#because they did some lovin alright

[rosewould]

one way; cbg

part i | part ii | part iii

🖱️⤻ pairing; afab!reader x beomgyu 🖱️⤻ word count; 6.9k 🖱️⤻ genre; enemies 2 enemies, smut, & angst 🖱️⤻ synopsis; you liked soobin but he didn't like you back. you've come to terms with this and moved on, but beomgyu hasn't. he's very sure he's onto you 🖱️⤻ warnings; hate sex, mean!gyu, slut shaming, breath play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, post orgasm torture (beomgyu rec), dubcon (just in case), blood (nothing crazy at all), pain play, breast play, biting, hair pulling, choking, spitting, unrequited crush, failed confession, you might hate mc?, takes a while for beommie to appear

⌨️⤻ this was very similar to stress relief, I'm aware. That's why it's not a two parter (liar) or a taehyun fic. alsoo while writing this I couldn't stop thinking about what the sex sounded like outside the door. Imagine soobin eavesdropping and being like "????"

"I think it sounds a little empty here." Soobin chews on his thumbnail as he fixates on the monitor in front of him. The LED lights in his room splash warm purple behind him. The bright desktop illuminated his upper body. His brows were furrowed, jaw clenching and unclenching. Eyes sharp as he examined the screen. Looking just as enchanting as ever.

"When in doubt, dump in some harmonies and background vocals. That's my motto, at least." You mumble, almost like a zombie. Your brain was on autopilot as you stared at him for way too long.

"Yeah, you said that already." Soobin laughs before looking over at you. Your eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. He can sense the awkwardness as he focuses back on the screen.

"I feel like I'm harmonied out. I have no clue what to put here that doesn't sound repetitive."

You stare blankly at the screen. It took some genuine effort not to look at him again. You didn't want him to think you were weird, but the warm feeling you got whenever you looked at him was intoxicating.

"I dunno, I usually just test shit out until something sticks. I'm not professional, I just kinda wing it."

"I wouldn't say that. I've heard your work. You sound pretty professional to me."

Your heart begins beating prominently in your chest. Gulping, you try your damnedest not to look over at him even though it feels like you could explode. You can't tell whether this feeling sucked or was euphoric. You clench your fists over your jeans.

"A-are you okay? Are you feeling ill??" Soobin leans closer to you, worry evident in his voice.

"I'm okay..." your voice came out quieter than you intended to.

"Ah..." Soobin sounded a bit disheartened, so you peer over at him. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but you swore you could see a hint of disappointment. Maybe that was just you being needlessly anxious again about every seemingly negative reaction someone might be having towards you.

Your suspicion only grew as time went on. He joked around with you less. He seemed really tense. His sentences were shorter. He barely ever made eye contact with you.

This continued for two weeks. You weren't sure you could take this much longer. You were losing sleep. Did you weird him out that day? Or could he see right through you and felt uncomfortable with your obvious crush? Either way, it was stressing you out to a worrying degree. This had to end.

You texted him to meet you on the roof of your apartment complex. It was obscured from anyone below with a camera and crazy zoom, and it'd be obvious if anyone followed the two of you. It was time to finally find out what the hell was going on. You were still stressed out, but a part of you was foolishly excited.

You even had a sweet dream that he accepted your confession. High off the wonderful feeling that dream gave you, you were all smiles. Nervous smiles, but smiles nonetheless. You sit on the floor next to the door when your jittery nerves came to be too much. Your ears perk up when the door clicks open. You shoot up, smoothing your hands over your clothes. Behind the door is Soobin, brows knit together in clear stress.

"Hi, sorry if you were busy." You smile at him, movement a bit frantic as you bow.

"No it's fine, this will be quick." Soobin's expression is stern, yet he fails to meet your eyes.

Your heart drops, mouth hanging agape. You stand there wordlessly, your hands fidgeting with each other. It felt like a dark cloud loomed over you, suddenly blocking out the sun. You already knew what he meant by that, and what he was going to say. Should you run? No...

You smile bitterly. "Ah, I see. You don't have to say anything else. I understand."

When Soobin finally looks at you, a dim feeling of hope sparks up. You immediately extinguish the feeling.

"Listen," You clear your throat, pushing down the growing feeling of mortification and sadness, "You don't have to worry about me anymore, or I guess my feelings. I know that you still need my help with the new song. I can be professional about that. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable again, just let me know, okay?" You force a wider smile. A part of you hoped that he would accept the offer to still work with you in case he changed his mind.

"Oh! Um... okay. I'm not sure about working with you again just yet." Soobin trails off, pity evident in his voice.

Of course. He can see right through you, you idiot.

"You're right. It's selfish of me to even think that would be a possibility." You laugh awkwardly, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. "Don't worry about it. You know my number so you can call me if you need anything. You don't have to worry about me having ulterior motives."

--🖱️▷

You stare at the screen of your phone, the blue light illuminating your face in your otherwise dark room. You go through your photos and delete any pictures of or with Soobin. Just when you guys would've gotten close, you screwed things up with your stupid crush. Now on top of everything Soobin had to deal with, he has to worry about someone who has constant access to him making him uncomfortable. Mr. Park would most likely make the two of you work together again against his will. You should know how this feels, yet you behaved around him so recklessly.

The following morning your manager wakes you up earlier than normal.

"It's a Soobin day, let's go!"

You freeze, eyes wide in shock.

"Soo–? I thought I was off today." Your voice is gruff. You didn't need this stress so early in the morning.

"Mr. Park says that Soobin hasn't been making much progress with his song."

Yeah, you know. It's all your fault.

"He's gonna have the two of you work together more often."

You scratch at your head. This was gonna be difficult to explain, but you tried anyway.

"I'm sorry, my manager woke me up really early this morning, that was the first time I've heard of this."

"No, no! It's fine, I understand. I don't think you're up to something." Soobin waves his hands frantically in front of him, eyes wide.

"Okay, good." You wipe imaginary sweat from your forehead.

"Let's get started."

You and Soobin were back to normal... almost. You could tell he was still a bit wary. He kept side-eyeing you, and it was a lot more awkward. You couldn't blame him, you were thirty percent sure there were still buried feelings. They don't go away that easily. You sigh as the track plays which causes Soobin to quickly pause it.

"What? Is there something wrong??" Soobin was just as frantic as always. You chuckle. "No, all I did was sigh."

His anxious disposition fades as he begins to laugh. "Don't scare me like that."

You both laugh before fading back into that damn awkward state.

"Listen, thank you for being understanding. I know how hard it can be to like someone and be turned down." Soobin says, a hint of guilt in his voice. You look over at him in shock. "You experienced unrequited love? Who are they? Are they blind?"

Soobin looks away, clearly flustered again.

"Oh! Sorry. Too soon? I probably sound crazy." You look away, cheeks hot.

"Y-you don't. It's fine, don't worry about it." The tone of Soobin's voice sounds like he's disappointed. Again.

The atmosphere became ten times more awkward than it was before. You have to take it slow. You really value Soobin as a friend. You can fix this. Seeing Soobin more often was actually perfect for you. You couldn't avoid him forever, so might as well rip the bandaid off now. You look in your bathroom mirror, rinsing off your mask.

Looking into your own reflection, you repeat I like Soobin and that needs to change.

You plant your hands firmly on your sink, taking a deep breath. You close your eyes, reflecting on your situation. You have to sit in such close proximity to Soobin. Feeling his warmth. Smelling his scent. Seeing his smile, ugh those fucking dimples. You inhale shakily, clenching your eyes shut as you start to imagine Soobin closing in on you. Soaked in hues of red, green, and blue. His face so close that your noses touch.

You force your eyes open, slapping yourself across the face. This isn't going well. If you were a normal human being, you'd be able to just put yourself on the market, go on blind dates, and meet guys at bars. No, instead you had to practice 12 hours a day. Eat rabbit food. Endure this torture.

You ball your hands into fists and squeeze them tightly, nails embedded into your palm. For a moment you really considered quitting. Quitting everything. They're taking way too long to finally stick you into a group anyway. All while still capitalizing on your pre-existing fame.

You place your head into your hands, sighing heavily. You shouldn't quit. You've come this far, and your manager says that debut is very close.

That's what you have to focus on. Debuting. Yeah, your crush on Soobin could get him in big trouble, but what about you? Your dreams haven't even started, yet you were about to throw them away because of some boy? You look up from your hands and into the mirror.

"I'm ___." You repeat as you look into the mirror. "I'm ___!"

--🖱️▷

You confidently walk into Soobin's room. He looks up, face changing from shock to confusion.

"You look... comfy." Soobin remarks. You rest your hands on your hips, smiling goofily.

"I noticed that you're always dressed in comfy clothes so I decided 'what the heck'," You plop into the chair next to his, "and now that I've done so I understand why you do.".

He can't help but laugh at your strange confidence. "Did you eat some good food or something?" Soobin asks, opening his music editing software.

"No, I'm not you." You scoff, rolling closer to the computer. "Let's get this song finished!"

And finish you did, the song sounds better than you anticipated coming into this. It was all thanks to one method you stuck to. Whenever you felt your heart swelling, you thought about one of the things you disliked about him. You had a whole list full.

He was very soft, which is something you would also say is a pro. However, what if you come home after a shitty day and wanted to blow off some steam? You may not get much dick nowadays, but you still know what you need to get off. Missionary ain't cutting it. After thinking about his first con, they just came naturally. These were things you shoved into the back of your mind to prevent your pristine view of him from being sullied. Now, it's what you needed. Seeing him as the bossy mom friend who's a bit stuck up sometimes really helped.

A week was all Soobin needed to realize things were back to normal. Instead of the uncomfortable amount of compliments you threw at him, so eager to please, you were a lot blunter. Even a bit too blunt sometimes. Soobin wasn't complaining, it was what he was used to with his members.

Soobin was comfortable with you again and his members started to get closer to you as well.

"The song sounds amazing. Thank the lord, Soobin's rough draft was so horrible." Yeonjun tilted his chin into the air to prevent the food in his mouth from spilling while he spoke. Laughter erupts around you, even from Soobin who's scratching the back of his head.

"I didn't want to say anything... but yeah it was pretty bad." You nod, hissing at your own honesty.

"You didn't want to say anything because you had a crush on him." Beomgyu mutters, stirring his drink. The rest of the members point and laugh at you as you sit there, shocked. You had grown accustomed to the jokes, growing a thick skin after it wasn't as topical. To say it out loud would be a level of confrontation you weren't ready for, but you were pretty sure Beomgyu wasn't saying it in a joking manner. A part of you thought that he was actually putting you on the spot for some reason. But he was Beomgyu, he was a goofball. Plus, it's not like you still had a crush on Soobin.

"Beomgyu, I'm starting to feel like you don't like me or something." You laugh to offset any suspicions of an accusation, but you dart your eyes at him to watch his reaction. When you see his straight face staring back at you, your smile drops.

"What's up with this atmosphere?" Taehyun asks nervously.

"I just got chills..." Kai adds, cowering away from Beomgyu as if he was omitting cold air. Beomgyu ignores his members, taking a sip from his drink and keeping his eyes on you.

"I'm sorry about Beomgyu, I'm not sure what his problem is." Soobin sighs once you're back in his room. The two of you didn't even have a song to produce anymore, you were just enjoying each other's company.

"It's fine. Why are you even apologizing, you didn't do it." You snort as you nudge his arm. What you really wanted to say is that you understood Beomgyu's issue. If you said that out loud, you were scared that Soobin would think there was something to worry about, and there isn't. So you keep it to yourself and keep your distance from Beomgyu.

You did a pretty good job, only saying hi whenever you guys were in a room alone. Ignoring how he stared blankly at you and ignored your greeting. Laughed at his "jokes" that were just thinly veiled attacks on your character. Even though you remained friendly, you made sure not to stay in a room with him too long. Scurrying out before the members could leave you alone with him. You thought this would work in your favor, but it seemed like he was growing colder. His "jokes" no longer had a veil. He was just straight-up accosting you. 

"It must be nice cooped up in Soobin's room alone where no one can call you out on your shit." His words seeped into your veins and slowly poisoned you. All with a little smug smile on his face.

"Beomgyu! Cut it out!" Soobin stands up, fed up with his accusations. You raise your hands, signaling for Soobin to calm down and sit back in his chair. "It's fine-" You say quietly.

"No, it's not! If you've got something to say then say it." Soobin cuts his eyes at the younger male. Finally, the anger that Beomgyu was feeling the entire time was reflected on his face. His face twisted in resentment and a bit of pity. He scoffs.

"You're the second oldest, yet you're so naïve." 

Soobin grips the younger male by his shirt and you have to physically pry him off. "Soobin! Stop!"

"You should be saying this to him not me!" He looks at you in disbelief before turning his attention back to Beomgyu. "You think you know what you're talking about but you don't. Stay out of our business."

"Maybe you think I don't." Beomgyu keeps his eyes trained on Soobin as his finger points toward you. "But she does. Why else do you think she hasn't stuck up for herself." 

All of the members look at you with confusion in their eyes. You gulp, feeling like you were standing in a dark room with one lone spotlight beaming down on you. 

"I-I... I just... I don't want to cause any trouble-"

"Bullshit." He spat before leaving the room. He had a right to be worried about his friend, and that's why you didn't say anything. You didn't realize how guilty that made you look, though. The members keep their eyes on you, carefully watching as you fiddle with your fingers. 

"I'm sorry... I really was trying to prevent any conflict," You sigh, failing to properly explain yourself, "I just keep digging a deeper hole."

"No, I know you more than he does. I can say confidently that I know you're not scheming behind my back. He's just a stubborn little brat." Soobin huffs, still fuming from the exchange.

Without his members staring you down your brain was quieter. Able to focus on all your worries more vividly in turn. You squeeze your eyes shut. "I don't want to come in between you guys. Please talk to him once you both calm down."

"He's the one that needs to–"

"Please? He's just looking out for you because he cares about you." You press your lips into a thin line, hoping it’s not too late.

-🖱️▷

"We talked and he wants to speak to you alone." annoyance is evident in Soobin's features as he stares at his monitor. Clenching his jaw, but this time not in concentration.

"R-really? Why?"

"I don't know." He throws his arms in the air, dropping them back to the desk shortly after. "He just insisted on trusting him. I don't."

You hug your body with a troubled expression tugging at your features. It really sucked hearing that he doesn't trust Beomgyu. That he trusts you more. He's only known you for less than a year. He's known Beomgyu for at least four. They were pretty close before you came along, and the thought of you ruining their relationship made you feel horrible. All because of a stupid crush.

"I'll talk to him."

Soobin tries to talk you out of it, insisting that you did nothing wrong and that he needs to stop being an asshole. You try to look for another way to explain how you feel but come up short. You sigh, deciding to reveal your thoughts. "If hanging out with you guys is ruining your relationship, I’d rather stay away altogether."

Soobin’s annoyance at Beomgyu fades after your confession. His words escape his brain as quickly as they appear. He’s realizing now how horrible it must feel to come in between friends. 

“I want to fix this.” You add on, hoping he’ll come around. You chew on your lip, tightening your arms around your body as Soobin deliberates. He releases a hefty sigh.

"Okay. I understand." There’s a hint of stubbornness still lingering but he forces it to the wayside. You notice his inner turmoil and pat him on his back before standing up from your chair. He tells you that Beomgyu's in his room alone. You knock on the door and a tight voice beckons you in. When you slowly open it, you see Beomgyu at his computer. 

"Close the door behind you." he says, not looking your way. His brows are furrowed, and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s aggravated or focused. You oblige, waiting for him to say something. He stands from his computer chair wordlessly and crosses his arms before you. 

"I think you should stop coming around here." the words leave his mouth like they were nothing. Your heart drops, but you really didn't want to argue.

"I don't agree, Beomgyu." Though you know leaving might be the only option if all else fails, you selfishly still want to be here. You enjoy their company.

"So you think you've done nothing wrong?" he derides and you groan. "I never said that. I did make Soobin uncomfortable in the past and I was wrong for doing so." You finally say the words out loud and even after all this time they weigh on you. You hope it’s enough but looking at the determination on his face, you know it’s not.

"So you understand that it's fucked up that we should even worry about this? You even have the other members worried now.” His words are harsh and he puts no effort into sugarcoating them with his tone or expression. His eyes beat down on you as he hurls the words at you. 

They give you pause, reconsidering your dynamic with the other until now. “They what? That can’t be right.” They seemed a little awkward yesterday after Beomgyu’s accusation, but it couldn’t be that serious. Your face pinches, trying to clear your thoughts but he keeps bombarding you with his onslaught of attacks.

“And what about you avoiding me? It’s obvious you’re hiding from the truth.” He crowds you until you’re backed against the wall. “N-no it’s because–”

“It’s obvious you’re guilty, but now there’s no running away. It’s time to tell the truth about your motives and leave us the fuck alone.” You flinch at his words, a glint of fire starting behind your eyes without your consent.

“I keep avoiding you because you’re a fucking asshole who’s constantly shitting on me.” You clench your eyes shut as you shoot the words at him. You really didn't want to feed into to this. You throw your fists against the wall behind you, heaving as more frustration fills you up before you can stop it. Beomgyu steps away to chuckle and you get a moment to breathe. But then he’s back to hovering over you with a glare as cold as ice. 

“I’m a what?”

All you can do is breathe him in and look at him, he’s giving you no other choice. When your eyes wander he just moves back into your line of vision. Is this how he intends to get his way? “You’re an asshole–”

“I’m an asshole for telling you how it is?” He steps closer until he’s completely immersed in your bubble. The look of confusion on his face illustrates just how stupid he thinks you sound. You try to speak again but he interrupts you for the umpteenth time. 

“Just leave. No one wants you here.”

“You don’t want me here! You can’t force me not to hang out with my friends.” You shoot back incredulously. 

“Oh, your friends, right? It’s not that you’re so lonely and desperate for a boyfriend that you’re following Soobin around? You look pathetic, and just know that when Soobin gets tired of you, none of us are gonna jump to take his place.” The feeling of his breath fanning over your face fans the flames of your rage. Never in your life had someone said something so disrespectful to your face and barely blink an eye.

“How dare you–”

“You’re not gonna find a boyfriend here.” He sneers, smirking down at you like you’re a joke.

“Stop fucking interrupting me!” You erupt, shoving against his chest. He barely moves and he’s still all you can smell and see and hear. You can’t get away from his relentless attacks. He’s telling you to leave and yet he won’t back up so that you can breathe. “Soobin finished the song and yet you’re here all the time, hoping he’ll let you hop on his dick–”

Seeing red, you cock back before striking him across the face. The impact is louder than you expect, your anger had gotten the best of you. In the dim lighting of his room, you can still tell that you left a red mark on his cheek. This was really bad, if they didn’t think you were guilty before, they did now. Even Soobin would have to see Beomgyu’s side now. Before you can apologize or even fully panic your body is being shoved into the wall. He holds your hands above your head as a vein in his jaw quirks.

Your anger is instantly back in place. “Let me go.” You warn with your voice low.

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” There he goes, crowding you even further until his forehead is touching yours. You didn’t think it was possible for you to get this angry. You still for a moment as you connect the dots. He’s goading you. It’s evident by the sly smile on his face. Now all his members will see you as unhinged and Soobin will be broken free from the spell Beomgyu’s convinced you have him under. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What have I ever done to you?” You rip your arms free only for him to grab your wrists again and hold them tighter this time.

“You’re just another one of those sneaky girls who try to weasel their way into our lives. You pretend to be all innocent, only wanting to be friends, and then you show your true colors. Just another desperate trainee. And you,” He gathers your wrists into one of his large hands before poking your forehead with his finger, “you keep sticking around like a parasite and actually managed to fool them. But I’m not stupid. I know a tacky groupie when I see one.”

You weren’t like that at all. You genuinely enjoyed their company and you weren’t even a fan beforehand. Even if you were, your feelings for Soobin were real. They weren’t built off of delusion, you fell for who he was as a person. Beomgyu has the power to paint you out as a crazed fan who managed to sneak past their defenses and the thought scared you. This wouldn’t just ruin your relationship with Soobin, if it gets back to your manager or any executives at the company you could get in serious trouble. You could possibly kiss debuting goodbye.

“You’re wrong and you’re too stubborn to see it. You refuse to listen to anyone, even your own leader!” You should probably lighten your tone but you were through trying to appeal to him. 

“I’m stubborn? Says the one who can’t take no for an answer.”

“I did take no for an answer! You weren’t even there so how would you know?!”

“Soobin told us about you continuing to try afterward, you know?” 

Your fire is snuffed out in a singular whoosh of air that whips through you. Your mouth drops open, but there are no rebuttals you have prepared to throw back at him. Imagining Soobin venting to his members about how annoying you are strikes a chord so sour you could cry. “Everyone knows how embarrassing you are.” He snickers and chips away at your dwindling composure. 

His face is so close, you can feel the skin on his nose and his forehead when he leans closer to tempt you over that edge. You can smell his lotion, his toothpaste, his makeup, his cologne. It’s just him everywhere and you want it to stop. Your brain is overloaded and you’re blinded by your rage. You want to do something to him, something to ruin his face and his skin, but the message gets screwed up somewhere amidst your heightened emotions. 

You crush your lips against his and he staggers backward only for a moment before freeing your hands and pushing you against the wall again. You suck harshly on his bottom lip and to make things more absurd, he lets you. Whether this was strengthening his case against you or not was entirely lost on you. You wanted to grab him, choke him, something. With a gasping breath you grip the nape of his hair and tug hard, sinking your teeth into his flesh. You pull back with hot tears dripping from your lashes as you glare up at his dark eyes. “I hate you.” You whisper shakily.

He heaves for a few seconds before initiating the kiss himself. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, you feel him everywhere just kissing and licking and biting you. It burns you so hot you think you’ll ignite. He draws your lip back with his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood and a sharp shriek from you. You yank his head back by his hair and he grunts. 

“You fucking bitch.” He hisses, exposing his hatred for you clear as day. You slap him again which makes his eyes go wild before he’s grabbing you by your shirt. The sound of the fabric ripping is loud and you gasp. You can’t get a word in before he’s ripping the front of your bra in half and his brutish hands are fondling your breasts. His lips are softer when he catches yours this time but only because he’s focused on sinking his nails into your flesh. You moan into his mouth, ashamed of how much the pain he’s causing is turning you on. 

One hand grabs his face while the other grabs his neck. You drag your nails down his cheekbone and push your fingertips into each side of his neck. He inhales shallowly before restraining your arms again. With his grip on your wrists he yanks you closer. “If you know what’s good for you, you’d cut that out.” He growls, lip snarling and breath ragged. “You already put your hands on me three times and this time you left a mark. You’re not very bright, are you?” He asks as if he’s genuinely puzzled.

You poke your bottom lip out with your tongue. “You left a mark too, jackass. And how are you gonna explain my bra and shirt, huh? It’s my word against yours.” You breathe into a cocky laugh. 

“They won’t believe you. I told you, they’re getting suspicious of you.” He’s putting up a front but you can tell he’s not confident in that theory. You try and tug your wrists free. “Well then let me go and let’s find out.”

“You’re really willing to ruin your career before it even starts?” He’s getting progressively more anxious which makes you smirk. His hand shoots up before you can make a snide remark, wrapping around your throat. He squeezes hard immediately, his thumb digging uncomfortably into your muscles. Your mouth drops open as you squirm against the wall. Your free hands grip his shirt and perplexingly pull him closer. “Shut the fuck up.” He watches you intently as you gradually lose oxygen, waiting a little after you start to panic before letting you go. 

Your hands are instantly back in his hair and pulling him forward so your mouths crash together. Your noses bump and teeth clink but it only makes the both of you more riled up. You tug his head backward, not detaching from the kiss as you push him to his computer chair. He trips and falls into it and you fall on top of him. Your hips start rutting against him and he groans into the kiss. His fingers find your nipples again and he squeezes until pain shoots down your legs. He continues to pinch harder and harder until you’re making pained whimpers and more tears spring to your eyes. 

Irked, you grab his face and squish his cheeks, lifting from the kiss to lick up the blood on his cheeks. You grind down on him with a shuddering breath when he starts to twist your sore nipples. “I wanna make you bleed again.” You laugh, officially brought to hysterics by the man below you.

“Hit me or scratch me again and you’ll regret it.” His voice is deeper than before and you can feel him growing under you. Before you felt ashamed but now you can see the vision. You ride his cock, shove him so deep inside you that his mind goes blank. He cums but you don’t stop. You just keep milking him until his eyes roll back and the only noises he can make are strained groans. The idea translates to pleasure that has you shoving a hand down to unbutton his jeans.

“See?” He raises his hands in the air, watching you fish his cock from his pants. “I knew you were a desperate slut.” You grip his shaft and pull a salacious sound from his throat. He grabs you by the throat and pulls your ear by his mouth.

“All because you feel worthless without a celebrity to cling onto.” He whispers before licking your earlobe into his mouth and sinking his teeth into it. For a moment, your anger drains and his words dawn on you. You almost believe him. You huff a derisive laugh and you don’t even know if it’s at Beomgyu or yourself. Beomgyu is everything Soobin isn’t. It’s a con and disappointingly a pro. He’s impolite, impulsive, and hard-headed… but as you stare into his sharp glare you start to understand your eagerness to sit on his cock. Soobin was easy to swallow but Beomgyu’s intricate eyes spare you no pity or comfort. “I don’t care as long as I cum by the end of it.”

“You can insult me all you want,” You stand from the chair and shimmy your sweats and underwear off while still maintaining eye contact. “but I know who I am.” You climb back on his lap, positioning him at your entrance before grabbing his shoulders with a smirk. 

“Nice character development. Finally accepting you’re a groupie.”

You brush his jab off with a scoff. There’s no way either of you can make a case against the other without painting you both as insane. His crusade against you was paused at the moment. You have him right where you want him. “I’m not. I’m ___.” You smile. 

Beomgyu immediately laughs at your proclamation, shifting to a hiss when you sink down on him. He grabs hold of your hips to take control and increase the speed. “You’re fucking me while claiming to hate me. Something isn’t adding up.” He tries to bite back but the sound of your pussy sliding over his cock makes him mutter a swear.

“You may be a superstar out there, but in here? Right now? You’re just a tool for me to get off.”

He moves both hands back up to your throat, giving you back the reigns as you laugh triumphantly. “That’s right. I like it when you’re rough with me.” You squeeze out before swirling your hips in circles. His resolve crumbles more and more as you ride him and it’s a delight to watch. He chokes you harder, familiarly squeezing until your vision spots out before releasing and letting you gasp and sputter. “You like that?”

“Uh huh.” You fake a whimper, making a show of how your hips swing. Knowing exactly how to rile him up, you slap him again. Seeing the anger flare up you get a rush, reveling in the slap he delivers back. “The fuck did I tell you?”

You spit on his face and he snatches your hips up again. He starts slamming his cock into you with a vice grip on you, digging his fingertips deep into the flesh of your ass. You yelp involuntarily before covering your mouth.

“What? Worried they’ll hear you and confirm what you were after all along?” He spreads your cheeks wide, peeking over your shoulder to watch how your asshole flutters. Even if you cover up your moans, there’s no way they don’t hear his balls smacking against your ass from in the hallway. You think– hope you’re hallucinating when you hear the door click open.

“Okay guys, what is–” Soobin’s voice cuts off with a surprised noise. You turn your head as far as you can and catch him covering your bottom halves with his hand. “I guess this means you guys made up now?” He asks, stress laced into his words for an entirely different reason. 

Neither of you answer, you just gawk at Soobin until he rolls his eyes and closes the door. You stay stuck there for a moment until it occurs to you. A wide smile stretches across your face as you turn to face Beomgyu again. He shoots you an annoyed look. “What?”

“You can’t sabotage me anymore. Who’s gonna take you seriously now?” 

“If anything you’re proving my point. In their eyes you just managed to seduce me instead of Soobin.”

“Is that what happened?” You grab his face and smush it with a mocking coo. “I seduced the big bad wolf?” He shakes his face free from your grip and squeezes your ass again. “I guess we’ll see, huh, Beommie?”

You moan out when he slams you down to meet his thrusts. “Trying to shut me up?” Your eyes threaten to roll back feeling his cock in your stomach. You curse under your breath, trying to steady yourself on his shoulders. “It won’t work.”

You throw challenge after challenge hoping he’d get as brutish as you want him to. He hisses at you to shut up but you just talk over him until his lip snarls and he’s yanking you by your hair over to the bed. He tosses you against the side of it before lifting you by your torso and shoving you face down into the mattress. “I told you to shut up.” He growls.

“Fuck me Beommie.” You peer to the side to purr but he shoves your face back into his covers. He realigns himself before restraining your wrists behind your back with one hand. The messy position has one of your legs dangling off the bed but Beomgyu doesn’t fix it, he just slams into you. He shoves you further into the mattress, making sure to keep his hand on the back of your head to keep you quiet. You curl your toes as his dick shoots deep inside you in a relentless pursuit to pound your cervix. Your oxygen starts to run dry again and your eyes fully roll back as you thrash against him. Just a second longer feels like an eternity as you panic for air but he eventually pulls you back up.

“You fucking dick.” You breathe after a harsh fit of coughs.

“Still got shit to say?” He shoves your head back down and slows his hips. Each slam makes your legs twitch until your entire body is trembling like a cold puppy. His cock fucking you full so many times has you overstimulated before even cumming. But it crashes down upon you once your oxygen runs just about dry. You jolt violently with an intense climax and as a warning that he needs to pull you up. He does so, holding you up by your hair as you tremble and clench around his cock. “That’s right, just stay quiet and cum on my dick.”

With all the strength you can muster after your high, you break free from his grip and flip around. He struggles to restrain you and your struggle back until he’s pushing your legs by your head and you reach to grab him and catch his shirt. You yank him closer and capture his lips in a messy kiss. You catch his lip this time and bite down on it as he sinks back into you. You let go and let him drive his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues wrestle, sharing your wanton moans as his cock melts into your hot, wet hole. 

You can tell it’s getting to him when his moans get needier. You slip your legs under his arms and wrap them around his hips. You push him further into you, watching his face clench as he’s fully submerged in you. You press your core flush against him and grind your hips into him. You’re dripping so much it’s leaking onto his bed and he can feel it on the tops of his thighs. With one stuttering ‘fuck’ you know he’s gone so you suck on his tongue until his hips are smacking harshly into yours. Each trembling jerk of his hips shoots another ribbon of semen onto your walls. He tries to draw back but you’re holding him still with your legs.

“P-please–”

“Does it hurt, Beommie?” You moan, grinding your hips again. His face clenches tighter as unrestrained moans pour from his ruined lips. You wish to ruin them more but he looks so sexy when he’s in pain. You give him the same languid swing of your hips as you did riding him and watch the sweat roll down his forehead. “I can’t, I can’t–”

With a loud grunt he slams into you again, burying his head in your shoulder. The high of your perceived win over Beomgyu drives you to your actual high as you cum around him again. You keep your shaky legs locked around him until an urgent wail fills your ears and your pussy is being filled again. "Please! Please!" You intend on keeping him locked in longer but he pries your legs off him.

You waste no time pushing him off of you and peeling off your tattered shirt and bra. You use the fabric of your t-shirt to wipe off your legs and your mound. Beomgyu comes up behind you to yank the shirt from your hands, glaring at you as he does so. He cleans up his member and thighs before tossing the shirt.

“Get out.”

“My pleasure. Are we still telling them our sides or…”

“Just get out. You better not still be here when I get out of the shower.” He ties a towel around his hips and bumps your shoulder as he walks past. You steal a pair of sweatpants and a shirt for now, planning to return it as soon as possible because the thought of having his clothes in your wardrobe made you physically ill.

As it stands, he still tried to sabotage you and Soobin’s friendship and possibly your career, but it seems he admitted defeat. You glance at his mirror on your way out. Just as you thought, you know exactly who you are.

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#800 #I keep laughing bc I imagine a vine boom every time Beomgyu puts mc on the spot #this is another one of those fics idk about #do I hate mc??? #beomgyu #txt #choi beomgyu #smut #kpop #beomgyu smut #txt smut #choi beomgyu smut #kpop smut #angst #enemies to enemies #enemies to lovers #because they did some lovin alright

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Runaway Fiancé Part 1

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Summary: You find out about J.J's love confession to Spencer, one month before your wedding. Why didn't Spencer tell you? Does he love her too? Can you get past this or will J.J come between you?

Word Count: 2,295

A/N: This was another work with an OC character but I really wanted to do it again with Reader. Also. I'm sorry. But J.J sucks. (I'll be honest I've never seen this episode because I refuse but like... bitch, you better be joking)

Yours and Spencer’s wedding day was coming up fast.  

The happiest day of your lives was only a month away. 

That’s when J.J and Spencer got caught up in a life-threatening situation and flipped everything on its head. 

You could tell that something changed with Spencer after the ordeal. 

He pulled away from you almost completely, he barely listened to any of your wedding plans and yous hadn’t spoken properly in two days. 

Now, being held at gun point isn’t something you can just walk away from, everyone on the team knows that but that’s not what’s wrong here. 

There was something else. You were sure of it. 

And it all decided to come to blows on Rossi’s wedding night. 

Spencer wasn’t himself. He isn’t spinning you around on the dancefloor like he usually did or doing magic with Henry or even laughing with the team. 

Instead, the love of your life was sitting at the table alone, drinking and thinking. 

You watched him stare into space and decided to ask Penelope about it. She would know if something was going on.  

You made your way over to the dancefloor where Luke was spinning Penelope around. 

You felt bad to interrupt them, but you needed to know if Penelope knew anything. 

Narrowly avoiding their waving hands, you tapped Penelope on the shoulder, “I’m so sorry to interrupt but can I talk to you for a minute, P?” 

Penelope grinned and linked arms with you, “Of course!” before they walked off, she waved her finger seriously at Luke, “Do not move.” to which Luke only laughed. 

You led her over to the corner and subtly gestured to Spencer who was sitting with his back to you, “Has he said anything to you about the other day?” 

Penelope thought for a moment before shaking her head, “No, honey, why do you ask?” 

“He’s barely spoken to me, danced or even talked to Henry. He’s been sitting there drinking quietly almost all night and I’m worried that whatever happened in that shop really got to him.” 

Penelope looked over sadly, “He hasn’t said anything to me. But I’m sure he’s alright, just a bit shaken up. He just needs some of your good lovin and he will be our regular boy wonder again.” She nudged you knowingly, “And it’s probably this reception is making him think of his own big day in a few weeks.” 

“Yeah.” You smiled at the thought of your wedding being so close, “You’re probably right. I’m feeling it myself. This will be me soon.” 

Penelope grinned and gave her a hug, “And it will be perfect. I’ll make sure of it.” 

You giggled and gave her a big hug, “Thanks, P.” 

With Penelope’s words fresh in your brain, you decided to just make Spencer feel as loved and cared for as possible, letting him know you were here when he felt ready to come to you. You grabbed two fresh drinks from the bar and made your way over to the table Spencer was sitting at. 

You slowed down and couldn’t stop the small frown appearing on your face when you noticed that J.J was now sitting beside him and the two were talking quietly.  

When you had found out that Spencer used to have a crush on J.J it really twisted your view of her. Not that it was her fault of course. But since they were such good friends, you just couldn’t help the insecurity that bubbled within you when they spent time together. Not that you’d ever say anything to anyone about it. 

Taking a deep breath, you shook off any of the negative feelings. You were just going to walk up and join them; you didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation. 

“What I said… I said to throw the unsub off. Nothing more.” J.J’s voice wavered. 

Spencer sighed, “Truth or dare?” 

J.J turned to him, her eyes were shining with tears, “Truth.” 

“Did you mean it?” Spencer turned his head to look at her as well, “Do you love me?” 

Your blood ran cold. 

Your heart thundered in your chest as the fog cleared and you now understood why Spencer had been acting so distant all day. 

J.J told Spencer she loved him. 

Your fiancé. 

Your brain began to shut down and go ninety miles per hour all at the same time. You couldn’t process what just happened. 

Spencer nodded, the look on J.J’s face told him more than words ever could. He pushed his chair back and moved to turn away from the table which, unfortunately for you, meant that he was now frozen in place and staring right at you. J.J noticed Spencer freeze and turned in the seat also stiffening when she saw you there. 

You were just standing there like an idiot with a glass in each hand. 

“Y/n?" Spencer called softly.  

Your eyes darted between the two, before your flight response kicked in and you placed the two drinks quickly on the table, blurting out an, “Excuse me.” and rushing away from the table. 

You were not going to make a scene on Rossi's wedding day. Absolutely not. 

“Wait!” Spencer rushed after you before you made it outside and grabbed your wrist, “Y/n, please, this isn’t-” 

J.J had also followed the couple and interrupted Spencer, “Y/n it isn’t what you think.” 

“I really don’t want to hear anything from you right now. Okay?” You kept your voice low, “Your husband is looking for you.” 

J.J nodded, knowing she was not wanted here and quickly vacated the area before it got worse.  

You were so furious as you turned on your heel and walked away, forcing a smile to anyone you passed before finally making it outside. 

You knew Spencer was following you, so you walked around the house until you were far enough away from everyone else. 

You rounded on him immediately, “What is going on? And I’m not stupid Spencer so don’t even think of lying to me or try to run me in circles.” It was freezing outside but you couldn’t feel it as the anger inside you was keeping you warm. 

Spencer just stared at you with wide eyes. 

“Spencer Reid, so help me. I’m not angry often but you’ve seen it and I am two seconds away from combustion. Now, I don’t like jumping to conclusions, but this situation isn’t looking good, for either of you.” 

“We are not sleeping together. I would never do that to you.” Spencer rushed out quickly, he knows where your mind was headed and he needed to get the truth out as fast as possible, “When, uh, when we were tied up, he ordered J.J to tell a secret she’s been too afraid to say, or he was going to shoot her. So, she- she told me that she has always loved me.” 

She told me that she has always loved me. 

You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh, cry or scream at this point.  

This entire situation was ridiculous! 

J.J has always loved him? Since when?! Where? In which universe? Because it certainly wasn’t this one. 

You couldn’t wrap your head around this. 

So, you inhaled and said the only thing you could, “And you?” 

“And me what?” he frowned at you in confusion. 

“Do you love her, Spencer?” You knew that there was a history there, years ago. He asked her on a date which J.J then brought Penelope to, and nothing ever came out of it. You thought it was over. 

But apparently having kids and marrying another man still doesn’t mean you don’t love someone else! 

Spencer was silent for a moment and then he took a step towards you, “I love you, Y/n.” 

You could feel the tears welling up as Spencer deflected, “That’s not what I asked, Spencer.” 

Spencer walked towards you, but you stepped back with each step he took, “Y/n...” he pleaded. 

You couldn’t do this. You can’t process all this information. 

You waved your hands at him, pleading him to stay back, “I need to think about this.” You rushed past him as fast as your heels would carry you. Making your way back inside and over to the table, grabbing your bag and shawl from the chair as quickly and as quietly as possible. 

You could feel the tears threatening to spill over. You kept breathing deeply to try and keep them at bay until you were out of here. 

You took one last glance around, watching the team all laughing, dancing and chatting happily, completely unaware of the breakdown that was crashing over you. You spotted J.J across the room dancing happily with Will.  

Anger boiled inside you and turned and left the room before you trailed her by her hair. 

You haven’t felt this petty since high school but that’s what you wanted to do. 

You sniffed and rustled through your bag to find your phone and calling a cab company. Looking around you decided to hide behind the large tree in Rossi’s front garden and wait. Praying that no one saw you. 

“Y/n?” 

You cursed heavily and stepped back into the light and watched Emily making her way towards you. 

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” she smiled. 

You forced a smile back and clutched your shawl tighter around your shoulders, “I’m leaving.” 

“What? Leaving?” Emily’s jaw was on the floor in shock. “Why?” 

“I can’t be here. I need to leave, and I need to go right now. I don’t want to ruin Rossi’s big day.” 

“Okay, woah.” Emily stepped closer and raised your hands to stop you, “Slow down and take a deep breath.” 

You nodded and followed your boss’s instructions. 

“Now, what’s going on?” 

You didn’t even really know what was going on yourself. One second you were excited for your wedding and the next your fiancé was held at gun point and his old crush-slash-best friend told him she has always loved him and there was a possibility that he also loved her too. 

Huh, maybe you could explain what was going on. 

You opened your mouth to explain but the beeping of the taxi behind you stopped you and you sighed in relief, “I’ll explain later but, please, don’t say to anyone, not even Spencer. I’ll text you. I will.” She talked as she opened the door of the cab and slid in and gave the driver her address. 

“Y/n!” 

You heard someone yell after you as the taxi began driving away, turning around to look out the back window you saw Spencer panting and standing in the garden beside Emily, looking as though he had just run around the building to find you.  

Your eyes locked and neither of you broke it until the driver was outside the property and your fiancé was no longer in sight. 

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Spencer had gotten the next cab as quickly as he could. Ignoring all of Emily’s questions as he began calling and calling and calling you. He told the driver to go to his apartment, hoping you would be there, but it was empty. 

He sprinted back down to the cab driver to give him your address. 

He threw the money at the driver; more than the fare even cost as he got out of the cab and glad of his long legs as he took the stairs two at a time until he made it to your door; he couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes behind you. 

“Y/n!?” he yelled as he searched all the rooms, “Baby, please.” He ran into your bedroom and saw the closet open, and a few clothes were taken. He looked under your bed and saw your go bag missing, “No, no, no, no.” 

He felt the tears forming in his eyes as he stumbled back into main area. Beginning to hyperventilate and glancing around the room until his eyes fell on an envelope. 

An envelope with his name on it.  

Empty apartments and letters with names on them are never good.  

This just reminds him of when Gideon left him, and everyone knew how much that devastated him. 

He ran his hands through his hair and down his face before walking over to the counter and picking up the letter.  

He let out a sigh of relief as the envelope wasn’t weighted which meant that meant her engagement ring wasn’t in it which filled Spencer with a little hope. 

He ripped open the envelope and read over the letter five times before the words sank in. 

Spence, 

My love, I’m sorry I left without telling you why in person. I know what that did to you when Gideon left, but I just couldn’t bring myself to talk about it at Rossi’s wedding. 

I needed to get away from the situation. 

I don’t know how to process this and being around J.J will only make it worse.  

So, I’m going away for a few days. I need to think this through, and I hope you do as well. 

You are the greatest thing in my life, and I hope that you never doubt that. 

You may say you didn’t, but you hesitated when I asked you if you love her and then you didn’t say yes or no. 

I can’t marry someone who is in love with someone else and I’m sure you can’t either. 

Please think about what and who you want to be with. 

Please, don’t try to find me. I’m safe and I’m checking in with Emily. 

I’ll see you soon and I love you so much, 

Y/n x

Spencer fell to his knees when he finished reading the letter. 

You were gone, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to get you back. 

#spencer reid angst #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #criminal minds

[ludibriadormonoteista]

Slay the Dragon

Papa Arc: Son… The time has come. The infamous Yellow Dragon has been terrorizing our village for far too long.

Jaune: I hear you, father. I have been training my whole life for this.

Papa Arc: Indeed, you have. Take the family sword. You shall honor the oath you took and slay that foul creature.

Jaune: I will see that it is done, father. *Takes his leave*

Papa Arc: Now, hold on a minute. *Grabs his shoulder*

Jaune: Yes, father?

Papa Arc: Before you go, I want to make one thing very clear. I said Slay. Not Lay.

Jaune: …Yeah, I got it the first time.

Papa Arc: Slay, son. Not lay, not laid, not bang, not bed, not consummate, not taking her out for dinner. I want you to KILL that dragon.

Jaune: Father, I don’t-

Papa Arc: It’s a giant DRAGON for heaven’s sake. That monster is responsible for wiping out dozens of villages a year and has killed far more people than you will ever meet in your entire life. So PLEASE! Don’t waste your breath trying to woo that blasted creature!

Jaune: Dad, I’m seriously not gonna-

Papa Arc: I cannot stress how much we need that bitch dead, and the very last thing we need is for you to try and stick your dick in it!

Jaune: D-DAD!

Papa Arc: I want you to take this sword and plunge into the beast’s heart! Chop it into pieces if you must! Don’t stop until the life has left its eyes!

Jaune: ALRIGHT, GEESH! *Calms down* For the last time, I’m not gonna seduce the dragon or anything. I don’t even know where you got that idea from.

Papa Arc: I just want to make sure you understand what I’m saying.

Jaune: Father, I’m not one of those dragon-lovin’ degenerates from the southern islands, okay? You don’t have to worry about that.

Papa Arc: Glad to hear it. *Clears throat* Go forward, son. Make your ancestors proud.

Jaune: Yeah, yeah… *Finally leaves*

Papa Arc: Phew! Crisis averted. Ain’t that right, honey?

Mama Arc: It’s not gonna work, Nicky.

Papa Arc: What makes you say that?

Mama Arc: Take a good look. *Shows her dragon tail* I still can’t believe you convinced our son I’m a lizard Faunus.

Papa Arc: So what if I got lucky and got myself a wife because I couldn’t read instructions properly?! I could’ve been killed! I don’t want Jaune to make the same mistake and risk getting scorched to death.

Mama Arc: I don’t know, Taiyang’s spawn did seem very lonely last I checked. And that was 20 years ago.

Papa Arc: Well, then Taiyang’s spawn shall find plenty of companionship in the fiery pits of hell. For our boy Jaune will not rest until the Yellow Dragon’s life has been claimed by the sacred Crocea Mors-

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Yang: S’up, in-laws! I’ve been meaning to meet you guys. Huge fan of your work here. *Slaps Jaune’s back*

Jaune: *red* Yang, please…

Papa Arc: *Disgruntled noises*

Mama Arc: Oh, you must be our boy’s fiancé he wrote about. Come now sweetie, let me show you around the house.

Yang: You got it, mom! Can’t wait to meet my new sisters. Later, hubby~

Papa Arc: Jaune… What did I tell you?

Jaune: Tell me what?

Papa Arc: The thing we discussed? Before parting on your quest?

Jaune: What thing- Oh. Ooohhh……

Papa Arc: Do you have anything to say for yourself, young man?

Jaune: *Hand on the back of his head* I guess it slipped out of my mind…?

Papa Arc: Oh, something did slip, alright.

Jaune: It-It’s nothing like that! It all happened so fast, and-! Look, she’s on the run from a whole evil cult or some shit and I wondered if you and mom could let her crash here for a few weeks.

Papa Arc: And you didn’t think the neighbors would suspect anything from the blond girl with dragon horns waltzing around our house?

Jaune: I don’t know, I just figured we could tell everyone she’s a Faunus. Just like mom.

Papa Arc: *Wincing* About that, son…

#rwby shitpost #rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #dragonslayer #yang x jaune

[bruisedboys]

clingy eddie? it’s not an established relationship and you just spent the whole day together when eddie blurts out "spend the night with me"

or or maybe a flirtatious and confident eddie like "i know you want me as much as i want you"

summer lovin’ — eddie munson

hi anon! I went with the second one and got totally invested, and it ended up being way longer than I expected lolzies … anyway tysm for the ask ily <3

summary: eddie munson is a menace to your heart — a pool party at steve’s brings all the feelings to the surface.

fluff, mutual pining, flirty eddie. gn!reader, 2k words

gif by @kwistowee

You’d barely made it up Steve’s driveway before the kids were piling out of the car, shoving each other like a pack of animals to get out first.

“Alright, calm down, you lot.” Every single one of them ignored you, doors slamming and flip-flops hitting the pavement as they all clambered out, chatting loudly. You sighed. “Not even a ‘thanks for the ride, Y/N?’”

Your efforts went unnoticed as they all traipsed up to Steve’s door and disappeared inside. You were left alone with Eddie in the passenger seat, chuckling at your wasted attempts.

“I don’t think they can hear you, Y/N,” he said unhelpfully.

“You’re no better,” you told him, irritated.

Rolling your eyes, you got out of the car without a word. The sun seemed set out to get you today, its heat like fire on your skin. You’d barely made it two steps up the driveway before Eddie was on your heels.

“Sweetheart, don’t be mad,” he drawled, his voice sticky like the sweat clinging to both your bodies. “I’m sorry.”

His hand landed on your elbow and your skin felt hotter than it already was.

You ignored him for the sake of your dignity. If you looked at him right now, he’d be giving you that tantalising look that was quickly becoming your weakness. Bright eyes with the lids lowered, plush lips pushed into a subtle pout. Plus, he was wearing his t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, the one you hated because of how it made him look. You’d be a melting puddle in seconds.

Eddie was your friend. The fact that you’d kiss him if he asked was beyond the point.

“Whatever, Eds,” you said, pushing past him and through the Harrington’s front door.

Eddie was close on your tail as you crossed through the kitchen and to the back ranch-slider, emerging into Steve’s promised pool party. It was in full swing — Tears For Fears was blasting from somewhere and Dustin was already being playfully pushed into the pool by a giggling Max.

“Y/N!” This was Steve, reclined on one of the deck chairs with a Coca Cola can in hand. “Was wondering when you were coming in. None of these shitheads even said hi to me.”

You smiled. Aware of Eddie right behind you, you crossed the deck to Steve, bent at the waist and kissed his freckled cheek.

“Wouldn’t miss it, Steve,” you told him happily. “Even if it’s only us and a bunch of twelve-year-olds.”

“Fourteen!” Lucas and Max yelled in unison, equally annoyed.

You giggled and took the seat next to Steve’s. Meanwhile Eddie was glaring bullets at the both of you. Why did Steve get a kiss on the cheek? My hair is cooler than his, Eddie thought.

Eddie made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a grunt — it went unnoticed by everyone but you. Your head whipped around but he was already walking away from you.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away as Eddie strolled over to the cooler, dug his hand in and pulled a soda can from the ice. His rings were sparkling with condensation as he popped the can open, raised it to his lips and took a sip. His bicep glistened with sweat and you could see the veins on his wrist from here. You watched his Adams Apple bob up and down three times before he dropped his arm with a satisfied sigh.

Much too late, you looked away. Your face was burning. You pretended you didn’t see Eddie walking closer out of the corner of your eye.

His voice met your ears, smooth and velvety. “Did you want some, sweetheart?”

You chanced a look at Eddie, stomach backflipping. Eddie’s smirk widened because you looked so guilty, your eyes like a puppy’s and your cheeks flushed something awful. He was holding his drink out to you, condensation from the can dripping over his fingers.

“No thanks,” you said as nonchalantly as you could.

You shut up after that, afraid if you opened your mouth again you’d confess all your well-hidden secrets. Maybe ‘well-hidden’ wasn’t the right term, not when Eddie was smirking at you like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Eddie shrugged, downed the rest of the Coke in one and strolled to the edge of the pool, sitting down so his legs dangled in the water. You rolled your eyes though he couldn’t see you, falling back into your chair with a sigh.

“Hey, you okay?” Steve was looking at you weird under his sunglasses. “Are you and Munson arguing or something?”

You shook your head too fast and then hoped Steve hadn’t noticed. “No, no. I mean— yes, I’m fine. He’s just … “ You shrugged. “Well, you know us, always on each other’s backs.”

Steve hummed thoughtfully and gave you a look you didn’t quite understand. A moment later both of you were distracted by water sprinkling over your legs and a loud yell from Eddie.

“Oh, come on, Henderson!”

You looked up. Dustin, chest-deep in the pool, was holding an empty bucket and laughing hysterically, while Eddie was soaking wet and fuming. The mass of water had hit him full blast, only catching you and Steve on the legs.

“What was that for, man?” Eddie yelled.

You watched in amusement as Eddie stood up, still yelling profanities at Dustin, his clothes sopping wet. Your amusement quickly turned into horror when Eddie grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it off with one pull. Your position left you with a perfect view of his tattooed back, wet hair falling over his shoulder and back muscles, his skin pale beneath the dark ink that decorated his torso and arms. The butterflies in your stomach at the mere sight of him were antagonising.

“Bastard,” Eddie said, and he dived into the pool towards a chortling Dustin.

You wanted to throw up. For a second you actually thought you would. Desperate for an escape, you mumbled a hasty, “Bathroom,” to Steve and took off in the general direction of anywhere but here.

In the quiet of Steve’s guest bathroom, you could hear the thrumming of your heart in your ears, butterflies swarming your stomach. Get a grip, you told yourself, it’s just Eddie. But then … it was always just Eddie. Eddie telling you how good you looked in his jacket. Eddie’s hand on the small of your back at the 4th of July Carnival. Eddie calling you by pet names far too intimate for someone who lost their cool at a mere touch.

You liked him, and unless you were terrible at picking up on signals, you were pretty sure Eddie liked you, too. It was a dizzying feeling, liking someone this much. Especially when that someone was Eddie.

You spent longer than you intended in the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water a million times until you could barely feel your skin, drying your hands until they felt raw. When you were finally satisfied, your heart halfway back to its normal pace, you braved your way out to the kitchen.

You efforts were in vain. The moment you stepped into the kitchen you walked right into something tall and Eddie-shaped.

“Woah!” Eddie grabbed your elbows, keeping you from stumbling backwards. He was still shirtless, bare chest inches from your face, his curly hair damp. “Hey, you’re just the person I was looking for! Are you okay?”

The heat returned to your skin tenfold. “Yeah, I’m … I’m okay.”

Eddie’s grip tightened around your arms as he dipped his head a little to get a better look at you. His eyes were set with genuine worry, making them darker than usual. “Are you sure? Steve said you came in here, like, ten minutes ago. Thought I’d come check on you.”

You swallowed, nodded, looked anywhere but his inked-up skin or his kind, pretty face. “I’m fine, Eds. Just got a little hot, s’all.”

You were a horrible liar. You knew it, Eddie knew it.

“Oh,” he said. You waited for him to say, if you were so hot why didn’t you just get in the pool? But surprisingly, he kept quiet.

Neither of you moved. You were hyper aware of Eddie’s hands on your elbows and his chest tattoos on full display. You told yourself you should probably stop standing so close to him, so close that you could smell chlorine and faded cologne on him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

Eddie finally let go of your arms. You followed his hands with your gaze — bad idea. He shoved them in the pockets of his denim shorts, the waistband hanging low on his hips and the fabric ripped enough to belong in a rockstar’s wardrobe. His exposed skin taunted you.

“We better get back out there, then,” Eddie said jovially, rocking on his heels.

“Right,” you said in the same tone, though yours was totally fake. You wished you could die on the spot.

Again, neither of you moved an inch. You couldn’t move an inch, not when Eddie was so close you were breathing each other’s air.

“Hey, sweetheart?”

Eddie’s voice had changed, there was something smug in it, though it was mostly thoughtful. You looked up grudgingly, guessing exactly what his face would look like before you’d looked. He was smirking.

You would’ve burnt him with your eyes if he wasn’t so pretty. “Yeah?”

“I think I might know what this is about,” he said knowingly. He took a step forward, his hands moving to hover just shy of your hips.

Oh, heavens. You prayed Steve’s kitchen tiles would open up and swallow you whole.

“What?” You challenged, though there was no real fire in your tone. You were putty under his gaze.

For your sake, Eddie lost the smirk. He took another step closer, his hands resting ever so gently on your hips. His thumbs ghosted over the exposed skin between your shorts and your top. You could feel your heart in your throat, punching around your airways like it wanted to suffocate you.

Eddie’s face turned serious, almost soft. He was so close now that you could count his freckles. Three, plus two on his neck.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

All you could get out was a sort of anguished whisper. “Please.”

When he kissed you it was with all the confidence in the world. You were melting into the kiss in seconds, his lips pressing into yours in a way that somehow made up for the eternity of lingering touches and longing glances.

Your hands hung limply at your sides — you didn’t stop to think as you moved them to touch his arms, his shoulders. You’d always wondered what he felt like under all that leather and denim. Eddie sighed into your mouth, one hand sliding around to the small of your back. He tasted like an awful combination of chlorine and Coca Cola. You should’ve found it grosser than you did.

You pulled away just when you thought you might pass out from lack of oxygen.

“Well,” Eddie said, all breathless and charming and flirty. You couldn’t help but notice his heaving chest, his swollen lips, his wild eyes. You felt a little sheepish that you’d made him look like that. “That was—”

“Ha!” There was a great shout of laughter from the window. “I knew it!”

You and Eddie jumped apart, heads whirling to the source of the noise. Not surprisingly, it was Dustin, ogling at you through the glass, surrounded by Max, Lucas and Mike. Steve towered over them at the back, trying and failing to look like he wasn’t totally invested.

Eddie, always the charmer, flipped them all off, earning him a chorus of childish ‘boo’s and groans.

“Charming,” you told him, smiling all over. “Remind me again why I like you?”

Eddie dropped his hand, his face morphing into mock surprise, dark eyes blown wide. “You like me? Really? I’d never guess.”

You rolled your eyes, face hot. “Would another kiss shut you up?”

#★ mal writes! #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddiesmixtape!

[ghosts-bandwagon]

that s/o avoids their touch as joke prompt you did was amazing! could we get one with all the 141 + los vaqueros where you’re avoiding them on purpose? maybe you’ve got really bad anxiety and can’t handle the extra stimulation?

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He knows something is off immediately

I feel like out of everyone, he’s the most understanding and will absolutely give you space

He’s standing outside your door, gently knocking and talking with a low quiet voice, “I’m out here when you’re ready.”

And true enough he’s stood outside your door, leaning against the wall, patiently waiting for you and even when the door opens quietly, he waits for you to call him into your room

And even when you call him inside, he’ll wait a few seconds just in case you change your mind, even goes so far as to check in with you to make sure you’re ok with him coming in

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He’s a little taken aback but he respects your space, he might not quite get it at first but he won’t argue, he’ll give you your space regardless

He doesn’t really know what to do with himself so he walks off to the living room, watched some TV but then he gets a little restless, so he gets up and starts cleaning up a bit

And then he hears your voice quietly call out to him and my man drops everything and starts booking it to your room

His first instinct is to bombard you with questions but he’s aware that it’ll make your anxiety worse so he stays quiet and lets you take the lead

John Price:

Gives you your space without question

“Don’t rush, sweetheart, I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

And sure enough he’s chilling on the couch, tv is on but he’s not really paying attention. He’s in the kitchen fixing you guys some lunch, idly tuning in to the tv. Even if you don’t come out right away, he sets it aside for you when you’re ready

If it’s late by the time you’ve settled down a bit, he might be snoring on the couch but he wakes up as soon as he hears the door open, he doesn’t say anything as you silently trudge over and plop beside him onto the couch

He’s got his arms along the back of the couch so you curl into his side, head against his chest, he gently drapes his arm over your shoulder and brings you in a little closer, he kisses the top of your head and breathe a quiet sigh of relief and contentment.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’ll ask you what’s wrong immediately, he’s worried he did something to upset you, but as soon as you tell him you’re a bit overwhelmed and need a moment, he backs off and gives you space

He’s struggling to keep himself busy and he’s having a hard time not barraging you with love and affection, his knee jerk reaction is to try to fix whatever it is that’s got you worked up

But he loves and respects you too much to impose himself like that, so he waits for you to give him the ok for some lovin

Even when you call him to your room because you’ve decompressed enough to be ok being around him, he’s biting his cheek to keep himself from hugging and kissing and squeezing you, so you’ll have to take the lead and gently lean into him, his affection is gentle and patient

Alejandro Vargas:

He’ll ask if you’re feeling alright but will back off when you tell him you need a moment to yourself

“Ok, mi vida, let me know if there’s anything you need ok?”

He gives you your space, maybe too much space. He physically leaves and runs a couple errands, making sure to get you all your favorite things while he’s out: favorite snacks, sweets, fruits, drinks, food, he bought your favorite flowers, that book you were eyeballing a few weeks ago

When he comes back home, arms full of gifts for you, he sees you walking about in the kitchen and checks in with you to make sure you’re feeling better

If you’re not, don’t sweat it, take your time. If you’re feeling better, then he’ll ask if it’s ok to hug you and if you give him your blessing, he will. And then he shows you all the things he got for you while he was out and about.

Rodolfo Parra:

He’s so gentle and understanding it’s not even funny, honestly? King.

Even though you’ve told him you need a moment to yourself, all he asks is that you leave your door open a little bit so he can walk past and check in on you

That’s a lie. He asked you to keep it open so he can leave all your favorite snacks on the table by your door, he’s got fresh cold water, your favorite fruits, some sweets, favorite chips

Just because you want some space, that doesn’t mean he won’t still take care of you. He’ll clean up the house a bit, load up the dishwasher, get the laundry going, light a couple candles and maybe put on some sweet instrumental music

With all that indirect affection, how could you possibly not call him into your room and let him love you?

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rudy x reader #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod headcanons

[angel-of-the-moons]

Alright, alright, consider, for the Marc smut: riding that boy's dick only it's soft (the vibes, not his cock) and gentle and sweet because they're just wanting to have some tender lovin' together. Y'know?

(the vibes, not his cock) <- I'm cackling lmao

Shade And Sweet Water

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sex, PiV sex, unprotected sex, blindfolding (sorta), cumshot(?), some sweet lovins

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: If anybody gets the reference in the title I'm gonna die lmao

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If there was anything you understood about your relationship with your boyfriend(s), it was that Marc, when he wanted to be, could be more gentle than even Steven was aware.

Jake would poke at him, making jokes about him going "soft", but Marc would ignore him, shrugging his alter's quips off and stuffing them away to turn around and poke him with, later.

Jake was notoriously the one who liked to have heavy, hard sex. More times than you can count Jake would fuck you bent over something, sometimes even tugging on your hair, or bunching your clothes around your waist to ball in his fist, using the leverage to pull you back harder against his cock, watching as your ass bounced and jiggled with each slap of your hips.

He would take you in as many places as he could. In the kitchen, in bed, over the sofa... even in his most prized possession--his car. Not even Marc or Steven were allowed to drive it, let alone fuck you in it...

Steven was a bit more vanilla, however. He would often initiate sex in the bedroom, or in the shower. Places he considered very intimate on their own.

He would often spend his time giving a bit more than receiving, more than happy to be on his knees or on his belly between your thighs, hair mussed and falling in his face as he used his tongue and fingers until your eyes crossed and your toes ached from how hard they curled.

Ah... But Marc? Oh, Marc was certainly a wildcard. He enjoyed various kinds of sex. While he never got rough or quiet as hard as Jake did, or as soft and sweet as Steven, Marc was comfortably in the middle. He could be sweet and polite, or downright filthy while still keeping that twang of romance in.

No man's land, as you sometimes put it. It always brought a chuckle out of him when you said that.

But it was so painfully true and accurate, like right now...

Right now you were both on the sofa, the television program of the sports channel long forgotten as your naked bodies twined, your hips ever so slowly grinding down on his, driving his cock deeper into your snug, tight walls as your mouths sloppily devoured one another, hands roaming unabashedly and without restraint.

You had been at this for so long that your bodies were drenched with sweat, rolling off in heavy droplets, the smell of sin and sex permeating the air surrounding the two of you.

Your tongues fought one another for dominance, one never gaining the upper hand for long.

You gripped his curls in your fingers, panting hard when you broke apart, just to dive back in as you gyrated your hips slowly down onto him as you brought him in for another breath-robbing kiss.

"Fuck--" Marc breathed, his chest trembling as sweat rolled down the muscles of his pecs. He dropped his head back, letting out a deep groan that felt like it shot straight through you, sending a fresh throb down to your cunt as it enveloped him so tightly.

"Yeah, that is what we're doing, baby." You chuckle, grabbing his shirt from nearby to wipe your face of sweat that threatened to drip into your eyes.

His hands gripped and kneaded your hips, rolling his up to meet every downward roll of yours, slowly sinking you back down onto his cock.

"You know what I meant--hey!" Marc said, as you pulled his shirt over his face, just enough to hide his eyes.

Your hands gripped his wrists, and you slapped your hips down on his sharply, earning a deliciously loud gasp from him as he arched his back into you.

"Keep it on, please? It'll make it a bit more fun." You grin, leaning down to lick up the length of his throat, and back down again as you gave an open mouth kiss to his Adams apple as you rode him slow and hard.

For added measure, you decided to suck a hefty bruise over the lump in his throat, already adding to the collection of purple marks you'd left not too long before.

"God damn, honey..." Marc groaned, his hands starting to roam your sweaty body.

His fingers and palms trailed you in such an intimate way, almost like a blind man reading his favorite book in braille, memorizing each bump and curve, each slight imperfection in the page that he would find endearing and beautiful, reading an unwritten plot etched into your skin as your bodies melded and joined in the deepest physical level possible.

He would always recognize you, even blindfolded like he was now.

His hand moved up to your throat, cupping the slender expanse before his palm slid up your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip lovingly, almost possessively.

You weren't sure why that action in particular did it, but you curled over him, your nails scratching at his chest as you cum, a whimper coming from you as your hips stutter into his and you gush around his cock.

Marc grunted and planted his feet firmly on the floor, thrusting his hips up into yours to help you prolong your orgasm; continuing to stroke the head of his cock against that soft, gummy spot inside of you that knocked the wind out of you.

"Gh--fuck!" You hiccuped, rolling onto him almost mindlessly, his cock stroking deep inside you.

"Damn it, honey 'm gonna cum." Marc groaned deeply, breathing hard as he thrust up, his hips jolting sharply and wildly into you.

You took a deep breath and pulled your hips up enough to let his twitching cock slip out of your hole, before moving back down to grind down on it, the first spurt of his precum mixed with a bit of your slick wetting the trail of dark hairs that went up to his navel.

The friction on your overly-sensitive clit made your eyes roll back into your head as you try to grind and hump to work his orgasm out of him.

And god, was he gorgeous when you did.

His abs flexed taut, veins pulsed in his neck and in his arms as his jaw locked, rutting up against you as each volley of pearly liquid shot from the head of his cock, coating his abs and up to his chest in a slick white sheen.

You slowed your pace to a crawl until you stopped, the final spurts of his cum dripping down onto his not-quite-tanned skin and dark curls, effectively adding to the mess of heavy sweat that coated the two of you.

You leaned back a bit, enjoying how thoroughly ruined Marc looked as his hand shakily pulled his shirt off from over his eyes and looked at you, his eyes warm and foggy with the haze of his lingering orgasm.

"Okay... Remind me to use blindfolds more often." He grinned at you, flashing his teeth.

You ran your palms up his chest, purposefully avoiding the cum coating him like a lewd glaze as you grinned in return.

"I got a few ideas that Jake and I discussed, actually." You say to him, a soft hum coming from you.

"What ideas?" He asked, his hands caressing small circles on the skin of your thighs.

You tilt your head, batting your eyelashes.

"Oh... Don't worry. We'll bring it up with you later."

"Steven is gonna have a fit once he sees these bruises." He chuckles breathlessly.

"Ah, well, I know how to make it up to him~"

#🌙 answered #moon knight #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector #marc spector smut

[shakespeareanwannabe]

As You Wish, Chapter 7

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Potential Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, angst, panic attack, drinking, sadness, reference to divorce, kids doing sneaky things, references to babies, swearing, references to the hospital

Top Gun, almost 12 years ago

When Payback was standing on the tarmac of the training field as they landed, Bob knew it was go time.

It had been odd enough flying without Bagman the past few days; the blond lieutenant opting to take a few days leave as his new wife approached and passed her due date, and Bob found himself almost missing the sarcastic comments shared over comms and the easy way that his new brother-in-law was able to push the other members of their team to their limits. It wasn’t always great for morale, but there was a reason they were the best team the Navy had to offer.

Bob hopped down from his seat behind Natasha and took off running towards Reuben, who he had handed his phone to before takeoff. The older pilot knew a thing or two about impending parenthood and had suggested holding onto the uncle-to-be’s phone, just in case any news broke about the delivery of the twins.

Twins. His sister was having twins. With Hangman. As much as Bob had fought her on her relationship with the cocky aviator, there was no denying how happy the couple had been over the course of the past year. Sure, they had moved fast (too fast, in Bob’s opinion), but that’s the way Hangman operated. His mind moved a million miles an hour in his cockpit, and he saw no reason to slow it down when he was on land.

“Text just came in about ten minutes ago,” Reuben called when Bob was in earshot. “She labored all day and all night, and the girls were born around 2 this morning. Mom and girls are doing fine.”

Bob felt his smile stretch so wide he was surprised his face didn’t break.

“But it’s almost 6 now,” Natasha griped, standing over his left shoulder. “What’s with the hold up?”

Reuben chuckled. “Would you want people all up in your face after over a day of labour and delivery, Phoenix? Or would you want some time to soak up all the lovin’ of those two little angels before you had to share them?”

“I’d want to soak up all the love, that’s the point.”

While Bob tended to agree with her, he knew that this was all part of his sister’s plan. She was a private person at heart and hated being the center of attention. She especially hated feeling like people were waiting on her. So, it made sense that she would’ve held off on announcing the birth of his nieces until she’d had time to adjust.

“Bob, you okay?” Reuben asked, realizing that the WSO hadn’t said a single word since landing. “You with me?”

Bob nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Thanks, Payback.” He reached out and took his phone back from the older member of their team.

He grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “You wish the new parents congratulations from me and Lori, alright? We’ll be by to visit when we’re allowed. But it sounds like you’ve got permission already, Bob.”

Bob glanced down at the message from Hangman, which did indeed invite him to the hospital to meet the newest members of his family.

“C’mon,” Natasha held up her car keys. “I’m driving.”

“You—”

“Probably wasn’t invited, was I?” his partner smirked. “But you’re shaking like a leaf, so I’m doing the team a favour and driving you. And, if I get to meet the babies before Javy and Rooster, that’s even better.”

London, England, 24 hours ago

Charlie sat at the high round kitchen table, poking at the cheese and crackers she had assembled for her midday meal as Auntie Nat raced around the kitchen, half a bagel stuffed in her mouth as she prepped her coffee.

When she’d woken up that morning, Uncle Bob had been halfway out the door for work. A schedule that consisted of bouncing from London to Frankfurt to Barcelona and, finally, home ensured that he would be home in time for Jeopardy and dinner but had left her with her surly aunt and her mom, who had been locked into Zoom meetings all morning in her office. Not that she was complaining. While the first few days had been a difficult adjustment, dealing with the time change and the customs of her new home, she absolutely adored her life in London. Her Uncle Bob was just as awkward and funny as she had been told, Auntie Nat was everything she had ever wanted in an aunt, and her mom? Her mom was better than she had ever dreamed. They had spent hours together, reading together and tossing ideas around about Mum’s latest book, going out to eat, watching trashy reality shows while eating ice cream. Mum kept reminding her that things would go back to normal when she went back to school but wanted to keep things loose for the last few weeks of summer because she had missed her so much. It was kind of nice to have a relaxing morning at home with her aunt while waiting for her mom to be freed from work.

“Alright, kid, I’m off,” Auntie Nat announced, breezing past her with her arms loaded down with gym equipment and water bottles. “Have fun with your mom tonight, and remind her to eat something before her book signing, okay? You don’t want to deal with a hangry Buttercup, believe me.”

Charlie grinned at her as Nat paused in front of the large mirror next to the door, putting down a water bottle to touch up the makeup that concealed the angry red edges of the scar that bisected her left eye, a remnant from the battle that had taken Maverick’s life and Natasha’s clearance to fly. Abby had told her that Nat still got self-conscious about the scar and warned her not to stare too much at it, but that hadn’t been a problem. She’d seen worse scars on the cowboys and cowgirls who worked on the ranch. Hell, one of their best breeding experts was a man with four fingers on one hand and only one ear. Scars didn’t exactly scare her.

“I will. Have fun at work!” Nat winked at her through the mirror before gathering her belongings and jetting through the door, allowing it to fall closed with a thud.

Feeling a short, staccato vibration in her pocket, Charlie tugged out her phone and checked for any new message from Abby. Her sister (it still thrilled her to be able to say those words) had been keeping her up to date on the ranch and the lives of the men who lived there. Last they had spoken, Abby had been excited about going on a trail ride with dad, and Charlie had shared a few tips on how to navigate Jake’s favourite trail. They both hoped that the trail ride would be a good opportunity for Abby to start digging into what went wrong with their parent’s marriage, while Charlie was angling for an opening to bring up the same topic with their mother. Thus far, all attempts had been foiled on both their parts, but neither of them was willing to give up without a fight.

Charlie clicked onto the messaging app and read the most recent message.

A: Does dad have a girlfriend?

Charlie snorted. Sure, she’d heard rumors about her dad from Rooster and Javy, how he had all the ladies drooling when he was in the Navy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth now. Besides, there was no way her father could hide a whole girlfriend from her.

C: LOL no he’s got no game

But…those rumors had to have started somewhere. And her father, as dorky as he was, had managed to date and marry her mom, who was the coolest woman Charlie had ever met. And she’d been gone for six weeks at camp. If so much had changed for her in those six weeks, there was no telling what could have changed at her home in Texas.

C: Why??? 👀

Abby’s response was sent almost immediately, as though Abby had had the message waiting to send.

A: Because there’s a random blond lady hanging out in the kitchen and he’s calling her baby

Charlie bit her lip. It didn’t sound like her dad…then again, her dad hadn’t done much dating because he’d been busy with her and the ranch. Still, he wouldn’t just hide a girlfriend from her, would he? Feeling a dark cloud begin to drift over her head, she replied.

C: You sure it’s him and not Rooster?

C: Uncle Roo has lots of hookups 🤢

A: Pretty sure I know what he looks like, thanks 🙄

Charlie tamped down a bolt of anger. It wasn’t Abby’s fault. She was just looking for information and they’d both inherited their mother’s penchant for sarcasm with their father’s ego. Abby didn’t deserve to have her head chewed off just because Charlie was asking stupid questions.

C: You didn’t until a couple of weeks ago, smartypants

“Hey babe, sorry about that!”

Charlie nearly threw her phone across the room as her mom came into the kitchen, dressed in a stylish pair of black palazzo pants and a pretty cream coloured sleeveless top.

“H-hi mum!” Charlie chirped, flipping her phone face down and grinning.

“You okay?” Buttercup’s brow furrowed.

“Fine! I was just looking up restaurants around the bookstore. Auntie Nat wanted me to remind you to eat before the book signing.” Charlie flipped the little switch on her phone to shut off notifications as Abby’s replies started buzzing in.

Buttercup rolled her eyes fondly. “Listen, a girl gets hangry one time, after 27 hours of labor and not being allowed to eat due to archaic hospital policies, and she’s never allowed to live it down.”

Charlie grinned. “But would you really want to get hangry a second time in front of your adoring public?”

Buttercup grinned. “I suppose not. But it would make for one heck of a story, wouldn’t it?” Despite her words, Buttercup dug into the fridge and pulled out a slice of leftover pizza, taking a large bite as she leant against the marble countertop next to the sink. “You know, you don’t have to come with me to the book signing, love. It’ll be super boring, and I could just have a driver pick you up and bring you to the restaurant by the theatre for dinner. I’d come get you myself but you know me. Once I walk back in the door tonight, it’s yoga pants and ice cream for me.”

“No, mum. I want to come!”

Buttercup fixed her with a look as she took another bite of pizza. “You do? You want to sit and watch me talk about the book I can’t finish and sign my name a gazillion times instead of staying home and doing whatever the cool 12-year-old girls are doing?”

“Yep!” Buttercup’s suspicious look lingered as she polished off her pizza. “What? Can’t a girl want to hang out with her mum over summer holiday?”

“She can…but she also hasn’t seen her friends since she left for camp. Are you sure you don’t want to invite Madison or Brooklyn over while I’m at work?”

Charlie was already shaking her head. “I missed you, mum. I want to spend more time with you before I go back to school. Besides, I’m almost 12. I’m not going to want to hang out with you forever.”

“Oof, right for the guilt trip,” Buttercup grinned as she washed her hands. “Alright, lady, if you’re sure, you’d better go get dressed for a day out on the town.”

Charlie grinned and hopped up from her seat. “Give me ten minutes!”

Grabbing her phone, she raced up the stairs and started pulling on the outfit she had chosen for the day, checking her hair, and brushing her teeth. Satisfied with her appearance, she pulled her phone out and checked her messages from Abby.

A: Thanks for the reminder

A: Are you sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend?

A: He wants to talk to me about something

A: What if it’s her?

A: Charlie?

Charlie sighed, feeling only slightly guilty about leaving her sister in the lurch. But whatever issues Abby was facing, whatever conversation Jake wanted to have with her, Charlie was an ocean away and couldn’t really do anything to help. Besides, it couldn’t be a girlfriend. Dad wouldn’t have hidden something like that from her.

C: Sorry, gotta go! Mom’s taking me to one of her book signings, and then we’re going to dinner and a show! Good luck!

Before Abby could start to type back, Charlie shut off her phone and threw it into the purse she had chosen to take with her. Whatever was going on in Texas, Charlie was confident that her sister could handle it.

“…and that’s why I believe that, no matter how dark your content is, your story should always end with a glimmer of hope,” Buttercup smiled from her comfortable seat on the slightly raised stage at the back of the bookstore, and Charlie clapped along with the audience. It looked like hundreds of people had turned out for the event celebrating her mother’s works, each of them clamoring for a look at the notoriously private author who didn’t even have her picture in the backs of her books.

“Alright, it looks like we’ve got time for one more question,” the moderator said, peering out over the audience. “You, in the pink paisley shirt. What is your question?”

The young woman down the row from Charlie stood up and accepted the microphone. “Hi, my name’s Lisa. I was just wondering about the timeline of your books. You say that you’ve been writing since you were a kid, but your first book wasn’t published until 7 years ago. What was it that finally prompted you to publish your book?”

Charlie watched her mother stiffen slightly before turning an almost plastic smile to the audience. “That’s a great question, Lisa, thank you. Unfortunately, that’s just the way this industry goes sometimes. An author can spend years, decades even, revising and editing their work before a publisher will even agree to take a look at it. Besides that, I also had a lot going on in my life that…prevented me from writing as much as I wanted to. But just over a decade ago, I was faced with personal difficulties that forced me to sit and pour my thoughts out onto the page. It took some time after that to organize my thoughts into a comprehensible narrative, but that’s what ended up becoming my first book, The Things We Hold Onto.”

Lisa raised the microphone, probably to try to engage with Buttercup further, but the moderator quickly stepped in. “Thank you so much for your questions. We’ll be taking a five-minute break before the book signing begins. If you’d all like to queue up at the table, that would be wonderful. Thank you.”

The crowd quickly dispersed, and Charlie fought her way through them to stand at the bottom of the stage as her mom stepped down.

“Thanks, Diane,” she shook the moderator’s hand.

“Don’t mention it,” she replied with a wink. “I’m just doing my job. Now, I’m going to go set up the table for the signing, and I’ll see you in five minutes.”

She walked off and Buttercup turned to her with a sigh, hugging her close. “You sure you made the right call, coming to work with me? I’m bored and it’s my writing I’m talking about.”

Charlie giggled. “I’m sure.”

“You’re one weird kid,” Buttercup commented, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s hair. “But I’m so glad you’re mine. I love you.”

Charlie felt her heart beam in her chest. “I love you too.” Charlie watched as her mom guzzled a water bottle, chewing on her bottom lip as she considered her next words. “Mum…what was it that kept you from writing?” Water sputtered from Buttercup’s mouth as she coughed. “Was…was it me?”

Buttercup wiped her mouth, cleared her throat, and tugged her close again. “God, no, babe. Not you. Never you.”

“Then…was it dad?” Charle bit her lip so hard she could almost taste blood. She couldn’t imagine a world where Jake Seresin was anything but supportive of those around him, but she also couldn’t imagine a world where her father had lied to her for her entire life, so, clearly, she didn’t know everything.

Buttercup sighed heavily. “I promised you I would tell you about your dad, and I haven’t forgotten. At dinner, okay? I’ll answer all your questions at dinner.”

Charlie nodded slowly, not meeting her gaze. “Okay.”

“I’ve got to get over there,” Buttercup nodded to the queue. “Dinner. I promise.”

“Okay, mum.”

Buttercup took a few steps and turned back to her. “It wasn’t your father either, babe. Okay?”

Charlie felt the knot in her chest slacken slightly and she brightened. “Okay, mum. Go kill it!”

Buttercup winked and strode off, her head held high.

A few hours later, the queue had been cleared and Buttercup and Charlie sat in a comfortable booth at Café Murano in Covent Gardens. Their glasses of water had barely been placed on the table before Charlie leaned forward.

“Mum?”

Buttercup sighed and placed the menu to the side. “Alright, babe. I’ve made you wait long enough. What do you want to know?”

“If dad didn’t stop you from writing, what did?”

Buttercup traced a finger around the lip of her water glass. “A bunch of things, I suppose. My life with your father was…fast paced. We met, fell in love, and got pregnant with you in the span of what? Three months, give or take? I had been living in New York, getting my Masters in creative writing one minute, and the next I was moving into your dad’s apartment in San Diego. I got so swept up in the whirlwind that my writing kind of fell by the wayside. It’s okay. It happens.”

“So…what made you start writing again?”

Buttercup shrugged. “I moved here with you, and I had no other creative outlet. Bob and Nat were still in the Navy, so I didn’t have them to lean on. I had no friends here; I didn’t know any of my coworkers. It was just me and you, so I would write when you were napping. I just poured everything I was feeling into a word document and, eventually, a narrative started to take shape. It took a while, but I was eventually able to take it to the publishing company I worked for, and they agreed to publish it.”

“Why did you move here? I though you and Uncle Bob grew up in Minnesota?”

“We did,” Buttercup took a swig of water. “I got a job offer here not long after you were born, so I took it when your father and I split up.” Buttercup flagged down a passing waiter. “Could I get a glass of rosé, please? Thank you.”

“Did you split up because of the job offer?” Charlie felt her heart racing in her chest. Every question she’d ever asked (or wanted to ask) her father was battling in her mind, all of them racing to be the first to come out.

Buttercup smiled wryly. “Not exactly. Well…maybe. Kind of. I don’t know, babe. It’s complicated adult stuff.”

“But I’m almost an adult,” Charlie commented, leaning closer. “I turn 12 in a few months.”

Buttercup tilted her head. “You do indeed.” The waiter placed the tall glass of pink wine on the table and Buttercup took a long sip. “Abby, honey…I know why you feel curious about your father. It’s natural to wonder about a man you’ve never met. But…” Another sip disappeared down her throat. “There are just some things that are too complicated to explain. There was a lot going on at the time, and we had gotten together so quickly, and we were juggling parenthood with our jobs, and…” Charlie felt her face flush as her mother’s breathing stuttered, tears welling in her eyes. “Some things…just don’t work out. There are some things in life that you just can’t hold onto, no matter how badly you might want to. It made more sense for us to split up and for you to come with me than for us to keep fighting the way we were.”

Charlie sagged against her side of the booth. So much information, and nothing to do with it. Her mom was clearly just as messed up from the divorce as her dad was, but neither of them were willing to talk it out with their children or with each other. She felt a flash of disappointment in her gut, but she smothered it. She loved her mom and her dad, and she yearned for them to be able to fix things between them, but it was okay that they weren’t willing to do the leg work on their own. That’s what her and Abby were there for. Even if their plan didn’t end with their parents back together, at least they wouldn’t be able to hide their children from each other anymore. That would have to be the main goal.

“Abby?”

Charlie looked up into her mother’s wide eyes. “Yeah mum?”

“I said I’m sorry,” Buttercup bit her lip. “I’ll try to figure out a way to explain it all to you one day, I promise.”

“It’s okay, mum,” Charlie smiled lightly. “I know I sprung it on you. We can talk more when you’re ready.”

Buttercup sighed and squeezed her hand. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Abigail Juliet Floyd, but I’m so glad you’re my girl.”

“And I’m glad you’re my mum.”

Buttercup smiled tearily before picking up her menu. “You know what, babe? What do you say we break the rules and have dessert first?”

“I’d say that sounds awesome.”

Charlie yawned as she crawled into bed that night, ABBA songs still ringing in her ears. Dessert, dinner, and their performance of Mamma Mia had been an awesome time, but it was so late that she wished she could just fall asleep the second her head hit the pillow. But, in an effort to be a responsible sister, she dug her phone out of her purse and turned it on instead, searching for any new messages from her sister across the ocean.

When her search turned up empty, she opened Instagram and found her father’s profile, scanning through the photos of Abby, Jake, Javy and Rooster. She felt a pang of longing to be back in her familiar surroundings with the people she loved most, but the anger and hurt she still felt over her father’s betrayal pushed that pang back.

Still, she studied the most recent photo, a selfie of Abby, Jake and Javy at the high school football field, posted only the previous day. They all looked so happy together, her dad’s arm wrapped around Abby’s shoulders as Javy struck a ridiculous pose in the background. No matter what the outcome of their switch was, it was worth it. Abby was clearly enjoying getting to know their father, and Charlie loved her mother more now than she ever had before. Sure, they might get punished once they were found out, but getting to know their parents was completely worth the potential trouble they were in.

The staccato vibration of her phone pulled her from her musing, Abby’s face lighting up the screen. She mashed the green button with her thumb, holding the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”

“Dad’s getting married!” She pulled the phone away from her ear quickly as Abby shouted down the receiver. “He got engaged to some blond woman who looks like she’s half his age!”

“Abby?” she couldn’t help the yawn that escaped her. “What are you talking about?” Dad? Engaged? Without introducing her (or Abby, in this case) to the woman? Impossible.

“I told you! The blond woman from this morning is wearing a rock the size of my head and hanging off of dad! She said that they’re getting married, and he confirmed it!”

Charlie’s stomach dropped and the cannoli and pizza she’d consumed earlier rose in her throat. “Wh…what? No! It…it’s not possible!”

“Except that it is! He told me it was happening whether I liked it or not!” Charlie’s throat worked to dislodge the tears that were silencing her, but, even if they went away, her mind could think of no words to make the situation better. “Would you say something, please?”

Say what, exactly? Her dad hadn’t been on a date in 12 years, always claiming to be too busy. Between the ranch and parenting his daughter, there weren’t enough hours in the day. Charlie had heard him explain that to Rooster and Javy more times than she could count, so what was this, exactly? He got engaged to someone and never thought that his daughter should be able to meet the woman who would be moving into their home?

Tear after tear traced delicate lines down her face, and she worked to keep her sobs silent, mindful of her aunt, uncle, and mother sleeping in the surrounding rooms.

“What do you want me to say, Abby?” she whispered. “Dad’s getting married, and he didn’t bother to even introduce her to me.”

Abby’s tinny sigh echoed through the receiver. “I know…”

Clutching Abby’s pink bunny close, she trembled as she groaned, “But he loves mom! I know he does! You don’t shut down that often about a person if you don’t care about them!”

“He shut down on me today too,” Abby agreed. “But it’s not like I can just tell him that he loves her. He would never go for that.”

“Can you find something to prove it?” For once, Charlie didn’t care that she sounded desperate. One of the best days of her life was somehow turning into a nightmare, and she needed it to stop. “Something to remind him?”

“Like what?”

“I dunno…a photo? Their marriage license? Anything that might remind him of her?”

“Where would I even find something like that?”

“In the office in the stable.”

Charlie heard Abby rustling around. “I’m there right now, I don’t see anything.”

“In the safe under his desk. Or in the filing cabinet. I don’t know the code to the safe or where he keeps the key to the cabinet though.”

Abby sighed again. “I’ll figure it out. I’ll let you know what I find.”

“Thanks…” Charlie sighed, wiping her eyes on the pink bunny’s fur. Come to think of it, she had an identical bunny at home, just in purple. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that while I’m having fun with mum.”

“It’s okay. Do…do you think mum still loves dad?”

Charlie rolled her eyes through her tears. “Abby, all her adult books are about a military guy falling in love with the woman of his dreams and the obstacles that keep them apart. She either loves him or she doesn’t know what else to write about.”

That much she knew was true. The whole reason her mother’s latest book hadn’t been turned in for publishing yet was because her mom had no clue how to reunite the two main characters, who were separated by duty to family and country.

“What if you’re wrong?” Abby whispered to her.

“I…” Charlie swallowed hard. “I don’t want to think about that. Find proof. I’ll find proof too. Then we’ll tell them about the switch.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Good luck.”

“You too.”

Charlie hit the red button and let her phone slip out of her trembling hand. Her dad was getting married. To a woman she had never met before. Did he not care about how she would feel? Did he not think of her at all when he made the decision to get down on one knee? Did he think of Abby? Or their mother? What if he never thought about them? What if this whole idea was just one terrible bomb waiting to go off in their faces? What if, every time he shut down her questions about her mother, he was actually angry? What if she had misread the situation so terribly that it would have untold consequences when he found out about the switch?

Charlie felt herself begin to tremble more and struggled to take a deep breath.

Water. She needed water. That’s what her dad brought her every time her emotions took over like this. He would bring her a cool glass of water and hold her tight until the panic subsided. She may not be able to have her dad’s strong arms around her, but water she could do.

Stumbling out of bed, she quietly made her way downstairs, willing her legs to stop shaking long enough for her to get that glass of water.

She made it as far as the kitchen island before her legs gave out and she sunk to the floor in the dim light, her tears now flooding her face, her throat unable to even sob against the pressure building up inside her.

“Shhh, Charlie…it’s okay, sweetheart,” a pair of strong arms scooped her up and cradled her against a firm chest. She nuzzled into that chest, allowing her tears to soak into the white cotton t-shirt. A large hand smoothed over her hair and she felt her rescuer sit down on the couch, rocking her slightly. “It’s okay, honey. Let it all out. You’re okay, Charlie. You’re safe.”

Minutes, or perhaps hours later, she hiccupped and wiped her eyes, cradled like an infant in those arms that…were not her father’s, as her destressed mind had thought. She froze, and her rescuer sighed, lifting her slightly to lean her against the back of the couch.

Uncle Bob’s hand never left her back as she settled into a less cramped position, his hair ruffled and his glasses slightly askew. “It’s okay, Charlie,” he whispered. “Whatever’s going on in your brain can’t hurt you. We’ll find a way to fix it and, if we can’t, we’ll find a way to help you cope with it.”

Charlie blinked. He…he was calling her Charlie. He was calling her by her actual name. But…how did he…

“H-how long have you known?” she whispered, her heart settling back into a normal rhythm despite her sudden terror that her uncle would out her and ruin this before they were able to come up with a solid plan.

Bob shrugged in response. “Since the airport.”

“Buffalo or Heathrow?”

He grinned slightly, shrugging again. “Buffalo.”

Charlie groaned. “Tell me we had at least gotten on the plane first?”

“If I did that, I’d be lying.”

Charlie blinked up at him as she shifted to face him, curling her legs beneath her. “B-but…but you haven’t told anyone.”

Bob adjusted his glasses. “No, I haven’t.”

“But…why?”

Bob stared at her, his green eyes gleaming. “Because I trusted you and Abby have a good reason for this. And because your mother deserves to hear it from you, not from me. She’s missed you every day for 12 years. Far be it for me to steal that reunion from her.”

“I’m going to tell her. I swear. I just…Dad’s getting married,” she sniffled. “I don’t know if I can go home and face that right now.”

Bob reached out and gently tilted her head back so he could meet her eyes. “What did I just say? Whatever is happening, we’ll fix it together. And, if we can’t, we’ll find a way to cope with it together. Okay? That’s how this family works.”

Charlie nodded, eyes welling up again. “Thanks, Uncle Bob.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Bob opened his arms and she leaned into the hug, feeling safe and warm for the first time since she’d gotten back from the theatre. “You have to tell her though, Charlie. Tomorrow.”

She found herself nodding. “Tomorrow.”

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pairing: jason dilaurentis x female reader.

summary: 1x11 "moments later" episode imagine/rewrite.

warnings: hospital, accident and injury.

*read previous part here!

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The heaviness of her head was the first thing [Y/N] felt the moment she gained consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered a few times before her eyes fully opened only to close them back the next moment as she found the bright light of the room rather uncomfortable. She slowly opened her eyes again and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light in the room and scanning her surrounding.

Soon, she realized that she was in a hospital room and it didn't take long before she noticed her left leg in a cast. All the memories from the previous night at Mona's birthday party flooded her mind, causing tears to pool in her eyes.

She couldn't believe that A had actually tried to kill her and she was, of course, utterly relieved that the faceless monster hadn't succeeded in their task.

She pressed her head against the pillow and closed her eyes, causing the tears to run down her cheeks.

"[Y/N/N]?" a voice called along with the sound of a door opening.

[Y/N] turned her head in the direction of the familiar voice and through her blurred vision, she recognized the form of her older brother. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes while her brother was already wiping the tears away from her cheeks before cupping them in his hands.

"You're okay, buddy, you're okay," he told her gently. The way he comforted her reminded her of the way he would do so whenever she injured herself when she was younger. His presence alone gave her strength and made her forget the fear that came along with the memory of the accident.

She sniffled before smiling at her brother, "Can you help me sit up, please?"

"Of course, hold on," [y/b/n] replied as he slid his hands underneath her back and gently lifted her into a seating position. Then, while holding her with one of his arm around her shoulders, he arranged the pillows behind her back so that she could sit comfortably. "This okay?"

"Yes, thank you," she sighed and her brother sat next to her, taking her hands in his. "Are Mom and Dad here too?"

"They're actually on their way here as we speak," he answered. "I sent them home last night because I figured they could use some rest."

"You should've gone home too," [Y/N] spoke, scanning the tired features of her brother's face. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Sleep was the last thing on any of our minds, buddy," [y/b/n] shook his head, closing his eyes for a brief moment. Thinking back to the previous night, where he had almost lost his baby sister, only brought him complete distress. "Though I sent Mom and Dad home to get some rest, they didn't. All they did was call and text me, asking if you had woken up or not. Besides, there was no way I was leaving you along here while the monster who did this to you is still out there."

"I'm so sorry for worrying all of you," [Y/N] whispered, tears gathering in her eyes again.

"It's not your fault, kiddo," her brother's reply was instant. "But, what happened last night, [y/n/n]? The police told us that it was a hit and run."

"I think that's what happened," [Y/N] answered slowly. Her brother knew her so well and it was very difficult for her to tell him only half of the truth while looking into his eyes. "Hanna and Mona had a small misunderstanding, I guess. Then, Mona disinvited Hanna from her birthday party and well, Hanna snuck in. Aria, Emily, Spencer and I went to meet her in the parking lot. I was crossing the parking lot first to catch up to Hanna when the car came out of nowhere."

"I swear when they catch that monster, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure they stay locked up for a very long time," [y/b/n] muttered, anger lacing his tone.

"[y/b/n]?" [Y/N] called and his eyes instantly softened, looking at her. "I'm okay. I mean, the broken leg sucks but I'm going to be alright."

Her brother smiled at her lovingly at her attempt to comfort him and pulled her into his arms, hugging her close. [Y/N] wrapped her arms around him, feeling safe and protected after the nightmare she just survived.

They were interrupted when there was a knock on the door. The sibling pair pulled away from each other and turned towards the doorway. The door was slowly pushed open and their parents entered the room, making [Y/N] smile instantly. Her parents visibly breathed out in relief at the sight of her before returning her smile.

It wasn’t long before they reached her and gathered in her in their warm embrace. Her brother, meanwhile, stepped back to let the parents have a moment with his little sister.

"You're okay," [y/m/n] whispered, cupping [Y/N]'s cheeks in her hands, her teary eyes scanning over her daughter.

"I’m okay," [Y/N] nodded, her own tears slipping out of her eyes. Her attention turned to her dad when he caressed her hair, his worried gaze set on the wound on her forehead.

"When they find the lowlife who did this to you, I'm gonna kill them," he said quietly.

"[y/b/n] said he's gonna make sure they stay locked up for a long time," [Y/N] said with a chuckle, hoping to lessen her parents' worry over her.

"I guess that's an option too," her dad replied with a shrug, causing [Y/N] to laugh.

Seeing her smile was more than enough for her family and they took her in their loving embrace again, thanking the stars that, despite her injuries, she was alright.

...

It was a little later in the morning and [Y/N]'s mother kept her company. Her dad was out in the hallway on a call while her brother had gone home to freshen up.

Even before the knock came, [Y/N] and her mom both heard familiar voices and the sound of rushed footsteps.

"I wonder who that could be," [y/m/n] said with a teasing smile before moving to open the door. "Hi, girls."

"Hi, Mrs. [y/l/n]," [Y/N] heard her friends greet before she saw them.

"Is [y/n/n] awake? Can we see her?" Hanna asked.

"She is and of course," [y/m/n] replied, opening the door further for her daughter's friends.

[Y/N] smiled when she saw Hanna first and the latter didn't waste a second before moving towards the bed to hug her injured friend carefully.

"You scared me, [y/n/n]," Hanna whispered with a relieved sigh, leaning her head against [Y/N]'s.

"I'm alright, Hanna banana," she replied, rubbing Hanna's back to comfort her.

"I'll give you girls some time," [y/m/n] said, moving to exit the room. "Call me if you need anything, okay? I'll be right out here."

"Of course," Spencer replied. "Thank you, Mrs. [y/l/n]."

[Y/M/N] smiled at them before stepping out of the room and closing the door. Over Hanna's shoulder, [Y/N] passed a smile to her other friends, who returned the gesture and waited patiently. They knew that [Y/N] and Hanna were the closest. The two were friends even before they met Alison and their bond only grew stronger after Ali's disappearance while the rest of them drifted apart.

[Y/N] frowned when she heard Hanna sniffle and pulled back from the hug. Hanna wiped away her tears before looking at [Y/N]. 

"Han," the injured girl whispered, taking in the blonde's red-rimmed eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you really scared me," replied Hanna.

"No, don't apologize," [Y/N] said back, shaking her head. "I'll be okay, trust me."

Hanna nodded with a small smile and moved aside to let the other girls hug [Y/N]. Once Aria, Emily, and Spencer finished checking up on [Y/N], Hanna was quick to resume her seat next to her best friend.

"Does it hurt?" Emily asked, sitting at the foot of the bed near [Y/N]'s injured leg.

"Yeah, kind of," [Y/N] shrugged and smiled a little as if accepting that the road to recovery was going to be quite long. "So, who is it? Who's A?"

[Y/N] looked at her friends expectantly and frowned when the three girls looked at Hanna in turn.

"Uh, we didn't talk about it last night," Hanna said when [Y/N] looked at her. "I mean, I know who A is but we couldn't focus on it last night without you."

"You guys didn't have to," [Y/N] said softly, feeling touched by her friends' consideration.

"We're in this together, remember?" Aria asked from where she was sitting on [Y/N]'s unoccupied side of the bed.

"Thanks guys," [Y/N] said, squeezing Aria's hand in hers while her other hand was held by Hanna.

"Noel Kahn is A," Hanna blurted, unable to keep it to herself anymore, and her friends gaped at her.

"What?" Emily questioned just as [Y/N] asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Hanna nodded in confirmation. "I saw him in the woods and he left an A message."

"You actually saw him leave a message?" Spencer repeated, her posture still laced with shock at the revelation of their tormentor.

"He wrote something on the back of a car window," Hanna spoke slowly, a little hesitant this time.

"Do you know what he wrote?" Emily asked.

Hanna remained silent. [Y/N] didn't know if Emily or Spencer noticed it, but she definitely saw Hanna glance at Aria once before looking away.

"I see you," Aria spoke, gaining her friends' attention from Hanna. Her gaze was on the floor as she fiddled with her fingers nervously and the rest of the girls understood that was the message written on the car.

[Y/N] looked at Hanna first and the latter gave an uncomfortable smile. Hanna didn't want to be the one to reveal the second secret she had discovered last night -- it was totally up to Aria as it involved her. [Y/N], then, looked at Spencer and Emily, who looked as equally confused as her.

"How do you know?" Spencer was the first to question Aria.

"I was in the car," Aria replied quietly.

"Whose car was it?" Emily asked next and Aria sucked in a deep breath.

"Ezra Fitz," the petite girl's answer left her friends baffled except for Hanna.

"Wait, Mr. Fitz?" Spencer asked, her voice a little louder in shock. The judgement in her voice was extremely obvious as well. "Our English teacher?"

Aria gave a short nod and the other three girls looked at Hanna, who nodded in confirmation.

"Aria, you and Mr. Fitz?" [Y/N] asked gently, though she was still in disbelief at the idea that one of her best friends was in a relationship with their English teacher.

Aria simply nodded again in response.

"The call you got at the party?" Emily said, her eyes lighting up at the memory from Mona's birthday party. "That was him, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Aria said with a heavy sigh and finally looked up at her friends. "Guys, I couldn't tell anyone. I promised Ezra."

"Ezra?" Spencer scoffed. "Wait, this is something that's been going on? You and a teacher?"

"I didn't just get into his car last night, Spence," Aria answered, offended. "Who do you think I am?"

"How long have you been seeing him?" Emily asked, sounding calmer and less judgmental compared to Spencer.

"Since before school started," Aria said.

"Since Labor Day?" [Y/N] asked. "That's when you got back from Iceland, right?"

"Yep," Aria confirmed.

"So, you didn't have a boyfriend in Iceland, then?" Hanna asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"I- I did," Aria answered, "But, it's not like that."

"And, why did you get into his car last night?" Spencer questioned Aria and the latter looked uncomfortable with all of the questions being thrown at her.

"Spence, look," [Y/N] interrupted with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. Along with her leg, her head was starting to hurt as well with the tension in the room. "Aria's relationship with Mr. Fitz is the least of our concerns right now. We just found out who A is. What are we gonna do?"

"Okay," Spencer breathed out, nodding, and turned to Hanna. "Han, what exactly did you see again?"

"Well, I saw Aria go into the parked car," Hanna said, her gaze falling on [Y/N]'s injured leg subconsciously. "Then, I saw someone in a black hoodie write something on the back of the car window. When the person turned around, it was Noel."

"So, was he the one who ran me over?" [Y/N] asked. "I couldn't really see the driver."

The girls looked at each other, wondering the same.

"I'm not sure," Hanna answered first.

"It was too dark to see the driver," Emily added.

“Guys, it couldn’t have been Noel,” Aria said suddenly. 

“Why do you sound so sure about it?” Spencer asked. 

“Because, I saw him too. Well, I didn’t see him write on the back of Ezra’s car,” Aria replied. “But, after [y/n/n] was taken to the hospital, I saw him with the rest of the crowd. I don’t think he could’ve hit her, park the car, and then come back to the site of the accident all within a short amount of time.”

“So, are there two A’s?” [Y/N] asked nervously.

“Like, one is Noel who wrote the message on Mr. Fitz’s car and the other that drove me over?” 

“I do not like the sound of that,” Hanna said, leaning her head on [Y/N]’s shoulder. 

“None of us do, Han,” Spencer sighed. 

…

Later that afternoon, [Y/N] was re-reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for the nth time when there was a knock on the door of her hospital room.

"Come in," she called and marked the page she was on with her bookmark, leaving the book in her lap for the time being.

Her eyes watched in curiosity as the door slowly opened and she was taken aback when Jason slowly entered the room. He smiled at her and she noticed that he had a small lavender-colored gift bag in his hand.

"Jason?" she asked with a stunned smile.

"Hello, [Y/N]," he greeted, his smile faltering once he took in her bruised form.

"Hi! Come on in," she said and he moved further into the room, moving his eyes away from her leg that rested in a cast.

"Hey," he said in a whisper, standing next to the bed. "How- how are you?"

"I'm doing okay," she answered and he nodded. However, she could see the concern in his green eyes as they scanned over the bandage on her forehead, faint scratches on her arm, and on her injured leg again.

"My god, [Y/N], are you sure you're okay?" he asked, meeting her eyes again.

"I mean, it's not rainbows and unicorns at the moment," she chuckled. "But, I'll be alright."

He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head.

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

"Your positivity," he replied, smiling at her in rather awe. "It's amazing, really. I remember Ali used to go on and on about how you were the most positive out of the powerpuff girls."

"Ali called us powerpuff girls?" [Y/N] asked teasingly.

"Okay, that was me," he said sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Don't be, it's funny," she said, still chuckling before looking down at her lap for a moment. Noticing the book there, she moved it to the table beside her and faced Jason again. "Would you like to have a seat? There's the chair."

"Oh, sure," he replied before picking up the chair that was at the foot of the bed and moving it closer to her. "I met your parents and brother outside, by the way. They seemed busy on the phone."

"Don't remind me," [Y/N] shook her head tiredly. "Somehow the accident ended up on the news and everyone we know have been calling continuously. Mom, Dad, and [y/b/n] were ignoring them, but I asked them to answer the calls and just get it over with, you know?

"Besides, every time they look at me, they get this sad look in their eyes and I feel bad that I gave them this scare."

"Hey, no, it's not your fault that you got hurt," he said gently.

"I just wish I moved out of the car's way when I saw it come at me," [Y/N] said in a small voice. "Instead, I froze on the spot; it was like my brain stopped functioning."

"Do you think that it was an accident?" he asked.

"What?" [Y/N] asked, her heartbeat rising at his intent gaze on her. "I think so. I- I don't see why anyone would want to hit me on purpose."

"I have a feeling that something's going on," he spoke, continuing to look at her. "First, Ali went missing and they found her body literally after a year. Then, we did a memorial for her only for someone to destroy it so- so brutally. Then, when I saw you at the school the other day during the storm, you seemed pretty terrified after getting a text and literally flew out of the room. Now, someone ran you over with their car, [Y/N]. All of these can't be a coincidence, can they?"

"I- I don't know what to tell you, Jason," she replied with a soft sigh. She truly didn't and this topic made her feel uneasy. She had a feeling A was behind all of these incidents, but she couldn't tell Jason about them. She couldn't possibly put Jason in A's radar.

"[Y/N], please," he pleaded in a low voice. "Is there something going on? Is someone bothering you and your friends? Was someone trying to hurt Ali?"

"I really don't know," she answered helplessly and he let out a defeated sigh, dropping his gaze from hers. "If something was going on, especially if it was related to Ali, I would let you know. I promise."

He looked at her again in silence as if analyzing whether she was telling the truth or not. [Y/N] wasn't sure what he saw, but eventually, he looked convinced by her words.

"Thank you. Oh, and here," he said, handing her the small gift bag he had brought. "This is for you. It's a little get well soon present."

"Thank you," she replied, keeping the bag in her lap. "You know, you didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he shrugged, smiling.

"Well, thanks again," she replied, feeling her heart warm at his sweet gesture. She looked at the bag, but she couldn't see the contents in it due to the tissue papers he had placed in it. "What's in here?"

"Go ahead and look," he chuckled, causing her to grin sheepishly. However, she did as he said and moved the tissue papers to the side of the bag and gasped, her eyes widening.

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed in a whisper, taking the small otter plush toy out of the bag. She held it in both of her hands, gazing at it with heart eyes.

"Jason," she called, turning to him, and he was already looking at her with an affectionate smile. He found her reaction to the simple gift so cute and pure. "This is adorable! Thank you so much! How'd you know I like otters?"

"Guess," he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Ali?" she asked and he confirmed with a nod. She was almost in disbelief at that idea that Ali had talked about them so much.

"You girls are all that she talked about most of the time," he shared with a sad but fond smile on his lips and she returned it.

"Thank you again," she said softly while hugging the otter close to her heart. "I love this little guy so much already."

"You're very welcome," he couldn't help but laugh at her words. The way she found happiness in the smallest of things made him adore her further. He didn't think the gift was a big deal. However, seeing the way she was holding the plush toy as if it was a prized possession warmed his heart and he was glad that at times he had paid attention to Ali's tales about her friends.

"So, I should get going now," he said in a low voice, regretting the words that left his lips.

"Oh, okay," she replied in an equally low voice that made him wonder if she was going to miss him as much as he would miss her the moment they would be away from each other. "Are you going to stick around here for a while?"

Was that hope he heard in her voice?

He shook away his mind voice and looked at her with guilt.

"I'm actually leaving town," he said, making her heart drop.

"Oh," a barely audible whisper was all she could manager. She cleared her throat before speaking again. "When do you leave?"

"Later today," he answered. "I'll be back, though. Soon, hopefully. Sorry, I don't mean to drop all this on you."

"No, don't be," she shook her head, a small smile stretching her lips in order to reassure him. "Are you driving?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"Drive safe, okay?" she said.

"Of course," he smiled at her. "And, you take care of yourself, alright?"

"I will," she nodded.

"And, please let me know if…" he trailed off and she understood perfectly.

"I will, Jason," there was something in her voice that made him trust her words and he nodded at her gratefully.

With one last smile, he got up and moved the chair he was sitting on to its previous position by the foot of the bed. He once again moved closer to [Y/N] to say his goodbyes. For now.

"I guess this is goodbye," he said.

"I believe in see you laters," she chuckled, making him do the same. "Thank you for visiting me and for the gifts. I appreciate it."

"Anytime, [Y/N]," he replied before his gaze dropped from her for few moments before returning back to hers. "Is it okay if I give you a hug?"

"Yes," she whispered after a few moments, subconsciously opening her arms for him. Jason leaned down and he was as gentle as possible as he held her in his arms. One of his hands cradled the back of her head against his shoulder and the other wrapped around her shoulders. [Y/N] slowly brought her arms around him and rested them on his shoulder blades.

Jason was the first to pull back from the hug, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. [Y/N] moved her hands back in her lap and smiled up at him as he looked at her.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he told her quietly, his hand holding the side of her head for a few more seconds before he stepped back, creating a little distance between them. "Please stay safe."

"I will," she replied in an equally quiet voice. "You too."

He nodded at her and slowly walked backwards before stopping at the door.

"See you later, [Y/N]," he said with a smile, which she returned instantly.

"See you later, Jason," she said and watched as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

[Y/N] let out a small sigh and looked down at the otter plush, smiling fondly at it. Her heart felt a little heavy at the thought that Jason would be miles away from Rosewood, from her, soon. At the same time, his word of coming back soon made her feel relieved.

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#jason dilaurentis x reader #jason dilaurentis x female reader #jason dilaurentis fanfiction #pretty little liars #pll fanfiction #jason dilaurentis #drew van acker

[patdkoala]

Not So Perfect Family

Pairing: Joel x Female Reader  Warnings: Smut, Joel being Daddy obvi, Ellie being the teen daughter we all once were, found family, slight choking if you squint, unprotected sex (I mean where would you even find condoms in a apocalypse?)

Joel and Ellie were doing just fine on their own and they were just trying to get by. It wasn’t until they arrived in the town that Joel’s brother was in where Ellie hit it off with one of the older women in town. (Y/N).

She is smart, courageous, loud, determined, and basically the mother that Ellie always needed. 

After Tess passed, Joel and Ellie both needed that motherly figure around them to keep them both in check. 

Except Joel won’t except (Y/N) around. 

“I don’t need you mothering me. I’m not the 14 year old,” he said to her while she helped to clean his wounds. “Fine, bleed out and die for all I care but don’t you dare get mad at me when that little girl in the other room kills herself because she doesn’t have you around anymore,” (Y/N) said back to him as he then just rolled his eyes and let her continue to help him. 

They all went on hunts together and they stuck together like a family. 

When they got captured or taken in by other people, they were always asked if they were a family. Joel at first hated when people would just assume that he and (Y/N) were a couple and that Ellie was their child but now he’s gotten so used to it and Ellie is more his daughter than she ever was anyone else’s at this point. 

It honestly wasn’t until Ellie told Joel to make a move on (Y/N) that he noticed how close they actually were.

“Why don’t you just ask her out or something?” Ellie asked as she put on her jacket. Her and Joel were going out to go get dinner. AKA they were going to go shoot down a rabbit or deer of some sort while (Y/N) stayed back and rested since she had gotten pretty beat up in the last fight they had with a clicker. No one got bit but it sure did get close.

“Right, I’ll just take her to Olive Garden,” Joel said as he cleaned out his rifle. “What’s Olive Garden?” Ellie asked with curious eyes. “It’s- nevermind. I’m not going to ask (Y/N) out because that is not important,” Joel said as Ellie shrugged.

“Well, I think it is important because everyone needs some lovin every once in a while and I know you haven’t had any since Tess and I don’t think (Y/N) has had many boyfriends because I heard your brother call her stand-off-ish. Whatever that means,” Ellie said as (Y/N) walked in the room.

“Who said I was stand-off-ish?” “My dumb brother.” “So you don’t think I am?” She asked as she placed her hands on her hips. “No, I definitely do but my brother had no right calling you that,” Joel said as (Y/N) smiled at Ellie. 

Joel and Ellie left and when they came back the house looked almost clean.

They had found an abandoned house in the woods and it hadn’t been destroyed by infected or ransacked by hunters. It was almost in pristine condition. Except for the fact that there is no running water or gas. So they made all their food on a campfire in the backyard and they promised to only stay there during the night. In the daytime, they will try and get to the next town over to get more essentials.  

Joel cooked up a mean rabbit in the backyard while Ellie changed out of her snow covered pants. (Y/N) and her made up a board game without a board. Sometimes Joel would join in if he wasn’t in a grumpy mood. 

But for some reason, tonight felt different. 

They had had many nights as a family together. Nothing new there. But for some reason when they finished dinner that night things were different. 

“You should get some sleep, kiddo,” Joel said to Ellie as (Y/N) finished braiding her hair. “Fine, but in the morning I demand more stories about BP (Before Pandemic).”

“Alright. Just head up and We’ll come check in on you in a minute,” He said as (Y/N) tied off the braid with a ribbon and then Ellie ran up into the child’s bedroom that was perfectly left undestroyed in the home. 

There were three bedrooms in the home. It was a nice home. Joel could only assume that there was a big family living there before because in what is now Ellie’s room there is a bunk-bed, a desk, a crib fit for a toddler, and it had a beautiful sliding door closet.

Joel’s room is the second biggest room across from (Y/N)’s room. Joel’s was probably the office since their isn’t a bed in that room but a nice couch. He insisted on taking that room only because he knows it’s not right to take a nice big queen sized bed from a woman like (Y/N).

“We should clean up and lock up,” (Y/N) said as Joel nodded silently and then he got up and locked the doors and put a dresser in front of the front door like he had for the past month of them living there and then he put a desk in front of the back door and a string attached from the desk to the dresser so that while they are upstairs if someone or something breaks in then they will know. 

They headed up the stairs and they snuck quietly into Ellie’s room. She was tucked under the covers of the bottom bunk and she actually looked peaceful. “Good night, baby girl,” Joel whispered as (Y/N) smiled at the man.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked as she turned a bright shade of red. “Nothing, I just love your love for her. It makes me almost forget that the world ended. Because when I look at you and her I can almost think for a small minute that you two are actually a father and daughter and we are just a happy family not fighting for their lives,” (Y/N) said as Joel then went to wipe away a tear from her eye. 

She hadn’t even noticed she was crying. 

“If the world hadn’t ended, I would have never met you,” He said as she smiled. “That’s not completely true. Because I like to think everyone is always connected. And that maybe we would have met it just would have taken a while and we probably wouldn’t have been as close as we are now.” 

“We could be closer,” Joel said as they both realized they are now standing outside of Ellie’s room. (Y/N) had her back to the door and Joel was standing awfully close to her. 

“Joel, what are we doing here?” (Y/N) asked in a sort of out of breath state. 

“Whatever you want me to do.”

And with that he wrapped one of his hands around her face and another around her waist as he pulled her close to his body and into a deep kiss. 

Her hands traveled throughout his hair and she tugged slightly which caused a moan to fall from his lips. 

He noticed that might cause Ellie to wake so he picked up (Y/N) from her ass and had her wrap around his body so they could go into (Y/N)’s room. She was the one with the queen bed and all. 

(Y/N) fell to the bed so effortlessly and Joel hovered over her slightly as he pulled off his many layers of clothing. 

“Take off your clothes,” He demanded in a hush bedroom voice. Not the mando voice.

She took off her clothes and then they both froze for a short second realizing that they were standing and sitting there completely naked and about to have sex for the first time in god knows how long for either of them.

In that very moment they both just smiled at each other in an unspoken consent and then went back to locking lips with each other.

Joel had one hand wrapped around the back of her neck and another on her thigh as he kissed her. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do with her hands. She kept moving them all over his body. She didn’t want to ever forget this moment.

“Just fuck me,” She moaned as he chuckled into her mouth and then like a good boy, did was he was told.

Their bodies fit so perfectly together like puzzle pieces. But like, the lost ones at the bottom of the tray. 

Joel started off slow and then once he knew she was comfortable he worked up a steady pace and went faster. The only problem to that was she started to make noises. 

“You need to shut the fuck up or else you might wake the kid up,” Joel demanded as (Y/N) tried her best to contain her moans.

“I- uh- can’t - oh- fuck- please- don’t - stop- uh-” She said what little she could in broken english. Joel just continued to fuck her until he felt himself getting closer and her pulsing around his throbbing dick.

“Please. Don’t stop” She finally said in a complete sentence as Joel thrusted one last time as he came in her and then she came shortly thereafter. 

They laid in bed motionless for a good hour before they noticed the sun coming up so they got dressed and went to sleep. 

In the morning, Ellie woke up first, per usual, and she went into (Y/N)’s room but to her surprise found Joel and (Y/N) cuddled up together.

“Did you two finally fuck or was this to just keep warm?” Ellie blurted out as Joel threw a pillow at her. “GET OUT, ELLIE!” He yelled as she giggled and ran out of the room.

“Glad to see that even if we aren’t her mom and dad we can still traumatize her like parents,” (Y/N) said as Joel smiled and then rolled over to go back to sleep after muttering something or other. 

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #pedro pascal #ellie the last of us #joel and ellie #joel smut #daddy is a state of mind

[jordie-gvf]

the chapstick challenge, josh kiszka

i wrote this because my dream in middle school was to do the chapstick challenge on youtube and had no one to do it with, so therefore im writing it.

summary : yn is a youtuber and does the chapstick challenge with josh!

word count : 802

warnings : sexual themes, sexual innuendos, kissing, making out, corniness

enjoy!

You have been a pretty well-known YouTuber for a good five years now. Josh had been in a couple videos before, but he liked to stay behind the scenes, he liked to pretend to be the director. 

You got a lot of video requests on Twitter for the chapstick challenge. You asked Josh if he would be open to it. He said, “I get to kiss my angel 30 times AND were getting it on camera? Of course I'm gonna do it.” You loved his enthusiasm and ordered tons of chapsticks on Amazon. There were soda flavors, fruit flavors, lemonades, candies, all kinds of flavors. You went to the dollar store and picked up a heart bowl to put them all in. 

Once everything arrived, you unpacked them all and put them in the bowl. Josh set up your camera, sat on the bed and waited for you. You came in with the bowl and set it on your bedside table. 

He had already turned your camera on and introduced himself. You did your intro and got right into the video. 

“I wanna be the guesser. Can I just be the guesser? And you're the kisser?” He asked you. 

You nodded and laughed, “Yes Josh, you can be the guesser.” He gasped in excitement and grabbed his white bandana. You wrapped it around his head, trying not to smush the curls. As you were tying it, he placed his hands on your ass and smacked it a few times. You turned towards the camera and shook your head. 

You put the bowl behind you and reached back without looking. You picked the first one, raspberry jam donut. You pulled the cap off and put it on. You pulled his head forward and pecked his lips. He pouted and said, “Aw, that's all? C’mere sugar, give me some lovin,” and kiss you. 

“Well whatever it is, I like it. Can we keep these?” He said. 

You responded and said, “Do you think we bought these to give away?” 

He laughed and said, “Put more on, I got distracted.” 

You slathered it on and kissed him. “Can I smell it? Is that cheating?” he asked. You told him no and let him smell it. 

“I know what it is, she has cream that smells just like it. Raspberry jam donut.” He said. You clapped and told him yes. 

He wiped his lips off and told you to keep going. 

After about 10 lip balms, he was already getting tired of it. “I don't wanna do this no more,” he said and frowned. 

You told him 2 more and he said fine. 

You grabbed a balm and showed the camera. Cherry vanilla coke, your favorite drink. You grabbed his face and kissed him. “Cherry.” he said first. You said “mhm” and let him continue guessing. “Come back here.” he said and reached out for your face. You kissed him again and he guessed, “Cherry vanilla coke.” You gasped and asked him how he got it right so fast. He grabbed your waist and said, “Well whenever you drink it and then we make out, your lips taste like it. Pretty good actually. Put more on and turn this camera off.” You hit his thigh and laughed at him.

“Alright last one. Last one Josh, are you ready?” You asked him. He grabbed your head and whispered to you, “Do we have to stop after this?” and smiled. You said no and grabbed the last balm out of the bowl. 

The label read maple donut, you were very excited for this one. You loved anything maple scented. “I'm excited for this one Josh.” you told him. 

He said, “Oh god, that can never mean anything good.” 

You lathered it on your lips and kissed him. “Mmmmm,” he let out a groan and licked his lips. He grabbed your face and pulled you towards him. He put his hands on your ass and grabbed it firmly. He laid down on the bed and you went with him. You had suddenly remembered the camera was still rolling. You pulled off of him and asked him if he had any guesses. 

He said one word, “maple.” You took the blindfold off him and said, “you win,” and looked into his eyes. He held your face in his hands and leaned backwards with you in his arms. You got on top of him as he grabbed your left leg and pulled your leg upwards. You two slowly made out until he said, “turn off the camera,” and kept kissing you. 

You got up and he sighed. You did your outro and Josh came up behind you on the bed and wrapped his arms around your neck. 

“That's a wrap. We're gonna have sex now.” he said and kissed your neck.

#josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka fluff #josh kiszka #josh gvf #greta van fluff #greta van fleet fic #greta van fic #gvf fic

[spaceistheplaceart]

For prompt ideas,, maybe a follow up to the comic where reigen pepper sprays yoshioka/dimple?

(Where dimple finally gets enough power to enter god form and they can smooch or something haha)

I think when Reigen first sees first form Dimple he's goes through a lot of reactions. Immediate is like 'WOW he's a big guy' (remembering hes a big boy from the english dub lmaooo) then intrigue, then interest, then finally coming around on it. Reigen doesn't think Dimple is attractive because of how he looks, but rather because he knows him. He's attractive because he's Dimple, so even if his full form was offputting- Reigen would still like it.

Dimple was super nervous to show it off, even if he played it up like he wasn't. So he's glad and also very surprised to see Reigen enjoying how he looks.

reigen did not consider the idea of being attracted to people way bigger than him before. because well. he has never met anyone 8ft fucking tall before. but dimples full form is absolutely an awakening. Reigen gets a little freaked out when Dimple picks him up and definitely wants his feet to stay on the ground, but he slowly comes around to being manhandled a liiiiittle bit.

here's some of them goofin around n lovin

now some... more nsft things... bc well the yoshioka comic was basically they wanted to bone but dimple is ghost so it was difficult. but now... well... ;)

i got real tired at the bottom

but basically i think they have an alright first time, maybe gotta take a break and talk things out bc they're both very nervous.

#op art #idk if i should tag... #suggestive

[way-of-love]

The Heat of Adam (Teth-Adam x FemReader) (SPOILERS) (R-RATED)

Alright guys, this is my first post here and probably the longest one yet but please bare with me on this one!

This is just a little one-shot (maybe two chapters) I wanted to bring froth when I watched the movie like TWICE. I know Ghost from CoD is way more important and I will be posting one up of him soon; I just thought my man Adam needed some lovin' too!

-Currently you are the sister-in-law to Isis, the woman who found the tomb of Teth-Adam. You are the sister of the deceased husband of Isis and the only living aunt of Among, Isis and your brothers son. You felt for Adam during your time with him knowing all along that he was filled with more good than bad. During your journey with him and your family, you finally knew you cared for him more than you should...-

PART 2

NO MINORS (18+)

In ancient Kahndaq, Teth-Adam was bestowed the almighty powers of the gods. After using these powers for vengeance, he was imprisoned, becoming the Black Adam we know today. Though after his battle with the monster of legend Sabbac, he now chooses to be not the champion that Khandaq wanted but he became the protector that Khandaq needed. After he destroyed the throne that sat the enslaver king, he has been different. Even after a few hours of defeating his greatest foe you remained by his side even after your sister-in-law, Isis, tried to convince you that their new hero has a lot of things to catch up on. Meaning, they wanted to give him a break to evaluate the new world around him, to get used to it without being barraged with cries for help every second. You tried to convince Isis that the danger is just beginning and now that one crisis was averted there would be handfuls more until your national hero disappears again.  

The streets were still a mess after the Justice Society and Black Adam defeated Sabbac; and the people of Khandaq rising to defeat the undead army from hell which you would say seemed to be the highlight of your evening. Carefully stepping foot over the broken rubble, you made it to the steps of one of your country's nationally treasured (not really) castle. You were just here a few hours ago after Adams' victory, you went home only to clean up the apartment a bit and to finally shower after a long two days running around trying to save the world and save your nephew Among. So, to say you were grimy and gross was an understatement.  

Though while in the cockpit of Hawkmans aircraft you made a comment about how awful you must have smelt before they put Teth-Adam to sleep. You were not with your sister-in-law watching over your nephews' recovery because you knew Among would have wanted to know what Teth- Adams final words were before he was placed in prison yet again. But only he did not have any final words for Among, for you nor for anyone else.  

While in the aircraft he would occasionally look at you while the two men from the Justice Society spoke amongst themselves, not that you wanted to hear whatever those two were saying, you made the comment and Teth-Adam looked at you with hat you could barely describe as a ghost of a smile and soften dark eyes. 

“You do not smell awful. You smell like strength, that is something that is honorable. Even to one as dishonorable as me.” 

After that he rested back and closed his eyes. Whatever those people were giving him knocked him out right after. And the compliment or whatever you would call it stuck to you the whole ride back to Khandaq. You could not even respond back to him because you were in shock. At the very least you could have told him what he was doing was as honorable as anything, but you knew that nothing good would have come to this decision. You could have stopped this, freed him, and helped him escape but... now that you think about it, this was the best way. 

Looking up at the once proud bacon of Khandq, you knew that it was better off with Black Adam ruling over it now. Despite the challenges and difficulties each person in Khandaq faced, they knew Black Adam was their beloved champion and protector. Though he says he is not the people say otherwise. 

Before you took even a step up the corroded stone steps you noticed a cloud of smoke and a dark figure in the midst's of it descending into the broken ceiling. You already knew what, no, who it was. There was only two other people you could think of who had long ass capes and it certainly was not Batman. Without further hesitation you made quick work of the stairs taking two at a time, you hoped that Superman did nothing to provoke Adam. And with your connections to the League and to a specific warden, you knew he was not here to invite Adam to a tea party.  

Finally reaching the entrance you go right through but stop halfway hearing the muffled voices of the two men. As a spy for the Khandaq rebels you had a good ear, but you knew those two super humans did as well, so you managed to tiptoe your way towards a pillar unseen and hopefully unheard. Pressing your body against the rough, rocky pillar you listened into the conversation.  

“...talk,” 

That was all you heard before the two suddenly blasted off through the giant hole in the ceiling. The wind of their shared flight forces you to squeeze your eyes shut and press further against the pillar in hopes no sand nor the loose debris came flying at you. Of course, those two must’ve heard you coming. They both had super hearing and you weren’t as quiet as a mouse; maybe they could hear them too. 

Slowly, you peeked around the pillar, the smoke cleared out thanks to sudden burst of air. Now that the coast was clear you moved up but cautiously taking one step at a time, before then you stood right underneath the giant broken ceiling and the two you were spying on floated up in the night sky. They looked like ants from here on the ground. And that confirmed your suspicion that they indeed knew you were there.  

Now you must wait. Because you weren’t leaving until you spoke to Adam. 

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(TIME SKIP)

So, their conversation took quite a while. It was past 3AM now and they were still talking. How long has it been? Three no, maybe four hours? Honestly, whatever the topic of conversation was did not interest you any longer. Now you just wanted to go home and sleep the past day's events off. You say at the top step by the stone throne Black Adam destroyed just a few hours prior; with your head being cradled by your fits and elbows resting on your knees. Everything felt like a dream, waking up Teth-Adam and releasing him from prison with your sister-in-law, your family running for their lives, your nephew getting kidnapped and almost dies, and even now thinking about how Adam defeated Sabbac felt like a dream as you sat here in a dream like state ready to call it a night. 

Before mustering up the strength to stand and finally go home, Black Adam finally decided to grace you with his presence. 

You looked up when he descended and floated in front of you looking as menacing as ever. Lazily you looked up at him with a mix of emotions. First, you were annoyed and wanted nothing more than to ignore him. But then you saw how soft he was looking at you. Is soft even a good word to describe how he gazed down at you? Maybe not but his dark gaze wasn’t piercing. Releasing a sigh, you straighten your back and tilt your head back some more. 

“Took you long enough. I thought I’d have to drag my body back home,” You muttered softly while beginning to stand. Looking up at him at such a low level really hurt your neck and right now you were in no mood to feel any kind of ache. 

“I... apologize. I didn’t expect company so late. What did you need?” He finally lowered himself, feet touching the ground and stood at his full height. It didn’t help any less because you still had to crane your neck to look up at him.  

Rubbing your eye tiredly you tried to bring up the topic you were trying so hard to talk to him about but now that you were this tired and he was now here standing before you- you had absolutely nothing on your mind but sleep. 

“I... I’m sorry. I came here on a mission, and it seems that I’m just too tired to remember what I wanted to say. That’s what I get for being impatient,” You gave him a tired smile which he returned with a small smile of his own.  

Black Adam raised his hand between the two of you, palm up while taking a small step closer to you. Now his large hand was but a hair away from your chest. If you weren’t so damn tired, you’d be blushing right about now. 

“The least I could do for keeping you waiting is to take you home. Then I’ll know you're home safe and sound,” He now was leaning closer to you as you stared down at his open hand. Was he...going to fly you home? You must’ve had the dumbest look on your face while staring at his hand because he snickered softly. “Yes, I’ll be flying you home,” 

Your eyes widened and your head lifted quickly meeting his gaze; your breath caught in your throat. The two of you were so close. His face was only a few inches away from your own that if you wanted to you could count the hairs on his brows one by one. Wait. His brows?! Cmon... Is that all you could have thought about at that moment? You averted your gaze elsewhere and almost hesitantly slid your much more delicate one into his calloused one. His long thick fingers around the back of your hand gently, almost embracing your hand. You’d be lying if you said this didn’t wake you up a little bit. You’ve flown before! Just not without an aircraft, how bad could it be? 

“Be gentle?” The words left you before your lips could catch them. Why did he have to be gentle? The man is just flying! Flustered you shake your head clearing it of anymore stupidity. With a smile he made sure to wrap his thick muscular arm around your waist and pulled you flushed against his chest. Now that defiantly was sudden. Being so close to his now, holding his hand while the other braced against his broad chest.  

You were mesmerized by how big he was in this form. He’s a tank! A certain tank you wouldn’t mind flying on. While your fingers grazed the symbolic lightning bolt on the front of his dark suit, he took initiative and secured you tightly to his chest before beginning to float up.So, he could be gentle? Soon you felt the warm wind of Khandaq through your dark locks forcing you tear your attention away from the massive bolt on his chest to his face. 

And seeing him in his full redemptional glory under the beautiful night Khandaq sky and the moon high up was memorable. It was a core memory for you now because his gaze was one of admiration, maybe you were too tired and were practically dreaming at this point, but you really didn’t care. He kept his eyes soft, and you were lost in those dark pools. Being here like this with the man who was well over the age gap you preferred, sat well with you. He released your hand and used it to cup your cheek tenderly in his palm, and now that your other hand was free you placed his collar tracing the end of the suit where the material met his collar bone. 

“You’re making it so hard to go home Black Adam,” The smile in your voice was evident even while looking down at his black suit tracing the patterns or markings the decorated the collar. Many would say this was how Louis and Superman felt when they spent time together for the first time, but what about you and Black Adam? If this, whatever was between them, was a thing like Louis and Superman...would it be enough for Adam to change his mind about staying with you and your family? He had no place to go other than here, this...broken down castle that still held his enemies' remains within every grain of rock and sand. He needed more than people to protect, he needed someone to protect him. 

“Maybe I’m stalling? I think that’s how you say it,” His thumb brushed against your warm cheek making your eyes close to take pleasure in the small skin on skin contact you both shared. 

“Why are you stalling? Want to keep me?” You managed to mumble your response while nuzzling your cheek into his palm with closed eyes. He was silent for a moment which made you open your eyes; did he want to keep you? While waiting for an answer you somehow felt that what he was trying to say was serious, so you tried to look more awake.  

Looking back into his eyes you knew he wasn’t one to shy away nor be too embarrassed to confess whatever he was holding back. “What is it?” You pressed. 

Taking in a short breath, he spoke,” I want you to stay here, spend the rest of the evening with me,” 

Your brows furrowed at his words. Were you confused about the time, or was he? “Hold on. You want me to spend the rest of the morning, you mean, with you? It’s already three in the morning,” Despite how your stomach erupted in butterflies you still gave him a soft laugh and a nod in response. 

“I suppose I can spare a few more hours for you big guy,” At that he smiled, even chuckled as he secured you more against his chest and began to descend back down into the fortress. Now that the two of you were hidden away from the prying eyes of the stars and whomever decided to look up, you found yourself feeling shy again. Like, this was your first time being in the center of a man's attention; you’ve been with men before and did things with said men, but this time felt different. Looking into his eyes at such proximity with nowhere else to look gave you a sense that he felt the same, like you, in this moment were the center of his world. Now you truly knew how you felt about this man. 

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TA-DA! Hope that wasn't too bad, I still have more to write just need to finish that up before we get to the spicey stuff!

Love you all!

#x reader #reader insert #black adam #teth adam #teth adam x reader #black adam x reader #fem reader #smut #dcu fic #one shot

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie Prompt: Slight AU to S2 where Roy and Keeley aren't together. After both Jamie and Roy come back to Richmond. The lads are still mad at Jamie and Roy ignoring him does help matters, it starts to take a toll on Jamie. After he gets battered by the guys during training and Roy makes a deeply hurtful and insensitive comment, Jamie is pushed over the edge. He disappears during lunch and everyone's annoyed while Ted's got this horrid feeling. Will comes running in hysterical saying Jamie's up on the fucking roof, standing right at the edge. Ted goes running with everyone behind him. It's a horrific sight, and Jamie says some truly awful things about himself. Ted manages to distract Jamie while Roy and Beard sneak up and yank him back to safety. Before he passes out, Jamie looks up at Roy and says something like " Why can't I stop fuckin' lovin' ya?... you hate meh." Roy is completely shattered, everyone is guilt-ridden because they took it too far, Jamie flinches whenever any of them try to get close to him, Ted is triggered because of his dad. Roy's gonna feel guilty forever for contributing to someone actually not wanting to live anymore but he's determined to make the effort to earn Jamie's heart back for real, as is the team.

Jesus. Yeah alright I can work with that *rubs hands together*

tw depression obviously, and fast and loose probably unrealistic mental health repair. 

Jamie is sitting on the floor of his house watching his mom cook. It’s been a long week, he forgot to take his meds for most of the week before, he hates when he does that. Never feels quite right. The guys treating him like he’s the same person he was when he left is horrible. He knows alright. He knows he sucks and is horrible.

He flashes back to the roof. God their faces.

God he told Roy he loved him.

He probably feels the worst about Ted though. Ted looked like he had seen a ghost.

There’s a knock at the door, “Jamie please, come on open the door I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Georgie goes and opened it. It’s Roy.

“Jamie is just now getting better, I shouldn’t let you see him but he said if you come by he’d want to see you.”

They walk back in, Roy sees Jamie sitting against the cabinets, he drops down to him even though Jamie knows his knee can’t take it. Georgie touches Jamie’s head on the way out, “be in the living room love.”

“I’m sorry.”

Jamie shakes his head, “you couldn’t have known.”

“Should’ve asked though.”

“All the guys wanna see you but I told them to wait until I asked if it was okay.”

Jamie curls his legs closer to his chest. “Depends on what they wanna say this time around.” Roy sits so he’s leaning against the island cabinet, they’re across from each other.

“I know how you feel. Which I know isn’t helpful but I get it.”

Jamie jerks his head up at that. He tilts his head. “After I knew I couldn’t play anymore I figured what’s here for me. Everyone liked soccer star Roy Kent. Not bum knee can’t run more then three miles Roy Kent. My sister snapped me out of it.”

“I never knew.”

Roy shakes his head, “no one did. Just like no one knew about you. And I’m sorry again.”

Jamie uncurls his legs, he takes a breath. “What about me saying I love you.” He has to know. Roy laughs, it’s a bit of a strained laugh. “Talked with my sister if she thought I could be bisexual, she smacked me and told me she assumed I was. Didn’t know I could like a guy. Didn’t know I was allowed.”

Jamie blinks. Oh. That’s not what he expected.

“So are you? Bisexual?”

Roy stretches his knee, it pops, “yeah, never really realized that’s what the feelings I had for a prick of a man who’s too good and too young for me.”

Jamie blinks again. Oh they’re doing this.

“I think I’ve loved you since I first put your poster up-” Roy cuts him off “while I appreciate the dedication please don’t tell me your specific age.”

Jamie crawls over to sit next to Roy. He reaches out and takes his hand. “We’ll be fine. I’ll be okay.”

Roy nods, “don’t do that shit ever again. I don’t think I can handle it.” Jamie realizes Roy has tears in his eyes. He wipes them away with his free hand. “I won’t don’t worry.”

They’ll be fine. It’s a long road but it’s one they have each other for.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #jamie tartt x roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #tw depressing thoughts and actions #thanks for the ask !! #stay safe y’all

[fshhtac0s]

How Do Genshin Characters Show Physical Affection?

*Warning: fluff fluff fluff, swearing because funny*

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Kaeya:

He doesn't care where yall are at, he's gotta be touching you or holding you at all times

He's a teasing ass but he's a touch starved man who want to make sure you know he loves you regardless of what teasing words spews out of his mouth

I feel he'd be more sentimental when it's just the two of you, whether it be outside at Starsnatch Cliff or in his quarters

He'll hold you close from the front or from behind, rubbing small circles into your sides while whispering loving words into the crevasse of your neck

"You must be the best thing that has happened to me, and it'll stay that way for a very long time."

Diluc:

Diluc Diluc Diluc, the man of the grape juice

He prefers to keep intimate touching private, but with few exceptions

Diluc will put a warm hand to the small of your back and rub it gently with his thumb so that you're still getting some physical love

However, if some monkey man/woman/person/thing flirts with you when he's around, he'll grab your hand and gently kiss it while dragging you away while glaring respectively at them

Might even toss them out of the tavern if willing

"Dearest, I think your new friend had to many drinks tonight. Let me take care of them while you rest your pretty feet at the bar."

Childe:

This man

It doesn't matter where or who you're with, he's touching you as much as he can (hell he might even smack your ass)

He's loving towards you but boy if someone even looks at you with slight interest, all touches intensify ten fold

He's hugging you, making out with you, holding your hand, you name it

In all the while, he's looking right at whoever the person with a dark glint in his eye that only changes when he interacts in conversation with you

"Baby! Let's go get something to eat, my treat! After all, I gotta show my sweetheart some lovin~"

Zhongli:

Mr fancy big booty broke ass man

He's a man who sticks to old mannerisms

Grandpe Zhongli will open doors for you, hold your hand to guide you somewhere, pull your chair out then push it in, all while giving you his sweetest smiles (except he's still forgetting his money you're paying)

Mans will take your hand and take you to different places in liyue that he'd think you'd like, and he'll especially lead you away from some person who is trying their hardest to flirt with you to no avail

Once he does, he'll cup your cheek gently and kiss you lovingly and ask if you're alright and if the rat person made you uncomfortable

"Are you alright my love? Did their words make you uncomfortable? Someone should take care of them so it doesn't happen again, in the meantime, let us go for a walk to clear your mind."

Venti:

This mini man (he never came home and I'm still salty about it kdbsjsj)

The only time you're getting something sentimental is if your sad, he's tired, or you fluster him somehow

Venti will be holding your hand everywhere and showing you off to everyone and I mean everyone and you don't even have to be there

Kisses spam from normal kisses, making out, teasing hand kisses, and him peppering your face in quick small sweet kisses with the goal in making sure you know for sure that he loves you

Venti would take you to Windrise or to see Dvalin and cuddle you while striking conversation about the wind, weather, and your commissions

He might even play you some songs and sing because he says "I am a bard after all~"

"Do you know my beloved windbloom? They're amazing! They've saved Mondstat, Liyue, and even Inazuma! I sure am lucky someone with that much bravery chose to love a bard like me huh?"

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I have returned, but probably for a brief while. Summers almost here lovelies! I hope those who are already out for the summer are having fun and those who aren't the best of luck for finals or whatever you're doing right now.

I hope you enjoyed my little headcannon list, it's another one of my middle of the night thoughts lmao

I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT A PIECE OF THE TITLE I AM DUMB SORRY I NEED SLEEP LMFAO (If you didn't see it, it said How Do Show Affection)

I'll see you when I see you next, goodbye until then :))♡♡

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[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: SEASON 3, EPISODE 2: HAUNTED LEG (PART 2)

Both Emily and Lorelai are planning to attend Rory's "Swearing In" for her Vice Presidency at Chilton So, this is a very similar scenario to the one that happened 4 episodes back in "Lorelai's Graduation Day". Yes ma'am, it's another "Lorelai is unhappy about having to be at a place where her mother will also be but Rory wants them both there" situation. Yeehaw.

Shhh. Nobody tell her.

This is such a great line, and I don't fancy myself much of a Quote Lover, but I love this one so much I want to make it a magnet and stick it on my fridge next to my "Why did you drop out of Yale" magnet.

Nothing of great consequence or interest happens at the ceremony. Rory and Paris give mediocre speeches. Things between Lor and Emily are still chilly. Emily wants to meet Lorelai for lunch at Luke’s the next day. I see Francie up on stage and remember, tis the season for an incredibly boring storyline involving mean-girl nonsense and school politics 🥱 Francie is the Jason of S3.

I plan to forward past a lot of that sillyness and save myself some time.

Rory tells Paris after the first student body meeting that she wasted everyone’s time and nothing was accomplished and nobody ate the doughnuts that were provided. Paris is incredibly turned on and asks Rory if she wants to get married.

Just more Jess erasure... Alright, alright! This was Sookie's directive (supposedly) and it was said in jest. And here I was about to cancel Lorelai again for banning Jess from her stupid inn filled with mice. I've canceled her more times than an unwanted subscription to Dean Forrester Monthly magazine.

Not me going "what is this stupid obscure reference that nobody will understand", then googling it only to find out it's from The Godfather, the award winning book and movie series that half the population alive has seen but not me. I don't watch movies, okay?

Yes Ma'am!

I hate this stupid bullshit. Blew past the entire scene.

That's more like it.

Luke: Kirk came to me for advice about whether or not he had a shot with you. I told him you liked movies and junk food and talking incessantly but we both agreed that there's nothing like some good lovin to shut someone up." So then you agree, the only thing that would get Lorelai to shut up is to fuck her? Take your own advice already, Sir, and do it already. You're killing us here. Lorelai: Can you bring me a sharper fork? I'm not sure this one will go through your hand. Ah, I see that like me, Lorelai is also a connoisseur of making jokes about injuring people with forks. We're not that different, you and I.

What the hell else is there to do for fun in Stars Hollow?

More Crusty nonsense. Followed by student council nonsense.

Well if that isn't the Non Privacy And Feelings Respecter Pot calling the Non Privacy And Feelings Respecter Kettle black.

At least Santa Claus visits his Children once a year, which is more than Christopher does.

Not me and @frazzledsoul discussing just yesterday how often answering machines were used as a plot device on tv in the 90's and early 00's. AmyShermanPalladino in particular is obsessed with the humble answering machine. Because social media didn't exist yet and the male characters must have some way to harrass the women when they're apart. At least It's only Kirk this time so he probably meant well. Probably. He's kinda a perv. Lorelai: i hate my life. Maybe if we look into each other's eyes and say "I wish I were you" we could pull a Freaky Friday. (Imagining I'm me, Salty, and NOT Rory, Freaky Friday'ing with Lorelai): Let's see, let's see switching lives with Lorelai: The whole "fucking Luke" thing is good But then I'd also have to fuck Dean And I'd have to fuck Crusty.. Max? (eh?) Alex? (sure) Have Emily as my mother... Working at a dumb Inn... Idk if having sex with Luke is worth all that. Rory: "If we switched bodies, I'd have to date Kirk." If you switched bodies, Lorelai would have to date Dean. I don't hear her complaining about that.

The real star of Gilmore Girls.

Oh no. Not the LOR.

*smashes that bottle of wine over Crusty's head*

45? FORTY FIVE? He tripled the record held by the previous contender. Dean better step his harrasment game up if he wants to surpass that number. Crusty: "You don't get to dictate what to do! I called you (45 times) and you didn't respond so I did what I had to do. You can't shut me out, that's wrong! Your'e keeping Rory from me! Why hasn't she called me back?" EXCUSE ME? EXCUSE MEEEE??

Oh my, the whiplash of seeing Rory stand up for herself and get into Crusty's face, only to have her head to Doose's in a few moments where Jess will give her the peg-lowering of a lifetime and she'll limp away defeated with her tail between her legs. I'll put that in my next chapter. Things Googled While Watching Gilmore Girls: Clemenza, I Take A Nap Gif, Now Kiss Gif, Spelling Of Connoisseur Cutting Room Floor A joke about how Jess won't be invited to any more Bracebridge Dinners since he's vegetarian and he's banned from the inn.

#please post this to my dashboard Tumblr please #it's a mess if you don't #I've been your loyal suscriber since 2010 #do this for me #Gilmore GIrls #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #Gilmore Girls Season 3 #Haunted Leg #Rory Gilmore #Lorelai Gilmore #Luke Danes #Crusty nonsense #PariMore #Paris Geller

[nymphbunnyys]

May I request something? How would slashers of your choosing comfort their s/o when she experiences auditory hallucinations when she wakes up? (It's something I have a problem with when I was a teen and it recently resurfaced😓)

I’m finally getting around to writing this, I’ve only had two requests the last couple of weeks yours being one of them and I’ve been so lazy. Not having stuff to write for people has been driving me up the wall and I keep telling people to request things but nothing really comes in, I’ve noticed that when I have my stuff reblogged by individuals more people will request things and interact.. and it makes me want to just reblog my own stuff but I’m scared it would make me seem insensitive. Or may cause people to think I think highly of myself? I don’t know writing has been really hard recently but I figured I’d still get your request out for you. Sorry this turned into a rant, I hope you enjoy. XO.

I thought I’d mix it up a bit and write for the slashers so haven’t written for yet, since so far it’s only been Sinclair brothers, Thomas and Mikey. I hope this is to your liking.

Slashers with a reader who has auditory hallucinations

TW: none, just some fluff and sweet lovin’ from the slashers.

f!Reader

Jason, brahms, Jesse Cromeans, and Asa Emory

Jason Voorhees

He knows. He knows because.. well you told him and it wasn't really hard to figure out. It happened one night when Jason had come back from doing what Jason did best, his large hands wiping at his pants before slipping off his boots. His head perked up once he heard your voice, fearful and so tired. His large form stood tall slowly making his way towards you and lowering himself to your height, large hands on his knees. "I heard something from the closet.." He tilted his head curiously and nodded once, he had a plan. His form regained it's height as he stood straight back up heading straight for the hall closet to rummage through storage. Once finding what he wanted he turned around with a night light in hand.. his old night light from when he was little. He knew it wouldn't really help the sounds but it was the nest he could do.. maybe some light could help?

once the light was set up it's rays displayed stars all over the ceiling giving the room some comforting light. Jason't hands rested on his hips proudly as he watched you intently, waiting for a reaction. Once you smiled he softly smiled himself, though his mask covered his face you knew he was as happy as could be. You tapped the covered bed hinting for him to come lay down. he softly played with his fingers before making his way towards the bed, the matters sinking drastically as he lied beside you, hands between his large thighs as he stared at you happily.

In comparison to Jason you were tiny and it was something he loved about you, he was able to scare away anything to protect you, even if it was a noise.. and even if he only really helped with a nightlight.. still. He loves you deeply and will do anything you insist to make you feel better.

(Jason you cute himbo you. Stop being so fucking CUTE)

Brahms Heelshire

"y/n.." Brahms sat tiredly in bed. His lower half tangled in the sheets of your bed whilst his upper half sat up, bare and towards you trying to see through the dark. You woke him up. Never really a good idea when it came to Brahms as he'd probably be cranky the next morning, throwing fits here and there but even now, seeing you Brahms decided to just keep that to himself and focus on you. His hands slowly made their way to your shoulders lowering them for you a s you had be sat straight up, shoulders tight and hands even tighter. "are you alright..?" His voice rumbled deeply, not like how he spoke when he was in trouble or trying to get something for you, it was his normal voice as groggy and tired as it was it was soothing. With a slight nod he only blinked he knew something was wrong and for once he didn't press he only shuffled close, moving you between his legs whilst his head rest on your shoulder. His messy curls tickled the nip of your neck, causing a soft chuckle to escape your shaky lips. There wouldn't really be a point to tell Brahms about it, he was already comforting without any idea of why you were up or what happened, though part of it might have been just Brahms being tired and wanting cuddles.. still being in his arms easily distracted you back to a sleepy state.

Chromeskull/ Jesse Cromeans

It was the one night he wasn't in bed. The one night he was stuck in the office working on papers with Spann who he very strictly kept his distant from, knowing your thoughts on her. The one night this decided to act up. Jesse knew your condition and because of it made it a habit to be home at a specific time so you weren't going to bed alone or sitting alone at night in the quiet. But he forgot, he forgot to text, and he was stuck at work. It didn't hit him until he had gotten a notification, realizing he had missed three calls, and 5 messages. Shit. Whenever it came to you Jesse would be there in a heart beat, he was willing to drop everything to come back home to you. It didn't matter if you needed him or if he needed you he'd always be there and that he kept his promise on. Once he was home his shoes were slipped off, suit coat being unbuttoned in the process of walking up the stairs of your shared home. Jesse carefully and slowly opened the bedroom door, your body sat up in bed, hair a mess and eyes teary eyed.. Jesse felt like complete shit. You had an episode and he wasn't there to help you through it but.. he was here now..? The tall male didn't waste a second striding his way towards you and placing himself beside you, pulling you in, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, breathing steadily in hopes to help you keep track of your breathing as well.

Asa Emory

If you’re still one of his victims. He likely has cameras set up in your room. He’d probably be doing some work on someone before hearing your voice come through on the speakers. Your soft trembling voice had made him snap back, there was something wrong. The man in front of him could finally breathe as Asa hurried to your room, opening it with a slam causing your body to jolt and quickly get up and scramble your way towards the Asa. His large eyes darted the room, your safe room. Pink walls stood out in the dark, stuffed animals sat neatly on dressers and chairs, your clothes were folded perfectly, no traps in sight. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. So why the fuss. The first time Asa is sour about it, telling you to get back in the bed and go to sleep. He’s busy. But the next few times he sees this is an issue, and even with your room.. the environment may not be helping so he takes you home. Cautiously.

There were two reasons for this. One.. you were his favorite pet he did things with you that he'd never done with any other victim.. there was something there he wouldn't allow himself to admit it but there was. Two he could keep a closer eye on you. One night Asa ended up falling asleep in the old brown chair, it's vintage cushion comfortable.. but was for sure going to leave a sore back in the morning. He didn't mean to fall asleep downstairs, usually he was up in bed with you but he'd honestly been too tired to move. Though he was on his booted feet the minute he heard you screaming his name, flying his way upstairs and once again busting open a door. Again. Nothing. Asa tilted his head and slowly walked towards you, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching as you crawled your way across the bed, straddling yourself in his lap. His hand pet your hair, fingers softly grazing the back of your ears every once and a while.

"You don't need to be afraid." he knew you were hearing something that wasn't actually there, but he wouldn't push you on it, he thought it was better to keep it quiet so it wouldn't make this situation worse.

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