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letstripdotcom · 4 months

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shut up my moms calling- chris sturniolo x fem!reader

a/n i love naming my fics after songs bc then i listen to them on replay while i write.

summary- coming home from college means seeing the kid you’ve hated most your whole life. chris sturniolo. you’ve hated everything about his existence since the beginning of 6th grade when you transferred to somerville. the summer after your freshman year of college is when everything starts to change.

warnings- long(ish) smut ofc, mention of toxic relationship, choking, pet names (princess, baby, pretty girl) overstimulation {i think that’s all!}

6th grade

i just moved from oklahoma to a small town outside of boston called somerville. it was my first day of 6th grade and i was everything but excited to go. i had a good amount of friends in oklahoma, and absolutely none in massachusetts. if it were up to me i would have stayed, but i had no choice because my mom got offered better work down here.

i walked into the crowded classroom with my schedule in hand. “is this mrs sawyers class?” i ask quietly. “yes it is, and you must be y/n?” she looks up at me through her glasses. “y-yes” i utter nervously. “nice to meet you, have a seat wherever” I walk to a more empty side of the classroom and take a seat.

“newww girlll” i voice calls out in a mocking tone when i sit down. when i look up i lock eyes with a boy with short brown hair. hes sat with his 2 triplet brothers and another one of their friends. “yeah?” i say quietly. he starts immediately attacking me with questions

“where are you from? why are you here? what school did you go to last? did you have friends” i’m overwhelmed as questions pour out of his mouth. “chris you’re freaking her out” his brother says. “i’m nick.” he smiles at me. “that’s chris, obviously, and that’s matt”

“hey nice to meet you” the third one says. “oh and that’s nate.” nick says. i nod my head looking at the 4 boys. “i’m y/n” i say. “y/n?” chris says under his breath almost inaudible. “excuse me?” i say turning my head to look at him. “what nothing.” he tries to play it off

“who decided on the name y/n, your mom or your dad?” chris asks with a disgusted but confused look on his face. “it was my mom’s best friend’s name before she passed.” i explained. “tough” he muttered. the whole rest of the class period was filled with his snarky remarks and questions.

over time, as i got closer to matt and nick, the snarky remarks from chris turned into full on arguments. anything i would say would lead to chris having something else to say. i could tell him my head hurts and he would say something along the lines of “maybe if you wouldn’t think so hard about what to say and just shut the fuck up for once that wound be a problem.” i would just roll my eyes and go back to talking to nick

this behavior lasted all the way through senior year of high school. i stayed close with nick and matt, which means i was stuck with chris. we got in several heated arguments over the years and they all led to me leaving the triplets house at 2 in the morning because i couldn’t physically be around chris.

our last big fight was the weekend before i left for college. nick wanted to host a small party of about 15 friends for me since i wouldn’t be seeing him again til the summer. we were setting up the decorations and chris was being extra annoying.

“chris can you actually help out and stop acting like a fucking toddler.” i snapped at him while he stood under me watching me hang up a banner. “maybe if you weren’t nagging at me every 30 seconds.” he complained. “i wouldn’t be nagging if you wouldn’t stand in my way instead of actually contributing to anything in this world” i yelled, stepping off the ladder as i finished hanging the banner.

“you act like i wanna do this party. i don’t give a fuck about you.” he spat “i might not even show up tonight because you’ve been a bitch all day long!” my heart dropped and i felt a lump form in my throat. bitch? me and chris never got along but he never called me a bitch

he knew how much i hated it because of a past relationship i had. during junior year, i was in a super toxic relationship with a kid from our school. i was so naive i had thought he had actually liked me but it turns out i was wrong. we would constantly argue and he would gaslight me into forgiving him.

i stared at chris blankly as tears formed in my eyes. “y/n i-“ “fuck you chris.” i cut him off “and yeah i think it’s best you don’t show up tonight.” i ran upstairs to the bathroom and wiped away my tears. i checked in the mirror and adjusted myself before going back down.

present day

i hung up the phone with nick and got in my car. i was on my way home from college for the summer, and i finally got to see my best friend. he’s so excited that he rented out a cabin by the lake for a whole week to celebrate. i haven’t seen any of the triplets since i left, i haven’t seen chris since before the party. chris. my stomach dropped and my heart started pounding when the realization hit that i would be seeing chris.

i didn’t want to see him at all. nick said he changed a lot, and maybe he did, but you can never be too sure. and he did change a lot physically. chris was much more attractive then he was in highschool, not that he’s ever been unattractive, other than his personality.

about a few hours later i called nick to tell him i was close to the cabin. i pulled in and nick darted outside. “omgggg it’s been forever” i squealed as i got out of my car. “you have to see the place!” he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the back of the house. “there’s a hot tub, a massive pool and all of this space.” he gawked at the house. we went inside as he gave me a tour of the house. “this is your room!” he announced pointing inside.

i looked around and it was absolutely beautiful. “thank you so much nick this is amazing” i hugged him. “don’t thank me too much” he said “i had to put you in the room across the hall from chris, i hope you don’t mind because i’ll work something out”

“no that’s totally fine, i’ll just pretend he isn’t even here” i smiled. he smiled back “okay i’ll be downstairs getting everything ready bc we’re gonna have movie night tonight just like high school.” he said as he left my room.

after i got settled in, i took a shower. i picked out my pajamas which was just a big t shirt and shorts and i headed down stairs happily. “there she is!” matt exclaimed, giving me a hug. “matt i missed you so much!” i said hugging him back

after i pulled away, i made eye contact with chris, who was glaring at me and matt. i shot him a calm smile and looked away. wow chris got really hot. you thought to yourself. no, chris is awful. but i couldn’t help but notice his fluffy hair and his defined jawline.

i noticed his sun kissed face, which made his freckles stand out. god i could only imagine what he looked like with my leg- no. remember what chris said to you. i snapped myself out of my thoughts and sat by nick on the the couch. he handed me a blanket and i cuddled up next to him and focused my eyes on the screen

my focus only lasted for about 30 seconds before my mind was back on chris. why hasn’t he spoke to me? because he hates me. duh. i wonder what he’s thinking right now. why am i so worried about chris? “you okay?” nick asks from beside me. “yeah i’m fine” i say in a convincing reassuring tone.

after the movie ends, i say goodnight and i head up to my room. i get situated in my bed, and i try to fall asleep but i can’t. my mind is flooded with thoughts of chris, and the next thing i know my hand is down my pants. what has happened to me?

this is chris sturniolo, the kid who’s bullied me for 7 years. i never imagined i would be getting off to the thought of him at 2 in the morning. i need to go to bed, but i physically can’t.

i get up out of bed and dig through my bags. i grab my pink swim suit and put it on. a get a towel from my bathroom and quietly head down stairs. i go out the back door and get in the hot tub. i zone out and try to find peace of mind.

i sit there with my eyes closed until i hear someone else getting in the water. i open my eyes, only to see chris. great. this is exactly what i need right now. “look y/n” his voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “i’m really sorry for the way i’ve treated you, you didn’t deserve any of it. but, we’re older now so i wanna put the past in the past”

“i forgive you” i say flatly. “really?” he seems genuinely shocked. “can i kiss you?” i asked immediately regretting what i said. “what?” is all he says before i grab my towel and run inside.

i lay on my bed for a split second before i hear a knock. i know it’s chris, but i still go to the door and answer it. i look up at him with a guilty look on my face. before i speak he’s slamming his face into mine.

he kisses me very passionately like he’s been waiting is whole life. he pushes me into my room and shuts the door behind us. he turns me and pushes me against is as he kisses me harder. one of his hands come up and squeeze my neck slightly

i moan into his mouth causing him to squeeze harder. i moan again growing super wet between my legs. one of my hands come up to tug on his hair, while the other one makes its way up his shirt.

with one hand still around my neck, he guides me over to my bed and lays me down flat as he climbs on top of me. “can i?” he asks, toying with the strap of my top. “pls chris” i whine. he unties my top and yanks it off, his mouth immediately meeting my nipple, his available hand massaging my other breast.

i throw my head back and moan as he does whatever he wants. next thing i know, his hand is coming off my throat, and down my body. he stops abt my bottoms before looking at me for confirmation. i nod desperately. his cold hands slip into my bottoms as his fingers meet my clit.

i’m a moaning mess at this point, begging for whatever contact i can get. “god you’re fucking soaked.” he says, his voice raspy and quiet. “fuck chris please touch me.” i beg “whatever you want princess” he says before putting his ring and middle finger inside of me. he quickly pumps in and out for a few seconds before i cut him of. “chris wait” i say

“are you okay did i do something wrong?” he questions. “no but i have an idea.” i tell him. i then instruct him to lay on his back and put his head on the pillow. i watch as he does what i say. once he’s situated i ask him “can i sit on your face?”

i laughed a little inside about how innocent it sounded. “of course princess” he says. i make my way closer to him as i put my legs on either side of his head. i slightly lower myself down, enough to make contact.

my legs shake as i try to hold myself up while he eats me. he lifts me up a little and says “don’t be shy baby, suffocate me.” he grips my waist harder as he pulls me down all the way onto his face. my back arches at the contact.

chris eats me like i was his last meal, i grip the headboard, and struggle to stay quiet while his nose rubs my clit. “chris i’m g-gonna cum” i whine. one of his hands come off my waist and grabs my ass, massaging it. my legs squeeze his head. and i moan uncontrollably as i release all over his face.

after i come down from my high, i get off and straddle his waist. i lean down and kiss him, tasting myself. i grind on his hard on while we kiss, making him grunt. i reach my hand down and palm his boxers as his body twitches.

i go for the band of his swim shorts and slowly pull them down, exposing his hard dick. i look him in the eyes, to get his consent “y/n please” is all i need to hear before i slowly stroke him. he moans and tosses his head back

after a few more strokes, i sit up and line myself up with him. i slowly lower myself onto him, wincing at his size as i feel him in me. once i’m fully sat, i sit still for a minute to adjust. once i’m ready i start bouncing up and down. he puts one hand on my waist to guide me, as the other one makes it way to mu sensitive clit.

“ughh chris don’t stop” i whine as i ride him. my words make him rub my clit even faster than before. my eyes are now practically stuck in the back of my head as i moan out for him. when i’m about to finish, i clench around him, making his mouth fall open. i come all over him, as he helps me through my high

“good job princess.” he grunts i keep riding him until i feel him twitch. “you feel so good pretty girl. i’m almost there.” i clench again, becoming slightly overstimulated. just then he releases, inside of me. after he comes down i slide off and plop on my bed.

“you okay princess?” he asks with concern “overstimulated” is all i can bring myself to mutter. chris picks me up and lays me in a more comfortable spot on the bed. he then heads to my bathroom and comes back with a towel. he helps clean me off before he finds the shorts and shirt i had on earlier.

he helps me put them on, then he puts his shorts on and goes to his room. i feel sad in that moment. how could he to all of that just to leave? just then he enters my room with pajama pants on. “don’t worry i’m not going anywhere.” he whispers as he crawls into bed with me.

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a/n: kinda love this what do u think?

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo

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silversodas · 4 months

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Interesting Alastor Insights

I think I may have figured out what was up Alastor’s ass in Dead Beat Dad. On one hand it may be a deeper issue that I am missing some context for, but I actually think it’s a little simpler then we think.

Even before Lucifer arrived, Alastor was clearly not happy about him coming over, and yes Alastor was 100% full of shit in the dad off song, BUT! Something note worthy is that he was not only being possessive of the Hotel (claiming to be its host and even greeting Lucifer as the master of the house does) but is also weirdly possessive of Charlie

And right down to the “fuck you” to Lucifer’s face it was projecting “get your feet off of my damn coffee table and get outta my house” energy. At first I was wondering what crawled up Alastor’s ass and died, and then Hell’s greatest Dad starts playing and..

“Who’s been faithful as a Nun? Who’s been here since day one?”

And it dawned on me and I was like “Alastor, why are you acting like your being replaced?” And Charlie is just as confused at Alastor’s behavior, like this came out of nowhere. Apparently Alastor was determined to show Lucifer who the Genie of this bottle is. But I didn’t believe it at first, I was like “nah it has to be something else” but then Mimzy gave some VARY interesting insight

When Mimzy first arrived, Alastor has a look that says (oh this is all I need right now) but he still seems happy to see her

Like holy shit, he happily reciprocates the hug, but that’s not to surprising if you know who Mimzy is if you have been fallowing Viv for a while

When she mentioned that he frequented the club (speakeasy)that she preformed in I was like “oh! They are drinking buddies!” Drinking Buddies are someone you generally only know the fun side of because you only hang out together at the bar, but Mimzy highlights a different side to their relationship

“Put on some Jazz, and pour a few fingers of Rye, and he becomes a kitten”

This gives me insight that while they were alive, she wasn’t just his drinking buddy and dance partner, she was his comfort zone. The way she phrased this sentence, made it sound like this was something she used to do for Alastor when they were alive, maybe she was a soothing presence as well as an entertaining one in Alastor’s life. But bar friends can sometimes be pretty high maintenance friends outside the bar, actually I think a lot of us have had something close to a friend like Mimzy in our lives. Apparently she is so bad that even Husk is concerned enough about Alastor to try and talk to him about her

“You and I both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs something. That bitch is trouble, and who knows what demon she fucked with to come running to you this time”

Alastor’s response threw me for a loop

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, don’t worry Husker, who would cross me?”

So Alastor is not immune to having toxic friends? I always assumed he would just drop anyone who became to much trouble, this is an interesting surprise. And on top of that he’s…an enabler!? Huh…that is super interesting to know. Putting a pin in the rest of this interaction for another post because there is a lot to unpack with husk and alastor. Except for the being on a leash thing because it made me realize something.

What if the reason he felt upstaged by Lucifer was not because Lilith told him to keep him away (yeah I am subscribing to the Lilith theory, it’s to much to Be a coincidence) but because he is legitimately afraid of no longer being needed by Charlie? What if, if he isn’t needed by Charlie then he has to go back to wherever he was the last 7 years? Everyone assumes he is free because he acts as such, but is he? Like real question, what if he was a straight up gift to Charlie in a way? Even if it was a “look after my daughter” command I would still call that sending a gift.

And oh man, what if he was suppose to tell the whole truth to Charlie but gave the whole, “I am here for entertainment” speech instead.

And your probably thinking, Charlie wouldn’t tell him to leave. Yeah but does Alastor know that? And he probably thinks Lilith might call him back anyway if he is not needed but just hanging out. But as we have seen, he cant even except his own situation

I will unpack this whole encounter later, but for real I don’t even think he is that mad at husk, he was mad at the reminder that his soul doesn’t belong to him any more. Like look at his face, it’s the most upset we have ever seen him, and it’s so detailed. He looks enraged, but also hurt at the same time. He and Charlie are not friends, yet, but I think he does feel some what safe at the hotel and maybe that’s enough for now

I also think there is some stock in Alastor hating that Lucifer is a bad dad theory, because that contempt was so raw and he did calm the fuck down a little bit during the “more then anything” song

But those are my random insights of Alastor, there were more but this is already to long I just hope it’s coherent

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #dead beat dad #hazbin lucifer #hazbin charlie

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callsign-joyride · 2 months

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Slice of Your Pie - Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Bob moves into your neighborhood and you bake him a pie as a welcome gift. He comes over to thank you for it, and doesn't end up leaving your house until morning.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x f!reader

Content warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fingering, grinding, unprotected p in v (reader is on birth control), fluff

The nieghborhood that you lived in was small enough that you always knew when someone was moving in. You were enjoying your coffee on your porch when you saw a few trucks pull into the recently sold house right nextdoor. A few people stepped out of the first car, and some good looking guys got out of the moving trucks. You tried to subtly watch as they unloaded things into the house before walking down your driveway to get the mail. As you were checking the stack for anything that might’ve been junk mail, someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey, I’m Bob. My friends are helping me move in, but I wanted to introduce myself before you went back inside,” he said. You smiled and introduced yourself, tucking the mail under one of your arms to shake his hand. You learned that he was in the Navy, and that he loved Star Wars. That fact made you smile, since your pajamas were currently a Princess Leia shirt and athletic shorts.

“Hurry up, Bob! This couch isn’t gonna unload itself!” Someone yelled.

“That’s Coyote. I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you.”

“Wait, Bob, do you like pie? I can make you one if you want.”

“Sure! Key lime is my favorite.”

“That’s perfect. I have a lime tree in my backyard. Oh, and my lemon tree occasionally hangs over your property so feel free to pick a few lemons whenever.”

“Thanks! I have a really good lemonade recipe so I might have to take you up on that.”

You went back inside and looked at the recipe in your grandmother’s cookbook and realized that you didn’t have the right limes for the pie. Getting them was easy, though, it just took a trip to the grocery store. The good thing was that it was a Saturday, so you had the day off from running your family’s business. It was a bookstore and cafe, and all of the pastries came from your grandmother’s cookbook. There had been talks of turning it into a bar at night, but that was going to be a long process.

Making the pie only took about forty minutes, but you had to let it cool in the fridge for at least a few hours. All of the moving trucks were gone, now replaced with a few cars in the driveway. You could hear laughter coming from the backyard, and it made you happy, because the last neighbors were close to the end of their lives and didn’t have guests over very often.

You were able to drop the pie off at around 6, and Bob had mentioned that everyone was getting ready to eat and that it would be the perfect desert. He even invited you to join the cookout, but you had already ordered a pizza and the delivery driver was on their way. You exchanged numbers before you went back to your house so that you could keep talking. Once you had disappeared from ear shot, Fanboy started talking about how hot he thought you were.

“Don’t make it weird. She probably has a boyfriend or something,” Bob said.

“I don’t think so. She spent her day making you a pie. A day that she could’ve spent with her boyfriend, might I add,” Phoenix said.

“But that’s the neighborly thing to do. Bring the new neighbor a pie or casserole. My mom always did it for our neighbors.”

“Most people aren’t working on Saturdays. I’m just saying that if I didn’t have to work and I had a boyfriend or girlfriend, I’d be spending my day with them. Anyway, let’s try this pie.”

Everyone had a slice of it after they finished with dinner. Even Hangman, who didn’t really like desert to begin with. Rooster thought it was so good that he kept coming back for seconds and thirds, soon passing out on Bob’s couch from all of the food that he ate. Bob waited for mostly everyone to leave before he texted you to see if you were still awake, since it was almost midnight. To his surprise, you responded that you were still awake, and you got too invested in your book so you lost track of time. He was at your door within five minutes, and you had a different set of pajamas on.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for the pie that you made. My friends and I thought it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome! Would you like to come in for a drink? I was just about to pour myself another glass of wine.”

“Sure.”

Bob followed you inside and took his shoes off by the door. You poured him a glass of wine before sitting on the couch and using your phone to play soft music. As you got to know each other more, you discovered that you had a lot in common, and you were both single. The dim lighting of the living room, combined with the wine and music, made the sexual tension stronger. He told a bad joke, but you started laughing anyways. He used that as his moment to gently kiss you.

You were into it right away, pulling him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you started grinding on his hard cock. He broke the kiss for a moment to take his shirt off, and you quickly followed. He put his hands on your tits as you continued to grind on his cock.

“I’d love to continue this, but can we go to your bed? I’ve never really been a fan of having sex on a couch,” he said. You chuckled and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to your bedroom. He laid you on the bed, continuing to kiss you as he took your shorts and underwear off. He rubbed your clit and started to finger you while you were moaning and writhing underneath him.

“God, you’re so wet,” he said.

“It’s all for you. Holy shit, it feels so good,” you moaned.

Once he figured out that you were ready enough for him, he took his shorts off and threw them by the bed.

“I don’t have a-,”

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

“Okay. You ready?”

You nodded and felt him slowly push himself into you. You moaned in pleasure and pulled him down to kiss you as he started thrusting faster. You could tell that he was close as he started rubbing your clit so that you could both release at around the same time. The fire in your stomach was burning hotter until you finally released, and Bob quickly pulled out before releasing on your stomach. He rolled over and reached for the box of tissues that you kept by your bed before cleaning both of you up.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You asked. He chuckled and nodded his head, cuddling with you until both of you fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning from your alarm going off, Bob was still holding onto you.

“I have to be at work in an hour and a half,” you said.

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to make you something to eat or some coffee?”

“No, I usually have my breakfast at work. Thanks for the offer, though. Do you want to shower together?”

Bob nodded his head and followed you to the bathroom. The shower was intimate, but not sexual, something that you enjoyed.

With your bag over your shoulder, you stepped outside of the house and walked to your car.

“I really enjoyed last night. Maybe we could go out on an actual date next time, though,” you said. Bob started blushing, and he stammered out a “yes” while nodding his head. You chuckled and got into your car to go to work. The day went by quickly as you did multiple things around the little bookstore. Not very many customers came in, but it was a Sunday, so people were usually doing other things. You heard the bell of the door ring as someone walked in, so you finished putting copies of Frankenstein on the shelves before heading to the front of the store.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” You asked as you walked to the register. Bob was standing there, smiling.

“I didn’t know that you worked here,” he said as he tried not to laugh.

“I own the place, it’s my family’s business.”

“Oh, nice. I guess I’ll have to come by more often, then.”

“Yeah, I guess you will.”

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bueckerslover · 3 months

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Oneshot idea:

Chris or Matt and you are in a relationship. They don’t stick up for you when a celeb girl hits on them in public to “keep the peace” but this leads to ANGST.

was it worth it? - m. sturniolo

warnings: cursing, fighting, angst

basically the request but with my own little twist.

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here i was at yet another stupid influencer party that my boyfriend dragged me to, he knows this isn’t really my thing, you see matt and i have been together for nearly a year but we’ve decided to keep our relationship a secret from the public just a few friends knowing.

matt was currently talking to group of people potentially talking about collaborating or something similar to that, i was a few feet behind him giving him the space he needed.

i looked at him from the kitchen seeing how he was laughing and joking around with his friends until a girl came touching him in ways i didn’t like, leaning into his ear whispering things with a smile on her face even making her punch him in a flirting way she turned around and i finally got a good look at her. my heart dropped.

chelsea monroe an instagram model with blonde hair and blue eyes— knowing who she is and not in a good way— was now flirting with my boyfriend what hurt more was that he flirted back.

i was less than six feet away witnessing my boyfriend cheating on me like i wasn’t even there trying to distract myself from the heartbreak i started speaking to madi.

nick and chris had ubered back to their house an hour ago i would’ve gone with them but matt had told me he wanted to drive me home and that’s what he did.

“are you hungry?” he asked as we got into his car “no” i responded looking forward he started the car his hand finding its way on my thigh making me push it off making him put it back i pushed it off again.

“y/n are you okay?” he asked as he looked towards the road and back to me “yup.” i responded “are you sure?” he urged “definitely” i replied. “y/n” he stated “matthew” i said looking at him with a straight face “okay, what the fuck is wrong you never refer to me as matthew unless something is wrong” he said looking at me for a spilt second before turning back at the road.

“nothing is wrong.” i mumbled with a straight face “y/n don’t be fucking immature and tell me what the fuck is wrong!” he argued “nothing is fucking wrong now drop it!” i slightly yelled.

the rest of the ride was quiet the only sound being the radio playing faintly, as we arrived at my house i quickly unbuckled my belt and started to open my door when matt spoke again.

“i’m sorry for what i said but if you need anything just call me okay?” he says softly “okay.” i said before i fully got out of the car “i love you” he stated before i slammed the car door and made my way into my house quickly locking it.

not even five seconds after i got in i get a phone call pulling it out and looking at the caller id

“what matt?” i sighed “you didn’t say ‘i love you’ back” he mumbled “yea and?” “you never not say it back” he sighed “yea well i’m tired bye” i replied hanging up.

that was the last time i spoke to him, that was friday night now it’s sunday i’ve spent all weekend crying ignoring all his texts and calls only keeping contact with chris and nick.

i kept the no contact thing all week and before i knew it it was friday again knowing the triplets had another party to go to i decided to have a night to myself and rewatch ‘supernatural’ while eating ice cream or any other snacks i could get my hands on.

i was three hours into the show when my phone lit up with a notification ‘matthew.sturniolo just posted on their story.’

clicking on the notification my heart drops i couldn’t believe it he was posing with chelsea she was leaning into him his hand on her waist a perfect view of his neck— hickies covering his neck and lipstick slightly smudge on his lips her lipstick.

that was my breaking point i paused my tv walking towards my room pulling out his duffel bag and a box in the duffel i put all the clothes he’s left here over the time and in the box all the the gifts he’s given me. i was done and i wasn’t going to let him hurt me.

i don’t remember falling asleep but i woke up on the couch with a few missed calls from matt, i didn’t answer but i instead texted chris and nick in the group chat we had without matt

ME:

could yall come over? i have a few things i need you guys to pick up.

CHRIS:

yea let me just order an uber we’ll be there in like 10 minutes or so

NICK:

we’re on our way.

after a few minutes i hear a knock on my door already opening the door i let the boys in and made my way to my room to pick up the duffel taking it back to the living room and handing it to a very confused nick.

“give that to matthew” i said with a straight face “matthew? full name that can’t be good what’d he do” asked nick “he cheated” i stated calmly “he what?!” the both replied nearly yelling “yea you guys didn’t see the photo?” i pulled out my phone to show them the picture “that son of a bitch!” exclaimed chris “well good you’re breaking up with him” chimed in nick “wait i thought you’d be more heartbroken about this” question nick “well i was the first time it happened but i realized that if he really loved me he wouldn’t be a two timing bitch” i scoffed

“good for you!” praised chris as he smiled at me with that nicks phone rang “speaking of the devil” he sighed “what’s up matt? what? no we haven’t heard from her” he smiled winking at me signaling that he was asking about me after a while they hang up “well we have to go but we’re in your side no matter what!” nick said as he got up and gave me a side hug then picked up the duffel heading outside.

“if you ever need anything or something don’t hesitate to call or text me or nick okay?” he mumbled into my hair as we hugged “okay thank you so much i love you guys so much” i mumbled back letting go of the hug.

ring ring

i picked up my phone to matt calling i hung up and turned back around to go to sleep but my phone kept buzzing not letting me.

“hello?” i responded groggily “what the actual fuck y/n!” matt’s voice boomed through my phone’s speakers making me pull it away a bit “huh what are you talking about?” “why did chris and nick just bring me a duffel with my things in it?” he angrily asked “because i’m breaking up with you” i stated “what?” he laughed “i’m. breaking up. with. you. understand?” i broke down each word like if i was speaking to a baby “why are you breaking up with me?” he scoffed “hmmm i don’t know maybe because you cheated on me with chelsea?” i asked “what? i didn’t cheat on you!” “don’t make me laugh matthew i have proof from text messages to the story you posted last night”

“look im sorry i made a mistake but baby please don’t do this i-i love you!” he begged into the phone “maybe you should’ve thought about that before you cheated bye matthew and by the way i hope she was worth it.” i spoke before i hung up the phone.

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okay this is not as good as i wanted it to be but hopefully you like it pookie 😰

tags: @sturnioloslurps @hearts4chris @patscorner

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #fanfic #sturniolo smut

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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My Forgotten Love (Yandere BOTW x reader)

Link often wonders if he's better off without his memories.

As he explores across the distant land of Hyrule, he's constantly bombarded with echoes of the past, of the person he once was.

He was a hero, a knight who wields the master sword, the sword that seals the darkness. He protected the princess of Hyrule, the one who carries the power of the Triforce of wisdom. He was strong, courageous, brave. Thats what everyone told him anyway.

He never felt strong, courageous, or brave. In fact, he was afraid most of the time. Afraid of dying, afraid of his past, afraid of what lies ahead of him once his journey is over. He was always somewhat afraid, but as the last protector of Hyrule, there was no place for fear. So, he buried it all down, never acknowledging it, in the hope it would disappear.

The fear bubbled up and almost spilled out of him when he found an abandoned house near castle town that caused his head to spin. It was lonely, Link would've missed it if it wasn't for the pain it caused. it was small, only a single person could've lived there, but it felt homey, and strangely warm as he walked inside. It was a single room decorated with a desk, bed, and fireplace, a pot hanging above it. The walls were covered n maps, notes, and other little writings that were worn to time.

The desk was in the far corner of the room, a single, unlabeled book, on top of it. It called to him, like a distant friend you haven't seen in a while, filling his body up with warmth that drowned out the pain he previously felt. His body moved on its own, quickly opening it up, reading note that was attached inside the back of the cover.

"(Y/N) (L/N)'s personal diary. Please do not read if your name if Purah or Robbie."

(Y/N). (Y/N)? Why does his chest hurt when he reads the name? Ignoring it, he flipped the page, absorbing the words on the page.

Entry 1:

"I don't know how to start this. Purah had suggested starting a diary log to record my day to day. Why you ask? I never got a straight answer from her. Purah's like that, bringing things up quickly and dropping them just as fast. Either way, I guess recording my thoughts isn't that bad. As long as it gets, Purah off my back for a while, I'll do whatever she asks. Speaking of Purah, Impa (her younger sister), recommended her to the Princess to study the recently excavated Shaikah tech. Is it bad to say I'm jealous?

Entry 2:

Purah can definitely tell I'm jealous. Maybe she's been reading my diary? I don't know. It might be because I'm kinda avoiding her, but it's only because I've been busy with my studies, nothing else. Either way, she's been talking nonstop to me and Robbie about her studies of the shrines. Speaking of Robbie, Purah put him in charge of the guardians, which he seems very eager about. It was then when I asked her if I could help out. She didn't give a straight answer, like always, but I could tell she was holding something bad, like she was thinking heavily about something.

Entry 3:

I'm very excited! Purah came to me and said she talked to the Princess, and she agreed to let me study the Divine Beasts! I could barely contain my happiness; I ran write home to start writing this (sorry about my handwriting). I plan on thanking Purah properly after I meet the Princess. Apparently, she'll bring me up to speed on somethings I need to know about the Beasts before boarding them. I'm just so excited, I need to take a nap before I write off this page.

Entry 4:

Princess Zelda was very kind, but that was to be expected. She was more than happy to listen to my hypothesis about the Divine Beasts. She was accompanied by her sworn protector, Link. He was, quiet, to say the least. He didn't really, do that much, just listened to our conversations quietly. It was sort of awkward, but I got over it quickly. It was weird though, it felt like his gaze was on me more than it was on the Princess. Even when I left, his stare was almost imprinted on me. Maybe it was my fault, probably. Anyway, on the Princess's request, I'll be traveling to the Devine Beasts with him. I won't be able to write then, so see you soon!

Entry 5:

I'm happy to be home. The journey around Hyrule took a little over a month, and it was very tiresome. There's lots to talk about. Firstly, I met the Champions, at least most of them. I was unable to meet Daruk, Champion of Vah Rudania. Death Mountain is too dangerous for Hylians, and it would be dangerous to bring it down the mountain. Hopefully I'll get to meet him soon, I've heard a lot of great things about him. The other Champions were great, well most of them. Revali, Champion of Vah Medoh was...very boastful. He talked a lot, mostly about himself. But I guess I would be boastful if I could pilot a Devine Beast.

I think I got closer with Link. I say think because it was really hard to tell. It took a while to get him to talk, he was silent most of the time I tried. It got to the point where I just talked about everything, just so I wouldn't have to sit in silence. Eventually, when he reached Zora's domain, he started to talk. It was sparce, but he would talk about what life was like as a child. I learned he liked to cook (his cooking is very good). He also let me talk about my findings and while it was obvious he didn't understand most of it, it was nice for him to listen to me.

I had a really great time. I hope Link did too.

Entry 6:

I think I'm being watched. Zelda has been requesting my appearance at Hyrule Castle more and more, I practically live there. Every time I step foot there, I can't help but feel like someone is watching me. I never bring it up, since I'm with the princess most of the time and I don't want to bother her. I have some ideas on who it could be, but no concrete answers. I sometimes catch Revali staring at me whenever he has business at the castle, but even when he's not there, I can feel someone's eyes on me. Honestly, I think Revali might just be hung up on me visiting Vah Medoh with one of his least favorite people (sorry Link). There's also one of the men within Hyrule's royal guard, I believe his name was Thomas. He’s pretty shy, but he had a bunch of questions about my research. We talked for a while before I was pulled away by the princess and Link. Speaking of Link, he’s been a little on edge lately, especially with the other members of the guard. He says it because they’re “distracted”. He’s even become a little, clingy? I don’t know, it’s probably just my imagination, I’m going to bed.

Entry 7:

I haven’t seen Thomas in a while. He hasn’t shown up to the castle in weeks. Link said he was slacking off and he got what he deserved, honestly it was kinda scary. I even brought it up to the princess, but she really didn’t seem to care. I hope he’s okay.

Honestly, I haven’t seen really anyone in a while. Since Zelda is nearing her 17th birthday, she’s been up at the shrine of wisdom trying to awaken her powers. Link has been with her, same with the champions, and Purah and Robbie have been busy with preparing for Ganon. It’s been really stressful, all I can really do is try to help them, and pray to Hylia that everything turns out okay.

The rest of the pages, which are slightly burn and blank, fill Link with dread. You were someone he knew, someone he cared for, someone he loved, how could he forget you? This journal is the only thing he has to remember yoh by, and it makes him want to lay down and die. Out of all the people in all of Hyrule, why wasn’t he able to protect you. This was his fault.

Link doesn’t acknowledge the tears that runs down his face as he pockets the journal with immense care so to not damage it. He doesn’t wipe them from his face as he leaves the house that brought him a fleeting sense of comfort and warmth. And Link doesn’t flinch as the tears continue to steam and hit the grown as he walk away, heading towards Hateno.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere link x reader #yandere legend of zelda #yandere breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #tears of the kingdom x reader

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cwritesforfun · 9 months

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TSITP Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader: Only You

This was a request!! You've been Conrad's friend for years. Conrad took you to the Debutante Ball last summer because your date bailed on you and broke up with you. He realized how he felt about you then and now it's pretty much all he can think about. Y/N = Your Name

Conrad's POV

I'm waiting for Y/N to arrive. She texted me when her flight landed and when she got to her summer house in Cousins Beach. Now I just have to wait until she drives and gets here. I missed her so much. I wish she lived closer and we could hang out more. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hug her tightly and have our night walks on the beach.

My door swings open and Jeremiah pokes his head in to say "Hey uh I think Y/N is here, but she is on a stressful-sounding call in the front yard. I heard her voice go really high and she's pacing." I nod and thank him before heading outside.

I open the front door and I see Y/N. She's hanging up her phone angrily when I get outside. When she sees me, her eyes light up and she runs over to me. I hug her tightly and swing her around a little.

Upon releasing her from her hug, I help Y/N carry her overnight bag to my bedroom. We then go for our walk on the beach because Y/N kindly asks to go on one.

We're walking on the beach and I notice Y/N deep in thought. I reach for her hand to hold it and I ask, "You okay?" Y/N squeezes my hand and says, "I am just tired of everyone in my hometown. I'm so glad I'm going to college this year. I cannot wait to leave them all. They're so exhausting to be around and they're toxic, plus they treat me like shit." I reply "I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know they could get worse. It seems like everything was good at the end of the school year." She replies "I thought so too. I ran into this mean girl and my ex-boyfriend who stood me up at the Debutante Ball at the grocery store the other day. She called me ugly and said I don't deserve happiness. She then showed off my ex and talked about how happy she is with him. He didn't say anything that day, but he texted me the next day about how much he missed me. He said his new girlfriend is rude to everyone and that he was sorry. I just said liked his messages because I do not want him in my life in any aspect. I don't like either of them and I truly just dislike them." I reply "Well fuck them and their thoughts! They suck." She half smiles and I say "You know you have a little dimple on your right cheek that shows when you smile real big or when you're laughing really hard. I've always thought it was cute." She smiles widely and says "You're so sweet, Conrad. You always are." I reply "You're so beautiful, you know that right? Those people suck for trying to make you think otherwise." She asks "Is that why you keep staring at me?" I answer "Oh sorry what was that? I keep getting lost in your eyes. What? Too cheesy?" She laughs and playfully slaps me.

After our walk, we get back to the house where Jeremiah reminds me of the party tonight. Y/N agrees and Jeremiah stares at our hands still intertwined. I can't help that I like holding her hand. Y/N doesn't drop my hand either, so she must like me, right?

Y/N changes and says "I just remembered that I don't even have my whole suitcase here. I think I forgot to bring clothes, except one swimsuit." I ask "Do you need a shirt? I have several. I have the perfect shirt for you tonight. Let me find it." I find it and say "Ok, here it is and you should totally wear it. I'm not saying you shouldn't, but you should." She bursts out laughing and says "Oh I'm for sure wearing this." She changes and I smile widely. I love her in my clothes. What's best about this shirt is that it says FISHER on the back in big letters with my old number from football and on the front is this cheesy photo of me playing football at age 5. My mom had them made when I was in high school.

Y/N walks out in my shirt and it looks good on her. I exclaim "I just realized this will make it look like you're my girlfriend or that we're dating." She smirks and asks "Is that a bad thing? Is there someone else in your life that should wear this instead?" I answer "No and no. There's only you. What about you? Is there uh... someone in your life romantically?" She answers "There is no one but you." I ask "May I take you on a date this week?" She answers "Yes."

Jeremiah walks in, glances between us, and exclaims "We're leaving for the party if you two want to leave when we leave. Y/N, I like your shirt."

We all leave for the party. I drive Y/N and me to the party because Steven, Taylor, Belly, and Jeremiah are in the other car.

We get drinks and I walk around with Y/N a lot. We part ways and she goes off to Belly and Taylor. Jeremiah and Steven stop me when I move to get another drink. Jeremiah asks "What happened with Y/N? She's wearing your shirt. You never let anyone wear your clothes." Steven asks "Did you guys kiss yet?" I answer "We're going on a date this week. We did not kiss." Steven claps me on the back and says "I'm proud of you man. Get your girl!" I ask "What about Taylor?" Steven laughs and walks off. Jeremiah says "I'm happy for you, Conrad. Truly. You and Y/N deserve to be together." I smile.

I take a look at Y/N smiling with friends and I want to hug her, so I sneak behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I put my head on her shoulder and kiss her on the cheek.

I exclaim "I missed you and I needed to hug you." Y/N replies "I like your hugs. Oh did you know that we're only going to be one hour from each other next year? We can visit each other when we're free on the weekend." I kiss her on the cheek and reply "I did know that. I'm so excited about it and yes, I will be seeing you a lot. I need my Y/N fix." She replies "I think our friends are sick of us." I laugh and ask "And why do you think that?" She answers "Well... you know what? I'm happy with you and your attention, so it does not matter to me what they think." I kiss her on the side of her mouth and say "I'm really happy too. I like you so much. You have no idea." She flips around in my arms and asks "How much?" I kiss her on the lips and she says "You must like me a lot." I ask "And how much do you like me?" She pulls my head back down and deepens the kiss as her hands go into my hair. So she likes me A LOT!

#conrad fisher rec #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher #tsitp x reader #tsitp fanfic #the summer i turned pretty

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freshlove-sturn · 4 months

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HELP ME OUT? PT 4

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt 6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo x fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

blue- matt

purple- nick

summary: chris is falling behind in english. he knows he has to get in grade in check before his big lacrosse game, or else coach will bench him. so what better idea than to reach out to the smart girl who sits in front of him in class? after all, it's just a little help... right?

a/n: i did little to no research on lacrosse for this. please don’t judge me 😭

readers pov

the first bell rang through my ears and i walk down the crowded hall to my locker. a group of freshmen boys were laughing obnoxiously. blissfully unaware of me standing there, waiting for a chance to get in my locker. i muttered a few ‘excuse me’s’. none of which they heard.

“move.” i hear a voice behind me. the flock of boys hurrying away.

i turn around and see chris standing there, watching as the boys disappear down the hall. after a few seconds, he looks back down at me. the blue eyes that i’ve been craving to catch since the second he left my house last night. i was sure that the shade of blue was my new favorite color.

“thanks.” i smile.

“no problem. they’re on the jv lacrosse team. they’re painfully oblivious to their surroundings.” he laughs. god i loved that laugh.

“this is an every day occurrence” i say, quickly putting in my combo and opening my locker.

“it won’t happen anymore.” my face grows hot again. i knew for sure my face had just changed 7 shades redder.

“oh my hero!” i clutch my chest jokingly.

“yeah yeah. speaking of lacrosse, are you coming to the game friday?” he asks as i grab my books from my locker.

“i thought you said your big game was next friday?” i furrow my brows.

“well yeah. the big game is next friday. but there’s also a game this friday.” he grabs my books from me, placing them under his arm. he did it like it was second nature.

“oh. i wasn’t really planning on going, no” i reply. trying to act cool. shutting my locker door slowly.

“why not?”

“i don’t understand lacrosse. and i don’t really even know anybody who plays. well, besides you obviously” we start walking down the hallway to english. so close that our arms occasionally brush against each other as we step.

“aw look who needs a tutor now.” he teases. bumping into me gently.

“oh hush.” i roll my eyes. a smile playing at my lips.

“you should come.” he suggests.

“i don’t know.” i respond. looking down at my shoes.

“please” he begs. “for me?”

i swore i felt my heart do a flip in my chest. “fine.” i try masking my excitement. he grind. chris sturniolo wanted me to come watch him play lacrosse.

“sick. how about today instead of you teaching me english, i teach you some lacrosse, help you out for once, yeah?” he grins. he makes it almost impossible to say no.

“chris you need to be studying for this test.” i try reasoning with him. honestly, i just wanted to listen to him talk more.

“come on y/n. let’s take a break from the books today and have fun” we enter our classroom. taking our seats. he places my books down on my desk. but instead of taking his usual seat behind me. he sits down right next to me.

“okay fine.” i cave.

“hell yeah. i’ll come pick you up after practice. is that cool?” he smiles.

“that’s cool.” i smile back at him.

chris pov

as soon as practice ended i i couldn’t get in the van fast enough.

“we’re picking up y/n” i tell matt as soon as he gets in.

“what? since when? i thought i was dropping you off at her house?” he questions, throwing his year in the back.

“we’re gonna hang out at our house tonight. i’m gonna teach her the basics of lacrosse. she’s coming to the game friday.” i explain.

he wiggles his eyebrows at me. he doesn’t say anything, but i know exactly what he’s thinking.

“matt it’s not like that. we’re just friends.” which wasn’t a lie. we were just friends. i just so happened to think about her every second since he sat a foot in front of me rambling on and on about shakespeare and how beautiful his work is. she was a whole hell of a lot smarter than me. i liked it. i admired her for her intelligence. it’s like she knew everything. the one thing she didn’t know? i was falling for her. scarily fast.

we arrive at y/ns house. i get out of the van and walk up to her front door. knocking a few times. she opens the door.

“hi.” a big smile plastered across her face. i loved when she smiled. the way her eyes squinted. the way her cheeks looked so full. the kind that grandmas squeeze and pinch and tell you about how adorable you are.

“hey.” i smile back at her.

we walk out to the van. i open the door for her and climb in behind her. sitting in the seat next to her rather than the passenger seat. the seat i claimed as my own since the second matt got his license. the seat i never left. just so she didn’t feel lonely. and also because i just wanted to be close to her. her sweet perfume filled my nose. it was like a warm vanilla. like fresh baked cookies. sweet.

the drive to my house was fairly quiet. just meaningless small talk like ‘how are you’ ‘good. you?’. the works. when the car stops and matt throws it in park. i get out. holding the door open for her again. i go around to the trunk and grab my duffel bag and all my lacrosse gear and lead her out to my backyard.

“here. put this on.” i hand her my helmet.

“what?” she blurts out.

“put it on.” i gesture down at the helmet. making motions with my hands, acting like i was putting a helmet on myself.

“i thought you were just gonna tell me about lacrosse?” she giggles. my helmet still in her hands.

“oh we’re playing. i want you to get the full experience. i’m showing you how it’s done.” i smirk.

i walk closer to her, taking the helmet from her hands. i gently brush her hair out of her face and slide the helmet on over her head. she doesn’t say anything. she just looks up at me. her cheeks turning bright pink. i carefully strap up the chin strap. adjusting it accordingly. once i get it all sorted out, we just stare at each other. not saying a word. we didn’t need to.

i hand her my stick. “here’s this too.”

she takes the stick from my hands. our finger tips grazing each other. it felt like electricity shooting down my spine.

something about her being in my lacrosse gear made me feel on top of the world. i couldn’t stop smiling at her.

“lookin good y/l/n” i try to sound as casual as possible.

“thanks.” she peers up at me through the cross bars on the helmet. a smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“so basically the object of the game is well, scoring more points than the other guys.” i explained half assed. i couldn’t explain things with the same flow as she could.

she laughs at my bluntness “kinda just like every other sport?”

“besides golf.” i retort.

“besides golf.” she repeats.

“you can use your stick to catch and pass and stuff. and you can use it to get the ball away from the other team.” she looks at me intently. taking in everything i was saying.

“here. catch this” i toss a ball to her.

she catches the ball with her hands. i laugh and roll my eyes. “with the stick, goof.”

“oh right” she laughs and tosses the ball back to me.

i throw the ball to her again. she attempts to catch it, but misses. earning a sigh of defeat.

“you’re good you got this.” i encourage her. i toss her the ball again and she catches it.

“WOOHOO” i cheer. she chuckles and tosses the back back to me.

“better watch out christopher. i’m coming for your spot.” she taunts.

“we’ll see about that. how about you try scoring a goal? here’s let’s say the goal is from this tree to uhh roughly about here” i walk from the tree to about a half way marking before the next tree. sticking a twig in the ground to mark our makeshift goal.

“if it’s like, a foot above my head it doesn’t count.” i explain.

“oh don’t even worry. i got this in the bag” she says confidently.

“alright im gonna like, guard you, so i’ll kinda have to get all up in your bubble. unless you don’t want me to then i-“

“it’s fine chris” she cuts me off. i smile at her.

“alright. here’s this” i place the ball in the net of the stick “okay. play on three. 1. 2. 3!”

she runs towards the goal. i move in front of her, blocking her. her chest pressed against mine as she tries pushing past me. she’s laughing. she was enjoying herself. she was enjoying herself and having fun with me.

she launches the ball towards the goal we made. i reach up with matt’s stick, sort of purposefully missing the ball. it fell through our goal.

“YEAH!” she cheers. smiling ear to ear.

“SHE SHOOTS AND SHE SCORES!” i yell.

“told you i was coming for your spot.” she teases.

“oh yeah?”

“yep. your coach is gonna see my skill and be begging me to join the team.” she states, matter of factually.

“that’s if i don’t get you first” i grin. without warning i pick her up, hoisting her over my shoulder and spinning us around.

“chris put me down!” she giggles, smacking at my back.

“what’s the magic word?” i smirk.

“please!” she laughs.

“atta girl.”

i place her back down onto the ground. our bodies still close to each other. she takes my helmet off slowly and looks up at me. her hair laid messily in her eyes. i brush it behind her ears softly. my hand resting on the side of her cheek. a comfortable silence fills the air around us. i’m surprised you couldn’t hear my heart practically beating out of my chest. she looked she so perfect. she was effortlessly beautiful. the way the sun illuminated her gorgeous y/e/c eyes was enchanting. her freckles became more visible in the gleam of the bright sun that was setting. my eyes flicker down from her eyes and down her her plump pick lips, then back up again. she did the same. her lips felt like a magnetic field that was pulling me in. i began to lean down, slowly.

our lips were still a few good inches away from each other when nick walked outside. causing the both of us to whip our heads to the side.

“oh shit am i interrupting something?” nick throws his hands up, taking a few steps back.

“uh no.” i clear my throat. “i was just uh teaching y/n how to play lacrosse”

“oh… right” nick nods his head slowly and walks back inside.

i couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened. did we almost just kiss?

“it’s getting kinda late. i should probably get going home.” y/n breaks the awkward silence that had fallen between us.

“i’ll walk you home. it’s only a few blocks.”

“oh you don’t have to do that.” she hands me back my helmet and i toss it into my bag.

“yes i do. you aren’t walking home alone.” i insist.

“okay. thank you.” she smiles.

as we head down the sidewalk, we don’t talk much. just random facts about each other. middle names, what our siblings are like, nothing too entirely special. but i paid attention to each detail of everything she told me like it was something sacred. my heart is still racing from the thought that i almost knew what it felt like to have her lips on mine.

as her house comes into sight, i feel a bit disappointed. no amount of time i spent with her ever felt long enough. i walk her up the stairs to her front door.

“thanks for walking me home.” she smiles slightly, fidgeting with her bracelets.

“no problem. anytime.”

“i had a lot of fun today. i needed that.” she smiles up at me. the porch light tracing over her delicate features perfectly. i wish i could take a picture of this moment with my mind. she truly was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen.

“i had a lot of fun too.” i admit.

before i can say anything else, she places a quick peck on my right cheek. i was instantly flustered.

“goodnight christopher owen.” she smiles and opens her door, walking inside without another word.

i stand there stunned. her lips were soft, just like i had imagined.

that’s a feeling i could definitely get used to.

a/n: HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!! i can’t decide if i like this or not. i started writing it and everything just kinda flowed out of me 😭 none of this was really planned tbh. kinda just made it up as i went.

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jpmarvel90 · 10 months

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Forgotten Birthday

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Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: It's Y/n's 30th birthday but it seems like no one else has remembered.

Word Count: 4414

Y/n’s POV:

I was led in bed, snuggled next to my beautiful girlfriend Scarlett, excited to be turning 30 tomorrow. She had arrived home this morning on a break from filming which perfectly coincided with my birthday weekend. I had no idea what was planned to celebrate. When we spoke about it I told her that I didn’t care as long as I got to spend it with her. I had suggested spending the day at the beach as it was a special place to us. But she had told me she had it all under control and it would be a surprise.

I couldn’t sleep as I was excited to have her home in my arms. She had been really busy with filming so was pretty exhausted. I was happy being that creep that watches their girlfriend sleep. I was admiring her beauty and taking in every detail of her face. I loved this woman with all my heart and the last 2 years we had been together, were the best 2 years of my life!

I eventually fell a sleep myself but was woken up by a phone ringing. In my sleepy state I turn over and feel that Scarlett’s side of the bed is empty. As I start to wake up, I check my phone and see that it’s 6am. Before I can get out of bed, I hear Scarlett’s voice coming from the bathroom before she re-entered our bedroom.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m so sorry, but I’ve been called in to work. They’ve had an issue with some of the takes we did last week, and they need us to do the reshoots today or we’ll fall too far behind schedule.” Scarlett explained whilst starting to get ready.

“Oh, ok. How long do you think you’ll be gone for?” I asked, feeling slightly sad that I would get to spend the day with her. “I don’t know. But it sounds like it’s going to be a long day. But don’t worry, I’ve still got the week off after so we can hang out then.” Scarlett responds coming to sit on the bed next to me.

She starts running her hand through my hair smiling down at me. “Go back to sleep and enjoy the day to yourself.” She said placing a gentle kiss on my lips before leaving the bedroom. I was too shocked to respond. Was this a joke? Had she forgotten my birthday? I quickly jump out of bed and rush downstairs only to see that she has already gotten in the car and was pulling out of the drive.

I felt a bit deflated, but I know what the job is like. I’m sure she’s got plans for dinner and we can spend time together then. I slowly make my way back into bed and lie flat on my back looking at the ceiling. Well, this wasn’t how I expected my birthday to go.

I must have fallen back asleep as I’m woken up by my alarm at 9am. I check my phone and I’ve not had any messages, but I know that Scar will have been busy and she’s probably just trying to get everything done so she can get home quicker.

I decide to drop Lizzie a text to see if she is free to hang out instead as I sure as hell am not spending my 30th sitting around my house on my own.

Y/n:

Hey Liz, are you free today? Do you want to hang out?

Lizzie:

Hey Y/n/n! I’m so sorry I’ve been called into filming today so can’t. Hope you find someone to hang out with.

I looked at her response disappointed. I drop a few others a text but most of them were either on set or busy. I was a bit frustrated, not one person from my friend group had messaged me to wish me a happy birthday. At least my own team love me enough to remember.

Whilst sat at the kitchen island I was thinking about what I can do to enjoy my day. I can still have fun even if no one is here to spend it with me. Unfortunately, I can’t think of anything that would be fun to do on my own, so I end up throwing on some workout clothes and heading to the gym.

I spend a couple of hours at the gym, and it helps to vent some of the frustration I was feeling. However, it as still only lunch time so I had more time to kill. Once I had gotten back home, I opened my phone to see a text from Scarlett that made my heart drop.

Scar <;3:

I’m so sorry babe, but it looks like I’m going to be working here late so I’m just going to crash in my trailer. I’ll be back home tomorrow for lunch. I love you xx

I re-read the message a number of times and I really couldn’t believe it. She had actually forgotten. There was a part of me that thought this was part of an elaborate plan for a birthday surprise. But nope, my girlfriend had just forgot my birthday.

Y/n:

Oh, ok. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.

I don’t want to respond but I don’t want to be a dick, so I send a very short message and throw myself onto the couch. My phone buzzes almost instantly and I look excited that it might have been Scar. But it was just an Instagram notification. I open the app and see that my sister has tagged me in a post.

The post consisted of two photos. One of us as little kids and one of us that we took the last time I was able to make it back home to England. I looked at the time and realised that my sister would be home from work by now so gave her a call. We talked for 45 minutes but I didn’t tell her that Scar had forgotten. I just said I was waiting to see what the birthday surprise was, and she seemed happy with that response.

It was now 3pm and I had had enough of sitting around moping at home. I hadn’t had any lunch, so I decided to go out for some food. I go to my favourite Thai restaurant which is close to the beach. I decide to grab a taxi as I’m going to celebrate my birthday properly and I plan on drinking… a lot.

After I’ve paid the taxi driver, I make my way into the restaurant and the owner greets me like family, as Scarlett and I eat here so regularly. “Y/n, my favourite customer! Are you here to celebrate your birthday?!” He asks. I smile at the fact that he has remembered, but I’m also frustrated that the owner of my favourite restaurant can remember my birthday, but my girlfriend can’t.

“Hi Duan, where else would I want to spend it?” I ask giving him a big smile as he leads me to my favourite table with a view of the ocean. “Would you like a drink whilst you wait for Miss Johansson?” Duan asked whilst pulling out my chair for me. “I’ll take a beer please and it’ll just be me today, so I’ll just take my usual order if that’s ok?” He gives me a suspicious look but thankfully doesn’t probe any further.

I spend the next couple of hours enjoying my food and drinking my beer. Duan and his wife join me in between dishes and I really enjoy catching up with them both. They are a huge part of why I kept coming back, and also why it was where I brought Scarlett on our first date. It also helped that the food is amazing here!

As time ticked on, I paid my bill and made my way to a bar on the beach. I sat on a table looking out to sea and watched the perfect view of the sunset whilst I carried on drinking. As I started to feel buzzed, I thought it as best to stop drinking. Although all I wanted to do right now as get drunk and forget about my shitty day, the adult part of my brain was telling me I needed to be sensible.

Instead, I decided to just walk along the beach, and I stopped at the point where I had asked Scarlett to be my girlfriend. Just over 2 years ago I stood here and confessed my love to her and promised that I was hers and only hers. But stood in this spot now I just felt alone.

I know it might seem dramatic to be this upset about a birthday, but I was so excited to have the whole weekend with Scarlett. The last 2 birthdays I’ve had with her have been quick visits due to work. But this year it meant even more as I knew I wouldn’t be able to see my family this time. Even though I’ve been in LA for the last 8 years, they have always come out for my birthday. But this year they couldn’t make it. But it was ok, because Scarlett was meant to be here.

I don’t notice that I’ve got a few tears falling down my face, which I quickly wipe away. I don’t want to stay in this spot any longer, so I make my way to the far end of the beach where it’s most quiet and away from the bars and restaurants that line the beaches’ edge.

Finding a nice spot, I sit in the sand and watch the waves gently lap against the shore, the moon shining down on the water. I love the beach and the ocean. It makes me feel calm and at peace. It’s what I need right now. I may not have had the birthday I wanted, but at least I got to spend it at the beach.

Scarlett’s POV:

I hated leaving Y/n this morning. I had only finished filming yesterday but here I am back on set to reshoot the scenes which hadn’t come out like they had wanted. Most of the cast had been dragged to set and most had the same feelings as me. Frustration.

It was a long day. By lunch I knew it was going to be a late finish so I deicide to just stay at my trailer tonight so I don’t disturb Y/n when I get home. She’ll probably be glad for a day to herself as I know she’s been busy with her own work at the recording studio these last couple of weeks.

I dropped her a text to let her know that I wouldn’t be home tonight and when I checked my phone later that day, I saw a message from Y/n.

Y/n:

Oh, ok. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.

Well, that seems off. No “I love you” or kisses at the end. She’s definitely pissed off! I thought she would understand it’s a work emergency. We still have the whole week off together. I decide to give her a call and check that she’s ok before I head back to set, but it goes straight to voicemail. That’s odd, but I try not to think too much of it and get back to work.

Finally, we finish up the last scene for the day and it’s 10:30pm. We actually managed to finish up a bit earlier than planned but we decided that we’d grab take out together as a group as none of us had had dinner. Once we’re all out of costume the Russo brothers come over to join us.

“We both just wanted to say thank you so much for coming in so last minute today. Getting everything done today means we can keep on schedule for the rest of the shoot. Scarlett, we also want to say a special thanks to you for coming in when I know you had plans for Y/n’s birthday. I hope that you can still make something of your day.” My stomach dropped and I felt sick.

The rest of the cast’s eyes were wide, and they stared at me as I felt the colour drain from my face. “Wait what? It’s not Y/n’s birthday today. What’s the date?” I said confused, surely, I hadn’t forgotten my girlfriend’s birthday! “It’s June 3rd” Lizzie said with a shake in her voice. “FUCK!” I yell. I start pacing and now it all makes sense why she seemed sad this morning and then the text I got from her this afternoon.

I quickly grab my phone and call her, but it is still going straight to voicemail. “God damn it!” I am so angry at myself I can barely control it. “It’s ok Scar I’m sure she’ll understand. She’s probably found someone else to spend it with.” Chris says trying to comfort me. “That’s not the point Chris! I’m her girlfriend and I forgot her 30th birthday! How can I forget when I was going to pro…..” I cut myself of quickly. “Fuck she’s going to hate me!” I thought to myself.

I tried ringing again but got the same result. “I’m going to head home, she’s probably asleep.” I said, trying to convince myself that everything is ok, even though I know she never turns her phone off. “Do you want me to come with you?” Lizzie asked pulling me into a hug. I nod knowing that I need the company at the moment.

We make our way to the car and I start driving home. “How can I forget Lizzie? It’s not like I hadn’t planned anything for it. I had the perfect night planned and now it’s ruined.” I say, still trying to understand how my brain just forgot. “You’re not the only one who forgot Scar. She messaged most of us today to see if we wanted to spend the day with her, but we were all on set. None of us wished her a happy birthday.” Although Lizzie was trying to make me feel better, it actually just made me feel worse. She had spent her birthday alone.

When we pulled up to the house, I saw her car in the driveway but noticed all the lights were off. She was probably asleep. I quickly get out of the car and unlock the door. It’s eerily quiet. I make my way up to our bedroom and open the door slowly. “Baby…” I say into the darkness. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see that the bed is made, and no one is in it.

I search the rest of the house, but she’s not there. I meet Lizzie back in the kitchen, and she has a sad look on her face. “She’s not here. I’m worried Lizzie. It’s gone midnight and she’s not answering her phone.” I said panicked, running my hand through my hair. “It’s ok, we’ll find her. Where do you think she would be?” Lizzie asked, pulling out her phone to text the others.

I think for a while. When she’s pissed off, her go to is to find a bar and have a drink. But there are too many bars to even think where she could be. But she also loves the ocean. “I think we should head to the beach, she’s probably in one of the bars down there.” I say walking back out of my house to me car.

“What were you going to say when we were talking on set earlier? You cut yourself off before continuing.” Lizzie asked as we made the journey to the beach. “I uh, I had planned to propose…” I started but before I could finish Lizzie was squealing in her seat. “Oh my God! That is so exciting! How are you going to do it?” She excitedly questioned. “Ok calm down! I don’t think it’s going to happen now. If I didn’t have doubts about her answer before I do now!” I said trying to fight back the tears which were threatening.

Lizzie reached over and placed her hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. “Scar, she loves you more than anything. Yes, she will be pissed at you for today, but she’s not doing to reject you because of it.” Her calming voice helps me relax slightly. “Do you have a ring?” She asked. I nodded in response. “It’s actually in the glove box.” I whisper.

Lizzie slowly opens the compartment and pulls out the ring box. As she opens it, she gasps slightly. “Scar, it’s beautiful!” I don’t respond. I had been so caught up with work, the proposal had kind of fallen out of my mind. Which is ridiculous because I’m crazy about Y/n. She’s my light, my world. I wasn’t doing a very good job at showing that right now.

The rest of the journey is silent, but thankfully not too long. We split up and go into different bars seeing if Y/n is there. It’s the 3rd bar that I go in where they said she was in there a couple of hours ago but had gone for a walk on the beach. I grab Lizzie and head straight to our spot on the beach. The place I had actually planned on proposing to her.

She wasn’t there so we started to walk along the beach. My panic slowly growing. If she wasn’t here, I had no idea where she could be. As we’re reaching the end of the beach, I’m ready to give up but then I see a body laid out on the sand. The closer I get the more I recognise who it is. Shit, I start to run. “Y/N! BABY! Are you ok?!” Lizzie is hot on my tail ready to call for help when thankfully Y/n moves as I land next to her.

I place my hands on her cheeks, tears now falling down my cheeks. “Oh, thank God, you’re ok!” I whisper whilst pulling her to a seated position and wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug. “I am so sorry babe! I know I can’t make up for it, but I promise that I didn’t mean to. God you had me so worried.” I ramble into her neck not letting her go. Y/n doesn’t say anything, she just hugs me back. “I no there is no excuse for forgetting your birthday, especially your 30th. All I can say is I’m sorry, please forgive me. I’m here now” I’m pleading with her now, but she pulls away from my hug.

“It’s not my birthday Scar.” She says simply, not making eye contact. “What do you mean?” I asked confused. She looks at her watch and says, “well as of 27 minutes ago, it stopped being my birthday.” I hadn’t realised the time. I didn’t make it. I turn her face towards me, and I can just see the hurt in her eyes. “Please talk to me” I say.

She takes a breath before speaking. “I don’t know what to say Scar. I know it’s just a birthday, but no one remembered except my team and my sister. Even my parents forgot. But I could cope with that, because the only person I wanted to spend my birthday was with you. But I get it, work is important.” My heart broke right there on the spot. Tears slowly fall down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and stood up breaking away from my arms.

“Y/n, please wait. Don’t go.” I said, reaching out to grab her arm. I look at Lizzie and she is shaking her hands at me to do something. Luckily Y/n stops, so I walk in front of her. She’s a couple of inches taller than me, so I reach up and lift her head that was hanging towards the floor, my hands resting on either cheek.

“Y/n, nothing is more important to me than you. I know today I haven’t exactly proven that to you. I let work get all too consuming and I forgot the most important day of the year. I had all these things planned for your birthday. I really did. But I ruined it and I don’t know if I can fix it.” I said sadly. “What did you have planned?” She asked me, looking up at me now.

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed, obviously pancakes, your favourite. Then I had hired a boat for us to take out into the bay so we could snorkel and swim out in the ocean. For dinner I was going to take you to Siam Thai, as I know that’s your favourite and then I wanted to end the night at our spot on the beach to watch the sunset and…uh yeah…” I trailed off at the end, not wanting to mention the proposal.

“That sounds like a perfect day. All my favourite things with my favourite person” Y/n whispered with a small smile on her face. “I think maybe now’s the time Scar.” I heard a voice behind me and forgot that Lizzie was still here. “Really, now when I’ve screwed up so badly.” Lizzie shakes her head and Y/n squeezes my hand. “What are you two on about?” She asks with a confused look on her face. I look back to Lizzie and I see her shake her hand at me with the small black box in it.

I nod and she quickly throws it in my direction. “This wasn’t how I wanted this to happen. It was meant to be perfect, but I love you and I hope this might make you realise how much and that I really am all in with you.” Y/n still has a confused look on her face unsure what is happening. I take a deep breath.

“I had planned for me to do this at our spot with the sun setting in the background, but this is romantic too with the moon reflecting on the water. We’ll just pretend that Lizzie isn’t creepily stood behind that tree.” I said, causing us both to laugh. I looked over a Lizzie again and she has her phone out recording.

“Y/n, baby. June 3rd is my favourite day, because it was the day you were born. The world became a better and brighter place on that day because you came into it. I love this day because it lets me celebrate the person that I am madly and deeply in love with. These last 2 years have been the best of my life. When I’m with you I feel safe, protected, loved and unbelievably happy. You have taught me how to love myself again whilst you have shown me unconditional love. The days when I am away from you, I crave to be with you. With you I want for nothing. Because you are all I need. But today, well yesterday technically, I was the worst girlfriend to you. I made you feel forgotten and unloved, which I hope you realise, you never are. I know I don’t deserve you because you deserve to be given the world and I failed to do that for you. But I hope you can forgive me and see that I am stood here in front of you, giving all of me to you. Now I had planned to do this on your birthday, because I wanted to show how, for me, it will always be you. I wanted to celebrate you by giving you a gesture of how unconditional my love is for you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/n. I want to have a family with you and grow old with you.” I let go of Y/n’s hands and get down on one knee in the sand. I open the ring box before holding it out in front of me.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, would you do me the greatest honour of marrying me?” I feel like I’m holding my breath as I wait for her to answer. Her hands fly to her face and I can see the tears in her eyes. She bends down in front of me and pulls me into a loving kiss. It is different to any kiss we’ve had, full of every feeling we want to say.

She pulls away and I find myself chasing her lips. I open my eyes when I hear her chuckle. “Yes, of course I will marry you! I love you” She responded with the biggest smile on her face which mirrored my own. I grabbed the ring and placed it on her finger. It fitted perfectly. She looked down and admired it before pulling me back into a passionate kiss, knocking me onto the sand.

“You know, I think I like this spot better than our other, it’s much more secluded.” I whisper seductively into Y/n’s ear. She giggles as she straddles me going back in for another kiss. “It’s not entirely secluded right now!” We hear Lizzie yell from her spot by the tree. Both of our faces go red with embarrassment. Y/n stands up and holds out her hands for me to take. She pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear. “We can come back tomorrow.”

I can feel my cheeks go an even darker shade of red as her lust filled eyes meet mine. We made our way over to Lizzie who squealed and jump at both of us. “Yay! I’m so happy for you both! Congratulations!” She said holding us both in a tight hug. We talked for a while before making our way back up to the car park.

We gave Lizzie a ride back home and then made our own way back. Whilst driving, I had my hand on Y/n’s thigh. Every chance I had I would steal a look or a kiss, when we were at a red light. I couldn’t get enough of her.

That week I made sure to make up for forgetting Y/n’s birthday. Our friends had arranged a surprise belated birthday/engagement party and I managed to fly Y/n’s family out to celebrate too. Although Y/n forgave me, it took me a while to forgive myself. I promised that I would never let me fiancé believe she was forgotten or unloved again.

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 23 days

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tell us everything about your day yesterday

oh, ok!

i woke up at 5:30am and went out for a run. it was pretty short, 3 miles, i was back in a half hour. i got really sick a few weeks ago and my lung capacity is still not 100%, i ran five miles a few days ago and i threw up on the sidewalk.

anyway, when i got back home i paced around in the backyard for ten minutes to cool down, and then i slipped back into the house to my bedroom and woke up jake by sucking his cock. we fucked (me on top, no real foreplay, the cocksucking only lasted a few seconds and we went straight to fucking) and we came at the same time, and then i laid in bed leaking while jake got up and showered as the kids woke up. at this point it was like 6:40. i got up and made oatmeal for my kids (with blueberries!) in a robe and jake was all dressed and ready before 7, so i left him to get the kids dressed and stuff and i answered a bunch of emails. i do this now in the mornings so i can get to the office after everyone but i already have them working on stuff. LOL.

the kids were playing for a bit before school, and margot woke up, so jake made breakfast for me and margot and himself, so i ended up out there with them having coffee and chatting until 8:10, and I was still in just a robe, so Jake walked the kids to school, which is usually my job.

i got dressed (no shower, LOL. white panties, no bra, jeans and a t-shirt - very professional) and margot was making a shopping list so i tried to remember everything i needed (i forgot most of it, i always do, so i have to go to target today). and then jake got home so i kissed him goodbye and left for work. i got to the office at 9:20. i had meetings with various little teams from 10-12 and by the end of the second meeting I was very bitchy and everyone was like, "OK stop giving angel new information" which i thought was a very insightful analysis of me as a coworker.

i had coffee and two cigarettes with jane, a fairly recent hire who is like a 40s goth punk chick who reminds me a lot of ivy if ivy had never gone corporate and had a dozen babies. i love jane, she's 15 years sober from heroin and she rocks. she also compliments my waist a lot, she (like many of you lol) can't believe i pushed two kids out of my pussy.

then i walked to my friend casey's work to meet her for lunch. i don't know if i ever talked about casey. i think so? she is like 27 years old and she has a baby and a much older husband and a stepdaughter who is 19. when i was in my lexi-obsessed phase she was adjusting to returning to work with a baby in her life so we didn't hang out much but now we see each other all the time.

we had lunch at a bagel place and i was back at work by 1:45, just in time for more meetings, but these were with clients and i was nicer. the t-shirt with no bra was a very good strategic decision, one of the bigger guys at the company stared at my tits the whole time, and agreed with everything i said. i wore my hair down too and played with it a lot, you know, alternating between ditzy hair twisting and sort of gathering it and arranging it behind my back like i was about to put it into a blowjob ponytail.

N.B. the ponytail blowjob is such a stereotype/meme but i never do that. i let my hair fall all over the place when i am sucking dick. men love my hair.

i had an hour in my office during which i accomplished literally nothing. i looked at my phone and deleted some emails. that's it. then i had a meeting with my boss, and we talked exclusively about sex with our respective partners. his wife is cumming really easily lately, which on the one hand he likes and on the other hand doesn't like because she's wrapping up sex really early. he said about half the time he doesn't get beyond eating her pussy; she cums and then sucks his cock and won't stop until she's swallowed every drop. but even when they get to fucking, he said she cums in like 40 seconds and hops off to suck his cock. i told him to start slapping her clit with his cock to stop her orgasms. he said she'd get so mad at him if he did that and i said, "i would beg for more." anyway, he told me i am doing a great job with the team lately so i flashed my tits at him.

alice called me at 4 and just clearly wanted to talk at me, but i let her, it's kind of like a podcast, and so she was in my ear for the end of my work day and my ride home.

when i got home, margot and the kids were in the park, so jake fucked me in the kitchen, quick and hard, panties and jeans down, bent over the kitchen island, his hand on my clit. he came inside me again and i pulled my jeans and panties up right over the mess and walked around like that all afternoon, making dinner and catching up with everyone. dinner, did a puzzle with my daughter, bathtime for the kids, storytime, bedtime, and i just took my jeans off and relaxed on the couch with jake and margot and we watched a movie. i fell asleep on jake's shoulder after the movie was over, and he moved me over on the couch, took margot to her room, fucked her and came on her tits, took a picture of it and sent it to me, which woke me up, LOL, but i was too tired to move so i let jake come in, naked, and carry me to bed. at some point in the night i took my panties off because they were full of dried cum, and this morning i woke up next to jake, he was naked and i was in just a t-shirt, so i pushed my ass against him until he woke up and fucked me from behind nice and slow. i came twice.

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indecenthoney · 2 months

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To Bite The Hand That Feeds You

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Our story revolves around Adam and Zoey, childhood friends, currently facing some unprecedented difficulties in their relationship. With 3rd party influences, any sort of progress has come to a complete stop as Zoey is urged to move on from her childhood crush. With time, she finds herself gradually drawn to another guy, much to the dismay of her longtime friend Adam, who has been silently repelled by the unfolding situation. Despite weathering life's ups and downs together and appearing perfectly suited for each other, they have never taken their relationship beyond friendship, surprising everyone around them. Adam, overwhelmed by his deep feelings for Zoey, realizes that he has no other choice than to make his move or risk losing her forever.

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It was quite unlike me to run late, especially when it came to picking up Zoey, who often had the tendency to walk off to god knows where. She had always been an empty-headed idiot who would go out of her way just to make someone happy. An easily influential child like her caused me to worry about her well-being. It’s honestly quite a surprise how she made it to college. Even if she did have trouble understanding concepts or even reading the atmosphere, she would always put on that damn smile that I loved so much. Zoey was an entity of unwavering perseverance and unconditional love. To put it in simple terms, she was a puppy. Nonetheless, Zoey was my puppy. Even if she doesn’t quite know it yet.

“There you are… Good… You actually listened this time… And here I thought you’d wander off again… Ready? I’ll drop you home…”

“Adam! What? No! I was just… looking around last time! Oh! Before we go! I would like you to meet my new friend, Tyler! He’s been super nice to me and always buys me snacks to eat during our lectures! We even planned to have a little study session at his house on Saturday! Isn’t that cool? It’ll be my first college hang-out!”

“Right… Nice to meet you… I guess… Anyway… Zoey, let’s go…”

“Boyfriend? Adam? Uhm no h-he’s just… my childhood friend… A-anyway I’ll see you on Saturday, alright! Yeah, I’m looking forward to it! Byeeee! Adam… That was really rude… You could’ve at least made a new friend…”

“Excuse me...? Zoey... You are not going to that boy’s dorm…”

“WHAT! Why not? I finally made a friend in college! Why can’t I see him?”

“Zoey… Just trust me… Alright? Maybe you’re still a little too naive to understand… but just trust me…”

“You’re not my dad… I can do whatever I want! I’m in college! What do you care?!?”

“And you’re just a little GIRL… Who can’t think for herself?! So I’m doing it for you! Just LISTEN… You are not allowed to go to his dorm… and I prohibit you from ever talking to him ever again… Is that understood?”

“I hate you!”

I know what I said could be interpreted as controlling, but all I wanted was to look out for her. After our little argument, she ran off on her own. Luckily enough, I had her location on my phone and had been trailing her for the past hour while she made several pit stops at her favorite cafes. In all honesty, Zoey has never been tech-savvy making it easier for me to tamper with her phone, but it was for the greater good. Who knows what would happen to her? You can judge me all you want, but she ended up calling me a few moments later to pick her up after getting lost.

“Calm down… Just tell me where you are… and I’ll pick you up… So there’s a tree… Uhuh… and a building? Could you be any clearer… Alright… I’m coming… Just stay put…”

Not that I needed to ask for her location, but it was better than her asking how I found her in the first place. The car ride home was awfully quiet and we’ve never really had this much tension between us. It hurt me to see this side of her. But I much preferred it over some guy taking advantage of her. Once we arrived, there was a long pause before Zoey headed out. No words were exchanged during that moment despite us both wanting to say something. It was an easy tell, telling from her quivering lips. Something I’ve grown fond of. She had the habit of holding back when trying to say something. I would always figure it out whether it be some pastry she wanted to try or to tell me some ridiculous fact. This time, however, was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I felt my chest cave in as she walked away and closed the door. In the following days, my mind was filled with unlikely scenarios. It drove me mad. I wanted to protect her more than anything in the world even if she hated me. I later took a couple of days of knowing she’d come and check on me. Zoey would always drop by without fail even if she was sick herself. I guess in her mind, taking care of someone else weighed heavier than her own. I knew without a doubt if I took some days off, she would surely show up. And she did.

“Oh… It’s you… Come in…”

“T-thank you… Uhm… I just wanted to check up on you… You haven’t picked me up from any of my classes like you usually do… and I haven’t seen you around campus… So I got really worried… Is everything okay?

“...”

“I-I know we sort of had a little fight the last time we saw each other and… I’m sorry… But I’m still putting my foot down… I want to hang out with my new friend… but I also want for us to make up… You have to trust me… I can handle myself! I’m a big girl now! I can tie my shoes and everything! Heheh… Please, Adam?”

“Fine. I trust you. I just want you to know that I care about you. I just didn’t anything bad to happen to you. And I don’t want to risk it. Forgive me.”

“Adam… You’re so silly… I forgive you! Mm! You’re the sweetest! I’ll be meeting him later by his dorm! And if anything, I’ll text you right away! I promise! Sooooooo what have you been up to? You didn’t answer my question! I didn’t see you all week!”

“Took some time off to work on a project… On the bright side, I’m just about done… All that’s left is to record and test my thesis…”

“Oh! I don’t quite get it… but is there… anything I can do?”

“You really don’t have to…”

“I want to! We haven’t spent any time together in a while, so this’ll make up for it! Yeah? I’ll do anything! ”

“Alright… If you insist… Thank you… Go on and head down to my room… I’m just going to get a few things before we start… You can sit by my desk since I gotta record the whole thing…”

“Heheh! Yes sir!”

After sending her off to my room, I packed a few necessities for this experiment. Truth be told, I was a little too focused to answer her questions. To keep her preoccupied, I had prepared her some snacks and hot chocolate while she waited. Making sure that every angle was just right. A smile crept up on my face as I watched her happily eat her snacks. Taking a sip and then another. Completely downing the sedative that I had placed into her drink. Watching her fight off the drowsiness before going completely limp. Giving me the chance to finish my preparation for my little experiment.

“Oh? Hey there, sleepy head… Did you have a good nap? I hope so… You were snoring pretty loudly…”

“Mmph… What time is it? AM I LATE? H-hey… What the… What is this?”

“Hey hey… Don’t worry… It’s still four hours until your little play date… You’ll still make it in time… As for the cuffs… Well… You did say you were going to help me out with my thesis, right?”

“I… I guess but… Are the cuffs really necessary?”

“Mhm… We wouldn’t want to mess up my data, would we? Exactly… Now all I need you to do is to be pretty and sit still for me… Can you do that, hun? Yeah? You look really pretty by the way… I always loved this skirt… That’s it… Smile for the camera… Good girl…”

“Hehe… uhm… what exactly is your project about? A-adam? Hahahah… W-what’s with the knife? Wait wait… Please…We can talk about this right? Please don’t hurt me…”

“I’m not going to hurt you, silly… Look at me… I would never hurt you… I love you too much to hurt you…”

“Y- you l-love me? A-adam… I…”

“Of course… And yes, as embarrassing as it is to say… I do love you… I love you enough to teach you a lesson… After all, you’re just a dumb… little… girl who doesn’t know any better… but that’s okay! I’m here now… Aw… Sweetie… There’s no need to be afraid… It’s me… I’ve always taken care of you, haven’t I? I know what’s best for you… and that filthy fuck boy isn’t it…”

“N-no he’s not like that… He just wants to study…”

“Study? Hahaha… That idiot? Study? I’m sure he’ll have a lot of fun studying you… Holding you down… Playing with you… Fucking you silly… What then? How will you call me then? Hm? Exactly… You’re just a naive little girl… Don’t believe me? Why don’t I show you firsthand how he’ll toy with you, yeah?”

Irregular breaths arose from silence; the edge of my knife flaw at her skin leaving but a trace of crimson. Her eyes fixated on the blade, struggling to comprehend such a surreal situation. Was this nightmare truly reality? Her best friend, whom she loved since the beginning, tearing away at her innocence with the same smile he had given her all her life. That same smile bore a twisted form of affection, transforming what was once warm and nurturing into something sickening and perverse.

“Will you relax? When did you become such a drama queen? That little boy toy of yours was going to take these off anyway… so what does it matter if I cut your panties off? It’s not like you were going to need them later… Zoey? Sweetie? Hey… Are you even listening? Fuck… What will I ever do with you? If you can’t even pay attention to me… how could you ever pay attention in class..? And Tyler or whatever his name was, isn’t helping… “

“Adam… We’re just friends… You have to believe me… Ow… You’re hurting me…”

“Oh? Hahahah… Was I gripping too hard? You poor thing, you’re shaking… Shhhh… It’s okay… I’m sorry for cutting you… I’ll kiss it better… Fuck, what soft thighs you have… I’m honestly getting a little jealous… You say that you’re friends but… Tell me… do you like him…? I see the way you look at him… The way you laugh at his jokes… The way you fidget after keeping eye contact for a second too long…”

“Adam! Stop it! This is crazy… Let me go! I’m bleeding… ”

“Silly Zoey… It’s just a few nicks… Your big girl, you can handle a few cuts… Now… Answer me… Do… you… like… him..? I want to hear you say it… cause I mean come on… It’s so fucking obvious… Being so eager and insistent on seeing him… I bet you were looking forward to having your little play date… Having his hands explore every inch of your slutty body… Having him bend you over his desk? I mean it’s fucking laughable… You? Study? Hahahah… I’ll ask you again… Do… you… like… him..?”

“I…”

“You’ve changed… So so stubborn… Whatever happened to my Zoey… My sweet, sweet Zoey… Oh? Do you have something to say? Did you get turned on by the thought? Having him fill your pretty little holes to the brim… C’mon, use your words…”

“F-fuck… S-stop… t-touching my c-clit… Mmph… Please… I can’t- I can’t-... Aaa…”

“What? You can’t what? Form a proper thought? Hahahah…. Fuck… I’m starting to think the problem is this right here… I don’t blame you… It gets the best of us… The feeling… The need to get off… Not being able to think straight without cumming first… Why don’t we fix that? Just say the word… You can tell me to go faster… slower… Whatever you want, hun… I’m here to help you… You don’t need some boy toy to do it for you… You have me…”

“Aaa-... I-I don’t… Mmph… wan-... i-it…”

“And now you’re a liar? It really is a fall from grace… It’s like you’re someone else entirely… My Zoey wouldn’t lie… Even if you say you don’t want it… It’s clear to me that you need this… C’mon… Be honest… Doesn’t it feel good? Having my thumb run along your needy little cunt… Rubbing circles around your desperate little cunt… Hahaha… God, you’re fucking filthy… I mean look at you… Leaking… Like a bitch in heat… What? Aren’t you at all embarrassed? I’m barely even touching you and you sound so fucking pathetic…”

“Mm… A-aaa… I-I… Mmm! N-not… f-filthy…”

“Awww sweetie… Of course not… You? Filthy? This is only temporary… Just a little bump on the road… After all, my Zoey isn’t filthy, right? It’s all just a minor setback… That’s what it is… And after I’m done with you… you’ll be as good as new… You’re just a bit rebellious… A phase if you will… But Adam it’s not a phase… Ah shhhhh… shhhh… Don’t you worry your little head… Adam will put on back on the right track… Why don’t we get you cleaned up, yeah? ”

In hand, were the two means of cleansing the ache between her deprived thighs. Her look twisted and perplexed at my intentions. Toothpaste and toothbrush. An odd pairing to such a surreal situation. Placing them aside, I knelt to the ground finding my way to her. Licking along her cunt, heavy with desire, before familiarizing myself once again with her aching clit. A dreadfully slow pace of what could take hours upon hours to finally reach culmination. Her face flushed to an even brighter shade of red after witnessing her best friend buried between her. An intoxicating wave of pleasure begins to overwhelm her with each flick of my tongue. Happily eating her out without regard for her constant disapproval. Prying her legs open with such force that it would be no surprise if it were to leave marks. My lips pressed against her opening; dipping my tongue deep as it would let me. Her hips buck and retreat only for me to pull her back in place for another taste. Another bite. Another feast. A gentle, yet eager throb envelopes me; a warmth soon after responds to my sensual touch leaving her a whimpering, disheveled mess. To my surprise, Zoey was closer than I had anticipated. Was it her lack of experience? Or possibly the excitement that came along with such a depraved act. Honestly, I was unsure. Not that it mattered at the moment nor did I care. There were no words of protest left, only the sounds of pleasure that reverberated in my ears. Even then, it would have been better to be safe than ruin our little experience.

“A-adam…? A-are you done? Can I please leave? I-I don’t want to do this anym-more… Please… I’m begging you…”

“Done? Oh, sweetheart… You don’t mean that, do you? I mean… we’re just getting to the good part… Tell me… Are you close? Tell Adam how badly you want it…”

“I-I’ve been telling you… I don’t… want this…! If anything, you’re the one that’s acting crazy! I… I just want my Adam back…”

“Zoey… Fuck… I never… meant to hurt you… I just… I didn’t want to lose you… You must’ve been so scared… I’m sorry…”

“Adam…”

“Okay… This is what we’ll do… I’ll clean you up… Get you a snack… and I promise we’ll go back to being our happy old selves, alright? Can you please find it in your heart to forgive me?”

“Mm! I-It’s okay… You’ve always been a bit sort of a worry wart… and always did your best to look out for me… So I’ll forgive you! Oh! And if we make it on time… I can still get to his house… Do you mind dropping me there? Heheh… A-adam? Why’d you stop?”

“And here I thought you learned your lesson… Got my hopes up for nothing…”

“W-what’re you doing?”

“I’m cleaning you up, of course… The toothpaste might tingle a bit… But I’m sure after the pain subsides… or hopefully, it does… you’ll be able to enjoy it! Seeing as how you didn’t learn your lesson… I guess I’ll have to go through with this… Now… smile for the camera, hun… We wouldn’t wanna disappoint our viewers now, would we?”

“Viewers? Y-you’re streaming this?!?”

“Hahaha… Hey now… I wouldn’t fuss around too much if I were you… But don’t you worry… I made sure that each and every angle doesn’t capture your face… and if you somehow move out of those boundaries… Well, I wouldn’t be so sure about your safety… Who knows? Maybe someone from college could be watching… Stroking themselves off… Fucking into their hand as they scan every inch of that indecent body of yours… I wouldn’t bother asking for help either… Each one of these men are here for you, hun… But in all seriousness… One more outburst and I’ll be sure to send a recording to your friend, Tyler… Hahahah… God, you’re so fucking… obedient when I mention Tyler, huh…? It kinda pisses me off… Fuck it… Let’s just get started…”

Believe it or not, I was hoping to avoid this. Despite the constant throb in my pants, it brought me no satisfaction to see Zoey trembling in fear. If only things turned out differently for the both of us. Then again, there was no point in having such thoughts. Having been idle for too long, I began toying with her. Gently biting and licking along her clit bringing about a swollen and needy version of her. Having known the new circumstances of our little project, she continued to stifle her moans in an attempt to keep some form of innocence. Faint whimpers escaping her lips as I rubbed her senseless, sending shockwaves all throughout her body. Vigorously shaking in her seat; gasping for air. Her hips unconsciously pushing against my tongue, nearing her climax. Only to pull away and be met with a toothbrush coated with toothpaste. An unfamiliar feeling bringing her back from her lustful daze. The coarse bristles grinding against her as she writhes within her restraints. All while the menthol slowly takes its effect, causing an irritable tingling sensation.

“F-fuck… Mmm… A-adam…? W-what are you doing? Aaaa… S-stop… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… It… hurts… You can’t… do that… I’m too s-sensitive…”

“I’ll stop when you’ve learned your lesson… and what is this… You can’t business? Of course, I can… Watch me…”

“It… burns… Please stop… I can’t… I can’t… I feel w-weird… I’m going to cum… Fuck me… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… A-aah… S-shit… A-aaa… Mmmph…”

“There we go… That’s one… A couple more time and maybe you’ll start thinking straight… Zoey… Look at the mess you made… Leaking all over my seat… In front of the audience… Bad Zoey… As punishment, I’ll have to flick your dumb needy clit a few times… This’ll hurt me more than it’ll hurt you…”

“A-adam… O-ow Please… No more… No more… It hurts…”

“Now now… You have to behave… One more time you close those legs… I’ll have no choice but to give the audience something else to look at… And as much as they would love to see you cry… I’m sure you don’t want them to see your pretty little face, do we? Just a few more flicks… and we’ll go back to making you feel good, yeah?”

“Ow… Fuck… A-adam… I’m sorry… Please… Ow…. Sh-shit…”

“Well that’s no good… Such a potty mouth… Let’s add a few more flicks… and this time… instead of cussing I want to hear a thank you… Understood? Zoey… I said… Is that understood?

“Y-yes… Okay… Mm… Okay… O-ow… T-thank you… Mmm… A-aaa… T-thank you… I-it hurts… A-adam… It hurts… Mmmph… T-thank… you… ”

“Hahaha… Good girl… You catch on quick… Are you sure you aren’t a genius? Playing dumb so you can get what you want… One more…”

“N-no… I’m not… A-aaa… O-ow… Ow… Ow… T-thank you… A-adammmm…”

“Shhhhh… It’s okay… I know it hurts… You did good… I’m so proud of you, hun… Let’s get back to cleaning you up, yeah? Doesn’t it feel good? The burn on your swollen clit as I rub you stupid… Such a leaky fucking mess you are… Hahaha… Gonna cum, sweetheart? Go right ahead… Cum for me… God, you look so fucking desperate bucking your hips like that…”

“F-uck…. I-I’m c-cominggg…. Hnng… F-fffuck…. I’m sorry… A-adam… Thank you… T-thank you… Feelsh sho goood…”

“Mhm… It’s okay… That’s it… Such a good girl… Cum your brains out, hun… You’re overflowing… You must’ve been so pent up, huh…? No wonder you were acting out so much… You poor thing… You just needed some attention… It’s alright… Adam’s here now…”

“A-adam? Mmph… You can stop now… I’m finished… I’m really sensitive there now… I need a break…”

“A break? Who said anything about stopping, sweetheart? After we’re done then what? You go off to see your little friend? I mean… I still haven’t confirmed if you learned your lesson or not… Plus I can’t let you leave until you get your fill… What kind of host would I be? Now don’t you worry you’re little head… You can stay here and cum to your heart’s content… to cum until you’re absolutely sick of it… to the point only I can get you off…”

“Hnnngg… F-fu..ck… I can’t think… I–It h-hurts… I don’t… wanna cum anymore… Ad-am…. A-aaa… Please…. Please… please… I’ll behave… Just stop….”

“You’ll what? You’re going to have to speak up, hun…”

“S-stop… going s-so… fa-ast… Yes… F-fuck… I’ll behave please… I’ll behave… I’ll be good… I promise… Just please stop…”

“There you go again… You… keep… forgetting… your… thank… yous!”

“Ow! Fu- Mmm… T-thank you… Th-ank you… I won’t… So please… I-I don’t wanna cum again… I’m too s-sensitive… I can’t take another one…”

“You won’t… What? You have to be more specific than that…”

“I-I said… I’ll behave… I’ll stop seeing T-Tyler… Are you happy?”

“That’s what I wanted to hear… Good girl… I knew you’d come to your senses… But you know… since you’re already so close… why don’t we finish you off? Think of it as a reward… or even a reminder… To never… ever… bite the hand that feeds you… Understood? Now buck those hips, princess… Fuck into my hand… That’s it…”

“A-adam… A..dam… I’m c-cumming… Mmmph… A-aaaaaaa…”

With the final orgasm, I turned the stream off and proceeded to clean her up. Wiping away her tears before carrying her off to my bed. Placing kiss after kiss on her trembling lips distracting her before slowly slipping myself into her. Her wet drippy cunt greets me with an insatiable heat. Fucking away as her incessant moans fill my mouth after each exchange. Whispers of “Thank you” resound in my ear motivating me to further fill her depths with an even eager disposition.

“Zoey... Z-zoey… F-fuck… I’m really close… Just a little longer… I promise… Okay? You’re a good girl… Just take it…”

“A-adam… It feels… good… Mm…”

“Yeah? T-that’s good… I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself… but I have to pull out… or we’ll both be in trouble… Hey… R-remove your legs…”

“Inside… Please… Adam…”

“Z-zoey? I-I know you’re mad at me for bullying you earlier but… seriously… This isn’t funny…”

“A-adammmmmm… Y-you don’t love me? I… I love you…”

“I- Ugh… Fuck… Of course I do…”

“Then breed me… please…”

“Fine… I don’t want to hear you whining about it later… But even then I’ll be sure to take care of you, alright…? Silly Zoey…”

I guess even after all that happened that night, Zoey was still able to put on that smile of hers. She pulled a fast one on me and completely won me over. Even after multiple loads, she still had the energy to move her hips; keeping me on my toes at every second of our love-making. I can say without a doubt that she paid me back in full that night. Completely drained she found her place atop me hearing my heartbeat.

“I never had a crush on Tyler, you know…”

“What? Then why did you want to go so badly?”

“Well… Our friends told me that… If I wanted you… then I’d have to make you jealous… and that you’d come running to me like dog… Heheh… And I guess it was true… Although, you were bit scary back there… Uhm... Were people actually watching us...? Should we be worried...”

“Those fuckers… And no... I was lying to get a rise out of you... I didn't want you kicking and screaming... If anything... It's just recording...”

"I see... That's a bit fucked up... Hahaha... You're obsessed with me... Want to fuck me so badly... You must really love me, huh?"

"Shut up..."

“Say it! Tell me you love me!”

“Where’s the toothpaste…?”

“Adam!”

“Fine… I love you, Zoey… You’re mine and you better remember it…”

“Mm! Yes sir! Hehehe!”

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With love,

Honey

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the sea around us; chapter one

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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The Outer Banks. Paradise on earth. At least, that is what the giant sign on the bridge described it as, as we drove into the city that has been my home since eighth grade. I remember seeing it for the first time, I was so young, so sad to be leaving my home- and so damn tired after a two-week drive. Seriously, it was like my parents tried to get us as far as humanly possible away from Moose River BC as possible while staying on the same continent. My parents had told me we were moving to paradise, in hindsight I see that they wanted us to be less sad about uprooting our lives so they could get us out of the country without a fuss- because we somehow ended up on The Cut. To be fair, it does remind me of home every day. I missed my friends for a couple of years, but I made new ones and moved on. Never looked back.

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"Snowy- are you seeing this right now? That's like a three story drop." Pope says to me as I shield my eyes with my hand so I can look his way just as he gestures up to John B standing on the roof of the McMansion to be that were hanging out at this afternoon. I sit up slowly from where I'm laying along the railing of the deck, looking up at the curly brunette as he lifted one foot off the edge of the roof.

"Hey, John B, what if you like, didn't risk your life like this right now?" I say, leaning back on my hand that's steadying me. "How'd you even get up there?"

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kie states, walking out of the unfinished patio door onto the porch with us before John B can respond.

"Of course they are, why wouldn't they?" JJ shrugs. Of course, any of us would have that if we could. I'm actually quite certain that Kie herself has heated bathroom floors at her parent's house in Figure Eight. Oh, the Kook life- I'm jealous.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, right?" Kie sighs just as John B looks like he's losing his balance. "Can you not kill yourself?" She adds, shielding her eyes as well as she looks up at the boy who she just noticed was standing on the edge of the roof.

"Don't drop that beer, I'm not giving you another one." JJ says, and right on cue, John B drops the can in question off the roof as he wobbles on one foot.

"Oh shit! Nooo.." He whined as it hit the ground. Everyone laughs as JJ kicks the can and John B is sulking about it.

Pope and I look over to the temporarily gravel driveway and see a small car pulling in. "Security." I state and Pope picks up his bag.

"Uh, yep let's wrap it up." Pope adds, and John B climbs down from the roof.

"Boys are early today."

I shrug a little at John B's statement as I throw my bag over my back. "Alright Humpty Dumpty, let's roll." JJ says, stepping down the exit ramp he was on with John B close behind.

"Let's go boys." Kie says, joining my side as we pick up a light jog through the construction site. We hear a man's voice behind us, who now seems to be chatting away with JJ like they're friends. If you asked JJ, he'd say that, anyway. "He's asking for it at this point." Kie says as we both glance over at him and giggle.

JJ grabs my hand and laughs as he responds, "Oh am I?" We all pick up the pace to a run through the empty house, down some concrete stairs to ground level. I slip a little on the last step, and JJ half falls with me as we hear the man's voice again just to our left.

"Hey! Stop!"

"Gary! Oh my god, you scared me!" I laugh as JJ pulls me just out of Gary's reach and we run the other way. He yells to the other security guard that we're heading toward him, and I step out of the way right as he reaches for us, and I drop JJ's hand as he gets a hold of him instead. "Not much of a hugger man." JJ says as he instantly slips right out of the man's grasp and runs after me.

I sprint out to the lawn and jump into the back of John B's van, the Twinkie, as he calls it, with Kie right as we see JJ and Pope coming and jumping in behind me. "Come on!" Kie and I shout at the boys, and John B guns it right as they get inside. We keep an eye out the door and back window, as Gary chases after us.

"Check out Gary running for a raise!" Pope laughs as JJ continues a one-sided conversation with the security guard running after us and throwing him a beer- because they couldn't possibly pay him enough.

"You little pricks!" Gary shouts after us as he gives up the chase and we speed away. I climb into the passenger seat next to John B and turn up the music coming from The Twinkie's old speakers.

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We're a glowing example of what everyone in Kildare county knows as the Pogues. Our mission? Have a good time, all the time. Right here, we're cruising Figure Eight- the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks, where we obviously don't live. Rich folks with vacation homes in two different places, or, Kie put it best, heated towel warmers at the expense of only a few thousand turtle lives lost. The other, superior side of the island, The Cut, is what we call home. Pogues, pogies, the people of the working class, where our people bust their asses to make a living. Lowest members of the Kildare county food chain. So, a downside of being a pogue is that we're ignored and neglected. Upside? We're ignored and neglected, which means we can do whatever we want, whenever we want.

It's two tribes, one island.

Now, for the interesting part, my crew. The people that make my life go 'round. Firstly, there's JJ. Founding member of our club, and the life of every party, the only one who can beat me at a shotgun. It's never a dull moment with him around. He's got a mop of dirty blonde hair, sunkissed skin, and the most beautiful set of blue eyes I've ever seen. I would never live it down if he found out, though. He's about as local as they come- the latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who make their living off the water. He's also the best surfer I know. Again, don't tell him I said that. Also a ~light~ kleptomaniac and future tax cheat. If we're including that stuff.

Then there's Kie. Kiara. My best girlfriend and platonic soulmate packed into one. She has the prettiest dark curly hair, and when she's not saving turtles, listening to Marley, or getting Dolphin tattoos, she hangs out with us. I don't know why she chose us, but she did and we're all the better for it. She's a rich kid, technically- a foot in both worlds. Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists, and actually my first place of employment. Not sure how much her parents love us though, I kind of lost my touch with them after I threw a drink on a customer while I was clocked in. They didn't fire me though, I still work there occasionally when they need the help.

Next in line, there's Pope. Always the brains of the operation and our collective voice of reason. Taller than me by a mile, and a finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst merit scholarship. Definitely the smartest person I know, but often loses his shot with girls when he brings up that he plans on being a coroner. Someone has to do it, I guess. His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you want on the island, Heyward could get it for you. Now I'm not sure what Heyward knew what to make about his son and his friends, but it didn't matter. He's a pogue like us.

Lastly, John B. John Booker, if you want to be technical about it. He's the most loyal person I've ever met, and the other founding member of our club, a true golden retriever boy when you get to know him. You can always rely on JB in a pinch, which happens more often than any of us would care to admit. He's the temporary, not legal, owner of the chateau, our typical hangout and clubhouse. He's the name sake of his dad, and looks just like him. Big John, by now, has been missing at sea for around 9 months. The rest of us have lost hope that he will ever come back, but John B refuses to admit he's gone until his fathers body is found. I understand that. DCS is hot on John B's tail, considering his uncle, his current legal guardian, is quite literally in another state and has been for months.

Then, there's me. Snowy. Snowy Hansley. It's a nickname I never shook from when I first moved to the OBX, being from Canada and all. I'm one to be picked on for using Canadian slang, and an occasional "kick a ginger day" victim. I haven't cut my hair since I moved because my mom says hair holds memories and feelings, so I suppose I'm unintentionally the superstitious type. I was adopted by JJ and John B at a dance a few weeks after I moved to town- my parents wanted me to go and make friends. I held the door for them as they were stepping behind the building to go shotgun before going back in, and JJ asked me to come with them. I'd never drank before, but I supposed I learned to shotgun from the best. Then, the rest is history.

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A/N;

Hi to anyone who's reading this! I hope it's not too cringey, I'm trying to emulate the right vibe.

(EDIT: This first chapter is so shit- I swear it gets so much better so please don't give up on me just yet, I'm going to come back and rewrite this one when I get the chance)

Anyway, thank you for being here and give me your thoughts! I'm not going to give any spoilers but I've got a lot planned for this :). That being said, please share your ideas and stuff you want to see here with me! Literally I am open to absolutely any suggestions.

Thank you for reading!! It'll get more exciting shortly- I promise. -R

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gaymansruse · 2 years

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𝒇 𝒓 𝒂 𝒈 𝒊 𝒍 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔 || 𝘦.𝘮

Eddie Munson x gn! reader Summary → Being Eddie's best friend and having a crush on him is tough. What happens when he asks out Chrissy and you feel a bit jealous.

Word Count → 978 Requested → no Request Status → open

A/n || This isn't canon to the ST plot, Chrissy doesn't die, Eddie isn't considered a murderer [ he's still 'the freak' ]. I'm sorry if you don't like that, criticism is very much welcome. Also this is fairly short, and I might write a part 2. Happy reading! <3

➽─────────────────────────────────────────❥ You were currently sitting in the back of Eddie's van, smoking one of his pre-rolled joints that he had stashed as you waited for him to finish his latest drug deal.

You had been waiting there for him to finish up for about twenty minutes already, getting slightly bored you opened the door at the back of the van and started swinging your legs off the edge.

What the hell is taking him so long?

His deals took a while sometimes, but not like this. You were too cought up in your own thoughts to notice both the front seat doors had opened and not just Eddie, but Chrissy Cunningham hopped in too.

"Close the door will ya?" You heard Eddie say over his shoulder.

"You got it boss." You responded in a sarcastic tone. "So what's the cheer princess doing here?"

"She's not the cheer princess, be nice [y/n]. Anyway, we're going back to my place to get some of the stronger shit. I'll drop you off on our way there." Eddie said, making you slightly confused. You doubt Chrissy had ever done any sort of drugs in her life so why would she try and get the 'stronger shit'. Eddie knows not to push peoples limits with drugs, something else is up.

And not only that he's blowing you off to sell drugs to some priss.. Well you know she's actually really nice, but you were slightly annoyed, he's been blowing you off to do other things for the last two weeks now.

"I thought we were hanging out tonight?"

"Sorry dude, plans change. But we can hang out tomorrow, promise." Chrissy had stayed silent for that entire conversation, and Eddie had just started up the van.

The entire car ride was filled with Eddie trying to impress Chrissy, and Chrissy doing the hair twirl thingy and giggling. And you sat in the back, very awkwardly, waiting for your stop.

Eventually, you'se had reached your house. Very clumsily getting out the van and giving them a half hearted wave as you walked up the drive-way. Eddie didn't even honk his horn as a goodbye.

You walked into your house, kicking your shoes off and putting them on the rack near the door. You made your way to your room and jumped onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow.

Eddie likes Chrissy..

You should be happy for him, that's what really matters, that he's happy. But you couldn't help but feel a sort of pain, I mean you've liked him since you first talked to him on your first day of high school.

But you couldn't get yourself hung up on those thoughts, feeling sorry for yourself would do no good in this situation.

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You had fallen asleep after trying to deter your thoughts to something other than Eddie, but that didn't work very well and you were now dreaming about him being outside your window, knocking on the glass to get your attention.

You stared at him groggily, before getting up with your quilt wrapped around your body as you made your way to your window and opened it for him.

"C'mon dream Ed, s'cold out side, wouldn' want ya t'get sick." He very ungracefully made his way through and stumbled into your room.

"Dream Ed?" He questioned, seemingly confused. Of course he's confused, he's confused by everything so obviously he'd be confused in your dream.

"Yeah, y'dream Eddie, real Eds is off with Chrissy, prolly kissin' n' stuff." You answered casually.

"Ahh, okay. So real Ed is off kissing Chrissy, and what does dream Ed do?"

"Dream Ed is here t'taunt me about m'feelings." You kept slurring all your words in your sleepy state and Eddie found it quite adorable.

"May dream Eddie know what these feelings are about?"

"Must you?"

"If I say yes, does that mean you'll have to tell me?"

You groaned at him, very much not in the mood for this type of banter at the moment. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes to get more serious. "If I tell you, you can't tell real Eds what I told you. Pinky promise." You stuck your pinky finger out for him to lock his with.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He hooked his pinky finger with yours in an unspoken promise.

You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him. "I have a wee bit of a crush on real Eddie, but he likes Chrissy, and I'm happy for him ya know? But I can't help feeling upset because I've liked him for like.. ever. And I know I should just get over my feelings and push it all aside, because he deserved to be happy and I can't provide that for him, not like Chrissy can at least. And she's so pretty and nice and-"

At this point Eddie could tell you were rambling, but he wasn't paying attention like he usually would, he was too caught up in the fact that you liked him. Yeah he liked Chrissy, thought she was sweet enough, but he was only showing off to her to try and get over you. But he wasn't gonna tell you that right now.

Not in your tired sleepy state, not when you can't even comprehend that he was really there and it wasn't a dream.

"[y/n] I think you should go to sleep, especially after telling me such a big secret after all."

"Yeah, yeah. I think you're right." You layed yourself down on your bed, still wrapped up in your quilt, eddie was sat at the edge of your bed, positioning your favourite stuffed teddy next to your head as you closed your eyes to sleep.

You could've sworn that as you driffed off to sleep dream eddie kissed your forehead, but that's impossible.

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Attack Dog pt 3

Sweet Pea X Reader

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Sweet Pea POV

Jones chickened out and didn't talk to her that day. I chickened out and hid from her for most of the week. I think being honest with her frightened me more than I thought. I let her see a weakness, even if she could probably guess it before I said anything.

I laid out on my couch in my trailer that Friday night, mulling it over. I ran my palms down my face hard, trying to wipe away the cringe I felt about what I said to her before the Serpent thing.

“I'll be fine Arch, talk to you later” the sound of YNs voice in the trailer park sent me upright immediately. I peaked out behind the curtain into the clearing of the park to watch yn hang up her phone and head towards Jones’. What the fuck? She can't be here. I watched as she knocked gently on his door, almost immediately it was opened and he gestured her in.

I waited a few moments before weighing up my thoughts. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. But what's going on in there? Maybe I do care?

My thoughts were interrupted at the sight of the leader YN had punched into the face last week strolling through the park with some of his confidants. Oh shit. He took out a list, no doubt with our names on it before heading to the trailer closest to the exit, 5 up from Jones. I then saw YN come darting out of his trailer. Was she crying? Oh shit. She slammed the door behind her and tried to collect herself.

I shot up and out of the trailer as I watched the group of Serpents move to the next trailer up and knock on the door. Without really thinking, I ran out across the centre of the park and straight into YNs side, taking her clean off the ground and up and over onto my shoulder. She screamed as I bolted around the back of Jones' trailer and into the wooded area.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She half shouted after I dropped her to the ground but before I clasped my hand over her mouth. She pushed it away.

“Shh YN, we have to get back to my trailer-”

“-Im not going anywhere with you you freak!” Her eyes were burning red, she was definitely crying but my attack on her had seemed to chase away the tears.

“Your best friends are at the entrance of the park, I'm sure it's just rent they're here for but we gotta get you away from where he might see you” I tried to hide the desperation in my eyes but she saw right through it. She seemed to soften slightly, weighing up her options.

“Or you can go back to Jugheads?” She scoffed at this. As if on que Jones came out of his trailer and called for YN.

“He must have heard you screaming your head off” I rolled my eyes.

“Its not my fault a giant wall crashed into me” she bit. I caught her forearm and crouched down. I waited for Jones to walk towards the entrance. The others must be at least one trailer up by now. Very quickly I ran the both of us across the centre of the park again before YN could object. The sinking sun helped to cover us as we barrelled into my house, I released her arm quickly almost flinging her across the width of the trailer in doing so. I quickly glanced out the closed curtain and saw Jones talking to the Serpents. Phew.

“You're so annoying” my head whipped around to hers in shock.

“I save you, for a second time might I add, and I'm the problem?” I watched her shuffle from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Oh really she's doubling down on this? I went to speak again but the sound of a fist off metal of door caused us both to jump. I caught YNs arm again and dragged her into my bedroom.

“Stay in here and stay quiet” I closed the door on her before she could object.

“Hello everyone, here for the rent?” I tried to be as relaxed as possible opening the door to my fellow Serpents, rent envelope in hand. They nodded before taking the slip.

“We're having a birthday barbeque outside if you want to join SP” I watched him gesture towards other Serpents as they began to set up. Oh shit.

“Ehhh I'm actually not feeling the best, all that Northside air I've been getting but maybe next time” I went to close the door quickly but a boot landed between it and the frame.

“Okay SP, but don't let that shiny new school make you forget where you came from” I nodded to him slowly as he removed his foot and turned back to the group.

As soon as I had the front door closed, YN had my bedroom door open. Oh shit I hope it was clean in there.

“Do they not sell vacuums on the Southside?”

“Oh my god do you ever take a break from the attack?”

“Says the man that just grabbed me off the side of the road!” she moved towards me, an angry tone building in her. Oh she's not gonna wanna shout at me that's for sure.

“Maybe you'd find it easier to fit back in here if you weren't such a bitch all the time” I looked from her to back outside, yup they're gonna be camped out there eating and drinking for all hours. I sighed looking back to a silent YN who just had her eyes fixed on me, jaw clenched.

“I….that didn't come out how I meant it to?” I tried to salvage the situation as I saw her begin to shake gently, clearly fighting back tears that got away earlier.

“No you meant what you said you were just being-”

“-Harsh” I sat down on the sofa again, cutting her off and gestured for her to do the same. She stayed stood.

“I was going to say honest….I should probably go”

“Id say you're stuck here for the night, they're settling in outside for a long one, Jones too and as much as Id love to see the panic in his face at you leaving my trailer late at night, it's not worth the others maybe recognising you” I gave a half smile. It would be pretty funny to watch Jones try to understand her leaving here. She looked around the space, I suddenly felt very self conscious.

“Look it's up to you, I'm just gonna be watching TV and trying not to be tempted outside by all the fun”

“So you'd stay in here with me instead of going out to your family?” I buried the smile that tried to grow on my face. She finally understanding what the Serpents were to me.

“Yeah but mostly I don't want you rooting through all my stuff” a smile returned to her face, the anger drifting away. She finally nodded, before pulling out her phone to text her mom, probably. It's so weird having parents like that who'd want to know where you're sleeping on a Friday night. I flicked on the tv and patted the seat next to me for her to join, the whole time I could see the cogs turning in her mind. The noise outside began to grow as I'm sure more Serpents came to play.

We channel surfed for an hour or two in silence and eventually landed on some cooking show. I fought the sleep off as best I could before it finally took me with it.

I woke some time later to the sound of very drunk Serpents absolutely mangling a rendition of Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift. I blinked the dark trailer into focus, feeling a weight into my shoulder. I glanced down to find YN asleep against me. Clearly the antics took her energy from her too. I allowed myself to smile at her, only because there was no one else around to corroborate that I did. The sound of a glass bottle smashing off the side of the trailer jolted YN awake and she gently fell back against me, still dozing. She then shot forward as if she remembered where she was and was horrified by it.

“Sorry sorry I fell asleep” she rubbed her eyes while trying to play it off. I missed the warmth alongside me.

“It's okay we just dozed off” another bottle was flung onto the side of the trailer causing us both to jump.

“You sleep in my room, I'll sleep out here, I'll get you a shirt or something to sleep in hang on” I stood on weary legs before directing YN to my bedroom and rifling around in the drawers for something clean. I tossed her an old band tee before leaving her to get changed, arranging a makeshift bed on my sofa.

“Night Sweet Pea….thanks for letting me stay” I caught a glimpse of her in the doorway before she closed me off. I wish she'd only wear my shirts for the rest of our days. I shook the thought from my head and stretched against the sofa as I rolled in. The shouting and singing growing from outside.

I drifted off for about an hour or so, I was woken up hammering on the front door as 2am reared its head.

“Jones?” I squinted an eye and tried to wake my voice.

Part 4

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princessconsuela120 · 11 months

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Chapter Three: Hello My Old Heart —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex.

Author's Note: I've started to add my own songs that display the story, since this is also a partly different storyline. Also, side not I love Kenny so much, their friendship is just "Mwah.” And depending on certain chapter some may have a different art heading. For example, this lovely art by @silvell shows the picture Juno has hanging in her car, that is said in the chapter. Enjoy you guys!

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I HATE DRIVING THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING. My old and practically broken truck seems to be even louder when no one else is around. It smelt like leather in here, from my maneuver i'm assuming. It was way too early to be on the road. The polaroid picture Kyle gave me dangled from a loose string tied to my mirror, a small pile of empty Diet-coke cans and Sunny D bottles clang together on the floor of the passenger seat, filling more of the quietness along with the squeaking. When it came to being that my brother could finally drive, our parents were skeptical on what to do. We owned a nice car to give to one of us when we were ready, but the two of us couldn't share anything for shit. After a long 15 round game of rock paper scissors, I had lost the car. But my parents felt bad for me, so my dad gave me his old weed van, usually used for moving weed, that was now used for moving living room sets while I was accompanied by my childhood Garfield plush.

A loud sigh left my chest as I parked the car, taking a full 15 minutes to collect myself before walking to the entrance. I was surprised to see my brother’s girlfriend, and my close friend Wendy Testaburger standing at the door, protesting?

“All babies want to get borned! All babies want to get borned! All babies want to get borned!” She shouted, holding a sign up in the air, one I could tell she drew by the large cute eyes she gave to the baby.

“Hey, Wendy.” I greeted, smiling at the brunette as she lowered her sign.

“Oh, hi, Juno. How are you?” She said sweetly, giving me a kind smile, one that seemed to calm my nerves about being here. Wendy Testaburger was one of the kindest, most welcoming people I have ever met. I was relatively close with her ever since kindergarten, and happy that if my brother dated anyone it was her. She was wonderful, and never failed to make me feel important. And she wasn't judging me for being here of all places, you could tell she wasn't.

“You know, pretty solid. You’re a protestor now?” I asked, causing her to look down at her sign with a chuckle.

“Yeah well, PC principal said we could get extra credit protesting for a cause and well, you know how much I love babies..” she said awkwardly, not expecting to see a classmate during her protest.

“So did you write that paper for Worth's class yet?” I asked, and she nodded her head as she let her sign drop completely at her sides.

“No, not yet. I tried to work on it last night, but I'm having trouble concentrating.” she explained, making me nod.

“Oh, well, I'll give you some of my Adderall.” It's not like I'd be able to use it for a while anyway.

“No, thanks. I'm off pills.”

“That's a wise choice, because I knew this girl, she had this crazy freak-out… Because she took too many meds at once...And she just ripped off her clothes, dove into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall...And was like, "I am a kraken from the sea!"” I explained, chuckling at the memory as Wendy gave me a strange look.

“Juno, that was you…i was there..” she said softly, making me nod at the awkward silence before making my way inside.

“Well, it's good seeing you, Wendy. I’ll probably see you later at the house.” I said as I left, but Wendy didn't let up.

“Your baby probably has a beating heart, you know.” She shouted after me, causing me to sigh as I kept walking. “It can feel pain. And it has fingernails!” I stopped, turning to look at her with furrowed brows.

“Fingernails? Really?” I asked, not really directing it to her either, mostly just surprised at the revelation . I continued my way inside, being greeted by a strange looking girl sitting at the reception desk. Considering the knowledge I had gained from when Stan went goth, I think she was goth as well. She was adorned in black makeup, and as pale as snow, and had silver and black jewelry covering her body. Yuo, definitely a goth. Probably forced into this job by her parents, because she didn't seem to want to be there anymore than I did.

“Welcome to Women Now, where women are trusted friends. Please put your hands where I can see them and surrender any bombs.” She said in a low monotone voice, not once looking up at me from her computer.

“Hey, I'm here for the big show.” I joked, earning a glare from the receptionist.

“Your name, please?”

“Juno Marsh.” I said, handing her my printed paperwork from the previous night. She glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. She thinks I'm using a fake name, like Gene Simmons or Mother Teresa. SHe let her eyebrow fall back to its normal spot, before handing me even more paperwork to sign below my already printed paper.

“I need you to fill these out, and don't skip the hairy details. We need to know about every score and every sore.” She said, before gesturing to the jar full of individually wrapped condoms. Kinda like how hair salons have a jar of lollipops, the abortion clinic had condoms. It really helped with the scenery. “Would you like a free condom? They're boysenberry.”

“No, I'm off sex right now.” I replied, taking my paperwork. I don't think I'll ever be “on” sex again if I'm being honest.

“My boyfriend uses them every time we have intercourse.” she said with a smirk, finally looking up at me again. “They make his junk smell like pie.” I didn't look back at her, simply giving a look as I walked away, handing the paperwork in as I went to sit down.

I think this was the first time in a while I was aware of the fact that I was biting my fingernails. Fingernails. Damn you Wendy Testaburger. My eyes shifted back and forth around the room, the noise of nails scratching against magazines captivating my mind. I looked around at the other women, then at their fingernails, most of them being picked at or anxiously scratching against some kind of surface, and that's when I broke. I bolted for the door, ignoring any looks I may have received, and I ran for Kenny’s house not too far from the clinic. Wendy sent me a proud smile, shouting at me that she was proud of me before I ran out of her view.

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“Dude, what are you doing here? I'm supposed to come get you at 4.” Kenny said, greeting me at the door, confused by my anxious pacing back and forth. I stopped, slapping my hands to my side as I looked up at him.

“I couldn't do it, Ken. It smelled like a dentist's office in there.” i began pacing again when Kenny came fully out of his house. “And there were horrible magazines with water stains. The receptionist tried to get me to take condoms that look like grape suckers… And just babbling away about her frigging boyfriend's pie balls.”

“Sick..” Kenny mumbled, making me roll my eyes as I stopped pacing. My eyes widened as I ran through the events in my head.

“And Wendy Testaburger was there. And she was like, "Oh, hi. Babies have fingernails." Fingernails!” I shouted, shoving my fingernails in his face, causing Kenny to push my hands down gently, pulling his hood off to address the seriousness of my outburst.

“That's gruesome. Do you think the baby can scratch your vag on the way out...?” Kenny teased, making scratching motions as I groaned, running my hands down my face. I take a moment to collect myself, before making direct eye contact with him.

“I'm staying pregnant, Kenny.” I grumbled, making Kenny look around, coming up to me and holding his hands over my mouth dramatically.

“Dude. You gotta keep your voice down, okay? My mom is inside. She doesn't know that we're sexually active.” He said anxiously, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. Now since he's my best friend I can say this, but Kenny Mccormick is the biggest horndog on planet earth. He was getting blowjobs before I even knew what those were. I love him to death, he's my other half and all, but there was no way his mom didn't know she gave birth to a monster. He sighed at my questioning look.

“Okay, maybe she definitely knows I'm sexually active, but if she hears you she’s gonna wanna talk to me about it and I can't deal with that shit dude.” He whined, grabbing my arms and pulling me to follow him to the park nearby, to our spot.

“What does that even mean? I've been thinking. I was thinking I could have this baby and give it to someone that totally needs it. Like a woman with a bum ovary, or a couple nice lesbos. Maybe Big Gay Al and Mr Slave want a baby, they seem like they'd love a nice jewish redheaded child.” I said, and he gave me a look, his face scrunched up with disgust at the thought of me being pregnant.

“But then you're gonna get huge, and your chest is gonna milktate...And you're gonna have to, tell people that you're pregnant. And you won't be able to smoke for a while.” He explained, and I found it hard to argue, but still I tried.

“Maybe they'll canonize me for being so selfless.”

“Or maybe they'll, like, totally shit and be really, really mad...And not let you graduate or go to the Springs for spring break.” Somehow I had ended up hoisted on Kenny's back, getting a piggyback from the boy all the way to the park. I honestly don't know how he held my weight up sometimes, but Piggyback rides were just something we did.

“I was gonna go to the Rockies’s with Kyle anyway.” I said nonchalantly, not seeing the smirk that formed on Kenny’s lips at my words.

“You should look at adoption ads. I see them all the time in the PennySaver.” He offered, making me laugh slightly.

“They still make a newspaper?” He shook me, trying to get me to fall off his back before I giggled loudly, pulling myself back up.

“Shut up, you know I can't afford tv news.”

“They really have ads for parents?” I asked, and he nodded, detouring to grab a newspaper from the park entrance.

“Yeah. "Desperately Seeking Spawn." Right next to, terriers and iguanas and used fitness equipment and stuff. It's totally legit.” He took a newspaper, and carried us to our park bench, carefully dropping me onto it.

Somehow, after hours spent reading the newspaper, Kenny and I had ended up grabbing slushies from the convenient stand, exactly what we needed in the 20 degree Colorado weather. My legs were over his lap as we laid messily flipping through the news.

"Wholesome, spiritually wealthy couple have found true love with each other." All that's missing is your bastard.” Kenny read out loud, nudging me when he looked over at me laying my head back, not paying attention.

“I want a parakeet.” I mumbled, the sunglasses I was wearing being pulled from my face as Kenny tried to get my attention.

“You're totally not even listening to me.”

“No, I heard you. I don't wanna give the baby to a family...That describes themselves as wholesome.” I explained, taking a long swig from my slushie as Kenny sighed with defeat.

“Why?”

“I just want something a little edgier.” I explained, sitting up in my spot. Kenny kept scanning the newspaper.

“What did you have in mind exactly?”

“I was thinking more like a graphic designer, mid-thirties… With a cool Asian girlfriend who dresses awesome and rocks out on the bass” I explained, turning to see Kenny giving me a look that said ‘are you serious right now.’ I smiled at him, my now blue lips widening. “But I don't wanna be too particular.”

“Okay. How about this? "Educated, successful couple seeking infant...To join our family of five. You will be compensated. Help us complete the circle of love." That sounds great.” He seemed to hesitate on saying they were ‘great,’ and I can see why.

“They sound like a frigging cult. They already have three kids. They're just greedy little bitches.” I groaned, feeling the defeat of this search, wondering why I didn't just go to Unplanned parenthood and drop off my fetus for them to grow themselves.

“Juno, how about this one?” Kenny shoved my arm, a sense of excitement as he handed me the newspaper. They were Mark and Vanessa Loring...And they were beautiful even in black and white.

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“Where the fuck have you been!?” Stan shouted, not allowing me a moment of peace. I swear the second the front door opened he was screaming. I do love my brother, he was quite literally me with a penis, but that didn't change the fact that I really hated him sometimes. The fact that our parents were out to dinner right now didn't help the volume of Stan’s screaming.

“Out.” I grumbled, placing my keys in the key holder before trying to walk away. I needed a drink, damn you alcohol blocking fetus.

“Right, of course. You were “out.”” Stan scoffed, making me roll my eyes as I turned to face him.

“What do you want, Stan?” I asked coldly, and he just sighed, taking a second to look at me. Then his eyes trailed down, and he looked at my stomach. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…he knew. How the fuck did he know. God damn my life.

“I know okay? I saw the fucking papers on your bed.” He said, throwing the crumbled up abortion document at me. I wanted to cry, I could feel angry tears pricking at my eyes, and a burning bile forming on the back of my throat.

“You had no right, that was my fucking privacy! You just can’t mind your own damn business!” I shouted, pointing a shaky finger at him, trying desperately to hold back my tears.

“You got an abortion Juno! An abortion! Without telling anyone, do you understand how fucking insane that is!” He shouted back, and I sighed, trying to calm myself and Stan.

“Yes, I do and just listen to me okay I think that..” he interrupted.

“What the hell were you thinking!? What if mom found that paper, what if dad did!?” He continued shouting, his face turning a deep crimson as the oxygen was cut off due to all his screaming.

“I know I know, just listen to me…” He interrupted again.

“That’s so dangerous Juno, what if something happened, regardless of the fact you’re fucking pregnant, what if you got hurt?” He continued rambling, about to keep talking before I grabbed the napkin holder off the table, chucking it at him angrily. He ducked, letting the holder hit the wall as I began speaking.

“I didn’t get an abortion okay! Because your dumb girlfriend wouldn’t shut up about how my fetus has fingernails. Fingernails!” I shouted back at him, holding my hands out, before sighed and held a hand over my chest. “I'm sorry, you know I love Wendy I just, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” Everything seemed to dawn on me at that moment. He still didn't know it was Kyle’s. He didn't know that a part of his best friend was growing inside of me right now, and he was already this angry. And this isn't even the worst of it all. I still had parents to tell, and classmates to find out, and a whole life that I used to have that was now gone. I couldn't help but feel my chest closing in.

“You are fucking insane you know that?” Stan hissed, and I simply rolled my eyes, holding a hand on my chest to keep back my panicked tears.

“Oh please, you’re a seventeen year old alcoholic, but I’m the crazy one.” I laughed bitterly, hunching over on the table as I heard Stan huff behind me.

“You’re seventeen too Juno, you’re fucking seventeen, and you’re pregnant! What are you even gonna do? This is beyond irresponsible, you’re never getting your life back after this!”

“God stan I know okay! I fucking know!” I shouted back, Stan staring back at me with empty eyes. “And, you yelling at me isn’t making it any fucking easier. I’m so scared shitless and I just, I need my brother. I need..” My breathing began picking up, as I knelt down to the ground, closing in on myself. It was like something clicked in Stan's mind, that I was still his sister. His baby sister, who was losing her breath on the ground.

“Hey, hey I’m sorry.” He said softly, kneeling down and pulling me into his chest. “I’m sorry. It’s okay Junebug, I’m right here.” he reassured, holding me close as I sobbed into his chest. I pulled away, sighing as I wiped my tears.

“I-i have a whole plan. Kenny and I found this couple, in the Penny saver. I’m gonna go and meet them, and hopefully give them the baby once it’s born. I just, I need your help telling mom and dad.” Stan nodded, pulling me back into his chest, his heart racing just as fast as mine.

“Of course Junebug, I’ll be there.”

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski

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your stupid nerd stuff

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader [wc 1.8k]

warnings; steve is mean to you in one part... but only for a little bit, swearing, friends to lovers, fluff, pet names (stevie, bub), not edited :), mention of hellfire but no other season 4 stuff

“oh, before we go in i should tell you something.”

you and steve were waiting in his car outside the diner. he had asked you if you wanted to hang out with him after school. you agreed of course. steve was your best friend.

“what’s up?”

“i’m also meeting a girl here. linda, you know her.”

“oh. why’d you ask me to come then?” you laughed, but it didn’t reach your eyes. steve didn’t notice.

he shrugged. “i thought you guys could become friends. i really think she might be the one.”

you rolled your eyes. “every girl is ‘the one’, steve.”

“i can drop you off at your place if you don’t wanna go in with me, i don’t mind.”

“no, i’m alright. i’ll be civil, i swear.” your parents weren’t home, meaning the house would be painfully silent. it was no fun, and you liked hanging out with steve. you could just ignore the girl, it would be easy.

as you walked in, you immediately saw linda. her blonde hair was permed, and poofed up higher than steves. you had to stifle a laugh.

steve led you to the table, hand on the small of your back. it was a normal gesture, but it always made your heart speed up. he sat with linda, leaving you to the other side, alone.

“hi, stevie!” linda exclaimed, getting out of her seat to hug him. “and you.”

“y/n.” you say, paying no mind to the fact that she used your nickname for him.

“right. how was your day, steve?”

steve smiled, “good, actually. just hung around with the kids today. how was your day?”

“the kids! i forgot you babysat. that’s so sweet of you!” if you looked closer, linda probably had hearts in her eyes. “i hung around with my girlfriends. you should come to one of our nights, y/n!” her enthusiasm was clearly fake. you and steve both knew that he didn’t babysit the kids, you were all good friends.

“oh, i don’t know. doesn’t really sound like my thing.” you gave a smile, as to say ‘i’m sorry’.

“then what is your thing?” she was moving closer to steve, most likely placing her hand on his thigh. you almost gagged.

“i play dungeons and dragons with the kids.” you knew she was playing dumb. her and her friend group had always picked on you and hellfire. steve didn’t know about her picking on you and the kids.

“oh right! that’s so funny!” you have her a puzzled look. “oh, y’know, because hellfire’s a cult.”

“hellfire is not a cult, linda.” you said sternly.

you turned to steve, hoping he would say something, especially because dustin, mike, and lucas were in the club. he just looked away.

“whatever you say, it is very strange how you guys play a kids game, though.” she scoffed. she had a look on her face that said, why is this strange girl in a cult club even in the same booth as us?

you two were not getting along well.

“hi there, are you guys ready to order yet?” the waitress cut the awkward silence.

steve and linda ordered. “i’m not hungry.” you said once the waitress turned to you.

linda has gotten a milkshake for her and steve to share. the thought of it almost made you throw up.

steve knew you were hungry because he heard your stomach growl on the way over. still, he didn’t say anything. he didn’t pay any attention to you. his eyes only on linda and her big hair and chunky bracelets. they would jingle every time she moved her hands, which was a lot.

it was weird to see steve so invested in what she was saying. she didn’t like movies, she didn’t like the music you two listened to, and she loved to party. steve wasn’t much of a partier anymore, and for good reason. last party he went to, things didn’t end well.

if it was just you guys, you and steve would’ve talked about the most recent hellfire campaign and how dustin nearly fucked it all up for the group. you wished it was just you and him.

you were silent for most of the time, obviously a third wheel. you focused on the music playing in the back, someone putting coins in to replay a certain song over and over again. before you knew it, they were ready to leave.

“y/n, we’re leaving. taking linda home, too.”

linda was already out the door. “i think i’m just going to walk home.”

“what? it’s freezing out, i’m not letting you walk home.”

“i live a couple blocks away, i can make it. plus, i just need some fresh air right now. i feel sick.” you said. not sick as in ‘i’ve caught a cold and have a stuffy nose’, but as in ‘i feel so annoying and awful and just need alone time’.

steve wouldn’t budge. “no, i’ll take you and linda home and we can go back to my place and watch a movie. i’ve had your favorite hiding in my closet. i stole from family video for you.”

you almost broke down at the last sentence. “no, steve. you can go party with linda or whatever she likes to do. i’ll just walk home.”

“hey, y/n-” he started, but you were already out of the door.

linda was sitting on the hood of his car, fixing her lipstick and checking she looked good in her little handheld mirror. “y/n.”

you turned to look at her. “what?”

“i don’t know why steve likes you, you’re clearly a freak.” she teased in a low voice so steve wouldn’t hear. he was far behind you, having left the diner a little bit after you.

it was cold. you turned, your face directly in the breeze. “thanks.” you said simply.

walking farther away from the diner, you heard linda yell for steve, using your nickname for him. it made you so unbelievably angry.

it’s just a couple blocks, you told yourself. i can make it, i won’t freeze and die.

though, you wondered if steve would even care if you froze to death, or if he would be too infatuated with linda to notice.

your face was frozen, and your nose was probably going to fall off soon. you hadn’t even noticed the tears falling from your eyes. you hated crying, and you hated that steve had made you cry.

after years of friendship, he never noticed the way you looked at him. he never noticed how you would drop everything and help him if he needed. the thing that sucked the most about it, the kids knew. they all wanted you to admit your feelings for him. although they always said he felt the same, you knew he didn’t. the way he looked at you screamed,_ this is my friend and my friend only._

it hurt, the fact that he loved you in a different way than you loved him.

upon reaching your house, the lights were off and there was no car in the garage. you were home alone, once again. usually if you were home alone, steve would come rushing over with food and a movie. he knew what it was like to be alone for hours on end. it was not fun.

unlocking the door, you sighed and flopped onto the couch. it was warm and cozy. you wished steve was here.

you didn’t stop crying until you fell asleep.

when you woke up, your face was puffy and swollen. “i hate crying.” you mumbled.

what you didn’t expect was a knock on your door. according to the clock on the wall, it was 7 am. no one in your group would be up this early on their own accord.

opening the door, you were greeted with dustin. he would definitely not be up this early unless something was wrong. “dustin? why are you here so early?”

he was out of breath. “it’s steve, something happened! you need to come quick.”

you looked behind him, seeing he brought two bikes with him. “oh my god, okay, give me a second.”

you put on your shoes, dustin grabbing your hand to pull you towards the bike. you rode to steve’s house as fast as you could, thinking the worst had happened to him.

“i’ll wait out here, he just really needs you right now.” dustin explained, leaning the bike on the kickstand.

you almost laughed at the thought of steve “really needing” you. nevertheless, you knocked on his door.

he opened it and immediately pulled you inside. “steve, wha-”

“i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me last night, i was really shitty and shouldn’t have let you walk home alone. you’re probably sick now or something and i really hate that i did that.” he was ranting. you couldn’t do anything but stare.

“steve, it’s alright.” you didn’t want to say it was alright, because he had made you feel bad, but you felt awful.

“no! it’s not alright, i fucked up and i understand if you won’t wanna be my friend anymore it’s just... i can’t lose you, y/n.” he was breathing heavily and his eyes were watering.

you stepped closer, pulling him into a hug. it felt nice, for the both of you.

“i just really love you and i can’t believe i was so stupid and an asshole last night.”

you froze. “you what?”

“oh c’mon, wasn’t it obvious? i’ve loved you for a long ass time, bub.”

you shakily laughed, “it was definitely not obvious, harrington.”

the more steve thought about it and he agreed, he was awful at letting his true feelings show. it was even worse that he constantly had other girls at his side. “no, you’re right. god i hate that you’re right.”

you both laughed. it felt weird to laugh with him. he was so close, you could almost feel his heart beating. “i’m always right.”

with that, he kisses your cheek. once you laugh, he starts to place little kisses around your whole face. soon, you both are a mess. he looks up, “is this alright?”

you nod, not saying a word. he kisses you. you had to remind yourself to breathe and that this wasn’t a dream. “i love you.” he says, then kissing you again. it’s a repeating process.

“i love you too, stevie.” you tease.

“shut up, nerd.” he wouldn’t admit it, but he almost threw up when linda called him stevie. it was reserved for you, and only you.

“oh, so now you like nerds? wow, steve harrington, you are full of surprises.” you laugh. in the back of his mind, he would love to learn how to play dungeon and dragons with you and the gang. he would love to get closer to you all like that. he would love to be a nerd with you.

“i’ve always loved nerds. i love listening to you talk about all of your stupid nerd stuff, nerd.”

“i hate you.”

you loved him.

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okay... i had this idea before i fell asleep and i tried to write it MULTIPLE TIMES and it never ended up like how i imagined it being so sorry for that, this is the best you’ll get <3

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things

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