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toji-girl · 2 months

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watch me | t. fushiguro

synopsis: After a messy breakup, you require a new job which leads you to work for the biggest porn site in the industry but little did you know that it would lead to the one thing you didn't want.

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tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + repost + porn star au + Toji stalks you and is very possessive and in love with you he's sick with it + you x other character + fingering + you get horny a lot + roleplay + spitting + Toji man handles you + consensual recording + praising + unprotected sex + sending nudes to Toji + sexting + phone/video sex + talks about sex work + blowjob + pussy eating + brief pussy job + breeding + lots of kissin' + snow balling + sensual sex + 69 position + hand job + teasing + nipple play + + feedback is appreciated + any missing tag lmk

for kinktober '23 | PLEASE do NOT use coconut oil as lube! this is written for fictitious purposes only!! also pls forgive me because I couldn't find much information on how to become a porn star so I made things up dfhztht

You looked down at the boxes by your feet with a frown while your dad kept pulling them from your trunk with irritated huffs. “He couldn’t even help you? What a real piece of work. I knew that guy was not a good man.” He muttered picking up a bag with a grunt with you not wanting to correct him on the situation, you didn’t want him helping or coming over to your new place even though he offered.

With no choice, you followed after him holding a box to take in your new apartment after moving out and breaking up with Toji, and naturally, your father couldn’t stand to see his daughter so hurt over a man way older than you.

Not only did he break your heart but kicked you out and left you to fend for yourself, and no matter even if you did tell him, it was your decision, he would still blame him, he’s never liked the raven-haired man since you brought him over to dinner three years ago.

There was no way you could sleep in the same bed without Toji. He etched himself deep inside you to the point that there were no takebacks, not that you’d want that anyway. You looked around your new barren living room trying to focus your thoughts on something positive like how should you decorate?

“Will you be okay here by yourself? You weren’t any better off with him, but you know you’re welcome to come back home any time.” Your dad spoke in a soft tone but uttered him with such disgust you could almost taste it in the back of your throat.

You looked over at him with a soft reassuring smile. “Yes Dad, don’t worry and I know but being twenty-seven and having to move back in with your parents is a little embarrassing thanks for the offer though.”

He stayed and helped as long as you allowed before pushing him out of the door telling him that you’ll lock the doors and windows. Two hours later you found yourself alone laying on your bare mattress on your phone scrolling through it, too tired from earlier to move.

Your thumb stopped on a post that should’ve been deleted a long time ago on the account you shared with him, a video of you and Toji in bed naked and sweaty in the prone bone position, the audio was on and you could hear his hips slapping your ass with each harsh thrust.

Instantly you reported the video and debated on texting him feeling an ache grow between your legs, anger bubbling like roiling water in your lower belly as you jabbed at the screen with a finger feeling your head throb with a headache that loomed like a heavy shadow pressing down.

“Hello sweetheart,” his voice came over the other side in a purr when he answered, the video playing in your head while you chewed on your bottom lip as Toji waited for you to respond while he lounged on the couch, his hand stuck down his pants resting against his boxers listening to your rapid breathing, he cleared his throat and getting your attention.

You sighed and sat up putting him on speakerphone to begin making your bed in order to release some sort of tension. “You need to delete that video of us right now, I reported it immediately! We agreed on everything else going on the account but that one! Why now?”

He listened to you talk while spreading his legs wider wishing you were here instead. “I didn’t mean to upload it. Was scrollin’ through my gallery, the video popped up and I couldn’t resist not watching us. Did you watch it? You can’t tell me you don’t miss that.” Toji replied knowing he has you flustered and aroused thinking about him.

Thankfully he couldn’t see you, your legs clenched together to relieve the throbbing that made your pussy weep like a maple tree; sticky and sweet oozing from between your pussylips creating a mess in your panties. “Stop! You’re a pervert, don’t do it again, we’re broken up.” You hissed and hung up with a huff.

Your head rang like a bell causing a migraine to split at the base of your skull, you pushed past the pain and did everything in a haste trying your best not to think about him and his sinful traps to lure you back. It was a very messy breakup, to say the least. He was far too possessive and jealous and he didn't want to let you go so easily.

Some part of you knew he was always going to be the one who you’d forever talk about no matter what even though he acted the way he did but it was a love story that ended early leaving you with no happy ending.

After you trudged through your nightly routine you curled into the middle of the bed listening to your neighbor's thump around next door, the sound only made your head hurt worse until it felt like your skull was going to combust.

Two hours later you managed to fall asleep in a light slumber, your blankets tangled up as you tossed and turned around on the mattress. It’s been two weeks since you’ve slept with Toji and it’s been rough after being with him for so long.

Four years, two of them living together. Now you felt sad and empty trying to cauterize the gaping wound in your heart but knew it was for the best, too much arguing and not enough communication. There were a lot of physical aspects though to the relationship that weren’t so easily forgotten.

Your dreams dipped in and out until you finally fully succumbed to a deep sleep, your brain played the memory of you and him earlier. From the beginning of the day of your first year anniversary all the way to the hotel room when night fell bringing out the predator of Toji who devoured you whole leaving nothing to spit out when he was done with you, that night he took your soul and melded it with his in a way that could never be undone.

A moan slipped free from your lips as it progressed further until your body jerked you awake from a sudden boom on your bedroom wall shaking anything that was on it. You wanted to be mad but also thanked whoever it was that woke you up even though it was very early.

Dreaming about your ex and having a wet dream is not something you want to relive and hauled yourself out of bed to start the day even though it was well before anyone woke up but it gave you time to check things out on your laptop before starting the day.

Immediately you pulled up your email while waiting for a new job to write back when you saw a forwarded message from Toji titled Someone else likes your pretty pussy. With furrowed eyebrows, you opened the email and read it feeling your jaw drop to your chest.

Dear sweetbites21.

We came across a slew of your videos and we have to say we are impressed with the way you look on camera, then it came to our attention that there was a separation. If you're interested we’d love to have you on set, give us a call soon.

It was from the biggest porn website that had the best reputation and content, your eyes followed the words all the way down to Toji’s message with a snort. He was clearly jealous that they just wanted you and not him like some package deal.

You copied and pasted the number down and saved it in your phone intent on calling them later. To pass the time you spent the better part of your day unpacking and cleaning your apartment until everything was done before you rested.

Every part of your body ached and again you found yourself wishing Toji was here to massage your muscles then you remembered the email and quickly grabbed your phone to rid yourself of those thoughts.

When you dialed the number you sat back on the couch and tucked your legs under you waiting for someone to answer feeling your palms sweat. “Hello. This is Yui with Sex Simplified. How may I direct your call?” A voice soft and sweet spoke on the other side when the phone clicked.

“Hi, I just got an email last night about someone…” You broke off feeling a lump form in your throat thinking about Toji knowing he helped get you here, you gave her your name and information along with the username then listened to her type fast and quickly.

You waited a few minutes and looked down at your cushion rubbing along the material with your thumb. “I’m going to transfer you to our manager, have a good day.” Yui then switched the lines making the phone ring again for a minute.

“This is Aina.” It was clearly another female this time, she sounded older and warmer welcoming you. “Yes, hi, I just spoke to Yui. My ex sent me an email you sent to our couple account email.” You told her getting directly to the point.

She hummed softly and turned her computer on typing in the background. “You’re part of sweetbites21, right? I’ve watched a few videos and I really am impressed, you’re perfect for the camera with the way you work your body.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling your face flush with warmth at the praise. “Thank you so much, that means a lot and I am yes, we got that name the night for the very first video we uploaded with food play and we left bites all over each other.” The last part wasn’t necessary but just in case you explained it anyway.

Aina snorted a little and finished typing. “Your ex has a monster cock that would get views for sure, but we’re interested in only female leads right now so would you like to set up an interview with us?” She asked leaning back in her seat hoping you’d say yes knowing how much money you would be bringing in and she also knew that their star male case lead would love you.

The way she said monster cock made you burn with a mixture of things, longing to feel him inside you and jealously because she’s seen it, but so have other people and for a long time he was yours and you knew he was madly in love with you and had no eyes for anyone else.

“Sure! I’ve never done anything like this before though.” You replied hesitantly, this was different than just recording you and Toji, this was the big league and you’d be filmed with someone else, not your ex who knows your body inside and out. This would be a huge break for you, however.

“That’s what they always say, and I know you haven’t, just homemade videos with Monster Cock. Next Thursday can you be here around eight pm? We’ll conduct an interview then if everything goes well then you’ll meet our male lead, everyone loves him and you will too.”

You blinked at how sure Aina was sure of herself and found yourself nodding even though she couldn’t see it. “Uh, yeah I assume you’ll send me the location and stuff via email?” You asked feeling your stomach roll and your shoulders hike already even though it was a week away now.

Tuesday evening you found yourself in the aisle of the grocery store under lights that flickered, something that reminded you of a horror movie. Even though you knew it wouldn’t happen you still waited for the zombie apocalypse to start when you heard a throat clear from behind followed by a memorizing voice. “I just need to grab those mini cakes if you don’t mind.”

You turned around and looked at the person - no, it was more like a God. Tall and lanky with snow-white hair that framed a very pretty face with eyes that looked like water from the bluest glaciers, so bright and vibrant which only ended up distracting you from actually moving out of the stranger's way. “S-sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You explained with a sheepish smile.

The man hummed with a knowing smile as he reached out with one long slender arm grabbing two cakes of different flavors, the scent of clean laundry along with the faintest hint of vanilla wafted off him invading your nostrils. He smelled heavenly. Your eyes almost fluttered shut and your mouth began to water at the sight of him and how good he looked in his shirt that molded to him so perfectly and how soft his hair looked even under the lights. You wanted him.

You wondered why you were acting like a dog in heat wanting to all but hump the man's leg knowing who he is or what his name is, you just know that he’s intimidating and you like that. It’s been a month since you’ve been single and felt the touch of a human is what you chalked up the rush of hormones to be, all you wanted was to be loved and caressed again.

He definitely has the fingers and hands for it, lewd thoughts popped into your head of him fingering you in your car before folding you in half. “Do you want a picture or something?” The man teased as he watched you eye fuck him right in the middle of the store like a desperate stay-at-home wife who was bored and lonely at home wanting to be ravaged by someone.

“Sorry.” You stammered and gripped your basket turning on your heel to walk away from him and the strange meeting, the feelings never dissipated even when you got out of the store after buying a few random items in haste before you ran into him again knowing you’d stare at him.

The cool air made your skin break out in a wave of goosebumps as you walked to your car under the dark sky with a heavy sigh. Even with how beautiful it looked outside, the weight of everything has hollowed you out into nothing but a husk of your former self. The blue-eyed man was a loop that played in your head on the drive home followed by Toji who had a sixth sense.

You looked down at your phone seeing his name and number glaring back at you when you pulled into the parking lot weighing your options on what to do, however, curiosity got the best of you. “Hello?” You answered and got out of your car grabbing your bags then made your way upstairs with quickened steps to the front door.

“Heard you got the job working for SS, I’m not surprised. I told you we shoulda sent a video into them when we were together, you’re really going to let some other guy fuck you? I look forward to watching your new videos to see how you fake an orgasm for some cash.” He deadpanned clearly annoyed with the turn of events.

Even though he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes and pushed the door open stepping inside to take your shoes off. “What I do is none of your concern anymore so don’t question what I’m doing. Is there anything else you need before I hang up?” You asked with an attitude.

Toji chuckled making you shiver for a different reason now. “Have a good night princess, I’ll see you soon.” He declared giving you a warning before he hung up leaving you stunned as you stared down at your phone frustrated after the conversation. A hot bath was needed to douse this feeling that welled inside your core, a mix of burning rage and a need to be fucked hard.

When you sank into the bubbly water you held your phone scrolling through the videos of you and him, your pussy throbbed desperate to get filled, with a lust-riddled brain full of nothing but wanting to get off you FaceTimed Toji angling the camera to face your soapy tits making sure your nipples were covered.

His face popped up in the small box in the corner confused at first then you watched as his lips pulled back in a grin seeing you naked and wet making you want to lean in and kiss his scar. “That sure didn’t take long. Now look at ya calling me all desperate.” He crooned and followed your hands that moved away from your breasts hearing him grunt seeing your perky nipples.

You should feel embarrassed and you are a little but not enough to stop you as he teased watching feeling his cock throb hot and heavy wanting to feel your soft skin under his hands, knowing how he’d give anything to be there right now. “Make me cum Toji…please, I want to so bad.”

“Touch my pretty pussy for me since I can’t, spread yourself nice and open.” He commanded in a dark growl before cocking his head with a smirk. “Actually, why don’t you be a good girl and rinse off then get into bed so I can see you better?” You listened to him and ended in bed a minute later naked and mostly dried off, patches of water still stuck to the parts you didn’t get.

When you got comfortable you spread your legs and angled your phone between them making sure he got a good view. “Aw look, she’s crying for me, I bet she just wants to be sucked and fucked. Poor thing, now swirl your finger around your clit.” Instantly you parted your pussylips and used your middle finger to rub the swollen bud with a soft whine arching for more.

Your eyes fluttered shut and didn’t get to see Toji pulling his dick free spitting down on his open palm before wrapping his fingers around the base and jerking himself off to you thrusting two digits inside your soaked pussy and moaning his name so prettily and broken. “So wet ‘f me.”

He watched you with low eyes. “I’m coming over, we’ll give our fans one more video. What do you say, princess? Want to sit on my cock?” His question pushed you over the edge thinking about him splitting you open around him, your cunt gushing around your fingers instead.

You pulled your fingers out slowly when you came down a little huffing. “You are not coming over here. I can’t let that happen, this was a private moment between us, don’t ruin it. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but thank you for helping me out. Have a good night.” He chuckled before you hung up and shut your phone off for the night letting sleep take over and giving you a break from the stress even for a brief moment.

Thursday evening two hours before eight you stood in the shower scrubbing each inch of your body unsure what was going to happen, was it going to be an interview before having to show off your skills? Either way, you wanted to be prepared and brushed your teeth once you got out of the tub and dried off to get dressed.

It was a dress that was suggestive but still modest. You’ve seen the casting couch videos before and picked out your outfit based on that, the company didn’t seem like that type though so you also kept it on the classy side. Once you checked everything over you got ready for the car outside. Aina said they’d send someone to come and pick you up at your apartment.

True to their word a very sleek vehicle pulled up and an older gentleman got out to open the back door before he ushered you in then he got back in the driver's side and took off. The drive over to the studio was filled with the soft songs from the radio that kept you company until you arrived, just like when he picked you up he opened the door again, this time helping you out.

Following the directions from the email you read again before getting picked up you walked inside the all-glass building, the windows so dark you couldn’t see the lights on inside which added fuel to the fire you felt growing inside. “Here we go.” You muttered and pushed the doors open to an all-modern waiting room, it was a subtle blend of yellows oranges, and reds.

You didn’t feel as nervous anymore when you greeted the handsome male behind the desk in the middle of the room, he was warm like the room. “Hi, you want to take the elevator up to floor three. Room 204. Have a good evening.” With that, he handed you a key card and sent you on the way down the hall to the set of elevators. You stepped in the first one and went to the third floor.

When you stepped into the hallway it was quiet as you read the door numbers feeling your stomach flip until you reached the correct one and knocked before using the key card to step inside, the same color scheme as downstairs, this time it was a small lounge with low lights and pulsing music, this time you were greeted by a very beautiful woman who wore a black leather corset and thigh-high boots, in her hand she held a whip with the same material as her outfit.

“Hello, sorry you caught me during a shoot, but I’m ready if you are, and it’s finally nice to meet you.” She spoke as she faced you, her hair cascading like a waterfall. This was Aina?

“Yeah, you look….” You trailed off and felt your face flush as you sat on the couch she pointed to with a knowing grin, it threw you off guard a little to be her in her presence, her breasts all but spilled out of the tight top that pushed them together. “It’s nice to meet you too.” You ended up saying not sure what to say as she sat across from you crossing her legs with a laugh.

She sat her whip next to her and leaned back. “So to start off with we do STD screenings on everyone, and at least ask if you can give us your past partners if applicable. I know you were with Monster Cock for a while if I remember correctly? We also have papers for you to fill out and sign if you want us to hire you.” Aina spoke, her cherry-red lips looked glossy.

Anytime she says that you can’t help but feel a stirring between your legs. “I’m fine with that and yeah, I was with him for four years and it was only him.” You replied shifting your weight and looked at her with a soft smile and a nod. She mirrored your smile and grabbed the clipboard with a pen attached to the side of the table that separated you two and handed it over.

You filled in the basic information at first then flipped the page reading the questions about your kinds, hard and soft limits. Aina watched until you were finished thirty minutes later, your wrist ached from writing for so long. “Good girl, you’re the perfect applicant and would fit in well with Gojo.” She said with a grin and put her hand in the air doing a come hither motion.

A second later the door in the corner opened to reveal the man you stared at Tuesday, he looked different in this setting, a predatory smile showing off white pearly teeth. “Hi -” He stopped when he saw you, your eyes wide as sauces as you stared at him again with an open gaping mouth. “You two know each other already?” Aina asked interrupting the staring contest.

“No, we just saw each other the other night for the first time…this is my new coworker?” You asked, your own voice sounded foreign. Talk about a small world, but you didn’t think it could actually be this small. Gojo sat down next to Aina confirming your answer, his long legs spread wide open and instantly you could envision yourself between them, his cock in your mouth.

She smiled and nodded patting his knee. “Yes, and he is going to have to finish the interview, I have to finish something up. I’ll get a hold of you soon, thank you so much for coming out.” Aina told you with a wink before she disappeared through the door Gojo came out of leaving you two alone, the only sound in the room came from the clock in the corner with a plant and a painting.

You shifted again in your seat and looked at him. “So how does this work? I filled the paperwork out and she said we’d be perfect together…” Your voice trailed off as you played with your fingers in your lap feeling naked as he stared at you intently, his head cocked to the side. Those blue eyes of his scanned your entire being from your feet to your eyes with a grin. “You’re hired.”

“Okay, now what?” You asked again feeling your skin heat up as he leaned in, the smell of vanilla whirled around you like a cashmere sweater, after being with Toji you’d think you wouldn’t be so high-strung to be around someone so cocky and carefree but you were. His smile reminded you of someone who won the lottery. “We can get something to eat if you want?”

You didn’t expect him to ask that. “I ate already, thanks though. Can I read up on what you like and stuff before I dip?” His white brows raised at the first part of your sentence before they dipped then furrowed at the end, he nodded anyway then stood up and walked to the door again leaving you alone for a moment to collect your thoughts.

A few minutes later he emerged with a file stuffed with papers that he handed to you once he got close enough. “Aina will get a hold of you for everything else, and if you want you can stay and we can talk instead of reading each other's files, don’t you think in person is better?” He asked sitting back down on the couch manspreading while letting his long arms hang over the couch holding your gaze as you squeezed the papers tightly.

His stare made you want to crawl out of your skin, it was heavy and he was intent on making you squirm a little. “I do yes, I assume I can get a ride back home then?” You countered getting a nod before setting his file back on the coffee table and leaning back to cross your legs.

“What made you want to get into this type of work?” Gojo asked, his interest piqued. A fleeting memory of how it all started flashed behind your eyes when you closed them for a moment, it felt like so long ago when it did and now here you ended up; employed at a very secure job.

You started to undo the straps of your high heels when he leaned in to do it for you instead, his long slender fingers hooked under the thin leather brushing against your skin adding to the raging fire that built between you two. He opened his mouth when your phone rang, piercing the sexual tension like a sharp knife, you jerked back at the sudden sound and snatched it.

Toji’s contact information glowed against the darkened room. A taunting reminder that you couldn’t get any peace with him around, even though you two were broken up. “I’m so sorry, I need to answer or it will not stop ringing.” You told Gojo and picked your phone up to answer it.

“Why not just shut your phone off? It’s not like you have to answer it, mhm?” He questioned pausing your movements to actually hit the green button. It was the truth, that’s all you had to do and ignore him, but why did you want to do the opposite and answer his every beck and call?

You pressed the ignore button and shut your phone off setting it back on the table before you were in Gojo’s lap, each thigh on either side of his straddling him, your arms wrapped around his neck pressing yourself into him, your mouth found his in a deep kiss. He was the first one to part your lips massaging his tongue with yours, his hands traveled down to your ass slowly.

With your dress bunched around your hips Aina stepped inside the room with Toji who looked irritated and a little smug knowing he ruined the moment between you two. “Oh my God! What are you doing here?” You huffed and scrambled off Gojo’s lap and glared at your ex-boyfriend.

“Didn’t I say I’d see you, princess?” He asked with a smirk now as the other two bodies in the room migrated to the door again wanting to give you two alone time after an awkward moment, the room was tense and full of simmering anger as you and Toji looked at each other when the door clicked close. You grabbed your shoes and sat on the couch putting them on ignoring him until he was sitting next to you, his hands on your waist.

Green eyes melted into yours, a silent conversation passing between you two as he fisted the soft fabric of your dress. You wanted to give in to the magnetic pull so bad, let him kiss you, and eventually fuck you on the couch until you’re a screaming mess. “Toji…you just ruined my interview.” You scolded him with a scoff as you pushed him back and pulled away.

“I know, that was the whole point. I don’t know why you keep running when you know I’m going to catch you. Do you think I’m going to let you go so easily, princess, and let you do this? I love you.” He replied with a slight grin as he took hold of your wrist pulling out all the stops, his lips connected to the back of your hand with slow sensual kisses holding your gaze intensely.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away from him and jerked your hand away from his hold. It wasn’t a lie, he does love you, the problem was he loves you too much and it sounds crazy when you don’t want to be with someone like that but it was a pressure you couldn’t handle anymore, all the questions and the smothering was the final straw.

Toji let his hand rest on the small of your back waiting for a response. “You need to go, I’m serious. I can’t believe you followed me here! This is getting ridiculous I hope you know that.” You muttered and turned your head to feel his fingers curl around your jaw in a gentle hold.

“Say it one more time and I’ll really go, but don’t expect me to answer your next phone call when you want to cum so bad.” He answered darkly and let go then moved you off his lap and stood looking down at you with an unreadable expression gracing his handsome face, his eyes clouded with a profound sadness waiting again for you to tell him it was finally over even though it tore you apart as well to let him go.

You curled into yourself and looked away from him still afraid to meet his look. “Go.” It was all that could be mustered feeling unshed tears sting your eyes. He stared at you for a moment longer then finally left leaving you totally alone until Aina came back in to comfort you and balm the waterworks you let loose sobbing against her shoulder with fat rivers streaming down your face.

A little after two weeks the whole embarrassing ordeal of your interview and makeout session was ruined by Toji you didn’t hear from him, no text or call giving you the reality of what it’s like not to have him in your life, something you didn’t quite like, the hole inside your chest only grew deeper and wider. It was a Friday night you stood in the kitchen and rubbed your face as you sighed and read the email from Aina.

The meetup for the first shoot was tomorrow night, a cliche roleplay video between a masseur and his lonely housewife of a client wanting to feel the touch of a man so bad she’s willing to cheat on her husband for an orgasm. Having Gojo’s fingers like that on you wasn’t bad, and thankfully he’s been talking to you via texting and sometimes FaceTime calls during the last few weeks to see how you’ve been doing and to make you more comfortable around him.

You felt like you and he were meant to be friends nothing more and having sex with Gojo seemed strange in a way, and you knew that you pushed Toji away but his failing to see what he was doing was wrong is something that couldn’t be ignored. It was pathetic almost how much you missed your ex-boyfriend, however, you couldn’t give in to the weakness and his charms.

Twenty-four hours later you found yourself on the massage table naked with a towel covering you, the scene was practiced for at least two hours before any shooting began. It was time to actually do it. “This is the fourth time you’ve visited me, Miss. Aki. Did you pull something again?” Gojo asked when he stepped onto the set with a bottle of oil in his hands and a grin.

He was supposed to be clueless and let you come onto him and take what you wanted. “I did yes in yoga class I think it was, it’s sore and I can’t spread my legs.” You replied with a fake pout looking at him, your eyes heavily rimmed with mascara and lips a clear glitter and glossy. Gojo came closer to the side of the table and rested one hand on your forearm with a reassuring look.

It was hard not to really think about the many cameras facing you two as you smiled at him and ran your hand up his bare arm. “Thank you,” You told him sultry and watched as he poured a generous amount of the warmed coconut oil into his palms rubbing them together before beginning on your upper left thigh, his hands gliding against your slick flesh pushing the towel.

Your heart lurched at being touched like this, in your lower belly you felt a pull the more Gojo continued and moved to your right leg, his hands coming incredibly close to your bare pussy that begged to be touched. He made small conversation, mentally reading the script in his head. “Do you charge extra for more?” You asked holding his wrist and guided it to between your legs.

Gojo couldn’t help the surprise that took over his features just at how soaked you really were, the tips of his fingers collected your wetness and found your clit rubbing it slowly. He leaned down to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on your bare chest until he finally reached your nipple drawing the bud into his warm mouth, his hips languidly and mindlessly humping the table.

You arched your back forcing more of your tit into his mouth when he slid two fingers inside your drenched pussy at the same time you curled your fingers into his hair pulling him closer, the feeling of him inside you hitting all the right spots made your head spin. “Don’t stop!” It wasn’t fake the way you begged and moaned for Satoru to keep going until you came around his fingers.

He abided and kissed his way down to the valley between your breasts over the soft hills of your stomach until he reached your clit, his tongue swirled against it, and the sweet coconut exploded on his tastebuds from the oil that was used for your massage that Satoru continued with his free hand until your ass cheek was in his large open palm. “Toji!” You moaned rolling your hips.

Everyone stopped and the director called cut. Satoru froze with a frown and pulled his fingers out leaving you to feel empty. “Oh - I am so sorry!” When your brain caught up with what you mumbled, you looked flustered and apologetic, it was a total slip of the tongue that was embarrassing and it ruined the entire mood for the video.

The white-haired man turned away for a second before he sat on the edge knowing aftercare is important and drew circles on your hip. You were still high from your orgasm as you huffed angry at yourself for even thinking about him. “I really am sorry, I have no idea why I even said that - ” He interrupted you with a head shake as he pulled his hand away and looked at you.

“Because you still love him, it’s clear you do to anyone who has seen you two together, and he feels the same about you. I think maybe you two should do a video, there is a lot more chemistry.” Satoru murmured and looked back at Aina who stood perched on the edge and came forward when he got up and she took his place with a sympathetic look on her face.

She pulled you against her once the towel covered your body again. “What do you want to do?” It was a question you didn’t have an answer to. Would Toji come if she called him? It was true what he said, but couldn’t stomach the fact that he seemed to be the one for you and the same goes for you as well, it was an unmistakable love that couldn’t be denied no matter what.

An hour later Aina had you dressed in something comfortable after a shower and curled up on the couch in the room you first met her in. “I got him to agree to come in, are you sure you’re ready to face him and do a video?” She asked again and plopped down next to you with a heavy sigh waiting for Toji to show up.

“Maybe not a video, I don’t know yet but I do want to talk to him alone first then if it ends up like that then yes, however, I think it will.” You spoke the truth, makeup sex was like a prayer in your relationship that fixed whatever bump appeared in the relationship. She nodded and opened her mouth to speak when the door swung open and Toji walked in leaving the door open for Aina in a silent way to tell her to leave, his presence demanded attention, at least from you anyway.

You sat up and looked at him before bidding your new friend and boss goodbye and watched as she left leaving you and him alone. “Thanks for coming, I didn’t think you would but I'm really glad you did.” You murmured first breaking the tense silence and watched as he crossed the room to sit next to you in two strides, reminding you of the last time you both saw each other.

His smell was all-potent male; a warm blend of tobacco and whiskey that made your pussy clench and throb, you wanted to lean and nuzzle your face in his shirt. “I love you too, and when we were filming I moaned your name when I came, and he was only fingering me…we would have better luck doing this together, you’re the one for me, I don’t want anyone but you anyway.” You whispered looking at him feeling your stomach curl as he stayed silent for a few minutes.

Toji hummed at your admittance and leaned in until his lips brushed against yours then you were yanked into his lap, his mouth was onto yours in a claim and possessive kiss. “I hate that another man touched you like that and made your cute cunt cry out, I think we need to rectify that, huh?” He asked and kissed your jaw and neck leaving love bites behind, a mark of him.

“I don’t know why you kept running away when I’m always going to find you sweetheart, it was pointless. I missed you.” He almost growled as Toji nuzzled his face into your neck, his hands becoming greedy and exploring your body pulling your shirt up to knead his fingers into your hips before he pulled away to tug the fabric off and toss it to the floor leaving you topless.

You climbed off his lap and went to the corner turning the camera on and making sure it was facing the couch and shed the rest of your clothes on the way leaving a trail of discarded fabric before you got back on his lap finding solace in his cradle from being away for so long.

With no bra on he focused on your peaked nipples that ached to be sucked on and pinched, one large hand came up and cupped one breast. “It was absurd to think I could, mhm?” You shot back with a grin as you threaded your fingers through his soft raven hair kissing him again, your tongue swirled with his until a bridge of spit connected your lips when you pulled away from him.

His lips curled into a smile letting his hands continue to grope and feel up your body until you sat naked in his lap. “Get naked too, don’t let me be the only one here.” You told him with a pout and tugged on his soft gray shirt that hugged his muscular body. He chuckled, reached behind him, and pulled it off in one fluid motion. “You do the rest for me, princess,” Toji said with a smirk.

You were quick and got on your knees and tugged off his sweatpants and boxers until he was naked before sitting up more to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, the flesh warm and silky as you jerked your hand up and down using the pre-cum as a lube before you leaned in and sucked on the swollen head with a groan looking up at him before taking more of him in your mouth.

Toji rested one hand on your head and followed the movement as you bobbed up and down letting the spit that gathered in the back of your throat to cover his throbbing dick until you gagged around him, your pussy fluttered wanting attention which he knew. “Sit that pretty pussy on my face and you can continue to suck my cock, sound good princess?” He asked huskily.

“Yes, I missed doing that so much, only you can make me feel this good.” You praised and watched as he settled on his back before he helped you get situated, your thighs straddling his face at this advantageous point he could see the clear sticky stringy slick bridged from your pussylips creating a mess that he wanted to clean up, his tongue sucked on your clit once you sat fully down on his face.

His hands massaged your ass as you went back down on him, the fat mushroom tip of his cock hit the back of your throat while your hips rolled against his face chasing your own high, it was lewd; the wet sounds of you sucking his cock like you were slurping a thick milkshake and him he acted like this was the last time he was going to be able to get anything to eat ever again.

You’ve never felt so wet between your legs like this as you gripped his thighs intent on making him cum, your hand came down to cup his sack rolling it in your hand gently while fucking his face with no shame feeling the ball of pleasure tighten in your lower belly as he made out with your pussy slowly with tender kisses and licks spreading you open while bucking his hips up.

Toji moaned against your wet cunt growing closer to his orgasm when you sucked his head and let go of one of your ass cheeks to hold your head down excited to feel your throat tighten around him like this again, this time he’s the lust-riddled one filling the back of your mouth with his warm cum. He tapped your ass and pulled away. “Don’t swallow just yet, cum for me.”

He sat you back down on his face, his tongue swirled against your clit again as you struggled to keep his load that mixed with spit and trickled from the corner of your mouth, a moan threatened to slip free but you kept down and creamed on his tongue with a grunt experiencing the best orgasm you’ve ever had, your body went limp making it easy for Toji to tuck you into his lap.

His hand held your cheeks and squeezed them watching his thick cum oozed from your swollen and shiny lips. “Such a pretty sight, so cute, you still taste like a delicacy.” Toji pushed into your mouth with his thumb and watched as you sucked on it before pulling away to kiss him transferring his own release into his mouth, it was vulgar the way he swallowed it all no issue.

When you pulled away completely it was easy to melt into his warm naked embrace before you attempted to sit on his knees and rub the length of his leaky cock between the lips of your sticky pussy, his finger followed along the smooth ridge of himself gathering your slick lubing his cock up letting the tip catch on your soft hole. “This will always be my pussy, ya know that? I can’t believe you thought that guy could make you feel this good, huh? Nod if you know what I’m saying. Don’t tell me you’re already tapped out.” He chuckled and pinched your cheeks.

Toji nodded your head for you with a dark grin as he glided his cock in the seam of your cunt before he used his strength to manhandle you on your back spreading your legs obscenely wide which in turn parted your pretty pussylips coated with a beautiful shine of tangled slick. “‘S sexy, you’re fucking perfect for me.” He groaned and cupped your entire heat in his palm with a grin.

He was sure the camera caught the angle of him having you spread out open on the couch, his arms keeping you pinned down knowing exactly what it was you craved the most; and he was the only one who could grant you the mercy of coming again until there you were laid spent.

You looked up at him with a flushed face and glassy eyes, there was no way for you to go with his arm pressed against the back of your knees keeping you spread out open for him. “Nowhere to run, take my cock like you were meant to.” He muttered drunk on the need to feel you sucking him in even though there you murmured he was too big when Toji pushed past the soft muscle of your cunt slowly until he was bottomed out making sure you felt each ridge and vein of him.

The both of you let out a collective gasp of pleasure as Toji moved his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. His thrusts were slow and methodical showing you just how much he missed you, each roll of his hips brought you closer to the edge, with the way he positioned himself he considered himself one of the luckiest men ever to be able to see you take him so well.

Toji pushed one of your legs further back pressing it against your ear almost as he planted one foot on the floor and slowed his pace savoring the feeling of how your pussy felt wrapped around him. He bent at the waist and leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue playing with yours in a passionate makeout session, his hot breath panting against your flushed skin.

With him on top, it was impossible not to feel so full of him and at this angle, the tip of his cock hit the right spot with each thrust while his pelvis rubbed against your clit. “I love the way you look under me, so vulnerable and cute.” His lips left a trail of hot kisses down your neck and you felt your heart flutter. You moaned in pleasure as your body trembled in anticipation.

His mouth found yours again in another sensual kiss feeling your orgasm erupt. Your cunt pulsated around him trying to milk him for everything he has. “Toji! Feels so good!” You moaned with a slack jaw, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he drug you up and down the length of his cock, his hand brushed away your hair in a caring and gentle manner.

“I know princess, you’re milking me ‘s good, should fuck a baby into you, would ya like that?” He grunted giving you some reprieve when he tossed your leg over his shoulder letting it dangle as he fucked you through your high, the idea of your belly swollen and round with his baby made Toji feral, his cock throbbed deep inside you as he stopped his movements pinching your cheeks again with another chuckle.

Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at him with lust-blown pupils. He nodded your head then shook it side to side. “Did you understand me?” He asked repeating himself anyway before you got the chance to respond. You nodded your head of your own volition wanting it as well, it was something that you’d thought about before and you both have discussed marriage too.

He grunted deep in his throat grinding himself against you, his orgasm hit him hard as he emptied himself inside your wet soft pussy until it leaked out around him despite him keeping you plugged up. Toji turned his head and pressed feather-light kisses to your ankle. “I really missed my princess, come home with me?” He asked and looked down at you.

Your heart shuddered in your chest as you reached out to link your fingers with his. “I will stay the night with you, but I think I’m going to stay at my apartment, show me how serious you are first then we’ll go from there.” You told him, and even though he would like if you did move back in he agreed and made a vow to change his ways if that meant you’d come back to him fully.

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sunshine and midnight rain - mark lee scenario

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"Why are you so mad right now?"

"Because I asked you to do one thing and you didn't" Mark says, still avoiding your gaze.

This was not how you envisioned your morning, when you woke up Mark's side of the bed was already empty. When you went to look for him he was gone, no note, no text of his possible whereabouts. And when he got back, he was clearly and very obviously mad at you.

"I got home just fine" you say with your arms out. Mark still hasn't look at you and it's bugging you. You follow him out the living room. He's going round and round, trying to tidy the place just to avoid having a conversation with you.

"Mark, can you please look at me" you tell him, this made him stop and look over at you. A clear look of disappointment on his face, "I swear I was going to call you but the girls and I were talking and drinking. It slipped my mind, I already booked a cab home when I remembered"

"You went home, way past midnight alone and drunk. Do you know dangerous that is?"

"But I got home safe"

"And what if you didn't? What if something happened? God forbid I get upset about that, I was worried I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?"

You say nothing for a while, thinking of something to say back. You really are at fault here, you should be the one saying sorry right now.

"I'm sorry, I should've called" you tell him, now avoiding his eyes just as you feel the tears fill yours. Mark sighs, crossing the room until he's right in front of you. He hooks his finger under your chin, making you look at him.

"I'm mad because I care. I don't trust the world when it comes to you, I just want you to be safe always. I'm not going to stop you living your best life, but I want to know you're safe" he whispers, anger already disappearing.

He wipes the few tears that escaped, cradling your face between his hands.

"Are you still mad?" you mumble, this made Mark smile and shake his head.

"We're okay. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you"

"And I'm sorry for making you worry"

He kisses your forehead before pulling you in for a hug, "I don't like arguing with you, but I'd do it in every universe as long as we make up and end up like this. I love you, always. Okay?"

You hug him tighter, answering him without saying any words.

Just like that you're okay again.

Bless this universe for giving you such an understanding, loving, mature man to love. You'd be stupid to ever let him go which is why no matter what argument, the two of you always make sure to solve it together.

Mark never lets you go to sleep upset, he'll ask you what's wrong or if he's done anything to upset you. At first it was hard for you to admit your feelings that easily, you learned that you don't like being vulnerable, you don't like sharing your true feelings. You bottle it up. But ever since you started dating Mark, all of that changed.

He's there to listen, even when words aren't being spoken. He knows when to give you space, he knows when to chase after you and hold you tight. He knows you in a way you didn't want to know yourself, you used to be scared of these feeling but not anymore.

It's obvious who's the serious one and the jokester in you and Mark's relationship. The best thing about it is the fact that your boyfriend, no matter how serious he is, will always play along.

"Mark, you busy?" you ask, walking inside the office to see him on his computer

He looks over at you with a smile, "No, what's up?"

"I was wondering..." you say while walking towards him, he waits for you to continue. You got to where he was sitting, smiling cheekily at your boyfriend

He knows you're up to something, he grabs you by the waist sitting you squarely on his lap.

"Do you know how to whistle?"

"Do I know how to whistle?" he asks back,

"Yea like you know, like this" you pout, but before you can whistle Mark closes the gap between the two of you. Kissing you gently, he grabs the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Suddenly you forgot what you were doing in the first place.

After a few minutes of exchanging kisses, you broke apart. Looking dazed and in love, "Hey! I was suppose to do that! Did you know I was going to do that?" you asked

"Maybe" he mumbles, looking at you with pure adoration

"I'll pretend I didn't know" he adds, making you roll your eyes.

"You just want to make out"

"You're not wrong there, now come here I need your kisses"

The first time it happened, Mark thought it really was just coincidence.

You just started to decorate around the house, the tree was halfway done and a few other decorations scattered here and there. He was just walking to the kitchen doorway when suddenly you stop him

"What?" your boyfriend blinks back at you confused, instead of answering him you just point up making Mark look at where you're pointing. There hanging by the doorway was a mistletoe.

"When did you put that there?" he asks with a smile, finding the tradition cute. Even cuter when you're looking at him with the biggest smile, ready to receive your kiss

"I just put it up today, now where's my kiss" you say, pursing your lips at him making Mark chuckle. He grabs you by the waist, leaning down to kiss you. It was short but sweet, enough to leave you smiling like an idiot.

A few months ago, the two of you finally decided to move in together. It's been years since you got together, and most times you spend your nights together whether his place or yours. At some point you realized that it would make more sense to just move in together, so you did.

"Love, did you do laundry last time?" you asked him, walking inside your shared bedroom to see him resting on the bed

"I did"

"Oh thanks, love the fabric softener you used. Now all my clothes smells like you" you smile at him, jumping on the bed to cuddle him. Immediately he hugs you close.

"Then will you stop stealing of my clothes now?" he asks

"Negative, I like your hoodies better"

He chuckles at your answer, "Knew it"

"What were you doing?"

"Just checking my phone, I wanted to order this pan for making omelet. Should we get one?"

You love how his sentence now say "we" or "our" instead of his and yours. Of course you still respect each other's boundaries and individuality, but on things like deciding what to paint your home or what furniture to buy or groceries to stock up on it's always the two of you.

"Should we? If we're using it then why not, I love eggs for breakfast" you tell him, looking at his phone screen to check

"I know, that's why I'm getting it. Okay, I'll order it now then" you watch him as he do so.

"This is fun" you mumble

"Hm?"

"This, buying things for our place. I like it" you smile

"Me too"

"Do you want to marry me?"

Your question took him by surprise. Not because he didn't want to marry you, it's just when he thinks of that big question he's the one doing the asking and not the other way around.

"Mark? Sorry forget I said anything" you mumble, moving to rest your head on the pillow instead

"Remember when we first started dating or way before that?" he asks you

"Huh?"

"I was shy, I wasn't as confident as the other guys. People think I'm aloof and too serious. You never thought of me that way, you entered in my life like you were meant to be there all along and maybe you are. Scratch that, I know you are. You're meant to be in my life. When I knew I was falling in love with you I didn't know how to say it without scaring you away, so I did it slowly. I did it in a way that won't overwhelm you. Because to you it doesn't have to be a loud confession or a grand gesture. i loved you they way i knew you would understand. i loved you the way i know how. i just loved you. I know you, your mind is a wonder. You doubt, you question and you worry your pretty mind to no ends. I didn’t want to disrupt that"

By now you're face to face again, he's speaking so softly like he's afraid you'll float away of he's too loud.

"You said I was your peace, and back then that was more than enough for me. By some miracle, you fell in love with me too. And now we're here. So to answer your question, yes I want to marry you. One day I want to get down on one knee and ask you that question, I'm still working on being the man worthy to ask that" he continues, and you soak each and every word he speaks like he's already saying his vows.

Because you know, you know he is a man of words. If Mark says it, then it's true. He will never say such things to deceive you.

"Do you have any more questions for me, pretty girl?" he whispers, waiting for you to speak

You shake your head, scooting until you're on his side again. Tucking yourself as close to him as you can.

He tilts your head so you're looking at him, leaning down to kiss you on your nose, your cheeks and last your lips.

"I'll love you over and over again, just like when we met"

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You Flinch During an Argument -Midoriya Izuku

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Info: angst to fluff/comfort | 589 words

Warnings!: Mention of arguing, flinching, and crying. Please let me know if I miss any <3

Izuku's world crashed as he saw you flinch away from him, body trembling as your hands stayed close to your chest.

That's when he noticed that Full Cowling was activated. Horror shook Izuku to the core as he stared down at his activated quirk.

'Y-y/n I- I-" Izuku muttered, eyes tearing up as he looked at your shaking form.

"I-Izuku can you just- let me be alone please- I.. need some time alone."

Izuku shakingly nodded as he made his way to the kitchen, tears falling down his face as he slid to the floor, staring at his arm lividly.

After texting Izuku that you were going to a friend's house, you got your phone, wallet, and keys before heading over to your best friend's house; Mina Ashido.

Stepping out of the car you make your way to Mina's apartment, knocking on the door.

"Coming~!" Her cheerful voice called, already starting to calm you down.

As the door opened Mina immeditely noticed your mood and smiled at you knowingly, pulling you into her apartment before shutting her front door.

"Did you and Midoriya san get into a fight?" Mina asked, pulling you to her couch before heading towards the kitchen.

"Yeah.. I put myself in danger to help him and he got really mad, we argued and then his quirk set off- and I flinched. I wasn't scared of him per say, but I was frighted by the sudden appearance of his quirk.. I told him I needed to be alone, and then texted him that I was going to a friends' place." You whimper, snuggling into the decorative pillows of Mina's couch.

"Aww I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"Yeah.. I just thought some space would be good and wanted to talk to a friend.."

"Well I'm all ears! Talk to me all you want~!"

"Thank you.. what are you doing in the kitchen by the way?"

"I'm making cookies for you~!" Mina giggled, causing you to genuiningly smile.

"You're too sweet." You smile, yawning at your sleepiness.

"You can go to sleep if you want to~. I'll put the cookies away. Well there's the couch, you'll always have a spot in the spare room, and if you want to you can sleep in my bed so you're a lot more comfortable."

"Thanks.. I'll just sleep here.. it's so cozy."

"Okay, sleep well~!"

"Mhmmm"

It was around two in the afternoon when you made your way back home, already feeling a lot better due to Mina's brightness and input.

Walking in, you were quite suprised to see Izuku asleep on the kitchen floor, tear stains marking his freckled cheeks.

Leaning down to his level, you shake him gently, not wanting him to be even more sore for work.

"Zuku baby, you need to get off the floor." You coo, brushing his fluffy hair away from his face before stroking his cheek lovingly.

"Five more minutes.." Izuku grumbled, causing you to giggle softly.

"Okay, you can sleep more but you need to get to bed, or the couch at the very least."

"Cuddles?"

"Yes cuddles!" You giggle, causing Izuku to peek up at you, looking up at your face through his lashes.

"Wait... last night I-"

"Shhh we can talk later."

"But-"

"Please, just cuddle me."

After your nap you both had a discussion about the argument, and talked about you risking your life civilly.

After figuring everything out you shared a long embrace, lots and lots of kisses, and close to a thousand 'I love you's.

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All Falls Down - Chapter 8

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Kiyana sighed as she hung up the phone with Joe. He had called to see if she was okay after he said Josh seemed down and depressed at the arena. She had told him about Shanté coming to their house and he suggested for her to fly to California and told her he would help her and Josh with their relationship like he used to in highschool to which she laughed at and agreed to fly out to California.

It seemed like a good idea to fly out and work on her issues with Josh face to face but that whole ordeal with that bitch the other day put a sour taste in her mouth about Josh. But Joe was right, they needed to actually work on their marriage instead of her ignoring Josh when he was home off of the road. So she sent Joe a text telling him that she was on her way to the airport.

Kiyana packed a bag for herself before calling her mother and asking if she could come watch the boys for a couple of days, which she happily agreed to. Kiyana had a weird feeling in her stomach, not a bad one just… she knew something was going to hit the fan.

“Are you sure this is the right decision?” Her mom asked Kiyana who shrugged.

“I honestly have no idea. I mean I don’t even want to fix our relationship but something in my gut is telling me to get on this flight to California.” Kiyana’s mom nodded and gave her daughter a tight hug before saying goodbye as Kiyana’s Uber drove away.

The ride to the Chase Center was nerve-wracking. If Kiyana was being completely honest she wasn’t even sure why she was going to the arena. Josh had an affair. And the woman who had an affair with, thought it would be a good idea to show up to her front door. Honestly Kiyana should’ve been at her divorce attorney’s first thing in the morning but she couldn’t work up the courage to actually do it.

She sent Joe a text saying she was outside and he replied immediately saying he was on his way. She only had to wait outside by the security entrance before the door opened and Joe walked out. Her heart rate spiking as her eyes fell on him. Odd, she thought.

“Damn KiKi .Who you tryna impress?” Kiyana rolled her eyes at Joe’s somewhat compliment and opened her arms up for a hug. She closed her eyes and melted into the hug and inhaled his scent. She bit her bottom lip and took another deep inhale of his scent before he pulled away from the hug. Yup this was a bad idea. She thought especially since she couldn’t stop thinking about him since the moment they shared in the club.

Joe pulled out of the hug and smiled. “I’ll have my driver come get your bag.” She nodded as he pulled out his phone to text the driver, who showed up two minutes later to take her suitcase back to Joe’s travel bus. “You ready to go inside?” She nodded and started to walk with him into the arena but stopped and grabbed his hand so he could stop walking too. “What's wrong? Having second thoughts?”

“What's your motive?” Joe his head back reared back as if she had slapped him.

“Whatchu’ mean KiKi?” Kiyana sighed and shifted on her feet then looked around to make sure they were still alone.

“I mean like a week ago, you know at the club.” She shifted again uncomfortably. “And now you’re paying for my flight and saying I should make up with him.” Kiyana shrugged. “I don’t get it.”

Joe nodded and stroked his beard. “I mean you know how I feel about you KiKi, ain’t shit change since high school,” Kiyana’s jaw dropped open a bit “But Josh is my family and if I can help y’all out I will.” Joe lied, If he could have his way, Kiyana would’ve been in his bed last weekend after he made her cum in the club. He didn’t want to help Josh, not one fuckin’ bit.

Kiyana stared at him before nodding and walking around him into the arena. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt disappointed. She knew about his crush on her in high school, everybody did “He just went out to his match against Reed, but we can wait for him in catering, you hungry?” Kiyana nodded and followed him to catering, saying Hi to WWE superstars she had met before when she had come to shows with Josh.

Joe had walked her over to a table at the back of the room and told her he would be right back as he went to make them both a plate of food. It was obvious the majority of Josh’s coworkers knew about his affair from how some of them kept looking over at her and whispering to each other.

“Don’t worry about them.” Joe said as he came back over with their plates. “It’s basically high school all over again.” Kiyana nodded but still looked over at the table where a handful of women were still whispering and glancing over at her.

“It seems like everyone knew but me.”

“I mean to be honest KiKi, they were being kinda obvious.” Kiyana narrowed her eyes. “I only found out a couple days before he told you. Someone came up to me and asked if he divorced you and said they seen her comin’ out his hotel room at like two in the morning. She also walks around here wearing his shit.”

“Oh.” Kiyana said, looking down at the table. Hearing that he wasn’t even trying to hide his affair hurt. This was such a bad idea. Should’ve just went to the lawyers office like I planned. She rolled her eyes as a tear slipped down her cheek. She was tired of crying over Josh. She thanked Joe when he handed her a napkin to wipe her tears.

Josh let out a groan as he came back into the Gorilla Position and saw Shanté waiting for him with a smile on her face. She started clapping as soon as she saw him. “Yay! You won.” She tried to give him a hug but he pushed her off of him. “Josh, what’s the problem?”

“How many times I gotta say that I'm done with this shit Shanté? Whatever we had is done aight?!” He brushed past her and started walking towards the locker room.

“But I love you!” She cried out after him. Josh stopped walking and turned towards Shanté

“No, don’t do that shit. You knew what this was. It wasn’t supposed to go on as long as it did. I’m sorry but I love my wife and I'm not giving her up for nothing.”

“Yeah, well your precious wife is in catering with Roman right now.”

“What?” Josh asked, confused. Kiyana was not in California, she was definitely in Florida. “No she not.”

“Why I gotta lie for Josh. I heard them talking earlier too. You might not be the only one who stepped out on your marriage.” Josh frowned his face up and turned away from Shanté and started making his way towards catering. You might not be the only one who stepped out on your marriage. What the fuck is that suppose to mean?

Josh was shocked once he entered catering and saw Kiyana sitting at one of the back tables with Joe. He started to walk over to them but stopped as he actually got a good look at them. They were sitting way too close for his liking. , Kiyana was damn near on Joe’s lap and for some reason Joe had his hand on Kiyana’s thigh. Josh felt his anger rise and he stormed over to where they were.

“The fuck is this?” He asked gruffly, growing irritated as neither one of them moved away from each other. “What is this?” He asked again, gesturing to Joe’s hand that was on Kiyana’s thigh.

“See told you.” Shante said, smugly as she seemed to materialize out of thin air. “Told you she cheated too.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and look annoyed but her heart was pounding a furious tattoo. She glanced over at Joe who had a smirk on his face.

“Tell him what happened at the club.” Shanté said, now talking directly to Kiyana. Kiyana looked around catering and was glad to see that it was almost empty and the few superstars who were still there weren’t paying them any mind.

“Nothing happened - “ Kiyana started but was cut off by Joe.

“What we did ain’t nothing worse than what y’all two did.” What. The. Actual. Fuck?!

Another cliffhanger I'm sorry 😭 (no i'm not)

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koosbabygrl · 2 years

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|M.I.L.F. (2)|▸jjk

Summary▸ Jungkook can’t help what he wants, and what he wants, is you. Genre▸ Smut||Yandere||Explicit||18+ONLY▸REPOST Pairing▸ Jungkook x reader TW▸ Yandere, explicit smut, mirror sex, obsessiveness, jealousy, semi-stalking, manipulation, teasing, unprotected sex, sex against a door, scratching, hair pulling, bouncing on jungkook’s dick like an experienced cowgirl, clothes ripping, rough sex, age difference, mommy kink, belly bulge kink, cum kink, possessiveness, slight pregnancy kink, switch!jungkook Word count▸2.6k

▸This is yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.

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It was the end of the year and Jungkook could barely keep his emotions in check. Last year he was supposed to go back home, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, he ended up staying at his university. Now, two years had passed, two fucking years. He’d done his best to keep up with you through text messages and facetime, but he was sharing a dorm room with Jimin and Taehyung making it impossible for him to find the alone time he needed with you.

He’d gone absolutely insane last summer knowing you were at home with your son spending quality time together. He also knew that Tae was there. Jungkook texted Jimin everyday asking what they were doing, complaining about the way his own parents didn’t have the money to bring him home, but at the same time, he was madly texting and calling you needing to know your every step. He didn’t have a problem with Taehyung, but he couldn’t help the thoughts that crept into his mind. The guy was his same height, build, and was also attractive. And you, my god, you were gorgeous and any man would be blind not to notice you.

+++

“I know he’s there. I can hear him! How the fuck do you think this is okay? You’re mine! MINE!” Jungkook cried into the phone.

“Baby boy, you know he’s just here for Jimin. He means nothing to me. You know I’m yours. I promise. Please calm down. We’ll see each other soon.”

“That’s what you said last time, but I’ve waited and you keep telling me you have work or that Jimin is coming to visit and I can’t take it anymore. You don’t like me anymore. That’s it, isn’t it? I’m not good enough for you.”

“Jungkook, please don’t say that. You know that’s not true. I think of you all the time. I miss you. Who do I send my pussy pics to? And who gets all the videos of me getting off to the thought of your head between my thighs, hm?”

Jungkook stilled and felt his cock twitch. When you talked like that it always set him on fire. “Only me, mommy.”

“Good boy.”

“Only yours, only y-yours..nggh…”

“Jungkook, what are you doing? You know I can’t. Jimin is right outside…”

“But mommyyyy…”

+++

After that summer Jungkook made sure to get a part-time job, his studies taking a hit, but he didn’t care. He was going to see you this time, and he’d make sure to make up for all the time he missed.

When he woke in the morning to take his flight, he felt nervous for the first time in a long time. You didn’t know he was coming. He made sure Jimin didn’t blab, saying he wanted everyone to be surprised by his visit, and boy were you surprised.

The moment his hand came over the wooden fence to unlatch the door to the yard he noticed how your entire body went rigid. It was such a treat to see the shock on your face. He had two years to work on himself, and he knew immediately that you liked it. His body was larger, stronger, and wider; perfect for fucking you against the wall.

“J-Jungkook! W-what a surprise.”

You ran to hug him, pretending to hug the young man you knew as your son’s best friend, but when you wrapped your arms around him, Jungkook could sense your need instantly.

“Hey, Ms.___. It’s been a while.”

“It most certainly has.”

Jungkook spent the day with you and Jimin acting nonchalant all while ignoring your obvious advances and eye gestures to meet him in the kitchen. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he had to make you realize how upset he’d been all this time, knowing that you were living your life as if his feelings weren’t your top priority. And so when the night was through, he asked Jimin to take him home, the frown on your face filling him with pleasure.

“See you, Ms.___. Thanks for everything.”

When he turned to leave, he glanced back when Jimin was out the door, and grabbed his crotch, wiggling it up and down while biting his lip. “Thanks for the blue balls.”

He didn’t make it ten steps before your text messages came pouring in. He managed to ignore them all the way home and even into the night until a rock hitting his window woke him from sleep.

Opening his window, he wasn’t surprised to find you down below looking like a pathetic mess. “Shame on you, Ms. ____. What would the neighbors think if--”

“Jungkook! Let me in!”

Jungkook laughed to himself all the way down the stairs and to the front door where he then stood shirtless leaning against the frame. “Come in, then.”

The scowl on your face was incredibly sexy and it took a lot for him not to kiss you now that you were both alone.

“Why are you being such a brat? And why are you opening your front door? Aren’t your parents home?” you whispered.

“They’re away on a trip. Just like the best parents in the world to do such a thing-- son comes home to visit and they disappear. The question is, why are you here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to see you. After the way you acted today I just needed to know whether or not you want to continue. It’s been two years since we’ve seen each other and you acted differently than what you did on the phone.”

Your voice was shaky, and eyes unable to look into his. He was enjoying this very much. “How I acted? I’m not the one that didn’t bother to come visit and who pretty much lived their life all merrily while I was away. I did nothing, Ms. ___.”

“Jungkook, you know I couldn’t come! Jimin would’ve seen and I couldn't just get time away from work like that. Why didn’t you even come see me in the house today? I made sure you could tell that I wanted to talk to you. You ignored me.”

“Well, I couldn’t give you attention with Jimin being there, now could I?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Oh, isn’t it?”

When Jungkook saw your eyes gloss over, his facade broke just a little. You were both barely into the house, and he was so far away from his bedroom. He honestly didn’t even know how he held on for so long without touching you, but when he stepped forward to tease you, your proximity intoxicated him. He couldn’t help coming closer.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much. I even showed you what you did to me before I left. You just tease and tease and tease… it’s like you want me to suffer. Is that what you want, mommy?”

Jungkook caught the moment you snapped, a twitch in your eye making it clear that you were too far gone to stop yourself. Before he knew it, you were both kissing each other desperately. Your claws were scratching down his bare back while his fingers busied themselves removing everything he could touch. Buttons scattered to the floor, the sound of tearing fabric filled the air, and not a moment after removing your pants, Jungkook plunged himself into you.

You could barely hold yourself together, back pressed to the door, one leg wrapped around his hip while the other balanced on the ball of your foot. The moment was primal, desperate, and hungry. All that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans along with your whimpers. His hips hit against yours, the smacking sound loud enough to resound in both your ears, but neither of you cared. When you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and gripped at the roots of his hair, he growled into your neck and lost all control. His body temperature was well above the norm, sweat beads rolling down his temple and neck, only for you to lick them right up before they even reached the ground.

The urgency was so powerful, the need so great, that it only took a few minutes before you both came and fell to the floor. Heavy breathing filled the room, and cum leaked from between your legs. It took about five minutes before either of you spoke.

“I missed you… I missed you… I-” Jungkook was the first to talk, his shaky voice making it clear he was in distress.

“Don’t cry, baby. I’m here now. I’ll never leave you.”

Your words cut through him like a sharp blade, the promise hanging in the air along with the knowledge that you weren’t very good at keeping them. In that moment he came to the realization that everything was his fault. He was the one that left, he was the one that didn’t tell you how he felt before leaving, and it was his fault for not keeping better tabs on you.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it. I just love you. I’m in love with you, ____.”

His eyes finally opened and he noticed you hadn’t responded. Turning to you, he grasped your face and kissed you deeply hoping that the reason you were silent was because you were in a happy state of shock.

______

Jungkook never returned to school. He somehow managed to convince his parents that it wasn’t his thing and he even found a nice paying job that allowed him to get his own apartment. His relationship with you got more serious, and whenever he had the time available, he gave it all to you. Which is why he couldn’t understand why you were leaving him on a Saturday morning.

The weather was perfect, the clouds in the air and chilly temperature making it a stay-at-home-and-cuddle kind of day, but you were set on your schedule.

“Why are you going?” Jungkook frowned, sitting like a toddler with his legs in a ‘w’shape on the bed. He was wearing nothing but a long white tee. Underneath he was completely naked, the dried up cum on his inner thigh and belly evidence of what he’d done with you the entire night.

“Because, baby boy, I need to meet new clients and today was the only day they’d be in town. I told you this everyday for the past two weeks.”

“But still! I don’t want you to leave. I need youuu.”

He waited until you glanced in his direction to pretend a long, whiny stretch that also lifted up his shirt and revealed his newly aroused and thick cock. He knew you couldn’t say no to it. Especially not after last night when you begged him over and over and over…

“Baby, I can’t.”

Your words shattered his world, the way you spoke them as if he wasn’t the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. “What! Well...who is this client anyway? Is it a guy? Is it, mommy!? Are you going to go fuck some other man while I sit here like a pathetic …”

“Jungkook, stop it!”

Your tone upset him and he was about to stand up and attach himself to your leg if he had to but then you walked forward and slid your hands up your skirt and pulled down your panties. Without another word Jungkook adjusted his legs so that he was in a sitting position and you turned around and lifted your skirt enough so that you could sit on his lap.

“Be a good boy and fuck your mommy while I do my makeup.”

Jungkook didn’t need any other words. He gripped your hips and helped you sit neatly on his throbbing dick, lifting you up and down on his cock several times before becoming impatient. Sliding his hands over to your legs, he tugged them open so that they hooked over both sides of his legs, tearing your skirt in the process. You didn’t get a chance to complain, not with the way he had you bouncing on his cock. Somehow his hand made it into your hair, tugging your head back so that your back arched. His other hand was on your stomach holding you in place. The more power he put behind his thrusts, the higher you bounced, and the deeper he plunged. He could feel himself through your belly, and he almost came the moment he thought of filling it with his seed.

Needing to feel deeper, he stands, taking you with him and ripping the skirt even higher. He makes it to the front of your makeup mirror with you in tow, his dick still nestled inside of your slit. It’s an awkward position to hold, and when he lets go of your hair, you fall forward. Your hands catch you, landing over the surface of your dresser. Everything on it is jostled, his relentless thrusting rocking your body forward and closer to the mirror. And then you make the mistake of looking up and into his eyes. The reflection does nothing to lighten the intensity of his desire. He can see the way your eyes water, the mascara running down and ruining the process you started. You sob and plead for him to fuck you harder, drool running over your chin and onto the surface that currently supports the upper half of your body. You looked fucking ruined, and he knew then he’d won.

“Who owns this pussy, mommy? Hmm?”

“YOU! You do!”

“Good.” Jungkook growls over the shell of your ear before giving one last hard thrust. He empties himself completely, his own strength leaving his body the moment you release the grip you held on his cock.

After a few moments, he hears you grumble and complain. You must’ve caught a glimpse of your hair and face. He knew he made you late, but fuck that, you had to know who you belonged to. He steps back and helps you up. When he notices you heading for the bathroom, he stops you.

“Don’t clean it.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I want you to keep me inside of you all day. I want whoever this fucker is to smell that you’re mine. Be my good mommy, pleaseeee. Keep my cum deep inside.” He cups your cunt and then reaches into the drawer grabbing a new pair of panties. Bending down, he looks up at you with soft, pretty eyes and motions you to step into them. Sliding them all the way up, he removes your ruined skirt and kisses your lips gently.

“I’ll buy you a new skirt. I’m sorry.”

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When you leave, he feels absolutely miserable, the time alone leaving him with nothing to do but think. He knew Jimin was away at school and that you’d be busy away from the house, so entering your family home would be easy. Once there he makes his way into your bedroom.

Even after all this time you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to fuck him on your bed. Perhaps it was some sort of guilt you felt, fucking your son’s best friend behind his back, but sooner or later you were going to have to tell Jimin. You and he were in love, so there was no reason why you shouldn’t tell your son. Jimin was an understanding guy. Besides, Jungkook had a plan that would ensure everything went well.

Sitting on your bed, he had to calm himself a little, your familiar scent sending his body into euphoria. He felt himself get hard and it annoyed him that you were busy doing something without him. After all the sacrifices Jungkook had made for you, it was clear you were still too scared to move things along. So when he grabbed your birth control and flushed them down the toilet, he felt no remorse, and then when he returned to his own apartment and poked holes in his condoms, he also felt nothing. You would see soon enough how much he loved you and that he’d be there for you no matter what. Nobody could love you like him; nobody.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Lose You to Love Me Part 2

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: continuing the roller coaster between our favorite couple

Synopsis: Jack has to deal with you calling off the wedding and finding out you're pregnant with not one, but three babies

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Read Part 1 first

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

Warnings: mention of a miscarriage

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Jack had been laying down in your shared bedroom after you had left going over different scenarios in his head.

If he would have been honest with his wife from the beginning, none of this would have happened and he had no one to blame but himself.

There was a small knock on the door and Urban stuck his head in to check on his other best friend.

"I know you aren't okay, so I'm not even going to ask." He said while coming over and sitting next to him.

"What if she divorces me?" Jack quietly asks while looking down.

"There isn't a chance in hell she would do that no matter how upset she is at you. The two of you have gone through hell and back this year."

"But you saw the way she looked at me. All I could see was disappointment and I never want her to look at me that way again. I… just…. I'm the worst husband in the world right now."

"You are."

"Thank you for that, Urb."

"I'm your best friend and I have to be honest. All this shit could have been avoided if you had been honest and told her what was going in the first place. I remember telling you when we were 17 how much she loves you and not to do anything to fuck it up, but look how that turned out. We told you from the beginning to stay the hell away from Anitta and I remember Y/N telling you how uncomfortable she made her, but once again you ignored her. You have barely put her feelings into consideration this entire time and you could have ended this shit in May. Now when she actually did fight her, I don't even remember you asking her if she was okay. You were stuck on her breaking a promise to you and not even concerned about her well-being. Keep in mind she was there for you when you didn't have any of this and she always puts you first. You need to start putting your wife first and taking her feelings into consideration. She was right to call off the wedding until you two get on the same page. Truth be told, maybe the two of you got married too early. I know you love each other, but I need my best friends to work on their marriage. She should always be your number 1 priority and you haven't really treated her that way this year."

"I didn't even realize…"

"We all tried to tell you, but at the end of the day, you're an adult that can make his own decisions. We can't tell you what to do. But in the end, you hurt the person who would do anything for you and not give it a second thought."

"I don't even know what to do to try to get back in her good graces."

"Leave her alone and let her be. You should know that better than anyone. She'll talk to you once she's ready."

"What if…."

"No. We aren't making up and speculating things that haven't even happened. Think about it, if she honestly didn't want to be with you, she would have left a long time ago. She obviously sees something in you that makes her want to stay married to you. Just try to work on being better for her."

Jack took Urban's advice and was simply giving you your space. The both of you then decided to let social media know that the wedding would not be happening and of course his phone was blowing up non stop with people wanting answers as to what was going on.

It wasn't until he got a text from his younger brother Clay when it really hit home.

Clay- What the hell did you do to my sister?

Jack- Kept something from her since May and finally told her and she wasn't happy with me

Clay- I'm going to be honest. With as much shit she has put up from you, I'm not surprised if she was the one to call off the wedding. You have no idea what you have right in front of your face and how special she is. She will do absolutely ANYTHING for you and you still manage to fuck up which I don't understand. You brought this shit on yourself. Mom and dad aren't happy with you either. All that Anitta shit could have been dealt with early this year but you didn't shut it down. I don't know if this is related to that, but I have a feeling that it is

Jack- I get it and I'm going to try to do better by her. I already feel like shit as it is.

Clay- You should and there isn't any trying here. Just do it. Otherwise, someone else will really take your girl from you.

After Clay got finished giving his older brother a piece of his mind, he attempted to call you multiple times but you didn't answer.

But you did send him this

You- Clay, I love your brother more than life itself, but for right now I need to focus on loving myself. I am far from being okay, but I'll get there

Clay- If you need me to do anything for you, just say the word

You- I appreciate you. If I need you, I'll let you know

The incoming calls and texts to Jack's phone weren't slowing down any time soon.

Neelam- Umm….. someone want to tell me what’s going on?

2fo- You fucked up, didn't you?

Nas- I was supposed to catch the bouquet, what the hell did you do?

Quiiso- I'm thinking a milkshake probably isn't about to fix this one

Shloob- I can hide you from your wife. Just say the word, but I know your ass did something for it to be called off.

Druski- Sooooo….. I'll let Y/N know her real husband is now available. But seriously, yall good?

Ace- Y/N isn't even answering us so what the hell?

Nic- Sleep with one eye open

Dua- I feel like I want to make a joke right now, but seriously are you two okay?

Dani- Look, I don't know what you did because she won't tell me. However, I am always in your corner and you better fix this and fix it fast. You're my little brother and I adore you, but I have no hesitations to kick your ass when it comes to Lil bit.

Jack didn't even bother responding to anyone because he didn't have the energy. He already knew he fucked up and didn't have to get that said to him at least fifteen more times.

He was going to continue to give you your space and do whatever he needed to do in order to prove to you that he could be the husband that you deserved.

Jack saw all of your many instagram posts with you being on tour and spending time with Dani and Nic and was proud of you for sticking to your word with wanting to focus on yourself.

He admits that he had been selfish

Because he knew any time he needed you that you would be there without a second thought but he didn't give you that said treatment in return as of lately.

He still sent you flowers before every show, but would just send simple text messages wanting to check up on you.

You were responding and he didn't want to press his luck, so he left it at that.

Jack- Missing my baby and I hope you have an amazing show tonight. I love you.

You- Miss you too and I love you right back tenfold. Thank you for the flowers.

It wasn't until the next day that it got worse just when he thought it couldn't.

He had barely woken up when he saw he had a text from you and immediately opened it.

You- Jack, I’m scared shitless. I didn’t want to do this over text but I needed to tell you this as soon as possible. I’m pregnant. WITH TRIPLETS.

Jack was simply staring at the text message over and over again not believing what he was seeing.

He didn't even respond to you and immediately called his mother.

"Jack?"

All she heard were sniffles and was immediately concerned.

"Jack, what's wrong?" Her concern was now growing by the second because of Jack not answering her.

At this point in time, Urban came to ask if Jack wanted to go out to eat and saw his best friend upset and holding the phone to his ear, but not talking which left him confused.

"She… she….there's three of them…."

Urban then took the phone and tried to ask Maggie what was going on, but she didn't have an answer for him and put her on speaker.

"Jack, what? Three of what?"

"Damn, I can’t believe this."

"Can't believe what? We can't help if you don't tell us."

"We're barely even talking and then this…."

"And then WHAT?!"

"Y/N is pregnant."

"Yes! Godfather duties in full effect! I have to facetime her. I guess it's too early for her to start showing since she's still wearing her same tour outfits."

"With triplets." Jack whispered while sitting down.

"Come again?" Urban asked while looking at him dumbfounded.

"WHAT!?" Both of them heard Maggie say through the phone and her mind was going at 100 miles per hour.

"Just hold on. Let me call her." Jack simply held his head in his hands while Urban was looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Then they both heard your voice come through the phone.

Urban made a mental note to call you after because if Jack wasn't okay, he knew you weren't either.

"Y/N, sweetheart?"

"Yes, mom?" She heard through your sniffles.

Now both of her children were crying and she was now responsible to get both of you to calm down and was praying that her words of advice would help.

"Okay, first, congratulations. I am very excited to be a grandmother."

"Got damn it, Jackman! You would have to put three in me instead of one! Overachiever ass." You said through your cries. Saying it over and over again now made it feel more real.

"Baby, please don’t yell at me right now. I can't take it. I already feel like a shitty husband and now I'm scared shitless. Now I'm responsible for my wife, three babies, and twelve pets?"

"Damn." Urban said while scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay, you two. Listen. It's going to be okay, you know that you have a tribe of people behind you to support you."

"I… just.. Jack?"

"Yes, baby?" Jack answered you with his head still in his hands.

"I can't go through another miscarriage again. My heart can't take it. It was only one last time but if I end up losing three?" Jack heard your voice crack and felt some type of way about not being able to console you in person about this.

"We're not going to think like that. You're going to carry them to term this time."

"Okay, I'm going to give you two a chance to talk, okay? Call me if you need me." Maggie said before hanging up. Jack decided that he was going to face time you because he needed to put his eyes on his wife.

"I'll call her after you do." Urban said and left out the room in order to give the two of you privacy.

You saw where Jack was trying to face time you and you immediately answered.

And his heart broke all over again.

Both of your faces were red and puffy from crying and you were steadily wiping away tears from your face.

At least you weren't shaking like you were earlier and Dani had to get you to calm down which took her close to an hour.

You were the first to speak.

"Baby, I'm so scared." You quietly said while looking down and you were surprised that he actually heard you.

"I know, I am too. But we're going to get through this. But we need to stop thinking negatively. All three are healthy and they aren't going to have any issues. Um, Y/N?"

"Oh no. You called me by my first name. You hardly ever do that."

"It's nothing bad, I just. I don't want to tell you what to do. It's just a suggestion. But I need for all four of you…. holy shit… all four of you to be safe."

"You're about to ask me to cancel my tour and come home aren't you?" You said with more tears forming in your eyes and that broke Jack's heart once again. You've worked so hard for your career to take off. It finally was and now it had to be put on hold.

You admit that you wanted kids to Jack months ago, however, the two of you were on better terms than you were now. If it had happened then, you wouldn't have given it a second thought.

"It's the safest option, stink. Having multiples is always considered a high risk pregnancy and the fact that you miscarried before? I need my wife with me so I can keep an eye on her."

You were quiet for a few seconds before nodding your head and agreeing with your husband.

"Okay. I'll let Brandi know. I should be back tomorrow."

"Okay, I love you. So so very much."

"I love you too."

"It's going to be okay."

"I hope so. I don't see how my grandmother did this. Three at one time?"

"My wife is a badass and she's going to be just fine."

Once you hung up with Jack, you took a few minutes to yourself before calling Urban. You already knew that he was worried shitless about you and had been since you originally left.

He picked up without even giving the phone a chance to ring when he saw it was you.

"What do you need me to do? Say the word."

"I just.. I need a hug from my best friend right now but I have to wait until tomorrow to get it."

"You know you never have to ask. Why can't you come back now? I don't know if I can console your husband for another 24 hours because that…. that was a lot."

"I can try and be on a flight tonight."

"Please let me know. I'll come and get you. I'll bring Jack, but I don't trust him to drive right now. I… it's going to be okay Lil Bit."

"Thank you, Urby. I love you."

"Love you too. You know this shit is forever. I.. I know that big ass fight we had might have left you thinking I didn't care about you but that couldn't be further from the truth. You know you're my girl and no matter if we have disagreements, if you call me, I'm dropping everything and I'm going to make sure you're okay. Now do what you need to do in order to get back here so we have eyes on you and I'm going to check on your husband." You couldn't help but to have a few tears slip out and quickly wiped them away.

"I'll let you know when I'll be there."

Once you hung up, you went into overdrive telling Brandi that you needed to go home to Kentucky and that the tour would be postponed.

Dani was quietly helping you pack and eyeing you at the same time.

You had been quiet ever since you had talked to Jack and she was worried about her younger sister.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" You stopped your movements to look up at her and she sat down and patted the space next to her telling you to sit.

Once you did, she simply hugged you and the waterworks started all over again.

"I love you so much, you know that right?" Dani said and you immediately nodded while trying not to soak her shirt with your tears.

"You are going to be such an amazing mother to not one, but three beautiful babies that will think the world of you and Jack. You two are going to fix this and be on the same page."

"I hope so."

"No. No hoping. The two of you are going to put in the work to make this happen. Now, I'm going to make sure you get home okay and then you need to spend quality time with you and your husband. Shut out the world. I know you said you needed to focus on yourself, but I have a feeling that this will make the two of you a lot stronger and 2023 will be a better year."

Once the plane had landed, you looked out to see Jack and Urban waiting for you on the tarmac. It was around 1 am and you couldn't get off the plane fast enough in order to hug your husband.

Despite everything that went down, you were still mad at him but you did miss him.

After you descended the steps, you ran full speed and he caught you as your legs wrapped around him.

And that’s when the tears started again.

Jack was rubbing your back trying to console you as best as he could.

"I'm happy you’re back."

"Me too."

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y/ninsta: I didn't want to do this but this is for the best. The 777 tour is now postponed until further notice. I love all of you so so much but, taking care of myself is a priority. Hopefully it won't be long until we see each other again. 💕

jackharlow: love you 💖

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It was around 4 in the morning and you were still wide awake. You had a feeling Jack was too since his breathing pattern hadn't changed. You were simply staring off into space and he was the first to break the silence.

"Baby, I know you aren't asleep. What's wrong besides the obvious?"

"There are literally three more heartbeats in my body besides my own. And I don't know when I'm supposed to start to show, but because there are three I can already see a difference from last week. I don't want anyone to know about this because I do not need the stress. I’ve dealt with enough for the past year to last me a lifetime and I know they’ll be able to sense it."

"I agree. We need to keep you as stress free as possible. And I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it."

"I'm still mad at you."

"I know, but we have something else to focus on now. So I guess I'll take a break too because you're my priority."

"Hmm, sure hasn't felt that way as of lately."

"And I'm going to be better about that. I got my ass handed to me by you, my parents, Urban, and Clay. I know I haven't been the best husband towards you and that needs to change. I never ever want you to feel like that ever again. You are literally the most important person in my life and I need to treat you like you are."

"It's not only you, I have things to work on as well."

"And we'll get there but for right now we have them to focus on. Did they tell you the gender when you went to your appointment?"

"It's still too early to tell. I think I can find out in a few more weeks. Maybe we’ll give the envelope to Dani so only she knows. We can do a gender reveal party, that would be cute."

"Okay."

"Oh, babe? Can you do something for me?"

"Anything, what do you need?"

"I was supposed to go to Dua's show tonight in Atlanta and I'm not feeling up to it. Can you go for me? I don't want her to think I forgot or something."

"I'm not…"

"You can leave me for one night. Urban will stay with me and I'll call Dani."

"Okay, I'll go, but I'm coming right back."

"Okay, thank you."

"Of course but I need you to sleep, baby."

"My mind won't slow down. I just…. I want to because I'm exhausted but…"

"Come here."

Jack moved you closer to him and now your head was laying on his chest.

"This works every time. You'll be out in ten minutes."

All Jack did was rub small circles on your back and sure enough you had fallen asleep.

Three days later, you woke up to the news of Dua and Jack apparently dating on your timeline on instagram.

"They cannot be serious. They know I'm married to you so what the hell?"

“They just want something to talk about, so let them. Obviously they’re looking for something since we called off the wedding. Let them speculate all they want. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?”

“The Harlows don’t clear up rumors. If that’s what they want to believe, let them. But I mean seriously? Why did they put you instead of me? It would have made more sense.”

“Baby, not helping.”

“Did I lie?”

“They did it because they saw us backstage together at her show and of course they took it and ran with it. Oh, and she definitely was not excited to see me and that’s what made me facetime you.”

“Oh, shit. I have an idea.”

“Oh no.”

“If they want to talk so much about things that they don’t know, let’s give them something to talk about.”

“Baby…..”

“Run with it and troll in the comments and I’m about to call Bryson.”

“WHAT???!”

“We need all of the distraction that we can get to keep them from finding out that I’m pregnant for the time being and this is the perfect distraction. There’s a movie premiere coming up and he can go with me to L.A. and then I’ll come back home. I’ll do my New Year's Eve performance with Miley and then I’m going ghost.”

“Neelam and Brandi need to know before they want to kill us.”

“Already done.” You said as you finished typing the text message.

You were currently laying down upstairs and eating fruit that was propped up on your now protruding belly. It was a very small bump, but it was there.

You then heard Curse’s voice and her talking to Jack and Urban since the door to your bedroom was wide open.

And she had asked for you.

“I need to talk to her, I just… this has gone on for too long.”

“Yasmin, wait!”

“Wait for what? What in the world are you two hiding and being so protective of her for? I mean you’re protective of her anyway, but now it’s like the two of you are on overdrive.”

You then sent a text to Urban to let him know to send her upstairs so that the two of you could talk. Even though the two of you had been interacting on social media, you never really talked about what happened and what had gone down between the two of you. You quickly covered your stomach with one of Jack’s New Balance sweatshirts that you were wearing as you heard her footsteps.

She made her way into the bedroom, but you knew she was hesitant.

“Come sit.” You quietly said and moved your many snacks off the bed. Jack would kill you for getting so many crumbs everywhere later, but he was just happy that you were eating healthy.

She did as she was told and it was quiet for a few minutes until she broke it.

“I’m sorry and I know that doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’m sorry it also took me this long to come and talk to you about it with just the two of us. I was just so mad and so upset and I… something similar happened in my last relationship and all I got were flashbacks. So once again, I knew deep down that you would never do that to Urban and I just feel so horrible about the whole thing. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I forgive you.”

“I… wait, what? Just like that? That was too easy. Don’t you want to scream at me?”

“Yes, like that. I’m trying this new thing where I don’t want to cause myself to be under a lot of stress and your explanation made sense. Just know that I would never ever hurt you or Urban that way.”

“There’s something different about you.”

Oh shit.

“Different how? What do you mean?”

“I literally had to fight tooth and nail to get up here to see you. I know that they are both very protective of you but what I just saw was on another level.”

“Hmm.” You said while taking a drink of your sparkling water.

“Y/N….. are you pregnant? That would be the only thing that would make sense. You canceled your tour, you’re back home, and….”

All you did was simply lift up your sweatshirt to show her.

“OH MY FUCKING SHIT I WAS RIGHT!”

“But it’s not just one.”

“Come again?”

“There’s three.”

“Holy shit. Did Jack faint when you told him?”

“I was scared shitless so he found out through a text message because I was still mad at him about something, but Urban told me he thought he was going to. Thank goodness he was there with him.”

“And that was all natural? Like no IVF?”

“No, besides my mom is a triplet. She flipped her shit too when I told her.”

“Wow, you lost one, but gained three. That’s a blessing.”

“It is, even though I didn’t see it that way before when I first found out.”

“Well, I’ll be here to help you every step of the way too.”

“And I appreciate you. I already have to deal with two grown babies downstairs and now I’m going to have three more?”

“Ehh, they’re going to have to learn how to fend for themselves from now on.”

“Yasmin, we can’t be talking about those two idiots downstairs because that will never be a reality.”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL US?”

“STOP FUCKING EAVESDROPPING URBAN HENRY!”

“I HAD TO MAKE SURE MY GIRLS WERE OKAY!”

“WE’RE FINE, NOW ORDER US PIZZA.”

“BABY, NO! TOO GREASY!”

“JACKMAN! BABY NUMBER TWO WANTS IT SO GET IT!”

“FINE!”

“That man can never tell you no.”

“Mm hmm and just wait if we have girls, it’s going to be ten times worse. Especially if they look like me.”

After you had spent the day with Yasmin, she took it upon herself to make you a care package with all your favorite foods (that you could still have) with the help of Urban. She also added bath bombs, candles, a few pregnancy books, and even three matching onesies.

Not wanting to take a bath by yourself, you dragged your husband into the bathroom with you so you could put one of the bath bombs to good use. You were currently laying on his chest when he got an alert saying that someone was outside the house at the front door.

You knew it wasn’t Urban seeing as he went out with Yasmin, so you were confused as to who it could be.

And then you heard her voice through the speaker.

"Jack open the fucking door and let me see my baby cousin since neither of you are answering your phones. If not, I will find a way inside."

“Is that? Is that Nicole?!”

“She doesn’t know, does she?” Jack asked and you looked up at him to shake your head no.

“Baby, out of all people you should have told her because you know she constantly wants to terrorize me on a daily basis. And the fact that she hasn’t seen you? She’s going to think I kidnapped you.”

Before you could respond to him, you heard her voice once again.

“Fine. That’s it. Since nobody's answering me, I’m bringing in back up. Private Garden is now on their way too because they’re concerned about the two of you.”

“Oh, shit.”

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lskisms · 9 months

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friend zone (love zone), s. adamu

syn. carmy stands syd up. you come to the rescue. and so does syd.

gen. romance.

warnings. lapslock intended, sapphic realness.

word count. 0.5k.

note. title from friend zone by ab6ix. prompt taken from this list. please feel free to send in a number + a character from any of the fandoms i write for. you'll get a cute little drabble out of it.

[2:34 pm] syd: do you want to try a bunch of different places with me?

sydney’s text is unexpected, but never, ever unwelcome. you pick it up and read it over, glad for a distraction from the paper you’re currently working on for your shakespeare class (it’s not due for another three weeks, but you want to be done with it sooner rather than later). you’ve been slaving away for hours and your fingers are starting to foreign to yourself after spending so long typing away on your laptop.

[2:35 pm] sure, i need a break from this paper.

[2:35 pm] is there any reason you’re restaurant hopping tho?

your friend’s reply comes a few seconds later.

[2:35 pm] syd: carmy and i have been working on the chaos menu today

[2:35 pm] syd: we were going to cleanse our palettes and get some ideas, but he bailed.

[2:36 pm] syd: i don’t really want to be sitting at these restaurants alone, so you in?

you smile to yourself, closing your laptop and standing up. after you stretch your arms and legs, roll your shoulders back to release tension from your spine, you type back a quick reply, telling her that you’re definitely in. you get dressed in what you think is your cutest cold weather outfit and check yourself in your mirror.

[2:38 pm] syd: okay, cool. meet you in front of kasama.

not even twenty minutes later, you see her leaning against the black brick facade, scrolling through her phone and looking moderately annoyed, no doubt at carmen for bailing. when she hears you approaching, though, she looks up and smiles, waving, which you return. the second you reach her, she kneels down and you look at her, confused.

“sorry. just… your shoelaces are untied. um… i didn’t think you noticed, so… you know… i’m tying them for you,” she says, not even looking up as she brushes off the question she knew was brewing. her fingers move quick and nimble, double knotting your converse without a word, strangely intimate in a way that tying shoelaces shouldn’t be but is because it’s her. the smile she wears when she stands back up is a little shy.

“um… thanks, syd,” you reply, tucking some hair behind your ear.

she nods, looks away, looks back at you. there’s a little tension, but it immediately dissipates when she gets back to the reason for you being here.

“so! like i said, carm and i were going to cleanse our palettes, look for some inspiration for the restaurant, but… yeah, he bailed out on me the second i got here, so…”

carmen, from all the interactions you’ve shared with him (few and far between), is a nice guy, for what it’s worth, if not a little spacy and rough around the edges. you like him well enough, but you can’t help but feel a little annoyed that he left your friend out to dry like this. still, it’s given you an opportunity to spend more time with her.

“well, i don’t know much about food, so…”

“you’re good company and i could use an outsider’s perspective.” syd smiles at you and nods towards the entrance to kasama.

you let her lead the way.

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Evermore

synopsis; in which you can no longer ignore all the signs of your husband’s affair.

pairing; husband!kim taehyung x wife!reader

genre; angst, marriage au

rating; PG-13

warnings; infidelity, not so much a warning but mentions of Yeontan to help keep you sane yw

w/c; 889

a/n; happy angsty reading! pls keep sending more if you enjoyed! <3 this is a repost from my old account.

song to listen to; evermore by taylor swift ft. bon iver

It was currently November, though it all started in July, or so you think. Least, that’s when you first started noticing the signs. Who knows exactly how long this whole affair has been going on.

Gray November, I’ve been down since July.

Your whole body felt heavy due to all the bottled up anger, sadness, and despair you kept inside, selfishly trying to keep yourself alive amongst all the chaos and denial you dealt with daily.

It was the night before the 4th of July, you recall. You were supposed to meet up at the movies to watch the third installment of your shared all time favorite franchise. A movie that you booked tickets for together months in advance. Only to be left in the dark room all alone, the only light illuminated from the projector. Glancing down at your phone that emitted a soft glow, you let out a quiet sigh of discontent not wanting to disturb fellow movie goers around you.

From Husband:

Sorry y/n, won’t be able to make it. This meeting is going on for way longer than expected. I’ll see you at home later, don’t wait up for me, okay? Save me some popcorn, though! Can’t wait to hear all about it! Love you.

That should’ve been your first red flag.

Motion capture, put me in a bad light.

Not that he left you to watch the movie alone, but yes, that sucked. He’s done it before, though. When you know for a fact he was caught up in a meeting, or so you hoped, thinking back on it now.

No. No, it was a detail that no one would’ve picked up on besides you, and in fact, most people would just scoff at and say you were over reacting. He was probably in a rush to send that text, they would say. He didn’t have time. Yeah, okay. Sure, whatever. But you knew.

Especially since you made a pact not too long after you started dating that you would use your pet names instead of your actual names when addressing each other. Or, not so much a pact, but more so just an unspoken rule you developed out of a daily habitual use of said pet names. He literally hasn’t called you by your name in years.

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong.

It was engraved in you since you were a little girl to be the ever doting, ever loyal, ever loving, ever faithful wife. Whenever you so chose to be one. Lord knows you were never in a rush. In fact, it wasn’t until you hit your 5 year anniversary that he got down on one knee and popped the question. Yet, you were still surprised when it happened. Still not expecting it for another 5 years later, at the very least. But, Kim Taehyung had other plans it seems. Ever the hopeless romantic, you should’ve known. Him always being the one to talk about your future together, hinting at a wedding and a big family with a little dog. At least you were able to cross off two of those, you thought bitterly. Contrary to the gentle pats you were currently giving to the Teacup Pom, Yeontan.

As the months progressed, he became less subtle. The lipstick stains on his collar of a color that didn’t exist in your make up collection, the waft of perfume you would smell as he kissed your cheek upon coming home that you knew wasn’t yours. And yet, you were still in denial. Not willing to risk losing him, your heart suffered instead.

Writing letters, addressed to the fire.

The only solace you had, being to write out your aggression of the day onto a piece of paper that would then meet the kiss of fire you would ignite nightly in your fireplace and burn, each time hoping and praying for it to cleanse your head and heart along with it.

It never worked. And you always cried silent tears of misery so as not to wake your peacefully sleeping husband curled up with the Teacup Pom in the next room over who came back from yet another late night out.

You never thought you would end up here. Being that wife that would become the gossip of other fellow wives. Becoming the ever pining wife that would stand alone in the dark at two o’clock in the morning looking out the window and waiting for your husband to come home. Craving his words and his touch. Knowing you weren’t currently getting either of those. She was. Whoever she is. You had no clue.

And I was catching my breath. Staring out an open window….

You stared longingly at your husband who just pulled up in the driveway. Yeontan running around your feet in excitement upon recognizing the sound of his human’s car. As he went to step out of the car, an article of clothing fell out, one he was quick to recover and throw in the backseat. More importantly one that was very obviously, not yours. Looking around to see if he had been caught, he locked eyes with you in the window. His widening in guilt, yours crying unrelentless tears as you stared emotionlessly, arms crossed over your chest where your heart just broke for the last and final time.

Catching my death.

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In Living Color

Chapter 8

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 4,256

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: Sexual content. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI! We block minors!

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June 14th, 2021

Nat rubbed her eyes with a yawn as she listened to the phone ring, hoping she wouldn’t wake him before he had planned on getting up for the evening’s night shoots. As the call continued to ring she contemplated hanging up and just texting him instead, but Chris answered. “Happy day after your birthday,” she laughed, smiling widely as he chuckled, his voice raspy with sleep. “Feel old yet?”

“Based on how sore I’ve been all week, I think I’ve felt old for a while now,” he groaned, making Nat laugh a little, although she knew it was the truth. He’d been hard at work the past few weeks, busy with stunt sequences she couldn’t even picture in her mind based on the vague descriptions he’d shared. “Turning forty is just the nail in the coffin.”

She tutted, telling him, “Well you don’t look a day over thirty-nine.”

He scoffed, his voice unconvincing as he replied, “Thanks, that really makes me feel a lot better, Nat.”

“How was your birthday?”

“It was fine, just was on set all day. I got to talk to Ma and my sisters and my nephews and niece sang to me which was fuckin’ cute,” he informed her, but then paused as he yawned. “Then I also got this really incredible drawing of Buzz Lightyear with Dodger in place of Sox.”

She smirked, having been waiting for his reaction to that gift in particular. “Oh did you?” She asked, her voice plain.

“Yeah, this really talented artist I know made it for me,” he played along. “I think she might know that I love handmade gifts, and this is my favorite gift I’ve gotten in a long time.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the praise, wanting nothing more than to be there with him, especially on his special week. “I’m really glad you liked it,” she told him quietly.

Chris’ voice was anything but teasing when he interjected, “I like you a lot more.”

Nat sighed, the longing only intensifying the more he spoke and shared what he’d been feeling. “...I wish it wasn’t another month until I see you,” she murmured, unable to stop imagining that day in July when he finally arrived back in California to see her.

“Me too, Nat,” he whispered back, the rasp in his voice sending a chill down her spine. “So what are you doing today?”

“Just going to work. I’m meeting with some of the animators and they’re going to show me some of the chunks of Lightyear that’s done,” she shrugged to herself before she yawned quietly, the early hour something she wasn’t used to lately. “I’ll send you some videos.”

“You better!” He laughed, and it did nothing to quell the emotions she felt. “I was wondering if you were going in early… normally you’re still asleep now.”

But Nat shook her head, more to herself than to anyone, as she unplugged her phone from the charger and moved to lay on her back again. “I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d just call you instead,” she informed him.

“I’m glad you did. I’m still in bed too,” he mumbled, then paused while Nat stayed quiet and didn’t make any noise of acknowledgement. “...You okay, Nattie?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she explained, then bit her lip before she decided to just go for it, not being able to hold back her emotions any longer. “It’s just that it’s cold in bed and I’m alone and I’m not getting touched by you and I miss your kisses, and I miss you.”

She could hear his sharp intake of breath and a muffled sound as the blankets moved around him, then Chris told her with a low voice, “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now than have my hands on you.”

She all but shivered then, her voice unsteady as her longing turned into desire. “That makes two of us,” she replied.

“I wish I was in bed next to you right now, Nattie,” he told her, his voice clear as she switched the call to speaker, putting the phone down on the bed next to her “I wish I could hold you tight and kiss every inch of you.”

“Chris…”

He was quiet, and the only sound that filled the room were Nat’s deep pants until he finally asked, “...Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Nattie, I want you to touch yourself for me,” he instructed, his voice dangerously low as Nat’s fingers moved instinctively. “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of you.”

She nearly whimpered at a twist of her finger, unable to focus on anything except the sound of his voice and the touch of her hand. “I wish you were the one touching me,” she admitted with a whine.

He chuckled, and Nat could nearly picture the devilish smirk on his face when he told her, “That makes two of us.”

Her head flew back against the pillow, jaw dropping as she let out a moan then said, “I can’t wait until you’re back.”

“I want to be with you right fuckin’ now,” he muttered, pausing as he shifted on the other end of the call, then told her, “I want to be the one touchin’ you, Nattie.”

She couldn’t catch her breath for a few moments, feeling something build inside her. “You will be,” she whimpered as she slipped another finger inside of herself.

“I wanna be kissin’ you and suckin’ on your neck that had you moaning that last night,” he rambled, voice sending waves of electricity through Nat and spurring her on. “I want my fingers to be the ones inside you. I wanna grab that pretty ass of yours, Nattie.”

“Chris,” she moaned, unable to stop the nearly incoherent sounds from pouring out of her.

He groaned on the other end of the call, silent until he ground out, “You like thinking of me touchin’ you, Nattie?”

“God, yes,” she replied, wishing so badly that she could touch him, picturing the tattooed chest in her mind, with the chain dangling between his pecs as his hands moved over and in her.

A low, dangerous chuckle spilled from his lips before he admitted, “I can’t wait until I get to have my hands all over you. I’m going to need to take my time with you when I get back.”

She whimpered as she hit that spot inside of her, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before she instructed, “You better.”

“God, your moans are so pretty, Nat. I’m goin’ crazy thinking of you laying in bed touchin’ yourself for me,” he moaned himself, his voice sounding strained as he panted. “Fuck, Nattie, I want you so bad.”

“I just,” she moaned, unable to catch her breath. “I need, oh!”

“I know you’re close, Nattie. Keep touchin’ yourself for me,” he all-but ordered, Nat following his instructions without hesitation as her fingers moved, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she hit her peak. “I can’t wait until those are my fingers inside you makin’ you moan like this. Can’t fuckin’ wait to memorize the way you look coming apart for me.”

But Nat couldn’t even respond for a moment as she layed in bed panting, her lungs trying to catch her breath while she felt her body relaxing into the sheets as she came down from her high. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, just relishing in the feelings washing over her body until Chris’ low voice asked from the other end of the line, “Feelin’ good, Nattie?”

“That was a good way to wake up,” she couldn’t help but laugh, running a hand through her sweat-soaked curls.

He huffed, letting out a small sigh as he stretched. Nat ached again to be next to him, to feel his muscles behind her as he agreed, “You’re telling me.”

“Chris?” She asked, voice small. She paused until he hummed, then told him, “I really miss you.”

Chris let out another laugh, voice dripping with sarcasm as he said, “I could tell.”

“That’s not what I meant, asshole,” she rolled her eyes, listening fondly at his laughter. “I mean that I really just… miss you.”

“I miss you too, Nattie. I really do,” he assured her, his tone serious this time.

She listened to his breathing, almost able to pretend he was there next to her if she closed her eyes. “Only one more month,” she said, more to herself than anything.

“One more month.”

Chris listened to what Joe was telling him before the director stepped back up to the monitor, watching through the last scene again. The directors motioned for the actors to take fifteen while they got ready to rerun the last take, so Chris gladly took the chance to sit down.

It’d been a long few weeks away from home – away from everyone except for Scott – and while he was having fun on his first big project since he left Marvel, he was still finding it hard to get back into the rhythm of shooting after traveling so much, and after his unexpected break in 2020.

With a quiet thanks to Scott as his brother – and assistant, as much as Scott hated the title – handed him a water bottle, he listened as Scott quietly told him, “Hey Chris, Nat texted me and said she’s trying to get a hold of you.”

“Okay, I’ll call her,” he nodded, a little confused at what was up. Nat always respected when he was working, careful to not text more than once or twice without a reply when he was on set. But to go through Scott made him worried, although he did remind himself that it was likely just something funny or lighthearted… or Nat thinking about earlier. “Do you have my phone?”

Scott nodded, digging into his pocket and pulling out Chris’ old iPhone. “Yeah here you go,” he paused, handing the phone to Chris. He was quiet as Chris turned on the screen, taking in the several missed calls and notifications from her. “She left you a voicemail too.”

He thanked Scott and got up, heading off the set to near where the trailers were. He quickly dialed her number, thankful when she answered and told her, “Hi Nattie.”

“Hey I’m sorry to bug you while you’re working, I’m just so upset,” she explained, pausing and leading Chris to worry even more. “I went to the gym and my car got stolen.”

He honestly couldn’t have even dreamed of that being the subject of her displeasure, instead imagining a shitty work day or some stupid argument with her sisters. But he realized there was no way Nat could even get by for a week with no car, especially with her schedule. To get a rideshare onto the Pixar Campus would be challenging enough, and for someone like Nat, it’d be a cause of anxiety. But his fears didn’t stop there, instead he was uncomfortable with the knowledge that someone hurt her, even indirectly, and took something from her. She took so much pride in that car, loving it so much, and it was something he always associated with her – that orange SUV was literally the love of her life. “What?!”

“My car got stolen,” she repeated, sniffling before she cursed to herself. “I was at the gym and when I came out there was broken glass on the ground and my car was gone.”

“Nat, are you okay?” He asked, louder than he intended.

He didn’t even realize Scott had made his way over until he felt a tap on his shoulder, and he spun around to look at his worried face as he asked, “What’s going on?”

“Nat’s car got stolen,” he told Scott quietly, then stared in front of him and repeated, “Are you okay, Nat? Where are you now?”

“I’m at home. I’m okay, I’m just really frustrated,” she admitted, groaning out in annoyance.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, quiet as he thought for a moment. “Did you already report it to the police?” He asked her, his voice lower.

“Yeah I called them and they came to the gym and filed a report,” she explained, then let out a bitter laugh. “As sad as I am about my car, I’m almost more annoyed I left my purse in the car because I had to go get my spare key from Mark so driving in rush hour traffic to his house probably made me more annoyed than anything.”

But Chris felt his heart all but stop at her brief expansion of the story, realizing one key detail from it. “Your purse was in the car?” He asked her slowly.

“I had left it but-”

“Nat, you need to go to my house,” he rushed out, motioning for Scott to hand him his phone.

“What? Why?”

He let out a short breath, then explained, “If they have your purse they have your keys, driver’s license, and your work ID and everything.”

“I know but they can’t get onto campus because my work badge has my picture,” she informed him, her voice a little frustrated. “And they don’t know where I live.”

“Yes they do, it’s on your license and car registration,” he reminded her. He was terrified at the thought of Nat in that apartment, alone with an already questionable door, while some assholes had not only her address, but her keys as well. It was asking for trouble and he couldn’t let her mess with her own safety like this. “Nattie, this is really bad.”

But Nat was nothing if not stubborn and independent, and it showed when she replied, “I’m sure they ditched my purse and just wanted the car.”

“But you don’t know that,” he tried to reason, already searching for security camera companies on Scott’s phone, trying to get someone to go to her apartment. “Nattie, I really want you to go stay at my house.”

She sighed in frustration, telling him, “Chris, I’m sure it’s fine. I doubt they even found my keys with how messy my purse is.”

“Look, Nat, I’m not trying to freak you out but I’m really worried about someone having the keys to your apartment. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he admitted, closing his eyes as he imagined the worst possible outcome. “Please go spend the night at my house, just for tonight. I need to know that you’re safe.”

Nat was quiet for a few moments, enough that he almost thought she was finally getting it – getting how fucking terrified this made him – until she quietly protested, “I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

“Nattie… please? For me?” He nearly whispered, jaw clenched.

He focused on every tiny noise from her end of the call, the short huff of breath and sigh before she finally agreed, “...Okay, but only if you’re sure.”

“I’m texting you the code right now,” he told her, pulling the phone away and sending her the code to his garage and gate. “And Nat, I’m going to have someone come and change your locks and put up some security cameras at your apartment. I’ll have Scott set it up and let you know when they’re coming.”

“You really don’t need to do that, Chris,” she murmured, voice small.

“Trust me, there’s no way I’ll sleep if I don’t,” he confessed, a short laugh almost escaping him before he heard something behind him near the set, then Scott tapped his shoulder and motioned that it was time to resume filming again. “Hey, I’ve got to get back to set, but promise me you’ll leave right now and text me when you get to my house.”

He could hear her phone buzz as the text arrived, along with another right after it. “I’m grabbing my backpack right now and I’ll call Mark or Jamie to give me a ride,” she told him, her voice slightly muffled as she moved around her apartment.

“Okay, I’ve got to go back to set but I’ll call you as soon as I’m done,” he murmured, waving his hand as a PA started motioning him over. “And will you text Scott when you get to my place?”

“I promise I will,” she assured him, sounding a little less frustrated and upset… finally.

They both shared their goodbye’s before Chris clicked the red button on the phone and let out a long sigh to try to relieve the tension that he’d been holding in his body. A hand came up to scratch at his beard while Scott put a hand on his shoulder as he commented, “That didn’t sound good.”

“It’s not. Nat’s keys and everything were in her purse that she left in the car,” he told his brother, shaking his head as they made their way back on set and he handed Scott his phone. “Scott, I found a security camera company here, can you call them and have them go install cameras at Nat’s place? And then also call somewhere and get someone to go change her locks? I think you already have my wallet so you can use my card.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Scott promised, already tapping away at his phone. “And I’ll let you know when she texts me.”

Chris nodded, mind racing as he told him, “Let me know as soon as you can.”

Chris glanced over at the director who was waving him over incessantly now, and he patted Scott’s shoulder to silently say thank you before jogging back over to the camera. He got into position, but while they adjusted the lighting, he couldn’t help but find his mind wandering. He’d known Nat since February and had found that in that time, she’d slipped into his life so effortlessly, ever since that first day he’d seen her crashing into the glass door of that Pixar conference room.

But this was a wake up call for him. He knew he liked Nat, but for the first time he recognized just how deep he’d fallen in for her without even realizing it. The thought of anything even remotely happening to her was almost too much to bear. Thinking of Nat being upset about her car, let alone the thought that something bad happening to her made him sick to his stomach and longing to jump on a plane right then and there to go back to her. He couldn’t stand the thought of not having her and that was something he was finally starting to realize.

He’d known for a long time that he was interested in her. Nat had intrigued him with her humor, talent, and confidence, but the more he’d gotten to know her, the more he’d found things that he loved about her. She was so sensitive and touched by everything. She was down to earth and didn’t take herself too seriously. But she was vulnerable and a straight shooter, she wasn’t afraid of emotions and didn’t mind sharing them and that was something he hadn’t experienced in the same way. She seemed to calm him and ground him in a way he wasn’t used to, he simply just loved talking to her and being with her and the longer he was away, the more he recognized just how absolutely head over heels he was for her.

But it wasn’t an infatuation, or just some fling. He wasn’t interested in her for a good time or just for her looks, or even just someone to fill his time with as he’d done before. He truly just liked her and there was something about this that just felt… different. And once that next scene finished and Scott hurried over to tell him that Nat had texted and was at his house, he finally could breathe a little easier.

Chris was thankful for the distraction of filming to get his mind off of his worries but still was calling Nat the moment the filming for the entire evening was over. He gave her the rundown of when all the people were coming to get her new locks and install the security cameras but made her promise to spend another night in his house since everything wouldn’t be installed until the following evening and he swore just hearing that one soft, “Thank you for taking care of me, Chris,” and he wanted nothing more in that moment to just hold her in his arms and protect her from all the things of the world that Nat was too caught up in her beautiful artistic outlook of the life to see.

That feeling lingered in his heart as he went to his trailer, taking a warm long shower after filming and getting changed before he and Scott headed back to the hotel. His schedule was so mixed up with all these night shoots and he was getting ready to pull all the curtains to block out the sunrise when his phone started ringing. Assuming that it would be Nat, he quickly grabbed the phone and answered without even looking at the screen first.

“Hello, is this Chris?”

Chris frowned for a moment, his brain frantically trying to figure out who’s voice it was but came up with no answer and instead just replied, “Yes it is.”

“Hi Chris, this is Eric Marton, Nat’s dad. We met for just a minute a while ago when I was in California visiting Nattie,” the voice on the other end filled him in before supplying, “She gave me your number.”

Just the mention of Nat made a smile cross his lips and he instantly relaxed while moving around the room to toss a sweatshirt from the bed over to a nearby chair, “Yeah, I remember. It’s nice to talk to you again, Eric.”

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m calling you but I wanted to call to thank you.”

“Thank me?” His nose scrunched up at the thought, not having a clue what Nat’s father would want to thank him for.

He heard Eric clear his throat before the explanation came,“Nat told me about everything that happened with her car and that you had her go stay at your house and got all her locks changed.”

“I just couldn’t sleep knowing that someone had the keys to her apartment,” Chris simply stated, knowing that it was the truth. He put the phone on speaker and tossed it on the bed while he started peeling down his jeans to get ready for bed and went on telling Eric that, “Nat seemed to think that they just wanted the car but I was just so worried. I didn’t want anything to happen to her.”

“I know you didn’t, and I just had to call to say thank you,” his voice was soft and full of emotion, so much like Nat’s when her feelings were at the forefront. “I hope it doesn’t make me sound like too much of a crazy overprotective father calling about his 33 year old daughter, but I just love her so much and I worry about her.”

Chris just laughed softly while climbing into bed, grabbing the phone and holding it with one hand while the other came behind his head as he propped himself up against the pillows. He knew what it was like to be worried about the people he loved, especially his family, and he knew that with Nat’s mother having been gone for almost her entire life, it was natural Eric would feel a little more protective and worried about his girls. But Chris found it anything but odd, instead finding it so endearing and loving the fact Nat had people in her life who loved her so deeply and told Eric, “I don’t think it sounds crazy at all. I’m so close with my family so I get being worried about them.”

“I know that Nat can take care of herself, she’s certainly not helpless by any means,” Eric stopped to laugh, making Chris chuckle as well from knowing just how true that was. “But it’s nice to know that she has someone else looking out for her and taking care of her,”

“Well Eric, I couldn’t agree with you more in the fact that Nat can take care of herself, but I don’t want her to always have to,” he knew how much he meant it. He didn’t want Nat to have to do everything alone and he wanted to do what he could to protect and care for her. “Besides, my Ma would be the first to say that I’m a bit of a control freak and anxious to a fault, so I couldn’t relax until I knew she was somewhere safe.”

Chris smiled as Eric laughed at those words, knowing so badly that it just felt… right. And as they hung up and Chris went through the motions of getting ready for bed, he remembered how strange this stage of relationships used to feel, the awkward not-quite-dating yet stage before the we’re-doing-this one, but with Nat it all felt new and exciting. He didn’t dread returning to Los Angeles next month like he typically did, all because of her, his Nattie. He couldn’t wait to see her again, to hold her in his arms, and he couldn’t help but look at the clock as he laid in bed, counting down the hours in his mind until they were back together as he fell asleep.

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Bloom (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Warnings: Angst, Smut.

“Why else love, if not to feel stars exploding in our veins” - Butterflies Rising

You and Amelia arrive home around early afternoon and you quickly do your few work tasks for the day, so that its not a total loss. You hear Amelia put an album on the record player, and you hum along with her selection. You are fighting the urge to text Josh and see what he is up to. You wonder where they are going next. You wonder the next time you will get to see him, or even if you will. Next thing you know you find your self googling Greta Van Fleet. You see pictures of the guys in various stages of life. You see Josh with many different haircuts and you giggle to yourself. You open Spotify and pull up their artist profile and begin your deep dive into their music. As you continue your google searching you find out that Jake and Josh are twins, they are older than Sam and Danny, and they are from Michigan. You click on a link that takes you to a video of them performing in 2015 and you laugh at how far they have come since then. The next link takes you to twitter, where there are hundreds of people talking about Josh and the other guys. They are clearly huge fans, posting selfies with the guys and reposting photos of them all throughout their careers, along with jokes and various other things.

You begin to wonder if you are in over your head, you’re suddenly very overwhelmed when you spot a photo of you and Josh. You quickly click on it to make it larger. It’s a photo of you two walking out to the van last night. Josh’s arm linked through yours. Both of you smiling at each other. The caption reading, “Who is this????” With multiple comments of people speculating or asking the same thing.

You quickly close the computer screen shut and sit there and stare into space. You realize you should probably send the picture to Josh if he hasn’t already seen it. Maybe that’s why you haven’t heard from him, however you quickly talk yourself out of it.

You reopen the computer, take a picture of the screen and you text it to Amelia instead. She replies almost instantly.

Amelia: Aww! That is so cute! Better get used to it!

You: Not aww! I haven’t heard from Josh since yesterday morning and I am wondering if this is the reason! I don’t think he wants anyone to know about this “thing”.

Amelia: That’s show business babe, and from what Danny told me I don’t think that is the case.

You: What do you mean what Danny told you? Why am I just now hearing about this??? Come in the office right now!

A few minutes later Amelia steps through the door.

“Im sorrrrry, I didn’t want to say anything because technically it was a secret, but I don’t want you to worry.” She said.

You shoot her an icy look.

“Lets hear it.” You demand.

She sighs, “Okay so Danny told me that Josh hasn’t really dated anyone in while, and that this is the first time that he has ever had a girl back stage with him, let alone share his hotel room with. He said that he has been talking about you non stop, so I really wouldn’t worry about that picture…” She says reassuringly.

You let out a deep breath and spin around in your computer chair thinking about this new information. You find yourself biting the inside of your cheek.

“Well, it doesn’t change the fact that I haven’t heard from him since.” You say pointedly.

“I haven’t heard from Danny either if it makes you feel better. Let’s go grab some dinner.”

Dinner and the rest of the evening were relatively quiet. Knowing you both had a full day of work tomorrow, you decided to turn in early. You settle on watching a movie in bed and just relaxing until you fall asleep. Half way through ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’ you hear your phone buzz on your night stand. You pick it up. It’s Josh.

Josh: Hey pretty girl, I JUST got service. We have been driving through the mountains all day to Virginia and we finally just arrived. I have been thinking about you all day.

Your heart leaps out of your chest. You aren’t sure why your brain always assumes the worst but you have to stop listening to it. You reply quickly.

You: Hi! I have been thinking about you too. Glad you all made it safely. Have you seen this?

You attach the picture you took from your computer earlier and hit send.

Josh: I had not since I didn’t have any service, but I have now. It’s a cute picture. I think I’ll save it. ;)

Another text comes through right after.

Josh: I wish you were here.

You: Yeah, It is chilly here tonight, I could go for another good nights sleep with you to keep me warm.

Josh: I wish I could say it won’t be long, but I don’t think I will be home for a break for at least another month. We have already had quite a few ups and downs with this tour and having to cancel a few shows. I am hoping the rest of it goes smoothly.

You: It’s okay you’re worth the wait. ;) Sorry to hear about the cancellations. Im sending good vibes for the rest of the tour.

Josh: You will let me know If you want to come to any of the shows right? You can come to any of them. I’ll even let you share my hotel room…

You: Yeah, I will let you know. The last part sounds nice…

Josh: You know I never use my phone this much, my brothers are already making fun of me. Usually I can’t even find it. What have you done to me?

You: I can let you go…

Josh: NO! Im just saying, its nice to have someone of my own to talk to for once. Usually the guys call their girlfriends around this time every night, and I just hangout by myself until they are done. I am happy I can participate in the group activity now.

You: Happy to be of service. :)

Josh: I can think of a few things you could service…

You: Oh really? Like what?

Josh: Well, just use that beautiful mind, Im sure you can think of a few things. ;)

You: I will think about it, but will you?

Josh: I have been all day pretty girl. In fact I haven’t stopped thinking about it since we left the hotel. I’m going to get some sleep, our manager has a whole day planned for us tomorrow…

You: Sounds like fun! Goodnight Josh

Josh: Goodnight angel, sleep well. I will talk to you tomorrow.

You place your phone back on the night stand and finish your movie, but you haven’t watched a minute of it. You drift off to sleep replaying your favorite night with Josh, over and over, wishing you could cuddle up next to him right now.

You woke up the next morning feeling happier than usual. Something about knowing that you would talk to Josh again today made you that way. Like nothing could ruin your mood.

That is, until your little spat with your boss. After that, the rest of your day was uneventful.

Around 6:30 you receive a text from Josh.

Josh: Hey beautiful, we are about to start doing pre-show warm ups for tonight. I will call you after the show, before we hit the road? If it’s not too late? I don’t want to keep you up.

You respond immediately knowing he is going to put his phone down any second. You decide to keep it short and sweet.

You: I’ll be up, and looking forward to it. Break a leg. :)

You spent the rest of the night anxiously awaiting your phone call with Josh. Around 11:30 you are staring to doze off while waiting when you feel your phone vibrating on your bed.

“Hello?” You answer groggily.

“Hello lovely” Josh says with a raspy voice. “You sound like you were asleep?” he asks.

“I… wasn’t… fully asleep.” You say coyly. “I was just resting my eyes” you joke.

“How was the show?” You ask.

“It was great, it was a good one tonight, the crowd was really receptive and we all had a good time.” He says proudly.

“Aw, wish I could have been there. I have been brushing up on lyrics.” You say.

“Ah, I can give you a private lesson if you want. Just say the word. I happen to know them all.”he jokes.

“I’m sure you would be an excellent teacher.” You laugh.

“How was your day, did you do anything fun?” He asks.

It’s so weird that Josh, a literal rockstar, wants to know about your average and mundane everyday life. When his is the complete opposite.

“No, I had a small tiff with my boss over a scheduling conflict but other than that it was a pretty normal day for me. I was talking to Amelia about possibly going to one of those co-work office spaces just to get out of the house more but still be in a working environment. She told me about a couple and I may check them out next week. Fun stuff I know.” You joke.

“That sounds very efficient, but still communicative. That is probably where I would end up too. I like to talk to new people.” He says.

“No, not you!” You joke at his expense.

“We are on the road all night tonight to go to Pennsylvania.” He says.

“Do you play again tomorrow or do you have a night off? Im not sure how all of this works.” You say.

“Yes, we play again tomorrow, then we have a two days off, with traveling of course, and then we play another two nights in a row. It’s a little confusing, i’ll send you the tour schedule. That way you can count down the days until I get to come home for a break.” He says.

You can hear the excitement in his voice. You get butterflies in your stomach at the countdown statement. He wants to see you again when he gets back? Why you? You’re not complaining though…

“When are you supposed to have that break?” You ask.

“We are supposed to have a long break after the Bangor show around the beginning of October. Almost 10 days I think, before we hit the road again for another month.” He says. “And the minute I get home I’m coming to see you.” He announces.

“Oh hey, they are calling for us to get on the bus. I have to go for now, but maybe I can call you again tomorrow?” He asks.

“Of course, you can call me or text me any time you want. You know that.” You say.

“I do now.” He says. “Goodnight sweet girl, I will talk to you tomorrow”.

You can hear the sentiment in his voice.

“Goodnight to you too, whenever that will be, safe travels and I will talk to you tomorrow.” You reply.

“Bye babe” he says. “Bye” you reply right before you hit the end call button.

You spend yet another night dreaming of being wrapped up in Josh.

The next several days went about the same. You did end up going into a co-work space in East Nashville and it was really nice to be around others, also working remotely.

You and Josh texted a few times throughout the day but every night he would call you right around 11:30. You could tell that he likes to talk on the phone more than he liked to text. He would send you picture of random things that he would see in the cities they would visit but he really had a lot more to say over the phone. You talked about the shows on show nights, the funny signs he would see and the outfits people would wear. And on non show nights he would want to talk about your day and random topics he would choose. Every day you felt like you were getting to know him better and better becoming closer with each other. Each night he would tell you how many days were left until he would see you. And the number was officially down to one. Looking at their schedule they had a show tonight in Bangor, and then he would fly home for almost 2 weeks. He had already told you all of the things that he planned for the two of you to do together when he got back. You could hardly wait to see him, even though it had barely been 2 weeks since the last time you saw him.

He had texted you a few things today, his normal good morning, something funny one of the guys did at lunch and just a little while ago he texted you telling you they were about to go on and that he would call you after.

Around 11:30 you waited for your phone call with Josh. 11:30 turned into midnight, which turned in 12:30, with no phone call. You worried a little but chalked it up to Josh probably being tired and that you would just talk to him tomorrow. You decided to go to bed, knowing that tomorrow night around this time you would hopefully be intertwined with him into the early morning.

*Bzz, Bzz, Bzz* you wake up to your phone vibrating on your night stand. The clock showing 2:41AM. It’s Josh.

With squinting eyes you read his text.

Josh: I know its late, I’m sorry I didn’t call you babe, I fucked up really bad.

After that bombshell of a text, your heart drops for a second. You read it again. You contemplate replying now, or in the morning. If he is awake right now, something must be wrong.

You: What’s wrong Josh? Is everything okay?

You nervously wait for his reply, your hands starting to get clammy. You see the three dots begin to move and stop before starting back again.

Josh: Something happened at the show tonight and I am in horrible pain. I don’t want you to worry but I will text you when we land tomorrow.

That’s right, they are supposed to come home tomorrow.

You: Im so sorry, I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. I hope you can get some sleep tonight. Goodnight Josh.

Josh: Night angel

You try to go back to sleep but you toss and turn all night wondering what could have happened at the show. You finally fall back asleep thinking of the possibility of seeing Josh tomorrow.

The next day you pace around nervously wondering and waiting to hear from Josh. You are dying to know what happened but you refuse to check social media. You want to hear it from him.

Around 2:30 your phone rings. It’s Josh.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Hey babe, We are back in Nashville. Jake is going to take me home if you want to come over?” He says.

“Sure, just text me your address. Also, are you feeling okay? Are you sure you’re up for me coming over? I completely understand…” he cuts you off suddenly.

“Yes, Im sure. You’re the only person I want to see right now.” He says.

“Okay, well I will see you in a little while…” you say

“See you then.” he replies.

Once the phone call ends you rush around trying to freshen up and decide on something to wear. Josh texts you his address and you see that he only lives about 10 minutes away.

You head over to his house around 3:15 to make sure that he has enough time to get back from the airport and settle in a bit. You are shaking with nerves. You haven’t seen him since that day in Knoxville, where seemingly everything changed. Mentally and physically.

You pull into his driveway and see his jeep sitting there. You notice lights on inside the house and you know he is home. You wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans and turn off your car.

You get out and begin to walk to the door. Josh opens the front door before you make it there, leaning against the door jam, looking just as beautiful as you remember.

“You found me” he says.

“Well google found you, I just followed the directions” you joke.

He ushers you inside and you’re met with the very faint aroma of incense, a type you can’t quite put your finger on just yet. It smells just like Josh.

“Okay I can’t take it anymore, what’s wrong? What happened?” You beg.

“Ahhh…..” He lets out an exasperated breath. “Lets sit” he says falling into his leather couch.

“So the show was going great, nothing out of the ordinary, we were at the very tail end of the set. I decided to go stand over by Jake while he did his thing, and honestly I am not super sure what exactly transpired but I was standing too close to one of the pyrotechnic machines and when the fireworks shot out at the end of his solo, it felt like someone shot me in my left ear. I thought my in ear monitor was malfunctioning so I pulled it out quickly but the pain was searing through my head. We still had about 20 minutes left in the show, so I just pushed through it. Jake knew something was up. He didn’t take his eyes off of me the rest of the show, and Sam and Danny picked up on it not too long after him” he said.

You rubbed his arm as he continued his retelling, and he leaned into your touch. You could tell he wasn’t feeling great.

“Anyways, I finished the show the best that I could. As soon as we got off stage I went to see the Aid that travels with us. It took her all of about 5 minutes to come to the conclusion that my ear drum was ruptured.” He finished.

“Oh no” you say with sad eyes, still rubbing his hands between yours.

“It hurts so damn bad, it feels like there is an ice pick lodged into my ear canal” He says rubbing his forehead.

“Is there anything you can do?” You ask.

“That’s the worst part. No. There is literally nothing I can do except let it heal which could take weeks, months even.” He says. “The aid said that I need to keep loud noises to a minimum to help speed up the recovery which brings the tour into play.” He states.

You stare at him, unsure of what to say.

“I am going to take the next 10 days to do absolutely that. Im going to go get a second opinion. We have had some bad luck with this tour, I swear its cursed. This is the last thing I needed to happen.” He jokes.

“Well if there is anything I can do, please just tell me” you say lovingly with a gentle smile.

“You already are. This is just what I need. It’s also all I have thought about for two weeks.” He smiles at you.

His hand reaches up and brushes your cheek and weaves through your hair as he pulls you in for the most gentle and desperate kiss. The kiss you’ve been waiting for and imagining for days. This is not exactly how your reunion played out in your head but you’re here now and it feels more right than you imagined it would.

Your lips both part simultaneously to allow the other access and your tongues begin their familiar dance.

You break away “Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you” you ask.

“It’s worth it” he says tackling you down to the couch.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much right?” You ask.

“No probably not…” he laughs continuing to kiss you between remarks. “Do you want a drink?” He asks.

“Sure what do you have? I know you haven’t been here for a bit” you say. He gets up and walks into his kitchen.

“I think I might have bottle of wine Sam left here.” he says looking around his pantry.

“Yep. Here it is. Will this work?” He asks.

“Anything is fine, really.” you reply. He removes two wine glasses from the cabinet and pours the glasses half full. He corks the wine and delivers your glass. “Im not really a big red wine guy, but it will work. Anything to stop this nagging pain.” He says.

“See I knew it, let’s just relax and hang out. You need to rest.” You state.

“You’ll stay tonight, right?” He asks with longing eyes.

“If you want me to, but I will have to borrow some clothes again.” you smirk.

“Please, yes, I want you to stay and of course you can borrow whatever you want. Just go in the closet, and whatever you find, is yours.” He says.

You decide to order in dinner since Josh’s fridge is practically empty, life of a rockstar I guess. Once you both had eaten you decided to watch a movie, which you will now be calling films at Josh’s request. About halfway through you look over to see Josh sound asleep with your legs in his lap. All the traveling and time zone changes has finally caught up with him. He looks so peaceful, head slung back onto the back of the couch, his mouth slightly parted and you hear small breaths escaping. You could stare at him forever. He just has that something that makes you never want to look away. Like you’re in a trance. You find yourself absentmindedly running your fingers through his curls when his eyes flutter open a tiny bit and he sees your staring at him.

“I think dozed off there for a second.” He smiles.

“About 30 minutes actually, but let’s go to bed. You need to sleep.” You say.

“I would love nothing more.” He says, standing up to head to his bedroom.

You’ve never seen his bedroom but imagined what it may look like. Once you arrive down the hall, you step in and its almost exactly as you pictured. It’s calm and serene and cozy and you know that this is his safe space where he can wind down and forget the chaos of his life. He points to a door and tells you that that is where the closet is and to take whatever you want.

You walk into the closet and find rows and rows of shirts, pants, shorts, coverall type suits, etc. you look around for just a plain t-shirt to sleep in and once you find it you quickly shed your clothes and slip it on. You find a bin with all of his boxers, and grab a pair of boxer briefs that are navy colored with tiny pink flowers. You slip off your thong and slide the briefs on instead.

You walk out of the closet to find Josh already in bed, the room dimly lit by a lamp on his bedside table. He pulls the duvet back motioning for you to get in. He seems happy with your selection of clothing based on his smile. You crawl in next to him and snuggle into his side. He wraps his arms around you pulling you in even closer to his side. He holds you there for for a few minutes before turning to look at you. This is exactly what you pictured every single night as you fell asleep, for the past two weeks. It finally real and its sinfully good.

Your hand begins to migrate down from Josh’s bare chest down to his waist until your hand meets his happy trail and you realize that he is completely nude and hard as a rock.

“You’re naked!” You say playfully.

“Well I always sleep naked when I am home, feels better to be completely free in these linen sheets” he says almost like a song.

“Im not complaining” you say as your hand finds his length gripping around the base.

A small hiss comes from his mouth and his body tenses.

His hand begins to feel up your body sliding under your shirt and grasping and kneading at your breast. You take this as a sign to continue as you start to move your hand up and down his rock hard dick. His mouth is on yours quicker than you can even register and his tongue is exploring every inch of your mouth. His lips, soft and plush against yours heightens the arousal between your legs as you begin to rub your legs together just to feel a bit of friction.

He takes notice and removes his hand from your nipple and begins to make his way down to your center.

“Baby I have thought about this for days” he says. “I need to taste you.” he begs.

You feel a bead of pre cum form at his tip and smooth over it with your thumb before bringing it to your mouth and dragging your thumb along your tongue slowly while staring him right in the eyes. That is his final straw and he grabs you and pushes you up the bed. Your heart is beating out of your chest as he rest between you parted legs. He shimmies the boxers down your legs and throws them across the bed.

“Open for me pretty girl” he says. You know that you would do anything he asks when he uses those words.

He rubs his hands up and down your thighs slowly to help you relax, it does just that and you find yourself opening up to him. He begins to kiss his way up your thighs starting at your knee and making his way towards your center, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you.

“Josh, please” you beg. Desperate to feel something, anything.

You suddenly feel his warm tongue slide right up your already dripping core. You feel a spark of electricity travel from your toes all the way to your head. He circles around your clit with his tongue and you are positive that this has never felt this good before. He continues to lap away at your center until you are shaking in anticipation of your release. He slides a finger inside of you and gages your reaction. You slid your hand into his curls letting him know to continue. He pumps in and out and then adds another finger.

“Josh I’m gonna cum” you cry out.

“Do it. Do it for me baby.” He says in a husky voice. “Right here on my hand, show me pretty girl.”

As if they were magic words you begin to unravel, right there, in a moment you’ve thought of for days. You look into big brown eyes, but they aren’t just eyes, they are his eyes and that alone is enough to be your undoing.

As you begin your decent back down to earth Josh slowly removes his hand and makes his way up to your face. “How beautifully you come apart for me” with a soft kiss on your panting chest. You reach for him and he stops you, feeling a pang of rejection he slides his hand to your face. “Tonight was for you” he says. “Now, we will sleep and tomorrow you can have your way with me” he laughs. He reached over to turn off the lamp and rolls back into your side. He pulls you into him. Your bodies fitting perfectly together, he places his hand on your hair and smoothes it into place around your shoulders, petting your head and humming a familiar melody very softly as you both drift off to sleep in pure bliss.

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upindreamland · 2 years

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I Hope - Jonah Marais

Boyfriend!Jonah Marais x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Summary: This fic will be a lyric text prank based off the song I Hope by Gabby Barrett & Charlie Puth. Here’s the link to the song if you want to hear it! (fluff)

Warnings: Cursing and fluff. As well as cute and confused Jonah. There also is a fsm at the bottom. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Y/N: Your name, Y/S/N: Your ship name, Y/N/N: Your nickname

Text messages are in italic

AN: AHHHHH this fic is a repost from my Wattpad… however it’s my first post here. I’m so nervous. Hope you enjoy reading this and you like it!!

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Y/N’S POV

I was sitting alone on the bed I share with my boyfriend Jonah. He has been away at the studio for a couple of hours now. I was bored and I knew he would have some time to text. I decided to prank him. We have been together for five years now, so I had complete trust in him. I just want to see how he reacts.

(Start of text messages to Jonah 🥺 🤤 🎤)

Y/N: I, I hope she makes you smile.

Jonah: Oh hi there baby. I miss you and love you. Who? You definitely make me smile if you're talking about yourself…

Y/N: The way it made me smile. On the other end of a phone in the middle of a highway driving alone.

Jonah: You're driving? Baby why are you texting and driving. You could seriously get hurt. I love your smile. That's one of the reasons I fell in love with you 🥰

Y/N: Oh baby I, I hope you hear a song.

Jonah: Y/N, baby, are you alright? Of course I hear songs. You know because that's kind of my job…. Also you never add periods to the end of your sentences when we text. Are you sure everything is alright?

Y/N: That makes you sing along and gets you thinking about her, then the last several miles turn into a blur.

Jonah: Again, who? Are you talking about yourself in a third person point of view? Yeah I remember all of the times we used to go on a midnight drive blasting our songs that remind us of our love. We used to get so caught up in the moment we didn't realize we were almost home. We should do it again this weekend

Y/N: Yeah, I hope you both feel the sparks by the end of the drive.

Jonah: Sparks? What are you trying to imply… our first date? You know the one where we touched hands and we both felt sparks. Yeah I'm going to go with that lol. Btw you're the one driving, I'm at the studio with the boys

Y/N: I hope you know she's the one by the end of the night.

Jonah: Okay you're starting to freak me out. Who is this 'she' you're talking about? Are you referencing Harry Styles's song? That's one fucking bop if I do say so myself. I definitely knew you were the one for me that night. I couldn't help but think, wow she is one perfect angel. You were just so beautiful

Y/N: I hope you never ever felt more free. Tell your friends that you're so happy.

Jonah: Okay now it's starting to sound like we broke up. We didn't break up, right? This isn't your way of breaking up with me? I honestly wouldn't be happy if we broke up so don't worry. Free? If you're afraid you're holding me back, you're not. You actually help me move forward and make me a better person

Y/N: I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans.

Jonah: Eh I wouldn't say you wrecked every one of my plans. You definitely changed them for the better. Now all of my plans involve you! No one will ever wreck my plans with you, it's me and you forever baby. Remember that

Y/N: I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand.

Jonah: Oh…. you're wondering about when I'm going to propose. Don't worry baby, it's coming soon. We have been together for five years so you don't have to worry. Of course I'm going to spend a lot on your ring. It's going to signify a new chapter in our lives. It's going to be a surprise so don't try to get it out of me to tell you. Here's a virtual one 💍 if you want one right now

Y/N: I hope she's wilder than your wildest dreams. That she's everything you're ever gonna need.

Jonah: Baby, can you talk about yourself in the first person? This is starting to hurt my head. So I guess you weren't asking about a proposal. Okay, okay everything is alright. You are my whole world. I would die a happy man if I only had you. There is no other girl or whatever so stop texting like this. You're going to make me drive all the way home to see what’s going on with you… geez girl. I am completing my wildest dreams with YOU

Y/N: And then I hope she cheats…. like you did on me.

Jonah: What!!! Y/N what are you talking about?? We have been together for five fucking years why would you think I would cheat? That's fucking insane. I know our fans wouldn't spread a rumor because they love you and our relationship. Y/N what the absolute fuck is going on?!! God fucking shit I'm at the studio right now…ugh

Y/N: Yeah babe, I hope I show up in a 2AM pic from a friend hanging on to a guy, just to rub it in.

Jonah: I didn't cheat, baby, you know that. Please! You know I would absolutely hate someone else touching you. What can I do to prove it to you? Yep I'm crying now. I DIDN'T CHEAT Y/N!!

Y/N: I hope you both felt the sparks by the end of the drive.

Jonah: Y/N I'm at the studio! And you're still texting and driving! Do you need proof?

See here you go. I'm at the studio not driving and definitely not cheating! Please believe me.

Y/N: I hope you knew she was the one by the end of the night.

Jonah: You said that already. Please listen to me, I didn't cheat. If you're talking about that night when the boys and I went to the club, the girl needed help getting away from a creepy guy. I was just trying to help her out. I didn't feel like it was that important to tell you. I just checked on her from time to time to see if she was doing alright. I definitely didn't feel anything towards her. I love YOU baby, ONLY you

Y/N: I hope you never ever felt more free and that you tell your friends that you're so happy.

Jonah: You said this already too. Well I obviously don't need to tell the boys because they can see my face perfectly fine. They can definitely tell I'm not happy. I probably have tear stains on my cheeks. I don't feel free. It feels like my heart and whole body is trapped in a cage inside a rocket ship on a different planet getting ready to take off

Y/N: I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand.

Jonah: Okay what's going on? Is your phone glitching. Here it is again if this is what's making you upset 💍. If this is your way of breaking up with me I don't like it. I don't think I would ever be able to move on or propose to someone else. I will ALWAYS love you. How do you not understand my love towards you. I don't even know what happened but, give me a second chance to make everything up to you and I will show you just how much I love you…. gosh baby please

Y/N: And then I hope she cheats. Sadly, like you did on me.

Jonah: For fucks sake, again I didn't cheat. I have been nothing but faithful in our relationship and I plan to stay that way. I want to grow old with you and ONLY you. Geez I'm starting to sound like a broken record with repeating my self. My whole world is falling apart. I think I'm sobbing now. I had to leave the room and go to the bathroom

Y/N: I hope she makes you feel the same way about her that I feel about you right now.

Jonah: I-

Jonah: I don't even know what to say. I'm just going to close my eyes and pretend everything is alright. You still love me right? There's a chance for me to fix this?? I will never ever treat someone with the amount of love I treat you with. Why can't you see this

Y/N: I hope you both feel the sparks and I hope she's everything you're ever gonna need.

Jonah: No one will ever replace you. But if this is the end of us and it will make you happy then I will do it, I'll leave. Whatever makes you happy even if it breaks my heart. Gosh I just love you so much. Well I guess I'll have to get used to life without you. Oh, I already hate this already. Please tell me this is all a joke

Y/N: Goodbye Jonah. I really did love you. I hope you have fun with her.

Jonah: Y/N… baby. Please oh my gosh I'm going to go crazy. I can't imagine my life without you in my arms. Not even waking up and not seeing you cuddled into my side. Everything will remind me of you!

Jonah: Hello??!!! You can't leave me like this. We need to talk this out… please

Jonah: I had to go back in the room and the boys are looking at me. I don't know what to tell them. Yeah my girlfriend of five years just broke up with me everything is definitely alright….. AHHHHHHH

Jonah: I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND ONLY YOU. WE ARE NOT BREAKING UP OVER SOME SHIT YOU HEARD. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE FINE WITH THIS. NO CAN DO BABY. Agh they won't let me leave quite yet

Y/N: Jonah….

Jonah: No baby listen to me. I don't want you to believe what ever bullshit you saw or heard

Y/N: JONAH! YOU JUST GOT PRANKED BABY. HAHAHA your reaction is so funny

Jonah: What??!!! What do you mean. I don't see a prank in any of the texts you sent me. Y/N I don't want to break up listen to me. You mean the absolute world to me and I wouldn't throw it away for someone else. Baby I don't believe you…. omg. I'm going to cry an ocean at the studio

Y/N: JONAH! I just pranked you using this song. Of course I know you wouldn't cheat on me. I have complete trust in you. I'm sorry baby. Wow, that was so nice of you to help her. Good for you! Do you have any way to contact here so I can ask her if she's alright? When are you coming home?

Jonah: Baby you scared me. Oh thank goodness. Well, I must admit you got me good. The boys were starting to get worried about me.

Jonah: Ok I just told them what happened.

Jonah: I'm going to ask if I can go home now again. Yeah I have her Instagram account. It's username. Were you at home this whole time?

Y/N: Yeah I was. I was just bored and wanted to see your reaction.

Jonah: Okay they're letting me go. So, I'm coming over right now and we are having a Harry Potter marathon so you can make it up to me.

Y/N: Not that I mind. Door is open. Love you, drive safe.

Jonah: Love you too. See you in a couple of minutes.

(End of text messages to Jonah 🥺 🤤 🎤)

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jonahmarais: My favorite way to end the day. Love you bubs. (FYI Y/N pranked me today so this is her punishment to make it up to me, not like we both care though)

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yourinstagram: love you too baby. Again I'm so sorry. I mean, if you're still mad I wouldn't mind taking another form of punishment...if you know what I mean 😏💦

↳ babe_y/n: yourinstagram OMG ewww. I mean you get it girl! Definitely not jealous of Jonah. Jonah, you are one lucky guy being able to have all of that.

↳ imzachherron: yourinstagram umm excuse me there are children on this app. Looks like the boys and I aren't going home anytime soon...

↳ jonahmarais: yourinstagram of course babygirl. I mean I do have a couple of things in mind that we can do 😏 the main one includes me and you in the kitchen..... baking COOKIES!

↳ jonahmarais: imzachherron you're the only child I know. Don't worry guys we are just baking cookies. Come home if you want some.

↳ username: yourinstagram I'm going to ignore the comment Y/N posted and focus on the second part of Jonah's comment. CAN I HAVE SOME COOKIES!

↳ yourbestfriendinstagram: yourinstagram omg that explains all of those marks and why your throat was so sore and your voice was hoarse when we met for lunch. TMI guys I didn't need to know this. For the love of all things normal please, please be baking cookies

username: you guys look so cute. I should do this with my boyfriend. How many times have you guys watched all of the movies in your relationship?

↳ jonahmarais: username too many times to count. I'd say probably over a million times but that's because they're one of the many things we have in common since the beginning. I knew she was the one for me when I met her at the bookstore buying a copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

jackaverymusic: You guys are like the hottest couple ever. OMG guys look at the news the world is one fire because of these two!

↳ babe_y/n: jackaverymusic this is the cutest thing ever. I love your friendship with her.

Y/N_Jonah_fan: My parents!! I love you guys so much. Thank you for feeding us some Y/S/N content. You were depriving us for a while.

imzachherron: Awww you guys are disgusting 🤢 too much cuteness. I might puke 🤮

thetablejonahbroke: omg everyone look how thicccc Y/N's ass is. I bet you she broke the table, not Jonah. You both are looking fine as hell 🥵🥴

↳ yourinstagram: thetablejonahbroke this is the funniest comment I have ever read. I wasn't with Jonah on tour when this happened sadly. Jonah did call me very drunk, crying because Daniel was making fun of him and telling me what happened. I would be lying if I said I wasn't dying from laughter. Thank you for the complement btw, I try my best...

↳username: thetablejonahbroke PERIOD! That was the first thing I saw. yourinstagram you are one fine specimen. Please tell me your secrets

corbynbesson: now I know it was just a prank but you made Jonah full on sob. I don't think I have ever seen him cry like that ever. (For anyone asking she did a lyric prank and made Jonah think she was breaking up with him)

↳ wdwstan: corbynbesson oh thanks for telling us. I was just about to comment and ask what happened. Y/N must have gotten him good for him to sob lol

y/nlover: Y/N please notice me. I'm your biggest fan. You are the sweetest and most beautiful girl ever

↳ yourinstagram: y/nlover aww thank you so much. That means a lot to me. I try to do my best to spread positivity and be there for all of you. You made my day 😊

seaveydaniel: at least Y/N is pranking her own boyfriend instead of one of us. I was starting to wonder when you were going to prank someone. I'm thankful that it wasn't me this time...phew

username: oh so this is the girl you were telling me about that night you saved me Jonah. She is fucking gorgeous. Thanks again for helping me. I don't know what I would've done or what would've happened to me if you didn't intervene.

↳ jonahmarais: username of course, I'm glad that I was able to help you. You are a really sweet girl xx

↳ yourinstagram: username hi there! I heard about what happened and just wanted to check in and make sure everything is alright. If you ever need to talk I'm always here and ready to listen. Thanks for the compliment. You are absolutely beautiful if I do say so myself. Love you

↳ username: yourinstagram omg thank you so much. That's so sweet. Yeah everything is alright I was just a little shaken up. Is it alright if I message you right now?

↳ yourinstagram: username Of course babes

shawnmendes: Ayyy that's my best friend. You go Y/N/N. Hey FaceTime me so you can tell me what happened and I can see you and your okay boyfriend. I will never forgive him for stealing you from me...jk

↳ yourinstagram: shawnmendes okay I will. Give me five? Can't wait to tell you all the details

↳ jonahmarais: shawnmendes Hey! At least I asked for your permission to date her. You weren't even her dad. And I thank you for saying yes. But....Shawn you know you love me more than her. Sorry Y/N I have been secretly dating Shawn behind your back. I guess your prank wasn't actually a lie

↳ shawnmendes: yourinstagram can't wait. Please start off with the whole proposal details first jonahmarais ohh yeah you're right. I love you Jonah. Btw you're welcome for letting you date her. There is no one better for her. She is a special one so take care of her when I'm not able to. Love you both 💙

↳ wdwupdates: shawnmendes yourinstagram jonahmarais Proposal what? Omg did Jonah propose or something??

↳ jonahmarais: wdwupdates No I just told her not to worry and that it's coming soon since we've been dating for five years. Shawn was just wondering about what I said and what her reaction was lol

hater: Ewww why does she look like that. Jonah you could do so much better. Maybe with a person like me.

↳ username: hater um bitch, you can't even see her face. Plus I think he would have done something by now, but it's been five years so.....

↳ seaveydaniel: hater hey leave my best friend alone. She is the best person ever and if you are just judging her from looking at the back of her, then you can simply and politely fuck off. Thank you!

↳ y/nlover: hater anyways, guys steam all of the songs by why don't we. They're a bop and will most likely make you feel single. Unless you are Y/N and Jonah

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treadmilltreats · 5 months

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Stuck on, stupid

This is a blog that I wrote a few years ago, but lately, I think I need to repost it because it seems many need it, especially while we are coming into the holiday season.

I've been hearing this issue a lot lately from a bunch of my readers and from my girlfriends that we all seem to be stuck on stupid.

What I mean by that is we have been hurt, used, and abused. We have been an afterthought, we have been ghosted, cheated on, lied to and yet when a good man comes along we can't see him for what he's worth because we're still stuck on stupid.

Even though in our heads, we know what stupid looks like, and we know what stupid sounds like. We remember what stupid did, and even if we are learning to realize our value, for some reason, our hearts do not see any of that.

Our heart keeps telling us how much we miss them, how things remind us of them, how maybe there might be another chance...

Why did this happen? It was so great. It's almost like there's two people in your body, the one person with the brain telling you…

"Are you joking? Do you not remember what this man did to you? Remember how many times you cried because of him? Remember all the warning signs? Don't you know that he's going to hurt you yet again because he's proven that to you, over and over? "

And then there's this other person living in la-la land saying "Oh he might have changed...oh, but don't you remember how wonderful it was? Remember when he told you this or that... Like when he said you're beautiful or he wanted to spend 50 years with you. Remember all the times you laid in bed and talked for hours or all the good times you shared together?"

And you think, yes... it wasn't all bad, there were many good times. Reality check! There were way more bad than good. Otherwise, you'd still be together!

Let me ask you, how many of us have men who are willing to step up? Who does the right thing? Who says the right things, who will text you every morning just to say good morning or good night and sweet dreams?

Men who are willing to step up, yet we are still stuck on stupid.

Too many, as I have been finding out lately...way too many, yet we still do this.

I know I have not been alone on this stupid train, and I still wonder why we do this? Why do we keep thinking of them, why when we run into them, it's like a punch in the gut. It's like all the air is sucked out of you, and you're standing there gasping even when your head is saying run. Your heart won't let you.

When you think you're good, when you've thought you've moved on, when your heart is starting to heal and BAM! Here he is, yet again ripping that newly healed scab off.

Yes, we have heard it all from friends and family. He's no good, move on, you deserve better, he's an asshole. Yes, we know all of that, and believe us, we've cried too many tears for that man and lost too many nights to sleep over him. This is nothing new...we know... we get it.

But here we are just trying to tell our hearts this, to recognize this fact.

It is a day by day process. We need to dig deep and try to figure out why we think it's okay to keep being treated like this.

Maybe it's the fact that we are being rejected, and we are trying to get them at all costs. Maybe we have issues, like I did. Issues of trying to win love like I've always done, starting with my grandma, to my best friend, to my ex-husband. These patterns that I've kept repeating in my life until I went back to therapy.

Maybe it's low self-esteem, you don't think you're worthy or no one else will come and so you settle. Whatever the reason is, we need to address them, and we need to fix it because being stuck on stupid is not an option anymore.

I've realized I did not stay in a loveless, abusive marriage for 24 years to be treated badly yet again, now that I am free. I am human, I am learning and growing each and every day, and I realize my worth and what I want from my next relationship.

I want it all, I expect it all...why? Because I give my all, that's why and I expect the same in return. So this time, I will not settle. No matter what my heart is saying, I am going to be Judge Judy and just overrule that shit!

So today, my friends, to all my queens out there. Remember, we are all learning and growing together. It's okay if we slip and fall sometimes, as long as we pick ourselves up and know what we have to continue to strive for and I'm here to tell you it's surely not being stuck on stupid!

"Be the change you want to see”

@TreadmillTreats

#self help #love #mental health #self improvement #advice

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Reunited and it Doesn't Feel So Good Part 2

AN: Hello, hello!! Part 2 has arrived!!!! I hope you love it as much as Part 1. I might make a part 3! Here we go!

Synopsis: After your boyfriend doesn't spend any time with you while visiting him on tour, you decide how you want to deal with him

Pairing: Toxic!Jack Harlow x Reader, Best Friend!Urban Wyatt x Reader, Platonic!Neelam Thadhani x Reader

Please do not repost my content anywhere

As you slammed the door to your shared room with Jack, you vision became blurry because of them suddenly being filled with tears. You were determined not to let him see you cry.

Did that actually just happen?

Your caring and loving boyfriend said that you could leave and no one is stopping you?

He had you all the way fucked up.

You were making your way towards the elevator when you suddenly bumped into someone, you didn’t bother looking up but immediately recognized the voice.

“Mamas, why are you crying, what’s wrong?”

Urban.

I mean you didn’t really want to say anything because Jack is his best friend, but I mean Urban is yours and he was going to pull it out of you one way or another.

“I... I need to get out of here.” You were trying to make another move towards the elevator, but was stopped once again by Urban.

“Hold on, what happened?”

“Your best friend happened. Please, Urby, I just have to get out of here.”

“You aren’t going anywhere alone in a city you’ve never been in before.”

“At this point, I don’t even care.”

“Just, come to my room and we’ll talk, okay?”

“Okay.”

When you had finally explained to Urban what had happened, he was fuming.

“Urby, please I just want to go home at this point.”

“He has some fucking nerve saying that shit to you. That doesn’t even sound like him.”

“I know, but he did and I don’t want to be somewhere that I’m not wanted. I was so excited to be able to come and see him and now look.”

Urban had finally stopped pacing and looked at you sitting on the bed with tears flowing down your face and a look of defeat.

“I can’t believe he said that to me. Like he didn’t even care, like I don’t mean anything to him.”

“But, you do. I know you do.”

“Urby, people who supposedly love you don’t say shit like that.”

All Urban could do was sigh before taking a seat next to you and deciding what he was going to do about Jack.

Because as of right now, he wanted to kick his ass.

“I’ll just change my flight. There is literally nothing he can say to me right now that would make me forgive him.”

“Okay, just... I’ll let Neelam know. Just stay here while I go get her.”

You simply nodded and waited for both of them to return. Once they did, you realized Urban had to have told her because she was red in the face and looked like she wanted to fight Jack just as much and if not more than Urban did.

“He said WHAT to you?”

“Nee, I just.. I don’t have the energy.”

“I know honey and that is why I’m about to go cuss his ass out.” You caught her arm before she could make her way out the door.

“No, just wait until I leave, please. Because I don’t want him to come looking for me.”

All Neelam could do was bring you into a hug and you continued to cry on her shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll change your flight. Do you want us to get your bags for you?”

“No that’ll make it obvious that I left. Just send them later. I want as much distance as possible between me and him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the flight and take care of Jack.”

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Two hours later, you were safely on a flight back home while Neelam and Urban were going to give Jack a piece of their mind.

In all the time you had been gone, he didn’t even bother to look for you or text you to see if you were okay.

Neelam knocked on the door with Urban right beside her and waited for Jack to answer it. Once he did, he let them in and went back to the same corner he was in when you had left about three hours ago.

“Jack, what did you say to Y/N?”

“I just.. she was annoying me. Where is she by the way?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Urban added while rolling his eyes.

“What is your guys’ problem?”

“The problem is my best friend thinks her boyfriend doesn’t give two shits about her, that’s the problem.”

“She knows I love her, it was just a little argument.”

“A little argument? That’s all that it was to you? She was so excited to see you and you treated her like absolute shit the entire week she’s been here.”

“Neelam, that’s a little dramatic. No I haven’t. I’m working.”

“And when you weren’t working, all you did was let Urban keep her company. Yes, he’s her best friend, but you’re her boyfriend and you’ve been doing a shitty job of it.”

“I’ve worked too hard for this shit for me to slack off now.”

“We get that, however, you don’t find girls like Y/N every day. No matter how crazy it’s gotten in these past few years with your career, she never left your side and quite frankly I wouldn’t be surprised if she broke up with you.”

“She wouldn’t do that...”

“How can you be so sure? You didn’t see her when she was crying on my shoulder mad as hell all because of what you did.”

“I just.. I.. let me talk to her. Where is she?” Jack replied while getting up with the intention to talk this out with you.

Neelam and Urban shared a look before looking back at Jack.

“What? Where is my girlfriend? What is it you two aren’t telling me?”

“Your girlfriend is now 31,000 feet in the air.”

“What... what do you mean?”

“She left Jack. She went home.”

“But, all of her things are still here. She wouldn’t leave without telling me...”

“Face it. You fucked up and have to deal with the consequences. Hope it was worth it.” Urban said before grabbing all of your things to take to his room to send to you later.

Next thing Jack tried to do was call you but it kept going to voicemail.

“Jack, I am so disappointed in you.” Neelam said before letting herself out of the room.

All Jack could do was sit there in disbelief over what happened. He knew that he didn’t have anyone to blame but himself. He just had to talk to you and he would be able to set everything straight. He’ll just wait for you to land and then try to call you again.

Once you landed, it was around midnight and you decided to catch an uber back to your condo since it wasn’t that far from the airport.

You turned your phone back on to see at least thirty missed calls and they were all from Jack.

Surprise, surprise.

You also saw he sent text messages, but the only ones you planned on responding to were Neelam and Urban.

Urby- Let me know when you land little mamas. Love you.

Nee- Just want to make sure you got home safe. I miss you already. Just come visit me and Urban next time.

My Stink- Y/N...

My Stink- Baby...

My Stink- Baby come on. This isn’t funny

My Stink- Don’t tell me you left without saying anything to me

My Stink- Babe, I’m sorry just please call me when you get home

My Stink- I promise to make this up to you

My Stink- I love you and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to you

My Stink- Baby, you should have landed by now. Please call me.

You responded to Urban and Neelam to let them know that you were safe and proceeded to take a shower. Once you got comfortable in your pajamas, you drifted off to sleep.

You were awaken by a persistent knock on your door and you were already annoyed.

You glanced at your phone to see that it was around 10 in the morning and you also saw more missed calls and text messages from Jack.

Fuck him at this point.

You made your way to the door and opened it to reveal the person that you were trying to run away from with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand.

“You cannot be fucking serious right now.” You blurted out while rolling your eyes. You tried to slam the door, But Jack caught it with his foot.

“Baby, please just listen to me for a minute.”

“I did enough listening in Houston and that’s why I left!”

“I know, just please.”

You rolled your eyes before finally deciding to let him in. You didn't even want an explanation at this point. You were over it.

“Come on and you have five minutes before I want you out.”

You both took seats on couches opposite of each other before you decided to get up and put the flowers in water. Jack still didn't begin to say anything.

“I’m waiting, Jackman.”

“I.. there’s no excuse for how I acted. I shouldn’t have let anything like that come out of my mouth. I love you and you have to know that.”

“But... do I?”

Jack almost had a look of surprise on his face. You had to know he loved you, right?

“Y/N, please just whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Just let me make this up to you.”

By now Jack was sitting beside you and placed your smaller hand in his larger one.

You took a minute to gather your thoughts before you responded to him.

He was the love of your life

You saw a future with him

He was always there when you needed him

Until yesterday when he completely showed his ass

“Look, I don’t even think that you can make up for something like this.”

“Y/N, come on.”

“I think we should break up.”

You could tell Jack’s breath hitched in his throat and it almost looked as if his eyes were starting to water.

“Baby, you don’t mean that. We can fix this. I will literally do anything. Please just don't..."

“No, Jackman. You are the one who broke this and I don’t know if I want it to be fixed.”

“But, come on stink we love each other. I can’t.. I don’t want you not being a part of my life. You're it for me,”

“Sometimes, love isn’t enough."

"I swear I'll make more time for you, it's just.."

"No. No way in the world I would let you choose between me or your career. I love you too much to do that but there was a time I would follow you to the ends of the earth and I always wanted to be around you. We didn’t have to be doing anything, but just having you near me always brought a smile to my face. This past week let me know, I love you more than you love me. I don't know when that shift happened, but it did. And I’m not putting myself second anymore. This time I’m choosing me. I will always love you Jack, that probably won’t change, but I’m done. You can let yourself out. Thank you for the flowers.”

Without another word you got up from your seat on the couch and proceeded to head into your room. Once you closed the door, you let out a breath you had been holding and slid to the floor praying Jack didn't hear the sound of your cries.

It hurt like hell, but it was about damn time you chose to put yourself first.

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ofthedarkwoods · 9 months

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Platforms currently?...

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Is rebloginging your art okay?

Yes of course reblog away! The more reblogs the better!

Are you okay with me uploading your art to other platforms?

As long as you keep the watermark & give name credits i dont mind, maybe even a link so others can find me and enjoy my artwork as much as you do. If I see on any platforms where no name credit is given (watermark deleted.. ect.) I will get it taken down, so please be respectful. Also remember not every artist is like this so always find the creator and ask no matter how long it takes or how little research there is. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother posting any artwork.

Also for mature content like nsfw & gore I beg of you to put warnings. If you can't put warnings then dont bother rebloging or reposting at all. My content is not made for everyone and any mature +18 content without warning will be taken down forcefully. Anyone who sees my artwork being shared without warning let me know please.

Is dubbing your art ok?

Yes that is fine although I would still love to hear you ask so I can research your account, find out more about you, and maybe even like and support you as well. Just remember to give name credit please.

What mature content are we talking?

I wish to post more content like gore and consensual type themes in the future for other adults to enjoy. I have been experimenting with my artwork and seem to have found myself drawn to it quite literally. I have been observing pastel gore and just love it. All this type of art will have warnings and if anyone reposts this should have warnings as well or else.

OH! Please note I WILL NEVER POST ANY INCE$T, PEDØ, CØMSHIP/PRØSHIP TYPE STUFF SO FUCK OFF!

Why are you interested in drawing gore?

What can I say.. well, when I was younger, I had surgery and was always afraid of my scars opening up. It wasn't until recently I decided that my scars were something to not be afraid of and that it was all in my head, I started seeing the beauty in candy/neon/pastel/fruit gore. I saw it all in a different perspective and that other people must feel this was too. I want people who want to see it to feel the beauty and comfort like I do. I thought as though I'm reclaiming it for myself instead of being afraid but to embrace it.

I'm a minor under 18 how do you feel about that?

I'm gonna be forward and say i dont feel comfortable with minors on my page. I'm an adult I talk about mature topics and will be posting mature content (w/ warning of course). Yes I know I cant fully stop you from seeing my posts especially on other platforms but if you message me or ask any questions I will ignore/block you. The internet is a fucked up place and I truely wish more adults would take topics like this seriously. I really care about each and everyones safety so I will take measures into my own hands if i have to. I really dont want to be friends with childern so please respect my wishes and leave me alone.

Are you open to commissions?

Unfortunately no. I'm still figuring out some things at the moment but I will take suggestions for any lgbtqia+ icons to have as a pfp. I mean starting a business is tough and I want to take my time with my art on my own terms, I'm still a part time artist and on top of that I procrastinate a lot so deadlines are exhausting.

How do you feel about Spammimg?

If we're talking about DMs I honestly wouldn't really perfer a ton of text messages to reply to however you're welcome to hit the like button as much as you like. It shows your appreciation and I know what its like finding an artist with cool artwork to enjoy. Comments are fine but I dont think I can respond to every single one.

Are you trans?

Yes probably non-binary specifically with they/them pronouns because I feel like the "given" binary spectrum and "gender roles" don't really suit me. I mean most days I feel "feminine", some days I feel "masculine", and some days I wake up feeling neither, or sometimes I wake up feeling both. Gender is very confusing so for short I'm nonbinary.

Why did you quit Instagram?

Animation is one of the hardest things I've pushed myself to do. Instagram's platform wasn't necessarily fitting to my standards per say. My technology kept failing as well and made it difficult to keep a steady rhythm with posting. But also in other words I felt many users wouldn't accept my artwork as much as they'd accept my videos. I also felt that many Instagram users didn't see me as non-binary meaning many didn't use my pronouns correctly. I felt like all this together was enough to push me away. Tumblr felt more freeing than Instagram and so far its been more enjoyable, but none the less I made friends and will miss them dearly.

Will you do anymore Animation?

Yes i do animaton but wish to expand more on that later... right now it's just artwork and edits. I've thought about posting to YouTube but idk..

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jaeyunverse · 2 years

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all i want for christmas is you

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, rivals to lovers, fake dating au, high school au

warnings: profanity, lots of teasing, riki is constantly flirting with the mc, childish banter, nosy families, and last but not the least, a fluffy kiss!!

wc: 5471

summary: agreeing to accompany nishimura riki to a christmas party was probably the most stupid decision you made that day. or so you thought.

playlist: all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey, i see the light by mandy moore and zachary levi, christmas tree by v (listen to this one once the kissing scene starts)

note: hi!! i’m rly excited to repost this fic since it’s my proudest work and features my bias :”) why am i posting a christmas fic in the middle of march? bc i can’t wait till december to share it with you guys and bc riki is the only person i haven’t written for yet LOL feedback is always appreciated! i would love to hear what you guys think :D

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You wondered if the universe hated you and had decided to fuck you over, or if you were just plain stupid.

Definitely the latter, you concluded as you watched the most horrifying scene you had ever witnessed unfold before your eyes.

You probably deserved everything coming your way for trusting Nishimura Riki earlier that day, but as a wise person had once said, even a girlboss has her weak moments.

And on the 25th of December, you were at your weakest.

Not only had your parents ditched you on Christmas to go on what they claimed was an urgent business trip but had also left without so much as a goodbye.

You’d woken up to a house as silent as the grave. For a moment, you’d thought you were sucked into the Home Alone universe, what with the way you were shouting their names like a child lost in a crowd and wondering why the fuck they weren’t answering you.

You’d called and called and called their phones, but each time, you’d received the same monotonous response: the number you are calling is not reachable.

The first two hours, you were in a state of absolute panic. You had no idea where your parents were and why they weren’t picking up their phones. There were no post-it notes stuck to the refrigerator, and their bed was already made.

Where the hell were they?

You’d sat tight and patiently waited for them to call you back, assuming there was an emergency and they hadn’t had the time to inform you. When the clock struck noon, however, you decided to go to the police station.

You were halfway there when your phone rang. You’d picked it up without checking the caller ID, and had almost burst into tears upon hearing your mother’s voice.

She explained how your father and she had to go to the States for a last-minute, unavoidable business meeting. She said that they had to leave in a hurry and had forgotten to leave a note. That she had remembered to inform you of their departure once she was seated in the plane. She told you she had texted you immediately, but the air hostess made her turn on the airplane mode before the message went through.

While you were relieved to hear that your parents were safe, it broke your heart to realise that you were alone on Christmas.

Again.

You didn’t express your sadness, though. You shoved it to the depths of your being and told her that you understood instead.

You knew your parents hated it when their job became too demanding and affected your relationship. They didn’t like neglecting you. But you were too much of a good child to let them know you felt lonely sometimes.

It’s okay, you always told yourself. They’re doing what they love. I don’t want to get in the way of that.

Yeah, well, that day you were regretting not telling them the truth. Being left alone on Christmas for the second year in a row was your last straw. You just… snapped.

Right there, in the middle of the snow-covered footpath, you collapsed to your knees and began crying. To your luck, there was almost no one on the street to witness your breakdown.

To your misfortune, Nishimura Riki happened to pass by your shaking figure at the exact moment a rather ugly sob left your lips.

“Y/N?” he asked curiously, bending at his knees and craning his neck to confirm his suspicions. “Is that you?”

You buried your face into your gloved hands and shook your head vigorously. “No,” you lied weakly. “I don’t know anyone named Y/N.”

Riki laughed—laughed—and fetched his phone out of his pocket. “Wow, I need to record this. Amazing blackmail material.”

See, this was why you didn’t like him. He took nothing seriously. He had no empathy, and everything was either just a joke or a fucking competition to him.

He loved teasing and embarrassing and riling you up to get a reaction out of you. He loved seeing the muscles in your jaw tick and your fists clench. He’d never told you, and you would’ve probably committed murder if he did, but he loved seeing you mad because he thought you looked like a cute little Angry Bird.

Your cheeks always puffed when your temper flared. Your lips always set themselves in a pout, your eyebrows always furrowed, and your nose always scrunched up in the most adorable way possible. Simply put, you looked very squishable when you were irritated, and Nishimura Riki lived for the sight.

You finally looked at him with your red-rimmed eyes and choked, “Fuck you.”

Maybe it was the fierceness in your voice, maybe it was your tear-stricken face, or maybe he finally sensed the enormity of the situation, but Riki’s gaze softened, and he asked, “Hey? Is everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah!” you exclaimed and pushed yourself up to your feet. Wiping the wetness from your cheeks, you feigned delight. “Everything’s swell! That is clearly why I was sitting in the middle of the fucking road and having a breakdown when the temperature is minus degrees. Bingo, Nishimura. You’ve lived up to your title as class president again!”

Okay, so maybe part of the reason you resented him was because he had cheated and stolen the position of the class president from you. Being vice-president wouldn’t have been so bad if you didn’t have the jerk in front of you ordering around to do his dirty work.

“My bad.” Riki scoffed. “Should’ve just ignored you.”

“Yeah, you definitely should have,” you replied bitterly. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone left me behind today.”

Shoving your hands into the pockets of your coat, you turned away from him and began walking back to your house.

“Hey,” Riki called, his tone sounding a tad concerned. “What does that mean?”

You didn’t know why you stopped in your tracks and looked at him over your shoulder. You didn’t know why you told him the truth. “My parents left for a business trip without informing me. Kinda sucks to be forced to celebrate Christmas alone for the second time in a row, but it is what it is, I guess.”

Shrugging like it was no big deal, you put your back to him and took a step forward again. But before you could go any further, Riki wrapped his fingers around your wrist and spun you around to face him once more.

“You’re not going to celebrate Christmas alone,” he said, a frown playing on his lips. “You’re not that pathetic.”

You snorted half-heartedly. “Gee, thanks. I feel so happy to know your opinion of me isn’t that bad.”

Rolling his eyes to the heavens, Riki continued, “Look, while I enjoy seeing you get angry, I experience no joy seeing you sad. My parents are hosting a party this evening, so why don’t you come for a few hours and celebrate Christmas with us?”

“Hell, no!” you exclaimed. “I don’t want a pity invitation.”

“It’s not a pity invitation.” He sighed and threw his hands in the air. “It’s more of a desperate one. No one I like is going to attend. I’m going to be bored out of my mind, and having you there with me will make the entire ordeal much more bearable.”

Now, you would have never admitted it, but Riki’s words made your heart contract and expand at a rate faster than it had ever before.

“You don’t like me either,” you pointed out, conveniently ignoring the emotions stirring inside you. “I’m not sure why you’re asking me.”

Riki looked at you with disbelief. “That’s ridiculous! I like you. You’re, like, one of the very few people I enjoy talking to.”

You blinked. This was new information. The kind you were having a hard time believing. “Then why do you keep teasing me all the time, knowing full well that it irritates me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked softly, not breaking eye contact.

There was something raw swirling in his orbs. You were too scared to acknowledge it—to even look at it. So, like the coward that you were, you tore your gaze from his wordlessly.

For a moment, Riki was silent. And then, “Look, I need you. Please do me this favour. I’ll owe you one.”

Spending Christmas with a boy who annoyed you did sound a lot better than spending it completely alone. Besides, you always wanted Riki to grovel to you and owe you something, and now that you’d achieved that, you figured you might as well accompany him.

You took a deep breath and glanced at him, hoping you weren’t making a big mistake by agreeing. “Just so we’re clear, this is not a date, right?”

A stupid, happy grin broke across his lips. “It’s not. I’ll pick you up at seven. Dress up and look pretty for me, will you?”

You scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about; I always look pretty.”

Riki’s grin only widened, a twinkle visible in his eyes. “I know.”

“Are you done?” Riki yelled your name from downstairs.

“No!” you shouted back.

A moment passed, and then— “Now?”

“I will come there and slap you if you keep asking the same question over and over again, Nishimura Riki!”

“If the urge to hit me is what it will take to get you out of your room, I’ll keep bothering you!”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had no idea why you were stressing out over what to wear to the party. Maybe it was because you were a people pleaser; maybe it was because you really did want to look pretty for Riki.

Till now, your relationship with him had been confined to the four walls of your school. Your dislike for him started when he laughed at you instead of helping you while you were being chased by a dog. Sure, the scenario seems hilarious right now, but you had been scared shitless back then.

You’d given him a piece of your mind after you finally managed to outrun the dog and escape. He’d smiled the entire time you’d been yelling at him, and that had only cemented your resentment for the boy.

The fact that he was your only competition in school didn’t help either. Riki was an ace, good at both academics and extracurriculars. While you worked your ass off to beat him, it seemed like he was able to beat you without even trying.

You stared at the clothes you had haphazardly thrown all around your room in an attempt to find a good outfit. You wanted to scream. All your clothes looked ugly at that moment.

“Hey!” Riki called and banged on your door. “What’s taking so long? It’s already fifteen minutes past seven. We gotta be there in another fifteen.”

You groaned and walked to the door. Without opening it, you snapped, “Why’d you come up? I told you to stay downstairs.”

“Yeah, well, I got bored of staring at the same stuff. Answer my question, Y/N. What the fuck is taking so long?”

Glancing at the mess you had made in your room, you muttered, “Can’t find something good to wear.”

You could practically hear the smirk in Riki’s voice when he teased, “I didn’t expect you to take it to heart when I told you to look pretty for me.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks. “I don’t want to look pretty for you!” you sputtered. “It’s Christmas, so I want to look pretty for… Jesus.”

You wanted to disintegrate and never come back.

“Sure,” he drawled. “Are you wearing clothes right now?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Yeah. Why?”

Your question was answered when Riki turned the knob and threw your door open. You were standing exactly in front of it, so it hit you right square in the face.

“Son of a bitch!” you shrieked and cradled your face, stumbling backwards from the force. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

Riki had the audacity to snort as he slipped inside your room. Thankfully, he had the sense to apologise too. Never mind the fact that it didn’t sound very sincere.

“Sorry.” He stifled a laugh. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Of course, you didn’t, you asshole!”

“I’m sorry!” he apologised again, but there was still a hint of laughter present in his voice. “Here, let me see how serious it is.”

Wrapping his fingers around your wrists, Riki removed your hands from your face. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw how close he was to you.

You were sure your heart stopped beating when Riki leaned into your face to the point where your noses were almost touching, and his warm exhales were fanning your skin.

“There’s no swelling, thankfully,” he muttered, studying your face. “And I don’t think you have a concussion. What I do think, though—” he looked right into your eyes— “is that you’re dramatic.”

You shoved him away as a giggle escaped his lips, your mixed feelings long gone. “I’m not being dramatic,” you fumed. “It really did hurt.”

“Uh, huh. Did you have a war with your clothes?” Riki changed the topic and glanced at your room. “This place looks like a hell-hole.”

You stuck your tongue at his back and answered, “I told you I couldn’t find a good outfit.”

He hummed and walked around your room, picking up a few clothes and studying them for a few moments. You let him do whatever the fuck he was doing and began your hunt again. Two minutes later, Riki called your name.

“What?” you asked, turning to look at him.

“Wear this,” he said simply and threw your clothes in your face. You barely caught them in time as he continued, “And the jewellery I picked out for you is sitting on your nightstand. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs, so be quick. Don’t make me come up here again.”

You scowled at the way he was ordering you around, but before you could show him his place, he disappeared from your room.

“Jerk,” you yelled as the door shut in his wake.

“You’re welcome!” he yelled back, his voice already sounding far away.

You had to say, Riki had an amazing fashion sense.

As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you realised it had been a long time since you had looked this cute. Even though you tried to put effort into your appearance, your fashion sense was undeniably not up to par.

It kind of pissed you off to know Riki was better than you at yet another thing.

Picking your clutch, you took one last look at yourself and left your room. You could see Riki lounging on the couch and scrolling through his phone to kill time. Once you were completely down the stairs, you cleared your throat to catch his attention.

His head snapped up immediately, and his phone almost slipped out of his hand as he shot to his feet.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you warned him. “This outfit was your choice.”

Riki raised an eyebrow. “Look at you like what?”

“Like you’re about to insult me.”

He chuckled and shook his head, making his way towards you. Flicking your forehead once he was right in front of you, Riki said, “You, Y/N, have no idea how to read faces.”

“You weren’t going to insult me?” you asked, rather surprised. The boy in front of you always had something bad to comment about you, and to now hear that he didn’t was astonishing.

“Insulting how you look would mean indirectly insulting my fashion sense. So, no, I am not going to insult you. In fact, I am going to say something nice. You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You scowled at the back-handed compliment. “Whatever. Let’s get this party over with.”

Offering his arm to you, Riki mocked, “Your wish is my command.”

“Wow, your parents are filthy rich.” You gaped, craning your neck to take in the entirety of Riki’s house.

He grinned and gently shut your open mouth shut. “I know.”

You turned to face him and batted your eyes sweetly. “What are your thoughts on being my best friend forever?”

Riki tipped his head backwards and laughed. “You’re so stupid, Y/N.”

You smiled and teased, “You should’ve told me you had so much money, Nishimura. I would’ve taken all those insults with a grain of salt.”

“You were supposed to take them with a grain of salt,” he corrected, leading you to the front door of his house. “I never meant any of them seriously. You just look very cute when you’re angry.”

You rolled your eyes and let your unbound hair fall over your face to hide your fluster. “Whatever.”

“Aren’t you rich too?” he inquired after he pressed the bell.

You nodded. “Yeah, but not as much as you are. My parents don’t have their own business; they just have high positions in someone else’s.”

Riki opened his mouth to reply, but the door flew open before he could. A middle-aged woman greeted the two of you with a wide smile on her face.

“Welcome! I’m Riki’s mother. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N.”

Beside you, Riki cursed under his breath. You forced a smile on your face to hide your confusion and stuck your hand out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Oh, put that away.” His mother laughed and pulled you in for an embrace instead. You squeaked, but hugged her back nonetheless.

Opening the door wider, she ushered the two of you in. “Come on. It’s cold outside, and I want to introduce you to everyone.”

“Uh, mom,” Riki interrupted. “I need to talk to Y/N. Could you leave us alone for a bit?”

“Nonsense.” She waved him away. “You’ve had her to yourself all these weeks; let us talk to her now.”

Riki’s mom turned her back to both of you to call one of the waiters. The fake smile plastered on your face dropped, and you whirled around to face the boy.

“What the fuck is happening?” you demanded in a whisper, your voice rising an octave. “Why is your mother acting like she’s heard of me? A lot. From you.”

For the first time since you had met him, Riki looked nervous. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t remember—”

He was cut off by the clinking of a spoon against a champagne glass. “Everyone, if I could have your attention, please?”

The guests scattered around the living stopped talking and turned their attention towards Riki’s mother. “I have an important announcement to make.”

Mrs. Nishimura glanced at you with a smile on her face. You tried to give her one back and failed miserably.

“Here with us, is someone we’ve only heard of but never met before. I’d like to introduce all of you to Riki’s girlfriend, Y/N.”

You could have dropped dead right there.

Applause tore your eardrums apart as you stood frozen in place, a smile that looked more like a grimace gracing your face. You only got back to your senses when you felt Riki slip his hand into yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

That absolute fucker.

He had no right to reassure you after he dragged you into some sick lie he had made up. If the entire room’s eyes weren’t on you, and if you weren’t scared of public confrontations, you would’ve created a scene and exposed him.

“That’s right.” Riki laughed nervously and looked around the room. “That’s my girlfriend, Y/N, in the flesh. I told you I didn’t make her up.”

Despite the lie you had been forced to be a part of, your lips couldn’t help but twitch upwards at his words. Your anger dissipated and was replaced by mild amusement instead.

So his family thought he wasn’t capable of pulling a girl. No wonder he didn’t like them.

“Now, if you could please excuse us, we’d like to remove our coats and get a few refreshments,” he finished, successfully managing to excuse the two of you. The guests nodded and went back to mingling amongst themselves. You had no doubt you and Riki were the main topic in all their conversations.

“Ah!” Riki’s mother exclaimed. “I’m sorry for being so impatient about introducing you. I was just really excited. Why don’t the two of you relax for a bit now? I’ll go and attend to the rest of the guests.”

And just like that, she was gone.

You turned to face Riki with a raised eyebrow. “So, when did we start dating?”

He groaned, his cheeks turning a light pink. “I’m sorry. This is embarrassing to say, but you deserve the truth. My cousins call me a middle schooler despite knowing full well that I’m in high school. They like riling me up. They keep treating me like a child because I’m the youngest of the lot. One day, the teasing got out of hand, and I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I told them I had a girlfriend.”

“So your cousins are exactly like you,” you summarised. “They like irritating people for their own joy. Riddle me this, though. What did you achieve by telling them you had a girlfriend?”

“Y/N,” Riki deadpanned. “What middle schooler has a girlfriend?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, dude. Kids are built different these days.”

He huffed a laugh. “Yeah, well, telling them I had a girlfriend was what finally got them thinking of me as not a child. They believed me for about a week before sticking their nose into my business and asking about her. When I refused to give them any information, they involved my parents and their own. And if there’s one thing you need to know about the adults in my family, it’s that they are very invasive.

“They ganged up on me during a get-together much like this one and demanded to know more about my supposed girlfriend. I freaked out and took the first name that came to my mind—yours. Knowing the name didn’t satisfy them, and they began asking all these other questions. They asked to see your picture.”

You gasped and punched his shoulder. “Is that why you were stalking me in school with your phone camera out two weeks back?!”

Riki winced. “Yeah. I got out of showing your picture that day by telling them that my phone was dead, but I knew they were going to bring up the topic again. You don’t understand, Y/N, I had to do it.”

“You could’ve just asked me instead of following me around like a creep.”

He gave you a knowing look. “Are you saying you would have agreed?”

You grinned. “Hell, no. I would’ve rather seen you suffer.”

“Exactly.”

Suddenly, another question came to your mind. “Why didn’t you show your family some other girl’s picture?”

“I didn’t want to lie any more than I already had.”

“Good to know your moral compass isn’t completely broken.”

Riki chuckled, nudging your shoulder with his own. “Shut up.”

And that small movement was how you realised his hand was still intertwined with your own. The boy didn’t seem to notice, though. And if he did, he didn’t let it show. To be completely honest, you rather like the way his fingers enveloped yours. Your hands fit perfectly—like two jigsaw puzzles.

“We should remove our coats and eat,” you popped. “I can see the buffet set up over there.”

Riki let go of your hand to shrug his coat off. The loss of warmth was so discernible you almost shivered. But as soon as you had both shed your coats, his hand was in yours again. You glanced at your laced hands and smiled at him.

He answered back by lightly squeezing your hand. “I’m surprised you’re not mad about this.”

You shrugged, pulling him along as you made your way to the buffet table. “I mean, I did see red for a moment, but when you said the I told you she was real part, it all just went away. All I wanted to do was laugh.”

Riki rolled his eyes. “Touché.”

The two of you spent the next few hours in each others’ company. Well, except for that little bit when a few of Riki’s cousins approached you and told you to blink if you were held against your wish and needed help. You wondered why it was so hard for them to believe he could get a girlfriend when his face looked like that, and he was good at virtually everything.

Of course, you didn’t verbalise your thoughts. You didn’t want to stroke Riki’s ego.

Surprisingly, none of Riki’s relatives came to talk to you. Considering the way he had described them, you’d expected them to swarm around you and ask a thousand different questions. When you asked him about the same, Riki told you he’d asked his mother to keep a check on them so that they didn’t scare you away.

It was weird to spend time with Riki and laugh with him. You’d never considered civilly talking to him. You’d never thought he’d be so sweet and funny. You’d never imagined enjoying his company and craving for more. He was oddly charming and delightful.

You realised you’d never noticed this side of him because you were too set on disliking him.

“Y/N, Riki, can the two of you come over here?”

You glanced in the direction of the voice and smiled politely when you saw it was Mrs. Nishimura calling you from near the fireplace. “In a moment,” you answered.

You turned around to tell Riki that his mother was asking for both of you, only to witness the sight of him shoving his face with chocolate-covered strawberries. You snorted. “Clean up, Nishimura. Your mother is calling us.”

“Oh.” He perked up, swallowing the rest of the fruit without chewing it and hurriedly wiped his mouth with a tissue paper. “Let’s go.”

Together, the two of you made your way to where his mother was standing. You opened your mouth to ask her what she had called you for when she exclaimed, “Would you look at that! Y/N and Riki are standing under the mistletoe.”

Your smile dropped immediately.

“Now you have to kiss!” she finished.

It was a surprise how you were still alive.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Riki’s entire family began chanting. You were crumbling under all the attention you were receiving, the pressure being too much to handle.

Now you understood why he had described his family as very invasive. God, they were so pushy too. And what was with all the chanting?

Mrs. Nishimura forced the two of you to face each other. Someone—one of the cousins, you assumed—pushed you into Riki’s chest. Said boy caged you within his arms to keep you from bouncing back and falling.

“Can you not manhandle her?!” he snapped at the person over your shoulder.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Riki glanced at you with an apologetic and guilty expression on his face. He let go of you so you could stand on your own, and cupping your cheeks with both his hands, whispered, “I’m going to pretend. I’m just going to come really close to your lips, but I’m not going to kiss them. Is that okay?”

Words did not come to you, so you only nodded.

Riki began closing the distance between your mouths, stopping just before they could touch. His warm breath fanned your face, and his dark fringes tickled your skin. His gaze dropped to your lips for less than a second, and when it rose to meet yours again, there was an unspoken question lingering in his eyes.

Once again, you only nodded and closed your eyes.

And then Riki’s mouth was on yours. Fireworks exploded, and euphoria coursed through you. The entire room faded away, and it was just you and Riki and a wave of intense emotions you had never felt before crashing into you. You felt breathless and excited. You didn’t care about the numerous pairs of eyes intruding on your shared moment. It felt like your heart was pumping pure adrenaline into your veins.

Riki tasted sweet and savoury, thanks to the chocolate-covered strawberries he had been eating before. His lips were softer than velvet and his nose brushed against yours as he tilted his neck to have better access.

You felt his hands cupping your cheeks slightly shake, and with a jolt, you realised he was nervous. You smiled into the kiss and put one of your hands on top of Riki’s to offer comfort, the other going to the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.

He immediately melted into you, as if your reassurance was all he needed.

“Aww,” Mrs. Nishimura cooed. “You guys are so cute.”

You finally pulled back, feeling tipsy from the kiss. Riki rested his forehead against yours, and you let out a breathy laugh. You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you, the same raw emotion from earlier that day swirling in his eyes.

“How long have you wanted to do that for?” you whispered.

“Ever since I saw you.”

Your heart swelled inside your chest and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Riki’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “You believe me.”

“It’s confirmed!” someone suddenly announced. You jumped and pushed him away, heat rising to your cheeks. You searched for the owner of the voice and saw it was one of Riki’s cousins. “She’s not a fake girlfriend. That kiss was too real to be orchestrated. Welcome to the adult table of the family, Riki.”

You glanced at Riki at the same time he looked at you. Your eyes met, and you both burst into a fit of laughter.

The chilly night air brushed against your cold cheeks as you and Riki gazed at the full moon from his bedroom balcony.

You had excused yourselves after the kiss. Hand in hand, the two of you had retired to the upper floor. Neither of you had said a word to each other and had instead chosen to just enjoy the comfortable silence.

“So you wanted to kiss me when you saw the dog chasing me around the school?” you finally asked, turning to look at him.

Riki looked ethereal with his dark hair framing his face and the moonlight glinting off his flawless features. He smiled at you. “Well, at first, I wanted to laugh—and I did—but then when you stomped up to me with your puffed cheeks and sweaty face, I wanted to kiss your nose. Have I told you that you look adorable when you’re angry?”

You rolled your eyes and glared at Riki playfully, eliciting a hearty laugh from him. “You have.”

The two of you elapsed into a comfortable silence again. You had so many questions you wanted to ask, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood—

“Ask away,” Riki popped, as if he had read your mind.

You bit your lip in contemplation and inquired, “Why didn’t you tell me about your lie? Was it because you thought I wouldn’t have agreed to come if you did?”

Riki rubbed the nape of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, actually, I kind of forgot I told everyone you were my girlfriend. They hadn’t bothered me for nearly a week, and the lie just slipped from my mind. I would’ve never invited you to the party and forced you to play along with my lie if I hadn’t forgotten.”

You nodded. “And why do you keep bothering me in school?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Partly to get a reaction out of you, and partly because I didn’t know how to talk to you otherwise. I didn’t want to weird you out by suddenly talking to you like we were friends. Oh, and also because our childish banter is always the highlight of my day.”

And then, for your final question. Your heart thumped against your ribcage in anticipation and fear as you whispered, “Do you—do you like me?”

Riki faced you completely and tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. He smiled softly and mumbled, “I do.”

You slipped your hand into his and smiled back, relief and happiness seeping into you. “Remember the favour you owe me?”

He looked surprised by the sudden change in topic, but answered you nonetheless, “Yeah, of course.”

“I’d like to call it in. I’d like you to kiss me again.”

That day, Nishimura Riki was the happiest boy alive.

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