#im. just. at a loss. since i found out tonight. that im not in my mom's will

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Just found out my two siblings are in my mom's will, but not me. Also my grandpa has told the entire family about his engagement. Except for me. Also my dad told my siblings that he and my mom bought a plot of land. Can you guess who they haven't told?

#these tags are about to be a massive trauma dump tbh so avoid if you want #when i was fifteen i came out as trans. and my mom was terrible about it. and my dad was up for a promotion so we were considering moving #and i found a list of my moms pros and cons for moving. on the pros was 'people there dont know about (deadname)' #so that was ideal for a suicidal fifteen year old to find. and tonight i just learned that im not in her will #both of my siblings are. but im not. and its just always been like this #im treated like im not part of the family anymore. and it's been that way since i was fifteen #i heard from my brother that my grandpa is engaged. and he told both my siblings about it directly. he never told me #i reach out to my parents. i never hear back. my aprents text my sibling to check on me (sib and i live together) #everything is kind of shit rn. one of my rats is dying. my family doesnt love me. im broke. my best friend and i arent really talking #because he fucked my ex gf and now things arent really the same anymore. strangely enough. he doesnt reach out anymore #so i have no one to talk to about any of this shit #last night i was crying about my rat and i guess my roommate heard it cuz this morning they said #'are you okay? if you ever need someone to talk to who will never bring it up again you can talk to me' #and thats the most loving thing ive heard from someone in months. from a woman ive known since august #im. just. at a loss. since i found out tonight. that im not in my mom's will #its not about money. or assets. its about the fact that im her fucking child and both of her other children are in it but im not #after she dies shes willing to help them out but i can get fucked ig #i wonder if im gonna be invited to my grandpas wedding. i wonder if any of them would want me at their funeral #i wonder if any of them would come to mine

[cheonstapes]

HAPPY 1K THOUGH LET GO AHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

Pls my life depends on this request gurl and I hope your having a great day though BYE STILL SO HAPPY FOR YOU EACHING 1k following

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

SMUT

you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

2k+ words

@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

#cheonstapes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o’hara smut #miguel smut #cheonstapes films!🪷 #nerd miguel smut #nerd miguel #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara smut

[beary-rambles]

Can I request something like where Ethan is ghostface obviously and the reader is Dewey Riley's adoptive kid and she kinda blames Gale for what happened to her father and that encourages Ethan to put gale up on the list and forward to the reveal where detective bailey wants to shoot the reader and then she admits to being pregnant and that makes Ethan change since he knows he's the father and is spared from death because Sam and Tara saw he was doing what he did just to get his father's approval and they lie to the core 4 saying Ethan wasn't one of the killers because he promised to be better for the sake of his child?

a/n | i am so sorry this took so long 😭 i kinda glossed over the gale part, definitely not my best work

warnings | murder, angst? fluff ending, kind of rushed? not proofread

Sam puts a protective arm in front of you while Bailey and the two ghost faces stare you all down. You spaced out as you felt like you could barely breathe, you didn't want to die. You blocked out whatever Bailey was talking about, whatever long monologue he was giving. When one of the ghostface’s lifts their hands and takes off their mask, you are greeted with a very familiar face. You feel like your heart has dropped further into your stomach, Sam gives you an apologetic look as you fall from your crouched position to the floor.

“Ethan?”

His grin falls once his eyes land on you. Your eyes drop to the floor not even being about to look at him. You feel sick. Ethan has been your boyfriend for a couple months now, you loved him so much and he seemed to love you too but right now you can't seem to think that. You haven't managed to get over your grief until you met him. The loss of your father was a big hit to you. You could barely eat, get out of bed, you barely even finished the school year. You hoped when you moved to new york you could have a fresh-ish start but you couldn't. At Least not until you met ethan. Ethan changed everything for you. He was like a breath of fresh air, he was so comforting, so kind. He was always patience, on the days you didnt want to go out he would sit with you and listen as you droned on and on about your problems. I guess now his weird look whenever you would complain about gale made sense. He wanted to kill her.

In your daze you must miss the commotion because suddenly when you feel hands grip you and drag you up you look around and notice quinn was.. Alive? And a ghostface? What was happening? You thrash around in Baileys arms while sam and tara give you a look of horror. You suddenly feel a cold metal end touch the side of your head. He was holding a gun to your head.

“Nobody move!”

You cant breathe. You didnt want to die.You stop moving and he takes another step back. You finally lock eyes with the one guy you didnt want to. He has an angry look on his face, it must be at you. You can barely believe this is happening.

“I want you to all give her one final look before i kill her!”

“Dont!” Sam begins to take a step forward before bailey presses the head deeper into the side of your head, “Don't move!”

“Please dont kill me…” The tears are running down your face as you shut your eyes.

You open your eyes and look at ethan who had a conflicted look, “Please ethan…”

“Your silly boyfriend cant save you now.”

You dont even listen to quinns voice as you continue to plead with ethan.

“Im pregnant.”

“What?” “Like hell you are?” “Huh?” “I'm supposed to believe that right?”

You dont care what anyone else has to say as you continue to talk to ethan, “I found at a couple days ago. I was gonna tell you later tonight when you came over for our date i promise,”

“Liar!” quinn hisses at you.

“Im not lying!” You yell out as Ethan stands unmoved, his grip on his knife tight, His gaze remaining locked onto yours. “Ethan please.”

Bailey takes another step back and grips you tighter causing you to hiss out in pain, “Ive let you have your talk now shut up.”

“Let her go.”

Ethan glares at his father who rolls his eyes.

“Dont tell me you believe her.”

“Ethan im telling the truth i swear. Believe me please.”

“Let her go.”

Quinn lets out a frustrated sound as ethan takes a step forward, “oh come on ethan dont act like a pussy for this slut, like you would even be the father-”

In a flash ethan is is suddenly behind quinn and grips her sliding his knife along her throat in, bailey in his shock loosens his grip enough where you can slide out of his grip and you rush over to sam who grips onto you.

“you alright?”

you nod and let out a sigh of relief, “yeah yeah”

Ethan and bailey have a stare down, “What have you done! all our work, all our time-”

“All your time! All your work! I never wanted any fo this! All you knew was oh richie this and oh richie that and im sick of it! I didn't even like richie! Nobody did! nobody other than you and your daughter.”

“who was your sister, who you just killed!”

“I wish i did it sooner.”

Tara gives you an odd look, “do you think they realize were still here?” You shrug.

“Youre no son of mine.”

“I never was! but she,” His blood covered knife points in your general direction, “is my life. and i wont let you take her away from me.”

You let out a barely vocal gasp as you stare at ethan in a daze.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder, “go with tara and find somewhere to hide. something tells me its about to get bad.”

despite the fact you dont want to leave ethan tara is already grabbing your arm and dragged you away. You look back and notice a fight breakong out and gunshots ring. You close your eyes and pray to whoever is listening ethan isn't getting hurt.

You find a safe place farther away with tara and you two crouch together.

“You alright?”

you nod and put your head in your hands, “im alright… I think. You?”

She looks conflicted, “chad…”

“im so sorry tara.”

You place a hand on hers and squeeze it, she gives you a tight lipped smile.

“I should be the one saying sorry to you i mean, youre the pregnant one. If that was real.”

You nod, “it is, i found out a couple days ago. i felt really sick and went to the doctors.”

“How far along you are?”

“12 weeks, found out a little later than most do.”

“holy shit thats fucking crazy.”

Another gun shot rings and you close your eyes.

“God i hope hes okay.”

Tara doesn't reply. just leaning her head back to lay against the wall.

You dont know how much longer passes but it feels like years when the door slams open and a ghostface walks in.

you and tara huddle together and tara grabs a brick that had been on the ground, “stay back you bitch.”

The mask gets ripped off and ethan drops the mask to the ground. His face is covered in sweat and you can see specks of blood everywhere but his remain locked on your figure.

“Ethan.”

He rushes over and drops to his knees, his hands ans eyes frantically checking over you, “are you alright? are you hurt? do you need something a bandage-” you put your hand on his face and smile, “ethan im okay.”

“Was it real? are you really?”

His head drops to your neck as he hugs you, “im sorry im so sorry forgive me.”

Tara noticing sam in the doorway stands and makes her way over to her. Deciding not to comment on her ghostface outfit. “He dead?”

Sam gives a comfirming nod.

“Kirby checked over chad, said if the paramedics arrive soon enough he can be saved.”

Sam smiled as taras eyes light, “really?”

Sam nods, taras face drops as she turns back to look at ethan who was still fusing over you.

“What are we gonna do about him?”

Sam looks at the two of you and thinks it over. The rational part of her (or maybe its just billy) tells her to kill him, its the sure way to keep everyone safe.

but she can't. not when she watches how hard her fought for you. She watches as he cries and holds you while you smile at him. “He can stay. We'll come up with something to tell everyone. I think it'll be just fine.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream six #scream #scream vi

[nnajiro]

sano manjiro x reader

‘s been a while since ive written anything , so if it seems bad or written wrong understand me please(*´-`)

warnings? tongue kissing?

it has been a while since you and manjiro have been together, seems like forever to be honest. anything you do with mikey u enjoy it to the fullest that why most probably.

here is the thing, you two can exchange kisses and all but still a deeper kiss still feels like a far fetched fantasy for the two of you. mikey decides that this will change tonight.

he was supposed to meet up with draken to discuss something about the gang, since they are already the top gang of tokyo he most probably wants to discuss the end of it all but before all of it he hanged out with you at his favourite place, the docks!

the two of you sat nicely next to eachother as the sun was mostly gone just a fine line of it still shinin its greatest among the surface

“you know…”

he would say, as he moved his gaze from the now gone sun to your beautiful eyes

“i wanna try something”

you blinked in response, wondering what his great idea might be

“let me, okay?”

you nodded oh so slightly, taken by surprise by his slow approaching to your face. his lips pressed on yours, a feeling you’ve grown used to. but then suddenly as your eyes seemed to relax from the kiss something weird and wet touched your bottom lip

you pulled yourself away , startling him as his eyes grew a little wide, the silence soon ending because of your giggles

“what was that oh my god”

you couldn’t help but giggle yourself out of the embarrassment you felt, tongue kissing?? you grew red only from the thought of it

his eyes grew darker as his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips. he placed one finger on the end of your lip and chose to look into your eyes once again.

your head was pulling away from an instinct, just feeling this shyness that took you over

“im-im… too shy for that”

his eyes stared deep into yours

“then let me do it, okay?”

you closed your eyes as you slightly nodded again, not knowing what to do. then suddenly his lips fell onto yours, moving at a slow place already overwhelming for you but you started to like it

then his tongue slowly found its way to your bottom lip, bitting on it right after, you did what you felt like it was best and opened the way for it to enter. his tongue felt so weird but so good

the kiss deepened and as he moved his head to the pace you two created you couldnt breathe any more, you tried to gasp for air , his hand was pressed against the back of your head as you tried to pull away and so you couldnt help but moan at the loss of air

this combination of feelings made you feel so weirdly good, euphoric some might say

the sounds of your moans and breathing so close to him made him wild. he just couldnt stop himself

sadly the sudden sound of a bike engine made the two of you break the kiss, a string of saliva lingerin in between your close lips

mikey looked annoyed at the sight of his friend glancin over at you again seeing your flustered cheeks and how you wiped your lip corners

“i liked that” you whispered

#mikey imagines #mikey x reader #sano manjirou #tokrev mikey #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #toman mikey #toman #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #headcannons #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x y/n

[sequinsmile-x]

hello bestie, i may have a fic idea… im not sure if you have ever written this but aaron just got back from a case being all badass and taking down the bad guy but when he comes home, his little girl is forcing him to play ‘cashier’ with her and he takes his role as cashier very seriously. serious at work, serious play time with his little girl. emily jokes that if he retires from the fbi he should work as a cashier 😂

hiiii bestie!

I thought that the 'This is Our Place' universe would be the perfect place for this.

I was out at my movie club tonight with my friends, but here's a little something I wrote on my lunch break earlier. Really hope you like this <3

The winner of the poll I ran on what to write next is a fic where Aaron's hearing loss gets worse, so keep an eye out for that in the next couple of days!

-x-

This is Our Place, We Make The Rules - Chapter 10 - Playtime

A collection of non-sequential mini-fics and one-shots of Hotchniss and their life at home.

Chapter 10 - Playtime

Warnings: pregnancy

Words: 1.4k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Lunch with her mother was never Emily’s favourite way to spend a Saturday afternoon. 

It was something she got through, gritting her teeth every time Elizabeth made a comment that set her on edge. Nothing was out of bounds for her mother. Anything was up for criticism whether it was Emily’s job, something to do with the house or, her least favourite, her parenting choices. Usually, she’d enjoy a glass of wine with lunch but right now she couldn’t even do that. 

She groans as she gets out of the car, her hand pressed against her bump as she does, grunting as she stands up straight. Another baby hadn’t been part of the plan. When she started to feel not like herself, sore breasts, nausea and mood swings even she couldn’t deny, she thought she was starting the menopause. It was only when her doctor told her that she was pregnant that she even considered it a possibility. Once the shock wore off she felt nothing but happiness, the thought of having another baby, of making their life even more chaotic than it already was suddenly all she wanted. 

They were having another girl, news that seemed to complete their family the moment they found out, and Emily was excited to meet her. To know if she’d look more like her or Aaron, if she’d look like Benjamin or Nancy did when they were newborns. 

She smiles as she lets herself into the house and she’s immediately met by Benjamin running up to her, his arms tight around her legs before she even has the door closed. 

“Hi Mommy, missed you,” he says, squeezing her tighter, and she bends down to pick up the four-year-old, hiking him up so he’s sitting on top of her bump. 

“Hi sweet boy,” she replies as she adjusts her stance to take the extra weight of him, “Mommy missed you too,” she says, kissing the side of his head and breathing him in. The scent of his shampoo calms her, releases the tension in her chest that only her mother could create, “What did you do whilst I was gone?” 

“Playing games with Jack,” he answers and she smiles at him, already walking towards the living room where she can hear the video game they’d been playing.

“That’s fun,” she says, smiling as they walk into the living room. Jack turns to smile at her and he scrambles up off of the couch, wrapping his arms around her, “Hi Jack.” 

“Hi Mom,” he says, his eyes flashing with concern as he steps back, “How was Grandma Liz?” 

She clears her throat to cover a laugh, his serious expression something he’d got from Aaron. She hates that Jack has started to pick up on the tension between her and her mother. Elizabeth was a good grandmother, a better one than Emily ever thought she’d be capable of being. She wanted to protect her children’s relationship with her mother, especially since they had very few family members. 

“She was okay, honey. She said she’s excited to see you soon,” she says, lowering Benjamin onto the couch, “Where are your Dad and sister?” 

“In the playroom,” Jack says as he passes Benjamin a controller to distract him. Emily smiles her thanks at him and she walks through the house, turning to look at her sons one more time, smiling at the sight of them playing together, before she carries on. 

She stops as she turns the corner into the playroom, pressing her lips together to stop her smile from blooming too widely at the sight she’s met with. 

Aaron and Nancy were playing with her wooden supermarket, the little girl's favourite toy. Clearly, the decision had been made that for once Aaron was the shopkeeper and Nancy was the customer, and Emily steps into the doorway to watch them play. 

He’s sitting on the floor, cramped into the spot where Nancy would usually stand behind the wooden counter, with a tiny name tag on his shirt with ‘Daddy’ written on it in his handwriting. He looks up at her, smiling as their eyes meet, before he turns his attention back to their little girl. Nancy hadn’t turned around, seemingly unaware her mother was home, instead concentrating on her game with a level of seriousness she had inherited from Aaron.

“Good afternoon ma’am,” Aaron says as Nancy puts the little basket in her hands on the counter, “Did you find everything you needed?” 

Nancy nods, her hands clasped in front of her as Aaron scans all the fake groceries, diligently packing them into the paper bag he’d set up on the end, “Yes.” 

Emily covers her mouth to stop herself from making a noise, the overwhelming joy and love she feels as she watches them together threatening to burst free. She places her other hand on her bump, excitement at the prospect of watching Aaron be a dad to the baby shifting around inside of her forcing tears to press at the back of her eyes. It was hard to think sometimes that this man, the man currently packing fake fruit and vegetables under the instruction of their two-year-old daughter, was the same man who had once attempted to throw her out of his office. It felt like nothing less than a privilege to see him like this, to be the one who saw the softer side she would have once claimed he didn’t have. 

“Do you have your loyalty card?” Aaron asks and Nancy hands a card over, which Emily can see is Aaron’s actual loyalty card for their local grocery store, “Thank you, your total is $20.15.” 

She hands over the fake money and takes her groceries back, it’s only then the toddler turns around and notices Emily standing in the doorway.

“Mama!” She squeals, dropping her toys and running over, her arms already up in the air. 

“Sweetie, be careful with Mommy-” Aaron says as he starts to stand up, grimacing as his knees pop.

“She’s fine,” Emily says, raising her eyebrow at her husband as she picks Nancy up. She kisses her daughter’s cheek, “Mama missed you.” 

“Missed Mama,” she replies, rubbing her face against Emily’s neck, her tiny fingers tangling in her hair. 

“You tired baby?” She asks and Nancy shakes her head, but Aaron nods, confirming that the little girl hasn’t had her nap yet, “Well Mommy is, so why don’t we sit down, huh?” 

Emily grunts as she sits down on the couch in the corner, purposely ignoring the way her husband raises an eyebrow at her. He joins them, his arm around her shoulders as he kisses the side of her head. 

“Hi by the way,” he says, smiling as she turns her head to look at him, taking the opportunity to stamp a kiss against her lips. 

“Hi,” she replies, kissing him again. She rubs her hand up and down their daughter’s back, a sure-fire way of making her fall asleep that had worked ever since she was a tiny newborn. 

“How was your mom?” 

She hums and rests her head on his shoulder, “The same as usual,” she grumbles, tilting her head to look up at him, “Although now she has a fun new thing where when I ordered my meal she told me I’m ‘carrying the weight’ differently this pregnancy,” she rolls her eyes, “Which is just her way of saying I’m fat.” 

“She said that?” he asks, furrowing his brows, his irritation bubbling in his chest, “She’s fuc…” he drifts off when she raises her eyebrows at him, her eyes pointing at a half-asleep Nancy, and he clears his throat, “She’s unbelievable.” 

“Nice save,” she says, kissing his jaw, “It’s fine. It’s done now. I won’t have to see her for a while.” 

He sighs and rests his hand on her bump, smiling when he feels the baby shift, “That’s true. I just wish she wasn’t like that at all.” 

“Me too,” Emily replies, blowing out a slow breath. She wanted more than anything to have a decent relationship with her mother, the one she knew she’d have with her kids when they were older, but she knew that wasn’t possible. She’d manage with what she had - especially when she had this to come home to, “Honey?” 

“Yes, sweetheart.” 

“If you ever decide to leave the FBI, I think you have a promising career as a cashier.” 

-x-

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Hi babes !!!

I would like to request a fic of Eddie x Fem! Reader where he sees her in the crowd at one of his shows at the hideout for the first time and that makes him all cheesy and stuff and he goes all out for her…

Im thinking it could be based off the song Say Yes to Heaven by Lana and the part where it goes “I’ve got my eye on you” is going through his head when he spots reader~

It sounds super confusing i know but i feel like you could do it justice (๑>◡<๑)♡

hiiii i really loved this idea tysm for requesting!!! if anyone has anymore rockstar!eddie thoughts pls share | 0.8k words :D

You could be imagining it.

The way the lead singer’s eyes have found you in the crowd time and time again. You could be, but he looks at you once more. How many times is too many to be coincidental?

You listen to Corroded Coffin often, but it doesn’t compare to how they sound live. Not to mention the way they perform.

Eddie Munson is a natural up there. And he keeps looking at you. His hair is a mess, frizzy and some stuck to his forehead with sweat. His shirt practically soaked through. It’s hot.

You stand close enough to the front that you have a good view of the stage, the band. Close enough that they can all probably see you, too. You know at least one of them can.

Eddie’s not sure why his eyes keep finding you in the crowd. It’s like he can’t help but look in your direction even though he’s never seen you before in his life. You’re pretty, and you know the words to his songs, and your smile is beaming almost as hard as the stage lights.

He’s not sure why he goes a bit harder during this show. Showing off, or pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. Okay, maybe he knows the reason and maybe it’s for you.

When it comes time to interact with the crowd, he knows just who to talk to.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

His voice is raw from all of his singing, and when you look up at the sound of it you find him staring right back at you, crouched by the end of the stage to see you better.

“Me?” You point to yourself, checking.

“Yeah, you,” he smiles, you melt a little. “What’s your name?”

You tell him, he repeats it back, “beautiful name. Makes sense. Who are you here with tonight?”

“Nobody,” you confess. You’d asked your friends, but none of them were interested. Their loss, you think.

“All alone, huh? Well, are you having fun?”

You nod enthusiastically, “the most. You guys are killer.”

“Killer,” he laughs. “Thank you. What’s your favorite song of ours, sweetheart?”

You take a moment to think, and he watches you the entire time. He’s truly interested in what you might say and he thinks that even if the song isn’t on their planned setlist, he’ll find a way to play it.

He grins when you give him your answer.

“Excellent choice,” he tells you, standing and facing his band mates. “What do ya say, boys? Should we play it?”

The crowd cheers, and so do you. He commands the attention of the audience with ease. Almost effortlessly, it seems. To you, it looks like he was born to be exactly where he is: on stage, in the spotlight.

“Alright, this one’s for you, sweetheart.”

He winks, and then he plays the song.

Your heart stuttered. He dedicated a song to you, then he fucking winked. No way. You’ve harbored a crush on him since discovering their music, and after tonight, there’s no chance of getting over it anytime soon.

The rest of the show is filled with eye contact, sneaky glances between song lyrics. It’s filled with a type of flirting that’s non-verbal. That still has butterflies swarming in your stomach.

When it ends, you linger, not wanting it to truly be over. You eventually start to walk out when a security guard stops you.

“Come with me, please,” he says.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask, worried and glancing towards the exit.

“No, Eddie wants to meet you. It’s your lucky night.”

Yeah, it really is, you think.

Contrary to popular belief, Eddie never does this. He doesn’t invite fans backstage. It’s usually the time he takes to calm down after the rush of adrenaline that comes with performing, but he couldn’t miss out on the chance to meet you.

After talking to you, his fascination only grew stronger. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and he’s sure people noticed. He doesn’t care, though. A knock on his dressing room door carries him over, opening it to reveal you.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” you’re a lot more nervous now that you’re alone with him. You pinch yourself as subtly as possible to make sure it’s not a dream.

“Come in, don’t be shy.”

You do, and he smiles. You pinch yourself again, but it’s real. So real you can smell him when he gets close, feel his breath on your heated skin.

“Why’d you invite me back here?” You blurt. In an attempt to explain yourself, you continue, “not that I’m not happy to be here. Trust me, I am. But, you know, I’m curious.”

“Would’ve thought it was obvious, sweets. I’ve got my eye on you.”

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Hi 👋🏻

So this is a new kind of fic that im trying to do, it’s still a wg fic but it will be in more part. So this is the chapter one, I hope you’ll like it 💜

This is a weight gain fic, if you don’t like don’t read. This contain, weight gain, weight loss, magic weight gain/loss, bullying, and humiliation.

Jisung’s mix up

Chapter 1

Jisung didn't feel like getting out of bed that morning; he already hated getting out of bed, but on top of that, it was too much for him for the start of the new school year. See, today was the first day of Jisung's last year at university, he'd already been through so much there, and to be honest he was relieved that it was the last year, but he would have preferred never to set foot there again. It wasn't that he hated the classes or wasn't good at what he was doing; on the contrary, Jisung was studying music and was very good at composing music. The truth was that socially, Jisung didn't really have any friends. His only friend was Changbin, whom he'd known since childhood, but he'd stopped studying an choose to work and because of that Jisung was on his own. So going to university became a bit of a nightmare, not only because he had no friends, but also because some people spent their time making fun of him. Ever since he was young, Jisung had always been overweight; he'd made many efforts to loose weight, but he always ended up putting it back on. So he'd simply accepted his body and didn't hate it, just lived his life with it without really caring. Yes, he was fatter than most people, which also created another reason to make fun of him, but other people's looks didn't affect him as much as they used to. Jisung then got out of bed and headed for his kitchen to have breakfast, he was really grateful to have stopped dieting because his little secret was that he loved eating, he loved the feeling of being full, he felt better that way and even if he sometimes put on weight it always made him feel better than anything else that could happen to him. He finished his breakfast before getting ready, and when he was ready, he looked at himself in the mirror, checking that his outfit fitted him well. He smiled as he looked at the mirror, which made his double chin stand out, but he thought he looked cute, and left his apartment with his bag on his back. Jisung headed for the bus stop and waited for the bus, at which point he received a call from Changbin.

« GOOD LUCK FOR TODAY SUNJIIIIE ! » then shouted this one from the other side of the phone and Jisung was surprised and pulled the phone away from his ear not wanting to lose his hearing.

"Thanks, but there's no need to shout..."

"Stop it, I know you must be stressed! But I'll be fine! I'll come by your place tonight if you want!"

"You're really too nice Binnie..."

"That's normal! And I'm bringing food!"

"There you go, gaining even more respect in my heart!"

"What, I didn't have your esteem?"

« Hm…oh...the bus is coming! See you tonight!"

"Yeah right...have a good day! Love you. » Say Changbin before hanging up.

Changbin always found the right thing to do to make him feel better, and it certainly worked. Since the know him, they are always been together and take care of each other, so having Changbin by his side really help him. Then, the bus arrived and he got in, the pressure had already eased a little, so he sat down in his usual place and put his phone in his pocket, and then he looked up looking at the people on the bus and suddenly; he saw him. He was surprised to see him on the bus and his eyes widened. Hyunjin...Jisung bit his lip and looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze, Hyunjin had been Jisung's crush since high school, surprisingly they'd both ended up at the same university and for three years Jisung had seen him every day and he couldn't really keep his crush off him. He'd obviously had dates and small relationships, but Hyunjin was something else. But he also knew he'd never be interested in him, for the simple reason that Hyunjin was in a relationship. And not with just anyone...Minho, Jisung suddenly thought. Minho was one of the people who made fun of Jisung most often, and he couldn't understand how someone as nice as Hyunjin could go out with an asshole like Minho, but there was nothing he could do about it. He got off the bus and started walking towards the university, when he heard a voice calling behind him.

"Jisung! I didn't know you took this bus too!" said Hyunjin, coming up beside him.

« Yeah…I take him…it's rather me who's surprised to see you..."

"I moved recently, Minho was supposed to pick me up but he had a problem with his car, so it's no big deal...how are you? Did you have a good vacation?" he smiled, a smile that had the power to make Jisung feel like he was dying, how could anyone be so beautiful and his heart began to beat faster and faster.

"Yes...I had a good rest...and you?"

"Yes it was great and then..."

"What are you doing with the campus pig, baby?" then asked Minho coming up to Hyunjin looking Jisung up and down.

"Fuck off Minho. Im leaving, have a nice day Hyunjin.... "

Jisung started walking a bit faster, wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible; it was bad enough seeing him with him, but he didn't need his remarks, which only served to make him suffer. Jisung returned to his classroom and did his best not to think about Minho's reflection. But he was so mean to him and it was only the first day, he didn’t understand why he was doing that, but he started feeling anxious for the rest of the day not knowing if Minho would keep him in mind to make him suffer even more.

Luckily the morning passed without a hitch and at lunchtime Jisung decided to go to the cafeteria, where he collected his tray and sat down as usual on his side of the room. And he began to eat, while he was watching what was going on around him, his gaze obviously drawn to Hyunjin, like a butterfly to light. Hyunjin was sitting at a table with his friends, chatting and laughing as Minho cuddled him. Jisung's heart began to beat faster and faster, he would so much like to be in his place, a part of him loved Hyunjin sincerely but a part of him could only envy him too. He was handsome, kind, sociable, slim and talented, he had it all and Jisung was just envious of having a life like his. He then continued to eat on his own, bowing his head, not wanting to feel sorry for himself any longer.

« I thinks you shouldn't eat so much...you'll end up overflowing everywhere..." then said Minho in passing after finishing eating while his boyfriend was still at his table.

"Seriously, what's your problem?"

"Maybe the fact that you've been checking out my boyfriend every day for three years. Hyunjin will never date a pig you know that right?"

"Shut the fuck up Minho!" said Jisung as he stood up to face him.

"What are you going to do put all your fatness on me to try to kill me ? » laughed Minho as Jisung's heart pounded and he clenched his hands to keep from weakening, as the others' gazes fell on him, he felt he needed to leave.

"Don't talk to me again!" said Jisung, wanting to try and leave, but suddenly he felt his tray of food tip over on top of him.

"Perfect! Now you really look like a pig, in your element at last!" laughed Jisung, and the others started laughing too.

Jisung then ran out of the cafeteria and, after collecting his things, decided to go home. It was only the first day and Minho was already giving him hell, he hated him, he didn’t even bother him or talk to him, he was just living his life asking for nothing but Minho was still there to reminded him, that he was fat and that nobody will ever loved him. He had never been friends with Minho but the truth was that Hyunjin and Jisung had been close for a while, since they was some course in common, but then he started dating Minho andJisung had decided to move away, feeling to sad about the situation. It was all too much for him, he was fed up with his own life, especially as the year was just beginning, so when he got home Jisung went straight to his room and lay down in his bed and closed his eyes trying to forget it all.

"Why is this happening to me?" he thought, rubbing his face. "All I want...is just to be happy, if I had Hyunjin's life everything would be so much easier for sure, I'd so much like to be him..." he closed his eyes and let the tears roll down his face. "Please let tomorrow be a better day!" he said as he rolled around in his comforter, and decided that for today he'd done enough. He closed his eyes and decided to sleep anyway, as it was all he had to do to feel good and just forget. He was feeling to bad and even if it was still too early to go to bed he didn’t care, he just wanted to sleep and forgot and pray for tomorrow.

When his phone vibrated Jisung woke up and looked at the time 8:30AM, fuck i sleep all day and night...he said to himself as he sat up, rubbed his face and looked around, frowning. When did my bed get so big? He thought, feeling a little bit weird, but not taking to much attention since he was too tired from sleeping that much. He got out of bed and told himself that he must have rested well last night, because he felt relieved and...light. He then walked past his mirror and a few seconds after passing it, he froze. He then took a few steps back to the mirror and his eyes widened, he let out a cry of surprise and fell to the floor, looking at his body. He was...slim, but really slim, his waist was so slim and his arms were svelte and he was even muscular. He frowned and lowered his eyes to look thinking it must be a nightmare, then straightened up and pinched himself trying to understand before he heard someone knocking on his bedroom door. He then go closer to the mirror and watched his face, his double chin had disappeared and he even had a smooth, beautiful jaw. He admired his face, but the panic was too much for him to breathe. He then hear a noise, behind the door and started looking at it.

"Are you all right, Jisung?" asked Changbin, whose voice he recognized. Changbin? What's he doing here? Jisung asked himself.

"Binnie...I...okay I'll come out of my room but...don't panic okay?"

"Stop scaring me please and open the door ! »

Jisung moved towards the door and after a few seconds opened it to face his friend. Changbin didn't really react, but Jisung frowned again. When did he get so muscular? And since when did he have more muscle than fat? Jisung didn't understand anything, he felt like he was lost or dreaming. He approached Changbin and look at his apartment who was much bigger and prettier that yesterday.

"Binnie I don't understand what's going on, and what are you doing here?"

"I...live here? Are you sure you're okay, Jisung? Minho told me you looked weird yesterday!"

"Minho? You're talking to Minho? And how that ? you live here?"

"How long did you sleep exactly? Anyway, get ready, he's going to pick you up soon and tonight I'll be back late, im seeing Felix, okay?"

"Who's Felix? And why would Minho pick me up? Binnie don’t leave me alone, I'm scared!" said Jisung, moving closer with panicked eyes.

"Felix my boyfriend? Sometimes I think you're not listening when I talk!"

"You...you..."

"Go get dressed, you're going to be late!"

He then pushed Jisung into the bathroom and Jisung found himself once again facing a mirror, completely lost and without any information on the situation. He ran water over his face, praying to wake up, but nothing changed. He then go in the shower and clean his body, it was so weird being so skinny, he doesn’t have to lift his belly to get underneath or have trouble bending down to wash his legs, and he could even reach his finger without any problem. When he had finished, he went to his room and prepared some clothes, for the first time in his life, his clothes were almost too baggy and his pants didn't hug his stomach. The whole thing felt weird and he wasn't even sure he liked the feeling. He grabbed his course materials and decided to leave the apartment to find some answers. But as soon as he was out the door, he ran into Minho, who smiled at him before putting his arms around him and his lips on him. Jisung froze and swallowed as he pushed Minho away.

"What are you doing?" said Jisung.

"I'm saying good morning like everyday babe…I see someone's up on the wrong side of the bed today!" he said, laughing lightly, before opening the door of his car to Jisung; he hesitated for a moment and climbed in - he had to find some answers.

Minho then started the car and the two of them arrived at the university. As they got out of the car, his apparently friends arrived and they started chatting with Minho together. Jisung looked at the situation without understanding. What's going on? He greeted Minho before hurrying off to the bathroom to breathe. This was all too much for him, he didn't know what to do or how to get out of this situation, Changbin was different, his life was different, even his body was different, what could happen? he asked himself, catching his breath. Suddenly he heard the toilet door open and his gaze met Hyunjin's. Jisung was stunned to see that his lifelong crush, whom he'd always admired, was different too. He passed his eyes over Hyunjin and it didn't take him long to realize that he had wished to have Hyunjin's life, so if he had succeeded, then Hyunjin should have his life. And indeed Hyunjin stood before him, blushing and shy in clothes barely his size, not daring to speak to him. Hyunjin's body had changed too; he was no longer the slim, svelte man of yesterday, but an overweight boy with his belly sticking out in front of him and a prominent double chin. And he was still so beautiful, that Jisung heart began to beat faster, he was still the man he likes and now he was feeling guilty for this things happening to him too.

"Hyunjin?" asked Jisung and he looked up.

"Yes...?" he said, lowering his head, Jisung then moved closer and pursed his lips.

"How...? Why did...? Do you...remember yesterday...?"

"If you want to apologize because of what Minho said don't worry...I'll get over it."

"No...well I'm sorry about that but...did you forget too?"

"Look Jisung, I've got class, so do you, if you don't want to be friends with me that's fine but for my sake it's better if I don't get too close to you."

Hyunjin get out of the toilet, leaving Jisung alone and closed the door behind him, Jisung was now also troubled once again by this conversation and decided to get out too and go outside of the university, going to sit on a bench to take a time to think about all that. He'd never imagined that his unrealistic wish would come true, and he also realized that he didn't necessarily want Hyunjin's life, but just a minimum of attention.Of course he loved watching Hyunjin life, as if it was perfect, but yesterday he was just sad and kinda desperate but in the end; he also liked certain aspects of his life, so why find himself in this situation? All this frightened him, and on the other hand he thought maybe he could change things, because if that wasn’t a mistake maybe it was an opportunity. He didn't want to sit around depressed like that until something happened next, that wasn't his style, so he got to his feet and, more determined than ever, decided that maybe he had a chance to make something of his life and thanks to a surge of self-confidence, he decided that he wasn't going to give up now, that he was going to change things and that he would do everything to take advantage of this situation, even if it meant changing things.

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Die for me - Part 3

Final Part

Six months… six months since I walked away from Jake. I only went back to get the rest of my stuff. I found an apartment which was perfect for just me.

Thankfully noone from the group picked sides when we ended things. I swear they still think we will get back together but I can't say we will. I do miss him a ton, everything about him honestly. I've tried dating but nothing more than two or three dates and then I end it. 

Hannah and Thomas are having a baby and today is the gender reveal party at the Aurora. After asking Hannah a million questions I'm pretty certain it's a girl so I grab my short fit and flair dress that's a soft mauve pink. It's a little chilly this fall afternoon so I threw on my boots and a leather jacket.

Jessy and Dan pick me up because honestly knowing Jake will be there I would chicken out. Especially because I know he's been seeing someone because of Lilly. She tells me it's nothing serious but she's meeting the whole gang tonight, me included and my heart breaks.

There's a knock on the door and it's Jessy. Dan is waiting in the car, so I grab my purse and present and we head over there. 

The parking lot is pretty much full with everyone there and I see Jake and his new girl walking in. Dan sees my mood get worse and has Jessy go in. We stand outside for a moment while I catch my breath.

"Dan, how am I going to handle this? She's gorgeous,``I feel the tears forming but I have to stop them.

"Hey it's his loss. Honestly we're all hoping she's just a space filler for now. Also I didn't tell you this but he's asked about you to everyone."

I look at him, "really?" I ask uncertain if I still want to face him.

"Plus your way prettier than her and a better fit for the gang" he says with a chuckle.

"Dan, you don't even know her!" I laugh as he hugs me.

"Nah but no one will be a better fit then you for that hackerman."

"Thanks Dan" I say with a smile as we walk inside.

I put my gift down and go up to Hannah and Thomas and I give them both hugs.

"Hey before you get much further we need to ask you something?" Says Hannah holding my hand.

"Anything you know I'm always here" I say with a smile.

"That's exactly why you want to ask you this. You've been there for us since you became just a random number and we would love for you to be this baby's godmother" she says with a smile.

"Of course '' I exclaim. "Now let's find out the gender so I can spoil them" I say with a laugh.

"Later we will find out, don't worry" she says.

I see Thomas is hiding something, "who is the godfather?" I ask unsure if I want the answer.

"I am why?" I hear Jake walk up and his new girl is attached to him.

"I guess you and me are always going to be apart of each other lives then" I say as my smile fades away.

"Hi, im Ava" says the girl as she puts her hand out.

"Hi, I'm MC" I say as I walk past them.

"What's her problem?" She asks.

"Let me go find out" I hear Jake.

I'm sitting at the bar with a whiskey neat and I see someone sit down. I expect Thomas until I turn to say something and see him. I can't even  think of anything to say so I just take a drink.

"Really MC? You can't be nice to her?" He asks.

I sigh "what I said Hi, I'm MC. I'm sorry but that's as nice as you're gonna get from me. If it wasn't for Hannah begging me to come even though you were gonna be here I wouldn't have." I say turning towards him.

He's looking right at me and I see those blue eyes staring back at me. "I'm trying to move on since I thought we were the end game" he says.

"Yeah I thought so too but guess not. How long have you known her?" I ask, looking towards her.

"Two months. I don't know why I even brought her today." There's a pause and I look at him those blue eyes are still holding love as he looks at me. "Wait, I know why. I thought you would have a plus one."

"Well I don't. Nothing more than three dates since I walked out of that house. Tons of guys try but none have stuck yet I guess." I say taking a drink.

"MC" he says and she comes walking up.

"Lets go get some food and introduce me to everyone" she says, taking his hand.

"Jake, I'm sorry" I say before she pulls him away.

I watch them for a bit before some music comes on and Dan comes up to me "I was right. I don't like her."

"She's not a forever thing for him. I can tell you that." I say taking a drink.

"So there is a chance for the best couple to get back together." He has that smirk about him.

I sigh because I guess it's obvious today. "Okay yes I miss him. I miss everything about him. Why do you think I can't date anymore?"

"Because you guys are meant to be. Let me get her away from him and I'll get Phil to play your guy's song."

As he gets up I grab his hand "no he looks happy right now" I say with a sigh.

"You didn't see how he was looking at you when you guys were talking before. He's still in love with you" he leaves and goes to Phil at the end of the bar. I see him grab a beer and a whiskey after a few minutes and I see him walk up to Jake and Ava. He gets her to take the beer and pulls her away from him slowly. 

Jake stands there talking to Thomas and then "When You Say Nothing at All" by Alison Krauss starts to play. I look at Phil and shake my head. As I turn around I see Jake walking up to me.

"Did you have something to do with this?" He has that smirk that melts my heart.

"No it was all Dan I swear" I say as I feel myself blushing.

"Well we shouldn't let this song go to waste" he puts his hand out.

"What will Ava think?" I say.

"I honestly don't care. After this is over I'm done with her. I have only room for one person in my heart and I want her back."  He takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor.

He pulls me close and I smell him for the first time all day. As we dance I get lost in his  blue eyes that are just filled with love.. I remember when we first danced to this song and the fact it was going to be our first dance at the wedding. I am the only person that can get this man to listen to anything country, yet alone dance to it. The song comes to an end and he dips me down. As he pulls me back up my heart feels like it's in my throat and I'm lost in the moment.I feel a hand tap my shoulder that brings me back to the party. "Um he's mine '' I hear Ava say.

I sigh and let go, he has no idea how hard he just made it for me. "Sorry he asked since it was our song" I said looking at her then walk away.

"MC please don't walk away" I hear him plead.

I stop in my tracks but don't turn around. I want him just as much as I hear his want for me in his voice but he brought a plus one. Dan and Jessy sees the struggle on my face and know what's happening now. I see the smile on Jessy's face but I walk outside for some fresh air.

I sit down at the patio tables needing this fresh air. Until I hear the door swing open, "NO YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME!" I hear Ava yell. 

I sigh because I needed a moment to think and here they come.

"Ava, I didn't know she was going to be here but you know what I shouldn't have brought you. I should have ended what this was before it even started but I was trying to move on" his voice is calm.

He was never one to yell at a woman even when she's in his face yelling like she is. She storms away " I'm calling a cab. Go have your fun but I won't answer if you call me."

He looks at me but walks back inside. She turns around and sees me. She sits down as she calls for a cab but doesn't say anything to me at first.

I tilt my head back against the wall and close my eyes trying to just refocus why I'm here until I hear her voice say my name.

"MC right?" She asks.

I look at her "Yes. I just want to let you know I never planned for that to happen. I'm not sure what he told you about me but we have a history."

"Yeah he told me you are his ex-fiance. I should've known you would be here and I couldn't win his heart fully if you were still around." She sighs, putting her head in her hands.

"He's a lot to handle, believe me I know. Also I'm sorry you didn't get a true chance with him." I say as the door opens and it's Jessy.

"They are revealing the gender" she says casually.

"You should join us. At least get some more food before you leave." I say trying to be nice.

"Honestly if I see the way he looks at you one more time I'll lose it. The moment you walked in the door, I knew there was history and I had no chance" she says pulling her phone out.

I stand up and fix my dress "okay no problem" I head inside. I think about what she said with him looking at me. As I walk in he looks at me and I swear I stop breathing. He comes up to me but I walk away from him to where everyone else is and they have the cake getting ready to cut it. I stand next to Jessy and I feel a hand wrap around me, I look and see him looking at me. I smack his chest gently and point at the cake. He understands and we watch.

As they pull the cake out I see blue filling and while I'm happy for them I wish it was a girl. I go to pull away but he pulls me close, spinning me around. 

He whispers in my ear, " tell me this feeling is mutual still." I melt in his arms and I feel the smile on my skin.

I feel Jessy come up and push a piece of cake between us and says softly "not the place you two."

He pulls away and looks into my eyes "it's so mutual but she's right" I say moving away.

I go to get a piece and Hannah pulls it away from me "what's going on between you and Jake?" She asks.

"I guess we're getting back together" I say, trying to contain my excitement.

"I knew you two wouldn't stay away from eachother long" she chuckles.

"Seriously if you hadn't forced me here it would of been longer but you know I can't say no to this." I grab the cake from her hand and feel arms around me again. 

This time the arms are fully around my waist. He isn't even trying to hide his feelings if Ava does walk in. I take a bite of the cake and i see his head on my shoulder and I give him a piece from mine.

"So what's his name going to be?" I hear Jake ask.

"We're still unsure as of now" says Thomas.

"Well he will be loved and spoiled by Jake and I" I say with a smile.

Jake pulls me away and into Phils office.  He pins me against the door and leans into kiss me. My lips meet his and it's passionate and rough. I manage to pull away and look into his eyes. He knows he has me melted as he leans in to kiss me more and there is a knock on the door.

"Out of my office you two!" Yells Phil

I giggle like teenagers getting caught and I whisper in his ear, "come home with me.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #fanfic #mc x jake #everbyte duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom #jake duskwood

[tweekfilms]

picking up bottles with you on new years day

first one shot, im kind of nervous. anyways this combines two things i love: gertchase and taylor swift

its gotten to a point where its tradition every year to play the same song over and over again.

well maybe gert was being slightly overdramatic but the song has become a key part of her new years eve pre celebration routine ever since she discovered chase’s liking of taylor swift

it started 3 years ago and months after defeating morgan that gert found chase one night casually listening to lover and when she had asked, he immediately tried to play it off

of course she then explained the concept of breaking toxic masculinity and how he shouldn’t be ashamed of liking a certain artist based off their gender and while chase was confused most of the time, he still listened of course he would still listen

“did you get everything ready for tonight” gert asked chase as he finished setting up lights in the hostel

“um yeah i guess, it doesn’t look bad right” chase looked up at the lights

“i mean we live in an underground mansion so it seems pretty fine to me” gert shrugged

“do you know when the others are back yet” chase asked looking at her

gert just responded with an im not sure because she really didn’t know. karolina, nico, and molly went out to find some food and other new years eve stuff while alex was buying more lights for the hostel and figuring out how to watch the ball drop in times square

“you know what this is reminding me of” chase’s voice broke her out of her thoughts

“what” gert asked

“our first night together” chase said and gert just raised an eyebrow

“i mean you know the vibe and the feel of the hostel not that we’re going to end up you know” chase added rapidly

“i know what you mean chase, i was just teasing you” gert laughed

“you’re mean” chase pouted to which gert just rolled her eyes

“say that im still curious… where are you going with this” gert asked again

“we have the hostel to ourselves for a couple of minutes ? hours ? so i think we should do what we did at the beginning of that first night together” chase went to the cd player they bought and put on reputation by taylor swift and skipped the songs to the one gert grew to love

“you’re asking me to dance with you to the tune of new years day” gert raised her eyebrow again

“we don’t have to, i just wanted to uh” chase seemed to be at a loss for words

gert shrugged and motioned for chase to go to her and she just wrapped her arms around him

“so is that a yes” chase asked dumbly

“my actions say louder than my words” gert pointed out

“ok” chase had just said

so they just danced in the comfort of the hostel just the two of them. they had never done this before, it was mostly just cuddling but this felt nice

after all in another timeline, they didn’t have this because she was… no gert didn’t want to think about that timeline again

“i can hear the gears turning” chase looked at her curiously

“are my thoughts too loud” gert just looked at him

“no its just you have this face when you’re thinking i don’t know” chase described her face

as much as it would have annoyed gert in the past, she grew to love his observations

“i was just thinking about how nice this feels. and how in another timeline, this wouldn’t be our future” gert proceeded to explain with caution

“well im glad we changed that future because i can’t imagine a new years eve without you” chase kissed the top of her head

“also can i just say how much i grew to love this song” gert added

“you didn’t like it before” chase’s expression turned into a frown

“no it was more like the thought of an overreptive tradition and how tired i would have gotten of it but seeing how it makes you happy and how enjoy it, changed my perspective” gert explained

“so im changing perspectives huh” chase smirked

“shut up don’t get too flattered” gert rolled her eyes but there was fondness in it

“i can get used to this” chase eventually said after a couple of minutes

“me too but don’t get too excited” gert warned playfully

chase just smiled brightly and kissed her

listen after surviving aliens, a sorcerer and changing another timeline… gert could have used a break and while these past three years have been an absolute dream something about this year seemed different

“knock it off lovebirds” it was nico’s voice

“you guys are back already” chase asked

“uh we’ve been standing here for the past two minutes but we see you two are having a moment” molly smirked

“well we’re glad you’re back” gert gave her sister a hug

as soon as everyone entered the dining room, chase went to turn off the cd player until gert stopped him

“could you keep it on.. i want to continue listening” gert asked

and of course chase said yes, he would tell her yes for anything

yeah some traditions were repetitive and old but this song and the boy who introduced this little song as a tradition for them

she could get used to it

[kerimcangoren]

Back to the Gram

Just this past week I jumped back on to Instagram.

When I deleted it, it became super easy to forget about it in just a few days. A few weeks later you start to notice the changes. Improvements and some declines. You feel less occupied by distant activities yet you hear less from your inner and outer circles. Likewise with much of your interests and tastes, you want to keep up with particular bands or artists, or that one gallery or night at that specific club you like to go to.

Regardless it was good to be away for a year, to get that slight edge of carelessness, compounded with the freedom from being perceived.

With my work I know I could really develop quicker and further with Instagram, but ironically, without it, there is no measuring my value. No followers or likes to reference. Only my affiliations in real life, in the corporeal world.

Within this week, since hopping back on, I’ve deleted everything to restage my account for work, to be more disciplined and considered about its uses as a resource and platform. I’ve created a private account for minor entertainment and more irreverwnt communications, as well as a place for updates on cultural references.

I’ve been weighing up the pros and cons with a fresh face and already can see myself falling into old tendencies. Doom scrolling at night, checking likes, responses, measuring others.

I have no shame, I know everybody else does this to some degree. In any case, I need to work on it despite everything.

I felt particularly compelled to write about Instagram tonight (having just found out about a sitant friend’s loss and grief).

I met my friend Spencer perhaps three years ago at a turbulent time for the both of us. He was visiting London from New York with our friend Josh. He very much threw himself into the opportunity for what seemed like a reason to be away by any means from New York.

We hung out here and there at bars, and even randomly crossed paths on buses and streets at strange times. Needless to say, we stayed in touch, calling once every other week, until drifting apart entirely. Recently, I was relieved to see him during a trip to LA. I would have felt bad and incomplete had I journeyed that far only to return without having spared the time to see him. He was doing well in love, life and work.

Today I saw an Instagram story of his, about the loss of his ex-girlfriend. He put up about 15 slides that alluded to her passing, and their time together. It hit every corner. Humor, desire, longing, existential engagement, love, just all that shit represented in beautiful intimate, and/or silly photography.

So touching, inspiring, soul destroying, it was psychologically lethal. I couldn’t bear it. Spencer brought tears to my eyes. It wasn’t so much in that way of paying a beautiful homage, but in articulating his lived experience and resulting pain in the most poignant and concise of ways.

I immediately called him crying but I haven’t a clue what time it was in LA. No answer. Right now, I’ve come off the bus, and I need a drink. I’ll be seeing Lighting Bolt in a moment. I bought the tockets two days ago from a friend who was trying to resell them on Instagram.

I don’t know, I shouldn’t be made to feel this volume and concentration of emotion so quickly on a pleasant bus journey. Nor should I feel such heights of joy offered by memes made by 16 year old American kids.

But Im moved and stimulated.

One of my dearest life friends (and spirit animal) just last week told me I say “I love you” far too often to my friends.

I don’t know, I suppose love is sacred, yet as a word its polysemuous. As each slide developed I thought:

God I love photography

I love you Spenny

I think I feel he just needs to hear that. Someone thousands of miles away does care strongly for him.

Apprently Subrina would have wanted all of us to drop acid, get naked and listen to Crystal Castles.

Sure thing.

#personal #writing

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking  as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

***

  Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.

#harry #styles #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles au #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry styles series #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles x actress!reader #never have i ever series #harry styles never have i ever #harry styles never have i ever series

[mercur1e]

Saw your Father’s Day post and I knew I had to ask for it:

Dilf!Jean x Teacher!Black reader fic

I’ll let you pick whether it’s sfw or nsfw, I just need some Jean content rn😌

YES OML

Contains: Modern AU, female anatomy but no pronouns

Jean has had his eye on you for a while now. You're his kid's teacher, he know he shouldn't be feeling this way. But he can't help it. You're so kind and beautiful. You're great with the kids, and always patient with them. And god, your smile. That pretty, pretty smile. When he dropped Julia off at the first day of school, you had smiled and introduced yourself. Nothing unusual, it's just common courtesy. So why was he acting like a teenager in love all over again? He brushed it off thinking it was just because he hasn't dated in a while. Ever since his divorce he hasn't really been interested in dating.

Everytime Jean would pick up his child he made small talk with you. About his daughter, about your jobs, anything that would get you to talk to him. Jean would subtly compliment you, telling you that you look pretty or that a color looks good on you. Hell, he pointed out when you changed your hair up for a day, even if it wasnt anything major. Every once in a while he would lightly flirt with you, questioning how you're single and asking if you have a s/o. You'd always reply that you haven't been interested in anyone around here.

And it wasn't one sided, no. You'd glance at him when (you thought) he wasn't looking, looking as handsome as ever. His slicked back hair and style would make anyone swoon. A million dollar smile, great personality, and he was a good father? You wanted to be with him, you really did. But as a teacher you know you shouldn't. But the school year is almost out, you wish he would make a move.

Today was just like any other day, Jean came to pick up his kid and he was making small talk with you. Talking to you about your plans for the summer, and where you would like to go. Meanwhile Jean was was worrying about how to ask you out. "Do I just say it? Do I slip it in? Shit. Fuck it I'll just say it."

As you were talking about your summer plans, Jean interrupted you. "I..I was wondering if I can take you out on a date? If not I'm sorry that-"

"I've been waiting for you to say that." A smile forms on your lips. "I thought I'd become a corspe before you asked me out!" You poke in a joking manner.

Jean chuckled at you. "Well how about as an apology for making you wait so long, I take you out to dinner tonight?" He says while smiling at you. God, he's got a nice smile.

"I would love that. Is 7 o'clock good for you?" You ask Jean while writing your number on a slip of paper and handing it to him.

"Works for me. It won't be hard finding a babysitter for Julia for the night. I'll see you then sweetheart."

The rest of the school day went by fast. Happy to be home, you search through you closet to find something to wear. After digging in your closet you found your perfect outfit. Putting it on and standing infront the mirror you looked damn good in it. Going into the bathroom to finish up your hair and getting the look you wanted, you were almost done. Now you just had to find the right fragrance and any other additions. And with that, you were ready for your date. Hearing a knock on your door, you go to answer it.

You're met with Jean, looking as handsome as ever. He has on a dress shirt with some slacks, paired with a nice watch and shoes. Eyeing you up and down, he shoots you a smirk.

"You look amazing."

"And you look handsome, which is a shocker for you." You play, he knows he looks even on his worst days.

Jean guffawed at your comment. "Uh huh, like I don't notice you checking me out almost everyday at school."

Locking your door behind you, you two begin walking towards his car. "Guess I'm not as sneaky as I thought."

"Nope, you're shit and trying to be sneaky."

"Oh shut up!" You giggled as you slapped his arm lightly. He opens the car door for you and you get in.

"So, where are we going?" You ask once he gets in the car.

"It's a surprise, but I think you'll like it when we get there."

As he was driving, you two talked and joked together. It wasn't a very long ride, maybe about 15-20 minutes until you arrived to the destination. It was a popular steakhouse that had recently opened up, and it wasn't cheap either.

"I've always wanted to go here, I've heard good things about this place." Looking around the parking lot, you could tell it wasn't a super busy night but they had business, that's good.

"Me too. I've heard good things about the place and its owned by a local chef." Holding out his hand to you, you take it as you're getting out of the car. To his pleasant surprise, you hold on to his hand until you two are seated at the table he reserved. The rest of the date went wonderfully, you both thoroughly enjoyed dinner and had fun getting to know each other more. And of course taking playful jabs at each other and eating dessert.

Pulling up in front of your house, Jean helps you out the car and walks you to your front door.

"I really enjoyed tonight, I loved every bit of it. Thank you for treating me to dinner."

"Of course." Jean replies, secretly hoping you'd you'd kiss him.

You two sat in silence for a few minutes until you looked him in the eye. His eyes were shining, hoping that you'd make a move. Finally, you broke the silence.

"Can I kiss you-" You didn't even finish your sentence before his lips landed on yours. He pulled back though, the kiss ending as quick as it started. You kissed him again. And again, until it turned into a full blown makeout session. "Do you want to go inside?" You asked once you finally caught your breath. Jean nodded at you, eyes now clouded with need. Opening your door, you barely have time to register what happened. Jean's got you pressed against your door, lips back on yours. Running your hands through his hair you let his tongue roam your mouth. He sucks on your tongue while trying to take your clothes off. "Mm, not here, my bedroom." While hurrying towards your bedroom, articles of clothing litter your hallway as you both rush to take off your clothes. After you get into the bedroom Jean motions for you to lay on the bed.

Laying between your legs, he leaves kisses on your navel and thighs, avoiding where you need him the most. Taking a long finger and swiping up your slit, he feels just how wet you are for him.

"Fuck, I've been waiting to do this for so long."

You hum in agreement. "Me too, I've wanted you for so long"

Licking a stripe up your pussy, you shiver under him. He kitten licks your clit before sticking a long finger into you. Your vagina clenches around the digit, adjusting to it after a minute.

"Another" you mewl, wanting more of him. He listens, putting his index finger in. He moves his fingers in a scissoring motion, loving the way you feel around him. His fingers are coated with your juices, creating a wet sound every time he thrusted them into you. Sucking on your clit, you moan and twitch under him. He speeds his fingers up, and starts sucking at your clit more harshly.

"Ah! Ah! M' gonna cum!"

"That's right, come for me baby. Cum all over my fingers."

Your body shivers from your orgasm as your hole convulses around Jean's fingers, creaming around him. He takes his fingers out of you, and you whine at the loss. He takes his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them.

"You tatse so good baby. So good for me. Can't wait to have you screaming for me."

He looks so hot like this. Hair disheveled and out of place, lust filled eyes just waiting to devour you. He takes his dick and strokes it a few times before pushing your legs against your chest. He lines himself up at your entrance, and slowly pushes in. It stings at first, he's so big. You already feel full, before you look down and see that you've only taken half of him. Jean slowly eases the rest of himself into you, before he's finally buried to the hilt. You swear you can feel him in your throat.

"Y-you can move baby, I can take it."

Jean smirks at you. "You sure?"

"Mhm..keep going."

Once Jean knew you were okay he started roughly thrusting into you. Leaning down to suck at your nipples, your hand grabbed at his hair. Tugging lightly at it, you wrangled a low groan out of the man above you. He can tell you're close because your moans are getting louder and he can feel you tightening around his dick.

"You gonna cum for me baby? Want me to fill you up?"

"Mm Mhm!"

"Say it."

"Cum in my Jean, please!"

He smirked. "Anything you want baby."

Slamming his hips into you, Jean's abusing your poor g-spot at this point. He flips you over so you're face down ass up and you can tell he's close too by the way his dick is twitching inside of you.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm cummimg, I'm cumming-"

"That's it baby, come all over me."

Jean doesn't let up even after you've come. Your overstimulated pussy fills the room with sloppy noises. Jean gives a few more rough thrusts before coming inside of you. You both simultaneously groan out, you feel even fuller than before. He pulls out of you, feeling a sense of pride as he watches some of his cum drip out of your pussy.

Rolling over onto your back, you gaze up at Jean. A fucked out grin makes its way onto your face. Jean smiles back down at you before he lays down onto your chest.

"Is it selfish if I say I don't want this to end?" He mumbles in between the valley of your breats.

"Mm no. Because I don't want it to end either. I really like you Jean, I mean it." Your hand runs through his hair, its original style long gone.

"I really like you too, you think we could make something outta this? Maybe even a relationship?"

You giggle. "Is this your way of asking me to be your s/o?"

"Yeah...pretty shitty way huh?" Jean let's out a small laugh.

"Hmm yes, but I accept. I'll be your s/o."

"Guess it's not stupid if it works hm?" Jean leans up to plant a kiss against your lips.

"Oh shut up you!"

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE THIS DONE YESTERDAY BUT I FEEL ASLEEP! Anyways I hoped you liked it! Thank you for requesting and feedback is appreciated!! Have a good day! <33

This is my original work. Do not steal, repost, or copy my works. All works on this belong to @c00chi

#jean kirschtein smut #aot x black!reader #aot x poc!reader #aot x reader #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirstein x black reader #jean kirstein x poc!reader #jean kirsten smut

[lcthebtswriter]

my love

pairing: pietro maximoff x reader

summary: some disgustingly sweet fluff, as requested. Pietro and the reader’s relationship slowly solidifies itself.

warnings: suggestive content

tags: @just-that-trash-blog, @kpopchangedmylifesstuff,  @pensysto-writes, @miscellaneoustoasts, @groovyfluxie, @line-viper (hey old friend), @alien-on-a-treadmill, @statsvitenskap, @aliciabg27, @brianaraydean, @im-that-trash-over-there, @readingemmy, @caswinchester2000, @wafflebrian​, @smollmikey for their fluff prompt: “No, like... It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

a/n: I’m trying out a new fic layout so let me know if you like it, or if there’s anything weird about this upper half. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated :) send an ask with your username and fandoms to get first priority in making requests and being tagged in fics related to your chosen character(s)

Growing up in a facility that manipulated your power of electrokinesis, you had little opportunity to socialize. There were meals outside sometimes, but you were all forced to wear a power suppressor. Your social skills were lacking, but the Maximoff twins understood your plight and befriended you regardless.

You went through thick and thin together. When Ultron recruited the twins, you were roped into the Avengers in a desperate attempt at saving your friends’ innocence. Unlike them, you were unaware of the suffering caused by a traumatizing loss of family. You were born from a petri dish, a lab experiment years in the making, and had no family to mourn except for the twins.

Wanda was like an older sister to you. She taught you how to read, how to process your emotions, and - when your freedom was gained - how to dress and socialize. She helped suppress your nightmares and taught you how to control your powers. You learned how to cook together, and how to become accustomed to the bustling city and new teammates that weren’t euthanized if they lost a spar.

Pietro’s relationship with you, however, was different. The feelings were subtle, the emotions having never before been experienced. You knew what attraction was, and knew that copulation repopulated the Earth.

What you didn’t know was how to react to the electricity that ignited from your fingers after touching Pietro. When he was around, lights flickered and your hair stood at attention, drawn into a force you had no control over. It wasn’t an electromagnetic field, but you felt the familiar buzzing in your head and your toes. 

Living healthy lives with the Avengers brought your attention to such emotions. You and Pietro became attached at the hip, especially when Wanda was off wandering or on a lone mission. Pietro was the only familiar face in the Avengers Tower, and he felt comfortable with you.

One thing led to another one night. After many drinks and a jokingly prompted kiss, you and Pietro ended up in his bed. You didn’t know if it was his first time, but he treated you as if you were. Pietro’s strong hands caressed your body in slow, soft motions. His kisses were steady yet needy, a sensual clash of tongues and moans and curious touches. 

He made your body feel as if it were ignited. You craved him more and more, and the nights spent together ended just as quickly as they started.

What would the team think? Did Wanda know?

“Of course she does,” Pietro had said once.

The question bothered you to no end. As you dressed in Pietro’s room, hurrying as to not get caught when Wanda undoubtedly barged in to bother her twin. You didn’t know why exactly the thought of Wanda knowing disturbed your mind so greatly. Maybe it was due to your sisterhood with her, or guilt that you were romantically involved with the only person she had in her life. It was one of the reasons you always left Pietro’s room under the moonlight. You couldn’t stay. The guilt wrapped you up in his blankets.

Wanda did know, however, and she assured you it didn’t bother her one bit. She knew the question controlled your thoughts, and that you were consumed with the images of your nights with Pietro. Wanda told you she was just happy that you found solace in one another.

Knowing such information switched something inside you.

Your touches lingered on Pietro in public. Eyes never left each other on the sparring mat, whether you fought each other or watched one another practice with another team member. Long nights in each other’s rooms talking and laughing became second nature, but you never stayed the night until you had a nightmare.

It had been a year since your liberation from the lab, and while Wanda helped the nightmares they never truly left. You awoke some nights with sweat-drenched pajamas and a knot in your stomach so painful even medicine didn’t help. At one point you’d almost set the lamps in your room on fire because your fight or flight triggered a surge of power.

Pietro had come into your room one night, knocking even though he knew your screams woke you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, voice low with sleep and his accent heavier.

You didn’t answer, so Pietro shut your bedroom door and crawled beside you in bed. Immediately your arms wrapped around his waist, but Pietro leaned up to take off his shirt and discard it on the floor. He knew how important skin contact was to your self-soothing. Hearing his steady heartbeat and feeling the coolness of his skin lulled you into calmness.

“Please don’t leave me tonight,” you begged.

Pietro tipped your chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips after wiping your tears away. They soaked into your cheeks, the sadness and despair quickly replaced by the comfort of Pietro’s presence. 

You made love that night, soft and gentle as if Pietro was afraid to break you. Yet he wanted to show you how safe you were, especially in his arms. He wouldn’t let anything hurt you anymore.

He awoke to movement in your room the next morning. Pietro leaned against his elbow, bodyweight shifting the mattress as he watched you hastily throw on his shirt. It was bigger on you - almost knee-length - and the color complimented your sunlight-kissed skin. He thought you looked beautiful, especially since you were unaware of his gaining consciousness.

When you finally noticed his staring, you chuckled nervously. “What? I know I look crazy, but I forgot I have to meet Tony for suit adjustments,” you explained.

Pietro only smiled, his eyes gleaming in admiration.

“What?” You wondered, taking a step toward him. The hem of Pietro’s shirt was caught in your shorts.

“That shirt...” Pietro managed out.

You glanced down at it, tugging the cloth and looking up at Pietro again. “I’m sorry. It’s the first thing I saw,” you began.

“No, like,” Pietro interrupted, “It’s just... I can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes,” he said. 

You sat beside him on the bed, eyebrows together in confusion. Suddenly you remembered last night was the first night he stayed in your room. You supposed you finally felt comfortable with each other enough to stay together all night. The guilt of not knowing Wanda’s approval had been so easily dismissed, but it felt nice to wake up to somebody you loved.

“Well of course,” you managed out. Pressing a kiss to Pietro’s lips, you stood and pulled socks on. Barely managing to balance on either foot, you hopped toward the door. “You’re my love, aren’t you?” The question left your mouth effortlessly, but you didn’t give Pietro time to reply.

He watched you leave him in your room, eager and waiting for your arrival.

“I am,” Pietro mumbled to himself. He was your love.

#pietro x reader #pietro maximoff imagines #pietro maximoff fluff #pietro maximoff #aaron taylor johnson

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Camp North Star - June 9th

AFAB!Reader x Im Nayeon

Word Count: 2466

Contents: fingering, oral (both reader receiving)

You played with the flower that you’d picked between your fingers as dusk fell. It was a little cooler this evening and most of the other coaches were relaxing in their cabins or hanging out in the rec rooms. A week and a half had passed and soon the rest of the counsellors would be arriving. On top of that, there were still a number of things to do with Wonwoo; trying out all the canoes, mapping out the canoe trip routes, practicing rescues and teaching safety to the counselors. Lots of things should have been on your mind.

And yet, the only thing that was really coming back to you as you sat on your beach towel, staring out over the water of the lake as the last few rays of sunlight left the sky was the idea of a hoe summer. Of all the things you needed to do that was taking up your mental energy. It felt like too far out to really be a rebound or trying to fill some hole that he left, even if you weren’t 100% emotionally healed. But having some fun probably wouldn’t hurt. It could definitely boost your confidence after so much questioning yourself when he left.

There was still the matter of where or how to start. As much as everyone was joking about it you were pretty sure no one thought it was totally serious. If you asked would anyone actually say yes to messing around? What if you asked a bunch of people and they all said no? That might be a bit too big of a hit to your self esteem.

“Hey, there you are!”

You turned at the sound of Nayeon’s voice. She was strolling over the sand towards you, carrying her own big, fluffy beach towel. “I saw you out here earlier, I didn’t know if you would still be here.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said. “I’m just… thinking I guess.”

Nayeon laid out her towel and sat down next to you. “What’s on your mind?”

You turned to look back out over the water.

“Ah, it’s nothing serious.” You tore the last few petals from the flower.

“You sure about that?” She asked softly.

You thought for a moment. “I’m… thinking about what you said.”

“Oh? About the hoe summer?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, that.”

“You know you don’t have to do anything like that, right? It was j-”

“No I-” You stopped as a grin tugged at her lips. “Don’t give me that look.”

She leaned in closer,” You do wanna do it.”

“I just think it might be fun, that’s all,” you muttered.

“Aww my cute little slut,” she squealed, pinching your cheek.

“You can’t call me that and act like it’s cute!” You cried, trying to bat her hand away. Nayeon giggled and cooed at you, grabbing at your cheeks as you started to laugh, trying to squirm out of her grasp before falling back onto the towel. She caught herself, a hand on either side of you before crashing down on top of you as your giggles started to subside.

A smile tugged at Nayeon’s lips again as she gazed down at you, not showing any sign of sitting up. “Did you figure out how you’re going to kick it off?”

“I- I wasn’t sure if anyone was taking the idea seriously,” you said, trying to read her expression.

“I think a few of them are. And you have time to get into that too,” she hummed. “You really just need to figure out where to start.” Her smile was curling into a smirk as you brain caught up to her proposition. You turned the idea over in your mind, liking it more and more by the second, not that she hadn’t already planted the seed.

“It was your idea,” You hummed, gaze shifting to her lips.

“It was my idea,” she leaned a little closer.

“Not that you get to call dibs.”

“Of course not,” her voice dropped to a quiet murmur as her lips came closer before she shifted. Her lips landed on your jaw instead and she started to kiss slowly along your neck. You let out a quiet sigh as your eyes fluttered shut and you enjoyed the feeling, your fingers threading into her hair. “But my offer stands.”

“I think I’ll take it,” your voice came out with a slight whine as she sucked at a sensitive spot on the base of your neck.

After a few moments her lips pulled away from your neck and she moved her face over yours, meeting your gaze as you opened your eyes. “I thought you might,” she hummed before her lips met yours. 

Her kisses were slow and deep, tongue pressing into your mouth easily. One on her hands started to slip down your side, tracing the line of your body. Your hand in her hair kept her close against you as she kissed you. Slowly she shifted her body over you, her legs finding a place between yours.

“Can I play with you right here?” She purred against your lips as her fingertips drew along the waist of your shorts. “There’s no one else outside.”

You threw a glance up towards the camp buildings. An inky blackness had settled around you once the sun had slipped past the horizon. Only a sliver of moon in the sky above, in some moments blocked out by clouds, gave any light to the beach where the two of you were laying. Your eyes met hers again in the dark and you gave her a smile mixed with excitement and nerves that she returned sweetly before leaning in for another kiss.

Her hand slipped past the waist of your shorts, moving slowly. She trailed her fingers over your panties first, feeling the way you pressed your hips up to her touch. You let out little sighs against her lips at the light sensation, pulling her ever so slightly closer by her hair and letting your legs fall just a bit further open.

Her fingertips played with the edge of your panties before slipping into them and your breath hitched. Nayeon pulled back enough to gaze down at you as her fingers drew soothing circles into your skin.

“Are you alright?” She hummed.

“Of course,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re tense,” she said.

A nervous grin tugged at your lips as you tried to relax a little. “Ah, I haven’t done anything at all since… Well it’s just been a while.”

Nayeon leaned in until her lips were grazing over yours. “Then let me handle everything tonight.”

Her lips met yours in another kiss. She kept the movements of her fingers slow, letting you get used to the feeling of someone else touching you again. Little by little you let yourself relax, feeling her fingers slip lower and lower slowly. Your fingers curled more tightly into Nayeon’s hair, kissing her more deeply.

Your breath hitched as her fingers found your clit. She held them still for a moment, focusing on kissing you before moving them in slow circles. Light sighs left your lips, no louder than the sounds of bullfrogs and crickets around you, but Nayeon still seemed to hear.

You felt the smile tug at her lips as her fingers found a slow rhythm. Tendrils of pleasure started to curl through you, sparking from her slow ministrations on your sensitive bud. You pressed your hips up subtly into her hand, wanting more as you relaxed into her touch and gave yourself over to the pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” Her voice was already laced with surety.

“Of course,” you hummed.

Her lips fell away from yours, finding your neck instead. She started to leave messy kisses along your skin as her hand trailed lower. Your hips pressed into her hand, growing eager for more and she smiled against your skin as she pressed one finger inside you slowly.

A quiet moan fell from your lips as you let your eyes flutter open. Still heavily lidded but you could take in the stars twinkling above you in the inky sky. A cool breeze blew across your skin, finding its way under your back as you arched away from the towel. Nayeon’s fingers curled and thrust into you at a steady pace that quickly had the pleasure building in your core.

“You’re good at this,” you breathed quietly.

Her lips trailed closer to your ear. “You say that like it’s a surprise.” 

A laugh bubbled off your lips, morphing itself into a moan as she picked up her pace just a bit. 

“It shouldn’t be,” you moaned. “But fuck, this feels good.”

“I’m setting the standard high.” She hummed, slowly pressing a second finger into your core and drawing a moan from your lips. “I have to feel bad for whoever comes next.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, enjoying yourself far too much to think about who the next would even be. The pleasure was building steadily inside you as she moved her fingers faster, but easily finding just the spot that made you clench around her fingers and had your back arching subtly off the towel.

Her lips left kisses and light love bites on the sensitive parts of your neck and along your collarbone. Not enough pressure to mark but enough to draw quiet moans from your lips. You let her hand slip down her shoulder, scratching slightly at her skin as your gaze drifted between her and the twinkling sky above.

“Whoever’s next, you should give them some pointers,” you breathed, neediness evident in your voice as your body crept closer to it’s edge. Your hips were following the movement of her fingers, trying to draw more sensation from them as she teased the skin on your collarbone with her lips.

“Maybe,” she hummed. “But why don’t I set the bar even higher?”

You met her gaze, your own hazy as you processed what she was saying. The loss of her fingers inside you interrupted that thought and a whine came from your lips as she pulled her hand from your panties. You opened your mouth to protest but she shoved her wet fingers inside before you could.

“Good,” she hummed, a smirk pulled at her lips as you ran your tongue over her fingers. “Get them nice and clean. I have a different idea for how to finish this.”

You quirked an eyebrow at her as you sucked at her fingers. “It’s dark out here,” she said. “And everyone is inside. So why don’t we get just a little more risque?”

“What are you thinking?” you asked as she pulled her fingers from your mouth. She didn’t give you an immediate answer, instead her lips came to your neck, kissing as low as your shirt would allow before she shifted down the towel and curled her fingers into the waist of your shorts. 

“Oh!” you exclaimed before slapping a hand over your mouth and searching behind you, looking through the darkness to the camp buildings. Even Nayeon’s fingers froze in place, both of you watching. But when no movement happened and no one came towards the beach you both relaxed. 

Her fingers tugged at your shorts and after another quick glance at the camp you refocused your attention on her, lifting your hips and allowing her to pull off your shorts and panties. She discarded them on the towel before sliding her hands up your legs to your thighs and gently pressing them open.

“Now just sit back and enjoy,” she purred, settling between your legs. “And comes to terms with the fact that no one else is going to make you feel quite as good all summer.”

“I’ll try an-” your response fell off into a moan as she ran her tongue over your clit. Your hand slid into her hair again as she moved her tongue, trying different motions over your clit and watching each of your reactions.

Her skilled movements built the tension in your core much faster than her fingers could, the feeling heavenly. Your gaze drifted down to meet hers and you caught the smirk, evident in her gaze alone. Her fingertips curled into your thighs as she started to repeat the movements that drew the strongest reaction from you.

“Oh fuck,” your voice had climbed higher and far more breathy as the coil in your core curled tighter and tighter from the ministrations of her tongue. You bit down hard on your lower lip to keep your moans from growing too loud but the more you succumbed to pleasure the less you cared.

Nayeon pressed in closer, scratching her nails down your outer thighs lightly and adding to the sensation. Your back arched off the towel again as your hips ground against her face as much as she would allow. 

The moans falling off your lips were growing a bit louder with each passing moment but the pleasure wound tightly inside of you was the only thing on your mind as you curled your fingers tightly into Nayeon’s hair while she wrapped her lips around your clit, moaning against you while sucking it roughly.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Do that again. Fuck that feels good.”

Nayeon hummed, her tongue lapping over your clit in quick movements, pressing closer between your legs as they started to press in around her head. Your eyes drifted up to the stars above, a cool breeze tickling the hot skin of your face as you moaned.

Her lips wrapped around your clit again and she sucked harshly. Your eyes rolled back, blackness taking the place of the stars as you came, back arching off the ground and holding Nayeon’s head between your thighs. The sensation crashed over you in a wave that stole your breath and left you panting as the rush of pleasure washed through your body, leaving you trembling in its wake.

Nayeon pulled away from your core as you caught your breath, only for you to grab at her and pull her in for a kiss. She accepted, grinning against your lips but sounds of laughter in the distance interrupted you.

You both looked over at the rec hall, lights shutting off as a group of coaches left the building.

“It’s getting late,” Nayeon hummed, sitting up. She handed you your panties and shorts and you took them, frowning at her.

“Wait, but I didn’t- you-”

“I guess,” she hummed, grabbing her towel and getting to her feet. You scrambled after her. “You owe me one.” She threw you a smirk you could just make out in the dark. “You can return the favour later.”

A smile cracked across your face. “I’m looking forward to it.”

#camp north star au #cns au #twice imagines #twice smut #nayeon imagines #nayeon smut #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon smut #let the hoe summer begin hehe

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love me, love me not | bang chan 

genre: angst, humor, fluff, college!au, female!reader

warnings: slight swearing, not edited ahhh

prompt: argument leading kissing

description: when chan rejected you, you never expected that it would become the catalyst for your love story, rather than the end of it. but, life and a few welcome matchmakers have a way of playing with fate.

word count: ~6.5k+

a/n: hi, anon! im so so sorry for the wait. i totally had a writer’s block while writing this, and im super sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted...i tweaked the prompt ever so slightly, but i hope you still like it! >.< it’s also wayyy longer than i’d predicted haha oops. as always, my ask box is open if anyone wants to be friends! love you all! <3

It took a total of three days and five hours for Chan to realize he might've fucked up. 

When the thought first appeared in his head, he dismissed it out of indignation. How could it have been his fault?! He didn't know you were going to confess. He didn't know he was hurting you by jumping around from girl to girl. 

"You... you're what?" Chan stuttered, his pace faltering to a stop as he tried to process your words. 

"I'm in love with you," you repeated, stopping in your tracks as you turned to face him, your hands gripping the straps of your backpack tightly. 

"I have been for years," you said plainly, looking into his eyes with a simple gaze. 

Chan stammered, and for the first time, his mouth worked before his brain and he blurted out the stupidest response he could've conjured up, "I already have a date tonight." 

You flinched as if he’d slapped you hard across the face, showing visible hurt at his careless words. You were always the collected one, always the person that could flash a smile even in the most uncomfortable circumstances. It felt weird, uncomfortable even to see you waver. 

When you replied to him, you had already recovered, your face passive and your voice steady, "I know. I helped you set it up, dipshit," you said with a dry smile. 

"Then, why would you say this now?" Chan felt churlishly ungrateful. How dare you tell him now? Right when he finally scored that girl he'd been secretly pining after for days. It had taken so much effort, and you'd know because it was only through your shared internship with her that this date even became possible. 

Oh, he was being so callous, so insensitive. And yet, you showed nothing more than a flash of hurt in your eyes, a sign he had clearly missed while he was too busy worrying about himself. 

“Because you asked me if I liked anyone, and I didn’t have any reason to lie to you,” you shrugged indifferently before checking your watch, “Oh, you’re going to be late. I’ll walk the rest of the way by myself.”

And without waiting for another response from him, you turned on your heels and walked down your street without the one companion you’ve had all your life. It was lonelier than you thought it would be.

Ever since that day, Chan’s relationship with you had irrevocably changed. He still saw you every day, still walked you to your classes and spent his lunch period with you at the nearby cafe, but a large chasm had opened in your relationship, a divide of unspeakable topics after you’d so bluntly confessed to him and unknowingly sent him into an existential crisis. 

“How was the date?”

Speaking of the devil, Chan choked on his chocolate milkshake as you interrupted his thoughts, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" he wheezed, hitting his chest to catch his breath. 

You gave him a strange look, clearly sensing his discomfort, but making no moves to resolve the situation as you looked back down at your notes. 

“I asked how the date was,” you repeated, scribbling as you jotted down some of the main points from your textbook, “Didn’t you have one? Two days ago?”

“O-oh, right,” Chan nodded, clearing his throat deliberately, “Yeah, it was good, I guess.”

Truthfully, Chan did not remember the date very well. What was her name? Miyeon? Mina? Fuck, was he suffering from early memory loss already? She was quite pretty; he remembered how she looked very vaguely, dressed in a prim and proper manner and carrying herself with grace. 

And yet, the one thing that Chan clearly did remember was that he felt nothing. 

There was no spark. No instant realization that the girl before him was the one. No dramatic eye contact or k-drama OST to make up for awkward silences. 

All in all, it seemed like it was another fail.

You sensed his dejected mood as always, and nudged his still hand on the table, “Hey, it’s alright. Not all dates are supposed to go well. You’re bound to have a few misses.” 

“That’s the thing! It hasn’t been just a few misses! It’s been all misses!” Chan bemoaned as he let his head slump onto the table, and he couldn’t ignore the wry smile that crossed your face.

“You just haven’t found the right person yet, and that’s okay,” you chuckled, petting his soft hair. Chan let out an appreciative hum, his eyes automatically closing at the soothing sensation. Your hands felt nice, your pets were always comforting. It would be even better if you’d run your hands through his hair while he--

Wait, what?

Chan shook his head quickly, messing up his soft hair and causing you to pull away, much to his disappointment. What was that? His brain was traveling a mile a minute and the image that flashed in his head--his head on your lap, peaceful and domestic as you pressed kisses to his face while you carded your fingers through his hair--

“Oh, by the way. I’m going on a date tomorrow.”

It was like his dream shattered before his very eyes as you glanced at your nails, the scratching off another fleck of your black nail polish. Chan was genuinely caught off guard by the weird, sickly emotion in his gut as the words you uttered finally processed through his thick brain.

“W-what?” Chan failed to hide the surprise, but he somehow managed to hide the faint sense of disappointment. He shouldn't feel that, right? Friends should always support one another! Friends should always want them to be happy and find someone, right?

He didn't exactly feel those two things at the moment, and the guilt only added to the sickly feeling. 

"Who?" Chan asked, trying not to sound bitter. 

If you heard the unusual emotion in his voice--which you probably did--you didn't comment on it, "It's the school dance captain, Minho? He asked me out yesterday." 

An image of the unfairly handsome, sharp-eyed, dashing dance captain, Lee Minho, appeared in Chan's head. He was the perfect man, of course. Literally Adonis of the modern age. Chan didn’t even know that you and him were friends, much less close enough to schedule dates.

“How do you know him? You’re not exactly the cream of the crop when it comes to dance, or anything physical for that matter--ow!”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled your hand back, watching as he rubbed his forehead dramatically, “We have computer science together, asshole. And he’s a good friend of Jisung.”

“Everyone’s a good friend of Jisung’s,” Chan muttered under his breath, still reeling from your harsh attack, “Why does it have to be Minho?”

He hadn’t planned on you catching his latter question, but seeing the raise of your eyebrow and the immediate change in expression to something slightly more guarded, you asked, “Oh? And what’s wrong with Minho?”

Chan stiffened at the defensive question, feeling his blood grow hot. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with Minho. He was surprisingly warm-hearted, smart, funny, and a phenomenal dancer. There was nothing wrong with him, and yet, Chan felt a red hot jealousy and anger bubble out of his lips as he blurted out:

“I just don’t want you going with him.”

Oh, that came out wrong. That came out so very wrong.

“And who are you to tell me what to do, Christopher Bang?” your voice was cold and closed off, using his full name as you only did when you were furious. 

Chan flinched at your tone, feeling more hurt than he thought he would. But, at the same time, he bristled in frustration. You didn’t understand what he was feeling. (He didn’t understand it either.)

“He’s not good for you, Y/N,” he lied, avoiding your piercing gaze as you scoffed.

“Oh?” you sounded rightfully furious, absolutely fed up with the constant back and forth and utter indecisiveness that was Bang Christopher Chan, “And who exactly do you think is good for me? You?”

It was scathing, meant to hurt, and hurt it did. Chan recoiled at your burning words, “That’s not what I meant!” He snapped defensively, his temper rising unusually as your argument began to draw the attention of other customers in the cafe.

Your hands shook as you clenched them into little fists, “Then what did you mean, huh?” You asked softly, eyes lowered to the table.

Chan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out as he struggled to dictate exactly what he was feeling. What even was this? This burning pain in his heart at the thought of you with another, this fear in his mind that he will no longer be your first priority? 

You took his silence as acceptance, and you scoffed, trying to ignore the prickly feeling behind your eyes, “I see,” you spoke with an air of finality, and before Chan could speak, you pushed out of your seat, beginning to walk away.

“W-wait!” Chan’s motion was frantic and unthought of as he grabbed the edge of your soft cardigan.

“Channie, it’s fine,” you said simply as you refused to face him, and he was unable to see your expression. Your voice gave nothing away, perfectly neutral and closed off.

“This isn’t goodbye or anything, dipshit,” you continued, standing still as you spoke, “I just have something I have to do. Text me when you need me.”

With that, you yanked your arm away, and the fabric of your sweater slipped through his fingers. Chan was frozen in his position, half ready to stand up and half still sitting. It wasn’t a goodbye, he told himself. You said it yourself. It wasn’t a goodbye.

But why did it feel so much like one?

.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Chan looked away from the window, his eyes wide and startled as the woman in front of him gave him a merciful smile as she rested her head on her hand, watching him inquisitively.

“So you are,” she confirmed, absently twirling the pasta around her fork as she continued to study him. 

Chan felt his face flush with shame and guilt. It had been almost a whole day since your fight with him, and--unable to study because of it--he decided to drown his sorrow the only way he knew how: by setting up another date. He called the girl he went out with two days ago, Mina, and to his utmost surprise, she agreed to a second date.

But now, Chan was sure that the chance of a third was completely out the window, especially since he was spending much of this date daydreaming.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he stuttered out an apology, and truthfully, he was ashamed that his mind wouldn’t stay in one place no matter how much he willed it to, “I’ve just been really busy with work, a-and it’s been weighing down on me.”

Mina smiled at that, a gentle, knowing smile that send to pierce through all of Chan’s clumsy excuses, “I see. So it wasn’t about anyone in particular?”

Chan felt his heart jump in panic. This was probably one of the most mortifying moments in his life, “I don’t believe so?” He said in a questioning tone as he stabbed at his ravioli, playing with it more than he was actually eating.

Even as he lied, his thoughts travelled to another date that was supposed to be happening right as this time. He’d heard through the grapevines that you were going to a cute dinner date with Minho on the other side of town. The two of you haven’t spoken at all since the fallout, which was very uncommon. Not a single text, call, or meeting was exchanged. 

Chan wanted to tear his hair out from the frustration. How was it? Were you having fun on your date? Was Minho treating you well? Of course, he would; that was a stupid question. Minho was always known to treat his dates well, even if they didn’t turn into anything long term. He was just kind like that, and--at this moment--he was definitely doing a much better job making you happy than Chan was.

“Hm,” the girl mused carefully, twirling her fork a couple more times before asking innocently, “Are you sure you’re not thinking about your friend, Y/N?”

Jackpot. Chan’s eyes grew comically wide as he choked in his fancy ravioli dish, his face turning red as he quickly tried to drown his throat with water so he didn’t die from asphyxiation, “Y/N?” he stammered, and the image of you from the last time you spoke with him--your face of hurt and betrayal as he snapped at you for no reason at all--flashed in his brain, making him feel yet another coil of burning hot guilt.

Mina nodded serenely, eating as she watched you carefully, “So, I was right?” She asked knowingly, and Chan wondered how long it’s been she’d figured it out.

Nevertheless, he winced and dipped his head respectfully, “I am very sorry,” he said solemnly, and he truly was sorry, “I just...we had a falling out yesterday, and I’m just worried that I might’ve accidentally lost a friend.”

“Oh? Was it that bad of a falling out?” Mina asked, and Chan was almost dumbfounded by how casual his date was at the notion of him thinking about another person during their dinner.

But at the same time, he’d been aching for someone to confide in, aching to sort out the jumbled mess inside his heart, “It was bad,” he admitted, “She was trying to tell me that she got a date, and instead of being happy for her, I sort of blew up in her face.”

“Oh. So it’s bad.” 

The blatant honesty was enough to make Chan put his head in his hands, “Yeah, it was bad. Looking back, I’m surprised she didn’t get even more angry at me.”

Mina let out a soft chuckle at his self deprecating words, which made Chan felt just slightly better, “Why did you get so angry?”

Chan blinked, looking up at the question, “H-huh?” If anything, he’d expected Mina to get angry, not for her to start questioning him like a lawyer.

“I mean,” Mina continued, shrugging as she sipped at her champagne, “is Minho a bad person?”

“Not at all. He’s a great guy,” Chan said, almost immediately getting defensive. Minho was a great guy, and he deserved someone wonderful by his side. Someone like you.

“Do you think he and Y/N won’t get along?” 

“No!” Chan huffed, growing frustrated by the interrogation but also understanding that he was the one at fault here for ruining a perfectly nice date.

“Then why did you get angry?”

Chan opened his mouth to speak, but as obvious as the reason seemed to be just then, he couldn’t actually pinpoint a direct reason. Why was he so angry? Why was he angry at the prospect of you being happy? Was it because he was just a bad person? 

Or, was it because you were going to be happy with someone other than him?

Mina smiled slyly as she watched the poor, unknowingly besotted boy come to one of the most important revelations of his college life, “Well?” She asked, tilting her head expectantly.

Chan swallowed, and his palms felt unnaturally sweaty, as if he were about to perform with his friends on stage. The very thought of it scared him a little, not because it was so undesirable of an outcome, but because of the growing guilt that he didn’t realize it before, and the prospect of fulling understanding how much pain his obliviousness might have caused you.

“I was angry because I wanted it to be me,” he whispered, softly enough that he hoped Mina wouldn’t hear it, but from her smile, she definitely did. 

“You wanted to be Minho?” she clarified, almost relishing in the way she was forcing Chan to cough up the buried feelings hidden so deep inside his heart that even he himself wasn’t aware of them.

Chan nodded, feeling as if the ground had been pulled out from under him again, but this time, it was a light, airy feeling rather than a terrifying plummet.

There was a moment of silence before Mina suddenly began to giggle, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Chan looked up, flustered by her actions as he felt his face burn. He was still a little nervous that he’d insulted her by basically confessing to be in love with another person on their date. 

“Oh, you’re actually adorable,” Mina smiled, wiping at the corners of her eyes before she took a deep breath, “Do you know, the first time we went on a date, a couple days ago, I actually thought you were cheating on Y/N.”

“W-what?” Chan sputtered, his cheeks growing bright red at the very thought, “Why?”

“Well, I’ve seen the two of you around, and your relationship is almost a known secret around campus,” Mina explained, “Especially once when I saw the two of you at a cafe studying together, and the way you were looking at her...it made even my heart flutter just watching you stare at her. I doubt you were even listening to what she was saying.”

Chan thought back to your study sessions, thought back to every time he’d have you explain a difficult equation or problem. Bizarrely, he didn’t remember a single concept at all, but he did remember everything about you as you were speaking. The way a single strand of hair traced your face and you always had to brush it behind your ear. The way you’d pout if the question stumped you, too. The way you’d sometimes get lost in your own explanation and start talking about a topic so high level that Chan had been lost for minutes already, but he couldn’t bear to stop you because you looked so adorable. 

Oh, shit.

“Then,” Chan swallowed nervously, “you agreed to go on that date with me because you thought I was cheating on her?”

“Well, first off, she helped put us together, which diminished the possibility of that being true,” Mina shrugged, continuing to eat, “Also, if it was true, then I’d be able to catch you right in the act and tell her directly.”

Chan felt a little ashamed and unfairly blamed. Of course he wouldn’t cheat on you! He’d never cheat on anyone, much less you of all people. The very notion of hurting you in such a way was practically unbearable. 

“But, as we talked that night,” the girl continued nonchalantly, “it became clear to me that the two of you weren’t together, but you also were totally oblivious to how in love with her you are.” 

The back of Chan’s throat was completely dry at this point, despite the copious amount of water he’d been chugging throughout this date, “I-I’m not in love with her,” he stammered defensively, “We’ve been best friends for years!”

Mina leveled him an unamused glare, “Oh? You’re not in love with her, but you feel pain at the notion of her being with someone else. You’re not in love with her, but you can only remember every good thing about her. You’re not in love with her, but you look at her as if she’s your whole sun, moon and earth combined.”

Chan felt cornered, his eyes wide at the revelation as he choked out, “B-but if I love her, t-then all this time--haven’t I been hurting her over and over?” 

“How so?”

“S-she confessed earlier this week--b-but I didn’t know!” Chan said helplessly, beginning to panic. If this was all true--and slowly, his mind was beginning to process that it very well could be--then he’s caused you unimaginable pain for no good reason. Then he’d rejected you in the most brutal, uncaring way possible. 

Mina sighed, rubbing her eyes, “Oh, dear god. You’re actually an idiot. What are you doing here? Go apologize! Don’t turn up empty handed. And don’t expect anything from her. Just ask her sincerely for her forgiveness.”

Chan nodded, already scrambling out of his seat and fumbling as he placed a few big bills on the table, “I’m so so sorry about this,” the apologies spilled out as he bowed respectfully towards Mina, “If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you…”

“Just don’t be an idiot and try to date the entire student population when the one for you is right beside you,” she retorted dryly, smiling at him, “And good luck.”

Chan ran faster than he ever had before. He ran faster than when his high school class had made him the final runner in the school relay. He ran faster than when he was late to his first job offer in his second year of college. None of those things felt nearly as important as this: the notion of losing you for good.

He rushed to the flower shop that you always spared forlorn glances at, but never spent money on. Apologizing profusely for barging in right before closing time, he bought a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, a collection of roses, lilies, and orchids. 

Oh gosh, what if you weren’t home? What if you didn’t come home for the night, but rather stayed with Minho? The very thought caused his stomach to turn. 

By the time he made it to your house, his lungs were burning and gasping for air as he rushed to your door. His heart plummeted as he glanced through the window and saw that none of the lights were on, but nevertheless, he pressed your doorbell urgently.

Of course, there was the possibility of saying sorry tomorrow, or saying sorry the day after, but for Chan, they didn't seem like options at all. He had to tell you now, beg for your forgiveness now. If not, he had a feeling that everything between the two of you would be unsalvageable.

No, no, no! You weren't home. Chan peeked into the window again, but the inside was pitch black. You should've been done with your date by now. You should be home, but you weren't. Chan’s heart was racing with fear as he fumbled for his phone. What if calling you made it worse? Oh god, what should he even do?

He just couldn't lose you. Not as a friend, not as a soulmate. He didn't care if he lost his chance with you, he needed you by his side. He needed to see you, he had to fix things—

“Channie?”

Whirling around, his heart seemed to falter as he saw you standing on the street, looking at him with a confused expression. With the dim street light behind you, Chan swore at that moment, you looked like an angel. You were so pretty, dressed up for your date with your hair half up. He swallowed his pride, his guilt, his fear, and he walked towards you clutching the bouquet in his hands. 

.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” 

Your eyes widened a fraction as you glanced to the side, where Minho was currently walking with you around the pier. His jacket was draped over your frame, even though the night was only slightly breezy, and you relished its weight on your shoulders. 

Still, your expression dropped at his question, “I don’t want to talk about him today, Minho.”

“Why not?” He asked, looking around at the sun slowly setting behind the vast ocean as the sky was colored with vibrant reds, purples, and blues.

“Because we’re not exactly on good terms right now,” you muttered, looking down, “Also, isn’t this supposed to be our date? How are you so comfortable with the idea that I’m thinking about someone else?”

Minho laughed, turning to gaze at you fondly, “Well, I can’t exactly change the way you think, can I?” he smiled, ruffling your hair and making you complain with a loud whine, “So the best I can do is to help you get through it.”

You fought the smile tugging at the corner of your lips, and you gently squeezed Minho’s hand, feeling touched, “Thanks.”

“Whatever, dork,” Minho rolled his eyes, “So what happened? Did that idiot say something stupid again?”

“Sort of.”

“Y/N, you are being really unhelpful,” he frowned at your vague answers. 

“It was just confusing,” you finally confessed. You’d barely gotten a wink of sleep that night, Chan’s words, his outburst of anger, replaying in your head like a broken record. Why was he so angry? Hadn’t he told you flat out that he had absolutely no feelings for you, crushing your dim light of hope so completely that you’d secretly sobbed your eyes out after walking home?

“Well, if it was confusing for you, I’m sure Chan was just as confused with himself,” Minho chuckled dryly, “What did he say?”

“He...was visibly upset. About this,” you gestured to you and Minho in a helpless manner, almost begging for some sort of clarification. 

“Ah, this. You mean us two?” Minho asked, stopping at an empty bench along the pier and deciding to sit down. After all, the two of you had been walking for the latter half of the hour, trying to digest the delicious lunch he’d treated you to.

“Yeah, said something about not liking me being with you, or whatever bullshit he was spitting that day,” you muttered, feeling your blood grow hot just thinking about it. 

“Wait, he said that? Chan?” Minho fought the urge to laugh as he tried to make sure he was picturing the scenario correctly. His plan was going better than he’d expected, and Chan had fallen into it without even being slightly aware of it.

You nodded, kicking your feet back and forth as you rolled your eyes, “It was ridiculously uncalled for. You didn’t do anything that warranted that sort of reaction.”

“I can be a bit of a sleeze when I try to be,” Minho pointed out, chuckling when you lightly punched his arm, “So, he said I wasn’t good for you. What’s the big deal? He’s probably just being protective, right?”

“He’s always protective, this was different,” you shook your head. Chan was always the self-sacrificing, putting other people before himself type. He was inherently protective of you just by the virtue of being your friend, whether that meant walking you home every night or trying to make sure that you didn’t forget to eat meals. But that, the anger and almost fear that you felt from him, it felt too raw to just be his protective instinct. 

“How so?”

You hesitated before elaborating, “Well, it felt almost like...he was jealous, but that’s ridiculous.”

Minho had to contain the almost giddy laughter that threatened to bubble out from his chest. You two were so oblivious, he felt like a conniving witch trying to put the two of you together. And boy, was he enjoying it.

“Why would it be ridiculous?” he asked innocently.

You leveled a glance at him, immediately sensing something strange about his tone, but not quite being able to identify it, “Of course it’s ridiculous. He rejected me earlier this week.”

“Wait. What the fuck?” Minho snapped, sitting upright immediately, almost like a cat that heard something dangerous nearby, “He rejected you? Outright?”

“Is there something called a lowkey rejection?” You laughed bitterly, “Yes, he full on rejected me. I told him I loved him and he just said he had a date that night.”

Suddenly, this game was significantly less fun. Minho wanted to jab his own eyes out in frustration before going to jab Chan’s eyes out for being so fucking stupid. You confessed, you literally told him outright that you loved him, and he was still stupid enough not to realize his own feelings?! What was it going to take? A good ol’ bonk to the head?

“Okay, Y/N. I’m going to drive you home right now,” he said seriously, and you turned to him, almost alarmed by how urgent his tone sounded. 

“Um, why? Did something happen?” You asked, glancing at him in concern.

Minho shook his head, “Nothing, it’s just Chan being a fucking idiot and screwing everything up again.”

Your eyes narrowed, “What are you talking about?”

“Chan loves you,”  Minho said, plain and simple, sending your head spinning as you tried to process the three simple words.

In the end, all you could do was laugh, a harsh, bitter sound as you rolled your eyes, “Very funny, Minho. Unfortunately, it’s not a very well thought out prank. He already told me otherwise.”

“He doesn’t even know it, goddamnit!” Minho spit out and you jumped at his aggressiveness, “Look, Y/N. I know this sounds crazy, and I know why you’d probably think I’m just being mean. But it’s true. I know it is. Chan loves you.”

Feeling unfairly placed on the spot, you lashed out at him, a sneer across your face as you retorted, “Oh? How are you so sure, huh? If he loves me oh so much, why is he going on a date with another girl for the twentieth time?”

“Because he’s a fucking idiot, okay?!” Minho groaned, running a hand through his hair, “Y/N, he’s probably beside himself with guilt right now, and I bet you he’s finally come to the realization himself.”

You scoffed bitterly, “That’s a bit late, don’t you think?”

“It is,” Minho agreed, wanting nothing more than to smack Chan’s forehead for being such an idiot.  He glanced at you, his expression growing softer as he asked, “But you still love him, don’t you?”

“I shouldn’t, right?” Your voice was shaky as you laughed, feeling the green monster of envy and jealousy coil in your gut as you thought about all the times Chan had unknowingly broken your heart, and all you could do was cheer him on. 

“It’s stupid, idiotic, unreasonable,” you continued, kicking your heels against the pavement as you glared at the ground so hard that you were probably burning holes into the cement, “and a waste of my fucking time.”

“You can’t force yourself to feel differently,” Minho pointed out, lowering his temper along with you as he spoke softly, “None of us can. If we could, why would unrequited love or affairs happen?”

“When did you get so wise, Aristotle?” You scoffed, fighting a smile as you ruffled his hair.

Minho swatted away your hands, “I’m trying to be serious here. Look, I bet you Chan is at your front door right now with a bouquet of flowers, anxiously wanting to apologize to you. I would bet ten dollars on it.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your smile was almost predatorial, never shying away from a chance to make some fast cash, “Seriously?”

Minho’s smile faltered ever so slightly, and he hoped to whatever god who was listening that Chan was actually getting his fucking act together, “Hell yeah.”

You grinned, shaking his hand as you laughed, “You’re an idiot.”

“Whatever. Now let’s head back to the car so I can collect my ten dollars.”

Your dumb smile faded as you stepped out of the car in front of your driveway, eyes widening as you caught sight of a familiar figure standing on your porch. It couldn’t be. But yet, if your eyes weren’t playing yet another cruel joke on you, it was indeed your best friend, frantically knocking on the door with a bouquet of flowers in the other.

How could this be? How could he have done everything that Minho had predicted? Wasn’t he supposed to be on a date?

All the doubts, the questions, and the fears bubbled over as his name got caught in your throat, “Channie?”

.

 For a moment, Chan genuinely thought that you were merely a figment of his imagination. Why would you be here? Especially with Minho standing beside his car a little ways away and with his jacket draped over your shoulders. Why had you returned?

His eyes widened as you walked closer, and the glow of the lamp light shifted in accordance to your movements. You were real. You were looking at him, albeit with a hint of caution laced with concern, but you were here. 

“Channie, what are you doing out here?” You asked, and his heart began to pound with fear and guilt. You were worried about him. Even after everything he put you through, you still cared about his wellbeing. 

Your eyebrows furrowed at his lack of response, and you walked cautiously closer, “Chan? Chris? Are you okay--eek!”

Chan’s feet grew a mind of their own, and he rushed towards you in a fit of desperation, crashing into you as he wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders. It was a bit of an awkward position, since Chan was much bigger than you, but he managed to bury his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you as if it was his last chance.

If you weren’t concerned before, you certainly were now. Chan was never the clingy one. Yes, he liked cuddles and he never shied away from a good hug, but he was never like this, holding onto you for dear life.

“Chan, what’s happened? Gosh, you’re freezing. Why are you out here in the cold--” you froze as your ears perked up to what Chan was mumbling, repeating like a mantra.

He was apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry--” He whimpered, his fingers tightening around your coat as he hugged you tightly, “Please, forgive me. I was so stupid. I didn’t know.”

You sighed, and you felt the residual bitterness bleed out of your body. Of course you knew Chan wasn’t purposely being malicious, and if it ate him up with guilt so much that he waited by your door to apologize, then that was enough punishment for you to be more than satisfied.

“Channie, I need you to look at me, okay?” You instructed with a hint of sternness, trying to pull away in order to face him. Chan shook his head, but complied all the same, pulling away from the safety of your arms in order to look at you.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Minho rolling his eyes as he got back in his car, mouthing the words “don’t fuck it up again.” Chan grimaced in affirmation. He didn’t plan on it; not in a million years would he ever want to hurt you again.

You gave him a small smile as he finally met your gaze, “Good boy,” you praised, and Chan was unfamiliar with the tremor in his body that your words caused. When was the last time he’d gotten that from anyone? Oh right, it always came from you. Words of affirmation always came from you, and you always knew when he needed it.

The apologies clawed their way up his throat until he could no longer stay silent.

“I’m so sorry--a-about yesterday,” he sniffled, his shoulders trembling as he hiccuped, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to be overbearing. I-I just--I realized how stupidly jealous I was about the whole situation, a-and I didn’t want you to leave me…”

You sighed, reaching up to pet his hair gently, “It's okay, I forgive you,” you said simply, and you did forgive him. There wasn't any point in holding it over his head like you were better than him, “Everyone says stupid things they don't mean, and you had a bad date the night before.”

Chan stared at you, his eyes glossy with unshed tears as he unabashedly admired your beautiful face, your kind eyes, your perfectly kissable lips. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. You were clearly giving him a way out. “Stupid things they don’t mean,” was what you called it.

But he meant them. He was truly jealous. And it wasn’t the right emotion to feel, but they were real. He wanted you. He wanted you beside him. 

He shouldn’t be greedy. He shouldn’t bite off more than he deserved to have. It was a miracle in itself that you were willing to forgive him. But at the same time, Chan knew you were as lonely as he was. He wanted to try and fill that hole for you, damned the consequences.

And just like that, Chan made up his mind.

“W-what if I meant it?” He blurted out, studying your face for any micro expression you could give off that indicated you were uncomfortable.

Instead, you looked only puzzled, “Meant what?”

“I was jealous,” he confessed plainly, stepping just a hair closer, and to his astonishment, you didn’t back away. You allowed him into your personal space, slowly and cautiously.

“Why in the world would you be jealous?” You asked softly, ever so perceptive, “It’s not like you love me or anything.”

Chan winced at the reminder of his hurtful words, but he couldn’t avoid them. He could only make up for them by proving that he was an idiot, that he actually loves you so, so much, “I spent all my time trying to find my perfect other half,” he whispered, his words only meant for your ears.

“I was always looking, always feeling incomplete. But, maybe I was looking in the wrong place,” he said, slowly reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. He could practically count your eyelashes he was so close. 

“Maybe, the reason I could never find them was because they were beside me the entire time,” he finished cautiously, his thumb brushing against your soft cheek. You let out a soft, shaky breath, and for a moment, Chan feared that he’d ruined everything all over again.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” You said finally, but Chan felt like almost sobbing with relief as you leaned into his touch. Acceptance. Tentative, but true. 

Chan smiled, “That’s because you have all the braincells in this relationship, my dear,” he said solemnly, and his heart fluttered as you giggled. Ah fuck, he really was in love with you.

“I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you,” he said again, holding you close as his forehead rested against yours, “I’m not at all experienced with this...dating thing, but I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make everything up to you. I’ll make you happy. I promise.”

You chuckled softly, and let your eyes flutter shut, “We can both learn along the way,” you said before your lips were pressed gently against his, and Chan’s brain quite literally short circuited. the kiss was chaste, innocent, gentle, and it swept him away like the warmest ocean breeze. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you ever closer.

That’s right, both of you had all the time in the world to learn. And everything would be alright, as long as you did it together.

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Suna x reader: Final part (smut)

Here’s the final part to my Suna series! I wasn’t satisfied with my fluff version of the ending (which you can read here if you’re interested) so I decided to write a more smutty version. 

Warning: degradation, angry sex, light choking, mostly just a lot of degrading lol

I genuinely think this is the hottest fanart I’ve ever seen of him I can barely look at it without ✨butterflies✨. 

Art creds go to @minghuaa_art on twitter!

Despite Kita seeing you that day in the car, Suna still asked to keep whatever was between you a secret. That was fine with you--you didn’t particularly want a boyfriend, especially with the second semester of college work picking up. You still got to see him pretty often, hooking up in his car or your dorm at least three nights a week or more. Never the frat house; apparently his roommates were annoying. 

It was nice. Easy. Far easier than you ever expected friends with benefits to be. And beyond the sex, you loved talking to Suna; laying together on your tiny bed, legs tangled, while he explained the new music he was listening to, or walking together to the cafeteria as he made you laugh so hard that water came out of your nose. 

The good parts were enough to overlook the bad parts. At first. 

Suna was an abnormally horrific texter, barely ever responding within the day, if at all. If you ever wanted to get in contact with him, you’d have to call directly. And honestly even then he didn’t have the best track record. 

What was more frustrating was that it was always on his time. He would text you asking to hang out that night, and you would say yes, and then he wouldn’t respond until the following afternoon with some vague excuse about being busy. The first few times it happened, you got so mad that you didn’t respond to his calls, until he showed up at your dorm with panda express and forced you to watch Tokyo Ghoul with him. 

He had apologized...but it didn’t stop happening. It made you feel like you were some sort of side whore, who he called when he was bored and had nothing better to do. Like you were second best to everything else he had going on in his life. 

You had promised yourself from the beginning that you wouldn’t allow yourself to get close enough to get hurt, but it was hard. You really, really liked him. 

You liked the way he would stare at you while you talked, actually listening and curious as to what you had to say. You liked the way he hugged you after a few days of not seeing each other, burying his face in your hair like he couldn’t get close enough to you. You liked the way he laughed, both the usual, quiet chuckles and the rare snorting wheezes. You liked the way his mouth looked when he smoked, the way he moaned your name when he came, the way he could make you laugh at anything at any time. 

You didn’t want to get the “I told you so” talk from Kiyoko, so you avoided the topic all together: with her, and yourself. 

After one month of hanging out with Suna, you were planning on meeting up and going to see a movie. Both of you were more homebodies, preferring to stay in rather than party, but you had decided that you wanted to try and expand your horizons once again. The movies seemed like a happy compromise. 

The film was something Suna had been talking about for a while, an action thriller that honestly looked like shit but got good audience reviews because of all the flashy fight scenes. He had been so excited when it came out that you hadn’t been able to say no to going, especially not after he pried you with food. 

He was coming to get you at 6 pm, and your last class ended at 3pm, which gave you plenty of time to get ready. You stared at the face of your teacher on the screen within your zoom class, zoning out as he explained the flood system around the school. You glanced over as your phone buzzed, a message from Suna popping up on the screen. 

Suna

Wha u doying rit now?

You

What?

Suna

Sorr little drynk 

You

You’re drunk? 

Suna

im at psrty

You

Are we still seeing a movie tonight?

There was no response, and you felt your stomach drop. You didn’t even notice as your teacher ended class and logged you off the meeting. Suna was at a party at 3 in the afternoon, drunk, and didn’t seem to remember you had plans. You swallowed, shoving your phone aside as you ground your teeth. Why was he so frustrating? 

You stood up, angry at yourself for caring, furious at Suna for making you feel this way, for being such a piece of shit. You knew what party he was probably at--Kiyoko had said she was going at some point--and suddenly you were moving before you could think about it. 

You dressed nice, but casual enough that it wasn’t out of place at a frat party. Sexy enough to make him want you though, of course. 

You didn’t give yourself time for nerves as you strode from your dorm and headed in the direction of the frat house, following a steady stream of people already going in that direction. You knew it was Friday, but how the fuck were so many people already getting ready to party when it was literally 3:30????

It wasn’t overly crowded in the house when you entered, but enough where it was confusing as you wandered through the crowd. You snatched two drinks from the counter, downing them as fast as possible as you searched for Suna in the crowd. You’d need to be at least tipsy before having this confrontation. 

You found him in the living room, sprawled out on the couch next to who you recognized to be Akaashi, Kuroo, Kita, and Iwaizumi--all who you knew through Kiyoko. There were a few others you didn’t know, and they were all clearly drunk out of their minds. 

As you entered the room, Suna met your eyes for a brief moment, but then they moved on without a reaction. He didn’t care at all that you had come to find him, or that he had never responded to your text. 

The drink in your hand trembled, and you walked out of the room without looking back. 

Instead of talking to Suna, you decided to get wasted. An hour after first coming to the party, you were deep in a game of beer pong and you had a pleasant warmth in your gut, the world a little hazy. You felt braver, more angry, and suddenly all you wanted to do was track down that yellow eyed idiot and slap him. 

“Where’s Suna?” You slurred, turning to look at your partner at beer pong. You knew him vaguely as one of the frat boys, Suna’s friend Atsumu. 

Atsumu grinned, raising his eyebrows as he stared down at you. “Suna? Why?” 

You weren’t drunk enough to tell him of your “friendship” with Suna, so you just shrugged. 

“He’s over there,” Atsumu pointed towards the kitchen, and you felt all the blood drain from your face as you followed his gaze. Sitting in a chair, his back to you, was Suna...and on his lap was a beautiful blonde girl with her hands in his hair as she kissed him fiercely. 

You must have made some sort of sound, because Atsuma looked back at you. “You good?” 

You forced yourself to nod. “I’m...going to go get some fresh air.” 

“I’ll come,” he said, and you decided not to argue. 

Seeing Suna had sobered you up considerably, but your emotions were still a complete mess. All you could feel was a deep, unending hurt. 

As you headed down the hall, Atsumu grabbed your wrist and spun you around to face him. “So...you and Suna huh?” He said, a strange smile on his face. 

“What are you--?” 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to keep it a secret.” He took a step towards you, and you raised your eyebrows. 

“We aren’t together.” 

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind,” He gently took your chin, lifting your face. “If I did this?” 

“I--” 

“What the fuck.” 

All the breath wooshed out of you at the familiar voice, which was now laced with anger. Suna stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets as he watched you and Atsumu. He was smiling, but it was icy with rage and...jealousy?

“Suna,” Atsumu grinned, releasing your face but not stepping back. “What do you want?” 

Suna jerked his chin in your direction. “How about you get away from her, and then we’ll talk?”

“Dude,” Atsumu rolled his eyes. “She just told me she was single. I don’t get what the problem is.” 

Suna’s face tightened. “If you don’t get the fuck out of here in the next three seconds, I swear I will break your--”

“Chill, ok!” Atsumu stepped back from you, given you a frustrated look before heading away down the hall. 

When he was out of sight, Suna’s head slowly turned to face you, his eyes dark. “Single?” His voice was a low snarl. 

You swallowed, feeling your anger return full force. How dare he. “Yes!” You snapped, “Since you clearly don’t view this as any sort of relationship.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“So you can go off kissing other girls, but I can’t flirt with Atsumu?” 

“Looked like a bit more than flirting,” he said, teeth bared, before the other part of what you said caught up to him. “And how drunk are you? I wasn’t kissing shit!” 

“Are you seriously lying to my face right now? I saw you!” 

“I didn’t kiss anyone! Do you really think that little of me?”

You clenched your fists. “Atsumu said--” 

Suna was in your face in a second, towering over you as he backed you against the wall. “What did he say?” He growled. 

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him in silence. 

Suna gave a dark chuckle. “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” 

You barely had time to react before he gripped your chin, kissing you roughly and shoving his tongue in your mouth. You moaned, and the sound snapped whatever restraints Suna had. His hands ran down the back of your thighs, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you through the nearest door into a random bedroom. He kissed down your neck as he kicked the door shut, and you gasped as he tossed you on the bed. 

Your eyes slid down his chest and across his toned stomach as he pulled his shirt over his head, completely at a loss for what to do. You could feel the heat pulsing between your legs, making your heart race and your body tremble. But this was wrong. Right? 

You didn’t have anymore time to think about it as Suna gripped your ankles, dragging you to the end of the bed. 

“Why do you still have clothes on?” He snarled, yanking your leggings off and leaving them in a tangled mess on the floor. His eyes darkened as they swept over the pair of lacy underwear you had worn, sliding towards your center where you kept your thighs clenched tightly together. 

He didn’t say a word as he forced your legs apart, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, yanking down your underwear, and positioning one of your legs over his shoulder. You shuddered as his hot breath caressed you, and he ran lazy circles along the inside of your thighs with his long fingers. 

“Fuck…” He murmured under his breath before looking up at you. “Do you want me to--”

“Stop teasing me Suna,” you groaned, shifting your hips, and he laughed darkly. 

“Fine.”

You practically screamed at the first sweep of his tongue, managing to turn your face into a pillow to muffle your noises as he worked around your clit and used his fingers in your core. You bucked your hips up into his face, and his laughter vibrating through your body almost had you coming within the first minute. 

You let out a low cry of protest as he pulled away, raising his head to glare at you. His mouth was covered in your juices, his hair rumpled and eyes glassy. He leaned over you, yanking away the pillow you had been using to cover your mouth and throwing it across the room. 

“What are you--”

“I want to hear you begging for it,” he snapped, and you managed to roll your eyes before he shoved his fingers back into you. 

“You’re so--ah!” You shuddered. 

Over the course of a month of fucking each other, Suna had figured out exactly how to make you fall apart under his tongue and fingers, so it didn’t take long for him to work you into an early climax. Your legs shook, and you let out a series of moans as you came all over his mouth. 

He got to his feet after making sure he had licked you completely clean, gazing down at you with possessive smugness. 

“Why do you look so fucked out already? We’ve barely gotten started.” 

You didn’t even argue as you got onto your knees on the bed, hands sliding into his hair as you kissed him angrily, unsaid words erupting. He allowed you to shove him onto the bed, and you focused on unzipping his pants and throwing them aside, ditching your shirt and bra along with it. His boxers went next, and then you had his dick in your hands, stroking it while Suna groaned. 

“Here,” he panted, tossing you a condom, and you slid it over his cock just like he taught you. You positioned yourself over him, impatient, your knees on either side of his hips as you thrust yourself down on him in one go. You both moaned at the feeling of finally having him inside you. 

“F-fuck,” you gasped, slowly rolling your hips as you rested your hands lightly on Suna’s chest. You went slow, taking the time to feel how deep he reached inside you, the movement on your clit enough to send tingles up the rest of your body. 

Suna watched you ride him lazily, his yellow eyes half closed as he took in the way your naked body shifted to move on top of him. 

“Ha, you’re doing so good...god--you’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, and you glared down at him. 

“You make me so...mad…” You managed between pants of pleasure, and Suna raised his eyebrows. 

“You can still talk? I guess I’m not doing enough…” 

Before you could protest, he flipped you over so that you were lying on your back with him hovering over you, his dark hair falling around his face as he gripped your throat lightly. 

“You’re such a little cumslut aren’t you?” He murmured in your ear, and you arched slightly. “Don’t you ever try and fuck someone else again, got it? You’re only allowed to come around my cock.”

You moaned in agreement, and Suna rolled you over onto your stomach, dragging your hips up so your ass was high in the air. He gave you no warning as he thrust back in, practically fucking you into the mattress. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he used his fingers to reach around and rub your clit, his other hand running along your breast. You could  barely think through the pleasure, and the only coherent word you were managing to say was his name.

Suna leaned over you, yanking your head back to murmur in your ear. “You’re mine, got it?” His words were rough, and you clenched hard around his cock. You could feel your second orgasm approaching, and he could tell too by the way you shuddered around him. He paused in his motion, and you wiggled your hips in protest, trying to get him going again. 

“Why’d you stop?” You snapped, glancing over your shoulder when he didn’t continue. 

Suna grinned. “Beg for it, bitch.”

He moved slightly, letting you feel the friction, and you gasped in anger and pleasure. This bastard wanted to tease you, make you submit to him…

Despite knowing this, you broke almost immediately. “Please, Suna, please please, I need you so bad--”

Immediately, he picked up his pace once again, adding more pressure to your clit, and you jerked. “That’s a good girl.” 

“Ah, ah, Suna, fuck, I love-- you, ahhh…” You cried, feeling moisture spill down your thighs as your stomach erupted for the second time that night. 

For a moment he stilled, and you bit your lip in tired confusion. Did he want you to beg again? You weren’t sure you had another round in you. 

You looked over to see him with a shocked expression on his face, but it quickly melted into smugness again once he caught you staring at him. “Of course you love me while I’m fucking you like this,” he growled finally. “It’s because you’re such a slut for it, right?” 

Your mouth dropped open, but you didn’t have time to say anything as he started moving once again, making you yelp at the overstimulation. Had you said you loved him? Out loud? Oh my god…

“Have I fucked you stupid already?” he purred in your ear, pulling out of your dripping cunt before slamming back in and picking up his pace. You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips back to meet his as all thoughts flew from your head. 

“S-Suna I--” You could barely speak, it felt so good, despite the fact that you had already come. Twice. 

 He began to pant in your ear, groaning as his grip on your hips tightened.“F-fuck--” He grunted, arms sliding around your waist as he jerked and came. 

You both collapsed on the bed, sweaty and exhausted, and Suna easily pulled the condom from his dick before tying it and tossing it in the trash. After a long moment, you rolled to your feet to padded over to where your clothes lay--until you realized that your leggings had a massive rip in them. 

“Suna!” You cried, holding up the fabric. He raised his eyebrows, and had the decency to at least look vaguely guilty. 

“Sorry.” 

“What do I wear?!” 

“Here.” He threw the shirt he had been wearing earlier at you, and you gave him a glare.

He had already wiped himself down with the tissues on the counter, and had pulled on his sweatpants once again, leaving him shirtless. His eyes swept lazily down your still naked body, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, and you crossed your arms in annoyance. 

“Suna,” You snapped, but finally pulled his shirt over your head, not seeing another option. “I’m going to go get cleaned up,” you said, before heading out the door without waiting for a response. 

The bathroom was thankfully right down the hall, and thankfully empty. You didn’t feel very guilty about fucking Suna when you should have been communicating in a healthy way, but you definitely still felt mad. 

After you had wiped all the fluids from your inner thighs and core, you headed back to the room to grab the rest of your stuff. 

You found Suna on his phone lying on the bed, but he looked up as you came in. 

“Where are you going?” He said as you gathered your stuff, and you huffed. 

“Back to my dorm.” 

“Wait,” he lunged out of the bed and grabbed your arm. “Don’t go.” 

“Now you want to spend time with me?” 

“Just...stay. Please.” 

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “Fine.” 

His expression relaxed into a happy smile, and he dragged you onto the bed with him before flicking out the lights. You weren’t sure what time it was exactly, but you were sure it was far past two in the morning. Your eyelids drooped as Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. 

You were right on the edge of sleep when he murmured, “Did you mean it?” 

Immediately you were awake; you knew exactly what he meant. “U-um--” You hadn’t worked out any of the problems between you two, and you were sure he didn’t feel the same way. How were you supposed to admit to loving him like this?

“It’s fine,” he finally muttered. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” 

You swallowed. “Yes. I did mean it.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you felt Suna tense around you. 

“Really?”

You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to say it. “Yes... I love you.” 

You felt his sigh against your air, ticking the little hair on the back of your neck. His hand slid across your stomach while the other gently began to stroke your hair, and the movement had you relaxing despite the tears that had built up at his lack of response. 

You closed your eyes and set it aside; you would deal with it tomorrow. Now, it was time for sleep. 

“I love you too.” You heard, so soft that it was almost just a breath of air.  

It was probably just a dream.  

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