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doobea · 7 months

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DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR - REO MIKAGE

synopsis: Being a college student sucks. Having a crush on your best friend also sucks. Your best friend having a crush on your other best friend is . . . kinda the worst. In which, Reo is hopelessly in love with you but you’re hard crushing on Nagi.

-> MASTERLIST.

contents: reo centric, second lead syndrome feat. fem!reader & reo, heavy narration, also in an au where bluelock never happened LOL, starts from past -> present day, mentions of unrequited confessions, country farmgirl!reader -> stem major in college, insert anime cliche of riverbanks and convos about falling in love, kinda proofed word count: 4K (HUH??) a/n: i wrote this while listening to shoujo openings - lets try and find a song suited for these two (eventual) lovebirds, shall we? 'mini-series' my ass idk why the first chap came out so long??? whoops.

SUMMER TRIANGLE -> next.

Reo can’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you.

He thinks it starts all the way back when you first transferred to Hakuho during his second year.

You were a quiet country girl whose parents had just moved to the big city all due to your father’s new job. And it was painfully obvious that it was your first time experiencing anything remotely ‘fancy’ when you came to school the first day. At the time, you were still wearing your old high school uniform, saying something about shipping getting delayed. Your skirt came almost all the way down to your ankles, your sweater vest had loose threads sticking around the edges, and your shirt still carried its creased marks.

To anyone in that school, you looked like an eyesore. Whispers about your family’s net worth, your relationship with the school’s faculty, and whether or not you cheated your way through the entrance exam began circulating.

From the moment you stepped inside the class, Reo knew you would get hell from the nation’s young elites. Reo thought by the end of the first quarter you would’ve dropped out and transferred to another school.

The first few months were rough, from what he observed. No one wanted to partner up with you for group projects, students would try to misplace your assignments, harsh messages were marred onto your desk earlier mornings before you arrived, and your gym clothes always went missing. But you stayed awfully silent, didn’t complain much, and quickly made yourself known to be the “weird, quiet farm girl”. Reo thinks everyone left you alone after you managed to score top ten in the class during finals week, despite the harassment. Still, even after all of that, no one bothered talking to you like normal and moved on to the next hot topic as if you were a dying trend.

Reo didn’t get the chance to talk to you much that year but, safe to say, he was pleasantly surprised to see you again the following semester. Instead of sitting all the way in the back of the classroom, you were seated by the windows. And the empty desk next to you? It was his.

Carefully, Reo placed his bag down on his desk, trying his best not to disturb whatever book you’re currently nose-deep in, and cleared his throat.

“Hi, I’m Reo Mikage,” he introduced himself and was taken aback when you stared at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. He figured it was because he was one of the first to genuinely say anything to you without any malicious intent behind his words.

As you softly mumbled back your name, the gentle cadence as it escaped your lips, coupled with the swift turn of your head towards the window, Reo couldn't help but be enthralled by how soft your features looked in the sunlight. You’ve always kept your appearances simple, trying to not shine too much otherwise the other students would start talking again but, for some reason, all of that made Reo drawn to you more.

While you were deskmates, the two of you didn’t talk much outside of classroom-related topics. And it was always him starting the conversations, not that he minded. Him being close friends with Nagi, who was also a social outcast, made Reo slightly more curious about you ever since the new semester started. But you kept your distance, for obvious reasons. So, after a while, he reached out to you only out of necessity.

Fast forward two months and Reo is found slipping a party invitation on your desk. Well, not specifically yours, but everyone’s desks. Word of his father’s business migration with another classmate’s family company spread like wildfire before journalists had the chance to write up a meaningless article and Reo was forcefully instructed to invite his entire class to celebrate for the occasion.

So he did.

And, of course, everyone and their parents decided to show up. There were a few students that he didn’t recognize, probably snuck in through bribery or faked the invitation — not that he ultimately cared. There were more than a handful of mothers who had proudly flaunted themselves at his father and more than a dozen other student’s fathers trying to network with Reo.

At seventeen, Reo told himself that this was something he should’ve gotten used to by now, but it honestly felt horribly embarrassing every time. Reo blocked out the comments about the lack of ‘fancier food’ and ‘decor’ in his own home and retreated upstairs to his bedroom with Nagi trailing not far from behind.

“How long do you think they’re staying for?”

“Hm?” Nagi briefly looked up from his phone, eyes focusing on Reo’s perplexed expressions as he lay in bed. The male shifts around in Reo’s office chair and taps away at his device with a shrug in response. “Dunno, when the food and drinks run out maybe?”

Reo ran a hand through his hair, brows furrowing more as sounds from outside gradually grew louder. “This always ends up happening and I don’t understand why can’t he find a reception hall to throw this.” He paused, listened closely to the voices and conversations, and scoffed. “Do you know what they’re saying right now, Nagi?”

“Ah,” Nagi frowned as a deflated noise emitted from his phone, indicating he lost a match. He went into another queue and bounced his leg against the floor in waiting. “No, what are they saying out there?”

“That they think I’ll be together with Rika by the end of this year.” Reo launched his body upright at the thought, lips pursed tightly.

Again, Nagi doesn’t bother looking up. He just landed in a new match. “That heiress? Doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Since when do you know anything about types, Nagi?” Reo was half expecting Nagi to say something dumb relating to those terrible romance novel games that he sometimes plays.

The other male shrugged again, eyes flicking up this time. “Just doesn’t seem like it, that’s all.”

“You—”

The conversation abruptly ended with a single swing of the door. The door frame nearly collided with Nagi's face, accompanied by a high-pitched yelp. Reo had invited the whole class, but this was one of the people he hadn’t really expected to show up.

You were almost unrecognizable. Hair straightened, over blushed cheeks, a lipstick color that was too mature on you. The dress you wore hugged awkwardly to your sides and the height from your heels seemed to be too tall for you to maneuver around. From one glance, he knew you were uncomfortable.

You clung to the door handle, attempting to steady yourself, evident signs of mortification settling in. “S-Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom.”

Those words almost sounded foreign to Reo. The only times you’ve spoken to him were in curt, stoic sentences either about math or science assignments. He’d never seen you this flustered or worked up before.

Reo snapped out of his inner thoughts when Nagi decided to roll out from behind the door frame with a hand over his nose. Nagi looked unphased, but the familiar dull sound from his phone proved otherwise.

“Made me lose another round,” Nagi said simply and Reo watched as you fidgetted around, almost appearing self-cautious now.

“I’m sorry?” Was all you said in response.

Reo was about to hop out of bed, the bathroom directions loaded on his tongue, until a herd of footsteps followed by loud giggles was ascending the stairs. “Wait, close the door; I don’t want anyone coming in here.” The last thing he wanted was his classmates messing around with his personal belongings.

You appeared even more bewildered. “Um, I still need to—”

“He has a bathroom in his room, don’t worry,” Nagi interjected.

You were quick to believed Nagi's words and shut the door before heads peeked from the staircase. Reo shot his friend a questioning look as you shuffle your way to his bathroom and Nagi merely shrugged once again. Reo found himself thinking, finding that his plan of hiding away had just gotten a whole lot more complicated and awkward with you being in the picture. They both stayed quiet until you walked out, eyes facing everywhere but the two of them.

Reo's voice jolted you back to reality. “Sorry if this sounds rude but why are you here?” Okay, no matter how he would've phrased it, it did sound rude.

You didn't seem to mind it, probably already used to the harsh treatment. “My parents saw the invitation and got excited. They bought all these things for me last minute and dropped me off. I only said yes to coming because they were worried I wasn’t making any friends.” You explained, your steady nonchalant tone masking a layer of vulnerability.

Reo felt vaguely guilty at the response. Maybe he should've skipped your desk altogether? No, that would've been borderline bullying, he thought. Still, you shouldn't have been pressured to go.

“Did you want to hang out here instead?” Nagi casually offered up as if it was his house too. “We’re avoiding everyone else.”

“Nagi—!”

“What?” Nagi blinked at Reo in confusion, cocking his head slightly. “It’s written all over your face.”

He doesn't even know what expression he's making right now. All that Reo hoped was that you don't end up saying anything weird the next day. Not that he assumed you would be the type but, judging from how his guests acted earlier, he felt safer keeping his guard up.

There was a momentary pause, and then you gave a small nod, eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and relief. “Only if you’re fine with it.”

"Shouldn't matter to us," Nagi answered.

Reo considers this particular moment to be the turning point in your close friendship. It was his party, but almost everyone attending seemed to have forgotten his whereabouts soon after he disappeared.

At first, he was hesitant to talk about his thoughts or just about anything really, but Nagi didn't seem to care. As you and Nagi engaged in a somewhat awkward conversation about video games – or rather, Nagi half-scolding you for making him lose – Reo, after finally getting tired of listening, spent the remainder of the time venting about the various students and teachers at school.

That was nearly two years ago.

As the first year of college draws to a close, the three of you, on a spontaneous whim, decided to host a modest celebration in Reo and Nagi's shared apartment, only sending out invites to a handful of your close classmates.

You arrive about two hours before everyone else with the cake and drinks in hand, letting the door shut behind you as you rush into the kitchen. Nagi’s sitting on the countertop in the corner, attempting his best to unravel some of the cheesy party decorations that you insisted on getting, and Reo is pouring a weird red jello shot mixture into tiny plastic cups in the living room.

The three of you haven’t realized just how busy everything would be after starting college. Hangouts would only be frequent maybe once or twice a week, but everyone’s schedule was all over the place. You had your three-hour labs, Reo signed up to become Treasurer and President for two student organizations, and Nagi pretty much slept all day as soon he came back from lectures. Now, with this year finally coming to an end, Reo is finally looking forward to spending more time with everyone with summer nearing.

“Do we really need this many streamers?” Nagi is sighing as he swings his legs back and forth.

He managed to string a couple of them into long-wrapped strands but gave up halfway. There’s a bag of animal headbands next to him, so he fiddles with them next, claiming a bear-themed one for himself.

You set down the items on the counter and waltz over to his side, immediately fishing through the bag for your own pair. “We do and—,” Reo watches your lips upturn right as you reach over to Nagi, adjusting his headband and fixing his hair in the process. “—the bear suits you well.”

Nagi hums in thought and leans into your touch, seemingly unaware of your flustered state. “Think so?”

“I—uh yeah, you’re like a big bear sometimes…”

He helps you dig through the bag and pulls out a headband with cat ears. Without hesitation, Nagi tucks your hair back slightly and carefully places it onto your head. A satisfied faint smile makes its way onto his face. “It looks cute on you.”

Reo almost spills the remanding liquid all over the coffee table from the scene and breaks away from the before it evolves into something more. He hears you trying to say something back, maybe a ‘thank you’ or a compliment, but it comes out as incoherent noises and soft mumbles. And, although tonight is supposed to be reserved for a well deserved celebration, Reo can’t help but to think he doesn’t even feel like he belongs in his own apartment right now.

“What do you think, Reo?” Nagi calls out.

“What do you mean?”

“Doesn’t she look cute in them?”

Reo pours the last bits of the liquid into the cups and glances over. It takes everything in him to not turn the slightest shade of red because you look do look ridiculously cute in that headband.

He sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry. “Looks the same to me.”

You roll your eyes and blow one back. “I was gonna assign you the bunny eared one but now you’re getting the rat.”

Reo chooses to not say anything back, not that it really mattered. He gets up and places the empty pitcher into the sink and focuses his attention to the dining room. The table is a bit messy, cluttered with stacks of his business textbooks and your forgotten stationary supplies. He has food catered that’ll be arriving within the next hour, so he spends this time cleaning and setting up the area.

Their dining room goes vastly unused with how often Reo and Nagi eat out. Because of this, Reo settled with a small table tucked in the kitchen corner that’s mainly used as a storage area rather than eating—so it’s kind of nice seeing it finally being used for its intended purpose.

It’s you, him, Nagi, Chigiri, Isagi, and Bachira that eventually congregate around the area. Before the party, Reo tells his friends not to bring any gifts or extra food, but they show up with them anyway. Chigiri brings over a really good sushi bake while Isagi and Bachira gift Reo a shitty Ouija board for whatever reason and… well the party is actually pretty nice.

Way different from all the other stuffy parties Reo grew up with and he thinks this might be the only party where he’s surrounded by people he cares about. No serious conversations about the family business or his future plans, just really lame attempts to call out whatever spirits Bachira thinks lives in their outdated fireplace.

“That was fun,” You say quietly after everyone else leaves.

The apartment is a little bit messy, even though Isagi did most of the heavy-duty cleanup. There are still some dishes piled up in the sink and confetti peppered all over the living area but Reo will procrastinate on that for tonight.

He’s sprawled on the couch, head thrown back as he melts his entire body weight onto the furniture, tired and socially drained for the night. He only looks to the side when you plop down in the tiny empty space next to him, face deep in thought and cheeks warm. Reo knows that look. He’s seen it maybe over a hundred times at this point.

It’s about Nagi Seishiro.

“I think I’m gonna do it tonight.” You’re whispering into his ear and Reo picks up on the sweet, subtle perfume laced around your neck. It seems like you had just applied it moments before coming over.

He forces a smile and glosses over a fake veil of excitement. “Oh, finally? You’re not going to chicken out like the last couple of times?”

You smack his arm, cheeks puffed out. “I’m not! I’m taking your advice for once. Better now than never, you know?”

“Yeah,” Reo says, maybe a bit too fast.

His mind is racing, along with the drumming in his chest, because you’re not joking around this time. The look in your eyes tells him that you’re serious and he feels really confused. Reo has been encouraging you since high school to get with Nagi and, now that you’re actually following through, he doesn’t know what to make of it.

Maybe it’s his ego, pride, or just plain possessiveness that’s driving him mad. But he knows better than to wish anything but happiness for his two best friends. Nagi, although more introverted and aloof, has become more open whenever you’re around and you two do make a good couple—at least that’s what Reo convinces himself.

He finds himself dozing off against the balcony railing outside on the apartment’s porch while you go off to find Nagi in his room. Reo scans the area, taking in the dim orange lights from the street lamps on campus and the warm inviting late spring breeze. It’s a decent distraction.

The college campus is really nice, an old one, with lots of mature trees, and stretches of green between the buildings, all connected with little cobblestone walkways. It’s almost like stepping back in time because Tokyo is a large, sprawling city. Reo decides he likes it. It’s way different from his past life, very jarring from his lavish big, but empty, mansion with butlers and maids alike, his old home was so different than this new, slower-paced way of life.

Reo’s over himself when hears the porch door slide from behind him, he doesn’t need to turn around to know that it’s you. And, judging from the way your body flops against the railing, he concludes that it didn’t go well. It’s strange, he thought Nagi would’ve reciprocated the feelings back at least a little bit. Reo makes a mental note to privately ask his friend about it later.

He avoids your gaze and continues to stare at the city skyline in the distance, waiting for you to say the first word.

After a while, you sigh. “Do you… do you think he’ll be uncomfortable around me?”

Reo feels his heart stuttering in his chest. “Of course not,” He answers quickly and relaxes when he sees the frown on your features slowly disappearing. “Nagi’s not the type to easily throw away a good friendship.” Reo knows that by heart.

You groan and bury your face into your palms, shrinking more into your oversized campus hoodie. “I’m so dumb, Reo…” Your voice comes out muffled and strained. “I should’ve never said anything.”

Reo wrestles with the thought that he’s an asshole for thinking quite the opposite. On one hand, he's relieved that you got rejected, but on the other hand, witnessing your heart break doesn't make things any easier for him. He’s still your friend at the end of the day.

He refrains the urge to extend his arms, grab your shoulders, and draw you into the warmth of his chest. Suppressing the desire to run his fingers through your hair, tenderly massage your scalp, and whisper that everything will be okay—that he's by your side. Instead, Reo opts for a laugh, presenting you with his credit card. “Let’s set him aside for a moment and concentrate on you.”

You peer up from your sleeves, immediately widening your eyes in disbelief and then shooting him a half-glare. “I’m not gonna be spending your money, Reo. You can’t fix a broken heart with that.”

“Yeah,” Reo softly agrees, face crescent fallen briefly before recovering. He shuffles towards you, just close enough so that your shoulders touch. “But I know where we can go.”

Your eyes sparkle at the idea, already knowing the exact location Reo is mentioning. There’s a quaint riverbank not too far from the campus and high school, the one that you would always go to whenever you’re feeling overwhelmed or upset. Reo knows that it reminds you of home, the countryside, and listening to the steady streams helps calm your nerves.

With Nagi likely cooped up in his room, the two of you sneak out of the apartment, and the night air wraps around you both like a comforting blanket.

By the time you two arrive at the riverbank, you find a comfortable spot to lie down near the top of the hill. Reo joins next to you, the cool grass beneath him contrasting with the warmth of his body. Slowly, the heaviness that lingered from earlier begins to dissipate.

Reo lies on his side, the night enveloping the two of you in a cocoon of solitude. His voice, gentle and warm, breaks the silence, "Hey," he faintly calls out your name. Patiently, he waits until your body turns to mirror his, until you're just inches away, and the distant sounds of passing cars fade into the background.

It annoys him how clueless you are, how you’re able to be physically bold and unapologetically yourself when around him but, when it comes to Nagi, you turn into a stuttering, blushing mess. He selfishly wishes to have that all to himself. “Why don’t you fall in love with me instead?”

Reo watches your eyes widen, mirroring the same motions you did when he first introduced himself to you, and your body reacts first before you’re able to construct words. You kick him, admittedly harder than he would’ve liked, followed by an immediate apology.

“That was a joke, right? Like a really, really, really bad joke?”

Pretending not to feel the pang in his chest, Reo rubs his shin and forces a chuckle, his arm thrown over his face to conceal any hint of redness that might betray him in the night. “Yeah, thought it would cheer you up somehow,” he lamely replies.

The sound of your huff and shuffling suggests you turned away, likely out of annoyance. Reo senses a momentary pause, and he thinks you might be on the verge of tears again until you murmur, “Love is so complicated.”

A twitch courses through him and he swallows hard against a lump in his throat before joining the conversation, “People do a lot of things when they’re in love. You confessing to Nagi tonight was out of love.”

“Yeah, I just wished it was easy to… I guess, understand.”

“Love happens randomly and doesn’t need reasons. If love was easy to understand then most of our world’s problems would go away.”

“Have you ever been in love, Reo?”

"I have," he answers truthfully. As you shuffle some more, he peeks from under his arm to find your face wide, brimming with curiosity. Reo sets his arm aside and smirks. "What makes you think I’m gonna tell you?"

You’re toying with the hem of your hoodie, looking like you’re about to jump to your feet. “Because I just got my heart broken tonight and I feel like maybe the least you can do is tell me who you like?”

“Let me think,” Reo fake ponders for a few seconds and then shakes his head. “Nah, don’t think so.”

You kick him again, this time very softly. “You’re no fun,” you whine, but there’s something so sincere to it that Reo’s heart aches again. “Can you at least tell me when you fell in love?”

His laugh comes out weak and hoarse, feeling the sudden need to look away but he doesn’t. Reo stares straight into your eyes because he knows that no matter how hard he tries, you’ll never get it unless he spells it out for you. “I became aware of it when I was sitting next to them.”

You start laughing, as he expected, but it's lighthearted and innocent. Reo doesn't feel insulted—at least not yet. “It was love at first sight?”

He's definitely a tomato right now, he can feel it in his face. “More like first interaction...” Reo mumbles out, now facing the river.

“Well, whoever they are, they're lucky to have someone like you crushing over them.”

“Yeah, I guess they are lucky.”

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disturbedbeautywrites · 1 year

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I love you, dummy - JJ Maybank

A/N: here’s a fluffy JJ imagine that I also couldn’t get out of my mind 💚

“Guys, I think I’m falling in love with her.” JJ was sitting on the porch of the chateau talking to John B and Pope, his head falling back against the wall. He had been your best friend since the two of you were in elementary school, but lately you were showing up in a different light.

He would see you walking around in his tshirt and your shorts and he would wanna hold you and never let go. He wanted to kiss you and tell you how perfect you were to him. He didn’t know when it happened, but he had started to fall. It was against the rules, he knew that, technically. But, he didn’t care at this point. “Dude, just tell her.” Pope the ever naive one spoke up and JJ just scoffed, taking a hit of the blunt between his fingers. “Yeah, Pope. Because it’s just that easy.”

“What are we talking about?” Your voice could be heard coming through the front door of the chateau as you walked outside and plopped down next to JJ casually. Your knee brushed against his and he swore he felt like he was going to explode.

All the boys looked at each other as you sat there for a second in the silence, your tongue clicking as you took a sip of the drink in your hand. “Oh… kay. Guess I walked out on something I wasn’t supposed too.” JJ shook his head and reached over to squeeze your knee, telling you it was okay.

“JJ is in love with someone and he refuses to tell her.” John B finally spoke up, earning a glare from JJ that would pierce right through him if looks could kill. You looked over at the blonde boy, your mouth dropping in surprise. “JJ! Why didn’t you tell me you jerk?!” Your tone was mock offended as you watched him turn a scarlet pink, suddenly flustered. “Who is she? Do I know her?!” Your voice was more and more excited as you realized your best friend, the one who didn’t believe in relationships, was now in love with someone.

“More than you know.” The words left Pope’s mouth and he and John B snickered before excusing themselves to go inside, shooting the two of you a knowing look. You just furrowed your eye brows together as you looked at the blonde boy beside you, fingers gingerly moving up to brush his hair out of his eyes. “J, we gotta go tell her. Come on! This is big!” You excitement was palpable as you bounced up and down in the chair.

JJ watched you with amusement, his eyes running over every single feature on your face. He was trying to memorize this moment and store it in his head in case this went horribly wrong. It would be the calm before the storm. He wanted to memorize how your eyes were lit up, your mouth was lifted in the biggest smile he had ever seen, and frankly you looked like a damn angel. He allowed his tongue to brush against his lower lip as he chuckled at your antics. You were now grabbing him by the hand and trying to force him out of the chair.

But, he just laced his fingers through yours and gently pulled you back to sit down next to him. “JJ, come on! She’s going to be the luckiest girl in all of OBX to date you. If she doesn’t realize that then she’s just dumb. Now, come on.” When you tried to pull him up again he cupped your cheek in his hand, leaning in to press his lips against yours. He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You were shocked, a small sound of surprise leaving your lips before you melted against him, your hand moving up to tangle in the hair on the nape of his neck. “You want me to tell her I love her?” His voice was deep as he pulled away from you just enough to talk, his eyes locked on yours. “Fine. I love you.” He reconnected his lips to yours again, all the passion and unexpressed emotions coming out all at once.

“JJ…” your voice was quiet as you pulled away, a smile on your lips and a blush on your cheeks. “I love you too, dummy. I have for so long.” Before you could kiss him again you heard a loud thump from inside, your body turning to see John B and Pope stumbling out the front door. Pope was holding his head as if he hit it and John B was cracking up laughing. Those damn spies. “Finally! Now we can move on with our lives.”

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splendidunboyfriendable · 5 months

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hold on (brian quinn x reader)

[I know this is a little random but you know what older men do to me. Trigger warning for mild descriptions of sexual assault. This is also posted to the japage3moondog ao3.]

Part One: Hold Me Back

Part Two: Hold Me Down

"So, what would you say is Q's biggest flaw in your relationship?" Joe asked.

"I love him," You answered. "but he can be a little jealous."

"In Q's punishment today," Sal started to explain. "we are going to be exploiting this flaw."

"We're gonna see if we can get him to punch someone in the face basically." Murr joked.

...

You had been dating Brian for almost half a year now. He'd kept your relationship pretty much just between the two of you, especially in the early months. The privacy was nice. Even though he wasn't a necessairily big celebrity, he still attracted some publicity and you weren't really the type to enjoy that.

Brian was your dream man. He was almost too good to be true. You could have serious, intelligent conversations with him but he could still make you laugh. He made you feel safe, loved and respected. Every moment with him was a cherished memory. His only real flaw was his jealousy.

Everyone who knew Brian, knew about his possessive tendancies. He would glare at every guy who looked at you when you were out. He was fiercely protective and shut down any joke or jab at your expense. He would keep his arm wrapped tight around your waist in public, keeping you close as possible.

As far as he was concerned, anyone who hung around you for too long was trying to get in your pants. He made it his mission to show those punks that you were happily taken. You knew part of it was just his touch-starved side but there was definitely some underlying insecurity you were trying to work through together.

He made you aware of the implications of dating him from the start - the show, his tight friend group, his insecurities. All thanks to doing a risky 20 questions on your first date. You were grateful that he was upfront, if not intimidated by his honesty.

Meeting the guys was like meeting his parents. It was a little awkward, given how well they knew each other but you got along fairly well. When Murr asked you if you were interested in being featured on his show, you were surprised that they wanted you to be involved.

You had to give it a lot of thought and they had to give you a lot of convincing but eventually you agreed. They were waiting on an episode where Brian would lose so they could use you in the punishment segment. Something involving random strangers hitting on you while Brian was forced to deal. Initially, you were hesitant to touch on such a sensitive part of your relationship but the guys assured you that they'd take the fall if anything went awry.

...

The guys stood outside of the club, riffing while they waited for the shoot to start.

"Q," Murr said, grinning at the camera."you are the loser of today's episode."

"And for your punishment," Sal explained. "you're going to the club!"

Brian rolled his eyes as the other jokers laughed at him.

"Why don't you take a look at this outfit, buddy?" Joe threw clothes at him that landed at his feet.

Brian picked up the shirt first - a cropped baby tee with the phrase 'SINGLE & READY 2 MINGLE' across the chest and 'GRAB MY ASS 4 MY PHONE #' along the back in pink, puffy paint. He chuckled, comparing the small size of the shirt to his chest. Underneath the shirt, laid a pair of equally small, booty shorts that looked like they would cut off the circulation to his legs.

"Uh, I don't think these are my size, fellas." Brian said, confused.

"That's 'cause it's not for you," Joe went on, between laughs. "it's for your lovely girlfriend."

Brian's pleasant expression dropped immediately. The thought of a random guy groping you made his blood boil. He subconsciously curled his fingers into tight fists at the hypothetical.

"While your girlfriend is out making some new friends," Sal laughed. "you're going to be behind the bar of this club behind us."

"And if you make any drinks wrong," Murr added. "let's just say we'll be upping the anti."

...

You put on the outfit the guys had chosen for you. You had to admit that it felt nice to be part of one of their jokes but you were nervous for the outcome. You checked yourself out in the club bathroom mirror. The shorts clung nicely to the curve of your ass, leaving a cheeky bit of flesh visible. The tshirt barely covered your bra, the text stretched over your chest. You smiled at your appearance, hoping that Brian would get to see you like this.

You checked the time on your phone, awaiting the start of the punishment. Sal had sent you a text, telling you to sit at the bar but not to order anything yet. You followed the instructions, picking the stool farthest from the noise of the DJ's booth. You were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in dinky bartender's garb.

"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning over the bar to be closer to you.

"They told me not to get anything yet," You answered. "your outfit's adorable."

"I'd say the same to you if we weren't here right now." He spoke through his teeth. "If anyone even looks at your ass, I swear to god, I'll murder them with my bare hands."

You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this.

"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."

You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose.

"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched.

"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him.

"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.

"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water.

Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist.

"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.

"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."

You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose.

"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched.

"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him.

"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.

"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water.

Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist.

"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.

You looked back at Brian, shooting him a sympathetic look as you danced with Sal.

"It's a pity we haven't spoken much before this." He said, twirling you to the music. "It does make this funnier though."

"Are guys really going to grab my ass?" You asked nervously. "I don't want Brian to catch a charge."

"It'll be fine, I'm here to make sure nothing gets too crazy," He assured you. "just relax and have fun."

You did your best to listen to him and focus on the music. You didn't go out often, especially not out to clubs, so getting to dance around was a treat. The music wasn't what you'd usually enjoy but there was something about the lights and the people around you that just made it perfect. Sal would shoot you a comforting grin every now and then, reminding you of the joke.

It took barely twenty minutes for the first guy to grab your ass. If you hadn't felt it, Brian shattering a beer glass against the bar would've felt it for you. You turned around to a stranger holding up his phone with his contacts open. Out of shock, you put in a bunch of random numbers so he'd go away. You looked back at Sal, jaw still grazing the floor. He had his fist in his mouth, cackling away.

You turned to see Brian trying to jump over the bar, Joe and Murr holding him back to prevent the murder that was about to occur. You mouthed at him that you were okay but the distance between you made it unintelligible. You tried to walk back over to him but Sal pulled you back.

"I'll talk to him, just wait here." He said. "Murr'll come over, we'll switch places."

You were definitely more stiff without the security of Sal by your side but Murr didn't make it a long wait. You were just waiting for the punishment to be over, trying to enjoy what you could.

"Q is totally going to kill someone tonight." Murr laughed.

You looked back at your boyfriend, Joe and Sal calming him down.

"How many guys have to grope me before this is over?" You asked.

"Only a couple more," He answered. "do me a favour, give the next guy Q's number."

You giggled at the thought of Brian getting a late night text from a horny stranger. The next guy looked about half your size and you could feel his hands shake even though the touch was only for a second. You dutifully put Brian's number in as your contact, leaving a winky emoticon next to some made up name. You didn't even have to turn around to know that Brian was fuming. Murr looked like he was about to die of laughter. You giggled along too, the humour of douchebags thinking they had a chance with you forcing up a chuckle.

The final switch was made, Joe taking Murr's place. He awkwardly danced next to you, glancing at Brian every so often.

"You having a good time?" He asked.

"I'm alright," You shrugged. "but, I'm a little worried about Brian's blood pressure."

"We'll get him on pills." Joe joked, making you laugh.

"Hey, baby." A stranger came up behind you and pulled you up against him by your hips. You froze for a moment, in shock of what just happened. After the realisation hit, you turned around slapping the man across the face.

"Where's my number?!" The guy snapped.

Joe signalled over club security, pulling you away from the creepy guy. The bouncer

"Holy shit," Joe said. "are you okay?"

"I'll live," You answered honestly. "I knew it was a possibility, I'm fine, really."

Brian rushed over to you, hugging you as tightly as possible. You reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him hold you. You could feel his rapid heartbeat thud against your chest. His breathing steadily evened out as he held you.

"God almighty, sweetheart," He whispered in your ear. "I'll never let that happen again."

"It's okay, Brian, I'm yours" You assured him. "I'll always be yours."

When you pulled away from the hug, you saw the guys huddled around you, looking shaken up.

"Is everything cool?" Sal offered you a sympathetic look. "We don't have to air this."

"Yeah, we can always put him in a cage with spiders." Murr joked.

"No, you should use this for the show," You said. "it's funny."

"You guys can head home," Joe made shooing motions. "we'll stay and film the outro."

Brian nodded at them, sliding his arm around your waist as he led you to the car. You rested your head on his shoulder, relieved to feel his hands on you instead of some perverted stranger. You breathed in his cologne while he gently rubbed your side.

"I really am fine." You said, looking up at Brian.

"I know, I know," He spoke gently. "you just seem cold. I can feel your goosebumps, honey."

He opened the passanger door for you, giving you a chaste kiss before getting in the car himself. He rested his hand on your thigh while he drove. You leaned against the window, listening to him hum along to the radio. You could still see a glint of anger in his eyes.

"Just so you know," He made eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "I'm going to destroy your ass when we get home."

#brian quinn x reader #impractical jokers x reader

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fantasylandloser · 1 year

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Protector

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: Idk Reader saves JJ

Warnings: gun, gun shot, fight, JJ thinking he doesn't deserve to be protected

A/N: Was thinking about this when I woke up

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JJ was a protector to the pogues. It was one of the things you loved liked about him. That protective trait only multiplied when he got that gun, but it was always there. When you first met him and the other pogues you didn’t talk much, and you didn’t stand up for yourself either. So, when JJ saw Rafe harassing you at a party you both were working at, he promptly spilled an entire pitcher of water on Rafe. Then he grabbed your hand and ran. You both lost your jobs but it didn't really matter, because that was the first time you felt like you were in safe hands. He’d been your best friend since then.

But because JJ was always protecting everyone it didn’t really seem like he had anyone protecting him. Even though he was the one that needed it the most.

So when that fight broke out at the movie night and Kie had jumped on Topper to save Pope, and you saw that JJ was alone, struggling to breathe, something in you snapped. You hated guns, swore to yourself that you would never touch one, but you picked up his like it was second nature. You don’t remember shooting it, you don’t even hear the loud curses or Rafe saying that you would pay for that. You just remembered JJ panting to get air back in his lungs, a dumbfounded look on his face as he made his way to you.

You didn’t realize you were shaking, not until JJ took the gun from you, tucking it into his shorts and whispering that it's okay. You remember the look in his eyes, like he couldn’t believe that you would do that for him. But then Kie screamed for the two of you to come on, so he grabbed your still shaking hand and the two of you took off behind them.

It had been about two days since then and JJ was being weird. You kept catching him staring at you. Or he would just linger around you and you could tell he had something he wanted to say and you wish more than anything that he would just say it.

You were never one for confrontation but this was JJ. You needed to know what he was thinking and why he was acting so strange, so when he went outside to smoke you followed him out, much to your nervousness.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You ask sitting beside him, legs dangling off the porch.

JJ blew smoke out his mouth letting a small grin settle. “I got no thoughts when I’m with this girl.” He says gesturing to the joint. He tries to laugh at his little joke, trying to be casual but you see through it.

“What happened to no secrets between pogues?” You ask softly, knowing it was his favorite rule to use against you, when you wouldn’t open up about something. He chuckled softly at you parroting him but it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You don’t like guns.” He states. You’re a bit confused but you nod in agreement. “I don’t.”

“You actually hate them. You don’t want to be around them. You didn’t even want to touch it when I first got it.” He tells you. You knew all that though.

“Right.” You agree again, unsure of where this was going.

“So, why?” He’s looking at you now, his eyes all soft and confused.

“Why, what?” You ask. Confusion muddling your thoughts now too.

“You know what. Why did you save me from Rafe? He wouldn’t have actually killed me. We all know that.” He tells you, but you definitely did not know that, because in the moment that seemed like exactly what he was trying to do.

“How is that even a question JJ?” You ask, sounding and looking appalled and almost sad that he asked. “You weren’t breathing.” You ignored the way your voice cracked. “You’re always protecting us, and putting yourself on the line. We see that.” You reassure him. “I’d rather die before I didn’t do the same.”

JJ didn’t like the sound of that. But he also loved it. “Look, I’m gonna be in the cut for the rest of my life, but you guys have a chance to be something-’” You had heard this from him before and you didn’t like it.

“You don’t get to blow your life saving us all the time, and then not expect us to do the same.” You interrupt. “At the very least you should expect me to do the same. ‘Cause I will, at every turn.”

JJ is holding back tears now. You see it, but you don’t point it out. “I’m supposed to protect you.” He says, his voice rising slightly out of frustration.

“And someone is supposed to protect you too. Lucky for you, you get me.” You intertwine your fingers with his. “For life. Okay?” You tell him.

His grasp on your fingers tighten and he looks away from you. You see a tear slip but you still don’t point it out. “For life.” He whispers back.

#fantasylandloserfic #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #obx fic #obx pogues #obx x reader #outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank angst

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 7 months

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"A trip down memory lane"- The kissing booth AU Chapter three

part 4 of 4 || series masterlist || previous part

pairing: modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader, side modern!Aemond Targaryen x modern!Floris Baratheon

summary: After beginning your secret relationship on a high note, it can only get worse. Or can it?

word count: 3.9k

warnings: kissing/making out, verbal and physical fighting, love confession, angst with a happy ending

Taglist: @fan-goddess

(If you want to be tagged in this fic or any specif character taglists, send me an ask)

“We´re supposed to figure out how not to get caught.” You try to stay focused on the discussion.

“No one thinks I have a girlfriend. It´s cool.” His tone is laid back. Almost irritatingly so.

“Yeah, because gods forbid anyone thinks you have a girlfriend.” You shoot back sarcastically.

“I have my reputation to think of.” He defensively holds up his hands.

“Really?” A huffed laugh escapes you, despite wanting to stay stern.

In the end you end up making out again any way. He is just too good to resist. Your lips move against each other passionately and your hips grind down against his. Small moans and groans escape both of you, but just as he is about to pull your shirt over your head, someone knocks at the door. Loudly and unrelenting. You trip as you try to get off the mattress, tripping over the rug floor and rolling underneath the bed to hide, just a millisecond, before Alicent comes into the room. You see her shoes dangerously close the bed multiple times as she walks around. You clamp a hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. The suspense is killing you. Eventually she stands still only a couple centimeters from the two of you. None the wiser to your existence

“Oh, don´t forget were going out on Saturday to celebrate your big news.” Aegon gives a begrudging sound of approval prompting his mother to remind him to be nice to you. “She has a crush on you.”

“Oh really? I didn´t know.” The smug laughter in his voice makes you roll your eyes in order to not give up your position.

“Yeah, you boys never do.” Alicent replies in a calm tone and finally leaves.

The moment the door closes behind her you are up on the bed. Jokingly hitting Aegon´s arm as the two of you share a laugh. If only she knew.

You spend every remaining free minute together after that. Wanting to make as many happy memories as possible before he went off to uni. He takes you out on dates to the cinema, the beach, the arcade and on long drives on the motorcycle with no particular destination in mind. You also visit that spot outside the city that he had shown you multiple times. It was the only safe spot you knew off. More than once you went out only to encounter one of your school mates or Aemond or one of your parents, who you were pretty sure were onto you already anyway. Ending up in having to hide behind corners or putting an empty popcorn bucket over your head multiple times. Your favorite was when you made your way back from the beach when you saw the guy that grabbed you at the beginning of the school year. Aegon noticed him before you and so he hastily put the motorcycle helmet over you and kissed you as passionately as he normally only ever did when you two were alone. Naturally it ended up with sneaking you into his room for some more private fun afterwards.

One afternoon when you spend some time with Aemond at the arcade, he suddenly turns to you with a serious look pulling down his features.

“What´s going on with you? You´ve been kinda weird these past weeks.”

“What do you mean weird?” You feign ignorance to his accusation.

“You tell me. Is it because you have no date for prom still? Cause if it is you can go with Floris and me. I bet she would love having you with us.” He threads his eyebrows together, trying to get a read on you.

Seeing this as good as any situation to finally confess what had been going on. You open your mouth to say something, struggling with the words, just as Floris joins the two of you. Leaning into Aemond´s side, they share a greeting kiss.

“Hey, it´s okay if we all go to prom together, right?” He asks her.

“Yeah, sure. The more the merrier, you know?” The smile she gives when she looks at you is so innocent you can´t help yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you close your mouth again.

“Yeah, it was about that. Thank you. That´s really nice of you.” You thank her quietly, deciding then that it just wasn´t the moment.

Still, it wears you down for the rest of the day. Eating away at you, that you still couldn´t tell your best friend about something that had initially made you so happy.

Days later you sit in the Targaryen´s garage. A small radio plays quiet music and you sit to the side, watching Aegon working on his motorcycle.

“Can you give me the toolbox on top of the shelf, please?” He asks as calm as you have barely ever seen him.

“Yeah, sure.” You go to get what he has asked for, but the metal box slips from your hand and comes down on your face.

It leaves a pretty nasty cut, which Aegon is quick to clean out. Just as he is about to grab a band aid though Aemond bursts through the door. The two of you whirl around, alarmed by the sound of the door. The younger sibling takes a closer look at your face and immediately starts to question if his brother was the cause for the damage. Saying things like he wouldn´t put it past him. His accusations work Aegon up quickly. The only thing that can prevent the situation from escalating then and there is you putting yourself in between them.

“Aegon, look at me! Look at me!” You call the older one back to reality.

Waiting until he physically relaxes, before pulling Aemond away. It is a shock that takes a while to stomach. However, once you do it gets just so much worse than you ever thought it could.

Aemond is onto you from that day on. Yet somehow, Aegon and you had managed to lure yourself into a false sense of security.

It is a day much like when you had hurt yourself. Aegon and you sat together closely, feeling safe in being the only two people in the house, talking about how best to tell Aemond about the two of you. Aegon leans in to kiss you. The door to the large living room space swings open and there your best friend stands before you. Catching you in an unmistakable situation.

He runs away before you get the chance to explain yourslelf and so you run after him. Of course, Aegon runs after you, competely dismissing your plea for him to stay inside.

“Aemond, wait. You weren´t supposed to find out that way.” You asseverate over and over again. Feeling the sting of tears on your lower lash line.

”From what it seems like I wasn´t supposed to find out at all.” He points an accusing finger at you.

“What?” You ask exasperatedly.

”Hey! It´s not her fault.” Aegon now puts himself into the conversation.

”Don´t get me started on you. Telling other guys to stay away from her to protect her and then you treat her like… Like that.” Aemond’s words become louder as his rage grows with every passing second.

”Alright, you may be smart, but you’re not all knowing.” Aegons fists tighten at his sides.

”So you two have not slept together.” Aemond turns now looking you in the eyes. The burning look in them rendering you speechless. “I knew it.”

”Aemond, that’s enough!”

”No! She has no clue what she´s gotten herself into with you and she deserve to know!” Their screaming match continues.

”That´s complete bull.”

His words seem to do the final trick, because in the next moment, Aemonds face lands quare across Aegons jaw. You yelp at the scene. Pleading with them to stop only to be ignored by both of them. Aegon tackles his brother with a running start. The thumb that the action results in pulls a gasp from your lips. Aemond struggle against him heavily. Still Aegon manages to hold him down for a while.

Once he frees himself from his brother´s grasp, he runs away again. You are not willing to give up on your friend yet though.

“So much for rule number 9.” He scoffs as he slams the door of his car shut behind him.

“I didn´t mean for this to happen. I promise.” Your tears fall freely, while he still fights his

“My whole life Aegon has gotten everything he ever wanted. The only thing that I had and he didn´t… was you. And now he has that too. You two really deserve each other.”

He pulls out of the driveway and drives away at a pace that makes you scared for him. He shouldn´t be driving in this state at all. You wince when Aegon comes up behind you and lays his hands on your shoulders.

“He´ll get over it. And now that he knows we can go to prom together. There is no need for secrets anymore.” He sounds hopeful, but that just aggravates you even more.

“I told you to stay inside. What is wrong with you?” You hit his chest.

“Hey, this is not all my fault.” He defends himself by holding your wrists still in the air

“Just leave me alone.” You pull yourself free from his grasp.

“No problem.” As Aegon leaves too, your thoughts are with Aemond. A little voice telling you that you lost him forever.

What follows the dispute are the loneliest weeks of your entire life. Aemond completely ignores you and Aegon has basically gone missing. It gets bad to a point where Alicent, in one of your talks, tells you that he might not be able to graduate if this continued. She also helps you though. Telling you that in her many years of friendship with your mother they had fought many times and now she couldn´t even remember what any of those fights were about.

So, reminded of rule number 7, you make a detour to the Ice cream place on your way to school the next day. Buying a cone of Aemonds favorite ice cream. No matter how mad you are at your best friend; you must forgive them if they bring you ice cream. Holding it out to him with the best puppy eyes you can muster, you are surprised when he wordlessly takes it. Only to get any bit of hope crushed immediately after when he throws it away on his way to class.

So you get used to doing everything from then on. Or at least you try to, but it just isn´t as much fun as it was with Aemond.

Only for it to change one gloomy evening. You had gone to the arcade alone as so often. Sipping on a slushy and just sitting around thinking how all of this could go so wrong, that you couldn´t even tell your best friend about this really good thing, that made you really happy and that he should have been happy with you about.

And as you are so lost in your thoughts, he walks in. Heading directly for the machine you usually spend all your time at. You hear the coins clatter once and let out a deep sigh debating if you should just walk over there and join him in another attempt to make up. Then you hear the clatter if the coins a second time. Realizing he had paid for you as well, you make your way over hesitantly. He doesn´t look at you or speak to you at all, but you see it as an olive branch.

By the end of the game, it´s like nothing had ever happened. The two of you laugh and hug and apologize for how everything went.

However even with the friendship restored and seemingly stronger than ever, Aegon was still missing. You try not to think about it too much, but that was a virtually impossible task. Everything somehow reminds you of him. No trips to the cinema or beach or library or whatever that Aemond and Floris took you on either alone or together remedied that ache. On the contrary. Whenever you see them, as happy as they were, you couldn´t fight that drowning sensation overcome you.

Now, prom should have given the perfect opportunity for that.

After taking the mandatory pictures at home and driving up the building that hosts the event in a limousine, you get some drinks and start to dance the night away. Rarely stopping for a drink. The planning committee had truly outdone themselves.

After a while the strobe light becomes too much and the music too loud, so you step outside for a break. Leaving your friends to dance alone for a while. The fresh night air offers a perfect opposite to the stuffy atmosphere inside and you use the quiet outside to calm down well.

You get back inside just inside for them to open the memory lane that has been constructed with candids and pictures from the previous year. It´s fun to reminisce in the memories and laugh again at the particularly funny moments captured. If there wouldn´t be so many pictures with Aegon in them, that work their hardest to force the tears back into your eyes. At the end of the long corridor the hall opens to another smaller area.

As the crowd in front of you parts, you recognize the kissing booth from the fundraiser. Before you get the chance to really react, Aemond jogs up to it and puts the blindfold over his eyes. Reaching one of his hands out for Floris to join him, which she does instantly, to reenact their first kiss.

The people around you start clapping and cheering and for the first time you can feel yourself feel truly okay. Finally, there is not one thought of Aegon or anybody occupying your mind. And as a sense of serenity fills you, whatever deity may exist up there or rather down there decides to have a laugh at you for the pure chaos of it.

“I think your next” An all too known voice calls out to you over the cheers that erupt once more.

“No.” You whisper as your eyes meet his.

Much like his words before he left the apologetic look in his eyes now, does nothing to console you.

“No. I can´t do this.” You turn on your heels and start to walk towards the exit at a fast pace. In the end you barely make it past the people around and get a hand on the doorhandle.

“Princess, wait.” He calls out. His voice raised almost an entire octave in desperation to stop you from running.

“Why should I wait? Hm? You left me alone, for weeks! Without a single sign that you are still alive. Jeopardizing your fucking graduation as if it is nothing! And now all of a sudden you just show up out of the blue and expect me to what? Fall around your neck and accept that you are back without any lasting feelings?” You air out all the frustration that had built up and collected in the depths of your gut. Your eyebrows knitting together tightly, tears blurring your vision and frozen to the spot you stopped in.

“Okay, I´ll give you a reason to wait. How about, wait, because standing here, in front of everyone I am telling you that I love you.“ In any movie you would have swooned at his proclamation of love, but this was no movie and no pretty words could erase the hurt the both of you had caused.

“I just can´t keep hurting people that I care about because of you. In case you couldn´t tell, nobody wants us to be together.” You stand your ground.

“But what do you want?” Aegon takes a step towards you and holds out his hands for you.

“I want to go.” Released from the state of shock, you run away.

In the days following that disaster, you kind off go off the grid. Locking yourself up in your room and only replying to Aemond´s texts when it is necessary to plan your joined birthday party. Which is also the first time you emerge from your cavern of gloominess.

Going over to the Targaryen's house to get into your costumes together, Aemond fills you in on the decision his brother had made the night prior. To not attend the party and instead leave for uni a week early, to settle in. The news puts a damper on the party mood you had gotten yourself into. Putting on a mask of indifference, you proceed with the party as planned. Blowing out the candles on your cakes and dancing with as much enthusiasm as you can muster with all the kissing couples around. You feel the all too familiar sting in your eyes and quickly get away from your friends as to not have to answer any questions.

“What happened?” Aemond catches you by the shoulder. Looking as worried as ever.

“I love you.” Your voice wavers. “I always want to be close to you but being my best friend doesn´t give you the right to tell me who I can love. What if I didn´t want Floris around?”

“Then I´d break up with her.” He provides a simple enough sounding solution.

“See, that´s what´s wrong. You shouldn´t have to, just because I say so.” You helplessly throw your arms in the air helplessly.

“This isn´t the same thing and you know it.” He refers to the friendship rules.

“Listen, we made up our rules when we were six, okay?”

“So? What are you trying to say.” He takes a cautious step back.

“I´m saying that love Aegon. I want him and I´m sorry if that hurts you and I´m so sorry that I lied to you before. But I would be lying again if I told you I didn´t. And if you can´t... accept that, then maybe you can´t be part of my life.” You speak slowly. Trying to put this as nicely as possible.

“You´re making a mistake” Aemond warns you.

Then that´s my mistake to make.”

“I know. I just want you to be happy.” He hugs you tightly to his strong chest. “Meet me outside in five. I´ll help you find him.”

You tell your father and Alicent where the two of you are going and then head outside to the car.

Aemond is already waiting and with the `mission´ on your mind, you completely forget to ask why he is wearing the mask to his costume. Instead, as you pull out of the driveway and onto the street, you thank him profusely for his support, rambling on and on about how hard it was seeing Aegon again after such a long period of radio silence. So caught up in it, that you don´t even notice the much deeper voice than usual, when he agrees with something you say.

“I just regret not telling him that I love him, you know?” You look over at him when you are finished speaking.

“You just did.” The person beside you pulls the mask off. Revealing Aegon´s choppy head of hair and a humble, but satisfied smile that crinkles the corners of his baby blue eyes.

“What?!” the wave of happiness and shock that crashes over you leads your attention away from the street, almost causing the two of you to crash into the oncoming traffic.

You barely manage to turn the steering wheel around and park at the side of the road. “I thought you were already gone.”

“Yeah, I was planning to, but I had to see you one last time. And then Aemond came and told me everything. He also said something about rule number 18 or whatever.” He waves his confusion about his brother´s words away with the wave of his hand.

Looking at the sky you thank the god or gods or whatever for rule number 18. Always be happy for your besties successes.

”Wait... So, what about Harvard?” You ask with a still unbelieving chuckle.

“Forget about that for a second. I´d rather wanna know what it was that you wanted to tell me so urgently.”

“Oh... Um, nothing important...” You try to deflect as nerves get the better of you.

“No no. No excuses or deflections. I wanna hear it. And it can´t be that unimportant if you left your party in a rush to tell me.” His smile tells you how much he enjoys seeing you squirm.

”Okay.” You sigh and take a deep breath before speaking again with the words he had used back at the prom. “Sitting here in front of… no one in particular, I´m saying I love you.”

“And I love you.” He concedes.

The two of you lean over the center console at the same time. Your hand on his cheek and his on the back of your neck. The first touch of your lips makes you come alive again. As if your body had been on standby ever since he left and was only now getting turned back on. You taste nicotine on his lips and your hand slides into his hair. Needily tugging at the tresses. You are almost scared to think how happy he makes you, but it´s something that just happens whenever you are in his proximity

When the time comes you drive him to the airport. Of course, only after one last goodbye brunch with both of your families.

“Don´t turn around for a final wave, because that would be way too cheesy and romantic.” You put up a warning finger.

“Even for you?” He feigns surprise. Laying a hand over his chest and leaning his upper body away from you. Yet he never takes his other hand of your shoulder.

“Yes. Even for me.” You nudge him with your shoulder as you walk the last couple steps together.

“I was right. You are cute when you´re being bossy.” He relishes the way you roll your eyes at him. You don´t contradict him though. You are smart enough to know that it would be of no use.

Walking together as far as you are allowed to accompany him, Aegon pulls you in for one last goodbye kiss. To the two of you it´s so much more than just the last kiss you will share for a while. It´s a manifest to how much you love each other. A promise that this would last even if he would be a distance away now. And that you would be able to hold each other like this again soon. It´s a beacon of hope. Aegon picks up his bag from the ground and wordlessly makes his way up the stairs to his gate. Once he reaches the top of it, he pauses. For a moment it looks like he is going to disobey your warning words, but he continues his way without looking back.

You stand there long until he rounds the corner, before you get back to the motorcycle that he has gifted you. Despite your protest. Starting it up you have one peaceful thought occupying your mind.

Even if things wouldn´t work out there was always gonna be a part of you that belonged to Aegon Targaryen.

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stonesylove · 3 months

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A night out in Berlin pt.4

"Babe"

Chapter 3 - Chapter 5

Alessandra was glad she got her alarm on when she woke up because she could never wake up on her own especially after a night out and even more when she had sex the night before, she looked over to the other side of the bed and he was there looking so hot even when he was asleep, Alessandra couldn’t believe what happened the night before but she didn’t have enough time to just sit down and daydream about the man sleeping next to her, so she got up put on her clothes getting mentally ready for the walk of shame to her home, it was truly a bad idea wearing a short shear dress in fall but as her best friend likes to say “A bitch never gets cold”. Alessandra took a cab and quickly texted him so Tom wouldn’t think that he was just a night stand or maybe she was the night stand but still it was worth taking the shot and inviting him for lunch, the Italian girl got to her flat around 8 am knowing she had to be at the studio at 8:30, at least it was close to her building.

The class went by as planned but Alessandra was completely sore from the night before, Tom was a big guy but she didn’t know a British man could do all those things, she thought that he was gonna be a fun vanilla man but she was so wrong, she knew she wouldn’t be giving her all and Giuliana was giving her funny looks through the mirror which made the situation more unserious, when the class ended Alessandra reached out for her phone in her bag to see a text from the British boy, and he was talking about his eyes but that message didn’t make sense to her until she realized she had posted a pic of her outfit and a little secret message for him, she loved that he take everything so lightheaded and didn’t make it serious.

Alessandra Di Maggio

well Tommy I know a couple blue eyed boys, so I had to shoot my shot and wait for someone to fall

My British boy (Tom)

Hmm I remember a short Italian girl kissing me outside of the club telling me that her favorite color was the color of my eyes 🤔

Alessandra Di Maggio

Such a hot girl move from that Italian girl

My British boy (Tom)

Yeah, she’s taking me out for lunch today

I need to talk about her riding techniques, I was impressed

Alessandra Di Maggio

Hold your horses cowboy and reverse cowboy

My British boy (Tom)

That doesn’t make sense but I’ll give it to you😂😂😂

Alessandra Di Maggio

You just ruined the moment with that emoji grandpa

But I’m down if you wanna teach me some new stuff

My British boy (Tom)

You can’t call me grandpa and then ask me to fuck you in new ways

I guess that’s how ipad kids flirt

Alessandra Di Maggio

I can’t please you, you don’t like my cowboy jokes and you don’t like the grandpa jokes

My British boy (Tom)

Baby you please me in every way possible but you’re way too funny sometimes

But that’s okay, we can search for your funny bone tonight

Alessandra Di Maggio

Maybe we can also search for your hair bald guy

My British boy (Tom)

I know the buzzcut turns you on funny girl

But I rather see you looking out for your clothes tomorrow morning

Alessandra Di Maggio

We will see, don’t be so desperate let me rest

See you at 2 o’clock outside of your hotel British boy

Alessandra didn’t know how to feel about Tom yet, of course he really knew how to make her scream and she loved that but she didn’t want to get too caught up with him. Time passed by pretty fast to her liking and when she was brought back to reality she was waiting for the tall man outside of his hotel; she saw his figure walking out of the lobby and fuck he knew how to look like the hottest man alive. “Hi funny girl” Tom said hugging the short girl, “Hi daddy” Alessandra said making him laugh so loud.

“I like experimenting but I don’t think the “daddy thing” is something I like” Tom said catching his breathe, “You don’t like any of the nick names I gave you, literally such a boomer” she said trying to sound hurt but she loved to poke fun at him “Would you prefer if I call you tom nice balls?” She tried to be as serious as she could while saying that, to what Tom shrug his shoulders and said “okay nice tits”; the stupid conversation continued until they arrived to the café.

“So Tommy nice balls what’s your movie about” Alessandra said after ordering, “It’s the hunger games prequel” Tom said without wanting to give much detail because he knew he couldn’t so he tried to guide the conversation somewhere else; they talked about Alessandra’s work in the ballet company, she told Tom about the fall-winter schedule and maybe if he was in town he could go and see one show even tough she felt immediate regret because of Tom’s reaction talking about how he didn’t know what his schedule would be and that maybe he wouldn’t make it so he won’t make any promises, the Italian girl knew she wasn’t that important to him but she wanted to at least show him what she did for living. The lunch “date” was everything she could’ve wish for, they ate this croissant sandwich that he had to take some pictures of, they talked so much about life, what their dreams were, Alessandra told him about her plan of applying for the royal ballet in London or the American ballet theater in New York but she still had to finish the current season, at the end of the lunch, while Tom was being over dramatic about something that happened on set she saw how he phone screen lighted up and a text from someone saved as

“Babe” appeared on the screen.

For the first time in a while Alessandra didn’t know to feel, of course they weren’t something serious not even a situationship but still she felt like a knot was forming in her stomach, saying something wasn’t an option she didn’t had any right to ask him about it so Alessandra decided to act like she didn’t see that and everything was perfect; after paying and walking out of the small café Tom tried to grab her hand but she made the excuse that it was freezing so putting her hands in her pockets were the only option, “so what do you want to do know” Tom said with a face she couldn’t describe, maybe he noticed something was off with her but she didn’t wanted to give it away, “To be honest I’m a little bit tired so if you want we can go back to my place and watch a movie or something, I know I’ll be home alone for the rest of the day” she said in a stupid impulse, he enjoyed his company and at the end she wanted to at least be friendly until she knew more about “Babe”. They walked to her place joking and talking, it felt like they’ve known each other for all their lives and she loved that both had a similar sense of humor, as they enter the small apartment Alessandra hanged her coat and asked tom for his, “Do you wanna watch the hunger games or billy the kid” she said making fun of him “I love that scene in billy the kid were everyone can see your ass” Tom was shocked but wouldn’t back down either “I’m really proud of my ass, I think the light reflected so beautiful on it” he said making the Italian girl laugh so hard she could felt how she was losing her breathe, they ended up watching this cute romcom she was obsessed with call “love,Rosie”, Tom had a lot of opinions bout how the main character was an asshole and they just needed to ask the other about how they felt ever and that made Alessandra think how his exact words were the same situation they were living.”Well I better get going tomorrow is going to be a long day in set” tom said to then kiss the short girl, took his stuff and got out the apartment.

When Tom was gone Alessandra looked him up on instagram checking his comment section to see if she could found any comment that would lead her to “babe”, she knew that all she was doing was crazy but the curiosity was eating her alive but this was something she needed to do; Alessandra read all the comments on all his post but every women that commented was either a fan or a friend so she started to think that maybe she had read that wrong and maybe it didn’t said babe but she was sure of what she saw.

Tom Blyth posted a story

Alessandra Di maggio answered the story

Oooh you went out with someone to eat croissants

Tom Blyth

Yes yes with a cute Italian girl but almost had to grab a high chair for her.

Alessandra Di maggio

You are such a funny guy 🙄

Alessandra decided to post some fun pic of her last couple of weeks also a great bikini pic that went with the aesthetic, specially a pic she took of Tom massaging her feet the night they watched films in her apartment and fuck his hands were HOT, also a pic she took in their night out of him dancing on a table.

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Alessssa REd BabE or something like that

Tomblyth great masseur you got there

alessssa might book another session for this week

giuli_123 coke add?

alessssa yes, and?

Username1 hottest girl alive

Username2 live your best life girl

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Tomblyth Dumb blonde out and about

Username1 from who are those hands hun????

Usename2 must be Rachel

Username3 she doesn’t have long hair rn

Hunterschafer your almost a Berlin boy now

(Tom liked the comment)

Username4 RUE WHEN WAS THIS????

alessssa fav natural blonde

Tomblyth 100% natural, grow by me

Username5 babe who’s this

Username6 private profile??

Username7 grow up, men can have friends

Joshandrerivera living your best life Tommy boy

(Tom liked the comment)

Rachezegler that’s some nice red polish

Username8 right?????

Username9 those are your hands???

Username10 MOTHER

After the date they had or well she didn’t know what to called what was that but she had an amazing time with Tom but she couldn’t get out of her head the thought of him having someone else in the States, she knew this wasn’t something serious but she didn’t want to be the other woman, that’s why she decided to text him get the conversation started and ask him about that.

Alessandra Di Maggio

So do you have a girl in every country you work in?

My British Boy (Tom)

That’s not funny Alessandra 🙄

Do you think I’m a fuck boy?

Alessandra Di Maggio

Don’t call me Alessandra🙄🙄

I’m not judging

My british Boy (Tom)

That’s your name pretty girl

I won’t call you a Alessandra if you won’t call me fuck boy

Alessandra Di Maggio

I promise you I won’t call you a fuck boy

But being serious you don’t have a girl back home?

(Delivered 2:22 am)

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miss-atena · 3 months

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This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC. TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.

Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy

Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league. He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly. Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you. It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much. "Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on." A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro." "Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?" "Is... there something with my hair?" "wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!" You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time. Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today. "Hey... Hey, look at me." "What?" "Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?" ... "It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again." "Wvoah..." It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus. When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say. "I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!" As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you. "Can't complain with that, really."

#TW: apathy crisis #TW: existential crisis #homestuck #homestuck x reader #cronus ampora #cronus ampora x reader #cronus x reader

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being raised by daryl dixon: part two

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A/N: ty for all the love on part one!! mwah mwah!! i rlly wanna put it out there, the strong group bond exists! that just isn't the focus of this story so it does get skipped over a bit. also i apologise for this part covering such a short time span. did also change y/n to be feminine, it's needed for some of my later ideas to make sense, which you begin to see in this part. hope you enjoy!! <333

-S404

Warnings: Just normal TWD stuff! Also kind of a filler part, nothing too serious happens, just a ton of fun Dad Daryl moments!

Word count: 1.3k

After the ordeal at the highway, the group spent months travelling on foot. It was during this time your bond with Daryl really grew stronger. You had learnt not to complain about being hungry, or your legs being tired, but Daryl didn't need you to say it for him to carry you on his back and give you more rations than he could spare.

He spent a lot of time separate from the group, hunting whatever animals remained out there. He realised then, that he was doing this for the whole group because he cared about them, not just because he had to.

After a few weeks of travelling, the group reached a promising small town. Hershel was given the responsibility of watching over you whilst houses were cleared, as Daryl was out hunting. That day you got into an altercation with a walker which ended with a bite taken out of your sneaker.

When Daryl came back and Hershel informed him on the situation that day, everyone fell silent in the next room to hear what he would say. "I don't care if she didn't get bit ol' man. If she ever come back to me with a hair plucked out of her head, or god forbid an actual injury, whilst yer the one caring for 'er, you will never see the light of day again, yer hear me?" As Daryl walked into the room, everyone pretended to have not paid any attention.

Over the next few days, Daryl found you proper hiking boots and began teaching you basic knife skills. You told him you were jealous of Carl, because he could shoot, Daryl promised to teach you how to shoot when there was the leisure time and ammo to spare. He stayed around the group as much as he could until he was confident you wouldn't be found in that situation again if he was gone.

Back on the road, scouting out a grocery store, you found a box of pregnancy tests and gave them to Lori because you read the word "pregnancy" and thought of her instantly. She laughed and said "God I can't wait until we really settle down and get these kids learning again." Shortly after, her and Daryl got into an argument because he thought teaching you how to hunt was more important than teaching you how to read, because "Yer don't need to read 'rabbit' to kill it."

You felt much safer after arriving at the prison. As promised, the second working on the prison's security wasn't mandatory for him, Daryl began taking you outside of the perimeter to teach you how to shoot. You were such a natural that after a week of practise, Daryl could move onto teaching you what he really wanted to, hunting skills.

One day, you and Daryl were tracking a squirrel, and just as you were about to take a shot at it with his crossbow, you stepped on a stick and alerted the creature. As it started to scatter away, Daryl ran after it, eventually pinning it on the floor, letting you take the shot again, he knew how much it meant to you.

You were there to witness Lori's death, and it devastated you. You watched everyone piece themselves back together eventually, but you felt on edge constantly, feeling as though something like that could happen again easily at any given time.

You moved into Daryl's cell to make yourself feel safer. At first you snuck in during the night with your pillow and bear, and slept on the cold concrete floor. You woke up that morning tucked into the bed. The next night when you went to sneak in, you were welcomed by three stacked mattresses on the floor, with pillows and blankets on top ready for you. The two of you never said anything about it, but it became routine.

Daryl took on Judith very well, and you helped him look after her whilst Carl and Rick were grieving Lori. You loved the baby. Daryl left you with her once and came back to you telling her that she was "going to beat the world." He told you that "she'd only be learnin' from the best." That made you smile.

When Maggie and Glenn decided to give each other haircuts in the prison barber's, you begged Maggie to cut your hair like hers. Daryl said no because "you'd regret it, yer love your long hair don't ya'?" But really he just thought you'd look so much older with it cut, he didn't want you to grow up. When you told him it was annoying and got in your face all the time, he offered to braid it for you instead. He didn't know how to braid. He got Carol to teach him soon after the exchange, and prepped himself up heavily for the moment you finally came for him to do it.

You finally felt comfortable in the prison at night, so you started sleeping alone in your cell again, that was until Carl came to you one night asking if he could sleep on the floor, Judith was being too loud in the other cell block where he usually slept.

You and Carl spent the next day moving a second bed into your room, Daryl helped you on the condition you wouldn't tell Rick he was involved. You all ran and hid after dropping the mattress from the balcony which made Rick call out "What in the hell was that?" He walked into the silent cell block, but caught you all after Carl started giggling too loudly, Daryl bolted away from the scene and Rick chased after him. You were sore from laughing afterwards.

Daryl made Carol help him give you the boy talk that he felt was growing necessary. Carol gave you the entire talk whilst Daryl sat next to her occasionally grunting in agreement. The only contribution he made was when Carol stared at him, trying to get him to say something encouraging. He said "If a man... or a woman, up to you. If they ever try pull anything on you that yer don't like, you remind 'em who taught ya how to kill." As you looked at him mildly confused, Carol definitely regretted allowing him to speak.

For your thirteenth birthday, Carl recruited Daryl's help to bake a cake for you. They sneaked into Rick's farm to milk the cow and collect eggs. The milk was an easy grab, but they found there were no eggs at all. Daryl, in frustration, held a chicken at knifepoint, cursing at it to "scare it into layin' something." Carl just stared at him. They ended up surprising you with a chocolate bar instead.

You became aware of a prisoner being held hostage in the prison, no one would tell you what her business was being around in the first place, so you decided to speak to her yourself. Michonne explained Woodbury to you, about the Governer and what he would do if he knew the prison existed. But the information that shocked you the most was of Merle's survival.

You knew that if faced with his brother again, Daryl wouldn't know what to do with himself and he'd end up losing all the progress he'd made in the group. You had to look out for him just as he looked out for you. You had to kill Merle before Daryl even caught a whiff of his living existence.

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mang0tang00 · 2 years

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5 Acts of Love♡

Ft. Viktor

Viktor x GN! Reader

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1k

Part 1: Physical touch

It has been a stressful week for you and Viktor. Him with his endless experiments both in and out of work, along with piling up paperwork he seemed to neglect. You are helping him with said experiments and being Heimerdinger’s assistant on top of that! You two were juggling so much that you both haven't been able to see each other. Yes you two may live together but arriving home at different times with one always being asleep, it seemed impossible to have down time between you two. The stress had peaked when Jayce noticed that you two had stayed in the lab for 3-4 days straight. He immediately told Heimerdinger that he needs to give you a few days off to rest fully, he did the same with Viktor as well. Though neither of your brains seemed to take the word “break”, very well. Jayce went to check on you and Viktor to see if you two were actually resting only to discover that neither of you have. The eye bags had been worse than ever! Jayce had himself and Sky remove all projects and experiments from the shared home despite you and Viktor moaning in protest but your bodies were too exhausted to actually cause a halt in their removal. After a few hours, Jayce and Sky had finished their removal now it was just you two awkwardly sitting on the couch. Not knowing what to do with yourselves, you just sat in silence. Your eyes peaked at Viktor from the corner of your eye only to see him looking at you, quickly glancing away only to hear a snicker from Viktor,

“We are acting like awkward teenagers on their first date” his comment had broken a smile onto your face.

“Well we haven't really spent time with one another outside of work for…” you tried mentally counting but ultimately gave up, “a while…'' Then you hear Viktor sigh.

“I know it's been very long since we have actually done something with one another.”

Silence once again fills the room, your eyes looking around the room then you spot something, your eyes light up like a shooting star. The expression is not going unnoticed of course. Viktor then follows your movement as you turn on the record player and music begins to fill the room with a soft tune. He follows you with his eyes, the ones that you have fallen in love with. You walk closer to him and lay down on the couch and stare at him. The warm smile that fills his chest with warmth, the kind of warmth you only feel with someone you love. Your movements broke him out of his daze as your arms were opened wide for him, he knew the signal and it was for him to lay down. He did just that, he got comfortable in your awaiting arms. He placed his ear over your heart so he can listen to the rhythm he loves to fall asleep to. He closed his eyes as he placed a hand around your torso to keep your body closer to him. Both your legs intertwined with one another and your body's heat seeped into his making him sleepy. After a few minutes he felt your fingers glide through his hair, oh how he loved it when you scratched his scalp and played with his hair. Feeling your fingers press into his scalp and drag gentle lines, he gently moaned at the feeling. Viktor also felt the way your chest expressed laughter at his sounds but he could care less. In the moment you consumed all of his senses, your hands running through his hair, your scent filling his nose while he dug his face deeper into your neck (accompanied with a small giggle from you as he knew that place was sensitive), the way your heart beat. He wanted to be surrounded by you and only you, you are the most valuable thing in his life. So moments like these are what he cherished the most. He felt your other hand move from his shoulder to his leg and began to massage it. After a while he felt you move which woke him up as he had started falling asleep in your arms. You kissed his hair line then his forehead and then gently kissed his lips. The way your lips had both fitted each other in a perfect way, the softness of yours against his own, your taste, it wasn't frantic like when something was wrong. It wasn’t filled with lust like when you two were having sex. It wasn't quick and light like when it would be a fleeting kiss before work, no it was gentle and slow. This kiss embodied the love you two had for one another, the pure feelings you two felt for one another. Breaking away from the kiss he looked up at you with adoration, how had he been so lucky with you? All his dreams were about you, all his thoughts were about you, his senses filled with nothing but you. He sighs happily as you kiss him again in the same way, his heart beats faster but he smiles happily while kissing. You feel him smile which makes you smile in turn, then you laugh. Your laugh is contagious as it makes him laugh as well, the purest feeling of love was there. It will always be there in silence around others but by yourselves? It was so pungent that it could make people melt with joy. You shift so you're more comfortable but Viktor still has the ability to hear your heartbeat. You just held him closer to your chest as he held you just as tender and close as you. He feels your fingers thread into his hair once again and gently scratch his scalp. Sending him into a hypnotic state that lets his exhaustion take over.

#viktor #viktor arcane #viktor league of legends #viktor x reader #viktor x y/n #viktor x you #viktor x fem!reader #arcane viktor #viktor x gn reader #viktor x male reader

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paisholotus · 1 year

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T'challa x black fem reader

Missed You

Summary: it's been months since the last time T'challa saw his wife.

Warnings: Strong Language & Smut.

Translations: Sthandwa( My Love) Ndiyakuthanda (I Love You) Ndiyakuthanda nawe ( I Love You too) Ukumkanikazi Wam ( My Queen)

3rd pov

"Just don't freeze when you see her." Okoye told prince T'challa. He smirked knowing who she was referring to and couldn't help the bubbly feeling he felt, at the thought of seeing you again. T'challa loved how she always put others first before herself, he admired that you loved helping people in need.

It's been 5 months since the last time he's seen you. He missed your soft plump lips and your deep brown eyes. He missed your warmth, and the way your body pressed against his. You have been busy on missions and him busy with his kingly duties, there just hasn't been time to see each other.

But at this moment he was more then happy to see his lovely wife again. "What are you talking about? I never freeze." He played offended. He crossed his arms and was dropped onto the ground of the Nigerian jungle closer to the truck that was secretly carrying his wife.

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Y/N Pov

It was dead silent all you could hear was the moving trucks. There was no sound coming from the truck, but to not make any noise was a good thing. I heard the men outside speaking rapidly, about something that felt off to them. My heart rate began to pick up, that they were going discover me in here.

I looked at the women and children silently crying, whispering hushed prayers hoping that they'll make it out alive. I slowly took out my weapons, and removed the cloth revealing my face having the women and children gasp; them realizing who I was.

I softly smiled and put my finger to my lips telling them to be quiet. I stood up and tried to reach for the truck handle when a loud explosion blew everyone to the ground. You could hear the gunshots ring out. I tried looking for my sister but she was busy fighting the traffickers.

I went around the truck and started fighting the men. A large man ran towards me with a gun and started shooting at me. I swooped down and kicked him in his crotch. He dropped the gun and I went to pick it up, and hit him in the back of the head.

I repeated same thing with the other men, also shooting a couple. My sister looked at me making sure I was alright, I nodded at her and we ran off to fight some more.

I felt someone grab me from behind and tried to put me in a choke hold. I lifted my body up doing a scissor kick bringing him to the ground, knocking him unconscious. Then everything became silent and stopped. It was over with most of the men dead, and a few unconscious.

Then I saw him and my heart began to pick up again. T'challa started walking slowly towards me, but stopped and prepared to attack when he saw a man who was really a boy with a scarf covering his face. "DON'T! HE'S JUST A YOUNG BOY." I pulled off his scarf and the boy slightly shook in my grasp. "He was kidnapped like the rest of the women and children." He ran off running into the arms of his mother, who hugged him tightly and continued to say thank you to us over and over.

We escorted the women and children on to the Talon Fighter, I made sure everyone was ok and told them that they was safe now.

"Y/N." T'challa breathed out slowly. He had taken his mask off now revealing his face, that I missed so much. My heart began to flutter. "I missed you so mu-" He cut me off and pulled me into a longing kiss. His left hand cupped my cheek while the other one held onto my waist, while I wrapped both of my arms around his neck.

"I've missed you so much, Sthandwa." He said, looking at me with mirth in his eyes. "What are you doing here, my love? You messed up my mission." I asked him, suspiciously.

"I knew you would be here, so I wanted to come help. And before you say anything, I know you can take care of yourself; but I couldn't bare the thought of something happening to you." He said. Pulling me closer to him if that was even possible. I smiled sweetly at him and gave him a chaste kiss moving my fingers through his coils, we moaned content with each other's embrace.

We pulled away and pressed our foreheads together. "I missed you, my King." I said, looking into his eyes. He pulled my head down into the crook of his neck, and hugged me tightly. "I missed you too, my Queen."

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A/N: Nasty time 😏😏

3rd Pov

The way his lips dusted her skin sent another shockwave through her body, she felt tingles radiate and all the way to her toes. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as their hips rolled together, and she looked down at the bulge in his pants, biting her lip at the sight.

T’Challa’s hands slid down to her ass and gripped her so tight she moaned from the feeling and wetness pooled between her legs while he kneaded her ass, testing the weight of it in his hand. “Bast I missed you so much, Ukumkanikazi Wam."

T’Challa’s deep voice made her even wetter, and she moaned, at the feeling he was giving her. He nibbled on her earlobe, and she nearly melted in his arms, both of them whispering how much they loved each other and how much they missed each other.

He nibbled on her neck and lifted her leg onto his shoulder, tracing his fingers up her sides. He knelt down in front of her warm heat and blew cool air onto her clit, causing her to shudder. He then started devouring her like a madman who hadn't eaten in days.

She clutched his hair, arching her back from the bed, gasping and tightly closing her eye's. She let out a scream that echoed off the walls. Her stomach clenched as she sensed her release approaching.

As her orgasm raged through her body, T'challa pressed down on her hips to keep her in place. Her vision blurred as she gasped for air. T'challa cleaned her up and littered kisses all up her body, and kissed her lips, letting her taste herself.

He encircled her legs around his waist and placed their hands above her head. He leaned down and kissed her softly. "Are you ready, my love?" He asked, her. She nodded and kissed him so passionately that they drew back and stared into each other's eyes.

He pressed his throbbing head against her entrance teasing her clit, and pushed in. Eliciting a quiet moan from both. "Ndiyakuthanda." He told her, pressing his forehead against hers. She kissed his lips again and quietly said, "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe"

A/N: hope y'all like it. I never wrote full smut so I need to practice a lil more, but hopefully y'all liked this.

#black reader #black writers #black representation #poc reader #self post #black tumblr #black excellence #poc writer #tumblelog #black girls #t'challa x black! reader #T'challa #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri x black!reader #t'challa fanfiction #one shots

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jenniquinn · 7 months

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Eddie Munson X Reader

After all Eddie has been through he thought he would never fall in love or even fall for someone period. But when you moved to Hawkins from West Virginia something changed. He was instantly drawn to you. He tried to deny the feelings but you would always be around. You heard people telling you to stay away from Eddie but you couldn't. It was like a magnet drawing you towards each other.

You also thought love would never happen. From the boys in your hometown telling you constantly n that no one would want to date a freak. I think that's what drew you more. Maybe it was those brown eyes you grew to love looking at or maybe it was when he would smile, which was sometimes rare it made your heart skip.

But you didn't listen to the town folk, you had to know him. You heard he played at the hideout so you went to watch. He saw you there, his heart fluttered. After the show you two meet at the bar. "We've not officially met I'm Y/N" you say extending a hand. He looks then takes it. It was like you both got shocked by lightning. "I'm Eddie" he tells you. "So Eddie" you say smiling "I wanted to tell you that you played an awesome show".

He blushes "thank you. That actually means a lot" he tells you. "So I'm new to town and the school what is there to do" you ask. He shrugs "nothing really unless you like D&D" he says and your hand grabs his. "What? there is a D&D club at Hawkins" you shout. He's confused but smiles at you.

"Wait so you play" he asks and you nod "level 13 wizard what about you" you ask him and his eyes widen. "I'm the dungeon master of course" he says and you laugh. "Of course you are". He looks at you amazed that someone like you plays the game. "Would you like to join a game, see if you would like to be in hellfire" he says and you tilt your head. "Hellfire" you ask confused.

"Oh sorry. Hellfire is the club name see" he points to his shirt. "If I join do I get one of those shirts" he nods "sweet I love it" your fingers trace this devil on the shirt and he swears his heart all but stops. Suddenly he gets self conscious "I'm surprised you are even talking to me" he says now you're confused and he continues.

"I'm the town freak, was wanted for murder" he finished and you tsk. "I know I'm friends with Steve he told me all about it. Told me not to listen to the folks here. Said they don't know the whole story. Besides it's not fun watching someone die in front of you". You two start walking outside. You shiver not only because of the breeze but of the memories "wait you've watched someone die" he asks and you nod.

"My boyfriend. We went out to the movies when this guy came up behind me and pointed a gun to my head. Trevor gave the car keys and his money. Even watch. He took my purse, then the guy starts to run away when he suddenly turns and shoots Trevor. All I could do was cry and scream as he died in my arms" you wipe your tears and continue.

"After three months in the psych hospital my parents sent me here to live with my aunt". Suddenly you are pulled into his arms. You relax "I'm so sorry" he says as you wrap your arms around his waist and cry. He has a hand around you and another in your hair. You cry but his arms make you feel better. It was at this moment you knew Eddie would be an important part of you.

He pulls away "I watched the girl I had a crush on die in front of me. I would tell you how but you'd think I was crazy" he says wiping your tears "try me" you say and he does. After everything it wasn't crazy. You always figured there were other worlds out there so it sorta made sense. "Can I drive you home" he asks and you nod. You give him your address and he looks at you. "You stay at the trailer park" he asks and you nod. "Max Mayfield is my cousin" he stares in awe. "I live basically next door" he says "I know" he looks at you.

"How do you think knew where you played. Steve couldn't remember. I will admit I heard you talking to your uncle and I had to go. I would also listen to you practice" you say then speak again. "I'm sorry that's totally stalkerish" "no it's ok" he starts "I've watched you around school and town" you smile at that.

"Would it be weird if I held your hand" he asks and you grab it. The drive to the trailer park is quit but that's ok. He parks in front of his then walks you to yours. "I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out sometime" he asks, you smile. "Like a date" you ask and he nods nervously. "Of course. I should head in. I had a really nice time" you say kissing his cheek walking inside. Maybe things were looking up you think smile. You go to bed dreaming of Eddie. Thankful you were plaqued with your reaccuring nightmare. He slept better than he had in months thanks to you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie x you #eddie munson x y/n

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justagalwhowrites · 5 months

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“This one shouldn’t fuckin’ jam on you,” he said, a thread of pain in his voice. You looked up at him. His face was hard. You reached out to touch him but he stepped back from you. “Let me see how you shoot it.”

It felt oddly exposing, setting up to shoot a target with Joel’s eyes on you, examining everything you were doing. It was harder to think straight this way, the feeling of his gaze seeping into your stance.

You swallowed, hard, and shot. The bullet went wide, landing on the hay bale that Bill had set up at one point in time to practice.

“Here,” Joel came up behind you. “Both hands.”

He guided your grip on the weapon and adjusted your arms.

“Open your stance up a bit”

He nudged your feet apart, putting his leg between your own. You could feel him there behind you. He smelled good, freshly showered, his hair slicked back. Your first instinct was to bury your nose in his neck and breathe him in, fill your lungs and blood with him until there was nowhere else left for him to go.

“Keep both eyes open, don’t squint.”

He kept his hands below your biceps. You took a shaky breath.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said. “Just a target.”

“Not nervous,” you muttered.

“Feel nervous.”

“You just don’t know how I feel anymore,” you said before thinking better of it.

He laughed once.

“Guess not. When you’re ready.”

alright bestie we all knew this was coming lmfao

here is the lavender moment that i would love to get a joel pov or joel thoughts or literally anything you wanna talk about lol

LOVE YOU AND ALL YOUR JOELS SO MUCH

lavender joel more than most tho

AHHH BESTIE!

DIRECTOR'S COMMENTARY TIME!

OK SO

This is such a great moment to me, it's kind of the foundation for this new journey for Joel and Doc. Their relationship is in a totally different space than it's ever been before. For a decade and a half, it was all on Joel's terms. He was the one who decided they couldn't be together, he was the one who decided he didn't want to even know her anymore, he was the one who decided who they were to each other and Doc tried to live within that standard without being in too much pain and not hurting him.

But, after the Andrew incident outside the QZ, things changed. Joel had been wearing down for a while - trying to emotionally disentangle yourself from the love of your life when they haven't done anything wrong and would take you back in an instant if you even glanced in their direction will do that to you - but so had Doc. There was only so much she could take from him before it broke her and he'd pushed her to that point. By this time in the story, she still loves him - she's resigned herself to always being in love with him - but has washed her hands of him as much as someone can while being in love with someone else. She's done pursuing a connection with him, she's done holding out any kind of hope and she's decided that she's not going to just let him use her because that's what she thinks their relationship has been for him all this time. That she was convenient, something he could have when he wanted and put down when he was done over and over again (which honestly hurts to think about, she loved him so much that, for so long, she was fine with that as long as he just picked her back up again.) She still cares for him, she still wants him to be OK and be happy and healthy but she is no longer wishing/hoping/trying for it to be with her. So when Joel - who is finally caving to his feelings after some sheer panic of "Oh my God what if I never see her again" - starts trying to show her care of any kind, she backs away from it.

Joel here is coming as close as he can to saying "I can't handle losing you, let me give you the tools you need to survive" and she's trying to keep her distance. Joel really does not know how to navigate that. He also doesn't know how to navigate his own feelings and he's starting to realize - pretty fast and pretty intensely - that he's wasted 15 years of their lives pushing her away. He could have been with her that whole time and instead he made them both miserable. He's in his reckoning now and I love that for him.

I hope this gives you some insight!! Love you!!!!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #lavender

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mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake · 2 years

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Blu scout S/O asker here! And the answer is yes, red mercs with a blu scout s/o, but it's like the first time the two meet, more info they get cornered by the red mer,c and before the merc can kill them they just randomly compliment them, which catches the merc off guard and lets the blu s/o escape leaving a stunned merc there

And ye headcannons please if you don't mind

SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING LATEEE!!!!!! I hope you enjoy it!! Also, I didn't necessarily make this for ONLY blu scout I just made it any class blu s/o so that everybody can enjoy but anyway ye.

(Let's just talk about how I had to search how to compliment people lmao Credit )

Scout

He was flustered to a whole new level! Your compliments went straight through his heart like a bullet. I might have not told you this scout but every time I see you, I notice how good you always look~ He just couldn't focus his knee were weak. Just before you knew it you ran past him and winked at him. H-Hey!!!! He eventually lost you after running for a while. You might have escaped but ohhhh boyyy there will not be a next time pally!! Oh boy, what wonder will happen in the next encounter...

Soldier

He never EVER felt like this before... You complimented his bravery and strength. WHAT. America must be so proud :) *s/o does the loveliest smile to been ever seen) His heart skipped a beat, is he having a heart attack if so then why now? when I have the perfect shot at winning!? He just couldn't shoot, in a blink of an eye you escaped with a cheeky smile. !? For that day there was a tiny pink blush on his face...nobody ever complimented him like this.

Pyro

Pyro was really giggly! :D Somebody compliments their rainbow flamethrower. (Well that is so nice of- Wait where are they?) Pyro looked around and nobody was there!? Was that blu a fairy? Pyro looked at the ground and saw a piece of candy. mphh? It was the pyro's favorite! From that day forward pyro ALWAYS gave you candy to repay your sweet kindness.

Engineer

Um boy oh boy lord help this man he is at a temperature level that could melt any moment help. He was melting...you were complimented on how charming his smile is. Engineer NEVER received a compliment about his smile...I mean for someone who was always insecure about their height this was like idk man like a treasure? Engineer's head spinning. When he finally stopped stuttering you were gone. !!!! *sigh* um we we lost the b-blu...

Heavy

His face was hot. ??? why???? It was not that hot outside today then why...? You complimented on his gentleness. That was just...heavy couldn't describe it...nice? Big bear boy was blushing just a bit. You gave him a cheeky smile and ran past him. Just before running past him, you gave a pat on the shoulder, heavy froze. After that encounter's face couldn't stop getting a bit red. Is.... heavy um sick?

Demoman (A bit long sorry)

This boy tried to focus but he couldn't. It was not because of alcohol....it was something else since his face was hot as hell and his heart beating like crazy. When he heard you compliment about his looks he just exploded 100 times. The demo was actually pretty insecure about his appearance so getting a compliment was shocking...but very nice. His vision was blurry. He then fell to the floor due to his unbalance. Oh NO! Yep, you took the chance and dashed out like a bullet. Hey! He tried catching up but too late he lost you. He then stopped on the road and just smiled. I will let you go for today but hehe...I can't wait for our next encounter lovely.

Sniper

You Compliment about how cute he was. (CUTE!? what the hell do you mean cute. WHERE??? I kill people! An assassin. I am NOT cute!) His head just decided to die. He was about to win and kill them!!! (Why now!!!) Let me tell you he was MAD red. If there was the reddest tomato competition, sniper will win. He just will. While he was trying to respond and figure out his brain. You did a little handwave. huh? *s/o dashes out* WAY WOT OI!! Get back here!!! He lost you...over a little tiny compliment... *sigh* I-I will um get 'em next time...

Medic

Boy, he needed medical attention right now this doctor's face was just so red. y-You need to focus. You are a medic for god's sake!! But he just couldn't. What was that random compliment!???!?!? Just at the right moment, you ran. ...WAIT WHAT!?? that was a blu!!!!! He was shocked, why did he lose his guard over a random compliment. You had to be kidding!! He looked for you but he just couldn't. *BIG SIGH* I should go um...rest...

Spy

You complimented his look. !? Spy was really confused. His brain was trying to respond with a comeback line or something but couldn't. It was probably been a while since he was stunned. Then he saw you smirk. ? You then smile and just bowed. Wait wh- *POOF* A smoke bomb went off. (Merde!! why now?!) He tried looking for you. Then he saw you through the smoke just for a moment. You yet again smiled and said your goodbyes to him. After that day your smile couldn't leave his mind...

YEY! I wrote something. God damn. Anyway sorry for responding late. Anyway I hope you like it \(*´▽｀*)/

#tf2 x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 engie x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader #asks

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fantasylandloser · 1 year

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Love and Friendship

Pairing: Max Wolfe x reader (implied black reader or reader with curly hair)

A/N: This was written from a place of boredom because my life is boring,

Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI/ No proofreading/ shit plot

ENJOY! or don't that's your business

*****

You had been on the upper east side for a mere few months, and it already seemed like your life was flipped around completely. You weren’t sure if you ever really wanted to leave. Sure, there had been way too much drama, many entitled people, and that feeling that you would never quite fit in, but none of that mattered. Not when you could come home from school and feel loved and important. You were staying with the Wolfe family as a foreign exchange student and even though there have been many ups and downs since you arrived, they remained kind and that was important to you.

Also there was Max. Your relationship with him was kind of odd. When you came he welcomed you with open arms, claiming that he could use “a hot little sidekick” for all his misadventures. At first you thought he was weird and pervy, and though he is slightly pervy the weird has definitely grown on you. He feels like the best friend you’ve ever had, you can tell him anything without any judgment, and you feel more relaxed around him than you’ve ever felt around anyone. You’ve spent most of your time following him around, when he wasn’t doing something too outlandish for your taste. And if he was doing something outside of your means, then you would stay at home with his dad, or read, or hang out with a few of the friends you made. None of that compared to the freeing feeling of Max though.

“What are you doing, nerd?” You suddenly hear at your door, pulling you from your thoughts. There Max stood, only donning his post workout shorts. You knew better than to look, knowing he would catch you and never let you hear the end of it.

“Reading, you ever heard of it?” Max smiles slightly amused by your quip.

“Ha ha” He laughs sarcastically. He pushes his way into your room. Picking things up and putting them back down like he’s never seen them before. He does this often but you quickly learned that he does it when he’s building up to ask you to do something.

“ So peanut,” he leans on your bed tilting his head and giving you the sweetest little grin. “I have a proposition for you.” You sigh knowing his favors always require you to leave your bed.

“What Maximus?” You try not to look at his face too much because you know it’ll reel you in.

“You know how you were talking about getting out the house more, so you’d have more to say about your time here when you went back home?” He asked you rhetorically.

“Vaguely.” You squint at him, willing him to get to the point.

“Well I have a photographer friend, and he needs a model, and guess who would be perfect?” His weasley smile grew.

You groaned sitting up. “Is this another hook up thing? I told you I’m not being your wing man anymore.”

“Aw come on don’t be like that. Please. He saw you when we went by that bar a couple days ago, said you would be perfect for a shoot. And I thought to myself, who would make a better model than my little peanut.”

“It’s not sounding like you know your peanut too well. I hate being on camera.” You huffed. For a moment Max pretended like he was taking that into consideration before he went for the kill.

“Well I don’t, and he promised to record us… ya know,” he smirked, making you scoff. “If I get you to do it.” He paused to grab your hand, and pout his lips. “So please, for me.” You cave almost immediately.

You huff falling back on the bed. “Fine I’ll do it, but you’re funding my next trip to the bookstore.” You say, like that will negatively impact him in any way.

Max silently cheers, and looks a little silly doing it which you have no choice but to smile at.

******

“Max, when you said it was gonna be a photoshoot, I was thinking a loser with a camera. Not all this!” You whisper yelled, as you were pulled into a chair so they could do your hair. You didn’t know why you wouldn’t assume immediately that a friend of Max’s would have this sort of operation, but it just slipped your mind.

“Calm down, peanut. You’re gonna do great.” He bent down slightly reaching to boop your nose. Something he knew irked your usually chill demeanor, just like having all this attention on you would as well. He would deal with that later though.

“Oh shit, that’s him. Quick, how do I look?” He asked, spreading his arms.

“Rich and arrogant.” You state, which he quickly laughs off knowing you get mean when you’re nervous, and somehow you’re always nervous.

“Max, you look wonderful. And so does the gift you brought me.” The man says, eyeing you. He has very artsy energy surrounding him and everything about him was colorful. When you first met Max you never would have thought that this was his type, but you quickly realized he had absolutely no preferences.

“As do you.” He tells him flirtily, pausing to check him out. “This is my little peanut.” He introduces, to which you give the man a nervous half smile. “She can be a bit shy, but I’m sure when she warms up to you, you’ll see all she can be.” He promises, giving you a sly wink that makes you want to roll your eyes.

“Peanut, this is my friend Marcus.”He finishes.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You give the man your sweetest smile knowing that you were gonna milk Max’s bank account for all it’s worth later.

“You as well. You’re a beauty. I’m so grateful this guy managed to convince you to come out here for me.” You blushed, quickly averting your eyes. Right after that Max whisked him away, bringing his flirting up ten notches from what you could tell and soon after your hair and make up was done and you felt like a newer version of yourself. One you hadn’t met yet. You liked her.

Max had wandered off for a bit, flirting with every person within the building, but he finally started to make his way back to you only to not find you in the space he left you.

“Max, over here” He heard Marcus call out to him and when he looked at you for a moment he felt like he had been hit by a bus. Flowers adorned your curly hair, that made you look like an angel. The makeup you wore made you look like a vixen, but what really caught his attention was your outfit (or lack of one). You wore nothing but a white one piece lingerie set that had you looking good enough to eat. Literally and Metaphorically.

Max let go of those thoughts as quickly as they came. You were one of the only people who didn’t see him as a sex symbol, or something to pursue and ultimately he felt the same way about you. He knew you were beautiful, but your friendship was not one that needed sex added to the mix. Not when the two of you actually had mutual interest, the same sense of humor, and a foundation of friendship that could last for years, unlike many of his others.

“So what is the theme here?” He asked as casually as possible, walking up to the two of you, and trying to keep his eyes anywhere but on the bare skin you were showing, which was nearly impossible considering you were all skin right now, and that made him realize how much you usually don’t show it. Max quickly realized you might be very uncomfortable, even if you didn’t look that way.

“Garden of Eden. She’s perfect for it, isn’t she?” Marcus asked, while snapping pictures. You hadn’t turned to look at Max yet, trying to stay focused on the camera, but you could feel his eyes on you. It was intense. The way you knew he was dragging them over every inch of your skin. Memorizing every little detail. And he was. He couldn’t help but notice how you looked like you came right out of his earliest fantasies. Your lips, the way they were so full. Your skin, that looked so soft. And every curve that he never checked for before today.

“That she is. You look divine peanut. Like a goddess who will soon own ten thousand books.” He teased.His smile widening when he saw your lips quirk into a small smirk.

“Don’t distract my model, Max.” Marcus tells him. To which Max surrenders, happy to take the backseat for a moment and let you shine.

When you wrapped up shooting you hurried off the dressing room, leaving Max with Marcus.

“So, the two of you?” Marcus asks, his curiosity peaking.

“Peanut is just a friend.” Max grins. Marcus scoffs like he knew something Max didn’t.

“You don't just do friends, Max Wolfe.” Marcus smirks. “Not with people who look like that. And not with the way you just looked at her.”

“Is someone jealous?” Max deflected, getting closer to Marcus to lift his chin.

“Not the slightest, I just know these things. I’m usually right.” Max rolled his eyes.

“Not this time, I’m afraid. I’ll see you later.” Max winked. Implying exactly why he would see him later.

Max walked off to find you slightly thrown off. Lately, many people have been hinting that he wanted something more from you than friendship. Before today, he could deny those claims and have that be the truth, but right now he wasn’t so sure. He waited outside the dressing room trying to brush that off, when he heard a crash from inside.

He didn’t hesitate going in, only to see you standing on something wobbly trying to grab your bag from the top shelf. Still only clad in the white lingerie set. Your entire backside on display for him. If he weren’t so concerned about your safety he would have allowed himself to just stand there.

“One day you’re going to break your neck if I’m not around to catch you.” He tells you pulling you off the wobbly stand and reaching over you to grab the bag. He didn’t think anything of it but you felt every single one of his muscles flex against your back. Max had a way of doing the smallest things that somehow made him seem like the biggest, strongest, protector you would ever know. Maybe that was just your mind playing tricks on you, but you realized that it was a huge turn on for you, and you wished it wasn’t.

“I’m a pro, I could have gotten it without you.” You tell him, which he only rolls his eyes at. Going to sit on the couch while you finish putting your clothes on. You watch Max check his phone, a sly smile etching its way onto his face.

“I’m guessing my efforts worked in your favor.” You say buttoning your pants.

“Indeed they did, you my sweet angel can have all the books you desire.”

“Hell yeah, I can.” You say giddily.

*******

“Where the hell have the two of you been?” Audrey asked upon your late entrance to movie night.

“Ask peanut.” Max said,walking past her and throwing you under the bus to go mess with Aki.

“Sorry.” You say, sheepishly holding up your bags from the bookstore. To which Audrey huffs at.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, but next time just use a kindle like everyone else in the twenty-first century.” She scolds, stepping aside to let you in.

“I’ll take that into consideration.” You lie to appease her.

“Good now join the others, so we can start the movie.” She tells you bossily. Which you listen to with ease.

You greet the others, sitting in your designated spot beside Max. You quickly learned that movie night was not really movie night but instead an excuse to gossip, drink, play games, and overall just hang out together.

You started off watching the movie, then it quickly progressed to drinks. Which you didn’t care to partake in, knowing that Max was a lush and you’d have to get him home later.

Your head was laying in Max’s lap as you scrolled on your phone. His hand stroking your curls absentmindedly. His other hand plastered on your bare stomach and under your slightly raised graphic tee. You tried not to think too much of it, considering that Max was very touchy, but his hand was warm and it sent a feeling through your whole body.

Everyone’s phone started to chime but yours and everyone got quiet. You figured it was gossip girl because this happened five times a day at this point, you just never got around to following her.

“It seems you have an admirer, peanut.”

You look up at Max in confusion only for him to hand you his phone. It was you, in a freaking gossip girl post. Well more like you and Max. First it was one of him holding the door open for you at the bookstore for you with a wide smile plastered on your face. Then one of you on the met steps where he was booping your nose, much to your dismay. Then there was one of you from the photoshoot, which a ton of ppl were at, where he was looking at you, with a strange look in his eye. Then another one where you were tucked into his side, looking very sleepy. The last one however was just of you, it was one of the photos from the shoot.

“How did she even get that?” You ask, feeling slightly nauseous at the thought that people were watching you during all those moments and you had no idea.

“I have no idea but you look super hot in it!” Julien stated. To which Audrey agreed.

“Don’t worry about it, angel. Gossip girl is just a bitter old lady, taking her misery out on today's youth.” Audrey comforted the best way she knew how. “Plus she didn’t even say anything too bad considering.” She said, throwing a not so subtle glance at Max. Which he promptly scoffs at.

“We need to take that bitch down.” Monet said. She wasn’t the least bit welcoming to you, but she had started warming up to you being around and she took a very protective stance on the people around her.

“You know if we damage her credibility, she will no longer be relevant.” Luna stated. “And this is how we get her, because it’s not true.” She waved her phone.

Monet and Luna looked at each other like they were having thoughts no one else was and you were slightly confused on what they could be plotting. You were broken out of any thoughts you were having when you felt a boop on your nose, which made you quickly throw an irritated glance at Max who was sorta drunk.

“Don’t stress about it. Leave the minions to their dirty work, and you just relax, have a drink.” He tried to convince you.

“If I have a drink, how will we get home later.” You ask.

“We’ll call an uber, silly girl.” He answered like it was right there in your face.

“We drove, silly boy.” You say back to him, watching as realization dawned on his face above you.

“We can have someone pick up the car tomorrow.” He offers. His hand lazily stroked your side.

“Or I can just drive it back tonight, and remain sober.” To which he pouted at, making you grin, In that moment a camera flash went off. And thirty seconds later everyone’s phone was going off again.

Monet and Luna grinned in triumph. “Great now you two just have to keep up appearances until your date on friday.”

“Appearances?” You ask. The same time Max says “date?” Which you purposefully hadn’t told him about. You weren’t sure why, you just didn’t want him to know.

“If we nail gossip girl for incorrect info, she’ll totally lose followers and plummet to irrelevance.” Luna tells you. “So all you have to do is pretend to be in a relationship with Max until Friday, nothing too obvious, just keep doing what you’re doing.” Which you raise your eyebrows at because you and Max were definitely just friends.

“Don’t pull her into one of your schemes.” Obie interjected, which had Zoya agreeing immediately.

“You’re going on a date?” Max asks again, his eyes watching you intently, so you couldn’t act like you didn’t hear him.

“Sorta.” You answer, uncomfortable for some reason .

“Sorta? Don’t be so modest, that guy is totally into you.” Audrey said.

“Why am I the last to know?” He looks slightly offended but only in the way that he allows people to see. The one where he hides his actual feelings. “We don’t keep secrets, peanut.”

“You know why, Max.” To which he tsks at which has you sitting up to give him a deadpan look.

“Are you still not over that? It was forever ago, only once, and he was a loser.” He defends.

“He was cute, and you were being way too protective over something I could have handled myself.”

“He was being too touchy. You didn’t know him.” He was more than proud of himself for telling that guy to fuck off.

“Says you!” You exclaim, incredulously, laughing. He was the touchiest person you knew.

“Yeah, well everyone here knows that you like it when I touch you angel.” He leans back watching you absorb the innuendo, and the absolute silence that has taken over the room waiting for your comeback, reply, anything. But you could only gawk at him, all words leaving your brain for many unnecessary images. If he wasn’t so attractive right now the smirk on his face would be absolutely repulsive.

“Who is he?” Max asks you. His eyes casting over your easily flushed face.

“Oh you’re going to love this.” Audrey chimes in. “You remember Rachel, that girl you used to like in middle school?”

“Vaguely. I liked plenty of girls in middle school.” Max huffed.

“I bet you remember the guy that she got with instead.” JC added with a smile. And you knew he did, Max had a hell of an ego on him, even if he wouldn’t admit, though he probably would. This seemed to get his attention.

“You’re going out with that dick?!” Shock filling his features.

“What’s wrong with him? He’s nice to me and he’s cute.” You state.

“Jack Wright is the furthest thing from nice, and why are you encouraging her to date him?” He directed at Audrey.

“Because I knew you would hate it.” She teased, poking him. “Plus he’s totally cute for her. He brought her flowers.”

“Are you talking about those dusty roses that are in the kitchen right now?” He says, like someone told him there was an intruder in his home.

“I like him, Max. How about you be my wingman for a change?” You try to reason, nudging him lightly with your elbow. Which makes him huff like a child, throwing his head back on the sofa cushion, knowing he had no valid reasoning for why you shouldn’t date him.

“Fine but I don’t like this, or him.” He tells you.

“It’s okay Maxibear, you’ll get over it.” You joke, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

******

“Open the door, peanut!” Max said, banging heavily on the door. Stress and worry was clawing at his chest.

You had just got home from your date, and instead of stopping and checking on Max and his dad, like you usually do, you ran straight to your room.

“Maybe she just needs a minute, honey.” Gideon tried to reassure his son. “I’m sure everything is fine.” He seemed unsure the moment he said it. He never knew you to act emotionally over much, most of your reactions had been calm and rationalized, even when things were bad.

“Something’s not right.” Max persists knocking on the door again, before stopping when he hears the sound of you crying.

“Fuck.” He mutters to himself, pulling out his phone.

“Who are you calling?” Gideon asked, getting more worried.

“The girls, so they can… I don’t even know.” Max ran a hand through his hair, wondering if you didn’t even want his company would you want someone else's.

Audrey and JC arrive in record time with Aki in tow. Max wasn’t even sure if you’d let them in but he needed to do something.

Audrey knocked on your door softly. “It’s Audrey, do you wanna talk?” It was silent for a moment.

“I can just come in by myself, everyone else can stay out here.” She gave everyone a sharp pointed look. Audrey and you had become great friends despite her no new friends rule in the beginning. You connected quickly even though you had your differences and she knew that you were probably more embarrassed of whatever happened than anything.

“Just you.” You say quietly, but loud enough so that she heard you. Max couldn’t help but feel a little hurt behind his worry and relief. You were closer with him than anyone, including Audrey.

“Okay sweetie.” Maternal friend instincts kicking up ten notches for Audrey.

Max felt someone defeated as the door opened and closed so quickly he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of you.

“Okay let’s go downstairs, for now everyone.” Gideon said, ushering the others away from the door.

Max couldn’t stop pacing waiting for anything. The door to open, a text, a call, he might even settle for a voicemail. Everyone was practically silent, worry adorning everyone at the thought that their friend might be in distress.

Thirty minutes later you emerged from the staircase. Max’s pacing had ceased but there was a never ending bounce in his leg. When he saw you it stilled, but the tension remained and he was sure it would stay until the issue was really fixed. You had come down in a shirt that was Max’s and a pair of lounge shorts. Which was not what you wore to your date. Your eyes were puffy and slightly swollen from crying,which was the first time Max had seen you like that.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to worry you.I’m fine.” A fucking lie if he ever heard one. Max thought, seething silently. “I just overreacted to some stupid dating stuff.” You tried to wave off. He tried to pretend he wasn‘t getting upset but he was. You stressed communication with your friends all the time, and when it was finally your turn you wouldn’t do the same. He had never known you to be a hypocrite so he figured whatever happened was so bad that you felt like you had to become one.

“Sweetie, it's okay, you know you can talk to us.” Gideon told you, pulling you into a tight hug. You let out a shaky breath, attempting not to cry again, settling for a low hum. You fought not to make eye contact with Max, knowing you would cry in front of everyone the moment you reached him.

“It’s fine, I’m fine really.” You lied. Max looked to Audrey to see if she wrangled any sort of information out of you, but she only shook her head. Max got up before he could think about it, pulling you into the next room without a word. You let out a huff when he stopped, looking at you expectantly, but you had yet to make any sort of eye contact.

“What happened?” You ignored his question like you didn’t hear it, trying your hardest to gather your emotions but all that ended when he put his hands on the sides of your face, so you’d have no where to look but him.

“I’m trying really hard to avoid crying to you every time I have an issue like this.” You try to somewhat joke. He knew you meant it though because your eyes started watering. You were afraid of relying on him emotionally because you knew there would be no going back.

“Um… so you know how gossip girl posted about us like we were dating…” You start your voice kinda shaking. “And then Luna and Monet ‘confirmed’.” You airquoted. “Well Jack didn’t find that funny.” You drifted off like that was all you were gonna say but Max knew there was more.

“What did he do ?” He moved to grab your waist and pull you closer to him but as soon as he touched you, you winced, making Max drop his hand immediately and a feeling almost like terror run up his spine. He was lifting your (his) shirt up before he really put much thought into it, anger gripping him like a vice. An angry red mark stretched on your skin, the beginning of an ugly bruise. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” You say.

“You weren’t going to tell anyone he did this to you?” He asked you almost angrily.

“I wasn’t going to tell you.” It took you a moment to realize how that sounded when the hurt flashed across his eyes. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to make this right for me, and I know you. I know that;s the first place your mind went.” Max took a deep breath even though it didn’t help.

“Aren’t you mad?” He asked, eyes boring into yours.

“Of course I am!” You exclaimed, tears following right after. “But I would never get away with it if I went after him.” Your voice raised a few octaves and you were pretty sure everyone could hear you. “His dad owns a fucking law firm, his mom is fucking rich. If I said something it would be turned on me!” Max quickly understood, and he was just as quickly reminded of his privilege. He pulled you in tight. “I’m sorry, peanut.”

******

Max felt you before he saw you. His sleep was interrupted by the weight of you on his chest. “Did you do this?” You ask, while he tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes, and squinting at your bright phone. There was a gossip girl post about Jack being expelled from school for having steroids in his locker, with the intent to sell. One of Max’s favorite revenge plots. A sleepy smirk draws on his face and you immediately know he did. “I never scheme and tell.” You couldn’t help but place a quick, very chaste kiss on his lips. A grandma kiss really. If it weren’t for the fact that you were practically straddling him. “Thank you.” You had managed to shock him and yourself. you quickly hightailed it out of his room.

You avoided him pretty much for the rest of the morning, catching a ride with Audrey as soon as the opportunity presented itself. By the time it was your lunch hour Audrey caught wind of your behavior. “What’s up with you? Is it about last night?” She asked, concerned. She gave you a very pointed look when you looked at her confused.

“You know what I’m talking about. You and Max are usually all up under each other and today, you haven’t so much as looked at him.” She points out.

“That’s not true.” You defend. Because technically it wasn’t. You had looked at him at some point.

“Is it because of what he did to Jack?” Audrey asked, Max may not have told her it was him but he definitely didn’t need to.

“I guess you could say that.” Your face started to heat up at your mindless action earlier.

“He just did it because he cares about you-” Audrey started to defend, because she thought you were avoiding him because you were mad.

“I kissed him.” You interrupt her, watching her face go from confused and serious to absolutely delighted in a second.

“I knew it! You like him.” She nudged your arm with a smile.

“No” You shush her because of how loud she was. “It was a thank you kiss. Nothing more.” Audrey gave you a pointed look, knowing very well you don’t just hand out thank you kisses.

“Whatever you say.”She tells you in a sing-songy voice.

“Change the subject, please.” You groan, not wanting to experience another full body cringe.

“Okay fine, I let you avoid the topic all day because you’d been acting off and I didn’t want to trigger you but, what really happened?” You knew immediately she was referring to the bruise on your abdomen. You sighed knowing this was coming.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, I just think you should.”

“It’s fine,” You tell her knowing she meant well. “We left the movies, everything had been going okay and then…” You pause trying to gather your words. “He started to touch me in a way I didn’t want from him…. When I pushed him away he got mad, started talking about how I was Max’s whore, and pushed me hard and I collided into the railing, stomach first.” You finish.

“It’s really not that dramatic-” You try to stir away once you see the big pitying eyes she’s giving you.

“Stop,” She interrupted. “Don’t take away from something bad that happened to you and make it seem like you reacting was an overreaction. That’s awful.” Her validation made you feel a little better and eased a lot of the tension you felt over last night.

Audrey didn’t tell you that Max was right behind you, listening. She figured you weren’t gonna tell him and that he needed to hear. You needed him to hear it. She knew how much the two of you meant to each other and what you would be when you both were ready. And as much as she wanted to trust fate every once in a while she gave you a push to speed up the process.

Max felt himself getting angry after the seemingly good day he had after you kissing him. He knew you were avoiding him but he was okay with that because he knew it was just embarrassment that would wear off. But now he felt like he didn’t deserve that kiss and that he should have done more to get revenge on Jack. Yes, he was expelled and you’d never have to see him in school again but his parents would just find him another school. Jack deserved damage that would last him a lifetime. Max was off before you saw him, plotting again.

*****

Max’s head was fuzzy as he sat, bloodied knuckles and the black eye that was forming making his head swirl. The pain was dulling, as was the anger he earlier felt. Max had found Jack’s location (posted on his story because people just do that for some reason) and he went to him, picking a fight. The fight was pretty even, but ultimately Max won and he’d left feeling pretty good about that until he got home. Gideon was not happy to find videos of his son being violent going viral. Now Max sat in his room after a long lecture waiting for the room to stop spinning.

His door clicked open and there you stood finally (not that he was waiting for you). “I didn’t want you to get in a fight over me.” You whisper not wanting to alert Gideon to you being in Max’s room, while he was supposed to reflect on who he wanted to be. Your heart skipped a beat when a lazy and slightly pained smile reached his face. You cross the room to inspect his eye, ice in hand.

“I’d get into a thousand fights for you, angel.” He reassured,pushing your hair out of your face which only alerted you to his bloody knuckles.

“Well I don’t want you to. You've got a bruise here.” Max leaned into your gentle touch under his eye even though it hurt.

“We’ll have matching bruises then.” He quips.

“I think that only works if they’re in the same place, not if they are given by the same person.” You tell him, keeping the ice pressed to his eye, but yet never giving him eye contact. You wanted to avoid everything unspoken until the timing was better, but you knew he wouldn’t have that for much longer.

“Well that’s good for him, if he did something to damage the masterpiece that is your face I would have had to kill him.” He tells you have joking, but mostly sincere in a way that only Max could be. And even though it was cheesy you couldn’t help but blush because you knew he meant it.

“I don’t like seeing you be violent.” You whisper to him. “It’s not the Max I know.” He was quiet as he took this in, not really knowing what to say, so instead he just placed a kiss on your forehead and did the thing he’d been dying to do since last night. He held you. Everything felt alright after that and before you knew it, you were both asleep.

*****

It had been weeks after the Jack incident and everything had been changing. Max was more possessive than ever, not that you minded, and school had been kicking your ass because of finals. When you;d finally finished exams you wanted nothing more than to rest but Max and your friends had other ideas. They wanted to go to the club to blow off some steam and you started to find yourself appealed to the idea of doing so.

You decided to get ready at Audrey’s, much to Max’s dismay, not wanting anyone to steal your attention away from him, until he decided the more the merrier. You were aware of Audrey, Aki, and Max’s past. You knew they loved each other romantically once, until it just didn’t work out anymore. You knew that they had a pact to all break up if they broke up with Max and that Audrey and Aki broke it, and you knew how that betrayal had hurt Max, but you also have seen the way the friendship has healed. Max admitted that the relationship was hard for him and he seems happy and so do Audrey and Aki.

“You would be so hot in this, please try it on.” Audrey begged, pulling you out of your thoughts. The sparkly, mini dress she was shoving at you, catching your attention.

“I haven’t really worn anything like that before.” You tell her, hesitancy laced in your voice.

“Tonight would be the perfect time to change that!” She tells you, pushing you into the bathroom while you huff.

Audrey watched as Max stared at you until the door was closed. He never seemed to be able to take his eyes off you. “She’s not gonna disappear, ya know.” She tells him,wanting some kind of reaction, only to get a roll of the eyes.

“Well she might if you keep taking so long to make a move.”Aki comments.

“I'm not going to do this with the two of you.” Max specifies. He knew it was coming with the way Audrey couldn’t mind her own business if someone paid her, but he also knew it was an unavoidable conversation, considering everyone he knew had been wondering what was up with them. Including his own dad.

“Um, ouch” Audrey says, slightly offended but also understanding of where he was coming from.

“We’re just saying, man.” Aki starts, excited to give out some unsolicited advice. “You’re not exactly subtle and we all see where this is going, so what’s stopping you?” He asked, dripping with sincerity.

“She’s my friend. No need to ruin more of my friendships for unnecessary relationships.” Max comments, in the hopes of hurting/ guilting them enough to end this conversation. Which seems to work perfectly. For about five seconds.

“That's a load of shit.” Audrey tells him, not wanting to argue but also knowing Max well enough to know he was trying to guilt them into silence, Max groans. “You care about her, I might even say that you love her and you’re just too much of a coward to do anything that might put you at risk of having to be vulnerable.” Audrey finished. Max ignored her, he knew how he felt about you and he certainly didn’t need it spelled out for him like he was a child. But Max also knew himself, he knew that he’s done a lot and that if he were looking at this from a religious person's viewpoint he would be the sinner and you would be the saint he was trying to corrupt. His sweet angel. That’s not what he wanted to do, so he’d sucked it up and kept his feelings to himself.

You opened the door, unaware of the tension in the room. Max looked stiff and uncomfortable and then he looked at you and his eyes swept over you a few times, the tension left the room and entered his body in seconds. You looked-

Audrey’s squeal interrupted his thoughts. “Omg you look absolutely gorgeous. I could just eat you. What about you, Max? Couldn’t you just eat her?” Audrey targeted, her tone teasing and her innuendo not going over anyone’s head but yours. You were too eager to hear his input to think about what she had said, though you would never admit it.

Max saw the way you looked at him, like you only trusted his opinion on a matter so simple as if you looked beautiful in your dress. “I’d devour her.” Max told Audrey, watching the tiny glimpse of relief on your face and he was pleased with his answer. As was Audrey. Max stood ready to leave the room before any more Audrey initiated complimenting took place.

“I have a very specific plan for the evening, the details of which I’ll spare you if we can all leave before I miss step one.” Max rushes, much to Audrey’s dismay.

********

Max watched you down your next shot, a worried feeling settling in his stomach. He’d been chatting up some girl when he’d caught wind of your drinking. He figured you would babysit all your drinks tonight but he was quickly proven wrong. He was starting to get frustrated because he couldn’t focus on anyone else if he was worried about you, which meant another night of not getting laid because you were on his mind. He found himself beside you and pulled the drink out of your hand before he really thought about it.

“I didn’t know you were planning to get black out drunk tonight, angel.” Max sipped from your glass surprised to find the familiar burn of tequila when you'd been drinking it like it was juice all night.

“Hey, that was mine!” You pouted, before giving Max a loopy smile when he gave the drink back.

“Come on, let's go sit with our friends.” Max said, helping you out of your chair and away from the creepy bar men.

“Yesss, I missed my friends.” You say excitedly, tripping slightly. Max smiled at how cute you were right now.

“Hi, beautiful.” JC greeted you as you made your way near her and the others. When you finally got to the table you sat beside Max as closely as possible, not that he minded and mindlessly engaged with the others.

Max hadn’t said much being that he was lost in thought and he hadn’t realized he’d been staring at you. Not until you turned completely to him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, your eyes low but still curious.

“You’re jus’ so pretty.” He tells you, making you beam. He ignores the looks the two of you are receiving like always.

“You’re pretty too, Maxipad.” Max tries not to pay much attention to the warm feeling in his chest, especially when you reach up to peck his cheek. He knew you were only being outwardly affectionate because you were drunk, because he was usually the one to initiate touch of any kind.

“Thank you, Angel.” He smiles brushing your cheek.

“You know… I like it when you call me angel.” You start. “I hate it when you call me peanut, it was kinda cute at first but it has such little sister vibes, and the last thing that I want to be to you is your little sister.” You ramble. “I mean I get it, I’m probably like this random chick that you’re living with in your mind, so sure I guess, but I would really hate it if you saw me as a little sister, actually I would probably throw up, because my thoughts about you… well they aren’t exactly sisterly, if you know what I mean, and well you’re you so I’m sure you do.” You finish, holding your drink up and downing the rest.

Max was… surprised by your rant. Pleasantly so. It wasn’t very subtle and didn’t leave much room for questions but he was going to ask them anyway.

“What kind of thoughts?” He asks you mischievously, but definitely not expecting the answer you give him.

“The ones I touch myself to.” You whisper to him, completely unbothered by your newfound boldness, even though it would come back to bite you in the ass tomorrow morning. Max visibly choked, barely able to contain his coughing. Audrey patted him on the back pretending she didn’t just overhear the very private conversation the two of you just had.

“You okay Max?” Audrey asked, biting back her grin. “Yeah, just great.” Max told her, knowing she knew. You seemed distracted again, like that whole conversation hadn’t happened, but Max definitely knew he would save that for the morning. And despite his coughing fit, he felt he could breathe a little easier, knowing you weren’t some innocent little saint that he would corrupt. You just didn’t share those thoughts with him. He wouldn’t wait to change that.

******

Your head was pounding and the sun was bright, shining through the curtains. You turned the other way trying to get away from the sunlight only to feel something blocking you. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes.There Max was in all his glory, watching you, and smiling when you jumped.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Max was practically brimming with excitement, to ask a newly sober you about the things you had said and being able to do it with a clear conscience, knowing he had a serious intent on pursuing you, though with what you said it didn’t seem like that would be a hard thing.

You rub your eyes. “Why am I in your room?” You ask quickly understanding why all that light was coming through the window, instead of your black out curtains. Sometimes Max was a sociopath and this was one of those times.

“That was your doing. You practically begged me.” Max informs you with a smile on his face. You roll your eyes doubting that to be true.

You sat up to look for your phone, when you noticed the black lacy bra you wore last night being exposed. You look at your chest for a moment then look at him, with your eyebrow raised.

“Also your doing.” He informs you, the smirk never leaving his lips.

“What happened last night?” Your silent question hanging in the air.

“Not that much to your disappointment.Though, I have to say, you are one handsy drunk, Angel.” Max tells you. “And you have a dirty little mouth on you.” You cringed as memories came slamming down at once.

“Shut up.” You mutter, getting off the bed. You were fully aware that your entire body was on display for him considering you were only wearing a bra and cheeky underwear.

Max let out a low whistle from behind you, sitting up on the headboard to get a better look. When you glanced at him you quickly regretted it because he looked like something right out of your fantasies. His eyes, his lips, his chest, his abs, and that goddamn happy trail. Fuck.

“Wow, you are not subtle at all.” Max laughs, watching the way you checked him out and how quickly you tried to pretend you weren’t. You huff stealing one of his shirts out the drawer before throwing it over your head.

“So I take it you’re not ready to talk about last night.” Max teased you.

“Stop being a dick.” You say throwing a pillow at him and walking out the room to go to yours, hearing his laughter as you closed the door.

*********

After multiple days of endless teasing from Max. Mix in flirtatious comments, him finding any reason to be shirtless, and touching you endlessly it was safe to say you were on edge. So when Audrey casually suggested that you sit on his lap because there were no more seats in the car to Obie’s cabin, you felt like you might lose it. You tried your best to ignore how warm he was, the hard muscles under his shirt and the way he smelled, so fucking good, but it was hopeless. You pulled out a book( one of the ones he brought you) and distracted yourself.

“You know I can feel that, right?” Max whispered about thirty minutes into your reading. Pretty much everyone, but Obie who was driving, had fallen asleep.

You give him a confused look. “What?” You whisper back.

“The way you’re throbbing on my fucking thigh.” You felt the hair on the back of your neck raise, as his breath tickled it. Your face, warming in embarrassment, that he could feel that.

“I mean I can feel just how turned on you are right now, princess.” He brushes your hair over your shoulder so that he can get a better look at your face. He watched you exhale at the new nickname, and he could feel how it was affecting you. He knew that he would be using it again soon.

“Oh, you like that.” He stated, his hand skimming up the side of your exposed thigh and nearing the edge of your skirt.

“You know, when you tell me what your books are about, you always manage to leave out the dirty little tidbits. A good girl would have told me it all.” And fuck if that didn’t have you wanting to apologize.

“Sorry.” What the Fuck? You question yourself unsure of where that came from, and if Max wasn’t hard before he definitely was now. He let out a low hum, removing the book from your hands completely.

“It’s okay princess, I’ll just read it myself.” You were too shocked for any words or thoughts to form in your brain. He moved his other hand that was on the outside of your thigh to the inside, stroking softy. You felt your brain turn to mush at his actions.

For the rest of the ride the two of you were quiet, just like that, him reading probably one of the dirtiest books you own, and his hand practically up your skirt. You were basically turning into a puddle by the time Obie parked.

“Okay so everyone knows where their room is, and you’ll have to double up with someone pipsqueak.” Obie said, referring to you. Just as JC was about to volunteer her room Max beat her to the punch.

“She’ll be with me.” He said his eyes never leave the page he was on.

“Oh- kayyy” Obie said awkwardly, moving to scratch his neck.

You didn’t miss the look of triumph on Audreys face, and the knowing looks being exchanged through the group, but you decided to ignore them.

You stared in awe once you got into the amazing cabin, but it didn’t last long once you felt Max’s hand on the small of your back pushing you up the stairs, to what you assumed was the direction of his bedroom.

“Let’s meet back here in an hour,” Audrey told everyone, as she went to her own room.

As soon as you and Max reach his room he quickly shut the door and caged you into it. Your faces were inches away, but all of his body was pressing into you. “I’m thinking I should spank you.” Max told you his lips hovering over yours. You tried to ignore that tingling sensation that went down your spine at the thought.

“‘Why?” You ask, knowing you haven’t done anything to deserve it, yet.

“For no reason, other than having a feeling you would love it.” He tells you pointing his head at the book you had been reading, and what was for sure that kind of scene, when he took it.

“Right.” You breathe out, trying to get your hormones under control slightly.

“What do you think, princess?” He asks, tracing your neckline with his index finger.

“I think…I’d like you to kiss me before anything else.” Your wish was granted in an instant. Finally a real kiss. He’d grabbed both sides of your face, pulling you to him like a starving man. His hands were everywhere after a few seconds, in your hair on your neck but soon they were on your ass then under it, then lifting you up. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for this, and you realized he probably had.

Max pushed your body into the door while still holding you up. You lost any grip on reality that you previously had when he started grinding into you. He swallowed up all your whimpers and moans.

When he finally broke away from your mouth, and began kissing down your necks, all your sounds broke free from you. Some of them were loud, and you wished you cared enough to be embarrassed. Max clamped a hand over your mouth, to silence you.

“You gotta be quiet, baby.” A particularly rough thrust against your panties, making you inhale sharply trying to stay quiet for him. His voice was deeper and gravelly, and overall stern, putting you in a headspace where you wanted to listen to every word he said, but that was okay because you trusted him.

Max moved you to the bed, never letting go of you, until you were under him.

“Now tell me,” Max started, pulling himself up enough to take off your shoes. “When you touch yourself, and you’re imagining me,” a grin spread on his face. “How am I usually servicing you?” Max asked. Flinging his jacket somewhere in the room.

“Max.” You said a sudden feeling of shyness taking over. Embarrassment wracking through your bones. Then your brain is too empty to answer when he takes his shirt off next.

“Eye’s up here, angel.” Your eyes snap to face much to his amusement. “There’s no need to be shy.” He tells you, crawling between your legs and kissing your inner thigh. “Just tell me.”

“I don’t know, it's always different.” You tell him, which wasn’t completely a lie.

“That often, huh?” He smirked, to which you mindlessly nodded as he kissed his way up your thigh. “Well how about this, until you’re ready to tell me how you want it, you can touch yourself for me. Maybe that'll help you remember.” He teased, placing a quick unhelpful kiss on top of your panties.

“Max” you draw out. You could see how much he was enjoying this, knowing how embarrassed you were. More frustration bloomed in you when he leaned back and you got a good look at that godforsaken happy trail.

“What, princess?” He asked, tilting his head like he didn’t really know, enjoying seeing you squirm way too much for your liking.

“I want you to touch me.” You’re practically whining, and you hate yourself for it. “Please.”

“Oh we’re getting somewhere now. So you do know how to voice your wants and needs outside of being drunk, you just have to be desperate for it don’t you sweet girl?” He asked leaning back over you, his hand swooping into your underwear, but not yet taking them off. The way he was talking to you had your head absolutely spinning, you heard the condescending tone but you would be lying if you acted like you didn’t fucking love it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”His finger pressed on your clit and you realized how edged you were because that was almost enough for you to cum right then and there.

“Max!” you cry out as he rubs your clit repeatedly. “I know, angel. You’re doing so good.” He praised. “I didn’t even have to do much. Your poor little cunts’ been waiting for me.”

Just as you’re about to come he thrust his middle finger into you, and your orgasm hit you simultaneously. Your back arching off the bed, as your core convulses.

You damn near died, when you open your eyes to see Max sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking your juices off of them. He moaned at the taste leaving you speechless, not that there was much going on in your brain after that orgasm.

“Fuck, you taste so good, need it from the source.” He said the last part more to himself than to you.

He was pulling your underwear off like you were about to be his first meal in months. He took a second to admire, like he was taking a mental image of your pussy, before he quite literally dived in.

“Oh fuck…” You curse, already feeling slightly overstimulated. Max flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your pussy, before taking your clit into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

Max hummed against you, sending a vibration through your entire body. You gasped when Max put two fingers inside of you, pumping them quickly. Your second orgasm was approaching quickly and your hands tangled in his hair pulling slightly, which ripped a groan from his throat, which officially had you shattering so hard you couldn’t see or hear for a moment.

“Such a good girl.” Max tells you, which has you feeling warm and fuzzy in the head, probably because he really meant it. Placing a kiss on your lips that tastes of you. His hand was placed on your stomach, and he got ready to pull your shirt off. He was interrupted by a knock on the door, which had the both of you groaning.

“You guys, we're about to play games, and we need you down here.” Julien called, much to your dismay.

“We’ll be down in a second.” You call back, ignoring the way Max rolled his eyes and dropped his head on your stomach, which you kiss the top of.

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