot, your leg slightly over Ben’s. You knew he was in a deep sleep from the sound of his slow, harsh breathing. It had became white noise for you, allowing yourself to finally start to drift back to sleep. Just as you’re about to visit dreamland, you hear fast footsteps outside of your door. Your eyes snap open and you’re frozen in fear. The footsteps are so close to your door, you swear you could almost hear another person breathing. You stare towards the direction of the door, your heart slamming in your chest. If you had ever felt fear, this is it.

You slowly reach your hand over to Ben and shake him a bit. He doesn’t wake up, which makes you begin to panic even more. You hear more sets of feet running by your room, causing you to breathe even harder. You suddenly sit up in bed and gasp as something bumps into your door, causing the handle to wiggle. You reach over and quickly turn on the lamp beside your bed.

“Ben!” you harshly whisper, shaking him even harder.

His eyes fly open as he jumps and sits up, looking around fast.

“What? What’s wrong? Who’s there?” he asks fast, still half asleep.

His hair is messy as his eyes are narrowed, half blinded by the bright light.

“There’s someone outside the room! I heard footsteps!” you whisper to him, pulling the blanket up to your face.

Within a second, Ben’s jumped out of bed and is grabbing something from the bedside table drawer. You notice that his shirt is off of him and tossed at the end of the bed, leaving him exposed to you. You wonder when he had taken it off, seeing as when you fell asleep he had still been wearing it. Your eyes go wide when you realize Ben had taken out a small handgun from the drawer as he rushes to the curtains and gently peels one back just a bit, allowing him to peer outside. You feel yourself shaking with fear as he looks around closely. He then turns and walks to the door, gently unlocking it. You shake your head fast and reach out for him.

“No! Don’t go out there!” you whisper.

He looks back to you and gives you a reassuring look.

“Princess, I got this.” he says, nodding his head once.

You hide back under the blanket and watch as the door creaks open just an inch, allowing him to look outside. Suddenly, he flings the door open and aims his gun in front as he walks outside and looks around everywhere. He drops the gun fast and hides it behind his back. You watch as he sighs and shakes his head a bit.

“Get to your room and go to bed!” he shouts.

You listen closely as the voices of kids apologize to him and say ‘yes, sir’ as you hear them scurry away. Ben walks back into the room, shuts and locks the door. He turns around to look at you and rolls his eyes, a half smirk on his face.

“It was just a bunch of kids running around, but they went back to their room.” he explains.

You’re listening to him speak, but your mind is somewhere else. You find yourself staring at something that you didn’t expect to ever see. You blush hard as Ben watches you, slightly confused. Your eyes glance down once more as you look away, trying to act like you hadn’t seen it. Ben looks down fast and tenses his jaw as he realizes what you had been looking at. His face turns completely red at the large tent in his pants.

He quickly places the gun in front of himself, trying to hide the clear evidence of his exceptionally hard morning wood. He swallows hard and tries to find something to say, but can’t. You’re still looking away as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to laugh. You glance back once more and almost gasped at the sight of it. You turn on your side quickly and switch the light off, returning the room pitch black once more. You listen as Ben’s feet shuffle on the floor slowly and feel as the bed dips down. He turns on his side as well, facing away from you. He squeezes his eyes shut and mentally curses himself.

“Princess,” he whispers. “I… I apologize.”

You’re still biting your lip as you listen to him, trying so hard not to smile. You knew how embarrassed he was and you didn’t want to make it any worse.

“It’s y/n.” you say sweetly.

Ben smiles to himself as he realizes that you’re trying to change the subject to make him feel better. The two of you lay there for awhile longer with grins on your faces until you both finally fall asleep once again.

***

8am arrived too fast. You didn’t want to wake up and get around to leave the motel. You wanted to sleep forever and that’s it. Ben, obviously, was the first to get up. He was still extremely embarrassed about what had happened last night. When he woke up, he still had a certain problem he needed to fix, which he did in the shower. That had never happened to him while being on the job, ignoring the fact that it was there because of you. You being in the same bed as him didn’t help. You accidentally grinding yourself against him all night definitely didn’t help. He would try to turn away from you, but you kept scooting back even further and further. Everything had been taken care of now as he stood there, buttoning up his shirt and trying not to glance over at you all curled up in bed.

“Princess?” he calls out.

Your eyes flutter open as you groan and stretch. You look over to him and frown, upset that he woke you up.

“Princess, we have to leave in ten minutes. I think this is my fifth time trying to get you up.”

You roll your eyes and sit up slowly, looking around. It was now bright outside, causing your eyes to burn slightly. You look back to Ben and down at his crotch, half expecting to see what you saw last night. You fight back a smirk as you yawn once more and stand up from bed. You can feel Ben’s eyes on you as you walk sluggishly walk over to your luggage and unzip it. You take out a pair of jeans and another black shirt Lucy had packed for you. You’re not sure why, but a burst of teasing and confidence washed over you.

You pause with your back still facing Ben as you slide your hand under your night shirt and slowly slip it over your head. Ben’s eyes widen as he looks away fast, swallowing hard. His heart’s pounding as he wonders what you’re doing. Ben sneaks a glance back over at you, not knowing that there’s a huge smirk plastered on your face. You slide on your top and bend over to peel your shorts off, allowing them to pool at your feet. Ben tenses his jaw as he watches you without realizing, hurriedly turning his head once more. Your jeans are finally on as you turn around and zip them up.

A barely noticeable smile is tugging at your lips as you walk up to Ben and stand directly in front of him, smiling as if you were totally oblivious to what had just happened. He stares down at you, hoping you couldn’t hear his heart racing in his chest. You raise a brow, look past him and then back to him.

“Excuse me.” you say, smiling.

His brows knit together for a split second before he realizes what you were saying. He was standing directly in front of the bathroom door, blocking it. He jumps a bit as he takes a step sideways, allowing for you to walk inside. You look to him and smirk.

“Thank you.” you say, as you close the door behind you.

You were having a little too much fun.

***

“Fruit that starts with an a.”

The two of you had managed to check out of your motel room and are now driving to the next town over, your more permanent destination. You had started a silly game, trying to make time pass by fast.

“Apple.” he says, glancing forward at the road.

He was in the front passenger seat as you sat behind the drivers side. Your driver was another guard that was hired to move you to every new location.

“B,” you say.

“Hm, banana.” replies Ben, obviously hating this game. “Alright, new game.”

Your brows raise up as you’re slightly surprised he had an idea for a new game. You lean forward and smile as you wait for him to explain.

“Name the first thing that comes to your mind. I’ll go first.”

You’re sat patiently as he speaks.

“Complete silence.” he says, turning his face to reveal a slight smirk.

Smart ass, you think to yourself. You narrow your eyes at his rude comment when suddenly a light bulb goes off. You smirk back as he turns around and faces the road once more. Two can play at this game.

“Alright, your turn.” he says, still smirking to himself.

“First thing that comes to my mind?” you ask.

He nods and looks out his window.

“Yep, first thing that you think of.” he explains once more.

You know you shouldn’t, but you do anyways.

“Wood.” you say, staring at him with an evil smirk now on your face.

Ben’s face falls as he turns quickly to look at you. He looks half shocked and red as he stares with wide eyes. He definitely now knows that you saw his… Problem last night. The driver looks over to Ben confused, wondering why the hell you would think of wood. You just sarcastically smile sweetly to Ben as he looks away, now embarrassed again.

“You wanna keep playing?” you ask.

Ben shakes his head fast as he slightly sinks down into his seat, wanting to disappear.

“No, no. You win.” he says fast.

You lean back against your seat and smile to yourself, feeling proud. You stare back out your window and watch as a giant hotel comes into view. It was much nicer than the last one you had stayed at. This was most definitely a 5 star hotel. You mentally thanked your parents for choosing this place. The car pulls up in front of the large doors and parks. Ben turns around to look at you, his face still bright red.

“He’s going to go check us in to our rooms and then we can go inside.”

You glance down at his plump lips and find yourself not hearing a single word he’s saying. Ben notices that you’re staring at his lips. He stops talking and leans down a bit, trying to make eye contact with you.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” he asks, amused.

You nod your head and smile, trying to think of something to say.

“Yeah, you said the rooms were something and the driver was… Someone.”

Ben laughs and shakes his head.

“Yeah, you didn’t hear a single thing I said.”

“Last night was really scary, wasn’t it?” you ask, changing the subject.

Ben shrugs and looks not shook up at all from it.

“I’m use to scary things. It’s kinda my job.” he half laughs.

“True. Was really hard for me though.” you say, knowing that he’d understand the pun. “Good thing I had you there.”

Ben’s face falls once more, shocked by your little word play. His cheeks turn pink again. You could keep going.

“Did you like my comment I made earlier?” you ask, knowing damn well he didn’t. “The wood one.”

You unbuckle your seat belt and scoot forward, now facing him completely. Ben was turned all the way around now as well. Your face is close to his as you stare at him, smirking once more.

“I thought it was a little too crude for someone with your ranking.” he almost whispers, this time looking down at your lips.

You lean forward, just inches away from Ben’s face. You stare in his eyes and smile innocently to him.

“Who said anything about me not being crude?” you ask lowly, causing him to smile hard.

Your lips were so close together, you actually thought about leaning in. He glanced down at your mouth just as the driver opens his door and slides back inside the car, causing you two to quickly separate yourselves. Your heart was beating fast as you almost gasped at his appearance. He gets inside and turns to face you both, looking between you confused.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asks confused.

“No!” you and Ben both say at the exact same time.

You both look at each other fast, almost comically. The driver narrows his eyes and looks away, clearly still confused. But you knew what happened between you two. You felt it and you know for a fact that Ben felt it too. He just didn’t want to admit it.

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