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dilemmaontwolegs · 5 months

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Hey love I absolutely love your fics 🥰 I was wondering if you could write a dark toxic romance for Lando or Charles or even Logan where she’s the girl next door??? I love you keep it up ❤️

Crazy For You || LN4

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, implied smut, gaslighting, dub/con, dark themes WC: 4k Part one || part two || part three || part four

It had been two months since you moved into your apartment in Monaco and you still hadn’t managed to introduce yourself to your neighbour. He kept strange hours and seemed to be away more than he was there. From what you had glimpsed, you had been delighted to see he was probably around your age and quite handsome in an innocent way. Mr Riley on the other hand was a stoic old man who only spoke to you when your cat climbed over the balcony and into his space.

Known for its year-round beauty and calm climate, Monaco had welcomed you with a comfortable breeze and enough sun to warrant leaving the house without a jacket, even at dusk on a winter's night. If you had checked the weather reports you would have seen that a storm was quickly blowing in from the coast - arriving by the time you had finished having a few cocktails with your new friends.

Christmas lights twinkled around the shop fronts as you exited the bar and nutcrackers stood proud in doorways. You always loved Christmas and seeing the smiles it put on children’s faces but there were no children out this late.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” Luke asked as he twirled his keys around his finger. “It’s about to start raining.”

“She’s good,” someone answered for you and you looked over to see your elusive neighbour at your side, his hand coming to rest in the small of your back. “I can take her home.”

“You didn’t tell us Lando was picking you up.”

Your mouth was dry and you didn’t know what to say as the liquor, or his presence, left you confused. Lando, you stored that piece of information away and tried to figure out why it sounded so familiar.

“I was just out doing some Christmas shopping and about to head home,” he said with a smile. “Ready?”

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled as you let him guide you away from your friends.

“Are you sure?” Luke asked with a frown. “You don’t look comfortable. Do you even know him?”

“Kind of, I’m just surprised,” you assured him. “Lando is my neighbour.”

“Okay, well, text me when you get home.”

You gave Luke a nod and waved to the others before going your separate ways.

“Are you cold?” Lando asked, already slipping his arms out of the jacket he wore over a dark hoodie.

The alcohol had made you numb to the temperature but you let him drape it over your shoulders anyway, wrapping you in the decadent scent that came along with it.

“Thanks.”

“Any time, it’s what neighbours do.”

“I don’t think Mr Riley would,” you teased.

“The grumpy old guy in 4C? We just call him Carl, like the movie Up.”

You smiled awkwardly and toyed with the zip on the jacked. “I’ve never seen it.”

“What?” He pulled you to a stop and grabbed your shoulders with a serious look on his face. “This just won’t do. I cannot be seen with someone who hasn’t watched Up!”

“Oh,” you mumbled as you started to take off his jacket and hand it back.

“What are you doing, you muppet?” He grabbed the jacket and put it back on your shoulders before opening the door to a very expensive looking car.

“I thought you meant…”

“It’s fine, I have tinted windows,” he teased. “As soon as we get home though, we’re watching the movie.”

Lando followed you inside without an invitation but you could hardly turn him away with his boyish smile and mop of curly hair that sprung out of his hoodie when he pushed it back. “This makes sense,” he chuckled as he stuck his head in the bedroom, pointing to the wall that your bed was pushed against. “Our apartments are mirrored. I thought I woke up to a voice a few times. Do you watch Friends?”

Your head tilted at the odd question. “Why do you ask?”

“You sing ‘smelly cat’ a lot.”

Mortification hit you and you felt your face burn as you turned to the culprit walking through your house with a loud purr. “That’s Eddie. Do you have any pets?”

“No, I’m always travelling for work and I’m not very good at looking after myself let alone another living thing. Do you actually know how to use those things?”

You looked at the kitchen where he was pointing to the appliances. You had planned to make some Christmas cookies over the weekend and had the stand mixer ready on the benchtop. You thought he was joking but he was genuinely intrigued by the inquisitive look of wonder on his face. “Cooking relaxes me,” you said with a shrug. “You probably have plans already but if you want to come over and-”

“Absolutely, say no more, I’m in.” He crossed the living room and dropped into the middle cushion of the three seater sofa and patted the space beside him with one hand, the other reaching for the remote. “You do have Disney+, right?”

“You really do like to make yourself comfortable, don’t you,” you joked as you took a seat beside him.

“I’ve been told I can be a bit much,” he said with a small frown, placing the remote down. “Should I go?”

“No, no, I appreciate the company,” you said as you caught his arm to stop him from going. “Being alone in a new country is a little isolating, it’s nice having someone here.”

He settled back into the seat and sent you a grin as he searched for the movie. “Anytime you need someone to talk to, you can just knock three times.”

The weeks before Christmas were a madhouse. Work kept you busy as well as the many requests to go home for the holidays, but it just wasn’t going to be feasible to take leave so soon after starting. You knew your parents were going to be disappointed but you promised them you weren’t going to be alone for Christmas.

You had eventually found out why Lando’s name was so familiar when Luke explained who he was and why he was away so often. But since the race season was over he had plenty of time to spend at home, yours and his.

Just like every other evening, you knocked three times on the living room wall knowing Lando would be able to hear it despite the special Christmas Eve stream he was on. It was the last one of the year and he wished everyone a Merry Christmas before the live feed of him playing Counter Strike came to an end.

“Ouch, Eddie, fuck,” Lando swore a few minutes later as he knocked at your door. “Stop it.”

You opened the door to the frequent occurrence and took the hissing Eddie from his outstretched arms before he could get clawed again. Your ginger cat seemed to hate Lando for some reason, or maybe it was because he was always bringing the escapee back home to you.

“I think you should just move in with me,” Lando joked as he followed the mouthwatering scent into your kitchen. He came to your house for dinner most nights after finding Eddie on his balcony and usually stayed for a movie. That routine had changed slightly when the movie he chose one night was Friends With Benefits. There had been a moment after a sex scene when you both looked across at each other and the idea had passed between your eyes.

He cleared his throat and you realised you had been staring at him for too long. “Eddie likes my place better.”

It clicked, he wasn’t actually asking you to move in with him. But for a moment you had considered it.

“Right, Eddie,” you laughed at your idiocracy. “I really don’t know how he keeps getting out. I must be going crazy because I’m sure I locked the window this morning.”

You both looked at the window that opened onto the balcony, the skies dark with another storm. “Maybe your cat is a genius and learned how to open it?”

You rolled your eyes but managed a laugh at his attempt to make you feel better while you readied two plates and took them to the table where he sat. “Maybe I should change his name to Houdini.”

“Better than Ed the Ginger.” Lando grinned as he pulled you onto his lap and scooped up a dollop of creamy mash potato with his forefinger, holding it up to your mouth. You sealed your lips around his finger and swirled your tongue around the tip, watching the blue of his eyes be swallowed by his pupils. “Naughty girl, you’ll be getting coal this year.”

Your head fell back with a laugh.“Who are you? Santa Claus?”

“Well, you are sitting on my lap, aren’t you?” He winked and his tongue rolled across his bottom lip. “Wanna see my North Pole?”

“Oh my god, eat your dinner,” you giggled. “We still have to watch A Christmas Carol and Nightmare Before Christmas!”

You had both written a list of all the Christmas movies you wanted to watch and they were the last two left. It was just in time as midnight was going to come all too soon and you wanted to be tucked up warm in bed when the storm hit.

A loud crash had you jolting awake and you blindly reached across the bed in search of Lando to find it empty. Panic gripped you as you wondered if you were being broken into and a scream almost erupted when your light flipped on and Lando rushed in soaking wet.

“Holy shit, you’ll never believe what just happened!”

You stumbled into the living room where Lando threw an arm out to save you from stepping on the glass that covered the floor. The doors that opened out onto your balcony had been completely shattered during the storm and you shivered as the cold wind and rain blew straight into your home. A huge puddle was quickly spreading across the carpet and it was making its way to the Christmas tree in the far corner while you were still in shock.

“The presents!”

Lando twisted away from the pot plant that had been on your balcony wall, now it lay on the floor with the dirt turning to mud. Seeing the urge you had to cut across the glass, he shook his head and pointed to the kitchen where you would remain safe. “I’ll get them.”

Lando carefully navigated his way to the tree, turning off the power to the glittering lights, and bundled the gifts up before hopping his way back with a wince. The wrapping paper on some of the presents were splattered with rain drops but most seemed in perfect condition when he placed them on the kitchen bench.

“You’re bleeding,” you gasped as he balanced on one foot and you wrapped an arm around his waist to help him. “There’s a first aid kit in my bathroom. Can you make it there?”

He nodded and limped with your help away from the mess. “I think you should come and stay at my place until the doors can be fixed.”

“Are you sure?” you asked as you carefully used a pair of tweezers to pull out the small sliver of glass in his foot. “I can just get a hotel.”

“Ouch,” he groaned as it came free and blood welled at the site. “Not on Christmas Day, everywhere will be fully booked. I really don’t mind. It would save you from having to pack a bag.”

“If you’re sure…”

He smiled at the silly Spider-Man bandaid you placed over the wound before running the back of his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I am.”

You shivered at his cold touch and remembered how wet he was when you woke up. “What were you doing up anyway?”

He bit his lip and looked away sheepishly. “I was putting a present under the tree when a flower pot blew through the door.”

“Oh, wow, that wind must be insane. I hope all the boats are safe out there,” you mused, knowing some people lived on the mariner. “Wait, you got me another present? Lando, there’s already too many.”

“I wanted to spoil you,” he said with an unapologetic shrug. “You have single handedly kept me fed for weeks. You may have put a few restaurants out of business too.”

“You weren’t that bad were you?”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled. After testing his foot he took your hand and led you back to the presents to find a thin box that hadn’t been under the tree when you went to bed. “It’s after midnight, you know, you could open it.”

You took the box, surprised by the weight it had, and untied the pretty bow on top. The delicate silver writing drew a gasp and you looked at Lando with wide eyes. “Tiffany? I can’t open this, it’s too much.”

“Go on,” he urged as he placed your hand on top of the lid and gave it a squeeze. “Please, for me.”

Your fingers slipped twice as you tried to open the hinge and Lando’s hand enveloped yours, lifting it open to reveal the beautiful necklace within. The teardrop gemstone was the same shade as his eyes and it hung from a white gold chain that was polished to shine impossibly bright, even in the dim light.

“Lando, it’s beautiful,” you whispered in awe as he lifted it up and stepped behind you to drape it around your neck. The weight of the stone settled in the centre of your chest and you turned to face him with a sincere, “Thank you.”

“So..?” He bit his lip as he showed you the empty box, a question written in the silk lining. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

It wasn’t until the week after New Years that a glazier would be able to fix your doors. The holidays had left a backlog of people needing repairs but supply chains had been delayed too. Once the doors were finally fixed you realised the carpet was beyond repair and that took another week to have done.

It was strange to go back home after nearly three weeks of living in Lando’s apartment. It was too quiet.

“Babe, have you seen my hairbrush?” You had looked through the bathroom drawers he had cleared out for you to use but there was nothing left. You went back to your apartment and did another search but it wasn’t there either. It wasn’t the first thing you had lost going back and forth and you were beginning to worry.

“I’m sure it will turn up somewhere, love,” Lando said as he paused his game and turned to his friend in the simulator behind him. “Max probably used it.”

“Did not,” his friend replied with an indignant splutter. “Didn’t I see you singing into a hairbrush?”

“You’ve been experimenting with drugs again,” Lando snorted. With a resigned sigh, you decided your hair was decent enough to get away with at work and Lando tipped his head back so you could give him a kiss goodbye. “I’ll order dinner tonight. Chinese?”

“Sounds good,” you said as you gave Max a wave on the way to the door. “Try not to let him sit there all day, you know how his back gets.”

“Yes, yes, Lando has an old man’s back. I’ll make sure he moves his ass at some point,” Max joked. “Have fun at work.”

You screwed up your face at the sarcasm and their laughs followed you out of the apartment. You weren’t sure they had actually moved all day as they were still in the same spots when you got home. You had crossed paths with the delivery man in the lobby and your arms were laden with the takeaway Lando had ordered.

“How many spring rolls did you order?” you murmured as you kept unpacking more and more of the small styrofoam boxes with the treat.

“He’s going for a record,” Max said with a roll of his eyes. Ten minutes later Lando groaned, holding his stomach tightly. “I told you to stop.”

You had quickly showered and changed into some comfortable clothes and found most of the boxes empty when you joined them at the table. “How many has he had?”

“18, and he’s got no chance,” Max bet, reaching over to steal a spring roll for himself and swiping it through the sweet chilli sauce. “You’ll thank me later. Ah, fuck.” Max looked down at the red blotch on his white Quadrant shirt before sauntering off down the hall. “Mate, do you have any more stain remover? This one’s empty.”

“Yeah, under the sink there should be another bottle,” Lando yelled back, dropping his fork onto his plate in defeat. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Why the hell do you have cat food?” Max appeared in the living room with the same brand of pet food you bought for your cat.

“That’s not mine, obviously.”

You looked at Lando, who was rubbing his full stomach and as reclined back as much as the chair would allow. “It’s not mine.”

“You brought it over during the storm, remember?”

“No I didn’t.” You hadn’t wanted to disrupt Eddie’s routine and fed him at home each morning before work.

“Yes, you did.” He laughed as he tapped your temple gently. “You have a terrible memory, love. You can’t even remember where you left your hairbrush.”

You didn’t have an argument for that, since you still hadn’t found it. You were sure you hadn’t brought any cat food over, but maybe he was right. You did seem to be a little confused lately.

“I think I need an early night,” you admitted as you cleaned up the dishes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not staying?” Lando asked with a pout as he joined you at the sink, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppered your neck with soft kisses. “Who am I going to cuddle with?”

“I’m sure Max wouldn’t mind a snuggle,” you teased him as you turned in his arms. “I have an early start tomorrow but I can stay tomorrow night.”

He groaned at the thought of sleeping alone and held you tighter so he could have you in his arms a little longer. “Fine,” he huffed, relinquishing his hold on you and filling the kettle. “I’ll make you a chamomile tea so you sleep better.”

You smiled at his sweetness and savoured a few more minutes of kisses before the water boiled and he scooped out a few spoons of some boutique tea leaf mix he swore was the best sleep tea money could buy. Given how rich he was, you believed him.

Placing the hot mug in your hand, he bit his swollen lip and nodded to the front door. “Go before I tie you to my bed and never let you leave.”

“You wouldn’t,” you laughed, rolling your eyes as he winked. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, love, sweet dreams.”

Something disturbed your sleep and you rubbed your eyes as you woke up well before your alarm. You reached for the lamp beside your bed and accidently knocked into the cup of tea you hadn’t finished before falling asleep, the cold liquid sloshing over the side before you caught it and froze.

Your bedroom door creaked open but it was too dark to see who it was. Your heart hammered in your chest as you tried to think of what to do before the shadow reached the edge of your bed. Your throat was so clogged with fear you couldn’t even scream, your hands trembled and closed them into fists before banging on the wall behind you, begging Lando would wake up at the sound.

Bang, bang, bang.

The figure lunged onto the bed, pinning you down with their weight and slamming your fists into the mattress. “Shh, love, it’s me.”

You relaxed as Lando’s voice soothed you, but the fear soon crept back up your spine with an icy shiver. “How did you get in here?”

“You forgot to lock your door,” he whispered as your wrists began to ache from the hold he had. “I was coming to check in on you.”

“No, I didn’t,” you said as you tried to shake him off. “I know I locked it. I know…I…I’m not crazy. Get off me, get off me right now.”

“You were meant to be asleep, love,” he groaned as his hands tightened to the point a pained cry escaped your gritted teeth.

“Why are you doing this?” you whimpered as he kissed your neck, but you couldn’t feel anything but repulsion.

“You should have just moved in with me, we are meant to be together.”

“You’re crazy,” you spat as you tried to buck your hips and throw him off but he was too strong. “Help! Somebody, help!”

His hand clamped over your mouth and you bit him as hard as you could before kicking and climbing away.

“I’m not the crazy one, that’s you, love,” he laughed. “You’re my girlfriend, you’re sick, but I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“You are fucking insane!”

“No, no, sweetheart, I’m trying to help you, remember?”

You froze in the doorway as you saw a cutout of your key on the kitchen bench, along with your hairbrush, phone, a negligee and dressing gown. All things you had been convinced you had lost in the last few weeks.

“Why are you doing this?” you repeated as you backed away from your boyfriend. He was someone you had trusted, someone you thought had fit perfectly into your new life - but he had been messing with you this whole time. Max and the cat food came to mind. “Eddie…he used to go to Mr Riley’s house.”

“Couldn’t have that,” Lando tutted with a shake of his head as he took a step closer, “not when he was going to help me get close to you.”

“Don’t! Don’t come any closer to me!”

“Baby, don’t be like that, let’s just go back to bed. You’re under a lot of stress, let me make you a chamomile tea.”

You swiped your phone up as you bolted but he was quicker and blocked the front door, holding his hand out. “Give that to me, you don’t want to do that.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do,” you hissed as you started to dial the emergency number.

“It’s you they will take away,” he said with a blase shrug that made you pause. “Everyone knows how unstable you have become.”

“Me?” you shrieked.

“You’re barely holding it together now. They aren’t going to believe anything you say.” He opened his arms as if to say, I’m famous and you are no one. Unfortunately, he was right. “Come on, love, let’s go back to bed.”

He took the phone from your limp hand and locked it before slipping it into his pocket. You were so confused that you had no idea what to do when he guided you back to the bed, turning the sheets down before tucking you in gently. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead and handed you the cold mug. “Drink up, baby, this is all just a bad dream.”

Click here for the next morning.

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roses-r-rosie3 · 4 months

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X-Mas list presentation

Batfam x M!Reader

Summary: instead of making a regular Christmas wishlist, the reader decides to make a whole presentation

Quote: “That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season”

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“Why are you here?” Duke asked Jason.

“Same reason why you’re here, y/n wanted us to all meet up in the living room for some announcement” Jason sighed.

After everyone was in the room, you pulled out your computer and connected it to the Tv, which made everyone confused.

“Hello family, I know you must be wondering why you’re all here” you said.

“Yes”

“Yup”

“Mhm”

“Yeah”

“Can I go back to my game now?”

“Last year you guys totally fucked up Christmas, so this year I put together an entire presentation to tell you guys what I want specifically” you smiled.

Everyone in the room let out an audible sigh/groan. It was known by everyone in the family that you were very dramatic from time to time (24/7). But they never thought you would get this extra!

“Is that really what you called us here for?” Damian grumbled.

“Would you shut up for a second?” You snapped.

“Y/n I don’t think that’s how you should be talking to your little bro-”

“Anyways, Here’s the things you should keep in mind when you’re thinking about what kind of gift you will provide for me this year” you said as you interrupted Bruce from his lecture.

“First of all, I’m the only one who knows how to reset the Wi-Fi, and yeah that’s threat” you threatened.

That certainly got everyone’s attention.

“Secondly, if you don’t get me what I want I will get a sugar daddy, I don’t even care what you guys are going to say, I’ve had so many offers for sugar daddies that it’s unreal. The perks of being son of Bruce Wayne I guess” you said.

“Y/n, you do know that Bruce is rich right?” Jason asked.

“Not the point” you mumbled.

“And third if I don’t get what I want, I will also sell my feet pics online like I did last year” you said calmly.

“YOU WHAT?!” Bruce shouted

“Calm down, I only ended up making about 1 million from it” you sighed.

“ONLY?!” Dick gasped.

“I created a three tier system of different gifting levels, basically, the levels equivocate to how much you love me and how much money you have” you explained.

“Level one is the ‘I’m going to need therapy level’ which is only four to seven gifts. I would probably go into a depressive spiral, actually not probably, I definitely would be depressed” you said.

“Would you stop being so overdramati-”

“I’M NOT DONE YET” you said as you interrupted Tim.

“What would that mean for us? You may ask. It would mean that you would have to pay for my therapy. And the money that you guys spent on therapy would have been basically wasted, you could’ve bought me a whole bunch of gifts right now and avoided the situation” you smiled.

“I think that he’s lost his mind” Bruce whispered to Stephanie.

“You think?!” Stephanie whisper yelled.

“Level two is the ‘You’re getting warmer package’ This basically if you love me- Bruce can you stop whispering to Stephanie” you scolded.

“As I was saying… Level two is eight to fifteen gifts, which is basically equivalent to you texting me happy birthday” you continued.

“Level three is the ‘You’re sleighing it’ level. And if you remember, you guys were just a bit off the mark of hitting this because you guys only got me twenty three gifts. And in order to reach ‘You’re slaying it’ you have to get me twenty five or more gifts, I think this is totally do-able for you guys, especially because you can just use Bruce’s card if you guys are running low on money” you said.

“I have tons ideas for you guys and this whole slideshow is already in your email so you guys can look at it and reference it at any time” you smiled.

Everyone quickly checked their phones to see that you indeed emailed them your whole presentation.

“That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season” you smiled before leaving the room.

“Yeah he had definitely lost his mind” They all said in synchronization.

“I HEARD THAT!”

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shuaflix · 2 years

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roommates with benefits

❝ y/n, you can’t keep staying here. you’ve been living in my room for like, two weeks now. you don’t even pay rent. ❞

PAIRING ▸ jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, humor, college au, roommate au, frat au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, shy!wonwoo, he’s a bit of an overthinker too, classic “share a bed” trope, sort of friends with benefits, unprotected sex, fingering, praise

SUMMARY ▸ initially, wonwoo doesn’t think much about your incessant requests to play on his xbox. however, when what was supposed to be a two-hour visit to his place stretches out for two weeks, he starts to think you’re overstaying your welcome.

PLAYLIST ▸ seventeen by girls generation • in my dreams by red velvet

WORD COUNT ▸ 6,467 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ here’s me impulsively writing another short lil fic in 1-2 days because the wonwoo brainrot’s been hitting me :’) tbh just wrote this bc i’ve been obsessed with omori LOL but hope u guys enjoy !! ♡

ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON, JEON WONWOO FOUND HIMSELF BEING INTERROGATED BY YOU.

“Wonwoo! You have the Xbox Game Pass?”

He was taken aback by your question. Minutes ago, he was diligently studying in the library with Kwon Soonyoung when you approached him. Lee Chan was following after you with an exasperated look on his face, sending Wonwoo silent, apologetic looks. Your face, on the other hand, looked like a collision of supernovas with the intensity of the sparkle in your eyes.

For a moment, Wonwoo wondered if you had picked up some new interest in broadcasting. There had to be a mic clipped to your shirt. If his vision wasn’t so shitty, maybe he could spot the hidden camera focusing on him.

“Uh…” He sat up straighter and nodded. (He was camera-shy—and people-shy, but that was beside the point.) “Yeah, I do. Why?”

You beamed. “Can I come over and play on your Xbox?”

Wonwoo frowned, his nose scrunching up in distaste. He had known you sort of well over the past three years of his college experience, but it was mostly because you were good friends with Chan and Kim Mingyu. He always saw you hanging out with them at the Lambda Tau Upsilon house, usually when they were cleaning up during the mornings after parties. That was the sole basis of his connection with you—small talk here and there at his frat house.

He had no idea why you were taking an interest in him all of a sudden. Well, to be fair, he supposed you were more interested in his Xbox.

Maybe this was some dare that Yoon Jeonghan set you up to. Get close to him, get in his room, and find out how much of a nerd he is. Yeah, that was something Jeonghan was capable of doing. There was a reason why Choi Seungcheol chose Joshua Hong to be his Vice President of Internal Affairs instead of Jeonghan.

But Wonwoo had three sets of eyes staring him down, so he knew he had to answer you fast.

“Uh, sure?”

“Great! Thank you!” you exclaimed, looking way too excited for Wonwoo to feel at ease. “We have the same o-chem lab, right? If you don’t have any classes after, I’ll just come home with you.”

Before Wonwoo could hesitantly agree, Soonyoung asked, “Why do you want his Xbox, Y/N? You gonna break that too?”

The teasing inflection in his tone reminded Wonwoo of when you were drunk at their house a few weeks ago. Mingyu kept pouring more into your cup until you were falling all over the place. It was only after you fell onto the kitchen table, causing one of the legs to snap off, when Xu Minghao took you upstairs to sober up. (It was just so that he could contain you and keep you from damaging more of their property.)

You looked embarrassed, a hand flying to rub the back of your neck. “You guys won’t let me live that down, huh? I’m not getting wasted like that again, I swear,” you promised. “Anyway, I wanna play Omori, but I don’t wanna buy the game.”

“She’s been talking about it non-stop ever since her favorite YouTuber played it,” Chan grumbled. “I think I know more about that stupid game than I do about fluid mechanics right now.”

Wonwoo raised a brow. “Isn’t your midterm in twenty minutes?”

“Yeah, which is why I want Y/N to hurry up so that I can get some cramming in,” he sneered.

You threw Chan a glance over your shoulder. “Jeez, it’s not my fault you didn’t study earlier.”

“C’mon, Y/N, leave Wonwoo alone and buy the game yourself,” Soonyoung teased. “Support your local game developers or whatever.”

“And I’m sure they would want to support local broke college students,” she replied before pointing at Wonwoo. “After o-chem?”

Wonwoo just nodded in response, leaving you grinning before you walked off with Chan. He shook his head after you dropped the conversation, wondering if that entire encounter was even real. Judging by Soonyoung’s tutting, though, it very much was.

“On the bright side,” his friend started, “we can finally tell the guys you have a real girl over.”

“Shut up, Soonyoung.”

Wonwoo didn’t sit anywhere near you in his organic chemistry class. In fact, he was pretty sure he only noticed you were in the class about a month in.

Today, however, you walked right over and sat at his table. Right next to him. Knees bumping against each other every now and then. Wonwoo wasn’t very good with girls, and he especially didn’t know how to handle the ones as forward as you were. It wasn’t the closeness that freaked him out, but the fact that you were so confident about your every action and word.

“Hey,” he greeted awkwardly. “You usually sit on the other side, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’m gracing you with my presence since you’re letting me play on your Xbox,” you replied with a grin. “I still need to figure out a way to pay you back. Want me to get you lunch sometime or something?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” he said. “You don’t have to pay me back or anything. It’s free on my game pass anyway.”

You hummed in agreement, turning away to pay attention to the lecture afterward. Wonwoo did the same, though he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he didn’t answer correctly. It was like he was playing an otome game and choosing all the incorrect options.

After class, he told you he would be back as soon as he returned a textbook to the library. There, he ran into Lee Seokmin, who was practically living out in the study hub because he went inactive in the frat this semester due to poor grades. Wonwoo ended up explaining the situation he was in, from you asking to go over to his place to asking if you could get him lunch to pay him back.

“Isn’t she just hitting on you?” Seokmin asked in that innocent, questioning tone of his.

Jeon Wonwoo realized he was an idiot.

Wonwoo’s room wasn’t incredibly huge or anything, but he had a good amount of space for a bed, a desk, a couch, and his flat-screen TV that one of the alumni fraternity members let him have for free.

So, while he was working on a paper at his desk, he had a clear view of you buzzing with excitement with the Xbox controller in your hand.

“Hey, Woo, wanna watch me play?” you called from the couch.

He stiffened at the nickname. Despite his reaction, a surprisingly pleasant feeling spread across his chest, making him feel all warm and gushy. He normally wasn’t called by a nickname (save for Mingyu’s flirty comments when he was drunk), so he felt a little flustered.

“Uh, I have work to do right now,” he said. “Maybe in an hour or so?”

You shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Wonwoo wasn’t able to focus, though. Seokmin’s words were getting to his head, making his brain feel all muddled and fuzzy. Were you really trying to hit on him earlier? And was he supposed to take you up on the offer? He actually felt bad for making you “repay” him when he was letting you have access to his free games. That was the whole reason why he turned you down.

And… deep, deep down, he could admit to himself that you were cute. The fact that someone like you (confident, desired, pretty) was flirting with someone like him (shy, awkward, stiff) was rather amazing, really.

Wonwoo tried to tune you out, which was pretty easy to do considering you were a pretty quiet gamer (save for the few giggles here and there). However, he was so immersed in writing his essay that several hours slipped by without him realizing. Before he knew it, it was almost 8 P.M. and you were still in the same position, eyes fixed on the screen.

It was kind of cute how focused you were, so Wonwoo didn’t want to disturb your gaming. However, it was getting late and he didn’t want to be sending you home in the dark.

“Hey, uh… do you need to get home soon?” he asked.

You hardly spared him a glance. “Nah, it’s okay.”

Wonwoo wondered if you knew how to pick up on cues.

“I’m gonna order take-out for dinner,” he said, realizing that he hadn’t eaten and didn’t exactly want to go downstairs and let his frat brothers know that you were in his room. “You want anything?”

At the mention of food, you set the controller down and turned to him, eyes sparkling under the dim light. “What’re you getting?”

“Panda Express,” he answered. “I’m craving orange chicken.”

“Ooh, get me a bowl,” you said. “I’ll Venmo you the money.”

To his surprise, you sent him the money before he was even able to order. Wonwoo recalled late nights when you and Chan were studying at the dining table with Panda Express take-out bags next to your laptops. You must have had your regular order completely memorized.

“Hey, uh,” he started, “it’s getting dark, and I don’t really feel comfortable sending you home alone so… do you want a ride or something?”

The nervous flash across your face almost went by undetected.

Almost.

“That’s okay,” you said. “I can go by myself.”

“You are not going alone,” Wonwoo decided firmly, taking on a more domineering aura from before. He wasn’t one to be forceful, but there was no way he would let you walk alone this late at night, especially in Frat Row. He let out a soft sigh. “If anything, you can crash here for the night, but I’m not letting you go alone unless you get someone to take you.”

He could see you fighting down a giggle, and it made Wonwoo feel even more embarrassed by his words.

“Yes, sir,” you replied sarcastically, enjoying how the tips of Wonwoo’s ears turned red. He half-expected you to call for Mingyu or Chan, but instead you made yourself comfortable where you were seated. “I’ll sleep on the couch, then.”

He paused. “Sure.”

You were sleeping in Wonwoo’s room tonight.

You were sleeping in certified loser Jeon Wonwoo’s room tonight.

He was mentally freaking out.

Was this supposed to be a normal thing? Was he supposed to act cool about this? Wonwoo was clueless on the protocol for these sorts of situations. He barely had girls over in his room let alone had them sleep in them. This didn’t feel reflective of the gentlemanly image he had been upholding for years now.

He could practically hear the teasing he’d get from the other boys if they found out. Jeonghan and Minghao were early birds, so it would be impossible to avoid them in the morning. Minghao would probably let it go eventually, save for a few teases here and there. Jeonghan, on the other hand, would make it everyone’s business.

So, in short, Wonwoo was royally screwed.

The least he could do now was be hospitable, and making you sleep on the couch didn’t seem hospitable at all. His couch wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly made to be slept on. He remembered when Vernon Chwe crashed on his couch after a party one night (Seungkwan and Soonyoung were passed out on his bed), and the poor guy woke up with a neck sprain the next morning.

“Let me take the couch,” Wonwoo offered. “You can sleep on my bed.”

“What?” You frowned. “No, I couldn’t do that. You’re already being so kind by letting me stay.”

“The couch isn’t really that comfy.”

“All the more reason why I should sleep on it, then,” you said with an air of finality. “I’m the one crashing here, so it’s not fair if you take the couch.”

Wonwoo sighed. “Why don’t we both sleep on the bed, then?” he blurted out.

He processed it.

And processed it.

And realized how fucking shameless he sounded.

“Whoa,” he mumbled. “Sorry, you don’t have to—”

“Sure,” you replied, looking down at the controller, fingers fiddling with the left thumbstick. “Only if you’re comfortable with that.”

Wonwoo’s jaw went slack, partly out of surprise and partly because he knew he should have been saying something to diffuse the tension he created. Just as he was about to start rambling, Mingyu’s voice rang from downstairs.

“Wonwoo! Your Panda Express is here!” he yelled. “Bro, why’d you order two bowls?”

“Uh… I’m hungry!” Wonwoo shouted back. He spared you a glance before walking to the door. “I’ll go get our food real quick.”

He retrieved the bag from Mingyu, trying to avoid eye contact because he was sure he would give himself away. None of them had any idea you were still here, probably expecting that you had your fun with his Xbox for a few hours before leaving. Wonwoo considered himself an expert in keeping his face clear of all emotion, but Mingyu always read him like a book. It was honestly scary how perceptive his friend was.

When he returned, you were clearing the coffee table in front of you to lay out the food. Wonwoo set the bag down and let you grab your bowl and utensils. He sat on the floor and opened his own, snickering at the sight of you already digging in before he could even open the lid.

“Did you not have lunch or something?” he asked.

“Nope,” you answered. “Didn’t have time to pick it up from the dining hall.”

“You don’t make breakfast at home?”

“Uh… not really.”

Wonwoo hummed. “You could’ve asked one of us to get you something. You shouldn’t be putting off eating until dinner. Three meals a day is important, you know? Or at least like, two.”

You giggled in response. “I can’t tell if you sound like a dad or a boyfriend right now.”

Wonwoo couldn’t stop the blush that spread across his cheeks at your words.

He couldn’t tell either.

After you both finished dinner, Wonwoo let you borrow a towel and clothes so that you could shower. One of the nice things about his room was that he had an attached bathroom. Before the school year even started, Wonwoo knew that he didn’t want to share a common bathroom with twelve other guys.

What he failed to consider, though, was that you would walk back into his room wearing only his loose shirt that fell past your thighs.

“Your pants didn’t fit,” you explained, holding it out to him.

Wonwoo took it gingerly, clearing his throat so that he could ignore all the impure thoughts circulating through his head. He was supposed to be a gentleman, and thinking about how good your hair smelled was making him feel like scum.

“Are you heading to bed now?” he asked, putting his sweatpants back in his drawer before moving to the far end of his twin XL. (It wasn’t very far.)

“Mm, yeah,” you said, running a hand through your hair before rummaging through your bag. After a moment, you asked, “Do you have any moisturizer?”

“Bathroom. Top shelf.”

“Thanks.”

You came back after a few minutes, and Wonwoo was turned to the wall so that he could offer just a little privacy. The entire situation had his heart thundering in his chest. You slid under the covers, the dip in the mattress making Wonwoo hyper aware of your presence.

There was a difference of five inches between a twin and a twin XL sized bed. That five inches was in length, so it had nothing to do with the distance between you and Wonwoo. It offered no safe distance that kept him from feeling your warmth against his back. The three inches of space between you two was way too small.

“Do you have enough space?” he asked in a low voice.

“Kinda,” you replied, but Wonwoo wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

Kinda from you sounded more like “barely.” You had a tendency to play things down, as Wonwoo noticed.

He sat up to peer at your side of the bed. Just as he thought, one of your legs was hanging off the bed while the rest of your body barely managed to fit.

“Let’s switch,” he insisted, getting up before you could even turn his offer down.

“O-okay.” You scooted to the other end of the bed where the wall kept you from falling off. You turned so that you were facing Wonwoo, and he swallowed hard. “Are you sure? I don’t want you falling off.”

“Then what do you suppose we do?” He chuckled. “It’s fine. It’s one night.”

His breath hitched when you wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him secure. Wonwoo had never intended to get this close to you, and this was defeating the purpose of all the walls he set up around you. It was already impossible to resist you, and this was making it even harder for him.

“Let’s just get closer,” you said softly. “Then you won’t fall off.”

You had a point.

Wonwoo moved closer so that his body was pressed up against you. Seeing your head against his chest was making him go crazy, so he stretched his arm out across the pillow.

“If it’s comfortable,” he began, “you can lay on my arm.”

You took his offer with a pleased smile on your face, cuddling closer to him for warmth. This was definitely not what friends did, was it? Hell, were you two even friends? Wonwoo would have considered you to have been more of an acquaintance with your limited interactions.

He swallowed hard, trying to control his heartbeat because he swore you could hear it. It got even worse when he felt your leg brush against his.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It’s all good. My bed’s kinda small.”

You shuffled. “Sorry, I’m just—”

“Y/N,” Wonwoo muttered. “Hold still.”

“I’m trying, it’s just—”

“My god,” he whispered, and he couldn’t stop his next words from spilling out. “Was that you?”

“W-what?” you stuttered.

Wonwoo felt it again. Against his leg. He didn’t dare look because he was frozen in place and it was dark, but he swore his leg found its way between yours. Something pulsated against his thigh, and he had a good feeling he knew what it was.

“I was asking if that was—”

Wonwoo cut himself off when he shifted forward a little, rousing a soft, contented sigh from your lips. He froze when he heard the sound of pleasure right against his chest. It was the kind of sound he had never heard from you before—one that he didn’t even know you could make. It was straight out of a wet dream or a fantasy, but Wonwoo was pretty sure you were getting aroused because of him.

He could hear the desperation in your tone when you admitted, “Sorry, yeah, I was getting turned on.”

Something in Wonwoo snapped.

It wasn’t like he never got horny, but he always knew how to reign in his hormones. Maybe it was due to the fact that Wonwoo was a hormonal college student who hadn’t gotten laid in a while, but suddenly he wanted to do nothing but tear your clothes off and show you what he had been suppressing this entire time.

Wonwoo was gentle at first, really. He tilted your chin up so that he could kiss you gently. You reciprocated almost immediately, one hand bunching up the fabric of his shirt as you melted into it. Wonwoo only started to get riled up once he slipped his tongue past your lips, pressing your body flush against his.

He pushed your hips down into the mattress and angled himself over you, rolling his hips into yours at a steady rhythm. Wonwoo grunted at the sounds of your muffled whimpers, and when he came to his senses, he realized it was because he had a hand over your mouth.

“This okay?” he asked. You made a sound of agreement, and Wonwoo chuckled, removing his hand from your mouth.

“F-feels good,” you stuttered out. “More.”

“Don’t be too loud,” he mumbled. “These walls are thin.”

You nodded eagerly, eyes screwed shut as you tried to contain yourself. Wonwoo felt like his head was clouding over, lust overtaking every rational bone in his body. He was tugging down your shorts before he could even process what he was about to do.

Fucking you was something out of a dream. Wonwoo hadn’t thought of it much because you two kept a pretty cordial relationship, but now he wanted to do nothing else but have his way with you.

“Such a tease,” he grumbled. “Wearing my shirt and nothing else.”

“That—that was the plan.”

He prodded at your clothed slit with careful fingers, tutting lightly at how soaked you were. “For me? Already?”

You whined. “Wonwoo, please.”

“Want my fingers or my mouth?” he asked, and when you stilled, looking like you were having a hard time deciding, Wonwoo decided to choose for you. “Fingers it is, doll.”

He moved your underwear aside so that he could rub his fingers against your cunt, groaning at how he could feel you throbbing for him. Once Wonwoo decided you had enough with the teasing, he slid two fingers into you slowly. Your walls instantly clenched around his fingers, but he waited until you had adjusted properly.

“So wet for me,” he growled in your ear.

You didn’t know he could talk this dirty; it was clear by the way you were looking up at him so innocently, like you hadn’t been the one making moves on him all day. Wonwoo didn’t know either, though. You were bringing out a side to him that he never tapped into before.

He fingered you expertly, making sure to scissor his fingers inside you when your tight walls started easing up on him. Wonwoo shuddered at the sounds you were making and stared down at the spot where his fingers disappeared inside you. When he felt your thighs starting to quiver, he sped up his pace. His fingers were moving in and out of you so smoothly that he didn’t stop the rhythm even as you came undone around him.

You slapped a hand over your mouth this time to muffle your cries. Wonwoo was more than pleased with your reaction, helping you ride out your orgasm by rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Good girl,” he praised. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat up on his knees, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down. “You ready to go again?”

“Please,” you begged, arching your back so that you could tug down your underwear and kick it off your ankles.

The lights were off, but he could clearly see your body illuminated by the moonlight. Wonwoo pressed kisses from your thighs to your hips, slowly sliding your shirt up as he kissed up your stomach and chest. Then, he helped you get rid of your shirt entirely, groaning at the sight of your body laid bare for him.

“Are you ready?” he asked, lining up his cock at your entrance. “I’ll take it slow.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mmhm.”

Wonwoo pushed himself inside you carefully, making sure to slow down and wait for you to adjust whenever he saw your face scrunching up. When you whined for him to keep going, he slid into you fully, groaning at the feeling of your walls around his throbbing cock.

“Fuck,” he growled out. “You feel amazing, Y/N.”

“W-Wonwoo, go,” you moaned.

He gripped your hips and started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace, slowly working his way up until you could take him without any winces or flashes of discomfort. Soon, Wonwoo was pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he pounded into you, listening to your moans and whimpers like it was his favorite song.

You felt so perfect around him, like Wonwoo was meant to bury his cock inside you like this. He held you down and thrusted in you harder, fucking you like a well-oiled machine until you were squirming underneath him.

“I-I’m close,” you whispered.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, nodding before he sped up his pace, making sure to hit that sweet spot right under your cervix. Wonwoo continued fucking you until he had to slap his hand around your mouth to muffle your loud cries. You fell off the edges right before him, and he could feel it in the way you were clenching and unclenching around him.

The intensity of your orgasm drove him to his own high, making him pull out so that he could cum on your stomach. Wonwoo panted heavily, collapsing beside you and turning so that he could work his fingers on your clit until your orgasm subsided. You were a whimpering and writhing mess, but you had never looked so beautiful to him.

“So…” you started, chest heaving as you caught your breath, “that just happened.”

“It did,” he mumbled. “Did you like it?”

Maybe it was that twinge of anxiousness that lingered at the back of Wonwoo’s head. He wasn’t the type to be able to just fuck people and go; there was a sense of closeness he felt after sex, and it was hitting hard right now. He respected your decision, of course, if all you wanted was some dick, but he knew he would be feeling like shit afterward.

To his relief, though, you managed a beaming smile through your labored breaths.

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I liked it a lot.”

It was strange how things seemed to develop between you and Wonwoo so naturally.

One day you two were on a small talk basis, and the next you were practically his roommate. You seemed to be unfazed about everything, but Wonwoo couldn’t help but think about how weird it was that he hadn’t ever seen you go home since the day he fucked you for the first time.

The first time, meaning there were many, many other times. His daily routine consisted of waking up, going to class, coming home to you playing on his Xbox, fucking you, doing some homework, fucking you again, and then going to bed. It was honestly surprising how you never got tired of all the positions you tried out with him.

Earlier in the week, Wonwoo fucked you in his shower so that it would drown out your moans. Unfortunately, he underestimated how slippery shower sex was, and he had to explain the loud crash to everyone living in the frat house because of this.

So, now, everyone found out about your little arrangement. You and Wonwoo weren’t exactly dating, but there was definitely something going on.

It wasn’t just sex, though. If it was just sex, Wonwoo wouldn’t have questioned it, but you two ended up looking more like a couple half the time. Last week, Wonwoo took you to an art museum, and you two spent the entire day holding hands and looking at the art pieces together. He only registered it as a date when he took you to a tofu house afterward and laughed at the sight of you failing to crack open your egg.

Moreover, your pillow talks were getting a little serious. Wonwoo would finish inside you and then proceed to listen to you talk about your day, all the while stroking your hair and rubbing circles on your arm. You two had discourses about philosophy, watched TikToks in bed, and even bought a succulent to raise together. It was definitely well past a normal friends with benefits relationship.

When Wonwoo confided in Soonyoung about his peculiar situationship with you, he came to wonder if he was just being used for his Xbox. That couldn’t possibly be the case, though, because you would’ve left by now.

Omori was a game that took around twenty hours to reach completion. Wonwoo was certain about this; he did his research (aka consulting the Steam community). Statistically speaking, you should have beaten the game by now.

Maybe you just sucked at the game. Some people just didn’t have any gaming sense, as Seungcheol discovered when he played co-op with Chan. Wonwoo didn’t want to accidentally offend you by mentioning that you should have finished the game by now, so he took a less aggressive route.

“How long is this game?” he asked one evening as he sat next to you on the couch.

“Around twenty hours if you play in one go,” you answered, like you were reading off the Steam community discussion page verbatim.

Wonwoo was shocked. If you knew how long the game was, then why hadn’t you given up already? You had definitely been playing for way more than twenty hours. Maybe even twice that amount.

“You’ve practically been living in my house for two weeks now,” he said. “You haven’t hit twenty hours yet?”

“Well, there’s side quests and stuff, you know?” you answered, which was actually a good point. Wonwoo was a sucker for side quests, especially in indie games. “But I finished the game last week. I’m playing another route now.”

Ah, routes.

Routes that made video games worth the money because there were so many different outcomes one could achieve. Routes that made people keep replaying the same game over and over again just to get an alternative ending for a measly achievement or two. Routes that immersed people into different storylines and character developments.

Routes that made you stay over at Jeon Wonwoo’s house for two whole weeks.

You were playing another route. Meaning, it would potentially take the same amount of time or more to replay the game. Meaning, you would be sleeping in Wonwoo’s twin XL for longer. It would be nearing a month at this rate.

“Y/N, you can’t keep staying here,” Wonwoo said. “You’ve been living in my room for like, two weeks now. You don’t even pay rent.”

You frowned. “You pay rent?”

“Of course I pay rent! Everyone pays rent! Now go back to your place.”

“But your Xbox is here.”

He brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. “You can come back anytime to play it, but I feel guilty making you pay rent for your place when you’re living out in my room, okay? So go home.”

“But…”

Wonwoo sighed. It wasn’t that you were overstaying your welcome. In fact, he liked having you around. It was great that he was allowed to have his own room in a house full of messy frat boys, but it did get lonely sometimes. Your presence was a refreshing change. It was getting hard to ignore the looks he got when he would leave for class in the morning with you following behind him like a duckling, though.

“Y/N, is there something else going on?” Wonwoo asked with a light sigh. He turned his body so that he could look at you properly, watching as you hesitated to set the controller down for a moment. “Are you avoiding going back to your place for any particular reason?”

You let out an awkward laugh, voice trailing off toward the end when you said, “It’s not like there’s exactly a home to go back to…”

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo narrowed his eyes. You never seemed to have an issue with your apartment in the past (at least from what he observed) other than your occasional complaints about your roommate. “Is something going on?”

You finally set the controller down and turned to face him, sighing heavily. Only when your body was turned to him did Wonwoo realize how close you two were on the couch. He felt compelled to place a hand on your shoulder or something—squeeze it, maybe. He wasn’t the best when it came to comforting people, but it looked like you could really use a hug.

“My roommate got us evicted a few weeks ago,” you admitted with a newfound sense of shame that Wonwoo had never seen from you before. “Honestly, it’s partly my fault because I was throwing a few kickbacks in the beginning of the year. Music got a little loud sometimes so we got a few noise complaints. I toned it way down when we got a warning, though, so I told my roommate to be careful, too.” Your eyes got watery as you spoke, and Wonwoo could tell where this was going. “Basically, when I visited home a few weeks ago, I came back to find out that we were getting evicted and my roommate decided to not let me know until I got back.”

“That’s horrible,” Wonwoo mumbled. He decided to go ahead and squeeze your shoulder, ignoring his pre-existing dilemma over whether to do it or not. To his relief, you looked more at ease once he did. “Do you have any back-up place to stay or something?”

“Um…” You sniffled, wiping a stray tear that had been building up at your waterline. “I dunno. I moved some of my stuff in Mina’s garage for now, but I don’t think I can keep it there forever. She doesn’t really have any more space in her house unless I couch surf or something.”

“So that’s why you’ve been crashing here,” Wonwoo concluded, the dots finally connecting in his head.

You looked ashamed but nodded. “I’m sorry.” You pointed to your laptop that was sitting on his nightstand. “I’ve been looking for a place to stay, I swear. It’s just that it’s so hard to find a sub-leaser this late in the school year.”

“No, no, don’t be,” he murmured. “Um… you can stay here until you find a new place, okay? However long it takes.”

You mustered a smile, which made Wonwoo’s heart swell a little. “Thanks, Woo.”

Maybe it was because you were just so vulnerable in front of him or maybe Wonwoo was just thinking about how your smile was the most beautiful thing in the world, but he ended up leaning over and kissing you gently. You froze for a moment before kissing him back, moving your hand so that it was sliding up to the back of his neck. Wonwoo tilted your chin up and rubbed small circles along your jaw with his thumb as his lips moved against yours in perfect synchrony.

When he pulled back, he smiled fondly at how flustered you looked.

He murmured, “Just doing what any decent boyfriend would do.”

You didn’t respond right away.

Wonwoo waited.

Waited.

And he realized.

He just called himself your boyfriend.

The panic came crashing down on him immediately after. Wonwoo’s brain was going haywire over what he had just said, and he had no idea how to recover from it. He should have corrected himself or tried to laugh it off, but that would probably be insensitive.

Did he want to be your boyfriend? Yes, he wanted nothing more than to put a label on what was going on between you two. The confusion was driving him crazy, hence his fuck-up two seconds ago.

Your eyes were wide as discs. “You just…”

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “I… I wasn’t thinking.”

“You just said boyfriend!” you exclaimed. “Which… which would mean I’m your girlfriend.”

“Yes,” Wonwoo replied, wincing at your reiteration. “I’m aware I said that.”

Your voice then dropped about two octaves, and Wonwoo had never seen you so shy. “Wait, so, you don’t wanna be?”

He turned to look at you, eyes widening at your words. Were you implying what he thought you were implying? The way you were nervously picking at your nails could only make him assume you were anticipating more.

He swallowed hard. “You’d be okay with dating me?”

“Okay?” you echoed, scoffing a little. “I thought you were a genius or something, Woo. How could you be so dense? I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages!”

Wonwoo’s mouth went dry. “I… I—yeah, um…” After floundering for words for a solid minute, he composed himself and asked straightforwardly, “I know this is long overdue, but will you officially be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

A pretty smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Of course, idiot.”

You kissed him with such affection that Wonwoo didn’t realize he had been craving for a long time, and this, he realized, was bliss.

You never found another place to rent.

That was fine, though, because Wonwoo didn’t mind you staying at his place.

Sure, he had to have a long discussion about it with the rest of his frat, but since you knew all of them, they were thankfully in favor of you staying for the rest of the year. Sure, his bed was still way too small for the two of you, but you both learned to make it work. Plus, Wonwoo was glad he could split rent with someone now.

Wonwoo was honestly anticipating you staying in his room for the rest of the school year. Finding a new place so late was unreasonable, so although he appreciated your efforts, he knew from the beginning that you two would just end up living together.

It was strange to be living with the girl he started dating recently, but he liked being able to wake up to you in the morning. Plus, it wasn’t like he saw you all the time. Whenever he was on campus, he would usually stick with Soonyoung or Mingyu.

“Wonwoo!” You hugged him from behind, nearly startling both him and Soonyoung in the middle of their daily study sessions at the library. “I got you a donut.”

Soonyoung frowned. “Where’s mine?”

“You didn’t ask for one,” you answered with a grin. “Just kidding, I got you one, but Chan ate it while we were walking over.”

“My bad,” Chan apologized with a half-eaten donut in one hand and powdered sugar on his lips.

Wonwoo wasn’t heavy on PDA but smiled when you kissed his cheek, gingerly taking the donut from you. “You can sit at our table, if you want,” he offered.

“That’s okay, I’m gonna be here until like, midnight,” you said with a frown. “Can you pick me up?”

“Yeah, of course.” He squeezed your hand and smiled as he watched you go.

“Dude,” Soonyoung cut in, snapping him out of his dreamy trance. His eyes were locked on the donut. “You’re so lucky.”

Wonwoo wasn’t sure if his best friend was talking about you or the donut, but he agreed wholeheartedly.

“Yeah,” he replied with a wistful sigh, “I really am.”

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totalswag · 10 months

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deserve better — RAFE CAMERON

authors note thank you so much for all the love from my last concept. heartbreak is one of the worst things you can go through. remember that you deserve the best.

summary in which reader finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her and she goes to her childhood friends house, Rafe Cameron, and the two express a few things to eachother.

warning heartbreak, cheating, swearing, kissing, crying, and some cuteness in the end

Your boyfriend, Y/B/N, was home visiting for the summer from college. He plays football for North Carolina University.You go visit every now and then when you aren’t busy with school and work; you decided to attend a junior school and work to save enough money for an apartment next fall.

Ever since Y/B/N got back, you guys have been hanging out. But, he’s been acting weird, distant. He doesn’t let you go on his phone, he usually lets you. Something’s off with him and you can’t seem to put a finger on it.

You’ve told your two best friends about his weird behavior. They’ve known him just as much as you have. They think he’s talking to another girl and doesn’t want you to find out. You feel the same but deep down you hope that’s not the case.

Y/B/N was in the shower when you woke up. The breeze from the open window felt really nice coming through the room. You started to stretch your body before getting out of bed. Y/B/N phone started buzzing on his night stand, you brushed it off thinking it was one of his friends but it started buzzing non stop.

Worry filled your stomach. Getting weird feelings like this never ends well. So, you being you, grabbed his phone to see who it could be.

Your face quickly went from a smile to a frown. A girl named Amelia was blowing up his phone. That weird feeling in your stomach was telling you to unlock the phone.

Wrong password

“Huh?” you whispered to yourself, frowning.

His password is your birthday and has always been that way once you said yes to being his girlfriend.

“What could it be?” you think hard, really hard.

Then it hit you, his other password option is his jersey number for football.

Once the phone unlocked, you went to his messages. You know it’s wrong for you to do this but something seems off about this situation.

You click on Amelia's message and your stomach immediately drops. You can’t believe what you are reading as you scroll.

I miss you baby

I can’t wait till you come back and we can be together

I miss the way your hands feel on my body.

That’s when you lost it. Tears streamed down your face. You felt betrayed and heartbroken. So many emotions running through your body. At this point you want to go home. You grabbed your phone and started putting on your shoes.

Before you leave his bedroom and go home, he walks out to you crying on the edge of the bed. He walks over with worry and concern, kneeling on both knees, asking what’s wrong.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” you scoff, pushing his hands off your knees.

“Don’t baby me. We’re done. Don’t text me or call me ever again” he looks at you confused, “what are you talking about?” he tries grabbing your hand, you back up.

“Your little girlfriend, Amelia texted you about how much she misses you” you are going off on him and he’s standing there with guilt, “just like that, three years down the drain. I’ve done nothing to you for your dumbass to cheat on me” throwing your hands in the air with frustration.

“I’m sorry, I didn't know what I was doing but it just happened Y/N” you don’t believe a single word he said from that sentence.

“How long has this been going on?” you point to his phone on the bed.

“Two months.”

Two months ago was the last time you saw him when you visited him. He started acting weird towards you but you brushed it off. You thought him coming home for the summer, he’d act his usual self. Wrong.

“Fuck you” you shake your head, grab your belongings and walk out.

The drive to your house was filled with tears. You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Everything you’ve done for him was all for nothing. All those memories went down the drain just like your relationship.

When you walked into your house, your parents turned their heads smiling but quickly went to worry when they saw the tears streaming from your eyes. They never liked seeing you sad or hurt. You explained to them what just happened; they were upset hearing what your ex did.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that princess. You deserve to be treated with respect and love. He is a piece of shit and should be ashamed of himself. He lost one amazing young woman” your dad tells you, hugging you tight, rubbing his hand down your back to keep you calm.

“I love you” you whisper.

Your parents have been there for you no matter what the situation may be. You are happy to have the parents who’ve taught you that it’s okay to show emotion and speak about your feelings.

You walked upstairs to your shower. You needed to wash the negativity off your body. You felt your phone buzz before you entered the shower; your ex texted you trying to apologize and if you two could work things out.

“Fucker” you mutter under your breath, turning the music up higher.

After your twenty minute shower, you changed into clean clothes, and rubbed lotion to smell good. Music plays from your speaker while you comb your hair. The breeze coming through the open window felt so nice.

You feel the random urge to text one of your closest friends, Rafe. He’s always been there for you when you needed it the most. You have known each other ever since you were in diapers. Your parents worked for the same company and have been friends ever since.

Turning off the blow dryer, grabbed your phone and went to Rafe’s contact.

hey, what are you doing?

Just got out of the pool, you?

everything okay?

can i come over and explain please? i need to see you.

come right now. the door is unlocked.

You liked the message then finished blow drying your hair. You started smiling to yourself of the thought of seeing Rafe. You’ve always thought Rafe was attractive but could never tell him.

When you arrived at Cameron's home. You walked through the big home being greeted by Rose walking downstairs with papers in her hand, she smiles when she sees you enter. She’s always been like a second mom to you.

“Y/N, It’s so good to see you. How have you been?” she says as she leans in for a hug. “I’ve been alright thank you, you?” She can sense something up by the tone in your voice but doesn’t want to bring it up. “Busy with work stuff” she smiles.

“Rafe’s up in his room right now if you were wondering” she smiles, you thank her in response.

As you were making your way to Rafe’s room, you could hear the sound of Wheezie’s tv from her room and Sarah on the phone talking to John B.

You knock on Rafe’s door before entering.

“Come in.”

He’s fresh out of the shower. Hair wet, towel hanging from his hips with his v-line visible. You cover your eyes telling him to put a shirt on.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen me shirtless dork, c'mere” rolling his eyes, grabbing your shoulders, hugging you.

You start crying when you are in his arms. He notices and worry fills his brain. He doesn’t like seeing you like this. He pulls your back gently, lifting your chin up with his pointer finger, looking in your eyes, scanning.

“He cheated,” you say between sobs.

His face fell down with anger. He never liked your ex and your ex never liked Rafe. Rafe always told you something was off with him and got weird vibes from him, you shrugged it off at the time.

“Let me change then you can explain, yeah?” he walks you to his bed, patting your thigh as he walks to his bathroom. It was obvious he was upset by the way he’s breathing and body language is.

When he comes back, you explain the situation. He can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Are you fucking serious? I’m gonna kill his ass” he said with annoyance. He runs his hands through his hair. you place your hand on his chest, “please Rafe don’t. He isn’t worth it anymore” he looks at you as if you were crazy.

“Y/N he fucking broke your heart. You deserve so much better than that douche. He lost a beautiful and wonderful girl that he’ll never find, ever” he emphasizes, he stares at you, waiting for your response.

He thinks I'm beautiful?

“You think I’m beautiful?” you quietly ask, slowly turning your head to the left, making eye contact with him.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful Y/N” he replies, holding eye contact, waiting for your answer.

You can’t believe you are about to say this.

“I’ve always had some type of feelings towards you Rafe” you quietly speak.

“Same.”

He slowly leans towards you, bringing his right hand to your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek, you close your eyes at the feeling.

“Can I?” he whispers softly.

Faces are inches closer to each other. Your lips collide passionately. You never thought you’d be in this position right now kissing one of your closest friends. The feeling of his lips against yours felt magical, a feeling you cannot describe.

“I would like to be more than friends with you Y/N.”

“Me too.”

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aflame4goinghome · 6 months

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Talk

s.f.k. x f.reader

a/n: this was meant to be a short little one shot but it actually turned out to be pretty long... oops. it’s only lightly proofread and i’m posting this at 2:30 am so i hope it’s good. enjoy :)

word count: 5.3k

summary: You’ve known Sam practically your whole life, and your relationship has always been the same. He’s your best friend, and he’s never given you a reason to think he feels any other way. So why is he acting so different tonight? Your love for him has so far gone unspoken, but all secrets are about to be revealed.

warnings: fluff, angst (some fighting & yelling), swearing, smoking, kissing, shameless nicknames like always; SMUT (MINORS DNI): oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex (practice safe sex, folks!), dirty talk, some begging, slight praise kink if you squint, soft dom!sammy

“imagine being loved by me.

i won’t deny i’ve got in my mind now,

all things i would do.”

You’ve known Sam as long as you can remember. You’ll never forget the first time you met him. It was the first day of the seventh grade, you had just moved to Frankenmuth that summer from Detroit after your parents split up and your mom wanted to move out of the city. You’d only lived there for a month and your house was pretty secluded on a long road, so you didn’t have much ability to make any friends until you started school.

You were riding your bike to school and someone crossed the street right in front of you, forcing you to slam on your brakes to avoid hitting them and knocking them down. You came to a screeching stop and looked up at the scared boy in front of you, who hollered, “Are you trying to kill me? What the hell is wrong with you?” You got off your bike and the two of you walked the rest of the way to school together. And that’s how you met your first friend, Sam Kiszka.

The two of you have been pretty much inseparable ever since. You had a lot of classes together and he let you sit at his table at lunch, introducing you to his best friend, Danny. From that moment forward, the three of you did practically everything together. You guys would go to the movies, listen to records, and sometimes even jam together in the Kiszkas’ garage with his older brothers, Josh and Jake. You always felt that the rest of them were much more musically talented than you, especially Jake, but you enjoyed singing harmony with Josh every once in a while. You were like family.

Once you got older, you noticed your relationship with Sam began to change. Not in a way that was obvious or disruptive, but there was something that developed that would always be on the back of your mind- your feelings for Sam. You first discovered that you had feelings for him at your ninth-grade homecoming dance. You and Sam went together as friends, slightly organized by your mothers, and something in the air changed that night. There was a knock at the door after you had gotten ready and you opened it to see Sam, all dressed up in a suit and tie.

Your gaze softened as you saw him, and you felt a feeling that you’d never experienced before. When he saw you, in your dress and your hair done, you noticed an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite place, like a deer in headlights. And then he entered the threshold, brushing off whatever it was, acting just like your normal Sam. You put it in the back of your mind and moved on with your night.

However, near the end of the night, something happened that you’d never be able to forget. They turned on the last slow dance of the evening and the two of you had avoided every other slow dance prior out of awkwardness. But something pushed you to ask him for this last song, so you did and he agreed. You both walked over to the dance floor and he placed his hands awkwardly on your waist as you put your arms around his neck. You both swayed there for a while to some random slow song from that year that you couldn’t remember now even if you tried, and there was a look in his eyes that would be burned into your memory forever. He looked at you so softly, like you might break. You looked up at him- his cute swoopy hair, his dimples, his dopey smile- and you knew right there and then: you were in love with Sam Kiszka.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・✩ ✦ ✩・゜゜・．*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Things are a lot different now than they were when you were 15, but your feelings for him are just as strong as ever. He’s never shown any hints of feeling the same way, however, and you’ve never made any effort to tell him. You’re much too afraid of it changing your relationship, especially if he didn’t feel the same way about you. You’re more than happy with what you have with him now, though, even if it’s only platonic. He’s your best friend and you love the time that you get to spend with him, considering it’s quite limited now.

When you guys were in high school, the band that the boys had formed ended up gaining popularity. Even before you, Sam and Danny graduated, they were going out on tour, opening for big bands. You were incredibly impressed and so proud of them, but you definitely missed your best friends. Once you graduated, they were away even more than before. So, when they all wanted to pick up everything and move to Nashville a few years ago, you decided that you would too.

You had delayed going to college for a couple of years because you couldn’t afford it at the time and neither could your mom, so you used this new opportunity to apply to Tennessee State University in the area and you were accepted. You’re in your third year there now and it’s been working out great. You got an apartment not far from where the guys were all living, and that’s how you met your roommate and now close friend, Lucy. She is attending graduate school at Vanderbilt for the same field of study and shares your immense love for music, so you got along almost immediately.

The guys’ band has become relatively famous now. They’ve recently released their third album and have gone on several tours, their current one being a world tour. You haven’t been able to see them as much lately because of it, but you try to catch as many local shows as you can. Despite being away so often, you and Sam are still as close as ever, spending basically every day together when he’s on break from the tour. Every once in a while, you’ll sometimes wonder about the ‘what-ifs,’ but your friendship with Sam is too important to risk by confessing your feelings for him.

Tomorrow is Lucy’s 24th birthday and the band is on a break from tour for a few more weeks, so the two of you are throwing a huge party tonight to celebrate. Your apartment is much too small to host that many people, so Josh offered to host the party as long as you both helped out with supplying the food and decorations. Of course, Josh was more than happy to supply the booze, being someone who would never turn down a party. It’s your last big get-together before the band leaves for the European leg of their tour, so you’re all really looking forward to it.

It's already 3 in the afternoon and you and Lucy have to go over to Josh’s soon to help decorate before all the guests arrive, so you start to get ready. You curl your hair and pull it half-up, then put on some simple makeup with some silver glittery eyeshadow. Lucy wanted to make the theme of the party “Starcatcher” to incorporate the guys’ newest album, so you wanted to throw in a subtle reference to the theme. You go to get dressed, finding the new dress that you had bought just for the party. It’s a short, tight dress adorned with silver glitter, matching your makeup.

It’s not as if you intended to catch anyone’s attention tonight with your outfit, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing. You’ve tried dating since you moved to Nashville, but nothing has ever worked out. All of the guys are either shallow musicians who don’t want to ‘put a label on it’ or immature frat guys with no emotional intelligence. Besides, you still find it hard to completely forget about Sam. You know that he’s probably taking plenty of girls home while on tour; as a rockstar, why would he not? It didn’t bother you, it’s not like he knew how you felt anyway.

You grab your things, then slip on your heels and pop your head into Lucy’s bedroom. “Hey Luce, you ready to go?” you ask, stepping inside of her room. She turns around from looking into her vanity mirror to look at you. “Oh my god, Y/N! Look at you! Sam is gonna die over that dress,” she says, teasing you. She knows all about your little crush, of course, you tell her everything. She’s the only one in your friend group who knows since the rest of the guys wouldn’t possibly be able to keep that kind of secret.

“Luce, come on. You know he doesn’t look at me like that,” you answer, rolling your eyes, “Plus, maybe I’ll find another guy to appreciate me tonight. I don’t need it to be Sam, I don’t expect it to be.” She rolls her eyes back at you and turns her attention back to the mirror. “Okay, okay, whatever. I’m just finishing up my eyeliner, we can leave in a minute,” she says. She finishes up her makeup and you both head to the party.

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Lucy drives you to Josh’s place and the two of you pull into his driveway, seeing that you’re not the first ones there. You knock on the front door and are greeted by Josh, whose face lights up at the sight of you. “Hello, darling!” he exclaims, pulling you in for a tight hug. He pulls away, smiling, and sees Lucy behind you. “Ah, Lucille, happiest of birthdays to you, my dear,” he says to her, hugging her tight as well. You both enter the house and find Jake in the kitchen, preparing some sort of dip recipe.

“I thought that we’d be the first to arrive,” you say to him, making him turn his attention away from the stove. He sees you both and smiles slightly, saying “Well, it wouldn’t be a party if I didn’t make a queso dip, would it?” You chuckle, walking over to get a whiff of it. “No, it wouldn’t. Smells delicious,” you say, patting him on the back then turning around to place all the snacks that you’ve brought on the kitchen island. You all start to set up, putting out the snacks and alcohol and hanging some decorations on the walls.

Around 6 o’clock, the front door flies open with Sam and Danny waltzing through. You all turn your heads to look at the sudden noise and your eyes find him. He’s wearing a short-sleeved button-up, half unbuttoned, some dark jeans, and sneakers. You watch as he removes his sunglasses and brushes his hands through his hair as he and Danny approach the kitchen, then try to direct your attention back to hanging the star decorations that you’d been attaching to the ceiling.

“Hey, Freckles,” Sam says, walking into the kitchen to greet you. He’s called you that ever since that first day, on your first walk to school. He looked down at you and saw your face, completely covered in freckles, and settled the nickname right then and there. It’s still managed to stick after all these years. "Hi, Y/N! Hi, Lucy, happy birthday," Danny says, walking into the kitchen and sitting down at the table to help blow up some balloons.

“Here, let me help you,” Sam says, reaching his hand up to meet yours and finish hanging the star. “Thanks, Sammy,” you say, stepping down from the step ladder you were using. “No Rose tonight?” you ask, looking up at him. “Nah. Didn’t want her to get too drunk, she was absolutely belligerent last time,” he said, laughing as he jabbed your side with his elbow jokingly. You giggle and say, “Yeah, she’s out of control. You should probably look into that.” He smiles at you silently for a moment, looking down at what you’re wearing. It’s not long enough for you to notice, however, and you move on to helping Josh with the liquor table.

You finish decorating and the guests begin to arrive around 8. Most of them are Lucy’s friends from grad school, as well as some friends from work. You don’t really know a lot of them, so you’ve just stuck with the guys by the bar area of Josh’s dining room for most of the night so far. “Here you go, Frecks” Sam says, handing you another tequila soda that he’s made for you. You thank him and take a sip, then look out at the crowd that’s amassed in Josh’s living room.

It’s been over an hour now since the party started and you still feel slightly awkward since you don’t know any of the people here, but you don’t really want to just be a wallflower all night either. Suddenly, Lucy comes charging toward you. She’s gotten a bit intoxicated, having made some drinks while you all prepared for the party in addition to the ones she’s had since then.

“Babe, c’mere, I want you to meet my friends,” she says, pulling you away. You look at Sam and Danny with a ‘please save me’ face as she drags you into the crowd, hearing them laugh at you as you move further and further away from them. You end up in a small group over on the other side of the room, a few girls your age and a guy that you don’t recognize. “Y/N, these are some of my friends from my classes this semester- Tara, Emma, and Stephen. Everyone, this is my roommate and bestie, Y/N!” You wave shyly and say hello, catching eyes with her friend Stephen.

He’s pretty tall and has dark black hair that’s slicked back with a couple of pieces hanging out in the front. His eyes are dark and mysterious, and you can’t help but admit that he’s rather handsome. You doubt anything could ever come to it, but it might be nice to distract yourself from your one-sided feelings for Sam. Lucy goes back into whatever conversation she was having previously with the girls as Stephen steps closer to you.

“Hey,” you say, looking up at him with a shy smile. “Hey there,” he replies, checking you out quickly before meeting your eyes again. “Do you go to school around here?” he asks. “Oh, yeah, I’m in my undergrad at TSU. I’m a couple years behind but I’m starting to catch up,” you say, sitting down on the couch as he goes to sit next to you, rather close. He makes small talk about what you’re studying, where you’re from, what you want to do after graduation, and more. He’s definitely a nice guy, and he seems interested in you and learning more about you, so you don’t mind sitting and talking to him.

“You’re gorgeous, you know,” Stephen says, smiling at you and reaching over to brush some of your hair behind your ear. “Thank you, Stephen… you’re not too bad yourself,” you say, blushing slightly as he places his other hand on your thigh. The two of you sit there for some time talking closely, flirting a bit back and forth. You glance over to the dining room for a moment and see Sam, who’s looking at you. He’s leaning up against the wall, arms crossed with his eyes glued to you and Stephen, piercing right through you. He looks almost angry, which you don’t completely understand. Maybe he’s upset that you ditched him since he doesn’t know many people at the party? But he has Danny right next to him, who’s talking away as Sam stares daggers into you.

“Excuse me just one moment, Stephen. I have to go check on something,” you say apologetically, getting up off the couch and heading into the other room. Sam’s eyes lock onto yours as you approach, still not faltering from their angry gaze. “Sam? A word, please?...,” you say, looking over at Danny, “…alone?” Sam looks down at you and uncrosses his arms, “Yeah, whatever.” You grab his wrist and drag him into the kitchen, then out the back door to Josh’s porch.

You drop his wrist and turn around to face him as he reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, sticking one in his mouth and lighting it. He takes a long pull, breathes it out, then scoffs. “What? What is it?” he says in an annoyed tone. “What is it? Sam, what’s wrong with you? I saw you looking at me in there, what the hell is your problem?” you say, throwing your hands up, exasperated. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? You just met that guy and he was just all over you. It’s fucking gross,” he says, raising his voice at you slightly and rolling his eyes, taking another puff of his cigarette.

“So what if I just met the guy? Why does that matter? He was really nice, I wanted to talk to him! It’s not like I was gonna be over there all night, I was going to come back over to you guys.” you say defensively, crossing your arms and looking up at him, waiting for an answer. He runs his fingers through his hair frustratedly, “Frecks, he so clearly wanted to sleep with you! He probably doesn’t even actually care about you, he just wants to get laid! He’d never treat you right.” He takes another drag of his cigarette and then sighs.

“Why do you even care, Sam? Am I not allowed to talk to guys? Is that it? Am I supposed to just follow you around like a little lost puppy all night? It’s fucking pathetic!” you yell, your eyes starting to well up. “No, Frecks, God! That’s not what I’m saying! But I can’t just stand around and watch some guy flirt with you right in front of my face! It’s making me fucking crazy!” he says, putting his head in his hands and shaking his head. “Sam. Look at me,” you say, looking up at him, tears starting to fall down your cheeks slowly.

His gaze softens as he looks down at you, then he throws his cigarette on the ground and steps on it to put it out as he steps closer to you. You look up at him, glossy-eyed, waiting for some sort of explanation for why he was acting like this. Sam never gets angry with you, you don’t understand what’s gotten into him. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he gets closer to you and suddenly, he raises his hand to cup your cheek and pulls you in, kissing you. At first, it’s soft, his lips feel warm to the touch as you kiss him back, his thumb caressing your cheek affectionately. Then he deepens it, pulling you into him with his other hand on your waist and smiling against your lips.

It grows to become ravenous and uncontrollable, and you start to struggle to breathe. He turns you both around and backs you into the outer wall of Josh’s house as he teases his tongue into your mouth. You welcome it, moaning into his mouth as you deepen the kiss even more. Both of your hands are on the back of his neck, tangled in his long hair, pulling him closer to you. You suddenly feel very aware of where you are and remember all the people inside, so you pull your mouth off of him, still staying close. “Sam, the party,” you say, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Fuck the party. Let’s go, c’mon,” he says, grabbing your hand and dragging you through the backyard gate, around the house to the driveway, avoiding the crowd inside. You giggle at the situation, feeling like a couple of teenagers, then ask “But what about Danny?” You both stop at his car and he looks down at you. “He’ll just stay at Josh’s tonight,” he says, smirking, “I’ll text him, don’t worry about him, honey…” He holds your waist and pulls you in for another kiss before opening the door for you, letting you into the passenger seat. He rounds the car and gets into the driver’s side, starts the car, and pulls out of the driveway.

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The drive to Sam’s place is short but also agonizingly long at the same time. He keeps a steady hold on your inner thigh as he drives, keeping his eyes on the road. Occasionally, he rubs his thumb lightly, sending shivers down your spine. Never in a million years did you think you would be here, with him. It was something you only imagined, but you never thought that Sam would want you like this. It warrants a conversation, but you can worry about that later.

Sam pulls into his driveway, puts the car in park, and then rushes to get out and open your door for you. You get out of the car and his lips are already attacking you, putting his hands on your hips as he backs you up toward his front door. He drops your lips for a moment to unlock the door, opens it, and then drags you in with him, closing it and shutting it behind you. You both kick off your shoes and then he swiftly brings you to his bedroom upstairs.

You’ve been to Sam’s house hundreds of times, but this time felt different. As you enter his room it almost feels like the first time, giving you butterflies as he pulls you into him, taking your lips in his. He lays you down on the bed as he continues to kiss you, making his way across your jaw and then down your neck. You lean upwards into his touch, wanting more. His lips feel electric on your neck, sending shockwaves through your entire body and creating friction between your legs.

He pulls back for a moment and slides his finger under the strap of your dress. “Can I…?” he asks, looking down at you for permission. You nod and you watch him as he slides the straps of your dress down your arms, leaving it bunched above your waist and freeing your uncovered breasts, as you couldn’t wear a bra underneath. “Fuck,” you hear him mutter under his breath before he leans back down, taking one of your nipples into your mouth as he holds the other in his hand, squeezing it, making you whine. He moans against your skin and then leans back to unbutton his shirt, throws it to the side, and then slides your dress the rest of the way off, past your legs.

He kisses his way down your stomach, to your hip, and then your inner thigh. You writhe slightly under his touch, barely able to contain yourself from his teasing. You’re insanely aroused now after all of the kissing and feeling his hands on you, you don’t feel like you can wait anymore. “Sammy, please,” you whine, his eyes looking up at you deviously. “Don’t worry, honey. It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you,” he answers, his voice sounding so smooth that you feel closer to the edge just from hearing it. He slowly slides your panties down your legs, tossing them onto the floor.

He kisses your inner thigh once again as he spreads your legs a bit more. “Y/N, you are so beautiful… You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about all of the things that I want to do to you…” he says before lowering his mouth onto your aching pussy. Your back arches at the feeling of his mouth on you. His movements are slow and gentle, his tongue circling your clit slowly as his hand rubs your thigh softly. He runs his tongue swiftly through your folds, making you moan quietly before returning to your sensitive bud. You’re already so close from all of the anticipation when you feel his fingers on you before he dips one of them inside of you. He uses steady movements, curling his finger into you as he brings you closer and closer to your release. “Fuck, Sammy, that feels so good,” you whine out to him and he moans against you.

His tongue starts to speed up as he pushes a second finger into you, pumping them in and out of you relentlessly. You clench around them and he removes his mouth from you for a moment and says “Come on, honey. I know you’re close, give it to me. Want it so bad,” then goes back to attacking your clit. His smooth voice combined with his movements inside of you bring you right into a crashing orgasm, arching your back as it washes over you. After you come down from it, he removes his fingers from you and climbs back on top of you.

He slips his hand behind your neck and kisses you passionately, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you taste yourself on it. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away, saying “You taste so sweet, baby. Did you taste it? Isn’t it sweet?” You nod and smile weakly at him, still in a bit of a trance. You lean forward to sit up and kiss him again, reaching your hand down to grasp at his hardened cock through his jeans. You start pulling the zipper down and he leans away from you to get off of the bed and remove them.

Sam gets off of the bed and slips his jeans down his legs, stepping out of them and palming himself lightly over his briefs. He then tucks his fingers underneath the waistline and pulls his underwear down, revealing himself to you for the first time. Your jaw drops at the sight, he is much bigger than you had ever imagined. You’d thought that it might be big considering that he’s tall, but this is much more than you expected. He immediately sees your reaction, chuckling a bit and taking your hands to bring you off the bed to stand up with him.

“Surprised, Frecks?” he says, laughing a bit. “I don’t wanna hurt you, honey. You think you can take it?” he asks, looking down at you with a smirk. You just nod before lowering yourself to your knees and taking him in your hand. Given your small stature, your hand can barely even fit all the way around it. You look up at him as you lean up to lick the tip lightly. You watch as he leans his head back, groaning and mumbles some expletives under his breath. You slip the head into your mouth and work your way as far to the back of your throat as you can go.

You start to move, bobbing your head up and down his shaft as you hold it with one hand and grasp his thigh with the other. He reaches his hand down and places his hand in your hair, holding your head as you continue your movements. You swirl your tongue around him and begin to rub your thighs together to relieve some tension, but he’s had enough. “Uh-uh, nope. If you keep going like this, I’m gonna come right there in your mouth,” he utters, using his hand in your hair to take you off of him and bring your face up to his. “I want you, Sammy. So bad,” you say, looking up at him, begging him with your eyes. “Honey, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he answers, leaning you back down on the bed.

He kisses you slowly, holding your cheek in his right hand as he uses his left to line himself up with you. He pulls away, his face just a few inches from yours. “I’ll be gentle, okay baby? You tell me if it hurts at all, and I’ll stop,” he says softly. He leans his forehead against yours as he slides the tip in, eliciting a soft whine from your mouth. He pulls out slightly and then pushes back in, just a bit more, easing you into it. “Fuck, honey, you’re so tight. Relax for me, okay? I’ve got you.” He does this same thing a few more times, easing in a little further until you’ve adjusted enough for him to push in to the hilt. He lets out a deep groan, lighting your insides on fire as you pull him close to you, kissing his lips harshly.

He kisses you back hard, moving his hand from your cheek to grasp the hair at the back of your neck as he pulls you into him. His other hand is firmly planted on your hip, holding you still underneath him. He begins to pull out slowly, slamming back in once, making you whine into his mouth. He starts a steady pace, pulling out and slamming into you over and over again. Your hands are grasping at his back, surely scratching it up to the point where it will leave a mark. “Harder, Sammy, please,” you whine, feeling him smile against your lips. “Can you handle that, baby?” he says, smirking. You nod ferociously, “Yes, please, please.”

He pulls out of you, causing you to whine at the loss of the feeling of him inside you, then swiftly flips you over onto your stomach. His hand goes under you, pulling you up to your hands and knees, while the other lines himself up with you once again, slipping in with ease. You both moan as he places a hand on the small of your back, pushing you down slightly as the other grips your waist. He sets a faster pace, slamming into you so hard that your head starts to spin. “You like that, honey? That hard enough for you?” he asks, relentlessly pounding into you. You mutter a string of yeses, unable to focus on what comes out of your mouth.

The hand previously on your waist moves down to your clit, moving in tight circles as he continues to fuck into you repeatedly from behind. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Give me another one, all over my cock. I know it feels so good,” he grunts as he brings you to another climax. His pace inside you never slows as he fucks you through your second orgasm, uttering words of encouragement as you come down from it. You can tell he’s close now, his hips faltering a bit. “Mmm, fuck honey. I’m so close, where can I-?” he asks, as you interrupt him before he can finish his sentence. “Inside, Sammy. Please, I need it so bad, wanna feel you,” you whine, causing him to throw his head back and moan at the idea of it.

He pulls out and flips you back over, then quickly slides right back into you. “Wanna look at you when I come, baby. Wanna see your face as I fill you up. Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, unable to hold back anymore. He thrusts inside you a few more times before he reaches his own climax, pulling you in for a long, hard kiss. He whimpers against your lips as he finishes, coating your insides completely. His hands are holding your face affectionately as he pulls away from you, looking at you like you’re his whole world. He pulls himself out of you, still hovering over you, his eyes trained on yours.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says. He rubs his thumb on your cheek, looking down at you. “I love you too, Sammy. So much. I always have,” you say, smiling up at him. He pulls you in for another kiss, smiling against your lips and letting out a sigh. “You’re everything to me, Freckles. Everything.” He kisses your lips again lightly before taking your hand and helping you out of the bed, bringing you to the bathroom to clean up. You both take a shower, wash everything off, and then return to his bed.

You settle into bed, laying your head on top of his chest, breathing him in. His hands play with your hair as you wrap your arms around him, nestling in. “Goodnight, Sammy,” you say, sighing into him as you shut your eyes. “Goodnight, my love,” he answers, placing a kiss on the top of your head before drifting off to sleep, feeling the happiest he’s ever felt.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for letting my friends talk shit about each other?

i saw some posts about gossip on here so i wanted to get some more opinions.

everyone is 18-22F. i’m in a somewhat close friend group; i’ve known them for almost a year now, but many of them have known each other for several years.

a few times now i’ve been chatting with some of them and they’ve talked bad about another friend behind her back. like “friend A hits on every guy who ever talks to me even though she has a man” or “everyone heard that friend B was talking to three guys at once and broke one’s heart, she’s the only one who doesn’t think that was wrong but she doesn’t know everyone thinks that”. not just those two, but things on that level.

i think friend A and B are in the wrong there, so i kind of understand talking about it. it’s not often, only when someone did something serious. but i also think you shouldn’t gossip about your own friends, so i stay quiet when it comes up. i don’t like pretending not to know, but i think it would really hurt to find out your friends were talking about how you did something bad and hid that from you. it also makes me really nervous that they talk about me when i’m not there.

so: AITA for not speaking up? should i tell people they’re being gossiped about? or is this “warranted” gossip and i should let it be?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 months

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Three is NOT a Crowd

Summary: Y/N might be ready to try something new.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Pretty much zero plot to this porn. Threesome - F/M/F, vaginal fingering, oral (m/f receiving) slightly rough sex, light spanking, protected p in v sex, voyeurism, voyeuristic masturbation. Dean = sex god, Dean is the best you'll ever have.

Pairings: Y/N x Dean Winchester x Jillian (OFC)

Word Count: 3,994

A/N: Okay, so I blame this horny fic entirely on this Dean edit I saw on TikTok. I watched it like 300 times and then I had to write something about it! 😁 This is what came out. I've never written a threesome before, so this was a fun challenge. Hope you enjoy it! ❤️

P.S. I wrote this quickly - so sorry for the mistakes!

“Y/N, I am telling you, you will not regret this, okay? He’s the hottest fucking man you will ever see. And I told you - last year he gave me the -”

“The best night of your life.” Y/N cut Jillian off. “Yes, I heard you the first hundred times you told me.” Y/N shook her head at her friend’s oft repeated claim. “But, I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this, and he doesn’t even know I’m here. This is gonna be weird.”

They were waiting in the hotel room Jillian had booked for her little tryst with Dean Winchester. She’d had it planned for a month, gushing to Y/N about how she’d never gotten over her night (that had apparently stretched into a weekend) with Dean. But as soon as she found out that Y/N had been dumped by her boyfriend of two years only three months earlier, she wouldn’t drop the idea of Y/N joining them.

At first Y/N had been sure Jillian was kidding. She’d only known the vivacious redhead for about a month and a half. They’d been partnered together at a work retreat and had hit it off very quickly. Despite their differing temperaments, they just clicked and had enjoyed themselves thoroughly that weekend. They’d gone out for drinks a few times since then, and they’d had a blast together many evenings sitting in one of their apartments watching sexy romcoms together and drooling over all the guys. They’d even gone out dancing a few times, and Y/N had enjoyed it immensely.

But when Jillian suggested they partner up for this, Y/N had scoffed at first. But she soon realized Jillian was all too serious. Y/N had been flustered and tried not to offend her new friend.

“Look, no offense, cause you’re obviously gorgeous, but you’re not my...I mean, I’m not, you know, I’m not attracted to you like that.”

Jillian had just laughed and flicked her thick, shiny, red hair over her shoulder. “First of all, everyone is attracted to me like that.” She said with a mischievous grin. “Secondly, I’m not talking about you having sex with me. I’m talking about Dean Winchester, hottest fucking man on the planet, having sex with both of us.”

When Y/N opened her mouth to argue, Jillian raised her hand. “Look, it’s simple, okay. You’ve just been dumped by an absolute asshole and I happen to like sharing. You deserve to have a supremely gorgeous man fuck you into next week. Girl, I’m telling you, you will not regret it.”

For the next couple weeks Y/N had continued to shoot the idea down whenever Jillian slipped it into their conversation. But eventually the idea had started to sound incredibly tempting. She was pretty miserable after being dumped so coldly and abruptly and she thought she might like a passing fling with a hot guy who apparently was pretty good in the sack.

So finally tonight, when Jillian had called as she was heading out to the hotel, and offered Y/N her last chance to join them, Y/N had impulsively said yes. Jillian had been thrilled and drove over quickly to grab Y/N before she could change her mind.

But now that Y/N was actually inside the hotel room, she was worried that her horniness had pushed her into making a mistake. Threesomes were so not something she’d ever thought she’d be involved in. Especially not with a new friend and a guy she’d never met.

Before she could completely psych herself out, however, the hotel door opened and there stood the man Jillian had been gushing about for weeks.

Y/N felt like she’d been hit with a MAC truck.

Jillian had not been lying. If anything, her friend had been too reserved in her compliments for the Adonis that she was leading into the hotel room.

Dean Winchester was indeed the hottest fucking guy Y/N had ever seen. He had to be over six feet tall, and solidly built. He was built in a way that looked like he could easily throw her around the room with no problem.

He wore a dark blue canvas jacket which he took off as he moved into the room; underneath he wore a thick, blue, gray and red plaid shirt over a gray t-shirt. The plaid shirt pulled tightly across his broad shoulders and showed the lines of definition in his long bicep muscles. The gray t-shirt highlighted a wide, powerful chest and flat stomach. His muscular thighs and rounded ass were encased in clinging denim and immediately had Y/N thinking about just how much power would be behind every thrust of his hips.

His face was every bit as stunning as the rest of him, with very high cheekbones and a sharp, square jaw that made her want to nibble on it. His eyes were sparkling green jewels with sweeping dark lashes tipped in gold. Adorable cinnamon freckles were sprinkled over his nose and cheeks and his light brown hair was short and so soft looking that it just invited fingers to run through it.

And then there was his mouth - his mouth was an absolute work of art. It was perfectly shaped, with plump, soft lips that looked as though they were designed with only sensual pleasures in mind.

On top of all of this, was an aura of absolute magnetism; there was just something about him that made Y/N immediately hot and feral. He was sex on legs, there was no doubt.

His mouth stretched wide now in a gorgeous, flashing a smile as he leaned down to kiss Jillian softly. “Hi beautiful.” He greeted her, and his voice was a deep rumble that further ruined Y/N’s already soaked panties.

Jillian kissed him back and then smiled up at him brightly. “I missed you.” She turned to Y/N who was trying hard to blend into the background. Dean’s stunning hotness might make her core muscles throb with need, but it also made her even more nervous - absolutely positive this fucking god! was not going to be interested in her.

But it was too late to run and hide, as Jillian pulled Dean forward and held a hand out towards her. “I brought a friend along, baby. I hope you don’t mind. Her name is Y/N. She’s a little shy, but she got her heart broken by an asshole recently so I thought maybe you could make her feel better.”

Jillian’s words made Y/N flush scarlet and made Dean shake his head with a raised eyebrow. He looked Y/N up and down, making her stomach flutter wildly. “What kinda dumbass let you get away?” He asked and Y/N reddened even further.

Dean just smiled at her warmly. “But his loss is definitely my gain. I am a very lucky boy.” He grinned at Jillian and let his hand fall to cup her ass. “Two stunning beauties to play with.”

He pulled away from Jillian to move a little closer to Y/N. “But you look a bit nervous, sweetheart. Are you?”

“No.” Y/N squeaked and Dean pursed his lips in a way that said he didn’t believe her. She cleared her throat. “Well, maybe a little. I’ve never had a, uh…” She waved her hand to encompass all three of them.

“A threesome?” Dean finished for her and she nodded vigorously while chewing on her lip. Dean smiled reassuringly at her. “It’s okay, sweet thing, you take all the time you need to feel comfortable.” He gave her a wink and then moved over to the minibar.

“Should we all have a drink?”

“Hell yeah!” Jillian said happily.

Y/N nodded. “Yes please…um vodka for me.”

Dean nodded and pulled the little bottles out to pour them all drinks. When they were all holding shots, Dean raised his in the air.

“To good times.” He toasted. The women echoed him before they all downed their shots. The burn felt good in Y/N’s throat, bracing.

Jillian put on some soft sexy music and pulled Dean and Y/N over to the couch so they could all sit close and get better acquainted. Dean sat in the middle and put his right hand on Jillian’s thigh, while he kept his left hand sitting open in his lap, inviting Y/N to take it if she wanted.

She did want to. He had incredibly sexy hands. His palms were huge, and his fingers were long and thick. His knuckles were round and scarred, his palms callused. They were just incredibly masculine hands and she was itching to feel them on her skin. But her shyness kept her from reaching out.

Instead she felt her breathing get heavier as she watched Dean’s hand inch slightly higher on Jillian’s leg. His pinky started to push just under the hem of her skirt, making Jillian sigh softly and then turn her face up to his. Dean took the invitation and leaned down to tease her mouth, sliding his lips over hers far too briefly. Jillian whined and Dean chuckled, finally sealing his mouth around hers and kissing her deeply.

Y/N watched the way Dean’s tongue delved into Jillian’s mouth and listened to her soft moan and her pussy began to clench painfully around nothing. Dean moved his free hand out of his lap to cup Jillian’s cheek and hold her in place so he could reach even deeper into her mouth.

She definitely felt like a voyeur watching them, which she absolutely was, but she couldn’t look away from them. Eventually Dean had his right hand completely up Jillian’s skirt, obviously rubbing her over her panties. Jillian threw her head back and let out a sharp groan.

She opened her eyes, panting, and looked at Y/N who looked away quickly from her friend’s dilated pupils and hungry expression.

But Jillian spoke breathlessly to Dean. “Don’t forget about our shy girl.”

Dean shook his head and turned to look down at Y/N, his gaze scorching. “Couldn’t possibly forget about such a sexy little thing.” He tilted her chin up so she was looking at him and then he smiled sweetly, softness in his bright green eyes.

“But I think she needs a little more time to warm up - don’t you, sweetness?"

Not knowing what to say, Y/N just nodded and Dean leaned forward to brush his lips across her forehead. “Tell ya what, sweetheart. I’m gonna take Jillian over to the bed now, lay her down and make her shake and scream. Why don’t you just watch us a while, and if you decide you wanna join us, come on over. But if not, that’s okay too. You can either just keep watching, or walk right out the door if you want. It’ll be entirely your choice, k?”

Y/N’s throat felt like a desert and she just bit her lip and nodded. Dean smiled again, raising her hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. His mouth was velvety soft and the touch of it made her stomach clench.

Then he returned it to her lap and stood to pull Jillian up and over to the bed. He paused when he got there and reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out a long string of condoms and tossing them on the bedside table before turning back to Jillian.

She stood at the side of the bed, and Dean kissed her slowly as he unbuttoned the little white blouse she wore. He’d positioned them at such an angle that Y/N could see everything perfectly. She didn’t think that was a coincidence.

Dean’s mouth was at Jillian’s pulse point as he pushed her blouse off her shoulders and skimmed his fingertips down her bra strap, over her breast and then down her ribcage to reach her skirt zipper. He undid the button that sat at the very top of Jillian’s hip and then slowly slid down the zipper, allowing the material to pool at her feet.

He kissed her continuously as he removed her clothing and when she stood in her bra and panties, still wearing her black high heels, he began to kiss his way down her body. He sank to his knees in front of her and dipped his tongue into her belly button as his blunt fingers pressed into the fleshy bottom of her ass cheeks, revealed by her boy-cut, lacy black panties.

Y/N was sweating now, and she took off the sweater she wore over her tank top and started fanning herself. Every movement Dean made had her nearly climaxing just sitting on the couch and watching.

He nibbled gently on Jillian’s skin, running his tongue over her quivering inner thigh before pulling her panties tight against her and covering her clothed pussy with his mouth, sucking on her through the drenched satin. He moved his perfect mouth against her cunt, breathing hot and making Jillian push her hand into his hair and yank as she cried out in pleasure.

“Please, Dean.” she said in a raspy voice, “please I need your mouth, need to feel it on my skin, your tongue, I…please.”

Y/N understood her desperation perfectly because she also needed to feel his mouth on her; he was so goddam perfect. Y/N’d never wanted anyone so badly. And her yearning only got worse as Dean stood to his full height and stripped out of both his shirts, peeling his t-shirt over his head to reveal rippling back muscles and lightly tanned skin, with more freckles sprinkled there. There were a few small, jagged looking scars across the otherwise smooth expanse and all Y/N wanted was to trace them with her tongue.

He toed off his boots and then stepped out of his jeans, leaving himself in nothing but tight, black boxer briefs that left no part of him to the imagination. She could see the outline of his bulging cock easily through the cotton and the sight made her slip her hand down the front of her jeans, pushing against her clit to try and stop the throbbing.

Jillian kicked off her heels, and Dean slowly peeled off her bra and panties, leaving her completely naked as he pushed her onto the bed. Y/N was a little surprised that she wasn’t embarrassed to watch Dean crawl up her friend’s naked body. She was just too immersed in the sensuality of the moment, the way Dean’s body moved like a graceful predator over Jillian’s skin, biting it here and there and making the redhead moan and arch off the bed.

“So, fucking perfect.” Dean murmured as he licked her nipple into his mouth.

Y/N slipped a finger inside her aching pussy as she watched him push a thick finger into Jillian's body. Jillian dug her nails into Dean’s bicep as he added another finger and began pumping them hard and fast. She dug her heels into the bed and raised her hips, obviously desperate for more.

Jillian let out a whimper as he pulled away from her to pull down his boxer briefs and Y/N actually gasped loudly as his cock sprang forth. Dean looked over to her on the couch and licked his lips.

“Getting lonely over there yet, sweetheart?”

Y/N felt like she was living in a fantasy as he took hold of his semi-hard cock and pumped it a few times. “Wanna come play with us, princess?” His smile was wicked and welcoming all at once and Y/N simply couldn’t resist anymore. All trepidation was gone, and there was only need left behind.

She nodded and stood up. She didn’t know her next step, though, until Dean crooked his finger and she walked closer to the bed. Jillian’s expression was all languid pleasure as Dean slipped his fingers back into her cunt, moving slowly now.

When Y/N was only a couple feet from the bed, Dean nodded towards her. “Take your shirt and bra off, I’m dying to see those perfect tits.”

She nodded and quickly shucked both. The roaring heat in Dean’s eyes combined with the soft groan that came out of his throat had her cunt clenching again. “Come here.” He said, his voice a rough rasp.

She walked up right beside the bed and Dean reached out to tug on her breast, tweaking her nipple and making it pucker into a hard bud. “Fuck your gorgeous.” He told Y/N as her hand came up to squeeze her other breast. “Take off your pants, show me that pussy. Is it all wet and hot for me baby?”

Y/N nodded with a moan as she pushed her jeans and panties over her hips. He reached out to slip his fingers through her drenched cunt and swore softly.

He looked at Jillian, who he was still torturing with short, slow strokes of his fingers, and shook his head, before licking his lips and speaking low. “Two soaked, dripping pussies all for me. Such a lucky boy.”

He moved his middle finger gently around Y/N’s clit and she gasped. He pulled his fingers out of Jillian’s body and lifted her hips. He continued to play with Y/N’s clit as he bent his head and dipped his tongue into Jillian’s slit and she bucked against him. He didn’t falter for a moment, continuing to stroke Y/N perfectly even as he was turning Jillian into a screaming mess with the magic of his mouth.

Y/N climbed onto her knees on the bed, needing to touch him. She ran her hands across his back and then muffled a cry of pleasure against his round shoulder as he sank his thick middle finger knuckle deep inside her.

As Y/N heard Jillian screaming out her climax, Dean pushed a second finger into her and curled them both perfectly so that she convulsed against him and added her cries of pleasure into the mix. While she was panting in the aftermath, Dean sucked hard on Jillian’s clit and sent her into another screaming orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out of Y/N’s cunt and pushed her down gently onto the bed. He pulled his mouth away from Jillian who was desperately trying to suck air into her starved lungs, and shifted to lay on his side. He pulled Y/N towards him and pushed her legs wide open.

He moaned raggedly and then spoke in a deep, gravelly voice. “Fuck that’s a pretty little pussy.” He said and licked a stripe up through Y/N’s folds.

A loud cry of shock and pleasure shot out of her throat and she bit into her bottom lip in an attempt to curb the noise she was making.

Dean pulled away from her for a minute, looking at Jillian. “Be a good girl, baby, and remind me how good you suck my cock.”

Jillian licked her lips. “Fuck yes.” She said as she moved into position so she could swallow him down. He dug his fingers into Y/N’s thighs, groaning deeply as Jillian closed her lips around him tightly.

He returned his mouth to Y/N’s throbbing cunt, flicking his tongue back and forth on her clit before sinking the same two fingers into her again, hard and deep. He scissored her open and then slammed in a third finger. He was grunting roughly from Jillian’s mouth on his cock and the harsh noises were making Y/N shake with need. She needed him to fill her up so badly.

He began to suck on Y/N’s clit and she screamed and fisted the sheets in her hands. “Fuck, Dean…please. Please!” She begged and he gave in to her need, gently scraping his teeth over her bundle of nerves while he rotated the pads of his fingers on her sweet spot and she began to convulse in another explosive orgasm.

When she finally started to breathe normally again she opened her eyes to see Dean rolling on a condom and then manhandling Jillian into position so he could slam into her from behind. As he began thrusting his hips, he flipped Y/N over too so she was laying flat on her stomach. With every grunt of pleasure that issued from his throat, he brought his palm down against Y/N’s ass, not hard, just enough to create a pleasurable sting that kept her pussy aching while he plowed into Jillian.

The redhead gripped the headboard tightly as Dean pumped into her. He'd barely given her a dozen strokes before her knuckles turned white against the wood and she shook beneath him, crying out her climax and slipping one hand down to stroke her clit and prolong the pleasure.

He pulled out of Jillian, who fell onto the bed in an exhausted heap, and then pulled Y/N’s hips up off the bed. She looked behind her to see him pull off the condom he was wearing and roll a new one onto his rock hard cock before lining up at her entrance.

“Do you want my cock, Y/N?” He whispered into her ear as he laid his body over hers. She whimpered and nodded, but he shook his head. “Tell me you want it.”

“Yes, please.”

“Say it, sweetheart, tell me.”

Y/N was trying desperately to push back on his cock, but he wouldn’t let her. Her head was fuzzy with need as Dean laid another gently stinging slap to her right cheek. “Tell me to fuck you, Y/N. Tell me you need my cock.”

As though a dam burst inside her, Y/N shouted out her need. “Fuck me, Dean, fuck me, fuck me. I need your cock so badly! Please!”

Dean gave a deep chuckle and his voice sounded proud. “Look, Jilly, our shy girl isn’t so shy anymore.” With that he slammed himself into her and she came instantly, so completely filled by him.

He fucked her all through her orgasm. He rose up off of her back, lifting his right leg and bracing one foot on the mattress so he could thrust into her deep and hard, slamming her back against him, leaving bruises where his hard fingers dug into her pelvic bone, and lifting her off the bed with every drive into her drenched, clenching cunt.

Finally he shoved her face down into the pillows, holding her shoulders in place with one big hand as he pistoned his hips in and out of her cunt and reached around to roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger making her scream out her third orgasm. He slammed home one more time before roaring out his own climax, bucking his hips against her limp, fucked out body, until he finally shuddered and fell to his side.

He was between the two women once again, but this time he let his calloused fingers roam over both their bodies as they laid beside him.

Jillian sat up, leaning her arm on Dean’s chest and resting her head in her hand. She giggled at the way Y/N was still reverberating from being fucked so thoroughly.

“See, I told ya.” She said reaching over Dean to poke Y/N in the ribs.

Y/N just nodded before turning to lean against Dean’s other side and place soft kisses up and down his neck. When she finally spoke her voice was hoarse from all her screams and cries of pleasure.

“Yes, you were right.” She told her friend before kissing Dean’s lips lightly. “Thank you, Dean. You are an actual fucking god.”

Dean and Jillian both laughed, but Dean opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at Y/N’s words. “I hope you don’t think we’re done.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. “We’re not?” She asked, her stretched and aching cunt, desperately clenching and flooding once again.

Dean shook his head with a mock frown as he rolled over to pin her beneath him. “Fuck no, sweetheart, this isn’t even halftime.”

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 5 months

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Next Door Neighbor

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: He Gets Me So High by beabadoobe I dig the beat to the music)

He waited patiently in front of the elevators in the lobby. He hoped that he pressed the button on time. It’s been three years and he still couldn’t get your schedule right.

“Hey neighbor.” Nanami turned around and softly smiled at the sight of you walking inside the building. “How’s work?”

“It was good,” he answered. “Light day. How about you?”

“Busy,” you answered. “We’re in the middle of this big project. I have to quickly finish this design by tomorrow morning. Ah, Kento-kun it’s so stressful.”

“You’ll do fantastic,” he said. “I’m planning to cook dinner. I’ll bring food over for you.” Your smile brightened.

“Thank you, Kento-kun!”

“I’ll make your favorite.” You blushed.

“Only if that’s okay with you.”

“I’ll be over in a couple of hours.”

It all started when he saw the pile of the boxes sitting in the corner of the lobby. He saw you grumbling to yourself as you picked up two boxes. He thought you were beautiful when you turned around with the boxes in hand. He couldn’t help but chuckle because you were struggling carrying the boxes to the elevator.

So, he went up to you and took them from your hands before you dropped it. You were surprised, thinking you were going to be excited that you were going to have help. But it surprised him that you rejected the offer, not wanting to take up his time. But he smiled at you, and he saw a hint of pink appearing on your cheeks. You gave in and he helped you for the next hour.

Nanami helped you unpack your things and helped you arrange your new place. You offered him dinner, and he accepted. And because you were new to the area, he ordered food and paid for it. You yelled at him and he didn’t mind. But as the few years passed, the two of you would help each other out and keep each other company.

He waited again at the lobby, waiting for you to return from work. It was his favorite part of the day. And he’s hoping that he could one day build up the courage to ask you out on a date. He could feel his heart skip a beat from the sound of your laughter. But once he heard the source from your laughter, his shoulders slumped.

“Thank you for walking me back,” you said. Nanami couldn’t help but turn around. You stood in front of a male who wore a business suit. He assumed a coworker. The man took a quick glance over at Nanami and frowned before he smiled at you.

“No problem,” he said. “Say, are you free this weekend? I would love to take you out for a date.” Nanami hit the up button for the elevator. He didn’t want to hear you accept the man’s date.

“I’m sorry,” you said, leaving him in shock. “You’re a nice guy but I honestly like someone.” The guy felt embarrassed. But he couldn’t be mad nor upset.

“I-It’s okay,” he replied. “Who is it? Someone at work?” You lightly laughed and shook your head.

“Just someone I’ve known for a while. I’ll see you next week,” you said. When you turned around, you smiled to see Nanami enter the elevator. “Hold up!” Nanami’s finger was already pressing the button to keep the door open.

“Good day at work?” he asked. You nodded.

“The project should be done soon,” you said. “I’m going to show you later, because I need and value your opinion.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

“Kento-kun, are you okay?” you asked. Nanami gave you a soft smile.

“I’m okay.” You frowned. You somehow feel like he was lying. “You don’t believe me.” You shook your head. “I promise, I’m okay.”

“Kento-kun, wanna come over for dinner?” Nanami smiled.

“You relax today,” he said. “Work on your project. I’ll make us dinner. I’ll knock on your door so you know it’s done.” You blushed and then nodded.

“Okay!”

Two hours passed. Nanami can feel his heart pound the moment he walked up to your door to knock it. He knocked it but he quickly walked back inside his place, hand against his heart. He cleared his throat when he heard the doorknob turn.

“I’m here!” you announced. Nanami watched you walk inside. By the time you walked closer to him, your eyes widened. “Kento-kun.”

He made sure everything was perfect. He hoped you like it. He watched you carefully walk around the dining table that he set up with dinner, flowers, chocolate, and candles. Nerves hit him hard since you haven’t said a word. The confidence he felt fell.

“L-Look, it’s okay if—“ He was surprised when you suddenly hugged him. His arms slowly enveloped you.

“I didn’t take you as a romantic, Kento-kun,” you said, words mumbled in his chest. Nanami chuckled. He slowly pulled away from the hug. He cupped your left face, softly stroking your left cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into his palm.

“I overheard you talk to the guy in the lobby,” he said. “I felt as if I should confess to you somehow before anyone else does. But if you don’t feel the same way, I will respect your boundaries and—“

“I have feelings for you, too,” you said. “Ever since you helped me move my things to my apartment that day.”

“Th-That long?!” You nodded.

“I mean, I had a feeling you liked me but also I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Then, let’s go on dates and see where we hit off,” Nanami said.

“I would like that, Kento-kun.”

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hockeyandhrsepwr · 1 year

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Montreal

Je t'aime series

F1 driver reader x hockey player bf

When the Montreal GP & Eastern Conference finals fall on the same weekend, certain worlds collide….

The insta edit

Notes: Takes place in 2024 so everyone is a year older - reader is an 01 baby so 23 & all the hockey guys are playing for their respective NHL teams. (For plot purposes, Montreal is the second last race before the summer break - still takes place in mid-June though) Danny, Mick & Seb are still on the grid because I say so & I’m trying not to have a breakdown over Seb being gone gone.

For Formula 1 driver y/n l/n, this weekend marks her return home as we head to Montreal for the Canadian Grand Prix. We sat down with the championship leader to talk about what that means for her.

Thanks so much for talking to us today Y/n. How excited are you to be back home in Montreal?

I’m pretty pumped. It’s always nice to be back and have so much of my family be able to come. The track is always a special one to race on & I’ve had a few good races here before, so hopefully this weekend will add to that. The little break after means I can spend a few days here before heading into Silverstone so that’s nice.

Any exciting plans for those few days?

Definitely catch a hockey game! It’s hard to watch games live with the travelling & living in Monaco, so while I’m here I’m definitely going to get to the Bell Centre. It worked out really well that the Habs are playing on Sunday night & it’s such an exciting game, with it being Game 7 in the conference finals. Montreal fans are absolutely incredible so hopefully the boys can bring this one home! The city’s going to be pretty wild on Sunday, and hopefully I can add to the excitement with a win here too!

I never would have known there was a game this weekend. It’s not like there’s stuff all over the city. Hopefully they can win it at home! Actually, speaking of hockey, your dad played, correct?

Yeah, so he played pro in the US and then Switzerland and Germany. So, I spent about 8 years over there before moving back here permanently, and then when I was about 14, moved back over for racing. but Montreal is definitely home.

Did you ever consider hockey or were you always set on the formula, single seater series? And how did you settle on motorsport?

So, I played hockey growing up but once I hit 12ish I had to choose since both were getting more competitive and there wasn’t enough time. I would’ve loved to go pro in either, but F1 is where my heart is. I still play whenever I can though. Lance & I like to try finding rinks when we travel and have a little battle. I’m currently 4 wins up, just fyi. Or whenever I visit my best friend, we go out & have some fun, even though that’s not often. I’m not beating him unfortunately but it’s pretty hard to beat a pro when he’s working on his skills constantly and I’m playing maybe 20 times a year. As kids though I could whoop him. The decision for karting/single seater over hockey was hard, but I’d been hooked since I sat in my first kart. I think part of it was being able to travel all over racing & just experience so many cool things. And with Formula 1, there’s 20 spots, right? So, if you make it as a driver, you’re one of the top in the world. With hockey there are so many incredible female players already, and as we know not many in motorsport. I wanted to be able to inspire young girls in sports as well. I think I made the right decision for me.

My dad was a big F1 fan, so I’d been watching races basically since birth. We were living in Germany during the Schumacher era, so everyone was really into it and that definitely helped ha-ha. It’s kind of crazy that I ended up going through all the feeder series with Mick in the end & we obviously became good friends when his dad was one of the main reasons I started racing. And having him show up to watch races was insane! But yeah, once I sat in my first kart I was hooked! If three year old me who had that Schumacher Ferrari merch could see me now ha-ha.

Ah the Schumacher era, that’s how so many people got interested. And your best friend is a hockey player? I don’t know if that’s ever come up, so can I ask about that?

Ah so actually, our dads played together in Switzerland & bonded over being from Montreal, so once my parents moved to Germany, about two years after I was born, they still visited each other. The two of us spent a lot of time together as kids during those visits, especially playing hockey. We moved back a few years before his family, but they were always around in the summer & we stayed pretty close. We’re apart a lot but were both living our dreams so its pretty special when we can get together. he’s one of my favourite people so shoutout to Thomas. You’ll probably see him in the paddock this weekend since he’s around here somewhere.

That’s such a great story! What team does he play for, and for anyone who’s maybe looking at which team to support, who would you recommend?

So he plays for San Jose, the Sharks, but I’m a Canadiens girl all the way. You can’t grow up in Montreal and not get support them. We’re having a great season, so fingers crossed for Sunday! But I do support the Sharks, definitely my favourite Western team, no bias here ha-ha. I’ve met a lot of great guys through Thom too who play, so I do try and keep up with their teams, but Habs all the way baby!

Alright, there you have it folks. Y/N thanks for sitting down with us, good luck this weekend! I’m sure we’ll see you soon!

You shake Natalie’s hand & thank her for having you. Exiting the media pen, you start making your way back towards the Ferrari garage, waving at Lewis when an arm’s thrown around you shoulder.

“Ready for Sunday’s game?” Lance says, “Time to kick some Devil ass and then get the cup.”

“Yeah, I just have a race to win first” you stick your tongue out at him as he punches you in the arm.

“Your boy toy coming today?” You roll your eyes “yes he has a pass, so he’ll be around somewhere. There’s a bunch of them coming. Not sure when though…”

“YO MCQUEEN!” you hear from down the lane. “There it is” you shrug off Lance & speed up as Thomas comes running at you. Damn he’s quick. You meet in the middle and grab him in a hug. “tu m’as manque” (I’ve missed you) he whispers in your ear, squeezing the life out of you. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other, mid-January at least. When you were still on break and made it to a game of his where you hung out for a week before heading back across to Italy for training. You talk almost every day though

“Missed you too Bords. It’s been too long. Congrats on your run though. You guys played really well.” It sucked that the Sharks got knocked out in round 2, but they had a good team. Next year they’ll have it. His phone starts ringing and he pulls it out.

“Ah shit, the idiots are lost.’ He rolls his eyes as you laugh.

“They’re at the Ferrari garage. We should probably go before they end up breaking stuff” We start off towards Ferrari, when Lance catches up to us. “Hey man, how’s it going?” The two have met before, when you were all kids in Montreal. They catch up as you walk over, when you notice a bit of a crowd. You nudge Thomas

“Those yours?” and point towards the commotion. You get there & see a few familiar faces. You run over to give Thomas’s sister a hug before turning to the hockey players gathered. You count five, but there may be more floating around. Thomas had 10 passes altogether.

“Sup boys” you give Brendan, Matty & Owen a hug, then do your handshake with Truss. You visited Michigan a few times when Bordy was there, so you got close with his roommates & friends. You managed to stay pretty off the radar since F1 isn’t as popular in the US, so you got some of that college experience that you missed out on. Plus, he’s brought you to the Hughes Lake house a couple of times so you got to know a bunch of the other idiots there.

“Y/n you traitor!” Lance calls from somewhere behind me. “What did I do?” You yell in indignation as someone spins you around to see Jack Hughes making his way towards you. “Ah Fuck off Lance, we all know he has no chance!” Cheers from people around tells you that there’s quite a few Canadiens fans in the paddock right now.

“Hell yeah they don’t” You see Cole behind him along with Luke Hughes & Phil.

“Is this everyone?” They nod “okay, come with me. Lance, I’ll see you later.” You lead the crew of hockey players into the Ferrari garage, taking them up to the hospitality area. “As nice as it is to see you all, why are all of you here?”

“Osheaga (Music festival – it usually happens in August but for the plot it’s happening in June) was last weekend, so we all just stayed, especially once Bordy told us he could get tickets. And we’re going to the game on Sunday” Briss pipes up.

“Yeah, I know nothing about F1 But it looks pretty cool so I’m excited” Luke says. You gasp, the blasphemy.

“How much time have we spent together Hughesy, and you still know nothing? I’m wounded” Dramatically you hold your hand to your chest. Your phone starts going off, your timer that your trainer set going off as Charles approaches you. He beckons you since he has the same reminder.

“Alright boys, I’ll see you later, but I’ve got practice. Ask any of the lovely workers here if you need a hand with anything. Peace out” You walk off with Charles, making your way further into the motorhome. Once you get to your driver room you start your usual routine. About 20 minutes in, as soft knock on the door interrupts you “babe? You free?”

You open the door & pull your boyfriend in. ‘“God, I missed you.” You press your lips to his, savouring the kiss. “ the minute I can I’m taking you out properly. I don’t care where, but we’re going out. Hopefully with something to celebrate” You wrap your arms around him and nod “sounds good. When are you leaving?” “Monday early afternoon” he pouts and he’s so cute you just have to kiss him again.

“Two more weeks then I’m all yours for the summer.”

“Deal. Now get back to it.” He slaps your ass and you continue your usual routine with the occasional commentary from him. He slips out a few minutes before you leave, heading down to the garage for practice.

Two successful practice sessions later, you’re done for the day. You’re chatting with Charles when Thom finds you. You introduce him around since he hasn’t met many of the boys, just Lance & Mick. The other hockey boys have left but you make your way back to the hotel. As much as you’d love to stay at home, it’s a little further out so you stay at the hotel with the rest of the crew. Once you enter, you spot a crowd exiting the restaurant. Ah, apparently the Devils are staying here.

You whistle, “damn, who let some losers in?” As others laugh. Jack flips you off, but someone else comes running over

“y/n/n!!” Nico hugs you. You knew each other as kids, his dad being involved for the team yours had played for. Whenever your family would visit the Bordeleau’s, you’d see him. You & T would bug him lots since there weren’t many kids to hang around with. “Can you introduce me to Sebastian Vettel?” He whispers in your ear. “Get out of here” you push him away.

The rest of the team us standing there, mouths open. “Sup McQueen” Luke waves. You’re going to kill Thomas for that nickname, but you wave back before dragging Thomas towards the elevator. You’ve got catching up to do & he knows that tomorrow you’ll be in race mode & not want any distractions.

“Where are the rest of the boys staying?” You ask him. Obviously, Jack & Luke with the team here, but he tells you that the rest of them managed to get 2 rooms in this hotel, so they’re close by. “My parents offered to let us stay with them, but we’ve been pretty rowdy so I thought this would be better.”

A few hours later you need to get ready & go to bed so you’re in top form for quali tomorrow, so Thomas heads to the room he’s sharing, wishing you luck beforehand. He knows that tomorrow you won’t want to see anyone until after qualifiers. You’re almost done your routine when Ring. A soft smile takes over you face. He always calls before he goes to bed, just to say good night. You do same & most of the time you miss each other so you have lots of cute voicemails saved on your phone.

“Hey superstar. This whole being in the same time zone thing makes it a little bit easier hey?” He chuckles “yeah babe, it definitely does. Hang on” you hear some shuffling on his end and then a door open. “Roommates kick you out?” you laugh as he huffs, “I don’t want to disturb them so I’m going to the conference room so I can facetime. How are you feeling for tomorrow?” The request pops up & you see him sitting in one of the rooms.

“Pretty confident. It’s a good car & it’s nice that everyone was able to come so I’d love to get a win for them. Think you’ll be able to sneak out tomorrow night?”

“Are you sure? I know how much you need your routine. I don’t want to mess anything up for you.”

“No, I want cuddles” you pout “and you know I sleep better when I’m next to you” you can hear the smile in his voice as he says “I’ll see what I can do. Now you’ve gotta go to bed so you can kick butt tomorrow. I love you & I’ll be watching.” He blows a kiss. “Love you too. Tomorrow night, okay?”

“Yep, I’m all yours. Ill text you before you go out tomorrow since I know I’m not going to see you. But you’re gonna kill it.” You lay down on the bed and just look at him.

“God you’re cute. I still can’t believe you’re mine.” He blushes, like he always does when you complement him.

“You better believe it. nearly four years in and I’m never letting you go.” Damn it now you’re blushing. “Okay Casanova, I really should go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you” you blow a kiss & hang up because you know from experience that you’ll just go back and forth for the next hour otherwise.

Saturday

You wake up fired up & ready to go. Moving quickly, you and Charles meet up & drive to the circuit. There’s a lot more people here today which you love. You go through practice & then it’s time for qualifiers. Q1 & 2 go smoothly, with you landing in the top five, but you want that pole position. It’s so much sweeter especially with this being your home race. As Q3 gets underway, that’s what you’re aiming for. Unfortunately, it’s only P2, but at least its only Charles in front. You know you can get ahead of him with the right strategy.

Meeting up with Thom & the crew at the hotel, you grab a quick dinner in the restaurant. You stop by the front desk & grab an extra key, slipping it onto your boyfriend’s pocket when you’re giving all the guys hugs. After about an hour you have to excuse yourself for a team meeting, and 2 hours later you finally make it back to your room.

You’ve just closed the door & are turning around when “BOO!” & you jump a foot in the air.

“Putain! Jesus Christ you fucker.” Your heart is racing a million miles as you take in the sight before you. Jack has half his body still in the bathroom but has fully on the floor, just about crying from laughter. “That’s not why I gave you the key, connard.” You say as you help him up. “I ha-ha couldn’t ha help myself.” He dissolves into another fit of giggles. You move towards the bed as he comes up behind you. Arms around your waist as he buries his head in your neck.

“This is harder than I thought” “I know, let’s just get through this weekend. A couple weeks then well be back at the lake with everyone who knows & we can do this every night.” He places a kiss at the junction of your neck.

“Promise?” you turn your head and give him a kiss. “Promise. Well talk about next season too. I’m sick of not seeing you for months.” He nods.

“you’re coming to the game tomorrow, right?” “Do you even have to ask?”

“Okay smartass, but will you root for me?” He sounds a bit sad as I turn in his arms. “I want you to win, I really do.”

“Oh yeah, not your precious Habs?”

“Wow. The sarcasm is strong with this one. I want both of you to win, but since that’s not possible, I’d say I have a slight interest in Jersey winning the cup.” “Only slight, eh?” he tickles my sides.

“I know how hard you’ve worked so yeah. As much as it pains me to say, and if you tell anyone else, I’ll kill you, but I do hope you win. If only so we both get one this weekend.”

You kiss him again before pulling him into the bathroom & running the bath. It’s your regular night before race routine, made much sweeter by him being there. “I don’t know if I ever told you, but Thomas was my favourite person that summer.” He mumbles into your hair as you sit in the tub.

“The one we met?” “Yeah, when he brought you to the lake house for a few weeks.”

Now your confused. You tilt your head back & raise an eyebrow “when you barely said four sentences to me?” he grins sheepishly.

“I was intimidated. You were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen & you drove fast cars for a living. It took me a whole year to gain the confidence to ask you out the next summer. And then you didn’t even show up with him! I was this close to asking for your number when you turned up a week later.”

“Aw, well I’m glad you manned up.” He sticks his tongue out. “I can’t believe that was five years ago. We were babies”

“Yep and now you’re stuck with me.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”.

(They meet when they’re 18, but he doesn’t ask her out till 19 & now they’re 23)

You both get out & go about your night routine with some additional commentary from Jack. When you finally settle into bed, he wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you to his chest.

“je t’aime” He whispers and a smile creeps onto your face like it does every time he uses his limited French. “je t’aime aussi.” You whisper back as you snuggle back into him.

Sunday Morning.

You wake to a kiss pressed on your cheek. “I’ve got to get back to my room before the team meeting. I won’t see you before the game but go kick some ass. I love you & we’ll be celebrating tonight” Jack whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to your lips and leaving. About a half hour later your alarm goes off & you start your pre-race routine. Thomas stops by to wish you luck before you head to the track with Charles & your trainer. Ten minutes before you need to head to the garage your phone pings. It’s a picture of Jack & Luke with the caption ‘good luck!!!’

You smile before heading out to get into your gear. Soon it’s time to line up on the grid & you hop in.

You settle in, ready to go as the countdown starts & the lights go.

“It’s lights out & away we go here in beautiful Montreal!”

59 laps in you sneak past Charles, an early stop strategy paying off in your favour as ten laps later you take the win. After pulling your car in behind the first-place stand, you jump out & soak in the noise. Cheers from fans and your team ring out, as you spot one person in particular.

Hopping off the car, you run over to the barriers and grab Thomas in a hug. It’s the first F1 race you’ve won with him there, so you know he’s excited. After letting him go you hug your engineers & team before being pulled into a quick interview with Natalie.

“Y/n, that was a beauty of a win, how are you feeling? What’s it like to win it at home?”

“Oh my god, amazing! Winning any day is an incredible feeling but to do it here, in front of my city, friends & family is so much sweeter!”

“Anything to say to the fans here today? Or for anyone watching?”

“Mom, I did it!! You told me I’d win here one day & here we are. To my team at Ferrari, Merci! Superstar, merci d’etre ici ce weekend. Votre soutien signifie la monde et je t’aime. Montreal, ca c’est pour vous, et ALLEZ LES CANADIENS!”

Cheers go up from all around as you just take it in.

After the podium ceremony, you make your way back to the hotel to change since you’re soaked in champagne. Opening the door to you room, you spot a box at the end of the bed & a bouquet of lilies on the bedside table. You smile as you make your way over & see a note on the box

Knew you could do it babe! Here’s a little something that I hope you wear tonight. See you on the ice ;) xxx J

“I swear, if he put a Devils jersey in here..” you trail off as you see just that, but also a gorgeous lingerie set in the same bright red underneath. “that cheeky shit”, there’s a pair of new red converse in there too.

Putting the set on, you take a picture before finishing getting dressed & send it off to Jack, making a face. ‘Good Luck babe'. Then you finish getting ready & head down.

You meet the boys in the lobby & make your way to the Bell Centre. Outside, you meet your mum, who’s brought you one of your old Canadiens jerseys since you didn’t have one on you. You pull it on over the hoodie & make you way in. Someone on the marketing team meets you inside. After your interview aired yesterday when you mentioned going to the game, they contacted your team to ask if you’d like to do the ceremonial puck drop, which duh you would. You split up with the rest of them and follow the guy. You’ll meet up with Bordy & his sister at your seats, but you won’t see the rest of the guys until later. You wait, chatting to various workers as warmups happen and finally its time for you to go out.

Making your way to the tunnel, you hear PK, who’s on the ice

“We have a special guest for you all tonight! She’s back in town, she goes fast and she won today, it’s your favourite race car driver Y/N L/N!!!

You walk out on the carpet, waving at the crowd. “Well y/n, were glad to have you here to get us going here at the Bell Centre. But first, we have a little present for you. Your very own Canadiens jersey!” He holds up a jersey with my last name & racing number on the back.

“Oh my god that’s so cool. Suck it Lance, you’re not so special anymore!” you know he’s laughing from wherever he is in the arena. You take it & the puck he’s holding out.

“Let’s get the captains please.” Pk says as Nico & Nick skate towards you and get in position for the photo.

“Nick, kick their ass.” You say to the Canadiens captain before posing and then walking off the ice. Someone shows you to your seat, where you find Thomas & Jade. The energy in the arena is absolutely electric as the anthem singing comes to an end and the crowd cheers. Thomas passes you a beer, as someone taps you on the shoulder.

“Sorry, but would I be able to get a picture?” a young girl sitting behind you. You oblige & tell her you’ll get a better one during the intermission before sitting back down as the game starts.

The Canadiens take an early lead with a beauty of a goal scored halfway through the period. The games intense with lots of back and forth between the goals. The Devils manage to knock one in with just a minute to go and then its intermission. You send Thomas off for snacks while you take a few photos & sign some stuff and before you know it it’s time for period two. No one scores for a while, but there’s quite a few penalties being called as the game gets a little rougher.

The second period ends still tied 1 all. You & Thomas chat about summer while you wait for the third. You’re planning on going to the lake house and you know he’ll be there at some point, but he’s staying here in Montreal for a bit first. You grab a couple more beers before the buzzer sounds and were off for the final period. Canadiens score a minute in, then Jersey gets one.

Back and forth again, shot after shot on each net with no more success. The whole crowds on their feet, cheering & screaming for Montreal as the minutes count down.

“Mon dieux its going to be OT” you whisper as the final minute hits. The crowds are practically silent as the seconds tick. Ten seconds left and all of a sudden Jack gets the puck, making a breakaway to the Canadiens net.

Go, Go, Go!!! you’re screaming internally as the defense rush after him, but not fast enough. He shoots and it flies past the goalie’s shoulder. The crowd explodes with boos & angry yells, but you’re smiling.

Thomas nudges you “he’ll be happy about that"

“Yeah, he will” you say back, a soft smile on your face as the final buzzer sounds and the Devils all celebrate on the ice. The fans are none too happy but there’s nothing you can do. You take out your phone & text jack.

That was amazing superstar!! I’m so so proud of you. I’m going out with the boys, but I’ll see you later<3 text me whenever you guys are done if I’m not back.

“let’s get out of here” you turn to Thomas, knowing that Jack’ll be caught up for a few hours with team celebrations & media stuff. “Mick texted a while ago, a couple of them are downtown so let’s go celebrate your win” he says.

A pit stop back at the hotel to drop off jerseys & make sure you have all the boys then you’re making your way downtown to one of your favourite clubs. The drinks are flowing, drivers & hockey players are all around and lots of dancing means that a few hours pass in the blink of an eye.

About 3 hours in, you check your phone and see a message from Jack.

Got about 20 minutes left then I’m heading back. I’ll be in your room. See you in a bit xx

Looking around, you spot Thomas & Charles and make your way towards them. They’re chattering in French, but you butt in.

“Hey boys, I’m heading out in 10” Turns out most people are pretty done for the night, & you end up having a big group heading back. You all grab a couple of cabs back, and as you make your way through the lobby, you spot a piano in the corner.

“Ooh!!” say, making your way over to it & sitting down. “Is it okay if I play?” you ask one of the workers who nods. The boys follow you and stand next to the piano, staring at you. Except for Thomas. He knows that you can’t play for shit, all those lessons you took as a child being absolutely useless, so he’s laughing.

You crack your fingers and start playing la vie en rose absolutely terribly. The boys laugh as you stand up & bow. “Merci, merci! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a sexy man waiting for me” you wink before heading to the elevator & making your way to the room. He’s not there you, so you get undressed so he can see the gift he left for you.

The door opens a few minutes later. “Hey champ” you drawl as he comes into view.

“oh, fuck me” “I plan to” you respond jokingly. He pulls off his shoes & shirt before jumping into the bed next to you.

“You did it,” the smile on his face is absolutely massive “I did it. We’re going to the finals. Holy fuck”

The two of you lay there, lazily making out & cuddling until you fall asleep, too worn out for more. The next morning brings sad goodbyes with promises of more in a few weeks time.

F1 GOSSIP

Alright folks, we all know that Y/n L/n has been romantically linked to former F2 teammate Mick, who she sort of grew up with, and Charles Leclerc, her current teammate, for a while now. The Mick theory is more likely, as we’ve seen. I’ll show the evidence that has been collected here. But this weekend, a new player entered. Thomas Bordeleau, another childhood friend of Y/n & a pro hockey player, was in and around the paddock. Now we didn’t really know about this connection until an interview that y/n herself did on Friday, where she called him ‘one of her favourite people’. Apparently, we weren’t looking hard enough. Obviously, we had to do some digging, and the team here are starting to think that he may be the real deal when it comes to y/n’s heart. Let’s break it down.

Childhood friends – we found some photos from y/n’s early karting days, both in Europe and Canada. Know who makes an appearance in a few of them? Thomas. Now there aren’t too many pictures of them as teenagers, as it appears he lived in the US & obviously y/n had moved back to Europe for racing. However, we were able to find this picture, of Y/n at a hockey game with one of his jerseys on.

Now, here’s where things get interesting. Thomas attended the University of Michigan and based on a video out of the paddock Friday, y/n knows a few of his college teammates. So, we did some more digging and found that y/n visited Michigan no less than six times over the 2 years he was there. And if that’s not convincing, take a look at these photos we dug up. Tell me that the way the two of them are looking at each other doesn’t scream in love (Photos of the two at various different parties looking cozy). Flirty comments left on posts, photos from friends that show the two cuddling or laying on top of each other, years of appearances in the back of each other’s photos, and a few references to a boyfriend in y/ns comments by close friends. All of these point towards the two of them being together, but the most damming evidence came out of Montreal. Lance Stroll was overheard asking y/n about her ‘boy toy coming’ mere seconds before Bordeleau made his appearance.

On Sunday, Y/n fought her way to a first place, and once she exited the car ran over to him at the barriers, practically flinging herself at him for a hug. Not two minutes later, when talking to a reporter she was saying thank you to the fans, and let this slip in French “superstar, thanks for being here this weekend. It means the world to me & I love you so much.” Now who speaks French & was there this weekend? Her best friend.

But that’s not all!! They made their way to the Montreal Canadiens game on Sunday night, where they lost in the final seconds. Several other players who appear to be friends of Bordeleaus & some of the guys who were playing in the game attended, however they watched from one of the boxes. y/n and Thomas, on the other hand, were smack dab in the centre of the action, accompanied only by his sister. Photos from the official sports accounts & fans were all over social media showing the two very close, joking around & cheering passionately for their home team. They were then seen out partying in the city with some of the other drivers and hockey players. I don’t know about all of you, but I’m pretty convinced. This isn’t what we were expecting, but it actually seems the most plausible. What are your thoughts?

#f1 imagine #hockey imagine #jack hughes #thomas bordeleau #driver!reader #some other idiots make an appearance #jjwritesshit #JJs insta edits #I’m calling this the crossover au #jack hughes x reader #formula 1 x hockey #Montreal #formula 1 imagine #nhl #new jersey devils #insta edit #fast cars and sharp shoes au #je taime series

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giuliadesu · 1 year

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you were 19 when you met miya atsumu for the first time.

ŌSAKA, 21:00

“i mean, yeah, it’s a nice way to get some extra credit.”

it was one of the first colder nights of the year, autumn making its presence known.

the loud group was the last one to occupy the seats at onigiri miya. the shop had been closed for about twenty minutes or so, giving the people inside some time to chat freely.

a very intrigued miya osamu was cleaning the wooden counter with the white rag he specifically assigned to that task; a visiting suna was busying himself on his phone — probably cleaning his camera roll of the hundred of photos of his first onigiri dinner in months. hinata and bokuto were intently listening to the blond setter, who was currently recounting his latest university adventures.

“so? you gonna spill the beans or gonna keep everythin’ to yourself?”

osamu was starting to get impatient, and even suna perked up from his phone.

“jeez, okay. so, you know how i applied to that virtual exchange program, right? well, i’ve got the results back, and i’ve been matched with this girl, she’s a bit younger than me, but boy am i curious!”

to say atsumu was ecstatic was and understatement; unable to contain the grin slowly spreading to his face, he tried to at least minimise it by passing his tongue on the snakebites adorning the sides of his lower lip.

despite people often pegging him as a womaniser, someone who had a lot of hookups and one-night stands, and as someone who would judge a woman only by her physical appearance, he simply shrugged it off. he was just so focused on his career (both the athletic and the academic one), that he didn’t have much time left to enjoy the normal life of a 22 years old guy. yet, he considered himself lucky: he managed to work the job of his life and share it with his friends, and was living close to his twin — that sounded a lot like privilege to him.

YOUR LOCATION

it was a cold day in october during your first year of university. majoring in japanese language and culture was your biggest dream, and you managed to enrol in a college that was far enough from your family and acquaintances.

as part of a partnership located in ōsaka, your professor insisted that every student participated in a sort of virtual exchange program: each coursemate of yours would be paired with someone from the japanese college, providing a great opportunity to practise the language with a native speaker. you weren’t particularly thrilled by the idea — there were enough things to do as it was —, yet the prospect of having some extra points for your main class made it rather tempting.

after a week or so the application process was complete, and the results came in: you had been paired with a student older than you by two or three years who was in his last year of a bachelor’s degree in athletic training. you noticed he was following a peculiar path: considering he was a professional athlete, his course had been arranged to take a longer amount of time compared to someone focusing on academics full-time. the file you received provided some contact info, among which were listed his preferred one — in this case, his phone number.

YOUR LOCATION, 15:00

it was the day of your first call with miya atsumu. you talked a bit over message in the days leading up to this moment, mostly because of the different time zones and the busy lives you both had — it was rather hard to find a moment that would match your free time.

sighing, you smiled to yourself. after some thought, you decided this was going to be a nice and welcome change from your usual routine, and you really hoped you’d be able to hit it off and enjoy the experience. you agreed that atsumu would be the one to call, as he wasn’t sure he could be home in time. with one last check at your reflection in the facetime camera, you turned off the option to blur the background. you hadn’t moved so far away from your home and acquaintances just to start hiding parts of you again; this time you wanted to do things right: being yourself and showing your true self was just the first step.

the ringtone from your macbook brought you back to the present. you took a deep breath, switching your brain to japanese and accepting the incoming call. a small smile made its way on your features.

“good evening, miya-san!”

ŌSAKA, 23:00

it was time. atsumu had just finished showering after a gruelling practice, and was now ready to start his first virtual meeting with you. he made himself comfortable on the bed, ipad propped up on its stand, set on your contact page. the setter spared a glance at the clock: he was right on time. “perfect.”, he thought to himself. dashing his pr smile, the snakebites moving along with his lips, atsumu was ready to meet you.

“heya! nice to finally meet you!”

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rowdyhughesy · 1 year

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i saw you were taking requests, so i have one (:

maybe like, jack gets down on one knee and asks y/n to be his fake date for a wedding he has to attend?

Cats and Wedding dates - J.Hughes

Thinking about doing a part 2, let me know what u guys think!

Jack was completely freaking out, with all the stress from the season he had forgotten about one of his family friends wedding. He’s known about it for months but it still slipped his mind and with forgetting about it he also forgot about getting a date.

Pacing back and forth in Nico’s living room he’s running his hands through his hair. “Jack calm down its not life or death if you don’t have a date.” The devils captain laughs from his place on the couch. Watching one of his best friends stressing over a wedding is slightly amusing. He knows that Jack could get a date in two seconds if he wanted to so what’s the problem?

“No but yes! I’ve already told everyone I’m taking a date and if I don’t bring one they’ll all know I forgot about it and then mom will lecture me.” Stopping in his tracks Jack let’s out a noise between a whine and a laugh. He doesn’t even have a suit. Or a present. Fuck.

Scrambling to gather all of his belongings Jack rushes out of the apartment. Yelling about how he needs to go as he runs out. Nico blinks in bewilderment at what just occurred in front of him but decides that he doesn’t even want to know.

Walking down the streets of downtown New Jersey Jack has the suit bag thrown over his shoulder, music blasting in his headphones as he’s in his own world.

Suit? Check

Present? Nope

Date? Absolutely not

Stopping outside of some fancy gift store he ponders for a moment before going inside. Surely they must have something for the couple. The strong smell of vanilla and cinnamon hits his nose and Jack pulls the headphones of in case he needs to ask for help. Which he probably will because he has no idea what to buy.

The store is small but cozy and filled with small unique Knick knacks, candles, porcelain and what looks like some type of fancy candies. It feels like a store his mom would love, he takes a mental note to bring her next time they’re in Jersey.

Suddenly Jack feels a presence by his feet grabbing his attention, looking down he’s met with the sight of a cat that resembles a fluff ball. He’s never been much of a cat person but having those blue eyes staring at him Jack can’t resist squatting down and petting the light fur. The cat lets out a small meow, stroking it’s head against the palm of his hand. “What’s your name huh? Cute lil buddy.” Jacks voice is soft as he continues petting the animal, the cat purring in answer.

“I see that Dude has made a new friend.” The unknown female voice makes Jack freeze in place. Hand still in the air he turns his head. A girl dressed in a white long sleeve, black overalls and converse stands above him. A huge smile on her face as she looks down at the boy and cat. “His name is dude?” Jack laughs turning his attention back to the cat. “Hey there Dude. I don’t really like cats but you seem cool.” The girl let’s out a snort at him telling Dude that he doesn’t like cats.

“Is he yours?” Jack stands up from his previous position, he notices that the girl is about a head shorter than him making him tower over her. “Yep, been my partner in crime the last three years.” She bends down picking up Dude in her arms. He seems content with it as he starts rubbing his face against the exposed skin of her neck.

“How did you come up with the name dude?”

“I tried about 100 names and one day I got frustrated and yelled come on dude at him and it was the only thing he reacted too.” The admission earning a loud laugh from the hockey player.

“I’m Jack by the way.” She takes his outstretched hand and he misses the warmth of her skin as soon as she lets go. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Jack.”

The two stand there for almost an hour just talking and Y/N helping him find a present for the wedding. It’s easy to talk to the store owner, she’s sarcastic and funny. Like a breath of fresh air after a thunderstorm. Maybe she could be his date? She seems like the type to help a person out and they just met so if she says no he won’t die of embarrassment.

Deciding to take caution to the wind Jack takes a deep breath he goes down on one knee as Y/N has her back to him wrapping the present on the counter. A noise of surprise rises from her throat when she notices this almost stranger down on the floor. “What is going on?” Y/N flicks her gaze between Jack and Dude who is sitting next to the male staring at him with confusion. Or at least as confused as a cat can look.

“This might sound crazy but Y/N will you please be my date to the wedding? I told everyone I would bring a date and I don’t have one, I’ll owe you a favour.” She thinks about it before loudly laughing. Jacks face burns from embarrassment, certain that she’ll reject him. Then a beaming smile spreads across her lips and Jack feels like he can breath again.

“Yeah Jack I’ll gladly be your date to the wedding. Do you have any purple ties?”

#nhl imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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Hi! So I have a rambling explanation that’s going to lead into a genuine question about making a website somewhat like a03 or finding alternatives to a site I will mention (it’s not a03 don’t worry)

I am a non/disney editor, crossover artist, amv maker and deep faker and any other term for “make videos of characters in canon or au type scenarios to music”. I’m also a fanficcer. And I remember when being wary of Anne Rice and Archie Comics and DC was a thing. A teacher, to cover his ass for an assignment of mine, taught me how to write an apology letter to a company on the offhand my hand written basically Batman fanfiction, made it’s way online or was heard about. I was in the tail end right before A03 but I am extremely grateful that the site exists. Okay. So now I need to talk about the Owl House. In season three episode special one, Luz Noceda makes an amv coming out to her mom.

Editor friends in a private discord were both happy and worried. Luz is one of us….but also Disney knows about us, to some level. Nothings happened I’ve just been stewing and I’m just worried something might hit the fan for the community given many of us use Disney media (hard not to when 80% of things put out is by them) So I’m asking how one would make a platform like A03 but for video media. Or if there’s things you know like that. YouTube is getting more and more difficult for anyone nowadays too.

Again, nothings really happened yet, I just can’t get it out of my head

Video is worlds harder than text, but you know that.

There are a couple of approaches here: First, more is more. The more sites you have your stuff on, the smaller the chance that Disney can nuke all of them. Second, if you're not just using youtube and getting good at playing the algorithm, you need some way for people to find you or to keep track of all your alternate hosting.

Vidders of the oldschool sort have taken to using AO3. It doesn't have native hosting, of course, but it provides a stable URL and useful fandom-based tagging without algorithm bullshit. It's also a decent way to get vids out there if you only have download links and no streaming (though, of course, that means fewer views). You can embed a bunch of different copies of the same thing in the same work.

I don't know of a ton of fannish attempts at video hosting that are open to everyone. The only person I can think of who's heavily working on that is the guy behind Vidders.net who has a few different projects going.

For other hosting options, I'd see what AO3 currently has whitelisted for embedding. Two obvious ones are Critical Commons and Archive.org.

Broadly, yes, fanvids and AMVs have been subject to even more disastrous mass deletions than fanfic has, and far fewer of them have been saved by other fans because video files are huge.

Oldschool AMVs in the strict sense (i.e. Japanese anime and not Disney) are catalogued and sometimes hosted on animemusicvideos.org. Oldschool Media Fandom has some vidding archivists, and really old stuff was released on tape and then disc, and people still have their copies of those. But online-only fannish video stuff from the 00s and 10s has massive gaps in the historical record already.

Disney is quiescent now, but they haven't always been, and neither have other rights holders. Worse, a bunch of hosts vidders liked just up and deleted their entire sites, wiping out eras of videos and commentary.

Your stuff is in less danger than it would have been 10 years ago, as far as anyone can tell, but video is always in massive danger of disappearing.

If you actually succeed at video!AO3, more power to you! I'm just skeptical that you'll be up to the technical and financial challenge if you don't already know more than you currently do, you know?

Hosting video has, among other problems, the issue that people trading actual abuse materials will upload their videos to your service. Hosts often play whackamole with illegal and traumatizing content. I've known people whose jobs exposed them to this shit, and they were... not okay.

I guess you could make things slightly easier on yourself if you restricted video to cartoons only, but then you'd have the same issues amvs.org does where people who start as one kind of editor start working with other footage and keep trying to upload the wrong thing.

It's often not really viable to host unless you make everyone pay and/or you're authorizing a few dozen accounts of people you've vetted, not running a service just anyone can sign up for. Hosting a hundred videos for friends that you have reviewed and know to be fanvids/amvs is a lot easier than hosting enough stuff that you can't personally review it all.

If you or anyone else is interested in trying to start a site, I'd go check out the various writings by Denise (who runs Dreamwidth). She has some twitter threads and posts on enforcement and running a platform. I remember she talked about the tech people use to detect CSAM from known law enforcement databases.

I don't want to be a downer here, but there are serious legal implications to being the actual host as opposed to just running a discord or something on someone else's platform and reporting some fucker if they try to post illegal shit.

If I were you, I'd get my buddies together, embed all our works on AO3, and then maybe make a collection or tagging standards so we could find each other's stuff.

For hosting, I'd add the Internet Archive, Vimeo, Dropbox, Google Drive, etc. to Youtube and do a periodic audit of AO3 works to make sure links were still working.

AO3 already has a lot of tags that have been made filterable, like Fanvids, AMV, Video Format: Streaming, etc.

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beewolfwrites · 1 year

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The Oar in the Sand - Chapter Fourteen: Shelter

Happy New Year and happy new chapter! Thanks for waiting guys :)

AO3 link is here

For anyone new to Alice in Borderland, this is Chishiya x OC/Reader (You can read it either way). The links to all chapters in this fic and the fic before it, including AO3 links, can be found at the top of my tumblr.

Thanks for reading!

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Condensation dripped down the windows of the izakaya, pooling on the sills and benches. With my fingertip, I caught a stray drop from the edge of the windowsill and allowed it to trickle between my fingers. Across the room, Kuina was lying on a banquette. Her arm was draped over her eyes to block out what little light filtered into the room. Chishiya was sitting opposite to me in a booth, his head resting against a divider.

‘Do you think it’s safe to go out there?’ I asked.

‘From Niragi or from the rain?’ Chishiya’s eyes were closed, his body perfectly still, and if it weren’t for his question, one would assume he was asleep.

‘I didn’t just mean Niragi. It’s kind of hard to see where the King of Spades is from here.’

‘We’d probably hear his blimp anyway,’ Kuina murmured. ‘And if he really was here, we’d be dead.’

Despite the atmosphere of the room, we were all wide awake, almost waiting for the next big event to come crashing through the door. It had only been three days since the second stage began, but we had faced non-stop challenges. From our run-in with the King of Spades, to being chased by Niragi, Tatta’s tragic death… in the quiet of the izakaya, it was as if we were waiting for a battle to begin.

The only question is, what will it be?

The hanging signs outside creaked in the wind, swinging back and forth as the rain picked up. From the banquette, Kuina muttered, ‘Why doesn’t Niragi ever die? He’s been burned alive, beaten up by Aguni and Arisu, and me too. How is he still running around?’

‘Cockroaches are known for being persistent,’ Chishiya murmured.

‘Kuina,’ I said quietly. ‘I really am sorry about your apartment.’

She hummed indifferently. ‘We’ve got a whole city of them. I might even find a better one, maybe with a private swimming pool and a gym, the kind Yamapi has.’ She chuckled under her breath. ‘Who knows? I could be as chiselled as him by the time I go back home.’

I knew Kuina was just trying to lighten the mood, but the frustration was building up inside me. No matter how hard we tried, it was impossible to shake Niragi off. If I had known things would get this bad, I would have avoided him more back at the Beach. But could I really have done much differently? I wasn’t exactly the one who burned his room and set him on fire, all I did was reject him. It was getting tiring, fighting him off all the time, constantly dodging bullets.

Speaking of which…

‘I should have asked this before,’ I said, 'but is anyone hurt?’

Aside from a speckle of bruises on my arms and legs, and my throat, which was still burning from Niragi’s grip, I was completely uninjured. Kuina lifted her arm from her face and inspected herself. Her shoulder had been hit by flying glass.

‘It’s just a scratch,’ she assured me. ‘I’ve definitely had worse.’

She was smiling, but I knew her better than that. The glitter of blood was visible even in the dim light, a drop oozing down her shoulder like the rain on the window.

‘We’ll find a clinic or a hospital,’ I told her. ‘Chishiya’s really good at this stuff.’

I focused my attention on him next. He looked calm, almost totally at peace. But having barely escaped Shinjuku Gyoen National Park with him before, I knew how skilled he was at hiding his injuries.

‘Chishiya?’

He ignored me, his eyes firmly closed. For someone who criticised everyone’s predictability, he was rather predictable himself. I leaned over the booth table and reached for the zipper of his hoodie. His fingers clasped my wrist before I could.

‘It’s nothing,’ he stated, finally opening his eyes. ‘Just leave it alone.’

‘You remember that time after that Hunting Season game, don’t you?’ I reminded him. ‘The Two of Spades. You had to limp all the way back to the Beach. If you get septicemia, how are you going to win your next game?’

He perked up at this. ‘Oh? I thought you were against me playing?’

I pulled my wrist free. ‘Come on, just let me see it. It’s not like I’m going to make it worse.’

‘I wouldn’t put it past you,’ he muttered, then slid his hood down. But instead of unzipping it as I’d expected, he pulled back his hair to expose the base of his neck. His wound from our encounter with the King of Spades had begun to bleed again, the dark crimson seeping through the dressing and leaving spots on the inside of his hoodie. My hand instinctively reached out to touch it, but I hesitated. He’d already made it clear that he didn’t want me poking and prodding it, and I didn’t want it to become more aggravated and painful than it already was.

‘God… why didn’t you say something?’

He shrugged me away and pulled his hoodie back into place. ‘It’s nothing I can’t fix myself.’

‘Yeah,’ I said, thinking back to our previous first-aid session. ‘I wonder who helped you patch it up the first time though.’

He turned away, refusing to back down. On the banquette, Kuina groaned and sat up. She fixed her hair and leaned back against the wall, looking more exhausted than I’d ever seen her. The shadows under her eyes were more pronounced, as if she had aged several years since our first meeting.

‘You know, sometimes I miss the Beach.’ Seeing the look on mine and Chishiya’s faces, she held up a hand. ‘Hear me out, I know it was crazy. Hatter was bonkers, the whole place was a cult, and we went through hell and back just to try and get out of there. But I forgot how easy it was. We didn’t have to move around all the time, it was warm too. Fresh water. Food.’

‘And we didn’t have to dodge anti-tank rifles,’ I added. My skin still tingled with the hot blast of metal and glass as the van exploded before us.

Kuina sighed deeply. ‘All those games seem easy now, looking back. The King of Clubs game had way too many rules, it was impossible to keep track at first.’

The last time Kuina mentioned the King of Clubs, she’d skipped out on a lot of the details. Seeing her look so torn up, I hadn’t wanted to pressurise her, but she seemed a little more open to talking about it now.

‘You didn’t tell me back in the hardware store,’ I said. ‘What was the King like?’

She snorted. ‘He was ballsy, for sure.’

Out the corner of my eye, Chishiya smirked. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked. ‘Like he was really confident?’

‘Yeah,’ she snickered. ‘He wasn’t afraid to lay himself bare - really stripped back the layers.’

Glancing back and forth between Chishiya’s sly expression and Kuina’s inability to keep a straight face, there was clearly something I was missing here. A language pun, perhaps?

‘ヌーデスト,’ Chishiya muttered under his breath, so quiet I had almost missed it.

‘What?!’ I spluttered. ‘For real?’ The rain outside was now lashing against the window. ‘Wasn’t he cold?’

Kuina’s shoulders shook lightly as she held back a giggle. ‘I don’t know. Probably. But he seemed genuinely cool, like someone you’d want to be friends with in the real world. He made all this big fuss about dying with your ideals, fighting for your life with all you’ve got, you know the kind.’

Hearing this, Kuina’s experience married with my own. These citizens didn’t seem like the kind of people who would design death games, killing people just for fun. They seemed genuine, approachable, and very, very human.

‘The Queen of Diamonds was the same. She kept talking about good and evil - Nietzsche. How our perceptions are limited by a black and white approach to morality.’

Kuina smiled shyly. ‘Sorry, I’m not exactly a Nietzsche expert. You’re going to have to explain it.’

‘He wrote a book called Beyond Good and Evil. Basically he says that it’s impossible to categorise people or actions as either good or evil, and that way of thinking isn’t even useful to us anyway. By removing yourself from that thought process, you can see the world for how it really is.’ I paused, remembering the clatter of the Queen’s shoe clattering to the floor in her final moments. ‘She made it pretty clear that she wasn’t our enemy.’

The room was silent, any humour we shared over the King of Clubs suddenly grim as we tried to fit the puzzle pieces together. Someone had to have designed this parallel world. It was too complex, with too many rules and systems to just be a natural coincidence.

‘Unless they’re also following rules too,’ Chishiya said, at last. ‘Like the dealers, there could be someone even higher than them. A hierarchy.’

His words triggered a memory… something the Queen had said. It was a small slip of the tongue, but it spoke volumes. Chishiya’s theory might have been right after all.

‘When I tried to question her in the game,’ I began, ‘the Queen claimed she’d “said too much already”. It was like she knew that if she said the wrong thing, something bad would happen. Kind of like Asahi and the lasers.’

Kuina and Chishiya nodded slowly. They had both seen it too, the way Asahi announced in the middle of the hotel lobby, loud and clear, that she was a dealer of the Witch Hunt game. The laser had immediately silenced her. It was evidently a rule that she knew about beforehand.

‘Argh!’ Kuina groaned, rubbing her eyes furiously. ‘The more I think about this, the more I’m getting a headache!’

‘Me too,’ I admitted.

Kuina stood up and stretched her arms above her head, wincing slightly due to the cut on her shoulder.

‘Right!’ She clapped her hands. ‘Who wants to go on a trip to the hospital?’

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The hospital was a terracotta building with dark panelled glass running alongside the eastern exterior wall. The entrance itself was hidden under a canopy which the three of us were able to shelter beneath. The rain hadn’t let up at all and the wind whipped through my clothes. I rubbed my arms, hoping to retain at least some body heat.

‘This way,’ Chishiya said, taking off towards a set of glass double doors. Kuina and I followed, eager to get out of the cold.

Our original plan had been to head for the Tokyo Metropolitan Otsuka Hospital, but once we had grown closer, so had the King of Spades. His blimp was hovering over Toshima City, heading southwest towards Shibuya, and although the blimp was moving away from us, we decided it was best to stay out of the King’s radar altogether, if such a thing was possible. So, we headed deeper into Bunkyo City, where Chishiya acted as our compass, directing us towards the nearest medical centre.

Inside there was a reception desk with several white couches lining the centre of the lobby. Posters with cartoon viruses advertised flu jabs and warned against the dangers of antibiotic overuse. At one end of the lobby was a newspaper and snack kiosk.

‘Yes!’ Kuina immediately headed over to the kiosk and rifled through a display. She held up a bag of cookies and a packet of instant noodles. ‘There’s enough here for a few days. We could stay the night, too.’

‘Plenty of beds upstairs, I guess,’ I said, flicking through a home decor magazine. There was a lingering tragedy about the glossy pages with warm homes with trinkets and ornaments, and DIY craft tutorials. In the real world, I never would have bothered with a magazine like this. But now, my heart yearned for its simplicity.

Maybe if I go back, I’ll finally buy one of these magazines.

‘Let’s go,’ Chishiya said. ‘We can talk about it upstairs.’

He led us towards a flight of stairs, without even bothering to work out where it lead. I didn’t question him on this. He seemed twitchier than usual, and I wondered whether the wound on his neck was bothering him.

‘It doesn’t look like many people have raided this place yet,’ Kuina remarked as we walked down a long hallway, passing signs for radiology, cardiology, outpatients.

‘Maybe they have.’ My eyes paused on an empty sandwich wrapper on a windowsill. ‘Though we’ll know depending on how many supplies are left.’

‘There are boxes stashed in the basement,’ Chishiya stated.

He turned, and pushed open another set of double doors which opened up onto a large ward with its own reception desk, a recovery room, and several doors marked 手術室.

Operating theatres?

‘Why don’t you two sit down in there?’ I nodded toward the recovery room. ‘I’ll grab some stuff from the storeroom.’

Kuina happily hopped on a bed, but Chishiya’s expression was stony. ‘You won’t even know what you’re looking for. ’

‘I will,’ I insisted. ‘You taught me, remember?’

He didn’t say anything, but the glint in his eyes revealed that he remembered it clearly. Sitting on his bed with a bowl of water and a cloth, the quiet conversation on intelligence and God, and the brush of cold fingers against his skin.

‘Are you really going to be like this?’ I urged. ‘It’s not like I’m going to come back with a hammer and nails.’

‘Hmm? And did you ever fix the bathroom door?’

Did he just?!

I was almost too stunned to speak. ‘Hey! That’s so not fair, you were the one who broke it.’ He brushed past me without answering, persistent on grabbing the items himself. ‘Chishiya!’ I called, following along behind him.

He didn’t protest when I entered the supply room and started pulling out drawers, choosing tape, gauze, dressings, chlorhexidine. With two of us there, it didn’t take us long to find what we needed, and in spite of all the fuss he made, I had the feeling that he actually didn’t mind my help.

He worked on Kuina’s cut first, the two of them sitting on one of the recovery beds as he disinfected and treated her wound. They were deep in a hushed conversation, and I took the opportunity to wander around the ward.

The operating theatres were cold and sterile, but exploring a single door hidden in an alcove, I happened upon a kitchenette that opened up into what looked like a staff room. Bench seating lined the back wall, and in the corner they had managed to squeeze in a table and eight chairs. All along the walls were cork boards, pinned with the latest notices, changes in policies, new orders for supplies arriving. I couldn’t help but enjoy reading them; the small scraps of handwritten notes were a glimpse of a world long-gone. My eyes scanned several sticky notes and reminders, trying to decipher the Japane—

My gaze stilled on a sheet of paper titled 木曜日の研修会. Beneath, several names had been scrawled in different colours of pen by different hands.

阿久田　小衿

伝谷　一向

苣屋　駿太郎

鈴木　大翔

Although I couldn’t understand the kanji, one name stuck out. I had seen that handwriting before on a post-it note stuck to the top of a homemade taser. I would have have recognised it anywhere.

苣屋　駿太郎

A smile pulled at the corners of my lips as I gently touched the characters with my fingertips, tracing each blue pen stroke. I was only vaguely aware of the footsteps sounding from the kitchenette.

‘Did you find something useful?’

I kept my gaze on the writing, absorbing every small character, the tiny intricacies of each kanji. ‘You didn’t tell us this was your hospital.’

The way he led us here… he didn’t even bother looking at the signs…

Maybe I should have noticed that this was the University of Tokyo Hospital, but I hadn’t stopped to read the signs either.

‘It didn’t really matter,’ Chishiya said.

I glanced over at him. He had already reapplied a new dressing to the wound on his neck, the surrounding skin tinged orange with the chlorhexidine. His hair was unkempt and his face looked older, somehow, as if the Borderlands had aged us.

Pointing towards the title at the top of the sheet, I asked, ‘What does this mean? I know it says Thursday’s something… but this longer word.’

He sauntered over to the pinboard, taking one brief look at the sheet of paper. ‘Training session. They ran training for medical students and junior doctors every Thursday.’ He paused, the barest hint of a smirk. ‘I didn’t know you knew how to spell my name.’

‘I don’t,’ I admitted. ‘It’s your handwriting. You have a slight slant to it, and when you draw those tiny boxes in kanji, you make the corners really sharp, like spikes.’

‘…I see.’

I sat down on the bench seats, relaxing into the smooth, squishy material. I could almost imagine Chishiya sitting somewhere like this with a paper cup of terrible coffee. ‘What’s your medical speciality? You never really told me about it, but you must have one.’

‘Cardiovascular surgery,’ he replied. ‘I was curious about the human heart.’

In more ways than one, huh?

Unexpectedly, he moved to sit beside me, leaning back until I could feel the warmth of his skin through his hoodie. It was so tempting to just shift my head a few inches and nestle into his shoulder, but I didn’t want to hurt his wound any further.

‘I don’t know if I’d want you cutting me open on a table,’ I said lightly. ‘You might accidentally nick my aorta.’

‘I don’t do anything by accident.’

‘And that’s supposed to be reassuring, Dr Chishiya?’

‘Oh?’ His eyes narrowed as he slowly leaned closer, his breath fanning my nose and cheeks. ‘Who said I was trying to be reassuring?’

As if swept along by the tide, I was drawn into his kiss, his hands supporting the small of my back as I was pushed further into the bench seating. His figure hovered over mine, his body the warmest thing in the room, and I slipped both arms under his hoodie, trying to lessen the space between us. It was a little disconcerting given he wasn’t someone who often initiated physical intimacy, and part of me was slightly suspicious, but I wanted to take this moment for everything it was worth.

But then…

I broke away from his kiss. ‘Do you really thing we should be doing this now?’

He hummed, uncaring, and buried his face in the crook of my neck. ‘Your doctor says it’s fine, so it’s fine.’

‘Kuina’s right outside,’ I whispered, trying to resist his pull. ‘What if she walks in?’

‘Who cares? That’s her problem.’

The sky outside was darkening, a fusion of the rainclouds and the sunset. In the deep blue light, Chishiya’s hair had regained its silvery hue and his eyes glittered with amusement, just like they had when he’d first treated my bullet graze in the pharmacy. Except the scene was a mirror image — a total inversion of our relationship back then. He was propped up on his elbows, one hand resting against my head as his fingertips played with a lock of my hair — something that would have been pure fantasy several weeks ago. Looking at him now, it was like staring into the eyes of a totally different person.

Well, I guess he’s not totally different.

‘Chishiya.’ Comfortable against the bench seats, I didn’t want to move, but I had to ask… ‘How many days are left on your visa?’

Some of the humour disappeared from his face as he considered his answer. ‘It’s been three days since the second stage started. I suppose since the games stopped after we finished the Witch Hunt, I’ve got one week left.’

So it’s not urgent.

Relief coursed through me, but really, there was still one other issue. If Chishiya waited a week before taking part in another game, there was a chance the Diamond and Hearts games could be completed already, and Spades and Clubs were hardly his strengths. Even though I’d said that I didn’t plan on competing again, it looked like I was going to have to take back my own words.

‘Look,’ I mumbled, ‘I know you want to try one of the games. You’re always checking the blimps, and even though I don’t like it, realistically there’s nothing I can do to stop you from taking part, even if I wanted to.’

Chishiya’s stare was intent, his interest already piqued. His fingers stilled, no longer playing with my hair. ‘And?’

‘I want to make another deal.’ I didn’t intend for the words to come out so unsteadily, but my heart was thrumming so loud I was sure he could feel it. ‘You can take part in a game - any game you want - but we’ll complete it together.’

‘No.’

‘I know you said you don’t want me taking part in your games—’

‘So it’s settled.’

‘No, it’s not.’ I slid my hand up to rest on his cheek. My fingers were icy cold, but he seemed unbothered. ‘I get that you want to prove yourself, even if I don’t really understand why, but I can’t just wave you goodbye and hope for the best. If I’m there, you’ll have one less enemy to think about. I want to do everything I can to make sure you win.’

He raised an eyebrow. ‘And if there’s only one winner?’

I gulped. It was a very real possibility. ‘Then so be it.’

His lips curled at the edges, but there was no enjoyment there. ‘Are you really willing to risk an outcome like that? How selfish.’

Selfish?

What a strange word choice. Was it really selfish to want someone else to live on for you?

‘Like I said, you could choose any game you want. It doesn’t have to be Diamonds - you can keep those. Just let me have tomorrow with you. One day together - just in case things don’t go to plan.’

He was silent for several seconds, but those seconds stretched on as he meditated over my proposal. And just when I thought he was going to shut the idea down entirely, he eventually reached a calm decision.

‘Fine. ’

‘Fine?’

‘You win,’ he said. ‘But you can’t argue with my choice of game, even if you don’t like it.’

Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled his face down to mine, meeting halfway with a kiss. ‘Thank you, Chishiya.’

I melted into his embrace, knowing that this time around, we would complete a game together. As a team. Even if it meant putting my own life on the line, I wanted him to win. I wanted him to return home a different person, someone unlike his father, capable of love and kindness, and genuine laughter that he could feel deep inside instead of just perform. I wanted him to have a life worth living.

Somewhere down the line, Chishiya’s hands had slid inside my shirt, his kisses becoming more and more urgent. Drawing my shirt up, his cool fingertips drew constellations on my skin, every trace of his fingernails sending stars reverberating through my entire being.

‘What the fuck?’

My eyes flew open. Chishiya stilled, pulled away slightly, but didn’t move beyond this. Kuina was standing in the doorway, her jaw slack.

Oh no…

‘Oh my god, I can’t believe you two!’ She paced back and forth, shaking her head. ‘You could have just said you wanted privacy or made up an excuse instead of just disappearing.’

Oh no no no…

My cheeks glowed hot with humiliation, whereas Chishiya was entirely disinterested by the intrusion, re-directing his attention back to the column of my throat. As enjoyable as his ministrations were, the moment was already broken. I patted his shoulder, the signal to retreat.

‘You’re still… Christ!’ Palms firmly over her eyes, Kuina scrambled to the door. ‘I was literally just in the other room, how am I supposed to unsee this?!’

‘Wait,’ I tried to scramble away. ‘Stop it Chishiya. Kuina, wait!’

Even as the door creaked to a close, Kuina’s protests echoed throughout the empty ward. Burying my face in the warmth of Chishiya’s shoulder, it was impossible to hold back laughter.

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A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 2 of ?

Hi guys!

From this part we can finally see Ricky in the story, hope you'll like it :)

Warnings: mentioning drugs and alcohol.

Taggs: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @melissa-anderson

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Being in a band and having a relationship can be very hard, especially when both of you are traveling all over the world. Seeing each other can become a challenge when your schedules are not matching. Therefore, I am more than happy that after nearly two months I’m going to see my boyfriend, Ben Bruce of Asking Alexandria. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and I’m glad we managed to make it work.

We have just arrived at the Warped Tour, unpacking our bags, while I just realized Ben did not call me back. I don’t know when their bus is going to arrive, the only thing I know is that tomorrow they are going to play before us. I heard Andrew calling me from the front of the bus and I looked again hoping there will be at least a message – nothing yet. Maybe they are packing now or have something important to do. I put my phone in my pocket and made my way to Andrew.

“Yes, what’s happening?”

“I just found out there is a party tonight, before the madness that will start tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood for a party.”

“Of course you are. Did your amazing boyfriend upset you or what?”

Now I was furious. The guys from the band never liked Ben, especially Xander had a problem with him. The reason being his previous reputation. Before we would even meet each other he was known for sleeping around, drinking and sometimes taking drugs – the rock n’ roll lifestyle. They were not happy when I announced we are together and still teasing me to this day. I really hope someday this will stop and see what a great guy he is.

“Fine, I’ll be there. But I won’t promise I’ll stay that much.”

“That’s my girl.”

I felt my phone vibrating, knowing I got a message – it was Ben.

~Hey babe, can’t talk on the phone right now, we just left. I’m sorry I’ll be late but I’ll see you at the party tonight. Love you!~

While I was trying to not get upset, not being his fault, I received another message. This time was one of my best friends, Chris Cerulli.

~Let’s hang out in our bus, I have someone I want you to meet.~

“I’m going to see Chris, want to join?”

“Sure, have not seen the dude in ages.”

It’s funny that for as long as we’ve been friends, everyone thought we were a thing. Sometimes we will make jokes about it, but we have never seen each other as something more than friends. We met at the Warped Tour a couple of years ago and he was the one to help us around. He took care of me when different guys tried to hit on me, just to get what they want. I see him as my big brother and the one I could trust with my entire being.

Andrew and I were close to their bus, when I saw Chris standing outside at a table. After a couple of seconds, he saw me as well and we started to run to each other. He took me in his arms and gave me a little spin.

“I can’t remember when I saw you last time. I see you are still crushing everyone’s hearts.”

“Oh, shut up. I’ve wanted to say I missed you but I just changed my mind.”

While the three of us were chatting, I saw the door from the bus open. A guy I’ve never seen before made his way towards us.

“Lexus, remember I said I have someone I want you to meet? This is Ricky, our new bass player.”

“Hi, nice to meet you. I am a fan of your music, the last album is really great.”

“Thank you, Ricky. I hope Chris will learn some manners from you, he really needs those kinds of skills.”

He just smiled at me, maybe did not have the courage yet to make jokes with the guys. Looking at him, I see how well he fits the band.

“Well, Andrew and I have to go, we need to get ready for the party. See you guys tonight?”

“Of course, we can’t miss it.”

“It was nice meeting you Ricky, can’t wait to hear you playing.”

While we made our way to the bus, I saw Andrew having a little smirk on his face.

“What stupid thoughts do you have now?”

“I saw the way you were looking at Ricky. I just know Ben would’ve not been happy if he saw that.”

“I was not looking at him in some way. My only thoughts were that his looks match the band.”

“I’m sure that is all.” , smirking even more, if that is possible.

When we arrived at the bus I went straight to my bed. I just wanted to sleep for a bit, before I will start to get ready for the party.

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I just arrived at the party with the guys and my boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen. My mind made it worse, thinking he will surprise me in some way, that being the reason he did not gave me any sign. Seth and Andrew made their way to get us some drinks, while I was waiting along with Xander.

“You know I don’t like Ben in general, but now I hate him even more seeing how upset you are.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Maybe he is busy and I don’t want to be in his way.”

Xander was not happy at all with my answer. I rolled my eyes and got my drink from Seth’s hand and waved them goodbye. Before we got out of the bus they said with who they want to hang out. Even though I consider those persons friends as well, tonight I wanted to stay with Chris, for not seeing him in a long time.

“You just got here and I already see whisky in your hand.”

“I thought you knew me better.”

He started laughing and lead me to where the rest of the guys from MIW were. They were all chatting and suddenly stopped when they saw me. I never had a problem with them and always felt comfortable in their presence.

“Is Ben here too?”

“No. He said he will be but I don’t know more than that.”

He remarked the pain in my voice when I answered so he decided to just nod and close the subject.

“I will go to get a drink too. Stay here, I will be back as fast as I can.”

The rest of the guys were having a separate conversation and I was trying to follow along. Ricky saw me being left a little behind and came to my rescue.

“Don’t worry, I don’t understand what they are talking about either.”

I started laughing a little and he changed the spot to be closer to me, so we can hear each other better with all the loud music that was around.

“Have you been friends with them for a long time, Lexus?”

“Yeah, for a couple of years now. Chris helped me to understand how this tour works.”

“He is a nice guy, so I understand that. I actually met him a couple of months ago and that’s why I am here today.”

“Well, I’m sure he made the right decision about you. Actually, I saw earlier that your set is right after us.”

“Indeed, I hope you will not be there to see how much of a mess I am.”

“I’m sure you are not that bad. You have to hear me playing bass and you’ll change your mind about yourself.”

He smiled at me and took a sip of his drink while maybe thinking of another subject to discuss.

“Maybe it’s not okay to say that, especially when I just met you but I heard Chris said something about you today.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, he is worried about you. More exactly about your relationship.”

“Of course he is. You can ask everyone in here what they think about Ben and you’ll get why he is worried.”

He tried to say something more when his eyes set on something else. When I was about to ask what happened, I heard a familiar voice.

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