#He's like “that names so fucking lame it's GOTTA be fake”

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Yo DP X DC Fandom, how tf would the Reality Trip dp ep play out if the JL exists????

Like, in the 2 parter dannys identity gets outed and the trio are barely able to outrun the GIW, how tf are they gonna handle the LEAGUE

Is this a plot hole?

#dp x dc #dp #danny fenton #i need awnsers #Would sups catch wind of the situation? #how tf are danny and co gonna outfly sups? #idk how ahead fenton tech is #superman is fucking fast yo #Or the flash #But then again Flash doesn't believe in ghosts sooo.. maybe he disregards the news about ghost boi invis-o-bill?? #He's like “that names so fucking lame it's GOTTA be fake” #Or: “Wow what weird promotion for some Halloween superhero movie. Why are they promoting it in summer???" #I refuse to accept “they were all off world” as an answer. That's a boring writing choice. We can do better!!!1!!

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Heathers the Musical | Sentence Starters contains. sex-references, insults, suicide-refs, alcohol & drug ref.

"I believe I'm a good person."

"What did you say to me, skank?"

"Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail"

"She/He is a mythic bitch"

"For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure"

"Why now are you pulling on my dick?"

"You just gotta prove, you're not a pussy anymore!"

"You're not a lame ass anymore!"

"Hey, mister no-name kid...so who might you be?

"It's fine if you don't agree...but I would fight for you, If you would fight for me."

"When everything numbs, who needs cocaine?"

"Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?"

"Freeze your brain, shatter your skull, fight pain with more pain."

"Let's rub each other's backs, while watching porn on Cinemax!"

"So, it's salt, and then lime, and then shot?"

"Fill that joint and roll it tight, ain't nobody home tonight!"

"I think that's what they call "Third base"."

"Showing up here took some guts, time to rip them out."

"People wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal."

"There's no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?

"I need it hard, I'm a dead girl walkin'!"

"I'm hot and pissed and on the pill."

You say you're numb inside, but I can't agree."

"Slap me! Pull my hair! Touch me there and there and there!"

"What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?"

"No one sees the me inside of me..."

"I am more than just a source of handjobs."

"Once, you were geeky and nerd, now you’re flirty, freaky, and dirty."

"I bit my tongue so long, I learned to count to ten."

"Move bitch, this my song!"

"Our love is God."

"I worship you, I'd trade my life for yours."

"Oh, well, I was hoping you could rip my clothes off me, sport."

"What the fuck have you done?!"

"I've been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines. And it's time we opened our eyes!"

"We're "damaged". Really "damaged". But that does not make us "wise"."

"Don't stop looking in my eyes."

"The revolution came and went, tried to change the world, barely made a dent."

"So [NAME]! I'm ending our affair, and I faked it, every single time!"

"We'll sink any minute, so someone must go."

"There's nowhere to hide."

"You don't deserve to live!"

"Here have a sedative!"

"Now we're all grown up and we know better..."

"But I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end."

"You don't know what my world looks like!"

"Knock! Knock! Sorry for coming in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know!"

"We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors, bring marshmallows, we'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!"

"You left me and I fell apart. I punched the wall and cried.."

"Please don't leave me alone. You were all I could trust. I can't do this alone."

"This little thing? I'd hardly call this a bomb."

"I wish we'd met before, they convinced you life is war!

"I am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair."

"Hope you'll miss me, wish you'd kiss me."

"You look like hell."

"I just got back."

"Are there any happy endings?"

"If no one loves me now, someday somebody will."

"We'll make it beautiful."

#rpc meme #rp meme #sentence starters #heathers the musical #had to couldnt help myself owo #(memes) #ask meme #indie rp #rpc

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episode.......25

and so it begins...or ends!

anything can kill a vampire it just has to happen a lot alsdfjal;sdjfasdlfkjas

"what do we have in the way of the tommy gun...ACAB but i'll take it" asdjlfa;sdlfjasf

one of my favorite parts of ttrpgs is the whole "buckle down to fight a boss" bits they're so satafying, the anticipation if palpable

okay the trip threat has been adjusted but in my mine vellum is still for sure looking 👀👀👀😳😳😳

spar is like "Bestie I have one emotionally intelligent braincell on loan from anya...but i'll do my best!!!" (I'm exaggerating, he's pretty savvy but asd;lfas;dlf)

I love how bridge worship's providence and their whole deal is STILL "dont fucking mess with those cards"

"When i don't know what to do I try to think about what makes the people I care about safest" Where's that *gently holds* image when you need it because AAAAWWWWHHHHHHH.

" we could try locking them up?" Spar no asldfja;wdsjf

The dreamy sigh i let out when spar said the whole "I trust you with my life" thing. That's the gayest shit he's said yet, I think.

Okay but all im saying is consider Xbala/Anya/Tatiana. Just consider. Really think on this. the ultimate chaos trio

"It's Xbala"

"Does she have anya with her?"

"yes"

it was establish that anya was standing behind her but my initial mental image was FOR SURE Xbala carrying's anya under one arm dfghsadflhgsfgsld

I feel like spar is trying to hard to exude "man of the house" energy all the time and normally that would work except 80% of people in the podcast see him as a younger brother-ish-situation. But he did good with anya!!!!

I think they should give anya a knife and set her lose though, that's just my opinion

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA, SEE A LAWYER AND PICK EM IPAS DFA;LDSJFAS BY STUPID DOODLE IS CANNON NOW I HAVE DECIDED.

:O SPAR DON'T BE MEAN TO XBALA!!

"look i had real qualms about manhandling a lawyers" asdfjha;sdjfa;skdfj

"AND ANYAS LIKE i would bite you" QUEEEEEEN SHIT OH MY GOD

OF COURSE FUCKING DIAMOND IS TRYING TO DITCH OUT ON THE FUCKING DEAL. UGH!!! (DEROGATORY!) TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO!

Diamond better not be saying they're going to that meeting.

ipswitch noooo. Ipswitch i like you so much but don't fall for thissss noooo. something sus is like fore SURE going down adn i dunno what it is but i DO NOT trust it

COMMUTES VIA PARKOUR WHILE BLINDFOLDED HE'S SUCHHHH AS FUNNY LITTLE GUY!!!!!! OH MY BGOD

oh my god vellum but as a baby.....wait who is iris? I may not know an iris yet but I am VERY interested in vellum's work friends (in inventing names of one(1) random character for a fic I chose, or all names, naomi...........)

SPAR MAKING MATCHING SHIT FOR HIM AND SOREL IS SO PRECIOUS HOLY FUCK.

what ARE the xbala anya vibes. OMG IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CONSIDERED THAT SHIP. Ooooh Xbanya is a really good name. Xatianya also??? At some point if you cram enough names together they make one (1) sci-fi russian princess.

Yeha maybe Lunavella's just a GILF. THE CAT/BIRD ENERGY there are layers...there are LAYERS to this yeah as;kldfja;lsjdf

as a listener I had not considered this I would assume the poleaxe was just like. a socially acceptable and sexy addition to an outfit

LALSDFJLSDFHGALKJSFD i was waiting for spar's reaction to the triple threat

I feel like if you're headed to the truth booth in your relatioship it oughta be ending anyway

MERIM I'VE BEEN ABANDONED BY MY DATE NOOOOOO Jakub ditching lunavella for QC is understandable and probably the best strategic but still a bit lame

Luna is sticking with vellum and bc you just KNOW she's a god at that etch-a-sketch. The kiddies in the olde elven kinda garden couldn't HOPE to keep up.

DIAMOND CAN YOU RESPECT EPIPLE'S AUTONOMY FOR FIVE MINUTES?

OOOOH THAT TELEPORTATION IDEA IS RAD

OOOOH THE HOUSING BEING FAKE IS SO GOOD

Do all the pendant work? Did they find a way to manufacturer more? If they can surgery everyone wearing a pendant like giving them diamond's mind control is a massive L but being able to identify that many members is super useful? Also fuck diamond.

"diamond is frozen in time" haha. Bitch.

EEEEEE voracity outing Merim like that aiiiiiint great. VORACITY YOU LEAVE SPAR THE FUCK ALONE. FUCK.

I really hope they get their backup in soon. Ahhh!!!!!

I'm glad to be caught up. My blood pressure will be slightly higher for the next 2 weeks

@threeheartscast

#very happy to be here now im going the fuck to bed #edil chats #edil liveblogs three of hearts #three of hearts #three of hearts pod

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mando 3.8 liveblog (at least it’s finally over)

alright here we go

hey what happened to not being able to use comms

i will consider it justice if axe dies too

ahh feckin imps with beskar

did they? drug him??? hit him?? HE WAS WALKING FINE BEFOR---nevermind

ewwww they even have flamethrowers???? fuckin mando wannabes

also lol really only 2 of them for din??

baby~!!

no torture for din :(

btw BO YOU LET THE INFANT WANDER OFF ON HIS OWN??

tracking?? WHY IS HE RED AND GROGU A GREEN DOT oh cos droid mb? that would make sense. fucking hilarious if they were color-coordinated by gideon tho lmao

scomp. what. what is that word

frankly surprised R5 wasn’t scrapped tbh, he DID deserve it

guys you. you cannot make another R2. i do not have emotional investment in a droid that betrayed the covert

din why ask questions when you can’t understand him

yes! yes if axe dies on the cruiser as his epic death scene i will allow it for paz

fuckin love mandalorians just. flinging themselves out into space. love them.

ah yes the stupid vader shields

IS THIS GONNA BE ANOTHER DUEL OF THE FATES bc it can’t, that shit was too cool to be remade

mmmmm knives

PARRY THIS BLADE BETWEEN THE ARMOR YOU FILTHY CASUALS

i am loving all of his kicky moves

tube people! 

are these the mandalorian jedi i wanted--oh my god the bitch cloned himself THE NARCISSIM. i mean im not surprised but

damn that life beneath the surface though, so green

oh boo that means the armorer isn’t the spy doesn’t it

is it just gonna be ‘facist chick and gideon were the spies for the evil facism council’?? so boring.

oh my god that flying saber pose pls

lol u bitches wanna try to take on mandos mid-air? you’re not THAT good of copies

I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT HE WANTED TO PUT THE FORCE INTO CLONES/MANDALORIANS I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT DEMAGOLKA 2.0

technically he exploded them before they could draw their first breath

guys beskar v beskar hand to hand is. silly.

ohh worm? mando vs shithead fake siths?

baby jedi vs sith??

oh god that heartbroken little ‘no’ din yelled

guys you’re being beaten by a giggling infant

oh gideon totes put an exoskeleton in his suit didn’t he, loser

no. no. no. really? really bo vs gideon? my fucking god it hate it.

we were shown how gideon vs mando was important, their fight vs each other during the seasons, and the fight gets passed over to bo. like yeah i get din saving his kid more important but i just. the lack of payout.

woves you’re still alive?

OH?? OHHHHHHHHH UIT BROKE? IT BROKE IT BROKE IT BROKE FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH

seriously the classist bitch gets to live but paz doesn’t??? lame. uber lame. go down with your fucking ship woves

so slippy slidey

okay if gideo died in that fire they abso---NEVERMIND BABY FOR THE WIN

damn love that precedent being taken advantage of. would love if more things were too

rip the great forge

oh??? mythosaur??????? please??????

oh no ragnar

why you gotta be like this

oh i guess they didn’t count his as complete

FUICKING. BAPTISM??

oh we gonna baptize grogu now too?

OH? OH I WAS FUCKING RIGHT YOU DIDNT CONSIDER YOURSELF A DAD YET YOU MOTHERFUCKING GO ON, SAY THE FGUCKING WORDS FUCKING DO IT

MYHSAUR NOW??  FOR MANDO JEDI???

DIN GROGU HELL YEAH. also does that mean the naming styles are eastern asian style? IS DIN ACTUALLY HIS LAST NAME. WOT. is ‘din’ some form of appellation? WHAT IS GOING ON

oh my god are y0ou fuckign srs he has to leave mandalore already what is this SHIT

MTYHOSAUR??? BABY SEE MYTHOSAUR????

oh worm visiting the pubs? yay more carson!!

oh my god are we ACTUALLY bringing back the droid

lawls vacation cabin, glad to see the secondary ‘obtain a house’ quest was fulfilled

oh god we brought the droid back as the marshall

din get a landscaper in there

congratulations din djarin on successfully becoming the npc side character he always wanted to be

#mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian #me @ the writers be like #this storyline is a lame hill to die on #but at least you're dead #ANYWAY paz just didn't show up bc he was in the infirmary #i make the rules now

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Nicki Minaj Ft. Lil Wayne & Tate Kobang - RNB Lyrics

Nicki Minaj Ft. Lil Wayne & Tate Kobang - RNB Lyrics Intro: Tate Kobang Oh-oh Oh, oh, oh (28 shit) Brr, ayy Chorus: Tate Kobang Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (Have to be) I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P) Please, the body, body is a masterpiece (Ah) Freak, I throw it deep and put that ass to sleep Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (Me) Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that's because of me (That's because of me) Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (On me) She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB (On me, yeah) Verse 1: Nicki Minaj Ayo, real nigga bitch, call me RNB (Ooh) His ex bitches madder than they ought to be Body a work of art like the Mona Li' (Grrt) See, it's a lot of y'all, only one of me (Uh) We don't make love, we be fuckin', that's G shit If he gotta put a opp down, I don't see shit I keep his secrets, I let him beast it Kissin' on my thighs and my breast, he two-pieced it I just wanna watch him do his push-ups with his sweats on Every time he hit it, he gon' nail it like a press-on When I ride his dick, the only time he gettin' flexed on Hit it from the back with my pumps and my dress on (Ooh) If you love me, baby, tattoo my whole name We be laughin' while they hatin' 'cause they so lame Other niggas shoot they shot, but they got no aim (No aim) Chorus: Tate Kobang Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (Woah) I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P) Please, the body, body is a masterpiece (Masterpiece) Freak, I throw it deep and put that ass to sleep (Baow, baow, baow) Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (Wasn't me) Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that's because of me ('Cause of me) Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (Oh, oh, oh) She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB (Yeah) Verse 2: Lil Wayne She my RNB Fuck her to some R&B, make me wanna sing That shit sound like harmony when she moan for me And that cat baby fat like Kimora Lee Pop that pussy for a real nigga I'ma mop that pussy like it's spilled, nigga Make her pop that pussy like a pill, nigga I'ma make her swap that pussy for a real nigga If she get a opp, that pussy, I'ma kill that bitch I don't adopt that pussy, bitch, I kidnap it I make her lock that pussy and conceal that clit Might have to buy a fake booty for a real-ass bitch (Yeah) Chorus: Tate Kobang Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (Woah) I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P) Please, the body, body is a masterpiece (Oh) Freak, I throw it deep and put that ass to sleep Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (Wasn't me) Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that's because of me ('Cause of me) Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (Oh, oh, oh) She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB (Woo) Outro: Tate Kobang, Nicki Minaj don't be waitin' for a baby My friends say you ain't shit, they hatin' on my baby (Baby) On the '42, we fuck around and make some babies (Oh, no-no-no) 'Member when them boys pulled you over and we skated? (Baby) don't be waitin' for a baby (Brr) If they still hatin', shit, they hatin' on my baby (Oh) We was on the block, now it's houses and they gated (Oh) I got a lot of bitches, they ain't fuckin' with my baby Oh, baby, oh, baby Read the full article

#LilWayne #NickiMinaj #TateKobang

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Favor: Chpt 2 (Chubby!Bucky x Y/n)

✨Last Chapter✨

Bucky's POV

"Come on Buck, you can't tell me you have plans, I know you don't," Steve says, trying to get me to go out to the club with him.

I'm not as confident as he is, I've never been completely at peace with the way my body looks. Other than a pity kiss once in a while from dates that don't go well, I've never had a girlfriend. I've never even had sex, god I'm pathetic!

I look away from Steve, "I do have plans, I have to get to work on making a cake."

Steve raises an eyebrow, "You rarely ever work on a cake outside of business hours, what's the cake for?"

My hands suddenly become very interesting, "Sarah (Y/L/N)."

Steve's POV

Of course Bucky's making Sarah's cake, he'd do anything to make (Y/n) smile, the poor sap. He's my best friend and I love him, but he's always been so shy, always plays things close to the chest.

(Y/n) is really the only person besides me who can crack into Bucky, she brings out the most vulnerable and genuine version of him.

Nodding, I look at Bucky, "Just promise me you'll come out with me next weekend, and I'll drop it about tonight."

He runs his fingers through his long hair, "Steve, you know I'm not comfortable enough to go out like that."

I pat his shoulder, "Okay, okay, I won't push you on it tonight, just don't be too hard on yourself." I know he'll overwork himself if you let him.

Bucky's POV

I chuckle softly, "Okay, I won't do too much."

Steve smiles, "I'll see you later Buck." He gets up and walks out of our shared apartment.

Picking up my sketchpad, I jott down what I imagine Sarah's birthday cake will look like. I know she'll love it, she's such a sweet kid. With the background noise of the tv, I get lost in thought. Many things go through my head; (Y/n), Steve, Sarah, the cake, the idea of going to the club.

(Y/n)'s POV

"So then I was doing a keg stand and everyone was cheering me on! It was amazing!," the guy, who's name I didn't care to remember, kept going on and on about some lame frat party that I couldn't care less about.

It takes everything in my body to not repeatedly slam my head onto the table, to make myself feel something again. I give him my best fake smile, "That sounds like loads of fun! I wish I had been there!"

The guy grins, I think his name is Brandon, Brent, Braxton, fuck if I know! He replies, "You should totally come to the next party!"

I can't do this, I'm losing more brain cells by the second, "Honestly, I'd rather slam my head on a brick wall."

He scoffs, "Geez babe, no need to be so harsh. I gotta take a whizz, I'll be right back."

I sigh in relief and quickly call Bucky, I grin when he picks up, "Oh thank god, I'm on a terrible blind date and I need you to call me in five minutes with some sort of emergency, it just has to be urgent enough for me to get out of here, please?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, yeah, I can do that, don't worry. But we should probably hang up now."

I nod, "Yeah, remember five minutes." We both hang up and I put my phone away.

Right on time, my phone blares 'Let's Groove' by Earth, Wind & Fire, I quickly answer, "Hey Buck... Oh god! Yes, I'll be right there! Well don't move him, that could make it worse!"

The frat guy raises an eyebrow at me, "Everything okay?"

I shake my head, "My brother hurt himself, I have to go be with him!" I worked up some fake tears, it was easy, all I had to do was think of sad movies.

The frat guy's eyes got wide, "Yeah, yeah, go! I'll call you later!"

I get up and run out, yelling behind me, "Please don't!" I put my phone to my ear again, "Still there Bucky?"

I hear a chuckle and Bucky's reply, "Yeah, I'm still here, must have been a terrible date."

I smile, getting into my car and putting him on speaker phone, "I think I can feel the brain cells reviving themselves as we speak."

Bucky laughs, "Ouch, he was that bad?"

I can't help but giggle, "Yes! I genuinely thought about just screaming until he left, like horror movie screaming."

Bucky chuckles and sighs, "Want to come over? I promise I'm better company than that guy."

I take a different turn than I would to go home, "That would be great! I'll see you soon!"

Bucky's POV

She's coming over! Shit! Quickly I clean up my sketches for the cake, not wanting her to see.

Upon hearing a knock at my door, I nearly break my neck to open the door. Standing there is the most beautiful woman, she never fails to amaze me just by being her. I stand aside to let her in, then close the door behind her.

We walk over to the couch and she puts her purse down on the floor, her heels going next to it.

Finally, I speak, "So why go on the date if you were going to end up running out?"

She smiles and laughs softly, "I didn't know it would go terribly, but I hoped it would."

I furrow my brow at her, "Why would you hope for that?" I can't imagine anticipating that a date go south.

She nods, "My friend keeps setting me up, and I love her, I know she only has good intentions, but she's got shit taste in men for me. They've all turned out to be self-obsessed, elitist jerks. I admire a certain amount of self-confidence, but they ooze arrogance. Plus she promised me that if this date went badly that she'd hang up her matchmaking hat."

I nod, "So you don't want to date?"

She smiles, "If the time and the guy were just right, I'd be willing, but I'm not desperate for a relationship. Anyways, can we watch something? Preferably something that I don't have to pay much attention to."

(Y/n)'s POV

Someone's carrying me! I open my eyes to see Bucky carrying me to his room, I give him a half awake smile, "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

I can feel his laugh in his chest, he smiles back, "Don't worry about it. I'm gonna lay you down in my bed and I'll take the couch."

I shift in his arms a bit, "No no no, you take your bed, I'll take the couch."

He wouldn't hear it, "You're taking the bed, (Y/n/n), I'll be fine."

Knowing I won't be able to convince him otherwise without making my crush on him fairly clear, I sigh and rest my head on his chest, "Thank you for tonight, for bailing me out, you're so amazing."

He sets me down on his bed and smiles, he opens his dresser drawers, pulling out the most comfy-looking pair of sweatpants and a shirt, "You're more than welcome to change into these if that'll be more comfortable."

I get up and walk over to him, turn my back to him, "Could you unzip me?"

Bucky's POV

Unzip her? I'd be more than happy to, but that might be the issue.

Grabbing the zipper, I pull down gently, savoring every millisecond as I see more and more skin exposed. It might just be her back, but it's the most skin I've seen on a woman in person. It's beautiful, mesmerizing.

(Y/n)'s POV

I can feel his breath on my back, giving me goosebumps, but I'm too afraid of what I might do if I react right now.

After a second, I turn around and smile, "Thank you, really, I'm so lucky to have you in my life." I give him a light kiss on the cheek and a hug, which he returns quickly.

I pull away reluctantly and look up at him, just admiring his steel blue eyes in the dim light. He smiles at me and I swear I could melt, does he know what he does to me?

Bucky looks to the side for a moment, then back at me, "I'll let you rest, goodnight doll."

Doll, he hasn't called me that in a minute, I forgot how much I missed it. We both got so busy with life, but I don't want that to happen again, especially if I get to hear him call me doll.

I change into the clothes he provided, oh my god, they're so comfy! I have to figure out a way to sneak these out with me in the morning.

Bucky's POV

I did manage to fall asleep on the couch, as uncomfortable as it is to sleep on. I heard Steve come home before I fell asleep, he asked me why I was on the couch, I told him (Y/n)'s in my bed. He just laughed and told me to wear protection.

Nudging, stroking on my cheek, gentle shaking, I finally wake up to see a beautiful woman kneeling in front of me. (Y/n) smiles, "Hi."

I rub my eyes with the heels of my palms, "Hey, what's up?"

She bites her lip, "Can you come to bed? I want to cuddle."

I could swear I'm still asleep, this must be a bad porno dream! Without much protest on my end, we end up in my bed, her head on my chest.

I kiss her head and rub her back, my tv as background noise.

(Y/n)'s POV

After getting Bucky to bed, I get comfortable with him, my head on his chest. It's much easier to relax now.

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Red

Summary: Y/N has been having an infuriating dry spell in the love department lately, thanks to lockdown, and her roommate Jensen is getting fed up with her attitude. So, he lets her in on a little secret…

Pairing: Danneel x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: female masturbation, talk of male masturbation, phone sex, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, lockdown was hard on singletons but great for phone sex operators Word Count: 4.5k Created for: @anyfandomgoesbingo - Sex Hotline AU | @spnkinkbingo - Tribbing

A/N: Requested by @danneelsmain - hope this lived up to your expectations babe! I haven't written Danneel before but I really enjoyed writing this ❤️

“Yes... yes... yesyesyes–”

“Hey, Y/N!” Bang, bang, bang! “Hurry up in there will ya? I’m dyin’ here,” Jensen jiggled the doorknob to no avail, and Y/N was incredibly thankful she’d remembered to lock it this time.

I’m dying here, Y/N thought to herself, pulling the shower head from between her legs with a frustrated huff, the water swirling down the drain carrying the fading vestiges of her almost-orgasm with it. She had been so close. Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Just a minute!” she shouted, frustration tipping over into anger. The knob on the faucet was twisted to the ‘off’ position with unnecessary violence, and the shower curtain was attached at one less ring than it had been half an hour ago when it was yanked open to settle against the back wall of the tub.

Bang! Ban–

“Seriously, Jensen?!” Y/N barely had the towel secured around herself before she threw open the door, hastily ducking to avoid Jensen’s knock-in-progress.

“Thank fuck.” Jensen danced around Y/N and shoved the door shut, sending Y/N slipping across the tiles on her still-wet feet and locking her on the other side. The clearly audible hiss of Jensen relieving himself leaked through the door and Y/N growled in frustration, aiming a kick at the door before stomping down the hallway to her room.

He couldn’t have waited ten more seconds…

It had been bad enough that lockdown got them all stuck at home with no possibility of one night stands, or follow-up booty calls to keep her sex drive in check, but now Y/N was having an even bigger problem. She hadn’t been able to get herself over the finish line for at least two weeks, and she had no earthly idea as to why. Y/N was beginning to think that regular orgasms were part of the reason that she was usually nice to be around, because right now she felt like she was one bad joke away from stabbing somebody.

And that someone was likely to be Jensen.

Tucked up into the corner of the couch was Y/N’s standard position these days. She wasn’t sure what was playing on the TV, something as mindless as she felt right now.

“Budge up.” Jensen hit her feet and flopped back gracelessly on top of them without giving her the chance to move them.

“Ow, asshole!” A pillow whipped through the air and collided squarely with the side of Jensen’s face.

“What is your problem lately?”

“You, clearly,” Y/N snapped, pulling her knees into her chest defensively. Jensen raised a single eyebrow, giving her a pointed look. “No, it’s not you,” Y/N admitted, letting some of her aggression seep out of her frame with her words. “Sorry.”

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

There was a stiff silence between them, Jensen waiting for Y/N to break and answer his question and Y/N knowing that she didn’t want to talk about this with Jensen but not seeing a way out of the conversation. Jensen had an irritating habit of getting her to open up about things she never planned on telling people – like the fact that she was gay. And now he was about to hear far more about her sex life than she ever wanted to share with someone of the male species.

“I’m, um,” her cheeks were on fire as she glanced up to see Jensen looking back at her with concerned curiosity. “I’m… having a problem,” she finished lamely.

“Okay…”

“I can’t… Do you ever–” Y/N choked on the words every time they tried to bubble through. “So… um, it’s– it’s been a while.” She saw comprehension flash over Jensen’s freckled face a moment later.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You know PornHub has a whole section for lesbian shit, right?” Another pillow hits him in the face. “Okay, okay, ow,” Jensen rubs his jaw in exaggeration. “But seriously, it’s been a while for everyone. You just gotta take business into your own hands.”

“You don’t think I’ve been doing that?” Y/N hissed, unconsciously checking around them as if someone else was in their apartment who might overhear.

“Well then what’s the problem?”

“I haven’t like,” Y/N made a variety of nonsequitous hand motions that had no bearing on the word ‘orgasm’ but Jensen seemed to get the message.

“How long?” he cringed.

“Like, almost three weeks? And it’s not like I haven’t been trying like, everything, I just… can’t,” she shrugged helplessly. “Has this kind of thing ever happened to you? Is there something like, physically wrong with me?”

“No, no, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you,” Jensen rushed to reassure her, patting her leg awkwardly. “This kind of thing happens all the time.”

“So it’s happened to you too?” Hope shone from Y/N’s face that maybe she wasn’t doomed to a life empty of sexual pleasure.

“Well… no, not exactly.” Y/N’s shoulders drooped, hopes slashed.

“How are you staying so sane?” Y/N accused. “You used to be with a different girl every few days before all of this.”

“Hey! I was not,” Jensen was mock offended but Y/N could tell he was also a little proud. “And I’ve, uh… I’ve got my sources,” his eyes twinkled mischievously as he answered her question.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, have you been sneaking out behind my back!”

“No,” he rolled his eyes, “nothing like that.” Jensen pulled out his phone and started scrolling through the screen as Y/N watched.

“Jen, if you’re trying to show me porn, I’m good. Don’t need to see what you get off to,” Y/N shuddered at the thought. A text beeped on her phone a second later, Jensen’s name popping up on the screen.

“That’s my source,” he explains and she opens the message to see a 1-800 number, next to the word Red.

“Red?”

“Red.” Jensen confirmed with a wicked grin, nodding sagely.

Y/N could not believe she was about to do this. She looked down at the number on her phone screen, ready to dial as soon as she pressed the little green button. Jensen’s assurances echoed in her head. Best phone sex I’ve ever had… she actually gets off with you, she’s not just faking it… sounds so hot, and her body is killer in her profile pic. Admittedly, the picture he’d shown her had been really fucking sexy. A slender girl in small red panties and unfairly pretty breasts cradled in a satin bra covered in little hearts, dark red hair pinned up around her face in a vintage style.

Before she could talk herself out of it again, Y/N pressed dial and held the phone up to her ear. It rang a few times before connecting to an automated menu, and Y/N was secretly relieved she wouldn’t have to ask an operator if she could speak to ‘Red’.

Thank you for calling the Sugar Lips Hotline. Please enter your card details to continue.

Jensen had warned her about this part, so she had her card sitting out of her wallet on the desk in front of her.

If you know who you are trying to reach, please press one. If you would like to be assigned a random operator, please press two.

Y/N shakily pressed the number one, and then put the phone on speaker while she was at it.

If you would like to speak with Candy, press one, followed by the pound key. If you would like to speak with Kitty, press two, followed by the pound key. If you would like to speak with Lance…

Y/N wondered if she would still have the confidence to go through with this by the time the robotic voice mentioned ‘Red’.

If you would like to speak with Red, press thirteen, followed by the pound key.

The moment of truth. Y/N entered the number 13 and then pressed the pound key. The line began to ring again.

“Hi there,” a temptingly soft voice slipped through the receiver of the phone sitting on the desk in front of her.

“Hi-i,” Y/N’s voice was jarring in comparison, breaking on the first word she uttered.

“Oh, so I’ve got a pretty little girl on the line today, huh?” Y/N didn’t know how to answer so she didn’t, hands frozen in a death grip on the sleeves of her too big sweatshirt. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Y/N,” she whispered back, suddenly scared that Jensen would be able to hear every word being said in her room. Quickly digging into her pockets she pulled out her headphones and plugged them into her cell. Why hadn’t she done that earlier?

“That’s such a pretty name, baby,” the woman cooed, and now her voice was right against Y/N’s ears; it felt like she was in the room, whispering against her skin. “I’m Red.”

“That’s what I should call you?” Y/N managed to keep the tremor out of her words this time.

“Unless you want to call me something else? I can be whoever you want me to be baby girl. Mommy, ma’am, mistress…” Y/N’s heart thundered against her ribs. She realised that she had no idea what she wanted from this – she just knew she was desperate. “Or maybe you want to be in charge? I could be your baby, your good little girl.” Y/N wished she could see Red right now, watch what she looked like as she purred all these promises down the line, teasing and tempting.

“Is,” Y/N gulped, “is there anyone you want me to be?”

“Nuh-uh,” she tutted, and Y/N could imagine her shaking her head, red curls flying by her cheeks. “This is all about you Y/N. I’m here to make you feel good.”

Y/N felt a lick of heat curl in the base of her stomach, twisting itself around her intestines.

“Yeah, I could use that,” she laughed nervously, figuring she should be honest if she wanted this to work out well. And she really needed it to.

“Oh, have you been feeling a little pent up baby?” Red’s voice echoed in Y/N’s ears. The small vibrations coming out of her earbuds were enough to start sending a pulsing sensation down the side of her neck, worming its way under her skin and into her veins. Christ, it had been too long.

“You have no idea.”

“Well, I betcha we can fix that. Are you somewhere comfortable sweetie?”

“I could get on the bed?” Y/N offered, wondering why she hadn’t started there in the first place, rather than at her desk.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Red purred seductively. “Why don’t you stretch out on the bed, get yourself nice and cozy. Maybe prop a pillow up next to you and think about me snuggling you in real close. Wish I could be there to put my hands all over your body.”

Y/N was thankful she was already sitting on her bed by the time Red finished painting her little scene because if she’d been walking, she’s pretty sure her knees would have given out.

“Fuck, it’s been so long since I felt another girl’s hands on me.” She tried not to be embarrassed at how whimpery her voice had gone. If this went well it was about to get a whole lot worse anyways.

“I want to touch every inch of you,” Red breathed heavily. “Run my fingers through your hair, over your neck, down your back. Would I find a bra there to unhook, baby?”

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed, arching her shoulders and feeling the band scratch taught around her ribs, pushing her breast up towards her chin.

“Why don’t you take that off for me?”

“Okay,” Y/N felt her voice shake as much as her hands as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, breathing deeply when the pressure of the garment disappeared.

“Bet that felt good, didn’t it baby?” Red laughed knowingly.

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, loosening up a little at the acknowledgement of a shared experience, something all girls could relate to. She pulled her arms through the straps beneath her sweatshirt and shimmying the discarded bra out the bottom before pushing her arms back through her sleeves. The peaks of her nipples tightened as they caught on the pills of fleece that now sat against her chest.

“What else are you wearing?”

Suddenly embarrassed she hadn’t thought to put on anything sexy in preparation for this call, Y/N didn’t manage more than an “um…” before Red laughed, a warm sound that melted into her like chocolate against your tongue.

“Why don’t I tell you what I’m wearing?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded before she remembered that Red couldn’t see her. “Bet it’s something really sexy,” she attempted to flirt, cringing at how awkward she sounded.

“Well that depends,” Red mused. “Do you like lace?”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed. She loved seeing girls in lace lingerie; the way the delicate weave of the pattern offered small tastes of the skin it covered, the way you could feel someone’s warmth seeping through such a thin fabric so easily, the way it felt to have someone touch you or suck you through such a meagre sheet of modesty…

“What about stockings?” Red voice broke through Y/N’s train of thought, pulling her back to the vaguely out of body experience she was having.

“Love them,” Y/N answered quietly, trying to pitch her voice the way Red was, low and alluring.

“Well, that’s a shame,” she sighed dramatically. “Because I’m not wearing anything at all right now, sorry to disappoint.” Y/N couldn’t see her but she would bet anything Red was wearing a big pout right now. She wondered what her lips looked like. In her head she pictured soft and pillowy.

“You are such a tease,” Y/N laughed, hoping to disguise the pang of arousal that had shot through her a moment before.

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you baby?”

“Yeah, I really do,” Y/N found herself admitting unconsciously.

“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna get naked too baby girl?”

A throb of desire fluttered between Y/N’s legs, her pussy clenching, and when she squirmed back into her pillow a little she felt the lace fabric of her own panties sliding a little more between her thighs. Her arousal had started to soak out of her and into the material.

“You want me naked?” Y/N’s words scratched their way out of her throat, trying to pull her confidence along with them.

“Oh god, please baby,” Red moaned loudly, but it didn’t sound fake. It was like Jensen had told her, it sounded like she was really enjoying this, and like she was actually getting off on what was happening between them right now. “Want to feel your skin against mine.”

“I want that too, baby,” Y/N’s hasty breaths shook her words. She stripped out of her underwear and shoved her phone and headphones down the front of her sweatshirt so she could shimmy it over her head without disconnecting the earbuds. She didn’t want to miss anything.

“God, if I was there I would kiss all over you. Bet you taste amazing,” Red sighed, and Y/N could hear something shifting over the phone, like fabric moving around.

“Are you on your bed too?” Y/N asked.

“Yep, all spread out for you baby girl.”

“Are you touching yourself?” Y/N’s confidence was starting to build as she heard how much Red sounded like she’s into this, and she couldn’t deny she was turned on too. She felt wetter than she’d been in weeks, and when her fingers drifted down over her stomach its muscles twitched in anticipation of where she was about to touch.

“Where do you want me to touch?” Y/N let her eyes slide closed, and she could imagine Red batting her lashes as she asked - where do you want me to touch? - She pictured the girl she’d seen in the photo poised over her, legs straddling Y/N’s hips as Red ran her hands over her own body, fingers trailing over her throat, fondling her breasts, twisting around the pink flesh at the tips of each, lingering on the soft of her stomach before dipping lower.

“I want you to touch between your legs and tell me how wet you are,” Y/N said between deep breaths, trying to keep her voice even.

“I’m already so wet for you, baby,” Red gasped, and Y/N hoped it was a reaction to her fingers slipping inside her pussy.

“If you were here with me, what would you do right now?”

“I’d make you watch me fuck myself on my fingers.” Holy shit, Y/N couldn’t help the moan that bled through her lips, and she heard Red chuckle. “Yeah, you like the sound of that baby?”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N whimpered, her own fingers finally making their way between her legs and sliding easily through the slick she found there.

“I’d straddle myself right over your face, so you could see my fingers fucking my pussy, feel me dripping on you.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“And then, when my fingers are nice and soaked, you’re gonna suck them clean like a good little girl, aren’t you sweetheart?” Red’s monologue was absolutely wrecking Y/N, she wanted everything the woman on the end of the line was describing so badly. “Want you to do it to yourself, since I can’t be there to do it for you. Can you get those fingers nice and wet for me baby?”

“Fuck, yeah, okay.” Y/N pushed two fingers inside her pussy, clenching around them wantonly. She must have let out some kind of noise because Red giggled again before she continued talking.

“That’s it, fuck yourself for me baby girl, until I can do it for you.” And fucking hell, the thought of Red actually with her, touching her, fucking her… “Your fingers nice and dirty now?”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N squeaked, pressing against her g-spot to get herself even wetter.

“Good girl,” Red hummed. “Now suck them clean for me, Y/N. Want you to taste just how sweet you are. God, wish I could taste you too,” she moaned, her breath hitching.

Y/N obeyed Red’s instructions, sucking her fingers into her mouth and twirling her tongue around them, curling it across the dips and whorls of her fingertips. She groaned around the digits in her mouth, trying to make it audible that she was doing as she was told.

“Good girl,” Red cooed again, obviously hearing Y/N’s sucking. “Good filthy girl. You’re so dirty aren’t you baby, bet you’re dripping onto the sheets right now you’re so horny.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt her whole body clenching as she pushed her hand back between her legs, toying with her clit and sending fresh jolts of desire to her core. “Fuck, I’m touching myself again. Couldn’t help it, you’re so hot baby.”

“I want you to touch yourself sweetie. Want you to make yourself feel so good.”

“I want you to feel good too,” Y/N whimpered, maybe stupidly, but she remembered Jensen saying that Red got off with him and she wanted the same thing. She wanted to know that Red wanted her, that Red found her sexy. She didn’t want to be in this alone.

“Oh, I am feeling so good baby girl,” Red assured Y/N, her voice brimming with sincerity and whimpers to back it up. “Fucking myself so good, pretending it’s your fingers inside me.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Y/N couldn’t come up with anything more eloquent than that. The more she played with herself the foggier her brain got.

“What are you imaging right now?”

“Thinking about you, you on top of me.”

“You want me on top, huh? Want me to hold you down a little, baby?”

“Mm, yeah,” Y/N sighed, slipping two fingers from her free hand down to her entrance and pushing them inside, keeping her other hand on her clit, rolling it between her fingers. “You could hold me down, grind yourself against me. Use me to get yourself off.” Y/N’s breathing was ragged now, and the fingers inside her pussy sought out her g-spot again, starting to focus their efforts a little more concertedly on the spongy bundle of nerves.

“Oh sweetie, that’s so hot, fuck,” Red moaned heavily, her breath catching on her curse. “I’d grind against you so good. Rub our pussies together, all slick and hot, grind my clit against yours nice and hard. Fuck, touch your clit for me baby.”

“I am,” Y/N gasped, drawing fast little circles over the nub between her legs. “Fuck, want all that so bad. Think you could come like that? Just from rubbing your pussy on me, getting me all wet and dirty?”

“Fuck yes, love rubbing my pussy on yours, love grinding our clits together. I could tease you so good. Go nice and slow, wonder how long you’d last before you start begging me to let you cum.”

“I’m close,” Y/N whimpered, surprised at how true it was. She hadn’t gotten so close to cumming this quickly in ages.

“Already baby? You naughty little girl,” Red groaned, and the sound of bed springs crackled through Y/N’s earbuds too. Y/N pictured Red arching off the bed, fucking her hips into her fingers. “You want to cum for me baby?”

“Fuck, yes, yes please,” Y/N begged, feeling the muscles in her thighs and stomach starting to constrict, heat singing through her veins.

“Not yet baby, keep fucking yourself.” Y/N let out a pathetic whine in protest. “You can do that for me, can’t you sweetie. Fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers for me?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Good girl, I’m so fucking close baby.”

“Fuck, please, want you to cum. Want you to cum with me.” Y/N’s eyes squeezed tight as small pinpricks of light started to burst in the darkness of her vision.

“Gonna cum for you, baby girl,” Red cried, voice high and tight. “Fuck, I’m gonna squirt, I can feel it. Gonna squirt all over your pussy, fucking soak you.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt like she might actually start crying, she needed to cum so badly. She was so so so close.

“Rub that little clitty, pretend it’s me rubbing up against you. All hot and wet,” her voice was breaking, her words short and breathless, and Y/N could tell Red was as close as she was. “Gonna cum all over you. Fuck, gonna squirt so hard bet I could actually cum inside you.”

“Holy fuck!” Y/N’s hips snapped into the air, searching for the imaginary body she wished was there. It was becoming hard to hear through the intense buzzing in her ears. Every nerve in her body was pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Cum for me Y/N, c’mon baby, you can do it, want you to cum for me like the good little girl you are baby, c’mon.”

Y/N was sobbing, wrist pistoning her fingers in and out of herself faster than she ever remembered being able to move, and she felt the walls of her pussy clamping down, trying to keep the pressure inside where it wanted it. And then she couldn’t take it anymore. Everything froze. She might have screamed, but to be honest she couldn’t be too sure, because she couldn’t hear anything except the white light that had flooded the dark space behind her eyelids.

Lockdown became much more bearable after that day. Though Y/N did have to try really hard to not think about the fact that she and Jensen were kind of fucking the same girl. In a way. It was weird. But if she ignored that part, then her ‘dates’ with Red were perfect. She was finally able to release all the tension, sexual and otherwise, that this whole mess had building up in her system constantly. And eventually, the world started to open back up and things started to get just a little bit easier.

Y/N wondered what she would do when lockdown was well and truly over. When the bars and clubs opened up again, would she and Jensen go out and try to hook up like they always had before? Would everything just go back to normal? Would she still want to call Red if she was getting actual sex with a real girl, and not just her hand or a bit of silicone? Yes. The answer was most definitely yes, Y/N had to admit to herself. Even though it was just phone sex, it was still some of the best sex she’d ever had.

Well, Red is a professional, she thought to herself wryly as she spooned some froth onto the top of the cappuccino she was making. The coffee shop she worked at had reopened last week, finally.

“Y/N! Can you jump on register while I take my break?” Michelle called from the end of the counter.

“Sure thing,” Y/N smiled and wiped her hands off on her apron, making her way behind the other baristas to the cash register. She briefly glanced at the line of people waiting to order – a couple of college kids carrying some scary looking textbooks, a portly man scratching his bald patch, a pretty girl with shiny hair and awesome winged liner. Y/N blushed as she caught the eye of the girl, and immediately looked back at her tablet, typing in her register code.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” Y/N’s customer service voice was alarmingly cheery, and the two college guys blinked, startled, clearly still unused to interacting with humans again – Y/N knew the feeling, cringing internally. She made a note to dial the pep back a little.

“Hey, what can I get you?” It was the pretty girl at the front of the line now.

“Um, I’ll have a caramel latte, please,” she answered with a bright smile, red lips stretching across shockingly white teeth.

“Size?” Y/N asked, tapping the order into her tablet.

“How big can you make it?” the girl giggled, and Y/N looked up, something tugging at the back of her mind.

“Um, large?” Y/N answered absentmindedly, trying to figure out what was bugging her so much. The girl just nodded, politely accepting the fact that Y/N had skated over her joke. “Can I get a name for the order?” She grabbed the large sized cup and uncapped the marker, hand poised over the white cardboard, ready to write.

“Oh, sure. It’s Danneel.”

“Danielle?” Y/N asked, her mind still wandering.

“No, Dan– you know what, it’s a weird name. Just go with Red.”

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PERFORMANCE | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: You film a sex scene with Matthew Gray Gubler, and have a big urge to try it off camera.

Word Count: 2,953.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, choking, 18 year age gap between adults.

You filmed the sex scene in one take.

The cool air trailed over your bare breasts as you laid against the bed, Matthew’s torso between your legs, his lips on your neck. You had never done a sex scene before, but you knew it shouldn’t have felt this good. You knew your moans should’ve been fake, your facial expressions exaggerated, your body working in an absentminded rhythm. But you found yourself trembling, weak, releasing breathy moans into his ear. All from the feeling of Matthew creating friction between your legs. In an unscripted moment, he gropped your boobs in his hands, and the force sent your back arching. You became so focused on the sensation of his body, the heat trapped under the duvet cover, and his lips as they pressed against yours, the eyes of the crew were drowned out - long forgotten.

When the director yelled “cut!” you pined for Matthew’s lips, the sudden loss of them leaving a bitter feeling in your stomach. Holding eye contact with him, you allowed him to help you out of bed. He promptly handed you your robe, and you couldn’t help but watch as he began to put on his own. Your eyes raked down his body, studying his skin, his torso, his chest, his hips. Your arms folded over your chest to hold the clothing in place, you quickly removed yourself from set and disappeared for the rest of the day.

It would be hours before you got over the feeling. The intensity, the passion, and the pure embarrassment of allowing to let yourself get carried away. It was silly to think a man, of Matthew’s status and age, would find a way to express any sexual attraction towards you. It was wildly unprofessional of you, not to mention completely inappropriate considering the 18 year age gap. But, fuck, you couldn’t help but think about it.

After a substantial amount of time locked away in your dressing room, you finally gathered the courage to head out and head home. You kept your head down as you went to exit the set, eyes trained on your feet. Headphones in, you weren’t sure someone had called your name, but you still stopped in your tracks. When you turned around, one earbud in your hand, you saw Matthew, racing over to you. 

“Hey,” he smiled. “You going home?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “Tired.”

“Aw, man,” he sighed. “I was hoping we could, uh, run some lines together? Prepare for tomorrow’s shoot? But if you’re tired, then—“

“I’m not tired,” you interrupted him. The words flowed from your mouth before you could catch them. “We can run lines. That’s-that’s cool.” 

He gave you a soft smile, his eyes peering into yours. “Awesome. My trailer?” 

You gave him a speechless nod, still attempting to catch your breath at the sight of him. You followed him into his dressing room, with him opening the door for you to grant you entrance. You stepped in shyly, and set your bag down on the couch. 

“Nice place you got here,” you said.

He closed the door behind himself and laughed, “Thank you.”

You dug your script out of your purse and sat down beside the accessory, flipping through the pages awkwardly. “So, what scenes did you want to rehearse?”

“How about,” he whispered, holding his own script in his hands. “Our second love scene?” 

You cut your eyes up at him, your breath caught in your throat, “You teasing me?” You pouted.

“Teasing you about what?” He smirked. 

You shyly shook your head, and looked down at your toes as he took a seat beside you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Matthew’s eyes went wide, the shock of yours words having him taken aback. “Uncomfortable? [y/n],” he chuckled under his breath. “You made me...the complete opposite of uncomfortable. I might have been, um, a little too comfortable. It’s a sex scene. It happens.” 

“What do you do...um, when-when it does happen?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, but you could see he was smiling. 

“Just rehearse,” he shrugged. “Get aquatinted with the other until you fall into your own groove.”

“Wow,” you looked up at him, a sly smile on your face. “So much wisdom.”

“Is that a jab at my age, kid?” He gasped, trying to keep from laughing. “Because I gotta tell you, that hurts.”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “So, let’s get aquatinted then. Um, page 67?” You asked, pinning the paper in your script. 

He nodded, “Yep. So, again, we have to improvise the scene. The initiation, the tension, the act itself.”

“Right. So...how should we start?”

“Hm...” he hummed. “Can you start reading your lines? We can do some quick improv.”

You shrugged, “Sure.” 

You set your script down and began to recite the words from memory, staring at the space across from you as directed, and putting on a somber face. “I don’t know why you came here,” you murmured, presenting a voice on the verge of breaking. “You want to sit here and pretend to care about me, when we both know that’s not the case—“

Matthew watched you for a long time before he started kissing your neck, “I wanted to see you,” he breathed against your skin. “I had to see you.”

You draw in a shaky breath, feeling Matthew’s hand on your leg. “Had to see me? See me? You-you haven’t called me since...since....” You trailed off, Matthew’s lips now tracing your jaw with soft kisses. His mouth felt nice. Like it was meant to be on your body. 

“You okay, [y/n]?” Matthew whispered in your ear. By now, your bodies were pressed together, your shoulder leaning into his chest as his hand moved to your inner thigh. 

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m fine.” 

“You don’t get touched often, do you?” He asked. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, and only shook your head no in response. 

“How?” He kissed your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ve never...” You licked your lips. “Never...never, um...”

He pulled away from you instantly, his eyes concentrated on your face. “You’re a virgin?” 

You looked away as you nodded. “And please don’t give me the whole ‘22-year-old-virgin’ speech. I know it’s lame.” 

“Hey, look at me,” He pressed his fingertips into your chin and lifted your head up. “It’s not lame. Not at all.” 

“However,” you spoke quickly. “I’m-I’m not entirely attached to this virginity. I’ve been meaning to get rid of it, actually.”

He looked at you for a moment, and scoffed, “[y/n]...”

“What?” You whined, turning to face him. “Did you not see me earlier? I’m a complete mess for you.” 

“I don’t want you to regret this. I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable or anything like that. And I don’t want you to regret choosing me.”

You stood to your feet, calmly positioning yourself in front of him. You pulled your shirt over your head and dropped it to the floor, your bra following. You began massaging your breast as he watched. “I could kind of tell...that maybe, you liked these.” 

He bit his lip, “Fuck, [y/n].”

You boldly straddled his lap, pressing your boobs into his chest. “I...I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

“You...have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he whispered. “At all.”

You placed a sweet kiss to his lips, “Show me. Please?” 

So, he did. He kissed you, fiercely, and had you laid out on the couch in seconds. He expertly removed your shorts and panties, tossing them to the other side of the room. His enjoyed the view of your body as he kneeled down between your legs. “You’re so beautiful,” he told you. “And so lucky.”

“Lucky?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. His finger presses against your clit and rubbed you in small circles. “Because I’m taking it easy on you tonight.”

You gulped, and started pant at the small touch. You watched him as he leaned down and kissed your labia. “You’re already so wet,” he commented. He drew a finger over your slit, “Here, see?” He placed the covered fingers against your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth to suck on it. 

“Good girl,” he purred. “Perfect.”

He dove his head in and ate you out. There's something about the way Matthew does it. Like he's starving. Like he's dying and you’re the cure. Like he's in the desert and you’re the only drink of water. He devours you. Completely buries his face and presses his tongue down with so much force, it sends chills up your spine. His hands are tight on your thighs as his tongue encircles one spot on your clit, the one he knows drives you wild.

Embarassingly quickly, your orgasm built in your stomach. When you first noticed it, you began to pull at Matthew’s hair. Push his head away, clench your thighs together. But he only responded by swatting your hands away, putting one hand around both your wrists and the other on your breast. 

“M-Matthew,” you whimpered. “Ah, fuck, I—“

He looked up at you, his eyes peering into your soul from under his eyelashes. He sped up the velocity of his tongue, the muscle applying immense pressure to your bundle of nerves. 

“Mm,” you whined, attempting to pull your hands from his grasp - no success. “Please, please, please.”

You tried so hard. So hard. But it was good, and it was Matthew, and you came. His name falling off of your lips and your chest heaving up and down. He rolls his tongue along your slit, the stickiness covering his mouth. He stared up at you, hungrily, “So, so lucky.” He whispered.

Matthew pulled a condom from his pocket, and hovered over you as he pulled his pants down to his thighs and released his cock. You licked your lips, to which he gave you a knowing smile. Condom on, he sat beside you on the couch, “Ride me.” He commanded.

“What?” You murmured. “I-I don’t know how to do that.”

He chuckled, “I’ve got you, just come sit on my dick.” 

How can you say no to that? You sat up and straddled his lap once again, body shaking with anxiety. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

You nodded, holding yourself up on his shoulders. His hands guided your hips as you slowly, very slowly, sunk down onto his cock, the length and girth filling you up. You let out a vulnerable whine, biting onto your lip. 

“Stay with me, babygirl,” he said. “You’re doing so good.”

With his erection fully buried inside your, you fell against his body, sitting completely still. He asked if you were okay again, and you replied by sitting up, looking him in the eye and saying a quiet, “Yes.”

“Okay,” he whispered. His hands gripped onto your ass, waiting to guide you. “So, you’re just gonna raise your hips up, like this,” he pushed your thighs up, his cock pulling out of you about halfway. “And then you’re gonna come back down.” He relaxed his arms, allowing you to take his length back inside of you. 

Immediately adjusting to the movement, you started to bounce on him, slowly, awkwardly, and he loved it. 

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned, leaning back to watch you. “Fuck yeah. There you go, baby. You got it.”

You smiled at the encouragement and absentmindedly started to rock your hips faster, the sensation of his dick sending you into a trance. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he swore. “Your pussy is so, so fucking good. Give it to me, beautiful, give it all to me. I want it.”

That’s when you lost yourself. You supported yourself by placing your palms on his chest and continued to ride him, quickly, eagerly. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead and you couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping. You’d been touched by other guys, kissed by other guys, eaten out by other guys. But it wasn’t like this. Nothing was ever like this. 

"Look at me," he said. "Look at me."

There's a hint of pleading in his voice, but just enough power to compel you to open your eyes. 

“Let me pound you,” he requested. “Hm? Let me make you come on my dick, huh?” 

And before you could fully nod, he stilled your hips, grasping them in his hands and angled himself before slamming into you. You threw your head back and let out a guttural moan. Shivers racked your body as his hips picked up this new momentum, fucking you so hard and so fast that the couch wobbled. 

“Ah! A-Ah!” You cried out.

“C’mon, [y/n], you can take it. Say you can take it.”

“I-“ you stuttered. “I can take it. I can take it.”

“Mhm, yes, you can.”

Staring into Matthew's eyes while he's pounding into you is a religious experience. When you open your eyes and make that first bit of contact, his jaw drops and this strangled moan came out. 

"Is this good?"

"Yes."

"Tell me it's good."

"H--huh—fu--it's good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How good?"

"So good."

"Say it again."

"S--so good."

It is. It's so good. He buried his face in your neck, making the loudest groans possible against your skin. And you felt his tongue licking from the base of your neck to the edge of your jaw, slimy and icky and drool dripping down your skin. So dirty, so disgusting, Jesus christ. He knows the spot. The one right on your jaw line that sends you over the edge. And he sucks on it endlessly while one hand begins to play with your boob, teasing the nipple between his fingers. Then there’s his tongue again, making it's way to your ear. 

"Say my name."

"Oh, my G--god."

"Say it." And he nibbled on your ear. Your eyes rolled back. "Who's fucking you?"

"M-M-Matthew." 

"Who?"

"M--fuck-Matthew."

He found your clit, such ease, such speed. He presses his middle finger down, the pressure alone making you squeeze his bicep with all your strength. You squeaked, you gasped, you trembled, you tensed up. "Fu-ck."

And he rubbed in circles, quick, hard. Hard. 

"A-ah. Fuck. M—Matthew, please." There were tears in your eyes. Literal tears. He looked at you and wiped them away, not breaking the gaze for a second.

"Oh, baby, you're so close."

You nodded.

"Your legs are so tense, you can b-barely hold your eyes open, your pussy's so tight, fuck." 

You were so, so close. 

"Am I right?" 

"Yes."

"About what?"

"I'm gon-Ah! I'm gonna come."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then do it." And his hand moved at super sonic speed, the motion of his fingers moving at almost the same tempo as his hips.

That did it. The curve, the fingers, the way he looks at you. You threw your head back. You came. It was good. It was long. His hands. Your throat. Fuck.

“Oh, come on, baby,” he cooes. His hand smacked your face, lightly, just forceful enough to pull you from your daze. “Don’t wear out on me now. That was only number two. I know that’s not all you’ve got.”

“Matthew,” you whimpered.

“Hm?” His hips have slowed to this sweet, tempered rhythm, the tip of his tongue pressed against your bottom lip. The steady pumps send shivers through your spine. “Do you want to stop, baby?” 

You dug your nails into his shoulders, your eyes soft and pouty, misted with tears. 

“[y/n],” he calls. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you shook your head. Quickly, harshly, your face flushed and your body quivering. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Can you give me one more? Just one more, baby.” 

“Matthew, I can’t,” you whine. “I can’t, I can’t come again.”

“Yes, you can, you can give me a third one. Watch,” His thumbs locates your clit once again, the mere touch drawing a shaky moan from your lips. “One more, baby. That’s all I want. Just one more. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, weakly, holding his face in your hands. 

He's real good about making sure you come again. But when you do, after you ride it out, it's all about him and you’re all for it. He grabs you  by the throat and watches you tremble, sticking his thumb into your mouth. 

"Fuck. Fuck!" he moans. "Mm, am I being too rough?"

Rough? Yes. You could feel him in your chest he's pounding you so hard. It's sloppy and uncoordinated and you feel like you could come again in seconds with the amount of force he's using. 

"No. Keep going." You begged. 

"Fuck." His voice, so dark, so deep. 

He grips onto your throat harder and leans in. "Where do you want it?"

This man is so hot.

You do nothing but stick your tongue out, exposing your throat. He laughed and nodded, biting his lip as he pushes into you harder and harder. 

The transition from your pussy to your mouth was quick. The second he was down your throat, he came and he held onto your hair while he did. He tensed up, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back. "Agh! Uh! H-huh! Fuck. Fuck."

What calms you down, after the waves and waves and waves of intensity, is the sound of Matthew’s heartbeat. You end up with your ear pressed to his chest as you two bundle up on the couch, your fingertips tracing his sweaty skin. 

He kissed your forehead, “You okay?”

“Thought you said you were taking it easy on me tonight.” You giggled. 

“Oh baby,” he huffed. “That was easy.”

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[btxtreads]

Stuck on You

CHAPTER TWELVE: NOT A LOVE SONG

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 1.8k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: fluff, soobin is an annoying little shit.... anNOYINGLY CUTE

With sweaty palms and a determined mind, Y/N stomped across the lacrosse field. Her eyes actively seeked for the tall bown-eyed bown with the messy black hair often frolicking around the field with his lacrosse stick.

Her eyes landed on Soobin, whose hands were slung around a younger boy she recognized as someone named Hueningkai. His eyes crinkled as he snorted with laughter at something the younger said, unaware of the approaching girl.

“Hyung, I think someone’s here to see you.” Another younger boy, Taehyun, said to Soobin as she approached.

Soobin’s head perked up, a smile on his face as he swiveled around to greet the girl.

“Hey!” He cheered as the girl slowed to a stop in front of her. “What’s up?”

The girl hesitated as Soobin continues to smile, patiently waiting for her to speak.

“I—I changed my mind.” Y/N mumbled. “About the thing you said a few days ago.”

Taehyun immediately groaned, throwing his hands up in exasperation as Hueningkai muffled his laughter. Soobin only grinned, tilting his head.

“What about it?” Soobin asked, smirking as he fiddled with the net on his lacrosse stick with a hum.

Y/N smiled irritably at the boy’s nonchalant act before sighing as the boy looked over at her once more.

“Let’s date, Soobin.”

Soobin didn’t reply. He only giggled once more, lips upturned as he passed his lacross stick to Hueningkai. He took two bold steps forward before he grasped Y/N’s hips and pulled her flush against him.

“Okay,” Soobin said before closing his eyes, leaning down and crashing his lips roughly against hers.

Y/N’s hands reached up to course through his hair as she responds to his kiss, head tilting to the side as he deepens the kiss even more—grip loosening on her waist and traveling to her hips as they pulled away.

Y/N burned bright red as she lowered her hands from his hair to rest on his shoulders. Equally as red-faced, Soobin shot her a grin as he fiddled with the belt-loops on her pants.

“You’re a nice kisser.” Soobin said softly, making Y/N sputter out.

“Thank you, you too.” she squeaked as she slowly pulled away. “Haha, I gotta get to class.”

Taehyun, who was watching the whole scene with Hueningkai a few feet away, spoke up.

“Y/N, class does not start for 2 hours.” Taehyun raised an eyebrow making Y/N blush redder.

“Uh, I’m teaching.”

“You’re teaching?” Soobin asked, hands still on her hips.

“Look, that’s Yeonjun!” Y/N laughed awkwardly as a mop of pink hair appeared by the bleachers. “Bye!”

Soobin chuckled as Y/N shot off towards the pink-haired male, stumbling over her feet. Taehyun pocketed his hands, raising his eyebrows at Soobin. Hueningkai sighed and shoved the lacrosse stick back over onto the tall boy.

“You really did it, huh?” Taehyun snorted shaking his head as Soobin grinned.

“Isn’t my girlfriend so cute?”

On the lunch period of that very same day, Soobin found himself lounging on a picnic table under the shade of some trees on the school field. Sitting across him is Y/N, pulling out a sheet of paper.

“Okay, so let’s draft up some fake-dating ground rules.” Y/N nodded to herself as she searched her bag for a pen.

Soobin rolled his eyes with a grin, placing a pen on the table as he sipped on a jumbo cup of soda.

“Where’s Yeonjun hyung today?”

“He’s in detention with Hueningkai, they made their experiment explode again.” Y/N replied curtly, before picking up the pen.

“That happened to me once.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head as she repeated her previous words.

“Ground rules.”

“Why make some?” Soobin wondered. “That takes all the fun out of it.”

“God, I’m dating an idiot.” Y/N mumbled as she wrote CONTRACT on the paper.

“Hey, I’m pretty smart.” Soobin shrugged.

Y/N sighed, ignoring the boy as she thought of the first rule.

“No kissing.”

Soobin’s eyes widened comically, mouth forming into an immediate pout as he whined.

“Why not?”

“Look, Bin.” Y/N sighed, ignoring the way the boy brightened up at the nickname. “I’ve never actually had a relationship before other than Yeonjun—and it was a good relationship, okay? I just wanna keep all my memories of dating good.”

“I’ll treat you right, I swear.” Soobin pouted. “Quick question, did you guys have sex?”

Y/N stopped, raising her eyebrows at the boy.

“Why is this even a question?”

“You’re talking like a virgin.” Soobin shrugged, making the girl scoff.

“I’m not.”

“So, you did have sex?” Soobin tilted his head making Y/N groan.

“Why are you so curious about this?”

“Because we’re best friends and you’re fake girlfriend,” Soobin explained. “Best friends know about this stuff.”

“My best friend is Yeonjun—This is a business deal.” Y/N sighed.

Soobin gasped dramatically, hand on his chest as his face contorted into a deep frown. Y/N groaned internally as the boy turned his head over to the side, eyes casting off into the distance.

“It hurts.”

Y/N set the pen down, propping her head on her palm as she observed the theatrics of the tall boy. Soobin turned back to the girl with a smile, raising his eyebrow.

“What’s up?”

“You know, I always thought that you were the soft, shy boy.” Y/N said, smiling softly.

“What, are you falling in love with me?” Soobin teased, making the girl drop her smile with a sigh.

“Nevermind.” Y/N sighed, shaking her head and picking up the pen to write down the rule. “No kissing.”

“Non-negotiable?”

“Nope.” Y/N shook her head.

“But we’re dating?” Soobin asked. “How can we convince them we’re dating if I don’t kiss you?”

“Kiss my cheek or something,” Y/N shrugged. “Just not the lips. Also you can do something cute, hands in my pockets or something—Very Molly Ringwald.”

Soobin tilted his head.

“That’s so lame.”

“What?” the girl asked. “It’s a romcom classic? Sixteen Candles—John Hughes?” Y/N blinked at Soobin’s look of confusion. “Okay, rule 2. We watch Sixteen Candles.”

Soobin only shrugged, continuing to sip on his soda as Y/N continued onto the next rule.

“Rule 3—don’t tell anyone we aren’t really dating, except for Yeonjun—I already told them, and Taehyun and Kai suggested it, so.”

“First rule of fight club—don’t tell anyone about fight club.” Soobin nodded along, as if reciting a memorized line.

“What?”

Soobin blinked over at Y/N.

“Have you never…” At a shake of Y/N’s head, Soobin winced and grabbed the pen from her hold. “Rule 2 add-on. We have to watch Fight Club.”

Y/N chuuckled at Soobin’s sloppy writing, about to take the contract back when Soobin continued to the next rule.

“Number 4, you have to go to all the parties with me.” Y/N opened her mouth to protest but Soobin only shook his head. “Yeonjun-hyung goes all the time, and I won’t leave you, I promise.”

“Fine.” Y/N acquiesced with a pout. “But bring me to school everyday.”

“Only if you come to the lacrosse outing with me in a few months.” Soobin laughed.

“Isn’t that like the big team building that’s really just a 2-day party at a resort?” Y/N asked.

“Yep.”

“Nope.” Y/N shook her head, but gasped when she saw Soobin already jotting it down on the contract. “Hey!”

“Sorry, babe. Non-negotiable.” Soobin grinned as he returned the paper. “There, I’m good.”

Y/N sighed and took a quick glance at the final contract. With a small nod, she signed at the bottom.

“There, the deal is done.”

“You’’re making this sound illegal.” Soobin grinned in amusement as he signed the paper.

He propped his head on his palm and watched as Y/N filed it safely in her binder. Soobin, then, tugged off a thin bracelet on her wrist—something she always wore just for the heck of it—and sealed it around his wrist, much to her surprise.

“What’s this for?”

“A gift from a girlfriend,” he started, placing a soft kiss to her nose. “to her boyfriend.”

Y/N burned bright red as Soobin pulled away with an amused smile, making her sputter in her seat and touch her nose.

“Why did you do that?”

“Can’t a boyfriend kiss his girlfriend?” He laughed. “You said anywhere but the lips.”

Face still red, Y/N sighed.

“Fine, but don’t lose the bracelet. It’s kind of important.” Y/N said, packing up her bag.

“I won’t trust me.” Soobin said before standing up and slinging an arm around her waist. “Now come on, I’ll bring you to your next class.”

The next day, Soobin and Y/N walked side by side with smiles on their faces as they entered the cafeteria—Soobin’s hands wrapped tightly around her waist. Soobin tugged the girl closer to him, a grin on his face as he placed a kiss on her temple.

Face red, Y/N ignored the jealous glares from girls and curious glances from boys their way. Her face burned redder when she felt Soobin’s hand slide down her waist, to her hips and settle inside the back-pocket of her jeans. With another grin, he lowered his lips to her ear with a smile.

“Am I doing it right, babe?”

Y/N cracked a small smile.

“Is there really a right or wrong in this situation, Bin?”

Soobin chuckles before pulling his hand from her pocket, twirling her around to face him—wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his forehead on ehrs.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Y/N giggled, cupping his face in her hands. “This is cheesy.”

“I know, right?” Soobin chuckled back, reaching to his jacket pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper and tucking it inside her pocket.

“What was that?”

“Some lyrics I found in the internet. Thought it was pretty cute.”

“A love letter, huh?” Y/N tilted her head. “What’s this for?”

“Don’t know, but it’s cute.” Soobin grinned, placing a kiss on her forehead. “See you, then.”

“See you.” Y/N giggled, waving goodbye as Soobin winked at her, walking backwards until Taehyun and Kai finally arrived to drag him away.

“Well, that was something.” Yeonjun smirked as he appeared, arm leaning on Y/N’s head.

“Fuck off, Choi.” Y/N sighed as Yeonjun pulled her away—willing herself not to think about Soobin’s letter.

Against her will, she pulled it out slightly and peeked at the words.

You’re always on my mind, I think about you all the time.

With a small smile, she shoved it back in her pocket and willed it out of her mind.

Not a love song. Definitely not a love song.

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[everybodyscupoftea]

april fools

pike jj x reader ft. cody and tyler

the boys do their best to prank you

happy april fools folks. consider this my prank :)

warnings: cursing, not edited, video game violence (?)

You knew it was going to be a weird one when you woke up after JJ the morning of April 1. Admittedly you forgot, barely keeping up with the dates anymore with your senior year winding down, so when you checked your phone and saw a text from your sister about a pregnancy scare, you figured it out.

Before getting out of bed, you sent back, a pregnancy scare before 9 a.m.? amateur hour

JJ was moving around in the kitchen, so you sat up, shivering when the blanket was gone and the AC hit your bare arms. You walked to the closet for a sweatshirt and froze when the door opened, all your clothes gone.

Blinking a few times as if they’d appear, your jaw dropped. Obviously JJ had done it, but how long had he been awake to completely clear it out without you waking up? Where the hell had he put it all?

“JJ,” you called out.

All movement in the kitchen stopped as he yelled back, “What’s up?”

“Where are my clothes?”

It sounded like he was fighting a smile, “What?”

“My clothes, where did you put them?”

Your lips twitched, fighting a smile, when he appeared in the doorway, visibly pleased with himself. He played innocent, “Whatever do you mean?”

“All of my clothes are gone.”

JJ hummed, “You sure?”

Stepping aside, you dramatically waved your arm at the empty closet to get his attention, “I’m positive.”

“Emperor’s new clothes type beat,” he replied, ignoring the empty closet completely as he turned on his heel and went back to the kitchen. Before he was fully out of your vision, he called over his shoulder, “Hungry?”

You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate, “Yeah, I could go for food.”

To your surprise, he actually cooked for the two of you, sliding a steaming mug of coffee across the counter before he went back to whatever he’d been doing when you interrupted him. After a few seconds, you walked away and grabbed one of the blankets draped over the couch to wrap around yourself to block out the strong AC blowing through the living room.

“Cold?” JJ asked when he looked back at you.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, “I wanted a sweatshirt.”

“I’m sure there’s one in your closet.”

You snorted, “You are so lame. This prank is so dumb.”

“Not a prank. Why would I prank you?”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, “I’ll get you back, Maybank.”

“I just don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answered, passing a plate of eggs and toast to you. 

The two of you ate mostly in silence, your head leaning on his shoulder, when he sat down on the stool next to yours. It was comfortable, and you felt your eyes shutting again, not originally planning to wake up as early as you did. 

“Tired?” he asked quietly.

You hummed, gripping onto his shirt after another lazy bite, “Little bit.”

“Why’d you get up?”

“Thought it was later than it was ‘cause you were gone.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“S’okay.”

“Wanna take a nap?” he asked, shifting slightly to make his shoulder more accessible to you.

You exhaled heavily, “Nah, I should wake up, I’ll be okay.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

He reached across his body to tap your nose gently, “We could get dressed and go for a walk.”

Thinking for a few seconds, you nodded, “Yeah, let’s do that. I need clothes though.”

“I’ll grab you some,” he reassured.

You grinned victoriously as he walked over to your roommate’s closed door. She’d stayed the night at her boyfriend’s and had clearly given him a key to her room to store your clothes in for the day.

“You gave that up much quicker than I thought,” you gloated.

“Yeah, well, it was a pretty dumb prank.”

With a head shake, you rested your chin in your hand, “No, I liked it. It was very you.”

He smiled, “I knew you’d like it. Cody said you wouldn’t, but I knew.”

“I’d hope you know me better.”

“I’m going to text him and tell him you said that.”

You snorted and shook your head, amused at his antics. He was ridiculous, but you loved him.

-

Cody texted you at 1:30 exactly that he was there to pick you up, and you grabbed your booksack before heading down to his car. The two of you had made plans to work on homework at the library together.

He was parked next to your car, right outside the entrance to your building, and you smiled, tugging the passenger door open, only to pause when Tyler was sitting in the driver’s seat, not Cody.

“Um, hey,” you greeted, confused, and looked down at your phone to double check that it had, in fact, been Cody that texted you.

“What’s up,” Tyler returned, turning the music down slightly as you hesitantly got in the car, buckling up.

He drove toward the library without explanation, so you finally asked, “So, where’s Cody?”

“Who?”

“Okay,” you trailed off, more confused, “why aren’t you driving your car?”

Tyler shrugged, “Didn’t feel like it.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you spoke slowly, trying to work it out, “Did we have plans today?”

“Library to study,” Tyler answered as you thought he would, so you checked your phone again, scrolling through you and Cody’s texts.

“Yeah, I made those plans with Cody.”

“No you didn’t. I don’t even know who that is,” he rebutted, unconcerned.

“I have the text right here.”

Tyler snorted, “It’s easy to fake texts.”

You knew what was going on, especially after JJ’s “prank” so you shrugged, leaning back into the seat, trying your best to figure it out. After a few minutes of thinking, you sighed, “Okay, I don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“What’s the point of this one? You aren’t pretending to be Cody, so what’s the point?”

“The point of what? Aren’t we going to study? Plus, I don’t even know a Cody, and I certainly don’t want to pretend to be one.”

“I don’t,” you rubbed your forehead, “okay.”

He found a parking spot near the library entrance and got out, grabbing his booksack from the back seat, all while you sat still, mind still whirling. Tyler raised his eyebrows, “You coming? I wanna fit a bunch in before we leave for dinner.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’re getting burritos,” Tyler answered, sounding excited. It confused you again, Cody being the bigger burrito fan out of the two of them.

You relented, “Okay, sounds great.”

The library was fairly empty, and he found an empty study room with a whiteboard for the two of you to sit. He took immediate control of the markers and started working through something in one of his programming classes.

He wrote silently, the only sounds in the room were your typing and his squeaking when he pressed a little too hard on the marker. It was comforting, and you fell into the reading you were doing for your sales class.

It wasn’t until your stomach started to growl that you stopped, slamming your laptop shut while your eyes swam a bit from all the reading you’d done. Tyler capped his marker and spun around to look at you.

“Hungry?”

“Very.”

He nodded, “Same, let’s go get food.”

You were packing up before he finished talking, and Tyler laughed. He took his time, messing with you, and you sighed, “Ty, can you please go faster?”

“Who?”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, “are you actually pretending to be Cody?”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, then who are you?”

“JJ’s my name,” he answered confidently.

“Right,” you bit the inside of your cheek, “now I’m really confused.”

“Confused about what?”

“I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“We’re getting burritos,” he answered, tone in his words that sounded very close to an unspoken ‘duh’ and you bristled at his defensiveness, far too tired to figure it out what the hell he was doing.

“The three of you are being weird.”

Tyler squinted at you, confused, and you rolled your eyes. If anything you could get a free burrito out of it which would absolutely make up for all the confusion they were putting you through that day.

-

Tyler brought you to the house instead of back to your apartment, and you shrugged, unbothered. JJ’s car was there, so you could just go chill in his room if nothing else. When you got inside, the smell of chocolate smacked you in the face, and you knew Cody had been baking.

You followed as Tyler beelined to the kitchen, an eager look on his face. Cody was standing there, apron wrapped around his waist with a closed container in front of him, likely containing the dessert you were smelling.

He waved, “Hey guys! Want a brownie?”

“God yes,” Tyler groaned.

Cody’s lips twitched and you steeled yourself for disappointment, already reading the look in his eyes. He waved you over and opened the container slightly for both of you to reach in and take one. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, maybe for him to have altered the taste, but you weren’t expecting to feel nothing. Confused, you reached around until you hit the bottom of the container, feeling something sliding under your fingers.

“What the hell?” Tyler muttered, clearly feeling what you were.

Cody was shaking, trying to hold in his laughter as you took hold of whatever it was and pulled your hand out. You groaned when you looked at the paper. Tyler looked over and took in the cut out of the letter E, sloppily colored brown in colored pencil.

“I hate you so goddamn much,” Tyler pouted.

“Do you have some in the oven or something?” you asked, not giving up hope just yet.

He smirked, “You are smelling a candle my friends.”

“Fuck you,” Tyler muttered, stomping off to his room.

You laughed at his response and reached out to knock Cody’s shoulder, “That’s the best one today, bud.”

“Yes!” he cheered, “I knew I could do it!”

His words reminded you of JJ’s from earlier that day, and you rolled your eyes, realizing what they’d done.

“Did the three of you really have a competition to see who could prank me best?”

Cody nodded eagerly, “We absolutely did, and you just won me $100.” 

“Oh my god,” you muttered, “I hate you all. I’ve been so confused all day.”

“I told them, you just gotta keep it simple,” he informed you.

You bit your lip, “I won’t ask for a cut of your winnings if you actually make me brownies.”

“Oh, deal,” he responded, immediately jumping into action.

With a smile, you pinched his cheek, “Thanks, bestie. I’m going to find JJ, text me when they’re done.”

-

JJ was sitting at the foot of his bed, playing a video game, when you walked into his room. He smiled and tilted his head up, asking for a kiss, and you gave him one, dropping down next to him afterward.

“Hey,” he whispered, setting his controller down.

“Hey,” you answered, “I think you owe Cody $50.”

His face dropped, “God damnit.”

“Sorry, bud.”

“It’s alright,” he sighed, “his prank was pretty good. He got me too.”

“I’ll give you one of my consolation brownies.”

JJ perked up immediately as the round of his game finished, “Fuck yes.”

Before you could respond, he turned away, waiting for the next one to start, and you settled down next to him, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees to watch.

“What is this?”

“Valorant.”

“You don’t play this one very often.”

He bit his lip, concentrating, and answered distractedly, “Yeah, I just started like two months ago.”

When he died, he sighed, grip tightening around the controller in frustration, and you squeezed his shoulder, “Looks complicated.”

“It’s not so bad,” he admitted, “but I’m playing a different character than usual.”

“You playing with randoms?”

“Nah, some of the brothers,” JJ told you before perking up, “wait, do you wanna prank them?”

Leaning back, you weren’t sure what the fuck he was suggesting, “Um, maybe?”

“Play in my place for the rest of the game. I’m about to de-rank anyway because they suck.”

“Show me,” you answered, actually excited. He muted and explained the controls and the role to you while playing through a round to show you. As soon as it ended, another team loss, he passed over his headset and the controller.

“Should I unmute?” you asked him as the buy period ended.

“Up to you,” he answered, almost getting drowned out by one of the brothers barking orders. You bit your lip and decided to try a round on mute first before doing anything else. It went better than you thought, you even managed to get a kill, and JJ was impressed.

“Okay, definitely unmute and just pretend like nothing is different.”

You laughed and hit the button on his discord voice chat, unmuting yourself. One of the brothers asked JJ a question, and you answered, buying him the gun he asked for. The boys went silent, and you didn’t say anything else as the round started.

“Right,” one of them trailed off, “I’m going A. Maybank go B like last time, it worked.”

You played another round, winning again, and they started to get more excited. No one asked what was going on, and they kept calling you Maybank, screaming when they finally managed to tie it up at 10. 

JJ was cheering too, clutching onto your thigh tightly as you leaned forward, focused, tongue sticking out slightly. It started to feel more natural, you getting the hang of it, and you even managed to win a 1v1, putting your team up 11-10.

“Oh my fuck, I might not de-rank,” JJ hissed, voice cracking in his excitement.

“Shush,” you whispered back, “I’m focusing.”

“Right,” he backed away, hands up, “sorry, carry on.”

The next few rounds were intense, going back and forth until you finally clutched it out, killing the last two guys on the other team to finally win the game.

“YES!” one of the guys screamed into his headset, “Fucking awesome, Maybank...or whoever you are!”

“Holy shit!” JJ yelped next to you, yanking you into a tight hug. You laughed, tossing the remote to the side and left the Discord call so he could kiss you. When he pulled away, he beamed, “Wow, you’re so much cooler than me.”

���I know,” you teased, squeezing his shoulder.

“Now that was the best prank,” he said, “I’m giving you $50 for that.”

“No need, just let me know when you’re about to de-rank again and I’ll save your ass.”

JJ laughed, head tossed back, “Will do, sweetheart. Will do.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fic #frat!jj #pike!jj #cody and tyler #outer banks #outer banks fic

[anunvalidcritic]

The Boys: SN2.5

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

I just finished a documentary on Netflix but as soon as I saw the time I knew I had to come here and do my job for the people!

                                      WE GOTTA GO NOW 

(Photo Credit: @01091006)

Watching the recap makes me want to believe in the relationship of BECCA and BUTCHER

Anyways, this movie introduction is LAME!!!!!!!!!!

“Yeah, so what is that?” - RUBY

I bet you a dollar she’s gonna says she’s a lesbian. 

CALLED IT

I honestly just want to hear the director say cut at this point...

I see the supes are still fuckin’ up impoverished areas.... good to know...

“So, what, they’re all starving but one of them’s got a fucking cell phone?” - HOMELANDER

bro ASHLEY should not have a job where she’s fucking scared all the time. Hope she doesn’t meet her demise by dying in this series. 

I get that BUTCHER wants to release his angry but that definitely wasn’t the way to go my dude. 

“LIBERTY, that supe that RAYNOR was looking into turns out it’s STORMFRONT. Vought changed her name, they’ve been moving her around like a fucking Catholic priest.” - HUGHIE

wtf did he mean by canary. Did he mean it as way of him being able to sense danger or something??

ICONIC DIALOGUE

“What are you watching” - HUGHIE

“A show called Eat My Dick.“ - MOTHER’s MILK

is KIMIKO about to set something on fire?? FRENCHIE stay on that ass 

TERROR’s back!!

I wish my mom’s do was that obedient. 

What a fake relationship.... lol the way he shook his head when he said “french toast”

Ik this mf isn’t dragging the musical Hamilton just because the lead actor wasn’t a white man?????

Bros/Bruhs Dear Evan Hansen is a really good musical. If you don’t like hearing all the singing I get it but it has a strong message of what kids these are going through and what they’re willing to go through just for a little bit of notoriety. 

“Bitch ain’t right in the head.” - RUSSIAN GUY 1

you got that right!!!!

BRO SHE DIDN’T HAVE TO DO ALL OF THAT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!

I like how he kept shooting her in the same spot and didn’t even try to go for the head. 

“Merde.” - FRENCHIE

ICONIC DIALOGUE

“No, we... we came ‘cause we’re worried.” - HUGHIE

“Your cunt sense tingling, is it?” - BUTCHER

“Just so you know that’s TERROR’s girlfriend.” - AUNT JUDY

“What?” - HUGHIE

“His fuck pig.” - AUNT JUDY

Bro BLACK NOIR has no fucking chill whatsoever!

“Ma’am, do you have any nails, ball bearings, electrical wiring, pressurized aerosol products. I need a can about this big. *motions with hands the size* Really appreciate it.” - MOTHER’s MILK

dang, he has me really thinking if I have any of those things in my house smh Lol

oh fuck no not ANNIE’s MOM... send this bitch back home!

Ik this racist mf is not inserting herself into a conversation that she definitely has no right to be in???

“Why are you talking to a stranger about out relationship?” - ANNIE

FUCK A TEAMMATE

Sometimes you just gotta walk away from the bullshit and deal with it another day...

Bro it’s the screen writer who got his dick froze and broken off by a supe while having sex!!!!! And his friend EVAN!!! Some of the best screen writers in the game KMSL

“Guest spots on Queer Eye.” - SETH

My mom fucking loves that show

.... so is MAEVE bisexual and ELENA a lesbian or are they both bi?? 

“We’re gonna take that motherfucker down.” - MAEVE

BUTCHER really is about to commit suicide like that?!?!

Totally forgot about ROBIN he moved onto ANNIE so quickly

Well... BUTCHER kinda said what I was thinking

He better not knock the shit out this boy again LMAO

KIMIKO + CHERIE = BBDB (bad bitchies doing business)

“Que passe-t-il?” - FRENCHIE

Bro you just can’t name drop her brother like that... that wound has not healed yet. 

It’s the cussing in the church for me

I bet that old ass man was problem thinking “these goddamn millennials.“

Not another fucking motivational commercial

Yeah she got a problem that bitch is racist! You know if his heart wasn’t fucked up he could kill her right then in there. 

“Look, I know it’s not easy losing your job. Okay? When I got fired, I tindered my way through Barcelona. Everyone in that city ate my paella. Fucked a guy with elephantiasis. But I got through it and so will you.” - ASHLEY

I bet you anything she no longer has a WAP iykwim

Previous speedster = MR. MARATHON

VICTORIA don’t start lookin’ all scared now! As Megan Thee Stallion once said, “talk yo shit.”

BRO PLEASE TELL THIS IS SOMETHING HE’S THINKING ABOUT DOING AND NOT ACTUALLY DOING!!!!!!!!!!

Now he’s gonna go runnin’ to STORMFRONT after this little mental break down

ICEMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why is she speaking about LENNY in a past tense?? Is he dead?...nvm

it’s amazing how this dude can walk after going through all of that and ofc the goddamn dog gives them away!!

House is fucked up Ik the neighbors heard all of that ruckus. 

BLACK NOIR must be a lab rat because if anybody else had walked through that probably would’ve died. 

“You can’t. Roll the dice cunt.” - BUTCHER

I hope this woman has home insurance. 

Seeing this episode makes me want to be a movie set even more 

STARLIGHT GOTTA CHILL

I don’t see how someone can be so racist but use urban slang like “what’s up”???

Aerosmith’s - Dream On is a legendary classic

These ppl are going extra hard like woah there my dudes

WHAT THE HELL IS IN STROMFRONT’s DNA?!?!??!?!

________

I think it’s safe to say that today’s episode wasn’t as nearly weird as Episode 4. As usual a lot went down in this episode and I’m just gonna let all this information marinate in my brain. But I’ll never forget that everyone’s a critic when their opinion matters the least. Episode 6 will be next week.

#the boys #the boys season two #stormfront #queen maeve #frenchie #black noir #the female #the deep #mother’s milk #erin moriarty #anthony starr #jack quaid #karl urban #billy butcher #hughie campbell #homelander #annie january #jensen ackles #shawn ashmore #aya cash #dominique mcelligott #tomer capon #nathan mitchell #karen fukuhara #chace crawford #laz alonso #jessie t. usher #giancarlo esposito

[just-jordie-things]

Can’t Pretend - Richie Tozier

word count: 13,840 warnings: swearing, sexual themes summary: richie and (y/n) share a dirty little secret, and it’s starting to get in the way of her relationship.  but it shouldn’t if it was just a fling, right? based on this song (a/n): about to hit 5.4k so I thought I'd celebrate by posting this ol’ thing :) I really like it I hope y'all do too :3

___

[ love... i have wounds, only you can mend // i guess that’s love… i can’t pretend ]

It was a plain saturday for the Losers.  And by plain, I mean they were chilling in Bill’s bedroom, thankful that his parents were out of town for the weekend because that meant they could raid the liquor cabinet and be a bit louder than usual.

(y/n) was leaning against the mattress, sat on the floor, a beer bottle in hand and a smile on her face.  These were the best kinds of nights, where all they did was talk, and it was all they had to do.

Eddie smacks Richie on his shoulder, but nearly hits his face in his drunken stupor.  And when (y/n) laughs, her head leans a little more into Ben’s leg, which is hanging off the side of the bed where he sat.  She’s laughing loudly into the denim of his jeans, and the material does nothing to muffle the sound.

Everyone else is laughing too, though, so it doesn’t matter.

“Alright, so is anyone aware that in four months, we won’t see each other like this anymore?” Beverly asks, a frown on her face as she takes another drink.  “I mean, what, am I supposed to make new friends?”

“Yeah, good look with that, Ringwald” Richie snorts, and Bev just flips him off, the way she always does when he calls her that.

“We won’t be that far from each other” Ben says to her with a sweet smile.

“And it’s not like we won’t write, too,” Stan chimes in.  “Except you Richie, after we graduate, never fucking talk to me again-”

“Oh, I’ll send you love letters every day sweetie pie,” Richie says before Stan can even finish.  “Don’t you worry, it’ll be like I’m right there with you”

He sticks his tongue out and snickers, while Stan grumbles about needing a break.

(y/n) can’t help but giggle at both boys.  Partially because she gets very giggly when tipsy, and partially because they’re the two funniest people she knows.  Richie grins at her when he catches her laughing, only making her laugh more.

“How are w-we gonna do it?” Bill muses, not really looking for an answer, because there really isn’t one.

“We don’t,” (y/n) shrugs.  “We avoid it until… there’s not really any other option” 

“Dark” Ben mumbled.

“It’s true,” (y/n) argued.  “If we go through this year with the mindset that this is the end, then we’ll push each other away, it’s psychology”

Eddie nods because he was in her class and is pretty sure he remembers hearing that.

“So we just live our best year” He agrees with her.

She high fives him.

“Well you’re already on your way,” Beverly said, and stood up from where she sat next to Mike so she could plop down next to her best girl.  “What, with your fancy scholarship, and your boyfriend” She singsonged the word, and (y/n) wilted with embarrassment.

“Come on Bev-”

“Are you guys gonna stay together?” Stan asks, the gears in his head turning as soon as her boyfriend was mentioned.  “I mean it’s been like… five months, right?”

“Four and a half” (y/n) mumbled, pulling her knees to her chest.

She stares down at her drink, and then takes a long swig.  She had a feeling she’d need it.

Talking about her boyfriend when everyone was around was… awkward.  It was one thing if it was just her and Beverly, but to have all the boys’ eyes on her every time his name came up made her feel hot, like she was being interrogated.

“So you’re kinda serious,” Stan shrugged.  “How many times have you done it?”

She chokes, and coughs for a long moment before catching her breath.

“Stan you don’t get to-”

“Come on, just fess up,” Beverly giggles.  “We won’t make fun! Promise!”

(y/n’s) cheeks go hot, and she knows they’re pink and that she’ll only be picked on more for it.  She locks eyes with Richie, who winks at her, and now her face must be red.

“We- uh-” Her eyes dart away before she can choke and lose her train of thought again.  “We actually um… haven’t… done… that” She says slowly, and with every reluctant word her voice gets softer.

“What?” Eddie screeches.

“No way,” Stan is laughing in disbelief.  “Come on, just give up the number.  What, ten? Fifteen? Twenty-?!”

(y/n’s) eyes are narrowed at him, silently yelling for him to fuck off.

“Really?” Beverly asks, just as shocked as the others.

Well, everyone was surprised.

“But he’s so…”

“Hot?” Eddie offers, only to get nudged in the ribs by the trashmouth next to him.

“I was going to say affectionate,” Beverly answers, staring skeptically at Richie.  “He’s always hanging all over you, how have you not hooked up?”

(y/n) shrugs her shoulders and stares down at her drink again.

“I dunno” She mumbles weakly.

“Has he tried-?”

“This is super awkward, can we be done?” She asked, voice still soft, embarrassed.

“I mean come on, don’t you want to f-”

“Can we stop fucking talking about this, before I’m forced to visualize his dick?” Richie cuts in, faking a gag.  “Oh, fuck, too late, thanks a lot you sluts”

Stan and Beverly are distracted by the comment and burst into laughter while Richie pretends to throw up.

After the conversation ends, and Ben starts talking about the colleges he’s deciding between, (y/n) glances over to her favorite glasses-wearing idiot.  He catches her gaze, and she mouths ‘thank you’.  He just smiles, before diving right back into conversation about why Ben should be an architect and not a poet.

A few beers later and they have to cut themselves off, because if they drink too much then Bill’s parents will notice and they’ll all get in trouble.  They shouldn’t be drinking anymore anyways, because everyone’s relatively tipsy, and with the general excitable mood among the group, drinking more would be a bad idea.

Everyone’s lying on their backs, staring at the ceiling and talking about nonsense.  What was once a serious conversation about their future has turned into a debate about what the most important thing to have when stranded on an island would be.

“A knife, definitely a knife” Mike argues.

“What? Fuck no, a gun” Stanley fights back, thus starting an argument about not having bullets because you can only choose one item.

“Flint? I guess? I don’t fuckin’ know” Beverly says sleepily.  She didn’t care much for this discussion when it started, and forty five minutes later, she still doesn’t.

“I’d bring an issue of Maxim, for sure.  Gotta keep busy you know-”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Eddie grumbles.  “I’d bring an epipen.  I’m allergic to everything on an island”

“Oh fuck off, you’re not allergic to sand” Richie smacks the boy on his arm for suggesting something so idiotic.

“I’d bring  one of my grandpa’s sheep,” Mike spoke after what seemed like forever of deliberation.  “It’d save his life and I’d have a companion”

“That’s sweet,” (y/n) cooed, smiling delightedly at the idea of Mike wanting a friend more than anything else.  “I’ll take a sheep too, please”

The two break out into laughter for a few minutes, uncontrollable, belly aching laughter.

“You can’t copy Mike, come up with your own!” Eddie scolded, offended that (y/n) tried to break the rules of their made up game.

“Alright, alright, let a girl think first…” (y/n) folded her arms over her head as she squinted, to help her thought process.  “Um… a book”

“A book?” Eddie laughed almost maniacally at her answer.  “Alright, just fuckin’ take a sheep from Mike, that was even worse”

“What? No it isn’t,” (y/n) argued.  “It’ll keep me occupied and entertained, and when it’s done I can read it over again”

“Lame” Eddie muttered.

She reached over to smack him, and sadly Bill got caught in the crossfire.

“You wouldn’t bring your lover?” Stan teased, and she almost hit him too.  “You’d pick a farm animal over your boyfriend?”

“I didn’t think of it like that” She said quietly.

“I don’t get you guys,” Stan says, and she sighs because the conversation has somehow drifted to him, again.  “I mean, it’s been four and a half months, and typically couples get it on for their one month.  But you’ve had four anniversaries and still haven’t-”

“Why are you so interested in my business, Stanley?” (y/n) asked, a bit more defensive than she needed to be.

He raises his hands and pulls an innocent face.

“I’m just worried about you!” He retorts.  “You’re the one in desperate need-”

“I’m not desperate for anything” She snaps.

“Yeah, Stan, she’s not a virgin, (y/n’s) gotten some before” Beverly makes an attempt to back (y/n) up, but it only makes her feel worse.

“What? But he’s her first boyfriend- oh my god, who was it?” Stan asks, way more interested in this topic now.

“Leave me alone” She rolls her eyes and shoves his shoulder.

“Oh god, it must be real embarrassing,” Eddie is giddy for the gossip now, sitting up to join in better.  “Who was it?”

“Cut it out” She says a bit louder, sharp eyes meeting Eddies, a silent threat in them.

“Who was it, Bev?” Eddie asked, deciding to go the source it came from.

But she shrugs her shoulders, and makes an ‘I don’t know’ sound.

“What do you m-mean you don’t kn-know?” Bill stammers out.

“She didn’t wanna tell me” Beverly answers, simple as that.

(y/n) covers her face with her hands.  She wishes she was more drunk than she was, because then maybe there was hope for recovering from this.  Or maybe even forgetting completely.

“Must be real embarrassing,” Richie teases.

She peeks at him through her fingers.

“Bowers?” He asks with a raised brow, and she barks out a laugh.

Everyone laughs then, at the mere idea of anyone hooking up with that nutcase.

“I promised I wouldn’t tell, okay?” She admits after the laughter has died and all attention is on her again.  “It’s private” She adds softer.

“Fine” Stan gives in, not wanting to make the girl anymore uncomfortable.

If they knew anything about (y/n), it was that she kept secrets and promises locked away forever.  She was the most trustworthy person any of them had ever met.  And she’d never break someone else’s trust either.

“But if you’ve done it before, why aren’t you, yaknow, still doing it?” Stan asks, and begins to giggle at his own words.  “I mean, if I had a hot girlfriend, I’d be doing it like… all the time”

“Pervert” (y/n) mumbles.

“Did you just call (y/n) hot?” Eddie asks, and everyone ooohs at his catch.

“Alright, alright! Calm down, of course I did!” Stan announces, and a blush takes over the girl’s face again.  But this time she’s not embarrassed, she’s flattered.  “It’s an observation, okay? Jesus”

She giggles, and leans over to kiss his cheek.

“You guys are so dumb,” She mumbles.  “I love you all so much”

“All I’m asking,” Stan declares, voice loud.  “Is why you’re avoiding it!”

“I’m not avoiding it” She argues, but she knows she’s failed because it’s such a blatant lie, and any sober mind would be able to see that.

Luckily, no one in this room is sober.

“Oh yeah?” Stan scoffs.  “Have you been home alone with him in the last four and a half months?”

“Yeah?” She asks, voice cracking slightly.

“And you didn’t screw him?”

“Watch it” Richie’s voice bites from where he lies a few feet away from them.  Stan pays it no mind, but Bev kicks his leg, and furrows her brow at him, wondering why he gave a fuck what Stan had to say.

The others were either asleep, or didn’t want to step in on the mini argument (y/n) and Stan were having.

Ben and Mike had passed out on the floor a few minutes ago.  And Eddie and Bill just sat and listened to the argument, wishing they could pass out.

“No, I- I didn’t,” (y/n) stammers.  “But so? I don’t want to rush it-”

“Liaaaar,” Stan singsongs.  “You don’t want to hook up with him”

“That’s not true!” She exclaims.  “We-. we’re actually hanging out at his place tuesday night,” She tells him matter of factly.  “Alone!”

“Ooh, good for you,” Stan retorts sarcastically.  “That doesn’t mean shit unless you actually take your pants off”

Her face scrunches up as her eyes narrow at him.  Now she’s angry, because he doesn’t believe her, and he’s not trying to.  So what if she’s lying through her teeth? He’s her friend and he should believe her.

“I’m tired” She announces suddenly, and forces herself to stand up.

She steals one of the few blankets on Bill’s bed that he’d prepared for everyone.  Her balance is a bit shaky as she wraps it around herself, and heads for the door.

“Goodnight” She calls, only once she’s left the room and is heading for the pullout bed in the living room sofa.

The room is silent for a few minutes after she’s left.

“Well fuck, you’re gonna have to apologize in the morning” Eddie mumbles, and San knows he’s talking to him.

“I didn’t think she’d get that pissed,” He replied guiltily.  “I was just messin’, I thought she’d just get embarrassed.  I don’t know what I did-”

“She doesn’t like talking about that stuff, dumbass,” Richie says.  “Shit makes her uncomfortable”

“Well I didn’t know that-” Stan starts to argue.

Beverly stops him before he can start any more drama tonight.

“Don’t worry about it, Stan, she’ll be alright,” She says, and then gets up to get a blanket as well.  “I’ll go talk to her to make sure she really is alright, goodnight”

The boys mumble a ‘goodnight’ back to her, and she descends the staircase to check on her friend, who’s laying facedown on the mattress.

“Oh, hon,” Bev laughs, and lays down next to her.  “Don’t be so upset with Stan, he was just being dumb-”

“I know” (y/n) mumbles into her pillow.

Beverly pulls the blanket she’s brought with her and drapes it over her back, so she won’t get cold while she’s pouting.

“Then what’s troubling you?”

Her words are a bit slurred, but the care is still there.

“I just… I don’t know.  I didn’t have to think about it before and now I can’t stop,” (y/n) admits with a sign.  “And maybe I’m upset because… he’s right.  Maybe I’m upset because he’s write and I wouldn’t admit it to myself, but I have been avoiding hooking up with him.  I mean, so much could go wrong and I just… don’t want to have a bunch of drama our senior year, yaknow? I want it to be smooth and easy.  And so far with him our relationship has been smooth and easy, but what if he’s wanted to do it this whole time and I keep dodging him and now he’s gonna break up with me?”

(y/n) lifts her head to turn to her redheaded friend for advice.

But Beverly is sound asleep, snoring softly against her pillow.

(y/n) can’t help but smile a bit, even though she really needed help sorting out her messy thoughts.  But she wasn’t going to bother Beverly by waking her up.

So she carefully crept off the squeaky pullout mattress, and went back upstairs.

Ben and Mike are still asleep on the floor, but someone’s thrown a couple blankets over them.

Stan is on Bill’s bed, facing the opposite direction as Bill, and they’ve both knocked off as well.

Maybe everyone else had more to drink than her, she thinks as she shuts the door to leave them be.  When she turns to head to the guest bedroom, she nearly runs into Eddie.

“Who are you looking for?” He asks right away.

He rubs his tired eyes, and she adores that he looks like a child when he does so.

“Um-”

“Richie’s in bed already,” Eddie says before she can answer.  “If you’re gonna prank him, you might want to wait a few minutes, so you know he’s in a deep enough sleep”

(y/n) chuckles at the unprompted advice, and nods her head.

“Alright... thanks” She says.

Eddie doesn’t say anything else as he pushes past her to go to sleep in Bill’s room.

“You aren’t gonna sleep in the guest room?” She asks with furrowed brows.

“Fuck no, Richie kicks and talks in his sleep.  I’d rather stay on the floor with those two” Eddie answers, and then gives her a small wave before shutting the bedroom door.

She takes a deep breath as she stands in front of the guest room’s door.  And then before she could stop herself, she opens the door, and shuts it quickly behind her as she steps inside.

Richie's laying in bed, arms wrapped around the pillow that his face is pressed into.  He mumbles a slurred ‘who is it?’ into the feathery cushion.  But he knows it’s her before she even answers.  Because as she sits on the side of the bed next to him, he can smell her perfume.

He squints up at her, having lost his glasses somewhere in Bill’s room, and wonders what she’s doing here.

“Surprise” She says weakly, and a slight smirk tugs on his lips.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asks, leaning his face back down into the comfort of the cool pillow.  He was already getting a headache from the four beers he had.  (He’d drank two of the three Eddie had gotten)

“Can we talk?” She asks in a voice so soft that she can only be referencing one thing.

Richie nods, and pats the space next to him with his palm.

She hesitates for just a moment, before giving in and laying down in the spot, grabbing a hold of the other pillow she mirrors Richie’s actions and hugs it under her head.

He doesn’t say anything, just lays there with his eyes closed in the dark and waits for her to go first.

“Was I….” She starts, but then bites her lip and shakes her head as she changes her mind.  “When we…”

“...hooked up?” He offers.

It’s so casual, so quiet, that her heart skips a beat, because she can’t believe he can just say it like that.  Speak their darkest, most carefully kept secret, out into the open like that.

“Yeah…” She mumbled back.  “Was I… I don’t know… good?”

He opens his eyes now, and his brows furrow as he sees her anxious expression.

They hadn’t talked about it since it had happened, which was their deal, but after her argument with Stan he figured she was going to sneak in here and talk to him.  He’s not sure why she looks so scared, though.

“Were you good?” He repeats her question, like he doesn’t understand it.

She nods her head.

“(y/n), of course you were good, you were you,” He chuckles, a genuine smile on his lips.  The compliment, if you could call it that, made her blush.  “He’ll be lucky to have you in his bed, alright?”

“Be honest with me,” She said.  “Don’t just say stuff to make me feel better”

“I’m not” Richie grumbles, laying back down again.

His head his swirling a bit, and with her laying so close to him, it wasn’t helping.

“Why haven’t you done it yet, anyways?” He asks her after it’s been silent for too long.

“I…” She tries and fails to answer the question.  But she’s her most honest self when she’s with Richie, and feels he deserves an explanation for her behavior tonight.  “... was scared” She finishes after a few minutes.

“You’re scared of sex?” He mumbles, and she shakes her head.

“No… just… with him”

“That makes no sense, (y/n/n)”

“I know” She whispers out, and her fingers draw patterns on the sheets.

“You think he’s gonna… hurt you?” Richie asks, because as soon as the thought crosses his mind, he has to ask.

“No, of course not,” She replies, and lifts up his blanket so she can shimmy under it and warm up a bit.  “Sometimes I feel like I just don’t know him” Her voice drops to a whisper again.

Her eyes are focused on his tee shirt, trying to figure out what band is advertised on it while Richie thinks.  He’s not sure what to tell her, because of course he doesn’t want to promote her hooking up with him.  But… the guy’s her boyfriend, so what’s he supposed to do?

“(y/n)....” He sighs, and subconsciously wraps an arm around her.  His hand tangles in her hair, massaging her scalp comfortingly.  “That’s not true, you’ve been together for a while now”

The logic is there, but she’s unconvinced.

“And besides,” He continues, and she looks up at him, meeting his kind eyes.  “When you’re ready, you’ll know,” He says, and he grins before poking her cheek and nose.  “But you already know that”

She giggles softly, swatting away his hand.

“I hate when you’re right, you know,” She says through a yawn.

Without thinking, she leaned her head into his chest.

“What if I don’t want to do it, though?” She asks.  “What if… what if I don’t like it?”

“You hurt my feelings when you talk like you’ve never done it before”

“No more jokes,” She whispers.  “I mean it”

“Then you tell him, and you stop,” Richie answers without missing a beat.  “That’s how it works… you know that, right?”

“S-sure,” She stammers out.  “But what if-”

“No, there’s no ‘what ifs’ about that one, (y/n/n),” He tells her seriously.  “I’m not fucking around, if you want to stop then you-”

“Don’t worry, Rich,” She hums.  “You don’t have to give me the consent talk, that’s not what I mean”

His brows furrow down at her, but she doesn’t see because her eyes are closed and her face is hidden in his shirt.  For a second he’s distracted and wonders if he should be holding her like this when she has a boyfriend.

“What… do you mean, then?”

“What if I’m not… um…” She trails off, clearly embarrassed.

“Come on, don’t hold out on me now” Richie chuckles teasingly.

“... attracted to him… sexually?” She speaks like she’s unsure of her words, and it takes everything in Richie not to laugh out loud.

“That’s not something I can fix, hon” He tells her, and she can tell he’s holding back a laugh.

She’s silent, and Richie hopes she hasn’t fallen asleep, because knows it wouldn’t be right to share a bed for the night.

“I mean you’ve… done other stuff, right?” He asks, and even that seems wrong.  He really shouldn’t even be talking to her about this, but it’s not his fault that he’s the only person she can talk to about this stuff.

(It’s maybe his fault that they slept together in the first place, but surely (y/n) can take some responsibility for that one)

“Not really” She says in a barely audible mumble.

“Not really?” He repeats, confused by the question.  “All you’ve done is-”

“We’ve made out a couple times,” She tells him before she overthinks it and starts to feel uncomfortable.  “That’s it”

“Clothes have never come off?” He asks with a chuckle he can’t contain.

(y/n) shakes her head.

“What the fuck is wrong with-”

“Richie…”

“-him?” He finished anyways, taking her by surprise that he wasn’t trying to bash on her.  “Look, (y/n/n), it’s your relationship, you do what you want to do.  But do you even see a future with him?”

She’s silent again.

And then she shuffles off the mattress, and heads for the door.

“(y/n),” Richie called with a sigh.  “It’s just a question”

She held the open door in her hand, and looked back at him.  He had a guilty but confused look on his face, and was propped up in ed, hoping she’d come back and finish talking.

“I’m tired, Richie,” She said softly.  “Goodnight”

He let out a sigh, regretting having been so forward and pushing her out of her comfort zone.  He hadn’t realized it when he’d asked, but he sure as hell could tell now.

“Goodnight” He said before she could shut the door behind her.

(y/n) was glad that Beverly was fast asleep on the pullout bed still, because all she did for the rest of the night is fuss to get comfortable, only to lay wide awake, overthinking.

Trying to figure out a future with her boyfriend in it. ___

[ oh feel our bodies grow, and our souls they play // yeah love i hope you know how much my heart depends ]

It was loud, it was so loud that the bass in the music playing was ringing in her ears, and making the liquid in her cup ripple.  But that might have just been because she was stumbling around so much, trying to find somewhere to chill out for a minute in this sea of bodies.

Richie Tozier’s hand was holding on tightly to hers, pulling her behind him, acting as a guide through the chaos.  But who was she kidding, he was the chaos.  It was his house party after all.

How he’d even invited this many people, (y/n) wasn’t sure.  It’s not like he knew everyone here, but word of mouth works fast in Derry, and a byob party that had half a dozen kegs and then some, not one student from their school missed it.

Even Stan was here… somewhere.  

It was a bit hopeless to go looking for people in this crowd.

Finally Richie had taken them outside.  There were still a couple dozen people hanging out in his backyard, but at least she could hear herself think, or take a step without bumping into someone.

“Thank god,” She huffed, pushing her hair out of her face and taking a drink.  “I thought I was gonna get trampled to death in there”

Richie chuckles, eyes shining as he watched her finally relax a bit.

“You would’ve made this party worth talking about if you had” He teases her.

“I think it already is,” She replies with a small and nervous laugh.  “The whole school’s here, Rich, I think people will be talking about it for a- who brought a kiddie pool?”

She cuts herself off as her eye catch a plastic pool, filled with eyes and the most beer she’s ever seen all at once.  They definitely hadn’t brought it, although she’s surprised that none of them had thought of it when planning for this party.

“Don’t know” Richie shrugs, and then wanders over to grab them two bottles.

They’d been drinking soda all night, not wanting to get shit faced so they could keep an eye on things.  But they were well past that, and at this point, whatever happens, happens.

She taps her glass against his in a quiet ‘clink’

“Cheers to you, Tozier” She says with a rather sweet smile, the kind that he compulsively smiles back at.

“And you” He replies, before tipping the bottle back and taking a long swig.

The thing about (y/n) was that… well, there was just this thing.  An undeniable, unspoken, electric thing.  There was something about her that drew Richie towards her like a magnet.  Even tonight, he’d shown up at her side, and just like that they’d spent the last two hours together.  She was such a lovely person, which was a rarity in this town.  

He had a feeling that she owned his heart, even though he just had a silly teenage crush on her.  But what had started as a silly crush, an admiration for her beauty, grew into an adoration of her entire being, her soul.  He was falling for her, at a speed from the atmosphere, and he was bound to crash soon.

Her hand reaches out and seizes the sleeve of his denim jacket, yanking him towards her all in one motion.  His heart’s beating out of his chest with anticipation, but as quickly as she’d grabbed him, she was shaking him out of his daze.

“You almost got knocked over,” She tells him, nodding to the pair of drunken boys with their arms slung around one another, stumbling around the backyard, trying to walk in sync.  “You alright?”

“Yeah, sorry, out of it” He answered with choppy words.

He finds the crease between her brows adorable.

“You only took one sip,” She jokes, poking at his bottle.  “Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?” She asks, holding four fingers in front of his face while giggling.

Richie rolls his eyes, grabbing her hand to pull it out of his face.

But he doesn’t let go.

And for the next hour, as they talk and drink a little and dance, her hand remains in his.  She didn’t say anything about it, which he’s silently thankful for.  Maybe she feels safer when attached to him, knowing she’s not going to get sucked into the crowd and lost.  Or maybe she just… wants to.

They’re dancing in the living room, to a song neither of them knew, with a hundred strangers, when she finally mentions it.

“You’re blushing!” She announces, albeit a bit tipsy.

There’s a grin on her face, and with her free hand she pokes at the pink on his cheeks.

“Cut that out- what’s with you and jabbing your fingers at me today?” He says, trying to brush it off and get her to forget about it.  It doesn’t work.

She bursts into a fit of laughter, and her body leans towards his a bit as she does.

She only lets go of his hand to wrap her arms around his neck and spin them around excitedly.

“You never blush,” She says.  “So what’s on your mind?”

She sounds bubbly, as if his answer is amusing to her, and she’s impatient to hear it.  Richie shakes his head, and wills the heat in his face to go away, but it doesn’t.  Of course it doesn’t, she’s standing a few inches away from him and staring at him with those round and curious eyes that he loves and-

“You” He responds with a shrug.

His voice is cool and casual as ever, but he’s losing his shit on the inside.

Her lips form an ‘o’ as she processes the single word.  For a second he regretted speaking, which was kinda normal for him, but then her eyes lit up and she giggles with delightful bashfulness.

A breath of a laugh escapes his lips as he laughs nervously with her.

“You’re adorably funny” She says, and takes him by surprise when she leans up on her toes, cups her face in one hand, and presses a kiss to his other cheek.

When she lands back flat on her feet, she’s amused by the grin that she’d put on his face.

“Drinks?” She asks, and when he pulls a face, she clarifies, “Non-alcoholic drinks”

“Fine” He agrees, and when they head out of the living room, her hand reaches out and grabs his, slotting her fingers through his with ease.

He glances down to her when she does so, but she just gives him a big and innocent smile.

They find their friends in the kitchen.  Beverly and Eddie are quite… shit faced, while Bill is drinking water and trying to get them to have some as well.  From what Richie and (y/n) could tell, his efforts were useless.

“Let them be,” (y/n) says, ruffling up Eddie’s hair with her free hand, only to get swatted away.  “They’ll pay the consequences in the morning”

Bill shrugs and hums in agreement, but he tries to get them to drink something.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Bev asks, pointing at Richie and (y/n’s) conjoined hands.

Richie starts to let go, but she squeezes his hand and smiles almost proudly at her drunk friend.

“Well I don’t wanna get lost” She says confidently.

Beverly shrugs, not having the attention span to ask further questions, or really care.

“Is that- are you- is that rootbeer?” Eddie asks, and he squints at the can in (y/n’s) hand, like he can’t see.  “You’re at a- a fuckin’ party and you’re drinkin’ a soda?”

“Leave her alone Eddie Spaghetti” Richie chides, smacking the shorter boy on the shoulder.

“Yeah, Eddie Spaghetti” (y/n) adds in a mocking tone, and giggles to herself at the nickname.

Eddie hates it, but he’s drunk off his ass, so there’s not much he can do about it.  He’ll try to throw hands with Richie tomorrow.

Bev starts to tell a story about a fight she saw on the front lawn.  It’s missing parts, and she’s having a hard time remembering most of it, but they listen because it’s funny and interesting.

(y/n) sat herself on the kitchen counter, drink in one hand and Richie’s hand in the other, laughing along and encouraging her to continue.  Even when she finishes her story, she’s not sure what happened, or who was even fighting, but it doesn’t matter.

“It’s l-late,” Bill says, eyeing the stove that reads 2:15.  “I think I should go”

“You’re not staying the night?” (y/n) asked.

Richie’s parents would be gone for another day, leaving plenty of time for the Losers Club to hang out, and clean up the trashed house everyone else left behind.

“No, I sh-shouldn’t,” He says.  “B-but I’ll come b-back tomorrow to help with th-the mess” He adds in a reassuring tone.

“Alright Billy,” (y/n) reaches her arms out towards him, prompting him to hug her goodbye.  She embraces him tightly for a short moment.  “See ya tomorrow”

He gives a small wave, and then offers a ride to Eddie and Bev.  They both decide to keep drinking and crash at the house.  He’s not surprised.

“I feel like dancing!” Beverly declares, and is out of the kitchen before anyone could say a word.

“Man is she fuckin’ wasted” Eddie chuckles.

Richie and (y/n) burst out laughing at the irony, but don’t tell him why it’s funny when he asks why they’re laughing their asses off.

Eddie winds up sitting on the kitchen floor, and then laying on it, cradling an empty bottle of vodka to his chest.

“You gonna sleep down there with him?” Richie asks (y/n), and gives the asmathic on the floor a gentle kick.

(y/n) giggles and shakes her head, and without thinking, reaches out to grab onto his hands again.  With a small tug, he steps closer, almost standing between her open legs.  But he doesn’t dare move that close.

“No…” She answers after a minute.  “There’s no way in hell you’re making me sleep on a floor”

“Well, if the beds are all taken-”

“Richard Tozier” She says his name firmly, “If you don’t give me a bed to sleep in like a human fucking being I swear I will-”

“You’ll what, sweetheart?”

His voice drops an octave, and his head cocks to the side a bit as he stares at her skeptically, wondering what it was she was about to say next.  When her mouth is left hanging open, he smirks a little.

“Come on (y/n/n), you’re not the threatening type,” He speaks at a normal volume again, but his closeness and the look on his face doesn’t fade.  “Besides, you got nothing on me”

“Oh, I doubt that-” She tries to argue, but he cuts her off again.

“Just try to think of something, you can’t.  My record’s squeaky clean”  

He leans a bit closer with every word, but the movement is miniscule, and she’s probably the only person in the room who could have noticed it.

As soon as he eyes wander to his lips, they dart right back up, but it’s too late, he caught the glance, and his smirk widens.

Richie quirks a brow in question, like an asshole.

She sets her soda can on the counter next to her.

“You really value me so little that you’ll make me sleep, where, on the floor? The bathtub?”

“I think the tub is still occupied, actually,” Richie says.  “And the floor, well, it’s covered in trash and…” He looks down to Eddie, who’s very close to passing out.  “... more trash”

(y/n) hits his chest with the back of her hand.

“That was for Eddie” She says, and Richie laughs.

She’s got an offended look on her face, and fuck if it wasn’t the cutest thing he’s ever seen…

“I’m just saying sweetheart…” He shrugs his shoulders innocently.  “Your sleeping options aren’t looking great.  Pretty much everywhere is taken”

She’s quiet for a moment, and he can tell she’s hesitant, because she bites down on her lip, and she has a hard time keeping eye contact.  He doesn’t rush her to say whatever’s on her mind, just stands there, unmoving, and waits.

“Show me a bed, then, Tozier”

It’s soft, whispered like a secret, and unsure.

They’re both still for a beat, each waiting for the other to back out.

But neither do.

So he offers her his hand, which she gladly takes before hopping off the counter and following closely behind him.  Through the thinning crowd in the living room, and then up the stairs.

When they’re in the hall, he casts a look over his shoulder to her, and her eyes meet his instantly.

There’s something serious in them that he’s never seen in her before.  Like she was trying to tell him something, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it is.

Her free hand grabs onto the sleeve of his jacket, tethering herself to him.  There was nowhere to get lost up here, everyone was downstairs.  Except for the boy passed out in the bathtub, and Richie was fairly certain a couple passed out in his parent’s bedroom.  But right now, they were alone.

He brings her to his room, carefully peeking in to make sure no one was in there, before letting her inside.  He’s quick to shut and lock the door.

(y/n) gives him a look at the sound of the lock clicking, and his face flushes.

“I mean- it’d be weird if some frisky couple were to come in- while we’re in here” He defends his actions.

She just hums, and wanders over to his dresser, where his fish tank sat.  She smiled at his goldfish before swirling the tip of her finger in the water.

Richie just admires her while she glances over his things.  The picture frames, the trinkets and forgotten things he’s left there.  She looks so natural standing there.

It wasn’t often that she was in his room, Richie’s house isn’t somewhere that everyone hangs out at, and (y/n) and Richie rarely hang out alone.  It was kind of nice to have so much time with her tonight, just her.  And still, he wanted it all the time.

She can feel his eyes on her, and when she turns around, she isn’t surprised that she was right.

She gives him a small smile, and clasps her hands together behind her back.  It was a nervous habit she had, squeezing her hands together tightly, and Richie loved seeing her do it now.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been in here,” She says, desperately trying to fill the silence.  “Hasn’t changed much though” She added in a quieter voice.

He doesn’t say anything, and it only amps up her nerves.

And then he strides over to her, rather quickly, and her breath caught in her throat as he’s suddenly towering over her, face a mere few inches away from hers.  

She’s frozen, staring at him wide eyed and waiting for him to do something.

She’d thought he was going to kiss her, and when he didn’t, hear heart only beat harder in her chest.

“What?” She asks, wondering what he was doing if he wasn’t going to make a move.

“Nothing” He shakes his head, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you doing then?” She questions him again, voice a hundred times softer.

He gives her a playful smirk, and she almost frowns at him, annoyed by the teasing.

“I’m not doing anything” He hums with a shrug.

She rolls her eyes, done with the games, and steps away.  She needs a breath.  Or two.  Two very deep breaths.

But before she can, Richie’s hand shoots out and grabs her wrist, pulling her back so rough that she collides into his chest, making them both stagger for a brief moment, until his lips crash down into hers.

She’s just gotten her balance back when he pulls away, staring at her expectantly, waiting for her to tell him to stop.

Her lips are parted and she’s panting softly, still in shock, and her eyes flutter open to meet his.

She doesn’t tell him to stop, instead, she leans up on the tips of her toes to kiss him again, a much longer kiss that she wished he’d begun with.

They pulled away at the same time.

“We can’t tell the others!” They both rush out the words so fast, so panicked, but it disappears as they register the other agrees.

And then all at once they’re kissing again.  His hands are gripping her hips, keeping her pressed completely against him, while hers are tangled in his hair, combing and gripping at his strands of curls.

Their lips move so feverishly, both desperate for every second to be fulfilling.  They knew this was a once in a lifetime chance, that this was their only chance, and it had to be perfect.

They part for a few seconds, so (y/n) can catch her breath.

His nose prods against hers, before he takes her cin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her head to the side so that he can trail a line of kisses along her jaw, tracing up to the sweet spot just below her ear.

He bit the soft skin, because he couldn’t help himself.  She gasped softly, and then giggled at the delightful and ticklish feeling of his mouth against the spot.  Her hands tighten a bit in his hair.

Eventually, once he’s left a decent purple mark on her neck, she tugs on his hair, pulling his lips back to hers needily.  She’s delicate as she glides over the seam of his lips with her tongue.  Richie isn’t so sweet as he gladly tangles his own tongue with hers.

When she’s the one to win the battle for dominance, she smirks against his lips.  But Richie’s quick to retaliate, turning her suddenly, and pushing her backwards until she runs into the wall.

Her lips detach from his as she grunts at the surprise contact, and her eyes shoot up to his out of annoyance.

“Jesus, fucking watch it” She mutters.

She grabs the collar of his jacket and yanks his lips back down to hers anyways, already craving more contact.

Kissing Richie Tozier is exactly as she expected, or more accurately dreamed, it would be.  Bliss.  Passionate.  Hot.

She hastily shoves his jacket down his shoulders, and then practically clawed the sleeves off of his arms.  As soon as it was discarded, his hands slammed into the wall on either side of her head, caging her in.  She loves it.

She wonders if he’s really gotten her addicted to his lips in a matter of two minutes.

After a few more kisses, she confirms that he has.

Her arms wrap around his neck and she can’t hold back a smile.

They part for a moment, and then rush to his bed.

(y/n’s) giggling as Richie crawls over her, one hand caressing her cheek while the other is pinned to the bed as not to crush her.  His thumb brushed over her cheekbone sweetly.

“You’re sure?” He asks, suddenly worried that he was rushing her.

But she nods, excitedly, and pulls his face down so she can kiss him again.

“But like-” Richie pulls away.  “You’re sure you’re sure? Like absolutely positive?”

“Richie,” She laughs, shaking her head a bit.  “Yes”

And that’s how it happened. ___

[ but i guess that’s love, i can’t pretend… i can’t pretend... ]

(y/n) had known Richie pretty much her whole life.  And they’d always gotten along, despite his big mouth and his tendency to say the wrong thing at the wrong time.  She found it endearing that he would call her hot stuff and then his face would go bright red, knowing he’d made a mistake.

But the thing was, that changed the day after they’d hooked up.  They were still friends, they still hung out, and it wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it was different.  He didn’t call her cute names anymore, not even sweetheart.  He stuck solely to his nickname for her.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of their incident, or because she was seeing someone.  It often felt like she was walking on eggshells around him, unsure of what to say or do.  It was like as soon as they’d crossed the line between friends and more than friends, she wasn’t sure how to go back to being just friends.

And she hadn’t ever thought of Richie as boyfriend material.  Even when they’d hooked up, she hadn’t considered the idea of being with him romantically.  Sure, he was attractive and funny and… charismatic, exciting, and somehow tender at the same time-”

“Babe..? Babe?”

(y/n) snapped back to reality, spinning around to see her boyfriend standing behind her.  He gave a short laugh before nodding to the dish in her hand that she must have been scrubbing for a few minutes now.

“Daydreaming?” He asks, while she bashfully set the very clean plate on the counter.

“Something like that” She replied, and went on to cleaning the next dish.

They’d had a nice dinner, one they both prepared.  She thought it would be fun to cook with him, maybe they would even listen to music and dance around the tiled floor.  But her boyfriend wasn’t that kind of guy, and this wasn’t a romantic comedy.

Richie would dance in the kitchen with me-

“So!” (y/n) spoke, a little too loud as she tried to rid her own thoughts from her head.  “Movie?”

Her boyfriend grinned, and gave her a thumbs up before leaving the kitchen and heading to the living room to pick out a good movie for them to watch.

(y/n) went back to distracting herself with doing the dishes.  But her pesky thoughts kept on getting in the way of her task.

Thinking of Richie in a romantic light made her feel dazed.  He was Richie.  Trashmouth Tozier, the boy she grew up with that was infamous for trying to ride his bike off the cliffside at the quarry.  He wasn’t someone you had a crush on, he was someone you always had a dumb story about.

But besides that, it simply wasn’t fair of her to think of him this way.  They had both agreed that what they had was a one time thing, and it didn’t mean anything to either of them.  They were just friends, and that was all either of them wanted to be.

At least, that’s what she’d always told herself.

But when she thought back on last summer, all she could remember was how badly she wanted him to kiss her that whole night.  And when he finally had… it felt like she was flying.

Drying the last dish, she left it on the counter, and forced herself to relax on the couch with her boyfriend.

Whatever movie he’d picked, she’d never heard of, and it only took seven minutes of watching it for her to realize why.  It was boring.

She was so damn near close to passing out, even though he seemed excited to share it with her.

“Hey,” She hummed after half an hour of forcing herself to stay awake.  He hummed in response, but didn’t look away from the television.  

So she took matters into her own hands, and turned his head so she could kiss him.

She poured all of the passion that she could into the kiss, hoping to convey that she wanted him, and she wanted him now.

But how could she do such a thing when it wasn’t true? She simply wasn’t convincing enough.  Not to him, or herself.

Defeated, she pulled away from him, and by the look on his face, she knew that he sensed her disappointment.  Which was ironic, because he had never been in sync with her emotions in the last four and a half months they’d been together.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

There was a deep frown on her face, and her eyes were so apologetic that he just knew what was coming next.

“I’m sorry” She mumbled out.

“(y/n)...?” He was hoping that by some miracle she wasn’t about to break up with him.

“I can’t do this anymore” She finished weakly, voice cracking a bit as her throat burned with tears.

“What do you mean?” He asked.  “What’s wrong? What happened?”

She didn’t say anything, just shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to keep herself from crying.  It would be pathetic if she broke up with him and she was the one to cry about it.

“Whatever it is I can work on it, we can fix it-”

“No, you can’t-”

“Yes I can-”

“You can’t fix this!” She shouted, not meaning to come off as angry, but her emotions had flustered her and it was making her frustrated.  “Because there’s nothing to fix, there’s nothing here” She clarified, her hands flying between them.

“What do you mean there’s nothing here?” He asked, sounding broken.  For a moment, she felt bad for saying something so cruel.  “Is there someone else?”

And then her guilt disappeared.

“What? Of course not-”

“Well there- there has to be!”

“Well there isn’t!” She shouted back.  “Jesus Christ, don’t make this more difficult than it has to be,” She rolled her eyes.  “I don’t feel anything, anything, for you! I thought with time that I could learn to love you, but I haven’t.  There’s no spark-”

He seized forward, taking her face in his hands and kissing her frantically.

But just as soon as his mouth crushed over hers, she shoved his shoulders with all the force she could muster, and leapt off of the sofa.

She was stunned to silence at first, surprised that he’d done something so dramatic and… disgusting.

“I’m done,” She said, heading for the door, and putting on her shoes and coat with lightning speed.  “Don’t fucking call me- don’t talk to me at school, I’m done”

He tried to call after her, but she slammed the door behind her as she stormed out, and ran down the sidewalk, just in case he had the idiotic idea to chase after her.

She slowed at the end of the block, mentally striking herself upside the head at the thought.  Of course he wouldn't chase after her.  It would be an act of passion for him to pursue her, and he would be in denial to think he was any more in love with her than she was with him.

It dawned on her that she’d been in denial for the past four months for thinking she could learn to love him.  You can’t learn to love anybody, it has to come naturally.  And there wasn’t one natural thing about their relationship.

She wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm in the chilly december air, and walked the rest of the way home.  She’d had enough of today, and just wanted to crawl into bed, and try not to cry. ___

When the doorbell rang, Richie ignored it.  Surely his parents would get it, and he could stay in bed.

When it rang again, he shoved his pillow over his head.

It wasn’t until the third time the sound rang that he remembered his parents were at an event in Augusta tonight.

So with a groan, and the realization that whoever it was, wasn’t going to go away, he dragged himself out of bed, and down the stairs.

It was almost midnight, who the fuck was a the door? He decided if it was some freshman ding-dong ditching him, that he’d run them down and ruin their shit.

When he whipped open the door, he also opened his can of whoop ass on the unsuspecting freshman.

“Do you realize that it’s the middle of the fucking ni-”

He shut up real fast when he realized it was (y/n) standing there, who now looked incredibly taken off guard to have been greeted so harshly.

“(y/n)?”

It was only then that he realized she was crying softly.

“Oh- oh my god, I’m sorry-  I thought you were-”

“It’s fine” She said, and then sniffled quietly.

“What- what are you-”

“I’m sorry, it’s not r-right of me to show up in the middle of the night,” She whimpered a little bit, and wiped her sleeve over her cheeks to get rid of her tears.  “I should go home-”

“No,” Richie reached out, taking her wrist and tugging her inside.  “Come in, stay” He rushed the words out while shutting the door, not wanting her to leave, and especially not like this.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stop her own shivering.  She didn’t even want to look at Richie while crying, but at the same time-

“So what’s going on-?”

Before he could even finish talking, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.

Richie stumbled a bit from the sudden force of her hug, but wrapped his arms around her nonetheless and hugged her tightly.

It was obvious that she was trying to stop crying in front of him, but she just couldn’t help it.

“Did something happen?” He asked, but received no answer.  “Are you hurt?”

He could feel her tears seeping into the fabric of his tee shirt.

“Hey, sweetheart,” He called softly, and pulled her away to look at her.  She kept her eyes shut, which made him chuckle, but eventually she looked up at him.  “Come on, (y/n/n),” He hummed.  “Talk to me”

She took in a deep breath, and Richie mentally prepared himself for whatever was going to come next.  It must be serious if she came to him instead of Beverly, or Eddie.

“I couldn’t have sex with him” She murmured.

Richie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and confusion, and a feeling he wasn’t quite sure of.  He never would have guessed that’s what had her so distraught.

“Um…”

“I know,” (y/n) cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks again.  “It’s pathetic, I’m so pathetic!”

“(y/n),” Richie said, setting his hands on her shoulders so she would calm down.  “You’re not- where is this coming from? Why are you so upset about this?”

It took her a minute to catch her breath, and her tears hadn’t really stopped flooding, but at least she could speak again.

“I broke up with him” She admitted.

Richie’s eyes widened, and again, she’d done what he’d least expected.  Her eyes were darting between his, trying to figure out what he was thinking.  But he looked so shocked, she couldn’t tell.

“Do you think I made a mistake?” She asked in a murur, her hands resting against his chest, and her body gravitating towards his a bit more from the sensitive question.

“I…”

He was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with her, his brain moving far too fast and his train of thought going in too many different directions for him to comprehend what he even thought.

“You do, don’t you?” (y/n) asked defeatedly.  “I should’ve tried harder- maybe I could have loved him-?”

“What? (y/n), no, don’t think like that,” He scolded her gently.  “If you didn’t feel anything, then that’s it, that’s the end, it didn’t work”

She stares down at her feet.

“(y/n)...” Richie sighed, lifting her chin softly with his hand.  “Did you even like him?”

She shrugged her shoulders, which was answer enough.

“Oh, (y/n),” His thumb stroked gently against her jaw, before he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her again.  “If you didn’t like him there was never even a chance of you falling in love- that’s just not how it works sweetheart”

(y/n) grabbed the back of his shirt in her fists, just wanting to hold onto him for a few moments longer.

“How’s it work?” She mumbled into his shoulder after embracing for a few moments.

“Well first of all, you don’t learn to do it, it just happens,” He chuckles, and his hands begin to rhythmically rub her back.  “And you won’t find them boring.  That guy was a sack of fucking potatoes (y/n/n) I don’t know what you were doing with him-”

“Yeah yeah I get it,” She cut him off before he could go on.  “What else?” Her voice was so soft, so full of curiosity for where these kind words were coming from, that she just had to know what more Richie thought about the subject.

“Well…” He hummed, still rubbing her back as he thought.  “You typically enjoy their company, more than anyone else’s, even if you won’t admit it,” He was thinking out loud.  “And they’ll always be the prettiest thing in your eyes- even when they won’t stop crying all over you” He teased.

She glared up at him, and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

“Come on, be real,” She said.  “He was nice, and cute, and he really liked me, why wasn’t there a spark?”

He shook his head at her.

“Like I said.  Can’t learn to love someone, and you can’t force what isn’t there,” He shrugged.  “I’m sorry though.  You’re clearly bothered by it”

She wanted to explain that she wasn’t bothered by the breakup at all.  She was bothered by the mixup in her feelings.  By what she thought to be true- but wasn’t quite sure yet.

“You want tea? Or something?” He offered after she hadn’t spoken for a few beats.

“No,” She shook her head, and then stepped back from him.  “A blanket would be nice though? I had to walk the whole way here and it’s freezing”

Richie chuckled, and nodded.

“‘I’ll get one from upstairs.  Be right back”

He headed off rather quickly, taking the steps two at a time to get a blanket from his room.

The one time she’d stayed overnight, she’d really liked one of his- and he’d know, because she hogged it, and he had to wake her up to get her to share.  So he figured that one would do fine.

At the sound of a soft knocking at his door frame, he turned to see (y/n) standing there.

Her eyes were wandering around his room, mapping it out like it was her first time here.  However, she hadn’t been here since…

He didn’t miss the blush on her cheeks when her gaze landed on his bed, the covers messed up from his attempts to sleep earlier.  And then finally, she looked at him.

“Oh,” She smiled, and walked into the room, taking the blanket from his hands.  “You remembered” She said with a small laugh as she wrapped it tightly around herself.

It was still a little bit warmed, and smelled so distinctly like Richie, it made her want to melt into it.  And she nearly did for a moment.

“Well how could I you almost made me freeze to death that night”  He muttered teasingly.

“Fuck off, I did not” She played back, but her voice was much gentler than his.

He gave her a look as if to say ‘you did though’, which she only rolled her eyes to.

Deciding it’d be best to ignore him, she walked over to his dresser to excitedly play with his fish.  It didn’t do much, but it did swim back and forth in front of her finger, which was amusing enough.

“You… want to watch a movie?” Richie asked.

He didn’t want her to leave, but he didn’t know how to offer her to stay the night either.

“Sure” She answered, and followed him downstairs.

Richie made her pick the movie, that way whatever they watched she wouldn’t lose interest in.

“What?” She’s asked when he tried to leave the room for popcorn.

“I said pick whatever you want so you actually watch it and enjoy it” Richie repeated himself, and was in the kitchen before he could see her face change expressions.

Her heart skipped a beat in her chest, and all she could do was stare at where he stood with his back to her.  She didn’t even bother looking at his DVD collection, and followed him into the kitchen.

“You want me to pick a movie I like?” She asked him.

Richie gave her a weird look over his shoulder as she set the timer on the microwave.

“What? Yeah” He answered.

“But you’ll hate it,” She said matter-of-factly.  “It’s a chick flick, it’s real cheesy, not even Eds would watch it with me”

“Okay?” Richie repeated.  “You setting me up to hate it?”

She stared at him skeptically, and Richie had a similar look on his face, but only because he was very confused.

“Just pick a movie, (y/n/n), anyone’s fine” He chuckled.

He pulled the bag of popcorn out of the mic when it beeped, and dumped it’s contents into a large bowl.  When he turned back around, (y/n) was still standing there.  His brows furrowed, and he popped a kernel into his mouth.

“Would you dance with me?” She asked him.

Her volume was so soft he almost didn’t catch what she’d said, but when he processed the words, he was sure he’d heard her wrong.

“What?”

“Would you dance with me?” She repeated, a bit more clearly.  “If I asked?”

“Is…. that what you want to do?” Richie spoke unsurely, trying to figure out what part of the breakup process ‘dancing’ would fall under.  He shoved more popcorn into his mouth.

“I just wanna know” She shrugged.

“I mean, sure, but then the popcorn would get cold, it’s only good when it’s-”

“Richie” She mumbled, and by some miracle he actually heard her, and stopped rambling.  He knows from the way she’s staring at him, and the sudden softness in her voice that something’s up.  He waits for her to continue, but she doesn’t.

“What?” He feels like he’s lost, because he really has no idea what’s going on with her tonight.  This breakup had really thrown her for a loop, he supposed

“Nothing” She shook her head, and before he could question her about her strange behavior, snatched the popcorn bowl and made a break for the living room.

When they got settled on the sofa and the movie (y/n) picked began to play.  They were sat side by side, the bowl of popcorn separating them.  She tucked her feet up underneath her in an attempt to be more comfortable, and kept on fussing with the blanket.  It was like no matter how many times she readjusted, she just couldn’t get settled.

Eventually, she sighed, and looked over at Richie.

Low and behold, he was completely wrapped up in the plot of the movie, and hadn’t noticed a thing.  (y/n) smiled at this, loving that he’d actually gotten into her lame romantic comedy.  She leaned her head back on the cushion as she admired him.  He was so serious when he was focused on something, his jaw set in place, eyes trained on the screen.  It was so cute how drawn into the movie he really was.

Something happened that made him laugh, and he turned to (y/n) to crack a joke about it, but whatever he was about to say was lost on him when he caught her eyes already locked on him.

“Would you do it again?” She asked, before he could think of anything to say.  He doesn’t have to ask her to clarify what she means, because he knows, he can tell by the way she’s studying him.  “Ever?” She adds in a mumble after he’s been quiet for just a beat too long.

“Well, that’s a trick question now isn’t it?” He chuckles, but she shakes her head.

“No,” She speaks softly, “It’s not, I’m just wondering,”

She’s looking up at him so innocently that he wonders what sparked this question.  Not that he hadn’t been thinking about it every minute of every day for the past four and a half months or so.  He just didn’t think it ever crossed her mind.  They had sworn to each other that it was a one time thing, no pesky strings or feelings attached.  And Richie had thought she’d stuck to that promise pretty well- mostly because not a week later she’d gotten asked out, and then she dated the guy for a while.  

“There’s no wrong answer, Rich,” She giggles, a nervous little sound that was the result of her heart doing backflips in her chest.  “Really”

His eyes flicker between her impatient ones, testing to see if that were really true.

“Kind of” He says.

Her brows furrowed, signaling that there apparently was a wrong answer, and he’d said it.

“Kind of-?”

“Well, there’s a lot I’d do differently” He muses with a shrug of his shoulders, before she could get upset and ask him just what the hell ‘kind of’ means.

She angles her body a bit more towards his, waiting eagerly to hear what he has to say.  But he gives her a confused look.

“What would you do differently?” She asks.  She sounds restless, and Richie chuckles to himself.  “Come on, really”

“For starters, I wouldn’t have chosen to do it at my own houseparty.  Someone busted the coffee table you know, and I blame you for that-”

“What else?” She asks abruptly.

“Alright well,” Richie huffs, deciding there was no turning back now, because she was already more than eager to hear what he was thinking.  “Also probably should’ve been a little more sober, just a little,” She laughed quietly, but didn’t speak so that he’ll keep talking.  “And I would’ve grabbed an extra blanket, had I known you were a blanket hogger”

She laughs again, and this time he laughs with her.  It’s a sweet moment, for it being so vulnerable.

“And I would’ve made sure you didn’t go in the morning” He confesses, in the midst of their laughter.  (y/n’s) laughter stops instantaneously.

“What?” She murmurs, like she’d heard him wrong, because she must have heard him wrong.

“Yeah,” He shrugs.  “I wouldn’t have let you go”

She blinks, stunned.

“You wanted me to stay?” She asks, a sweet little whisper that was bound to make everything come crashing down.

“Of course I did,” Richie chuckles.  “I’d be an idiot to let you- I was an idiot to let you go.  I hated that feeling,”

She’s silent again, her lips parted as the more he explained himself, the more surprised she was.

“It felt like- like I’d made the biggest mistake of my life- and trust me sweetheart, sleeping with you was a miracle- but if I could do it over again I wish that I could’ve...um…”

She’s waiting, hanging on to every word he spoke.  She doesn’t realize that she’s leaning closer to him, too antsy to wait for him to find his voice.

“(y/n/n) if I’m being honest then I would’ve told you how I felt- about you- that night”

“How you felt about me?” She repeats in disbelief, and then sits upright on the couch, realizing they’re only a few inches away from one another.  

Richie watches her as she takes the popcorn bowl and sets it to the side.  And then leans back in towards him again, giving him her undivided attention.

“And how did you feel about me?” She murmurs.

Her hands set on his wrists, grasping onto them softly as his hands reach out to wrap around her waist.

“How didn’t I feel- Jesus I liked you so much I lost my fucking mind when you wanted me too”

Once he’s holding her firmly, she lets go of his hands to rest her palms on his shoulders, tilting up towards him to be more at his height.  Even sat on the couch Richie practically towered over her.

“I didn’t know it was more to you than a quick fuck” She hums.  Her voice is too sweet to be saying something so filthy, and it makes him chuckle just a bit.

He couldn’t help but tug her hips forwards, small prod really, but she took the bait and swung her leg over his lap.

“There was nothing quick about it sweetheart,” He teases, and as she situates herself on his lap, he releases one of his hands from her waist to gently trail his fingers over her throat, until his hand settles against the side of her neck.  She’s blushing, but she’s smiling with anticipation.

He pulls her towards him a bit, and the tip of her nose presses against his cheek, her lips barely ghosting his.  When her eyes flickered shut, Richie smirks

“And you were never a quick fuck”

She leans in, wanting nothing more than to kiss him and never stop.  There was more electricity between them in this moment than she’d ever felt with her ex, and the realization made her feel like she was alive again.

Just as her moment of liberation is about to happen, the doorbell rings.

Richie brushes it off and cups her cheek, leaning in to kiss her anyways, but then his visitor started screaming.

“Richiieeee!” The distinct voice of Eddie Kaspbrack rings out from the other side of the door.  “Dude! Open up! I got some drama for you!”

Richie and (y/n) turn to look at each other, equally confused.

“Let’s just pretend he’s not there” Richie says, making her giggle as he finally tries to kiss her.

And then Eddie lets himself in.

“I’m coming in!” He announces, and shuts the door behind him.  “You’re not gonna believe this! (y/n) broke up with-”

It doesn’t surprise the couple on the couch when Eddie stops talking, and stares wide eyed and open mouthed.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” He’s screaming, which also isn’t a surprise, but it’s very upsetting.

(y/n) calmly slides off of Richie’s lap, and he lets go of his hold on her.

“Nothing” They say at the same time, unconvincingly.

“You were on his lap-” Eddie accuses.

“I-”

“You were kissing-!”

“No-?” Richie tries.

“You guys have been fucking this whole time!” He screeches.

“No!” Richie and (y/n) speak simultaneously again.

“Wait,” (y/n) walks over to Eddie.  “How did you know I broke up with-”

“He called me” Eddie shrugged.

“What?”

“Yeah, he was trying to call you, but you never picked up.  Clearly you weren’t home, because you were here, letting Richie get in your pants- jesus fuck (y/n) I thought you had better standards-”

“Stop it” (y/n) hissed, before frustratedly running her hands through her hair.

Richie shot up from the couch, walking over in hopes of convincing her to sit back down and relax again.  But she shrugged off his hand and continued to pace around between him and Eddie.

“Very uncool, dickwad” Richie muttered to Eddie, who gave him an exasperated look and flipped him off.

“Why’d you come here then?” (y/n) spoke up.

“Um… huh?” Eddie played stupid.

“Why’d you come here? If my ex called you looking for me, why’d you come to tell Richie the news?”

Eddie and Richie shared a look, only making the girl more confused.

“I- well I thought you’d be here, you know, for support-”

Eddie shut up when the girl narrowed her eyes in disbelief.  He was never a good liar, and (y/n) had a pretty good bullshit detector.

“This isn’t important,” Eddie shook his head.  “What’s important is that he’s heartbroken, and looking for y-”

“I don’t care,” (y/n) said with a humorless chuckle as she crossed her arms over her chest.  “I don’t fucking care! He’s the worst, and he’s insane to think that he was ever in love with me.  Had a real boring way of expressing it-”

“Uh, I’m not here to tell you to get back together with him” Eddie said before she could yell anymore.

“What are you here for, then?” (y/n) asked.

“I could ask you the same thing” Eddie shoots back, and smirks victoriously between the two.

Richie’s just standing there, knowing better than to open his mouth.  If he did, something bad would slip and he knew it, so he stared down at the ground.

(y/n) puckers her lips, casting a glance to Rich before back to Eddie.

“Well?” The asthmatic boy asks.  “What the fuck were you guys up to?”

“None of your business,” Richie says before (y/n) has the chance to say anything.  “You should go, Eds, I’ll call you tomorrow.  We’re busy”

“With what?” Eddie’s practically daring Richie to confess.

“We’re watching a movie, don’t make me fucking kick you out”

Eddie rolls his eyes, bored with the lack of drama, and then heads for the door.

As soon as he closes it, he whips it open again, pointing an accusatory finger at the pair left standing there, as if he’d caught them in the act.

“Go, Eds” They both say, with the utmost annoyance in their voices.

This time when he left, they both watched the door, as if waiting for him to jump back into the room again.  When it was clear he’d actually gone this time, (y/n) let out a sigh of relief.

She looked at Richie, and then back to the couch, where the movie, the popcorn bowl, and her blanket were left unattended.

“I should probably g-”

“You wanna stay the night?” Richie asked before she could finish her sentence, and her eyes shot up to his.

“Really?” She asked in disbelief.

Richie just nodded, and so she hesitantly nodded back.

“Okay” She agreed softly.

“I’ll find something for you to sleep in,” He told her.  “You can finish the movie if you want” And with that he headed up the stairs.

At this point, she was more confused than ever.  She had no idea where her and Richie stood now, the line between friendship and something… else… was so warped in her mind that she couldn’t tell how he felt anymore.

Richie came back down a few minutes later, finding her sat on the couch with the movie paused and the popcorn bowl in her lap.  He grinned as he handed her a long sleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants that looked very soft.

After changing quickly in the bathroom, she concluded they were the coziest things she’d ever worn.  And Richie’s scent and laundry detergent lingered in them, making every inhale of breath she took be inviting.

When she came back out, Richie was on the couch, just waiting.  His back was turned to her, and she could tell he was drumming his hands on his legs, a frequently done nervous habit of his.

She stood there for a moment, too anxious to walk over and sit with him like nothing had happened in the last half hour.  Even though with everything that’s happened, her heart was beating a mile a minute with no end in sight.

Richie must’ve realized she was there, because he turned and made a face as if to ask why she was just standing there.

His expression softened though when his eyes landed on her figure.  She looked so goddamn cute in his clothes that were just a bit too big for her.  And by just a bit, I mean the sleeves kept falling over her hands and the waistband of the sweatpants had probably been rolled three times to keep the fabric from barely touching the ground.

He thought he was gonna have a stroke.

“You gonna come sit, sweetheart?” He finally spoke, “Or just stand there and look pretty all night?”

She laughs, and the tension in the room thins out a little as she makes her way over to sit with him again.  Richie plays the movie again, and just like before, gets sucked right into it.

(y/n) sort of watches it, but has little attachment to what’s going on.  Her mind is too busy processing everything, there was no capacity to keep an eye on a film as well.

The popcorn bowl is empty, so she can’t distract herself with eating.  And she’s already tapping her fingers on her knee to a made up beat in her mind.  How Richie is able to actually watch this movie right now is beyond her.

“(y/n)?” He asks, and she realizes he’s been staring at her for a while, trying to get her attention.  She hums in response.  “Do you want me to shut off the movie?”

Her eyes are wide as they meet his.

“W-why?” She stammers out.

“Because you aren’t paying attention at all,” He chuckles.  “Are you tired? It is like… one in the morning”

“Uh- yeah, I-I guess” She stumbles over her words again, and balls up the fabric of her blanket in her hands.

He gives her a dorky little smile, and then stands to turn off the tv.  She watches him grab the empty bowl before leaving the room.

She gets up to follow him into the kitchen, but he waved her off.

“You should go up to bed,” He says.  “I’ll finish up down here”

She doesn’t know what else to say, so she follows the instructions.

It dawns on her that she hasn’t told her parents that she won’t be coming home tonight, but as she gets situated in Richie’s bed with her new favorite blanket, she just can’t seem to care.  She decides a lecture when she comes home tomorrow is worth it.

She’s under all the covers, and her face is buried deep into a pillow when Richie finally comes up.  He smirks at how settled she’s already gotten.

“You sleeping already?” He asks quietly, and her eyes open to smile at him.

“No, ‘m waiting” She hums, before snuggling her face back into her pillow.

“Waiting?” He asks, and walks closer to hear her better.

“Mhm”

“For… Santa?”

“For you, dummy,” She giggles softly, and then makes a grabby hand towards him.  “Hurry up”

He laughs, and shakes his head at her, before kneeling onto the bed.

“I kinda thought I should sleep on the-”

“In here,” She whispers, hand finding his wrist and latching onto it.  “With me, please” She adds in a much softer voice, like she’s embarrassed to ask, and he knows that she is.

“Okay…” Richie hesitantly gets under the covers.  “As long as that doesn’t bother you”

“It didn’t before” She replies casually.

Her eyes are closed, but he smiles warmly at the comment.  He thinks she’s falling asleep, but he was wrong, because her hand trailed from his wrist so that her fingertips were pressed into his palm.

“Richie?” She calls quietly.

He hums.

Her eyes open, and she squirms a little closer to him, finding comfort in the heat he radiated.

Her fingers slot into the spaces between his perfectly, and she grasps his hand tight.

“You weren’t a quick fuck for me either,” She admits gently.

He can see in her eyes that she’s uncertain, that she’s nervous to say anything, so he squeezes her hand to reassure her that she can tell him anything.

“And I wanted you long before that night, I just… um…” She licks her lips anxiously before continuing.  “I didn’t think that you uh… actually wanted me, you know, like, more than…” She doesn’t finish her thought, but she doesn’t have to.

Richie gives her a smile, and then reaches his free hand out to brush his knuckles over her cheek.  She smiles back at the comforting touch.

“You’ll stay in the morning?” He whispers, and she nods, brows drawn together as her smile widens.  “Good” He breathes out in relief.

They lean in simultaneously, and their lips touch in a soft and sweet kiss.  (y/n) relishes in how her lips seemed to have his committed to memory, and she melts against him once again.

She pushes forward so that her body is flush against his, and her free hand is holding his shirt in a fist.  She’s filled with more love and lust and happiness that a girl can be, practically overflowing with it, even.

Richie pulls away too soon for her liking, tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear tenderly before meeting her gaze.

“If anyone asks,” He tells her, “That was our first kiss”

(y/n) giggles, and nods her head before kissing him sweetly again.

“Okay” She agrees.

His fingers comb through her hair for a few moments, and he contemplates laying here, like this, with her, for the rest of his life.  The quiet moment is so serene, so perfect, that he can’t imagine ever being happier than he is right now.

(y/n) whispers something, but it’s so soft that he only catches her lips moving.

“What?” He muses, and instantly there’s a pink blush blooming across her cheeks.  “What?” He asks again, this time chuckling at her bashfulness.

“I love you…” She murmurs, only darkening her blush.

Richie pulls her into his chest, wrapping her up in his arms as he cradles her close for the night.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” He responds with a kiss to the top of her head.  “Let’s do it right this time, okay?”

“M’kay” She hums back delightedly, already beginning to fall asleep in his arms.

It took months of agony and confusion to get here, but it couldn’t be clearer now.  This is what love was supposed to feel like.  She hadn’t learned to love before because that’s simply not how it works.  Her heart already belonged to someone else, and she hardly even knew it.  But now, it and she were all his, and he’d take good care of them.

[ i guess that’s love, i can’t pretend. ]

___

taglist: @fiantomartell​ @lemonypink @darling-egg​​

xoxo ~ jordie

#it 2017 #it 2019 #richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier scenario #richie rosier fanfiction #finn wolfhard #bill hader

[dameferre]

can we see a snippet from the "penpals!" courferre one :0

of course! i will warn you this will. most likely never see the light of day BUT it’s based off of ‘the year of secret assignments’ by jaclyn moriarty, a... kind of ridiculous book i bought at a charity shop at like. age 10? or something

basically these three sets of teenagers are assigned pen pals at a neighboring school, and hijinks ensue, with one set of penpals giving each other secret assignments (hence the title), the other set of penpals being a girl who writes to a guy who uses a fake name (that plotline ends horribly, it would not have done so in my fic lmao)

one finally one set of penpals (a boy and a girl) decide to start having practice dates, so the guy can hone his skills and ask out a girl he likes, and the girl can critique his form, and... i mean i think we all know how this goes.

anyway, it’s half in letter format, half actual writing the story. here’s a snip! (under the cut because i. couldn’t help myself)

Official Assessment of the Second Meeting By Chance executed by The Lord of Flowers, Combeferre, henceforth referred to as the Subject, as reviewed by Courfeyrac the Ravishing, henceforth referred to as The Operative.

NOTES

When the Operative (and Guest) approached, the Subject smiled very nicely. It was a sort of surprised, warm smile that lit up his face. Did the Subject practice his ‘oh I was hoping to see you and I’m so glad I have’ smile in the mirror?

The Subject did a very good job of consoling the Guest, and as it turns out, the Subject’s height is not as offensive as previously thought, as he holds an umbrella perfectly.

The Subject was much more relaxed this time, and funny, and his hair fluffed a little in the humidity which was adorable. He had a great way of explaining things to the Operative without being patronising, and teased admirably. The Operative spent a good 80% of the walk laughing, but upon writing report can’t remember a specific instance of hilarity. The Subject should have more memorable jokes next time.

Overall, great work Combeferre. You’ll have Feuilly falling over himself to get to you in no time.

Yours,

Courfeyrac the Ravishing

--

Courfeyrac,

You seem to be losing your touch; that last review lacked the mildly insulting bluntness I’ve grown so accustomed to. Does this mean we’re becoming friends?

Anyway, I’m now, as you would say, ‘balls-deep in tech week’ and halfway through my descent into the deepest pit of hell. The entire production is an original script written by a friend of mine, named Jehan Prouvaire, who decided to rewrite the final scene this weekend. They’re my friend, have been for years, but even I wanted to murder them slowly. The cast is hard at work trying to learn the scene, while I had to stay late last night redoing all the cues.

The worst part of it is, the new ending is fucking fantastic, so we can’t even stay mad at them.

It’s exhausting. Literally exhausting; I got three hours of sleep last night.

Anyway, I’m writing this as a way of avoiding calculus homework. Not that I wouldn’t write to you if I didn’t have calculus homework, but it is harder to just ramble on about my life now that we’ve met in person. I don’t think I ever would have told you about Feuilly if we had met before we started writing. There was something in the anonymity that made it easier, like writing into a diary. I hope you don’t take this as an insult- what I mean to say is that now that I know you, I want you to like me. And by extension, I want you to know a lot less about exactly how lame I am.

Anyway, I wanted to say I won’t be able to make a meeting by chance this week, though I know telling you that ruins some of the fun. If I’m around next week, which is really looking less and less likely every time an actor misplaces a prop or mic pack and I am forced, once again, to weigh the pros and cons of murder, I’d be happy to accidentally run into you on my way home from school.

Side note- Avi(my brother) comes home next week, which lines up nicely with Mom’s birthday and means he’ll be able to see the show. It’ll be nice to have him back. I think you’d like him; he’s the attractive one in the family, and the extrovert. He’s also a mechanical engineer who medal-ed in track when he was my age. Basically, he got all the good genes, but he’s too nice to admit it.

Anyway, calculus beckons.

See you on the other side, Combeferre

p.s. Only you would practice a smile. Mine was genuine, I swear.

--

My Dearest Combeferre,

FIRST DAY OF PRACTICE STARTS TOMORROW HELL YEAH

I mean, yes, technically the other guys on my team have been practicing for two weeks but I have sadly been out of commission. BUT NOT ANYMORE BABY THE BITCH IS BACK

This will help distract me from the pain and yearning as I wait a whole week to see you again. I’ll be wistfully wandering the moors before Saturday, mark my words.

I’m also fascinated by the idea of a brother who’s you, but more attractive. Does it hurt to look at him directly? Do strangers fall in love on the spot? Is he officially considered a menace to society because he’s caused traffic accidents and ruined weddings by walking past at the wrong moment?

Someone should put a stop to him before things get out of control! No man should wield such power.

The idea that you, of gorgeous cheekbones, perfect hair, jawline, and eyes and face in general, notorious multi-tasker, valedictorian and walking encyclopedia, not to mention polyglot, could think someone else got the good genes means either you are humble to the point of actively lying to yourself or your brother is a minor deity.

Courfeyrac, I can hear you saying, flattery really isn’t necessary.

But it is! Enjolras, who I’ve mentioned before and is my best friend in the whole world, is gorgeous to the point of being inconvenient to look at. I’m a notorious flirt, I know this, and I’m good at it, but we’re not even in the same league when it comes to making people question their sexualities. He walks into a room and you can see half the people inside mentally decide they’re bi-curious. He’s also a raving lunatic and antagonistic asshole, which he openly accepts and takes pride in, but try to tell him he’s attractive and he looks at you like you’ve just suggested he’s got wings or a tail. So what I’m trying to say, I think, is that I’m used to people not realising how good looking they are. And bludgeoning them with compliments is my way of dealing with this.

Anyway. Getting sidetracked.

I’m flattered you use me as a method of procrastination! I’m gonna make myself a button that says ‘more interesting than calculus’ and wear it with pride. Also, is writing to pen pals not mandatory at the Academy? We’re given a half hour block during the study period. When we first started, Enjolras said the whole thing was “infantile and outdated and a waste of time”, but at this very moment he is on page six (6) of his latest aggressive correspondence to his mystery R, even though I saw what R sent him last time and it was, I shit you not, an envelope that was empty except for a tiny (approx. 3 centimeters long) rubber chicken. For context, the one before was a thorough analysis of wage inequality written entirely in pig latin.

I hope one day I meet this person, even if immediately afterwards they steal my kidney or turn me into a newt or whatever minor trickster gods do these days to pass the time when they’re not torturing my best friend.

Anyway, gotta go, stay sane, don’t kill anyone unless you really have to, and if so lemme know and I’ll help you get rid of the body. I know a guy.

Courfeyrac

p.s. I already like you, idiot.

#this little wip exercise is bad for me it makes me want to keep working on all of these lmao #elle writes things #elle answers your questions #anon #courferre

[xiaojusaur]

Pairing: NCT Jeno x Reader

Genre: Smut | Fluff

Warnings: Highschool AU, fingering, oral (receiving), protected sex, virgin reader, dirty talk

Word Count: 9.1K

Description: The cheerleaders' team and the dance team unite to make a historic presentation at a basketball game, that’s how you meet Jeno, the highschool cutie. You refuse to fall for his charms so you two become best friends instead. One day, you both let your feelings take over you and that’s when you discover you need him more than anything.

Whoever said being cheerleader was going to be a fun experience and that you don’t require any special traits, just a pretty face, was definitely lying. 

The game season was near and the basketball team needed your full support. This year they had practiced hard and seemed prepared to win. You were all positive for this season.

As part of a new dynamic, the dance team and the cheerleaders united to create new choreographies and have a better impact on the public. Also to hype the basketball team more. 

At first, it was all awkward to practice with new people, as you had to trust new guys to hold you or to throw you, but you built that trust with time. Soon you made new friends, apart from Glow who was always drooling over Renjun from the dance team, or Emerald who was always dying while looking at the dance team coach, Jaehyun, who was a college student. He was pretty hot, no lie.

You then realized you were in the same classes with some of the dance team guys, for example, cutie Jeno. He was in your math class but you’ve never seen him before. He had a cute face and seemed to be so shy that sometimes his head and personality didn’t seem to belong to his body. He was buff, his biceps were so big and his legs were so strong. Every time he flexed, his muscled would mark under his skin. In conclusion, he was hot.

He quickly became your friend for some reason. He started to tease you jokingly plus he was the one that the cheer captain assigned to be your partner. The first time you shared was on a Friday after practice. Some girls from the dance team invited you to grab some burgers and shakes, and he went with his group of friends. After you practically pushed Glow to finally talk with Renjun, Jeno tried to drink your milkshake, which resulted in a french fry war between you two. Then, the next Monday, you noticed he was in the same Math classroom. He sat by your side and since then he’s always bothering you. 

Though it came as a benefit for you since you weren’t that good in Math but he was, so he helped you a lot. You became good friends thanks to the time you shared together. Your friend Glow insisted he liked you but you always said that wasn´t true. You could never imagine Jeno liking you. He was like super popular and super hot while you were you, a potato in the cheerleaders' team.

Here you were at the school cafeteria, surrounded by a bunch of idiots who were laughing and making jokes as they ate. Being friends with Jeno came with a package called “his friends”. They called themselves the Dreamies since “ they were every girl’s dream”. Kinda lame but if they think that... Anyways, they were fun to be with.

“Guys! My parents are gonna be traveling this weekend. You know what that means, right?” said Haechan while chewing a piece of chicken.

“That we can hang out in your house till late?” innocent Chenle said with his eyes full of excitement.

“No! It means I’m throwing a party!” Haechan raised his arms in celebration with fork in hand.

“Oh yes!!!” All the guys started making noises, they were excited. 

Haechan was a senior so he was kinda wilder than the others. Though, most of them had their hormones out of control. Like Jaemin for example, he got a boner in the middle of the basketball practice. Everyone saw it but they played it cool and he was as if that was normal. Apart from the Dreamies making fun of him, nobody else mentioned anything. Probably it had to be with him seeing a peek under a cheerleader skirt. Yeah, he was that desperate to get laid, and yeah, he was hot as fuck, but it was that same desperation that scared girls away. From what you got to see he wasn’t bad... AT ALL!

“Maybe this time Y/N will join us,” Haechan interrupted your daydreaming moment. 

“Huh?” you looked at him confused.

“Will you party with us this time or are you gonna look for another excuse as always?” He was totally judging you because you always bailed on them when it had to do with parties.

“I will think about my excuse and let you know later,” you said winking at him.

“Come on! Our parties are fun!” said Jeno while throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Please! What do you do? Drink beer which is the only thing your body can bear and get laid with random highschool girls? No thanks!” you said as you took his arm and placed it back on his thigh.

“It should be fun! Maybe Jeno can finally get laid,” said Jaemin as he started laughing hysterically. Jeno hit his side so hard he was holding it but never stopped laughing. 

“What are you talking about, Na Jaemin? You haven’t stuck that D in any P yet,” Jeno threw his comeback. 

“But at least I have thought about it!” At this point, Jaemin was crying with laughter.

They were so awkward sometimes. You couldn’t imagine them at college when they get that kind of freedom. “Oh God, can’t you go a day without talking about getting laid or thinking about pussy? You guys are sick!” you said acting disgusted. 

“Hey! Jaemin started it!” Jeno defended himself. 

“Anyways, I’m going to the library. I need to finish homework before the practice or else I’ll never do it,” you said as you stood from the table.

“I’ll accompany you, I might need to do the same,” Jeno said following you.

“I’ll be meeting with Glow there,” you explained.

“Does that mean you don”t want me there?” he made puppy eyes.

“I mean, you can come but there’s gonna be a lot of girl talk in the process,” you joked. 

“I don’t mind. I wanna know the tea,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“We gonna talk with code names anyways, you wouldn’t know.”

“Fine then, I’ll decode it!”

“Ugh! You’re so annoying sometimes!” you rolled your eyes and kept walking. 

Jeno didn’t go with you, he just did it to annoy you because he knows what ticks you off and he likes using it to his favor. 

“Gosh! Could you be more obvious?” said Chenle while chewing his food.

“What do you mean?” asked Jeno confused.

“You’re head over heels for Y/N.”

“No, I’m not! I just like her. I’m sure that’s gonna be over soon,” he whined.

“Sure Jen,” uttered Jaemin.

“You shut up!” Jeno threatened him. “That was so embarrassing! She’s gonna think the worst now!”

“As if it wasn’t true! You’re dying to try that V,” his evil smile painted his face. 

“I’m not you!”

“Shut up, you virgin!” Typical of Jaemin, calling everyone a virgin when he was the biggest virgin himself.

You got to the library and Glow was already there working hard. 

“I’m here! Gosh!” you said agitated as you placed your books on the table. “Those guys are so weird, I needed an escape.”

She laughed and asked, “What happened now?”

“They are having a party this weekend because Haechan’s parents are gonna be out. They invited me again, but you know, I don’t party,” you opened the notebook.

“We should go though! That’s my chance to get Renjun!!” She said a little too loud for the library and people quickly started to shhh.

“Oh yeah, and then you’ll leave me alone for Renjun’s ass. What about me?!” you said acting betrayed.

“One gotta do what one gotta do! I need to get that D!” she was passionate about it. “Besides, you got Jeno, I’m sure he won’t leave you alone.”

“He is a guy! He’s probably gonna be smooching a hoe in a corner,” you said in disbelief.

“Oh please! Y/N, he’s into you. If anyone’s gonna be in that corner is gonna be you,” she wasn’t gonna surrender easily.

“I don’t think he likes me that way,” you rolled your eyes.

“You’re right. He likes you in all ways and all positions!” she started laughing.

“GLOW!” you gasped.

“Okay, let’s do something. If Jeno texts you in 10 minutes or less we’ll have to go to that party. If he doesn’t, I’ll go alone anyway, because I’m not wasting my opportunity of getting Renjun. Deal?” She raised her pinky expecting you to make a pinky promise.

You rolled your eyes and gave her your pinky too, “Fine!”

“That’s also gonna prove that he’s whipped for you,” she smiled acting cute and innocent. THIS SNAKE! 

A few minutes later your phone vibrated and you were nervous about looking at the screen, so you ignored it. After a few minutes, it vibrated again so your friend said with a smirk, “Are you gonna get that?”

“No, I’m busy,” you pretended you were reading.

“Bullshit! It’s Jeno, right?” a laugh was starting to form on her face.

“I haven’t looked! I don’t want to!” You threw your phone inside your backpack.

“CHEATER!!!” Glow screeched and everyone in the library shooshed.

“Oh my God, you’re embarrassing me here, please stop,” you giggled nervously.

“Hah! There’s no way you’ll get your ass out of this one now,” she chuckled. 

“What?” you were confused.

“Does your phone bites?” you heard Jeno’s voice coming from behind you. You closed your eyes, pursed your lips and heavy breathed because, shit! This was unfortunate. You looked back and said, “I did tell you I was gonna do homework, so I’m kinda busy here”.

“Anyways,” he said as he pulled a chair and sat with his chest against the back of the chair, his strong arms leaning on the edge. Gosh! Was he attractive! “I was asking if I should wait for you when we’re out of the practice.”

“I don’t know. If you want,” you said not looking at him, distracted with your homework.

You heard Glo fake coughing. You knew what that meant. 

“Nothing special, just thought I could accompany you home since I’ll be staying at Haechanie’s house to help him with a project, and since he lives near you well...” he explained.

“Sure,” you nodded.

“You can stay at her house if you want,” said Glow smiling evilly. You shot her with a killer glare, how dare she?!

“No you can’t, my dad would kill you,” you assured him.

He followed your friend’s game, “I can always climb or jump from your window”.

“Only if you’re suicidal that is,” you pointed out and they both started laughing.

The bell indicating that lunch was over rang and you all ran to your classrooms.

The practice went pretty normal, you danced, you flew, you made joked with everyone till it was time to go. You went to change to the lockers and went out along with Glow. 

When you opened the door, Jeno was there leaning on a wall, looking sexier than ever. He had a white sleeveless shirt and his hair was wet, brushed back except for a few strands that hanged to his forehead.

It hit you that you were finding him attractive lately and you didn’t like that. You swore to yourself you weren’t going to date anyone from there, less one of the most popular boys in school. But now you were seeing why every girl there drooled over him. He was doing nothing in particular, just looking at his phone yet he was impressive.

“Hi stupid,” you greeted him.

“Ah, so you’re finally out. I thought you were getting ready to go partying,” he said sarcastically.

“No, but I had to take off the sweat, you know,” you mocked back.

“Unless you like them salty,” your friend said being evil.

Your eyes widened and you hit her arm, but she just started laughing.

“Anyways, should we go?” you suggested.

“Sure, let’s go,” he beckoned you with his head.

“See you tomorrow, Glow,” you said goodbye to your friend.

He walked to the parking lot and for a moment you were confused until he said, “Oh yeah, I got a car now.” You were frozen, you were about to be in the same car with Jeno! These bitches could never!

“Cool! Please don’t kidnap me,” you said jokingly.

There was a black sporty car and he pressed the keys to unlock it.

“Damn it, I was plotting it,” he said laughing as he got into the car. When he saw you were outside not daring to open the door to get in, he asked, “Are you planning to walk or something?”

“I might,” you said finally opening the door. 

It smelled like new car, it still had the plastics on the seats. “This is nice,” you said, eyeing everything around.

“Thanks,” he said as he started the car. “My parents bought it for me since I have to go to practice, to the games, and so on... they don’t want to take me anymore,” he explained.

“I wish my parents were like that,” you rolled your eyes, implying he was spoiled.

“What does that mean?!” He gasped.

“That you’re a spoiled baby,” you pointed out.

“Whatever you say,” he dismissed you.

He looked hot while driving. Something so basic was turning you on, what the hell? But it was the way his fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel and how his arm veins popped.

You arrived home quickly since you didn’t live that far from school.

“See ya tomorrow,” he said goodbye.

“Yeah, thanks for driving me here. You’re the best!” You smiled.

“I know,” he could be so cocky sometimes.

“Oh, I take that back. You’re the worst!” You joked.

You got out of the car and ran to the entrance of your house, he pulled the window down and shouted, “You know that’s not true!”

You widened your eyes and shooshed him. Your dad must have heard that.

The day of the party you were full of anxiety all day. To relieve some stress you practiced harder even the cheer captain was impressed with your work. 

When it was time to go home, Glow walked with you since that was the excuse so their parents would let her go to the party. She was supposed to stay in your house, but if the plans went well, she would probably go with Renjun.

You girls got ready and by 9PM were about to walk to Haechan’s house. 

“How do I look?” Glow asked looking herself in the mirror.

“Smokin’ hot,” you replied.

“Do you think Renjun would look at me?” she sat on your bed.

“Totally! Look at you!! You look great!” 

You still thought it wasn’t a good idea to come to this party, but dream boy Jeno invited you and apparently if you said no, your friend would kill you, so you decided to wear your best mini skirt and walked over there. 

Your friend quickly spotted Renjun so she walked to him casually, leaving you by yourself.

At first, you couldn’t find Jeno between all the people in such a tiny house, but he found you just when you were thinking of turning around and returning home.  

“Hey! You came!” He looked so excited it ignited a spark inside you.

“Yeah! I mean, you guys invited me, right?” You gave him a half-smile. 

“You don’t look like you’re having fun. Let’s get you a drink to set up the mood!” He shouted over the deafening music. 

He grabbed you by the wrist and guided you to the kitchen. There were couples in every corner on your way, each of them with their tongue down the other’s throat. Teenagers were so weird, so full of lust and energy. You sometimes wondered if you really were one of them. 

Jeno brought you back to reality handing you a beer. “Here, let’s start up with this.” He opened it for you. You barely drank, heck! You barely even go to parties! But you played it cool and took it, giving it a sip fast quickly. 

Alone with Jeno here, you could appreciate him better. He was wearing black jeans and a black button shirt. His freshly dyed black hair was brushed back slightly, exposing his powerful eyebrows and his forehead. He really was sexy! 

While you were checking him out unconsciously, Haechan arrived at the kitchen and was chatting with him. 

“Oh! Hey! You are here! Welcomed! Is Jeno taking good care of you?” You just nodded in response. 

“Good! If he treats you badly you have my permission to hit him.” 

You laughed and said, “Will do!”

“‘Kay! Imma be around! See ya later!”

The party got more fun between dancing with Jeno and the drinks you two had. He was a great dancer, you could feel it on his hips that at the moment we’re grinding on you on a dirty dance. His hands were holding you tightly as if he was scared that you were gonna run away. 

You were more surprised with yourself because you were actually dancing with him. It must be the few drinks you had. 

When the song finished you quickly moved to the kitchen, trying to get some air from the heat of the events and to make you come into sense. But Jeno followed you there, you couldn’t escape him now.

Nobody was paying attention, you had the kitchen for yourselves. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked concerned.

“Oh, yeah yeah! I just needed some air. Too many people around me can be... overwhelming,” you explained.

“I totally getchu.” There was a brief moment of silence with just the music on the back. He noticed you were starting to feel uncomfortable. “Do you wanna go home? I can take you.” He offered.

“It’s okay! I don’t wanna interrupt your partying, but I do wanna go. I think I’m not that used to go to parties, I’m sorry,” you looked down to your shoes.

“Hey, it’s fine. Not all of us like the same stuff. If that were the case then everything would be boring.” He took your chin between his fingers and raised your head to make you look at him. 

You smiled at his response. You never thought of him as a romantic.

“I’ll take you home. I can always come back.” He gave you the sweet eye smile that always kills you without him knowing it. 

You didn’t live far either so you wouldn’t be taking much of his time.  

You texted Glow: “Hey, I’m going home. I don’t feel so well. Jeno is gonna take me so don’t worry. Hope you’re having fun! If anything goes wrong, call me, I’ll come to get you.”

When you got home, he parked in front of the house. Before you went out he talked: It was nice partying with you. You are fun.”

You smiled and said, “Aww, you’re fun too! Thanks for inviting me and for bringing me home.” 

He just hummed. You were about to get off again but he just locked the doors. “Jeno! Come on! Let me go!” You hit him playfully.

“No.” He looked into your eyes with a different look now. 

“Why not? My parents are gonna kill me! Come on!”

“Not before doing this.” He didn’t even let you process the expression, his lips crashed on yours, leaving you alarmed. But then you relaxed and kissed him back. 

His lips were so soft, and boy! Was he good with that tongue that quickly invaded your mouth, tangling with yours. 

As if this wasn’t the first time you did this, you followed your instincts and jumped to his side, straddling him. WHAT WERE YOU DOING?! Your mind was telling you to stop, but your body was telling you to proceed. 

He hummed in pleasure of what you did. One hand was pulling you closer by the waist while the other fidgeted with something on the side of the seat until you noticed what he was doing. He pulled back the seat, leaving you completely over him without stopping from kissing. 

Now his hands were on the back of your thighs, caressing and traveling under your skirt to grab your butt. He pulled back a little to get some air and he took a moment to say, “Fuck, baby, I didn’t know you were this wild.”

“I didn’t know it either,” you replied with a groggy voice.

He started kissing your neck, weak spot alert! You hissed and grabbed his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly to run your hands on his torso. You were greeted by a toned body and a couple of strong abs. 

“Oh baby, you’re this eager?” He said between a moan and a huff. His hand on your buttock started to play with the hem of your panties. 

Your mind ran wild with options. You imagined his fingers deep inside you and started to get aroused by the idea. 

“What if I fingered you right here, in front of your house? Hmm? Your parents must be waiting for you. What if they open a window and see us here? What is their innocent baby girl doing with a guy in a car? Hmmm?” 

The idea was appealing, you wanted him everywhere. You whimpered in response.

“Has someone else touched you like this before?” He asked this while his hand snaked under your skirt, inside your panties. You were eager to feel. Nobody has touched you like this before. 

“Hmm? Do I have the honors of premiering your body?” He smirked, you hated how right he was. And he knew because you were so responsive to every touch. He pushed you a little so he was laying on the seat but you were sitting on his lap, this way he had better access to your heat. 

Looking at you directly in the eyes, his fingers pushed your panties to the side and his middle finger slid right between your folds, he was so skilled! 

“Oh my god...” you said in a breathy moan. He gave you a loop sided smile and then started to move his finger in a circular motion, so slow it burned but it felt so good. “God,” he groaned, “you’re so wet it slides so easily, baby.” His bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Why does he have to be so sexy?! You responded with a moan. He then inserted a finger in your entrance, like testing how was everything down there. The stretch, even though it wasn’t much, bothered you a little. “Mmmm.... so tight. I bet this hole is so closed, just for me to stretch.” You weren’t used to this dirty talk but you discovered you were really into it. He was moving his finger inside you, so deep, your eyes wanted to roll back. It was a great feeling. “Fuck... Jeno, you’re great with those fingers! Ah!” You moaned in desperation. What was this? You wanted some form of release you couldn’t comprehend. You started moving your hips trying to reach what you were yearning for. “Do you like it?” He panted. “Shit! I love it! Please don’t stop!” You threw your head back, but then your butt pressed the horn of the car and you both froze in place. After the long silence, he started laughing uncontrollably and you did the same. “I think Imma have to stop. Your parents can come out at any minute so...” He returned the back of the seat to its place and you jumped to the passenger seat. “Yeah... umm... thanks for bringing me home and for accompanying me at the party, I really appreciate it,” you said while fixing yourself a little. “It was great, we should hang out sometime,” he smiled and he got off the car to open your door. He walked you to the door. You looked and him, and he looked at you. You felt a magnetic force pulling you closer and when you were about to kiss, your dad opened the door, which caused you two to jump and smile. “Hello, you two! I thought I heard something outside,” your dad said smiling. “I’ll... see you at school, thanks for bringing me home,” you hugged Jeno and he did the same. When you closed the door your dad was looking at you expectantly. “What?” You said holding a laugh. “Nothing. I’ll just pretend I didn’t see that,” he said laughing. “What?!” “How you were about to kiss. It was hilarious to see you two jump.” “Dad! You’re evil!” He shouted from the kitchen, “That’s my job as a dad!” You ran up the stairs to your room. You jumped to the bed to process everything that happened. What was that? You didn’t know, all you knew was that you wanted more.

The next day you woke up to see some texts from Glow:

“Bitch!! The plan is working!!!”

“OH SHIT WE GOING HOME!!!”

“We gotta talk about this!!! I need you first thing in the morning!”

You had a text from Jeno too. Seeing his name on the screen made your stomach jump:

“Hey, I hope you can sleep tight, I just wanted to let you know that it was fun. I’m sorry if I stepped off boundaries. We need to talk so whenever you have time please text me. I’ll pick you up.”

That last part, in particular, made your head spin considering what happened in his car last night. 

You replied to Glow first: “Where are you? Are you alive?”

She answered almost instantly: “At Haechan’s, wbu?”

“I’m home. Can you walk? xD”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! OF COURSE I CAN!”

“Then get your ass here! Hurry! My parents aren’t here!”

A few minutes later you head knocking on the door so you ran downstairs. When you opened the door there she was, a whole mess but with a great glow. She was happy.

You ran upstairs again so she could fix herself a little. Once Glow was relaxed she gave you details of what happened with Renjun. But then, she asked what happened with Jeno, “So! Your text included that Jeno brought you here... did anything happened?” She was looking at you expectantly.

“Uhh.... no?” you hesitated.

“You don’t sound so sure... SPILL IT!” gosh! was she loud!

You rolled your eyes and said, “Fine! So we kissed...”

She didn’t even let you finish and she screeched, “FINALLY!!!!”

The smirk on your face gave that it was more and she understood, “OH?! There’s more?!”

“Yes, there is. But if you don’t let me finish I won’t tell you,” you warned her.

“Okay, sorry...”

“So we kissed... and something more,” you started laughing.

“Oh come on! I told you everything!!! Now is your turn!” She hit you.

“Okay... so we... oh my god this is so embarrassing...” you covered your face with your pillow.

“JUST TELL ME!!!! I GAVE YOU DETAILS!” Glow was desperate.

“Okay, so we did stuff but not the WHOLE stuff, you know what I mean?” 

“So you sucked his D?” she was so explicit sometimes.

“No! He just did stuff with his hand, but then my dumbass leaned back and honked with my butt, so we panicked and we couldn’t finish,” you did a pouty face.

“OH?! So you wanted more!” She jumped on the mattress. 

“Yeah? Kinda...” you blushed.

“I mean, you can have a dick appointment. You just gotta tell him ‘Baby, I wanna finish what we started’. I’m sure he won’t say no.”

You told her about the text message and she went wild. She gathered up her stuff and went home quickly so you could talk with Jeno as soon as possible.

He came to pick you up at 4PM, you were nervous about what were you gonna talk about. What would you say?

As soon as you got in the car you could feel the tension. You both were silent, as neither of you wanted to break the ice.

He seemed to be driving without destination, probably waiting for you to say something. You decided you couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

“So....” you threw in the air to start any convo.

“Yeah?” You could see his hands tighten the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“To a park nearby, I feel we’re gonna be relaxed there,” he assured.

“Okay.... So? Did you go back to the party?” You wondered since Glow didn’t mention him there.

“No, I went home. I- I was tired...” he stuttered. Was he lying?

“Oh... alright.”

“Did your dad said anything?” That was a weird question.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “he actually opened the door on purpose to interrupt us, you know.... dads things.”

Jeno chuckled but said nothing else.

When you got to the park you both started walking around in silence again, until he couldn’t anymore.

“So... about what happened last night... I wanted to apologize if I crossed any boundaries between us... It must’ve been the alcohol,” he explained, looking for an excuse.

“Jeno, it’s okay. I...” you stopped for a moment looking for the right words, “I kinda liked it.”

You saw his eyes widen so you quickly explained, “I kinda started it. I don’t kmow what happened to me either, but I also apologize if I made you think something wrong. I’m totally fine if you decide we should stop talking...”

“Are you insane?!” He interrupted you. “Why would I stop talking to you? That was... fine.”

“It was...?” You asked unsure.

“Being honest here, I liked it.” He confessed.

“Alright then,” you shrugged.

“You’re a naughty girl!” He quickly blamed you.

“I never said I was a saint,” you smirked.

“Oh? Well judging from what I know, I thought you were a prude.”

You gasped, “Oh no! Did I disappointed you? I’m sorry,” you said sarcastically.

“Not at all, conversely... I’m interested,” he wiggled his eyebrows, getting closer to you.

You pushed him away, “Fuck you!”

“You wish baby,” he pulled you closer to him by the waist. You tried to break free but he just held you tighter.

“So... what are we gonna do now?” he was hesitant.

“You’re asking me? I don’t know, what do you want to do?” No pressure at all.

“I really liked what happened between us,” he admitted.

“So did I, Lee Jeno,” you looked him in the eyes.

“Do you perhaps... wanna repeat it?” he asked hesitantly.

You remained silent until you were passing behind a wall. Just when you were out of sight of everyone, you pulled him abruptly by the arm, making him crash with you against the wall. You kissed him fiercely and he responded instantly. “Does this answer your question?”

“It surely does,” he huffed but started kissing you again.

From this point, your friendship with Jeno was based on stolen kisses behind a wall and hot make out sessions at his house after practice. You would lie to your parents saying you had a really hard homework, he would say he was going to help you with homework so his parents would let you in his room. Sometimes things got too heated and he ended up on top of you kissing you wildly on his bed, but nothing more than heated kisses.

Jeno knew you were a virgin and he respected that. He only did what you allowed him to do. He was leaving it up to you, whenever the time was right and you were comfortable you would let him know. He once asked you if you wanted to do something more and since you got awkward, he just assured you he could wait.

Nobody suspected a thing, or at least that’s what you thought. People around you noticed something was happening when your connection at the practice got better.

The game was getting closer so the practice was getting harder.

The night before the practice, the usual group of friends went to eat some burgers and shakes. Apparently, that was a good luck ritual.

While eating, Glow asked, “So, Y/N, how’s everything with Jeno?” in front of everyone.

Was she really about to expose you?

“What do you mean? Everything is normal,” you said acting confused while looking at Jeno alarmed.

“Oh, don’t come at me! We all know you’re either seeing each other or fucking each other. You got nothing to worry, we are kinda expecting you guys confess.” She smirked! So she noticed! Why didn’t she asked you before? You wanted to be angry at her, but what was the point? They all had you cornered, plus they all were your close friends. You looked at Jeno asking for a silent permission, he just shrugged. What a help!

“We... are talking I guess,” you blushed.

“HAH! I knew it! Jaemin, you owe me 5$!” Chenle celebrated.

“Fuck you, dwarf! I don’t owe you shit!” Jaemin scuffed.

You don’t really know why didn’t you say anything. They were your friends and they would support you no matter what. Plus, they shipped you.

Today was the day! The big game, the final that would tell who was the champion of this season. The cheerleaders and the dance team had united to support your high school basketball team the best you could, and apparently, it was working because they made it to the final. You were preparing since morning, practicing hard and then relaxing. You were gonna stay at Glow’s house since you were sure you were gonna party, either you lose or won.

You were at the lockers, finishing the last details on your makeup. Everyone was ready on the bleachers. Jeno entered to look for you as you were about to start. When he saw you in your cheer uniform, with your makeup and all, he got excited. You saw him through the mirror and smiled widely. “Hi baby,” you said cheerfully. “Hey princess,” he said as he laid his chin on your shoulder. “I came to rescue you, we’re about to start.” His arms wrapped around your waist, getting closer to you. He kissed your cheek sweetly but then, his voice didn’t match the action. “You look so sexy in that uniform. I don’t know if I would be able to contain myself around you.” “Well you better keep your delicious hands off me because I wanna dance in peace,” you turned around and pecked him on the lips, as a response, he grabbed your ass, making you jump and giggle.

The game started and you all were giving your all on the court, cheering for the team, doing your routines. The audience loved the mix of the dance team and the cheerleaders and were pretty pumped.

The game was about to end and it was tied, so you were cheering louder and harder. You even cheered for Jaemin, promising that if they won, you would hook him up with one of the cheerleaders. Jaemin being Jaemin, he was giving it all to get that. When there were only five seconds left, your school team scored the final shot to win. The whole place starting roaring with excitement, you guys started jumping and screaming. It was the first win of your school in a long time. You were making history!

After all the celebration, you guys went to party getting some burgers, but you changed the milkshakes for beers this time. In the parking lot of the place, Jaemin was in his car smooching with one of your cheer-mates. Everyone’s hormones were on the roof due to the excitement. Glow was all over Renjun, you bet they were gonna end up tangled again. Jeno and you were pretty awkward around every couple. You liked each other a lot, you would make out in every chance you got, but not in public! But being honest with yourself, you were feeling kinda eager tonight. You don’t know if it was because of the happiness you were feeling or because everyone around you was getting something tonight. Jeno saw you kinda uneasy and asked, “Are you okay? Want me to take you home?” “I told my parents I was going to stay at Glow’s, but from what I’m seeing I don’t think she’s even going to her house!” You shrugged. “We can go home if you want to,” he suggested. But then quickly thought that sounded desperate so he added, “We don’t have to do anything. We can just cuddle and sleep.” He gave you his adorable eye smile. “What about your parents?” you reminded him. “They’re out of town, I have the house for myself,” he winked. Gosh! He was so attractive! “Fine then... we can do that,” you surrendered. “Let’s go then,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You walked to Glow to inform her, “Hey, I’m going with Jeno.” “You what?!” She gasped. “Don’t be dramatic! We’re just gonna sleep, we’re tired,” you explained. “Suuuuure,” said Renjun, not buying it. “Go have fun, honey! Wooo!” She screamed and the whole place turned around to look at her, she was so embarrassing sometimes. “Jeno! Come here, boy!” She called him. When Jeno stood by your side she continued, “Use protection! We don’t want another Teen Mom episode.” “Glow! Omg, stop!” You were so embarrassed. But Jeno always followed her games, “Don’t worry, this is a no baby zone,” he assured.

Like that, you guys went to his home like it was something normal. Midway you realized you were about to sleep at a boy’s house, behind your parents’ back. So rebel! He parked the car in front of the house, as usual, and waited for you to get off. He opened the door and looked everywhere, making sure there was no one but him and then he let you in, locking the door behind him. He walked to the kitchen, probably out of habit. “Can I use your room to change?” You asked him shyly. “Yeah babe, make yourself comfortable,” he said as he took a sip of juice. You walked upstairs to his room to get changed. You were kinda nervous. Being alone with him was making you feel weird. You didn’t know how to act or what to do. Anyways, you started getting changed taking off your cheer uniform and folding it to place it in your backpack. You were just in underwear when suddenly Jeno opened the door. Your first reaction was to cover yourself with your arms. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! I’m not a pervert I swear!” He was talking too fast. Something inside you told you that you liked being watched by him like this, so you dropped your arms. He eyed you from head to toe and back up. You could see the fire in his eyes and he could definitely see yours too. “Jen...” you whispered. “Yes, baby?” He said softly, getting closer to you. “I-“ you thought well what you were about to say. “I think I’m ready.” “For what?” He knew, he just wanted to make sure. “To do that thing we both have been wanting for so long now...” you said in a sultry voice while wrapping your arms around his neck. “Hmm? Are you sure?” he smiled. “Mhm...” you nodded. “What made you change your mind?” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “Well... I think I like you very, very much,” you tilted your head to one side, embarrassed about this confession. “Oh really?” He asked teasingly. “Mhm,” you assured. “I like you too, for a long time now actually,” he admitted. “Really?” you were actually surprised. “So you weren’t pretending? You actually didn’t notice?” he was shocked. “No... I thought we were very good friends... and then friends who just kissed...” “Well no, I really like you. Now you know,” he pinched your cheek making you giggle. After a long moment of silence, you in his arms half-naked, he said softly as if he was unsure, “So... you wanna spend the night with me?” “Yeah...” you blushed, so you looked to the floor. “Look at me,” he said in a breathy tone and you complied. He kissed you tenderly, placing his hands on each side of your face. Quickly, it got heated and wild. You pulled him, getting him closer if possible, he ran his lips to your jawline. He laid you down on his bed gently, never stopping from kissing you. He climbed on top of you and quickly threw his shirt on the floor. His lips reached your neck, making you arc your back in pleasure but he held you down. Your hands reached to his bareback, feeling every muscle flex. Jeno whispered in your ear, “I’ll make you a woman,” with the sultriest voice you’ve ever heard, it gave you goosebumps. You felt his warm hands everywhere, you didn’t know what to do. He was going lower, and lower, and lower, his lips running over your breasts, down your torso, over your navel, and back up. He was driving you insane, he clearly knew how to do it. “Should I take this off?” He asked pulling your bra. You just nodded because you were speechless. He started by sliding the straps off your shoulders, taking his time to caress every inch of your skin. You lifted your back a little to help him, as he snaked his hands to your back to unfasten your bra. As soon as he had you exposed, his hands traveled to both of your breasts. He squeezed them softly, pinching your nipples on the process. Then he got closer to your chest, his mouth dangerously close to your nipple. He looked into your eyes while taking your nipple between his lips. He licked and nibbled, making you gasp from the sensation. A shot of electricity went straight to your core, making you bite your lip. He switched to the other breast while his other hand traveled south. His forefinger starter hooking the hem of your panties, but he was unsure, so he asked, “Can I?” “Please, Jeno... make me yours...” you whispered. His fingers snaked under the only piece of cloth covering your body. He went back to suck on your nipple while his finger slid between your folds. You sighed while he hissed, “God, you’re so wet...” He started drawing circles on your clit. Then he inserted a finger making you gasp and then moan, “Oh...” He was looking at you directly in the eyes, maybe to make sure you were okay. He moved his finger inside you a few times  before groaning more to himself than to you, “Fuck, this is so tight.” He inserted another finger, the stretch burning. His fingers moved so deep inside you, it was giving you a new pleasant sensation. You felt delicious tickles starting from your pelvis, spreading to other parts of your body. “Shit, I’m gonna make you feel so good baby,” he said through hooded eyes, trying to go faster but your panties were a nuisance. He stopped fingering you to pull them down, making you raise your legs. He got a peek of your dripping pussy and licked his lips. “Mmm... that pussy’s got to be so sweet,” he said under his breath. You bit your lip in response, you loved it when he talked like that. “Would you let me taste it?” he asked in a hoarse voice while dipping his head between your legs. “Please Jeno,” you begged while running your fingers through his locks. He didn’t even wait for you to get ready, Jeno quickly gave a long lick between your folds. You felt as if the air was punched out of you and the only thing you could do was gasp. His tongue assaulted your heat, licking all the wetness or adding more, you didn’t know exactly. Every time he flatted his tongue you felt like screaming because it felt too good. You moaned loudly and he smirked. Jeno then surrounded your bundle of nerves with his lips, giving it a hard suck and then a tender lick. Your eyes rolled back from pleasure and your fingers pulled his hair hard, but he didn’t seem to mind it, he just hummed which drove you crazy. At this point, he was devouring your pussy, you could hear the lewd sounds of slurping as your orgasm built inside your pelvis. You keened, “God! Jeno! So good!” “You like it?” He asked when he stopped to take a short break to breathe. You nodded rapidly in desperation, he just chuckled and continued with his ministrations. You thought you were gonna explode there, but he wasn’t going to let you, not before fucking you properly, so he stopped with a pop and a gasp. He groaned, “Oh! So good! This pussy is so good!” It made you shiver the way he talked to you, you wanted to have him all. “Please fuck me Jeno,” you said in desperation. “You want me to fuck you?” He replied with a husky voice. “Yes! I want you to make me remember who dicked me first,” you growled. You couldn’t believe what you were saying. What happened? He hissed before saying, “Fuck, baby. I’m so hard!” And you could see it, the strain in his pants, plus he ran a hand over it. “Let me look for a condom, I’ll be back,” he winked and walked to a drawer, from which he knew exactly where to fish it. He had a smug face when he walked back with it in his mouth while pulling his pants down. He was adorable even when he was about to wreck you. Jeno then pulled his boxers down, his length springing free. His dick was so pretty: average length, average girth with a pink tip that was glowing with pre-cum. He rolled the condom down his shaft and climbed to the bed again, kneeling between your legs. You were so nervous, you felt your stomach tighten in anticipation. He could see the fear in your eyes, so he gave you a smile to calm you down. “Hey, are you really sure?” He asked for your consent once again. “I really don’t wanna push you. I’m okay with just cuddles and kisses,” he assured. But you were ready for him, you were ready to give yourself to him, so you nodded and smiled at him. He uttered an “Okay” and then held his length to start looking for your entrance. He saw the panic in your eyes again, so he caressed your cheek and said softly, “You’re gonna be okay. I’ll be gentle with you.” You smiled at his assurance and felt relaxed. “Imma need you to open your legs a little wider so I can fit better,” he said running his fingertips on the insides of your thighs. He didn’t need to say it, with that action you did it automatically. He placed his tip on your soaked heat, rubbing it to find your entrance but only with that you were already heavy breathing. When he finally found it he whispered warning you, “I’m going in sloowwlyy...” he dragged the last word while he pushed himself into you. You felt the piercing pain of the stretch and pursed your lips and shut your eyes trying to breathe, but it was too much so you whimpered. “Oh... Jeno...” You squeezed his biceps. He was concentrated with his eyes closed, still not stopping until he was deep into you. You let out a moan you were holding in, discovering that it actually helped with the pain. “Are you hurting?” He asked concerned. “Mhm!” You could only mutter. “Should I stop?” He was looking at you in worry. “No.... just let me adjust...” You took a few deep breaths and now the pain was ceasing. “Can I continue babe?” He was making sure you felt better. “Yeah...” When he pulled out he groaned, “Ugh! Fuck, you’re really tight, baby.” You didn’t know if to feel proud or not. He went in slowly again, hissing and then pulled out. It was starting to feel good, you almost forget about the pain. He got closer to you, embracing you while he thrusted you nice and slow. Your hands ran down his broad back, squeezing and scratching. His lips were close to your ear so he could whisper dirty things and drive you insane. “Oh baby, you feel so good. I was waiting for this moment and it was so worth it,” he confessed, making you moan in response. “Yes, moan for me princess, let me know you feel good too.” He was so deep into you, you felt his tip hitting a spot that made your toes curl. “Fuck, Jeno... it feels so good,” you cried. “Shit baby, this pussy is the best. So warm, so tight, just for me to stretch it, mmmm...” he bit your earlobe making you moan. If he kept that pace he was gonna cum in seconds, so he asked, “Can I go a little faster?” “Yeah,” you breathed. He started snapping his hips harder, reaching even deeper into you, making your eyes roll back with every thrust. “Ah, yes right there!” you screamed reaching for his butt. The sound of his thighs hitting yours was sinful. “You like it there? Hmmm?” He said through greeted teeth. “Ugh yes! Fuck me Jeno, fuck me harder,” you got wilder and he aimed to please because now he was drilling you with such force, the bed was complaining. He was kneeled to reach deeper into you and to get a view of your whole body. “Gosh! You look so sexy baby, you take me so well and your tits jumping, mmmm I wanna eat you whole” he bit his lip while stretching a hand to squeeze your boob. At this point, you were a moaning mess, you couldn’t control yourself but apparently Jeno loved it.

“You sound so cute when you moan my name,” he breathed as he caged you again between his arms. He loved being as close as possible. His body heat was a plus in this fervent situation. You felt secure in his embrace.

“Kiss me,” you said looking in his eyes, and he did, he kissed you messily and sloppy, with all the passion he was holding inside. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and had your face on the crook of his neck, occasionally kissing him there. You could hear every sound his mouth was emitting, every grunt, every sigh, every sweet nothing he said to praise your body.

“Gosh, you’re so beautiful. How can I be so lucky,” he whispered in your ear. Even when he was thrusting you hard, he was making you blush. You wished this would never stop.

You started feeling weird as if something inside you wanted to snap, some delicious tickles were taking over your legs. “J-Jeno...” you panted.

“I-, I feel like I’m gonna explode,” you couldn’t describe the feeling.

“Ugh, I know baby, you’re clenching me really good,” he groaned.

Was this an orgasm? All you could say was, “Please don’t stop!”

“I’m gonna make you cum, I won’t stop until I have your legs shaking,” he assured you.

You were there, hanging by a thread. You just needed something to snap and Jeno knew exactly what it was because he kneeled on the bed again, licked his thumb and started rubbing your clit. This made you shiver and scream, the feeling was too much.

“Let go, baby girl, let me have your first orgasm,” he said smiling proudly.

“Fuck! Jeno! This is too much!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“Come on, princess,” he encouraged you. 

With one last press to your bundle of nerves you exploded. Your body started to shake uncontrollably, your back arched on its own, your eyes rolled back, and you screamed louder than before. 

Jeno held you by the waist through it all, he slowed down his pace, enjoying the feeling too. You could hear him in the distance, “That’s it... oh my God... so tight... you look beautiful, baby.”

When you came back to your senses he was slow thrusting you, reaching for his own release. Jeno was concentrated on the feeling, with his eyes closed, feeling you whole. “So good,” he whispered, “I’m gonna cum”. With a few thrusts, he exploded in the condom. You could feel the pumps, as he grunted and crashed over you. “Mmmmm... fuck... so warm”. After a few seconds, he stopped. 

He was still over you, trying to catch his breath again. He kissed your cheek and brushed back your hair. “How are you feeling?” he asked groggily.

“I’m great,” you smiled.

“I came so much...” he confessed, “I bet the condom is full to the top.”

You laughed at his sudden revelation, “You’re so nasty!” You were back to the friendship you two shared.

“Hey, that’s natural! Besides, I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a while. Do you know how many girls I turned down? You can’t judge me when I finally got the pussy of my dreams!” He was being overly dramatic.

“Oh shut up!” you pushed him to your side, making him pull out of you finally, making you wince. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said getting out of bed, all naked. You supposed he was going to the bathroom.

A few minutes later he shouted from the bathroom, “Hey baby! Wanna shower?”

You accepted his offer since you were all sweaty and sticky.

In the morning, you woke up with a ray of sun hitting your face. You were gonna turn around but your body was sore from last night making you hiss. Jeno had his arm over your waist, pulling you closer the moment you moved. 

You heard him mumble something in between “What’s wrong?” but you weren’t sure because he was still asleep.

You took a moment to appreciate his beauty. His long lashes rested lightly on his cheeks. His tiny mole near his eye looked so cute and his rosy lips were pouting. You felt the urge to kiss him, so you pecked his lips. His pout instantly became a smile and he opened his eyes slowly. 

“Good morning,” he said in a deep voice, caused by morning hoarseness.

“Morning,” you replied softly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Kinda sore... my body hurts,” you admitted.

“That’s normal. I’ll give you some pills,” he was so kind.

“So... is this gonna be a one night stand?” you asked out of nowhere.

“Well... only if we can have another one night stand in the future,” he joked. “Y/N, I really like you. I wanna date you and give you all my love and take your hand in front of the whole school and kiss you behind the lockers. So... would you be my girlfriend?”

He really just asked you out after all the night events, but of course, you said yes, you were madly in love with him.

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Part 26

Wednesday, March 18th, 2020 3 days before graduation.

(Misaki stood in the kitchen making coffee, it was early the next morning, Usagi was still sleeping, as for him, he'd been up since five cooking, he was tired he needed Usagi god he needed him, they were both tired of waiting, in just three short days they could have sex again, but it couldn't come fast enough. Misaki, was cooking everything and Usagi had binged every greys season on Netflix, today he was stating Gossip Girl. Usagi walked down the stairs grinning at the younger boy, there was food everywhere, Misaki smiled at him handing the older man a cup of coffee).

Usagi: (Kisses Misaki on the cheek), Thank you, baby, still on your cooking binge huh? (He smirked sitting on the couch, turning the TV on).

Misaki: (He gave Usagi a harsh look while wrapping the food up), If I don't all I will think about is sex.

Usagi: What's wrong with that?

Misaki: Shut up, I know you've been thinking about it too.

Usagi: I know, but still.

Misaki: (He groans putting the rest of the food away except for what he was planning on having to eat today, then walked over to Usagi, leaning down behind him, he whispered into his ear), Hey, you know what would be really sexy?

Usagi: mmmhmmm, What's that? (He took Misaki's hand, kissing it).

Misaki: If you did the dishes.

Usagi: okay.

Misaki: Wait, really?

Usagi: Yeah, but only if you let me rub your chest.

Misaki: How does that help you?

Usagi: I love the feel of your chest.

Misaki: But doing the dis-

Usagi: It helps both of us, and rubbing your chest helps both of us.

Misaki: If I get hard, there's nothing you can do about it.

Usagi: (Smirks, leans back looking at the younger boy), I know, but I don't like the tension between us. We gotta do something. I'll do the dishes. (Stands, kiss Misaki's head)

Misaki: Okay, well thanks.

Usagi: You're welcome, (walks into Kitchen), Um question? how do you get the soap off?

Misaki: Shut up! (He giggles throwing a rag at him).

Usagi: (Catches it, sticking his tongue out), I know what I'm doing.

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Usagi: Okay, I'm done,

Misaki: (Smirks from the couch, motioning to at the older man to come towards him).

Usagi: (He smiled walking towards the younger boy, leaning down he wrapped his arms Misaki kissing him hard, he reached under Misaki's shirt feeling his bare chest, working his way up to his nipples, they were hard. Misaki was moaning his mouth).

Misaki: (He pulled away breathing hard), Usagi, I- Ah, (The older man continued playing with his nipples, he knew he was going to explode). Usagi!, he leaned back against the couch, pulling Usagi against him. Stop, It's too much, it's been too long.

Usagi: (He pulled back falling against Misaki), I'm sorry, I got carried away.

Misaki: It's okay. (He smirked, he could tell Usagi had gotten hard), You're hard.

Usagi: (Chuckles), So are you.

Misaki: Um, if we just rub against each other, with clothes on I guess that would be okay.

Usagi: Right, yeah that makes sense.

Misaki: But, I want to sit on your lap, so move. (He pushed Usagi off him who smirked, sitting up, the younger boy sat on his lap facing him, he trusted against him causing friction, he felt his body warming up, then let go all at once, moaning loudly he fell against Usagi satisfied).

Usagi: Well, I'm glad you came so fast, but I can't.

Misaki: What?

Usagi: I'm having trouble.

Misaki: Really?

Usagi: I was close, and you stopped.

Misaki: What do you want me to do?

Usagi: Keep going.

Misaki: Okay.

(Misaki sat up, he wrapped his arms around the older man, trusting against him as hard as he could, both of them moaning loudly, Usagi ground, he wrapped his arms around Misaki's waist holding him tightly, throwing his head back he finally let go).

Usagi: Fuck Misaki, (He smiled Kissing the boy). I love you.

Misaki: I love you too, (He looked down into the violet eyes of his fiance, god he loved everything about this man), I miss you. (He whispered softly, pressing his nose against Usagi's).

Usagi: (Running his hands through Misaki's hair), What do you mean, I'm right here.

Misaki: No, I mean I miss you.

Usagi: (his eyes widened, understanding what he's talking about). Oh, I miss you too, but that was fun.

Misaki: I want you inside me Usagi.

Usagi: It's only a few more days baby, for now, we can kiss,

Misaki: I love kissing you too.

(He smiled pushing Usagi's head against the couch, exploring his mouth like it was new territory, both moaning hard. all they wanted was to be with each other again, but this was something they loved doing, kissing for hours on end was something they could do forever).

FRIDAY MARCH 20TH, 2020, ONE DAY UNTIL GRADUATION.

(Misaki leaned against the brick wall on the balcony early Friday morning, he'd already made coffee and eggs for Usagi when he was up and ready for it. The younger boy smiled to himself, tomorrow he would graduate and he would go on vacation for three weeks with the love of his life to celebrate, they wouldn't have to think about anything except being with each other, it was a good feeling).

Usagi: (Smiling at the younger boy, he snuck out on the balcony, wrapping his arms around him, Misaki jumped slightly, sighing in relief once Usagi's arms wrapped tighter around his body). You okay? you seem kinda jumpy this morning?

Misaki: That's cute, maybe you'll learn a lesson about sneaking up on people.

Usagi: (Shrugging, he kissed Misaki's neck). Did you sleep well?

Misaki: I always do when I'm wrapped in your arms.

Usagi: That's sweet. So, do you want to know where I'm taking you for your graduation trip?

Misaki: Yeah! (His eyes lit up).

Usagi: Okay, come here. (he pulled Misaki into the living room where his computer was sitting, pulling him on the couch beside him he pulled up a website for a hotel called Good Morning Zaimokuza). what do you think?

Misaki: Looks amazing. You got the loft room right?

Usagi: Yeah, we had to have the ocean view, the only downside is we have to share showers, but when I called they said no one was booked while we were there.

Misaki: For the whole three weeks? What did you do, rent out the whole place?

Usagi: They also have a really nice bar, let me see if I can find it...

Misaki: You rented out the whole place.

Usagi: I don't want to share showers with other people.

Misaki: Usagi!

Usagi: I invited Eri, She can have the other room, at least we'll know who we're sharing a shower with.

Misaki: She won't want to be away from Rose that long.

Usagi: They can only come the last week anyway.

Misaki: You're nuts.

Usagi: Nuts for you baby.

Misaki: (Rolls his eyes), What else are we going to do? got any other plans?

Usagi: I do, I have a lot of ideas written down...

Misaki: There's a but coming.

Usagi: One that I wrote down might be kind of lame, so don't make fun of me.

Misaki: What is it?

Usagi: The Musume of lit.

Misaki: That's so cute.

Usagi: You think?

Misaki: I want to do whatever you want, this trip isn't just about me graduating, this is about us. (He looked at Usagi grinning, placing a hand on his thigh), I'm fine doing whatever, as long as it's with you, you know that.

Usagi: (Smiling, he kisses Misaki on the cheek), I know, I love you.

Misaki: I love you.

Usagi: Okay, I have more ideas...

Misaki: Are you sure we have enough packed? (He huffed sitting the last of his bags by the front door).

Usagi: (Laughs), You alone have three bags.

Misaki: This is all of our stuff, (he pointed to the bags), We have a bag for comfy clothes, nice clothes, and then extras.

Usagi: (Walking over to the younger boy, he leans against the door leading to the mudroom), and extras are?

Misaki: You know, just whatever we need, laptop, chargers, notebooks...

Usagi: (Raising an eyebrow), Notebooks?

Misaki: Insterpation could strike. (He took Usagi's hands), I know it's a fun trip, but what if you get ideas for books? You never know. (He pulled a camera out of the side pocket of the third bag), I'm also bringing my camera, you know in case...

Usagi: Interpretation strikes, got it. (He lifted the younger boys chin, looking in his emerald eyes), I appreciate you thinking of me, (Gentrly places a kiss on his soft pink lips), Thank you Misaki.

Misaki: You're welcome. Wanna go grab cheap burgers for dinner?

Usagi: (Laughs), That sounds perfect.

Saturday, March 21, 2020, Midnight, fourteen hours until graduation

(Misaki and Usagi laid together naked, their bodies laced together, Usaki caressing Misaki's face, they talked in a whisper, something about it being this late at night made them want to talk softly).

Usagi: Are you nervous?

Misaki: About what?

Usagi: Heh, you graduated in less than fourteen hours.

Misaki: Why should I be nervous they call my name, I walk up there, and get my diploma. I just have to sit through a bunch of lame speeches... (Misaki laughed looking at Usagi's face then reached up pushing his hair back), Oh, but I'm sure yours will be great Babe.

Usagi: Thanks, (his tone was sarcastic), anyway, my speech is last so if you fall asleep on everyone else's I won't care.

Misaki: Oh, is your speech going to be like in Fifty shades? You're up there handing out the diplomas?

Usagi: I can't believe you watched the movies.

Misaki: Excuse me! we went to see all three together! And, you have all the books.

Usagi: Hey, it's a romantic story!

Misaki: That's what people say about your BLs.

Usagi: Those are about us! (He glanced away), Okay, most of them, over half. I said in the books with you Akihiko found a new lover.

Misaki: I know, don't explain it, I don't want to think about fake you and my fake brother, (he shivers), It's weird.

Usagi: (Wrapping his arms around Misaki's neck, pulling him closer), You're my one and only, you know that right?

Misaki: I know. Anyway, you know what else we have to do tomorrow?

Usagi: We don't have to.

Misaki: I think we should before we go on the trip, but I think Isaka and Eri should be there when we do.

Usagi: Well, (He cleared his throat), Okay, I know we're having lunch after the ceremony, that should take an hour, then we can come back here, and tell the world that you're the person I've been in love with for four years.

Misaki: In April, it's going to be five.

Usagi: I can't believe it, we've been through a lot huh?

Misaki: Yeah, you know, I've gotten so use to my ring, sometimes I forget I'm wearing it. I-I don't forget I'm en-

Usagi: You don't have to explain, I know what you mean. Sometimes when the light hits it right, I get giddy knowing I'm getting to marry you.

Misaki: I take it off when I do the dishes, I'm scared I'm going to lose it down the drain.

Usagi: (Worried look), Is it to lose?

Misaki: No, I just don't want to take any chances.

Usagi: Don't take it off.

Misaki: Usagi.

Usagi: Please, don't take it off, ever... I know you're scared you might lose it, but please always keep it one.

Misaki: Okay Usagi. I'll keep it on.

Usagi: Thank you.

Misaki:( Wraps his body tighter around the older man), Usagi?

Usagi: Yeah?

Misaki: Can you write a new series about us?

Usagi: What do you mean?

Misaki: One that's not BL, starting from the beginning, I don't mean the very beginning, but maybe when I moved in with you, or I don't know write a series about a kid who needs a tutor and ends up finding the man he's going to spend the rest of his life with.

Usagi: You don't want the fake us in the BL to get engaged?

Misaki: I do, but people won't know it's us.

Usagi: I let it slip.

Misaki: I don't know how many people realized, if they did, it would be a bigger deal.

Usagi: I'm going to tell people it's me.

Misaki: I don't want my brother to know you know you felt that way about him.

Usagi: He won't.

Misaki: He will, what are you going to say to him if he reads those?

Usagi: That Eri thought it would be funny, and I couldn't think of any other name, and the first name to pop into my head was his because he and I were close at the time, but then when you and I met I changed the name because I wanted to use the person I was dating and in love with, and how I didn't think it would be fair to use someone else's name even if it's a fake series.

Misaki: You got it all planned out then huh?

Usagi: I do, but chances are he won't read books like that.

Misaki: How do you know.

Usagi: (Scuffs), Don't you think he already knows my Penn name?

Misaki: What?! Then why did you get so worked up the other day in Isaka's office?

Usagi: Because, if I wanted people to know my Penn name it would be on my terms, not his.

Misaki: I freaked out on him, I thought I was protecting you.

Usagi: (Presses forehead to Misaki's), You were just not in the way you thought. Thank you. You're the best assistant ever.

Misaki: Yeah, yeah. I only do it because I love you. I bet Isaka has a list of stuff all ready to go for when we come back.

Usagi: Let him, we can handle it.

Misaki: He wants to do a book tour, four two months, I don't think that counts as a tour.

Usagi: Depends where it is.

Misaki: Oh, this is where I would come in, think of where you want to go, this could be fun!

Usagi: (Chuckles), one thing at a time, first, let's get you graduated.

Misaki: Fine.

(Misaki tucked his under Usaki's neck, the older man reached for the cover, pulling it tight around them, they fell into an easy sleep, with the blanket, their body heat, and scents it was always easy for them to fall asleep like this).

#junjou romantica #junjou romatica fanfic #usagi usami #usami akihiko #usagi x misaki #misaki x usagi

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The Good and the Bad (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: Axl x Reader

Words: 1,298

Request: @outofgoldenslumber​ “hey;) can I have an oneshot or imagine where reader had a real bad day today and she’s feeling hurt but when her new bf, Axl calls her, she fakes a happy, cheerful tone in her voice because she knows he likes her energetic and bright personality. But he can tell that she sounds different, and when he sees her at night after work he comforts her!”

A/N: Sorry for the late update! You would think it would be easier to write in this quarantine. Today’s topic: bad days. If you’re ever feeling down or helpless or hopeless, please reach out to someone! I’m always here for all of you if you ever think you don’t have anyone. ❤️

Taglist: @ubernoxa​ @the--blackdahlia​ @reigns420​ @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker​ ❤️

Boy, when it rains it really does pour, was your bitter and sarcastically drenched thought as another thing went wrong during your day. Nothing had gone right, unless you counted waking up with your health. And normally, you were exactly the type of person that focused on that sort of thing. You were constantly looking to the bright side.

Your friends called you sunshine. When they were down, they didn’t have to seek you out—you were just there, to be their shoulder, to make them laugh and smile. Your boyfriend had told you just as much as well.

“I saw your smile from across the room,” was the first thing he told you when he approached you. “There ain’t no way a girl like you doesn’t have someone, but please, tell me I’m wrong.” You had just laughed.

“I am actually single. I’m kinda focusing on myself right now.” You told him politely with a smile. There was something about him that interested you, maybe it was the blatant confidence he carried or the hidden depths of tenderness in his eyes.

“Can I help you out with that?” He asked, his lips hinting at a smile. You didn’t stand a chance from that day forward. “I’m Axl.”

Axl constantly told you the same things your friends told you; you were his ray of light. His band mates told you they had never seen him more stable, never seen him so content, so at peace. They were positive it was you rubbing off on him. You were seen as a gift from heaven, this little positive happy-go-lucky angel that fixed frowns and woes.

That was what you were known for, for better or worse. But even you had your limits.

These bad moments were thankfully rare, but when they hit, they were really bad. You could take a lot, you could normally rationalize, but you were also only human. Your day soon had you on the floor in a flood of tears, the laundry you were in the process of doing left abandoned at the realization that you were out of detergent—the tiny straw that had broken the camel’s back. There just seemed to be so much, all the obligations, if you were going to make rent, the fact that you felt like your clothes fit different and not even being sure if you were imagining it, having nothing in your fridge for breakfast, let alone dinner, your car was almost out of gas—it was everything today.

As you sobbed quietly to yourself, your trilling telephone broke through your quiet apartment. For a moment, you allowed it to ring and ignored it, until you started to feel bad about it. You cried a little more at the irony, you feeling bad about feeling bad, before you made your way over to the phone.

“Hello?” You finally answered into the line.

“...Baby? Is that you?” It was Axl. Your face stretched in surprise and you quickly began wiping at your tears as if he could see them.

“Oh, Axl, hi!” You rushed to sound normal, forcing a cheery tone to your voice. “Sorry, I-I was just, uh...doing laundry.” The other end was silent for a while.

“Are you crying?” He finally asked suspiciously. Damn it, he was always so observant.

“No! No, of course not!” You laughed woodenly. “I, uh, I think I woke up kinda...you know, allergies.” You lied lamely, swallowing hard as a silent tear rolled down your cheek. You bit your lip and stubbornly wiped the tear. “No, I’m okay. I promise.”

“...I’m just calling to let you know rehearsal will probably end a little earlier tonight. So, I’ll be seeing you the minute you’re off from work, okay?” His tone was stern, as though he knew something was up.

“Okay, yeah! That’s great! I’ll see you then!” You chirped. Maybe if you ignored the feeling and pretended, you could be in a better mood by then.

The rest of your day, you bottled up all of your fears and all of the stress and went on autopilot. But every rude remark you encountered at work knocked you down a step and had you constantly on the verge of tears. When you made it back to your apartment, you were exhausted, not only physically from work, but emotionally.

Axl was waiting on the steps outside of your apartment. To your surprise, he had takeout, flowers, and—for some reason—a small potted plant.

“Hey! What’s all of this?” You said as you approached him, instantly slipping back into your cheery façade. He gave you a look as he stood.

“Babe, drop the act. I know somethings wrong.”

“I’m just tired from work.” You lied. He sighed a little.

“Listen, Y/N. I know we haven’t been together for very long, but…I want you to know I’m here for you. But you’ve gotta let me in.” You could feel your composure slipping, and it cracked entirely when he said, “you don’t have to always be strong.” He pulled you into his strong embrace just as you began to cry again.

It was just you and him, bathed in the amber glow of a streetlight and the low hum of traffic from the street. You let yourself focus on the steady beating of his heart against your chest. His chin rested on top of your head and his hands pressed into your back, holding you steady.

“I just feel like I’m letting people down if I give in to any negative feelings. Like, how can I tell people to be positive and focus on the good if I can’t even do that?”

“Hey, you’re not letting anyone down, Y/N. You’re human too, fuck, everyone has bad days. If you didn’t feel the bad, you wouldn’t ever be able to appreciate the good.” You pulled back to look at him in amazement.

“You’re right. Wow, Axl.” You replied in shock. He chuckled in amusement.

“You’re the one that told me that. It stuck with me.” He wiped your tears thoughtfully. “Listen, if you’re ever upset again, I don’t want you pretending to be okay, you hear me? You don’t ever have to pretend with me.” You shrugged in embarrassment.

“I just...I mean, no one wants to be around someone who’s just miserable.”

“I do. I’ll be there waiting ‘til you’re able to smile again. Let me be there.” He reached down and picked the bouquet of flowers and extended them out towards you. You smiled, but focused on the plant.

“...Axl...did you get me a plant?” Suddenly, he looked sheepish and avoided your gaze, instead inspecting his cowboy boots.

“Well, I didn’t want to just...get you a cliché teddy bear or chocolates because that’s pretty lame. And I just thought, you know—I don’t know, I read that having a houseplant can kinda lift your mood. It’s a fern so it puts moisture back in the air and makes it easier to breathe, I guess. I dunno. It’s kinda stupid—” you leaned forward and kissed him silent, unable to stop yourself.

“That is so incredibly thoughtful. I love it. I think it’s my favorite thing you’ve ever given me.” He laughed a little in disbelief as you scooped up the little potted fern. “What should I name it?”

“Great, how am I ever gonna top a plant?” He muttered in amusement as he followed you inside your apartment with the takeout food. Suddenly, he replied to your question. “Hey, name it Izzy.” You turned and raised a quizzical eyebrow and Axl only shrugged. “It kinda looks like him.”

Your bad day seemed farther behind you as you looked forward to a new day, where you couldn’t wait to tell Izzy he reminded Axl of your new houseplant.

#axl rose #axl rose imagine #axl rose x reader #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #gnr imagine #gnr #izzy as a fern was just to make myself laugh lmao