#like there was a perfect opening to be like ‘nope but I’m not straight either’ but I just got fucking scared

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 44 || The Question at the End

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, heartwarmingly filthy smut (includes choking), fluff, & a ticklish tinge of angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.7k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——YOU WEREN’T PREPARED FOR the man that is Nanami Kento. Nope, nothing could mentally ready you for the way he eases his cock into you for what felt like hours on end, making you lose all sense of thought as he forces you to feel each and every inch and vein that decorates his member.

You don’t remember anything from when he was finger fucking you in his vehicle to now as your legs are pressed up against your chest with Nanami’s hands roughly squeezing onto the plush underside of your thighs while he stuffs you full of his girthy length.

“Fuuuck,” Nanami groaned, his hair disheveled and his eyes lustful and low-lidded as he gazed down at the flushed fucked out expression on your face. “You’re-, shit… you’re milking my cock, darling… hah, squeezing me so damn tight,”

Through the course of the list, you’ve experienced all kinds of sex but nothing quite like this. When Nanami said he fucks rough he wasn’t referring to his pace, instead, he was referring to the filth that leaves his lips and the stretch of his dick squeezing into you. It’s more of a buildup to that roughness he was referring to and you liked every second of that.

He’s a confident man, he knows how women react to his size. And as for you? Oh you felt like a virgin trying to take him in at first. Thank god for the car ride that consisted of him fingering you because you quickly realized how necessary that was.

Not only was that helpful but Nanami’s sexy voice was in your ear as he eased himself into you. He spoke so softly, so kindly, his tone laced in honey with how sweet it was as each word went straight to your core and only made his entry more slippery.

He hadn’t tied you up just yet, he’d revisit that idea later.

As he initially entered you, those soft lips of his were against your ear, saying things like, “Shhh, I know it’s big but you can take it, right?”

To which your nails would scrape against his back and your jaw would fall, leaving your mouth open with obscene moans leaving you, “I c-can’t-, f-fuuuck… ohmygod…” You whined and whined, to which he only went slower.

You’re not sure if it helped for him to go slower or if you just wanted him to thrust the rest in but either way, you were struggling.

“C’mon, that’s it, I’m almost-,” He grunts heavily, his warm breath hitting your skin, “A-Almost all the way in. You’re doing so good f’me, such a good girl aren’t you?”

You nodded weakly. He was halfway in but you couldn’t really tell. Your legs wrapped around his large muscular body and god he was a big man. His build was so damn perfect over you and his gentleness just made you melt beneath him.

“Uh-huh…” You babbled out to the man.

Nanami shifted down to the area right below your jaw and kissed you passionately before whispering to you, “You’re taking me so well, love.”

Yep, your walls suddenly clamp around his cock and Nanami lets out a moan against you.

“Kento,” You squeaked out, a whimper following his name as each inch of him was buried inside you, “You’re s’deep,” You slurred out.

Nanami nods, “Mhmm, I know… Here,” He moves a hand to grab your arm and you feel his fingers slip along your palm before they interlace with your own, squeezing your delicate hand in his own, “Hold on to me, I’ll make sure you feel good soon, okay?”

The sex was so soft and light that it had you utterly flustered. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself in a situation like this. Nanami moved so that his face was over your own and his eyes gazed so deeply into yours while he held your hand to comfort you through his hefty size.

His hips begin to draw back and you hiss when he then presses himself down into you again, the tip of his cock simply mushing into that tear-jerking spot inside you. Your delicate fingers squeeze onto his hand for dear life as Nanami works up a steady and simple pace. You were breathing so heavily and your eyes were hardly open.

Your jaw remained slack as soft moans poured from your moist lips, “M-Mmmgh… Kento,” You called, voice breathy.

The man tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed as he tries not to lose himself in the way your cunt just sucks him right back in each time he draws himself out, “Hm?” He inches his face to yours, “What is it, pretty? Talk to me.” He requested, and damn the way his voice was just as breathy as yours.

The whole situation was so hot, heavy, and intimate, far more intimate than you were expecting it to be. Your eyes dipped down to his lips and you felt his hands move your thighs farther apart before his chest pressed against yours.

“K-Kiss me,” You breathed.

Nanami chuckles, just barely, “Is that how you ask?” He groaned out slightly, his cock stretching you open as he voices his words to you.

You bite your lower lip for a moment to stifle the next whine that threatened to escape before turning your head to the side and uttering a desperate, “Please?”

The man moved his lips to your cheek, then slid over to your ear, “Look at me first,” He instructed.

Just before you get the chance to do so, his hand suddenly weighs into yours and you feel your fingers dip into the mattress a bit as Nanami holds himself up using your clasped hands. Then, his free hand comes up to your face, specifically your chin, and forces your head to turn to him.

Pleasureful tears are welling up in your eyes and you feel so embarrassed as you look at him. Nanami gives you this comforting small smile and your heart flutters like crazy.

“Please kiss me,” You say softly.

Nanami inclines himself down to you just a bit more, his warm lips brushing over your own, “Beg some more f’me,” He grunts, and you feel his dick sliding out of you a bit more than before, and he thrusts right back in moments later.

That was when things started to shift. “Please?” You’re so quick to follow his words, almost without a second thought.

He frowns to mock you, “So cute. Say it again.”

“P-Please?” You moaned this time, feeling his thick inches knock into you a bit harder than before, making you choke on air for a moment.

Then, your cunt simply floods around his cock when Nanami pushes his lips to yours, groaning out a very low and very sexy, “Good girl.”

Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed and the kiss with Nanami was slow and firm, wet and plump lips slipping over one another before your tongues connected sloppily as his pace picked up.

You got so unintentionally loud, moaning against Nanami with little to no control over the sounds escaping your lips. His name left you like a damn mantra with the way he begins to, slowly, yet roughly drive his girthy cock into your squelching cunt.

Sounds of sex filled the air, loud as it always was, yet your moaning was slightly downed out by Nanami’s deep and guttural groans. That, along with the lewd sounds of your pussy just slobbering around his shaft.

Nanami’s lips pried from yours at some point and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his dick simply clobbered into your gummy walls, the wet slap of his thick base to your cunt echoing throughout the room. 

“You’re one perverted girl, y’know that?” Nanami suddenly pointed out as he pushed himself up a bit. His hand releases yours and the man sits back on his heels, placing those large hands of his to your upper thighs and then giving your body a tug.

A pornographic moan is ripped from your throat as his cock is felt impossibly deeper inside you. The slight change in positioning made Nanami penetrate so much further inside you, your pussy squeezing around the man ridiculously tight as he ups his thrusts.

Your entire body twitches when his thumb is felt at your clit, rolling such slow but painfully pleasurable circles around the sensitive but.

“M-My god-,” You gasp, your back arching off the bed, “M’gonna cum, s-shit… K-Kento-,”

“Mhm,” Nanami hums, biting his lip for a moment at the sight of your breasts jerking forward with his each thrust, “I knoww,” He coos, “Cum on my cock, lemme’ feel it, darling.”

The harsh smack of his pelvis to yours as he fucked his length into you filled your ears. You couldn’t think for a moment, couldn’t see, drool was dripping down out of the corner of your mouth, and his name rolled off your tongue more times than could be counted as your orgasm crashed over you.

Your legs tried to close around him but his free hand prevented that action as it was placed on your thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Instinctively, your hand reaches down to where his thumb was driving you over the edge and you try stopping the touch, overstimulation clouding your mind.

“C’monn, don’t push me away, pretty girl,” Nanami hushes out.

His voice made the entire thing so much worse. And he knew it too, he could feel how your cunt twitches and clamps around his already slick member, knowing his tone and words made you wetter than you were.

Your hands continue to try and move his hands away from your clit, wanting just a second to try and collect yourself. That was when Nanami decided now was a good time to revisit his thoughts from earlier.

There was a previously disregarded tie lying idly on his bed not too far from the two of you. One hand remains on your clit, driving you absolutely insane as his other hand reached for the tie.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until the pressure from your clit was suddenly lifted and your hands were brought together. You let out a filthy cry of pleasure as Nanami leans his muscular body over yours, pinning your hands up and above your head.

He shakes his head at your expression and his hips just don’t stop pounding his hefty cock into you, the bed beginning to rock with his each thrust. “Kinky woman you are.” He comments, “You probably wanted this to happen, huh? S’that why you were being so disobedient?”

A slight smile pulls at the corner of your lips, the sight not going unnoticed even through your fucked out expression. “M-Maybe, ah, fuuck…” You moaned out, “B-But, haah… y-you’re the one who-, m-mmmh… wanted t-to tie me up, aagnh-, a-anyways…” You get out, your words slurred and broken due to his heavy balls slapping against your skin as he bottomed you out.

You felt a fabric wrapping around your wrists, the feeling of being restricted completely foreign to you.

Nanami scoffs and his ability to fuck you and tie your hands up at the same time genuinely amuses you. “Oh? Someone’s quite talkative now,” He teases, clearly mocking how just a few minutes ago the most you could get out was his name.

You bite your lip hard for a second, trying to keep a whimper in whilst Nanami’s hand squeezes around your tied wrists, pinning you down to the bed while he begins rolling his hips down into yours, again making you really feel his every inch and vein.

“Ha-ahh… fuck, s-shut up,” You babble out.

Nanami cocks a brow at you, “I’d love to see you try and make me.” He tests, leaning down so that his lips ghost your own, “Shut me up, go on-,”

His words cut off suddenly as you purposefully close your walls around him, using what little strength you have in you to do so. The man moans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock so suddenly, completely eating his words to you.

You flash a lustful smile at him, “Mgh… You were saying?” Your words are still breathy but even so, your confidence turned the man on like crazy.

Nanami bites his bottom lip and then scoffs, “Do that again ‘nd see what happens,” He challenges.

And who were you to not accept said challenge? Again, you clench around Nanami’s dick but this time, you’re all too quickly put in your place.

He lets go of your pinned hands, pulling the tie from you as he leans up and tosses his head back with an almost annoyed groan. “I had no plans on actually fucking you like a slut but,” He rolls his head back into place and meets your eyes for only a moment, “Seems’ like a brat like you needs to be put in her place.”

The tie that’d been around your wrist is brought up to the man’s mouth as he holds it there while moving. Your body is rapidly manhandled and Nanami pulls out of you for just a moment to flip you over. He then lifts your hips and forces your back into an arch.

After which, you moan loudly into the mattress as he thrusts his cock back into you. Then, your wrists are taken into his hold again, quickly crossed over one another behind your back, and then tied together.

And if that wasn’t enough, once your hands are firmly tied together, Nanami reaches over for something you don’t see. You don’t get a chance to mentally process the way he takes his belt and moves it to loop around your neck, using that to tug your head up from the mattress as his hips beat into your ass.

Your eyes widened, air and your voice left your throat completely, and you felt so stupidly cockdrunk in what felt like seconds. Your hands were tied behind your back, and the upper half of your body was forced up by a belt that wasn’t pulling you too tight but tight enough for you to have zero control.

“K-Kento, f-fu-uck… p-please-,” You whimpered as you felt his massive tip just pound into your sweet spot, making your eyes cross in lust.

Nanami scoffs and tugs you back enough so that he can speak into your ear, “Please what?” He grunts, “I thought you wanted me to shut up?”

His voice is so damn low now, almost lower than before? It’s husked in arousal and you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

“M’sorry,” You whine, “Ohfuck, f-fuck… Kento, mmmh… m’cumming, s-shit-,” It came so unexpectedly, your release coating his member in a messy slick as he fucked you from behind.

He chuckled suddenly and your eyes rolled back when he suddenly moved his free hand to shove two fingers into your mouth, “Give it to me, love,” He whispered so sweetly despite his hips crashing into yours so angrily.

Your jaw just fell and his fingers dove deeper into your mouth, drool and spit leaking out your mouth as you moaned and groaned around his thick digits. Your entire body spasmed and twitched as instead of just experiencing an orgasm, a different, but familiar, sensation takes over and you squirt unexpectedly.

Nanami groaned deeply against your ear, “Fuuuuck… You-, mgh… hah, messed’ up my sheets, pretty girl,” He points out, as if the fabric wasn’t long since soiled since he brought you into the bedroom.

You couldn’t respond to him. Your legs were shaking, an airy whine was leaving your lips, your throat trembled as the sound left you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Nanami let up on you after that.

His fingers leave your mouth, you choke out a staggered exhale, and his hand releases the belt, allowing your body to go forward and limp in front of him. His hands then find comfort on your hips and his thrusting slows only a bit to give you a moment's rest.

You’re moaning weakly into the sheets and your tied hands are trying to reach back and feel the man. Nanami, feeling pity for you, grabs ahold of one of your hands as he continues to stroke your insides juust right.

“Did’ so good for me, darling.” He praises, “So fuckin’ good.” His words left him in pants and you could tell you weren’t the only one feeling drained.

You found the strange sense of comfort wash over your body whilst he slowed his thrusts but kept holding your hand. While his thrusts grew slower, they also grew harder. Slow and harsh jerks of his hips into your ass just made you so dumb, his well-defined pelvis felt clashing into your ass over and over and over.

His stamina was top-notch, something you could hardly keep up with anymore.

“K-Kento… mmmh… s-so-, oh… s’deep…” You mumbled into the bed, missing the way he smiles softly at your fucked out state.

Nanami shrugs a bit, “Could’ go deeper if you want.”

You shook your head no amusingly fast. “N-No, you’re… aah… you’re de-eep enough…” Your words were coming out in broken moans and a tear slipped out of your eye as you simply took what he gave you.

The man chuckled, “Uhuh, I bet I am…” He mocked.

You wish you would have argued with that but your brain was too fuzzy with lust, arousal, and satisfaction that you couldn’t think straight. 

Nanami took his other hand that wasn’t holding yours and placed it on your ass, spreading you apart slightly so he could get a good look at the mess you’ve made of his cock. The sight was like no other, it made his breath hitch.

“Shit,” Nanami cursed, “Such a messy girl…” He points out, then tosses his head back as he feels you pulse around his shaft. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep-“

You move slowly, with the last of your energy to force your hips back to meet his heavy thrusts. Then, you turn your head and meet Nanami’s gaze.

Good lord that man was sexy. He was sweaty, his eyes were so low and clouded in this dazed stupor, lips parted with pants leaving him, and his abs were so clearly tensed.

His thrusting slowed and slowed until he came to a half-stop, watching the way you fucked yourself back on him. Nanami lets out a grunt, then a groan, like a really deep pussy-throbbing groan that let you know he was close. That, and you felt him grasp onto your hand tighter, his mouth shutting as he grits his teeth and furrowed his brows.

Even fucked out, if there’s one thing you still knew how to do, it was how to have lazy sex (Choso was to thank that for that). You rolled your hips as you continued your movements, feeling his cock glide in and out of you so smoothly.

Nanami lets out a moan and then suddenly grabs onto your hips, quickly pushing you so that his member slipped out of you before allowing himself to cum on your ass.

Somewhere deep deep down inside, you wished he came inside you but, you knew you needed to start being more careful. You’ve had sex with too many men to simply let the majority of them cum inside you. In the chance that you were to get pregnant, you wouldn’t want to have to go through the stress of figuring out whose it is.

That thought aside, Nanami was quick to untie your wrists and then lean his body over yours. You pushed yourself up just barely using your elbows so that your faces could meet and it seemed like you both had the same thing in mind, moving to share a sweet and sensual kiss.

You felt as the bed dipped a bit on your left side, Nanami’s right hand going to caress your obviously tired body as he kissed you.

When he pulls away, his eyes are gentle on yours, “You did so good for me,” He whispers.

Those words make you smile sleepily, “Did I?” You murmur back to the man.

He nods, “Mhm,” He then gives you another peck, “Now that that’s done,” Nanami shifts to kiss your forehead and then leans away from you, “Let me clean you up.”

In no world would you have been allowed to protest against that as Nanami was quick to move to act on his words.

In terms of aftercare, you think you’ve experienced the best of the best but… Nanami is just…

Well, you’re not sure any of the men you’ve dealt with have not only given you a bath but also massaged your feet as if they were a damn professional. Then, if that wasn’t enough, Nanami didn’t even allow you to lift a finger for the remainder of the night.

He asked if you wanted to stay or if you wanted him to take you home and after you settled on the first option, Nanami not only insisted that you sleep in his bed but also made sure you were completely taken care of.

Before allowing you to drift off to sleep, he offered you tea, meds, and even food-- all of which you sleepily denied, telling him you’d be fine until the morning. He then insisted that you take at least one of the offered items, to which you settled on the tea.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Nanami was such a caring man. Perhaps in another life…

No, you’ve got enough drama on your own. You don’t need to add a third man to that list-

Speaking of lists…

That’s…

That’s it.

It’s over. The list of people Gojo Satoru blackmailed you into seducing to clear his debt is complete.

As this information renders to you, you are now sitting up in Nanami’s large bed, the man sitting not too far from you flicking through channels on the big flatscreen TV as you sipped on the tea he’d given you.

After today… You could just run to Choso.

Or…

Or Gojo.

You blink at your own thoughts. 

Or Gojo? What the hell? Since when was he an option? Despite you being conflicted, thinking about running to either of them to live some kind of happily ever after makes your heart feel all fluttery.

You sit back a bit, resting against the pillows behind you and you drink more of the given tea. Then, a sudden thought sparks.

“Kento,” You call, your voice as delicate as ever.

He finds some channel and when you look over to him, you notice he’s wearing reading glasses. He really is stupidly attractive without trying.

Nanami turns to you, “Yes? Everything okay?”

You grin, “Mhm, everything’s fine. I just uhm…” You swallow, “Can I ask you something.”

His eyes spark in curiosity, “Of course.”

You glance away from him, “Uh, you know who Gojo is, right?” Why did your question come out so dumb? You don’t know, you’re tired and you wanted to see if you could get even the slightest answer about that debt of his.

Nanami quirks a brow, “Gojo, as in, Gojo Satoru? Gojo the walking headache Satoru?” He grumbles.

You giggle, “Yeah, him.”

“Yes, I know him, why?” The blond asks.

You let out a sigh. There’s no reason you can’t ask Nanami about the debt right? With that thought, you look at him, “Does he owe you anything?” You ask vaguely.

Obviously, you know the answer to that since Gojo said he’s in debt-

“Owe me anything?” Nanami echoes in a confused manner, “Like what?”

Think, think, think, think-, “I mean like, does he owe you any favors?” You manage out.

“Why?” The blond deflects.

It was odd he didn’t answer the question just yet. Was he hiding something or was he truly confused?

“W-Well, Satoru owes me something so I was curious if he uh, owed things to a lot of people,” Yep, that came straight out of your ass.

You’ve gotten way too good at lying. Choso might not like that-

“No,” Nanami says.

Silence followed his answer.

No? Your brows furrowed and you chuckled, “No? No, what?” You murmured, acting as though you were questioning.

“You asked if he owed me anything, right?” Nanami shrugs, “The answer is no, Gojo doesn’t owe me anything. But I’m not surprised someone like him owes you something,” He jokes.

You just blink.

Did you hear all that correctly?

What…

What the hell does that mean??

If Gojo doesn’t owe Nanami anything, why the fuck did you just sleep with him? Well, it’s not like you regret it or anything, the sex was great but…

What the fuck is going on??

Nanami suddenly snaps his fingers, “You alright?”

You blink out of your thoughts, “Y-Yeah. So wait,” You return to your questions, “Satoru’s not in debt with you or anything?” You ask, receiving a confused stare from Nanami. To make yourself not seem weird, you quickly add on, “L-Like he is with me?”

Nanami laughs a bit, “I’m afraid not. I wouldn’t even allow Gojo to owe me anything, he’d never pay it back knowing him. Even so, is everything okay with you and him? Do you need help getting him to pay the debt he owes you-“

“N-No,” You unintentionally cut off, “Sorry, thanks for offering to help but uhm,” You turn your head to face forward, losing yourself in deep thought, “I’m fine. I’ll uh, figure things out with him myself.”

Nanami gazes at you for a long moment and then he brushes the topic off, turning back to the TV.

You, on the other hand, have never been this damn confused in your life. Why… Why would Gojo make you sleep with Nanami if he doesn’t owe him anything?

What if… What if Gojo really is just an asshole after all? What if you just forgot who the hell that man was?

You must have.

Yeah, you forgot. This is the same man who’s threatened you numerous times. You’ve been blinded. You forgot why Gojo really said he was doing this to you.

Forget the debt of his.

Forget those stupid and bullshit lies of him claiming to love you.

Fuck his stupid ass tears and confessions.

Screw this damn diamond necklace that still lay around your neck at this very moment.

Fuck Gojo Satoru.

That’s the same man who said from the very beginning…

He only started the list, because he was bored. How’d you forget? To him, it was all just a fucking game, remember?

‘And what better entertainment than watching Shoko's roomie get slut-shamed by the whole school?’ You forgot about that.

Your heart caves in your chest and you feel this twisted and burning feeling well up inside you. Before you settle on hating Gojo again, you want clear and direct answers.

R-Right?

Shit. You can’t stop the flashing and haunted memories of his sobbing. Why would he cry like that if this was all just a game to him? Does he just regret it that bad? Did he want you to feel sorry for him?

Shit. You hate this. You want to cry and scream at the same time. 

Replaying his soft words makes your heart ache. No matter what happens, even through death, my heart will always beat for you.

But then, replaying his other words brings anger to your veins. I want the whole school to see what a fucking slut you are.

So…

Which statement is the real Gojo? Which words poured from his lips hold the truth? 

Does he actually love you or… have you just been a pawn in his fucked up little game all this time? A piece to his twisted puzzle? Or, the missing fragment to his fractured heart?

What is it that you symbolize in the eyes of Gojo Satoru?

Now that the list is over, you’re left with two final options.

A. Demand Gojo to explain himself even though the chances of that being successful are slim to none.

Or;

B. Forget Gojo, free your mind, & run to the man who’s freakishly devoted to you; Choso Kamo.

The choice was yours.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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A/N: can't believe i actually wrote this, but yaay!! i did it!!

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SUMMARY: Harry has been in love with Y/N since forever. Unfortunately the plan he comes up with to win her over leads her to meet the man she eventually would get engaged to...

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“This is literally the worst plan I’ve ever heard.”

“No, it is brilliant!”

“Brilliantly stupid,” Niall retorts, staring at his best friend who is standing in front of the tiny mirror they managed to squeeze into their dorm room. Harry runs his fingers through his unruly curls, settling them in a messy, but organized way before grabbing his jacket and phone. 

“Why would it be stupid? It will work out perfectly. These speed dating things never work, we will have a round with each other and I will prove that I’m the perfect guy for her! Easy!”

Niall can’t help but bark out a laugh from his bed.

“Yeah, that’s a cool fairytale, but have you thought of everything that could go wrong?”

“Nope, because nothing will go wrong. Don’t piss me off, I’m about to win over the girl I’ve been in love with my whole life. Why are you being so bitter?”

“I’m just… not sure this is the best way to do it,” Niall sighs.

“It’ll be fine. I have to go now. Wish me luck!”

And with that he is out of the small, cramped room. 

Harry is quick to forget about Niall’s warning, in his mind, it’s the perfect plan. He begged Y/N to come to this speed dating event held on campus for a week before she finally agreed. He’s convinced there’ll be no one he should be worried about and he has thought about what it will be like when he will be sitting in front of her, how he will charm her and finally step over the lines of friendship and head towards something more. 

It all played out well in his head. 

He meets her by the café that’s the location of the event. She is already there, wearing a flowy dress with a denim jacket over, she is not too dolled up, but he can tell she spent quite some time in the bathroom probably before leaving.

She looks breathtaking. 

“Hey there,” he smiles widely as he walks up to her. “Ready?”

“Not really,” she huffs out a short, nervous laugh.

“Come on, it will be fun!” he smirks, opening the door for her, catching the scent of her sweet perfume as she walks past him. 

They come here often between lectures, now the tables are lined up straight, two chairs by each of them with notebooks and pens waiting to be used during the speedy rounds. There are a handful of people lingering around already and soon enough the place fills up and the event starts. Harry and Y/N end up sitting a couple of tables away from each other, so it will take about five rounds for them to meet. The host of the event explains how it works: every round is ten minutes long, either people get five minutes to tell the person across from them about themselves. At the end of a round they can exchange numbers and carry on with the event or they can decide to step out of the line and carry their conversation on. 

Harry is confident as he waits for it to start, while Y/N seems nervous as she examines the men sitting in front of the line of women. The bell that signals the start and end of the rounds rings and everyone focuses on the person sitting across the table. 

One round, two rounds, three rounds go by, Harry tries his best to focus on the girls he talks to, but he is just too excited to finally get to Y/N. She is now just one table away from him, only one more girl before he finally gets to take the chair in front of her. 

The round ends and it’s time to move to the next table. Harry is collecting his notebook and pen when he sees two figures stand up from the corner of his eyes. He turns to his right and sees Y/N standing up from her table along with the guy she just talked to in the last round. 

Harry’s stomach drops and his jaw hangs open for a moment as he watches the two of them move to a table on the side, she is laughing and the guy touches her arm as they exclude themselves from the rest of the daters. 

Harry is frozen, panic settles in the pit of his stomach, then someone nudges him to move and he is forced to carry on while the table she was sitting at before is now awfully empty. 

He was not expecting this. This was not part of his plan, he was supposed to be the one to sweep her off her feet, not some random guy. He forces himself to carry on with the rounds, but he can barely focus, he keeps looking back at Y/N, but she seems quite happy to be talking to the guy. 

It feels like forever until there are no more rounds and everyone is free to chat with whoever caught their eyes. Harry is tempted to go over to Y/N, make the guy leave and claim her to be his. But all he can do is just watch as the girl he’s been in love with forever falls for someone else. 

It’s his personal hell. 

Hours go by and they are still talking, but Harry can’t watch it any longer. He sends her a text saying he’s gone back to the dorm and to text him when she is home as well. When he walks into his room Niall is about to ask how it went, but just one look on his face is enough to figure out the plan did not work. 

He lies in bed wide awake for hours and then her text finally arrives.

Y/N: Back in the dorm :) thanks for asking me to come, it was awesome! I’ll tell you about Oscar tomorrow Xx

Oscar. Harry didn’t want to know who she chose over him, but now he had a name and even though he knew nothing about him, he hated the guy. 

With a heavy heart he drops the phone to his night stand and stares at the wall until the Sun rises. 

Harry has read over the menu at least five times by the time Y/N walks into the restaurant finally. It hasn’t been that long since the last time he saw her, he can still feel that stinging feeling in his chest every time he sees her he’s felt in the past years. 

“Sorry, finding a parking spot was impossible,” she huffs as she reaches the table, he stands and they share a short, but tight hug.

“It’s fine,” he smiles. 

“Have you ordered?” she asks, grabbing the menu Harry’s been staring at the last ten minutes. 

“No, not yet.”

He watches her read through the menu, though they both know she will order the same thing she always gets, no matter where they eat. The waitress comes and takes their order and when she’s gone they are finally focusing on each other. 

Meeting up has been harder since they finished college two years ago, even though they live in the same city. Harry has been working at a label the past year and Y/N secured a great position at a firm after graduation, so they both have been quite busy.

Especially Y/N, because her and Oscar moved in together after school was over. They’ve been dating for almost two years then, so it was a logical move, but it didn’t make it easier on Harry, who’s been silently suffering since that stupid speed dating event he will forever regret asking Y/N to go to, because her and Oscar have been together for almost four years now, happier than ever, twisting the knife in his chest every time he has to see her being happy with someone else. 

“Ah, it’s been such a crazy week,” she sighs, leaning back in her seat. 

“Want to rant about it?” Harry smiles at her softly.

“Well…” Her lips curl upwards as she takes a deep breath before peeking up at him. “It’s not really something I want to rant about, because… It’s quite good news.”

Harry is just about to ask her to elaborate when she holds up her hand in front of him and it takes him a couple of seconds to put the picture together. But when it finally sinks in, he almost throws up.

There’s a shiny diamond ring sitting on her ring finger and the cheesiest smile is stretched across her face behind it. She wiggles her fingers as Harry’s lips part while he silently fights for his life to hold his not too uplifting feelings and thoughts bottled up. He succeeds, because she doesn’t realize just how much he is struggling. 

“It happened last weekend, I wanted to tell you right away, but I also wanted to tell you in person,” she enthuses, turning her hand so the ring is now facing her, the beaming smile should make Harry happy, but he can taste the awful bitterness again he’s been swallowing back for so long. 

She goes on to tell him every detail about the proposal, how romantic it was, from what Harry hears it was just how she imagined, but he is still frozen in shock, his eyes glued to the diamond on her finger. 

“So, now I’m a bride!” She finishes her speech, but as she looks at Harry her face falls. “Oh my God, I’m such an asshole!” She covers mouth and Harry’s stomach drops, thinking that his expression gave him away. “I’m telling you about my engagement when you are probably still not over the whole Wren thing.”

Wren? He almost asks her who Wren is, but he realizes that she is talking about the last girl he dated. Things ended a few weeks ago, but he already forgot about it, because it was the same as before. He couldn’t bear being with someone who wasn’t Y/N. 

“Ah, no, no…” he manages to speak up finally, gulping harshly. “It’s fine. And… congrats!” The smile on his face would probably not fool her, but she is too lost in her pink clouds. 

“Thank you! And there is one more thing. It will sound stupid,” she giggles, before continuing, “I don’t really have any girl best friends, I’ll have just a few bridesmaids, but… I want you to be my maid of honor?”

Harry is staring back at her with parted lips, her words playing in his mind on repeat.

“I know it sounds ridiculous, but Harry, you are my best friend and I want you there, by my side. So, what do you say?”

Blinking, he fights the part of him that wants to stand up and walk away. Because she is asking him to watch her marry someone from the front line, to assist her on her big day when he has imagined himself being the man she would one day walk down the aisle to. But now this image will be different and ruined forever, because she is marrying someone else. 

For a moment he is back at the speed dating event. He thinks about how he should have just told her how he felt instead of that ridiculous plan that brought her together with Oscar. Maybe she would have rejected him, but at least he could say that he tried. Now he has to put up with the pain of his heart breaking over and over again, all because he couldn’t man up and tell her he’d been in love with her. 

Exhaling slowly he licks his lips before nodding his head.

“Yeah. Sure. I’m happy to… I’m happy for you. I’ll be there for you.”

Harry had nothing against weddings. Up until it was the wedding of the woman he loved and he wasn’t the groom. 

As Y/N’s man of honor he couldn’t exclude himself from the planning process. Choosing decoration, cake tasting…. dress shopping… he suffered through it all while he had to come to terms with his unpleasant fate. 

Now it’s the night before the big day. The wedding is held in a botanical garden, there’s a small hotel connected to it, that’s where the guests are staying. It’s the perfect venue for the perfect wedding. 

Y/N is in her suit with her bridesmaids while Harry is in his own room. His suit is hanging on the door of the closet next to his bed, haunting him about what he will have to witness tomorrow with a smile on his face. He already thought of ways to get himself out of it, but he knows there’s no excuse good enough to miss Y/N’s wedding. 

His phone chimes on the nightstand with a text and when he looks at the screen Y/N’s name appears in the notification bar.

Y/N: come overrrr maid of honor!!

Then another text follows.

Y/N: we have champagne and I need my best friend here!!!

His thumbs linger over the keyboard, trying to come up with a reply, but then she keeps texting him, begging him to go over and he breaks. With a groan he puts on a hoodie and grabbing his keycard he heads down the hall to her suit. 

What welcomes him there is exactly what he was expecting. It’s like a sleepover, the bridesmaids are drinking and dancing around, Y/N is wearing a cheap veil on her head that’s attached to a tiara, wearing matching PJ’s with the rest of the girls. 

“Harry!” she beams when he is pulled into the suit by two girls, right into the middle of their little party. 

Y/N runs across the room and hugs him, she almost loses her balance, but he catches and steadies her with an arm around her waist. 

“How much champagne have you had?” he breathes out a short chuckle.

“Just a little,” she giggles. “Hey, I want to talk to you about something, come on.”

She takes his hand and pulls her into the bedroom, closing the door to have some privacy from the laughter and music outside. Her wedding dress is laid out on an armchair in the corner of the room, an open, pink suitcase by the bed, clothes flowing out of it. Her presence is all over the room and he wishes he could see these traces in his own home too. 

He sits on the edge of the bed and watches her grab a lip balm from her bag. She applies it and then keeps it in her hands, playing, fidgeting with it. 

“You seem worried,” he voices his thoughts. 

“No, I’m…” She sighs, looking up at him. “It’s natural, right?”

“What is?”

“That… I’m scared.”

“Of marrying him?”

“No, just generally. It’s a big step,” she shrugs. “I always dreamed of my wedding and now it’s all happening, I’m just… I don’t know, I’ve been thinking a lot, but it’s all part of the ride, right?”

She is trying her best to sound calm and collected, but Harry knows her better than anyone and can see through the mask. He knows she is having doubts and though these thoughts could be normal, Y/N is never one to doubt her decisions, so her current fears are definitely raising his concerns.

And his hopes as well.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” Y/N just shrugs. “Did Oscar do something to make you question it all?”

“No,” she chuckles, but it’s more bitter than genuine. “He is amazing, really.”

The stinging feeling returns in Harry’s chest, but he just keeps listening to her.

“I just… I don’t know, sometimes I question if we were meant to be. It’s all been so easy and convenient and maybe it’s just all the books and movies, but I imagined… more.”

It’s like the tiniest light is now forcing its way through the dark, thick walls Harry has built up around him, a glimmer of hope that maybe he still has a chance to make it right, that he hasn’t missed his chance. 

“Don’t marry him then,” he says, his heart hammering in his chest. 

“What?” she chuckles. 

“If you’re not sure, then don’t marry him.”

“Harry, I won’t call the wedding off. I love him.”

She turns away, but not before he could catch the look of doubt in her eyes, crystal clear, telling him this is the moment he missed all those years ago. 

He stands up from the bed and there’s a second when he almost changes his mind, but he has to do it or he might lose his mind forever. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

She stills, her back facing him. 

“I love you too Harry,” she says. “You’re my best friend.”

“But I’m in love with you.”

She doesn’t answer for so long he starts to think she didn’t even hear him, but then she slowly turns around with an unreadable look on her face and he decides to continue. 

“I’ve… been in love with you for so long, I don’t even remember what it’s like not to love you. I know it’s not ideal to tell you this right now, but I feel like if you’re questioning whether you should marry Oscar or not, it might… that maybe you’re…”

She’s still silent, just staring back at him, not giving away any emotion or thought. 

“Y/N, you can still call it off. I-I will be by your side and if you want to try and—”

“Stop.”

“I know it’s scary, but I love you and I would do anything–”

“Harry, stop!” she raises her voice and it finally gets him to stop talking. Clenching his jaw he takes a step backwards. 

Y/N exhales shakily, Harry is still unsure what she is thinking and the words are begging to keep bubbling from his mouth now that he started talking, but he swallows them down. Shaking her head she takes a step closer to him.

“You… Harry, I…” She is trying to find the words and Harry starts talking again, but he is cut off rather fast.

“I swear we–”

“You have the nerve to pour all of this onto me on the night before my wedding? Right after I tell you about my deepest fear?”

Now it’s clear to him. She is mad, her eyes are throwing flames, but he’s confused, this is not what he was expecting.

“Y/N, I just–”

“You just thought that choosing this vulnerable moment was the perfect timing to tell me you’ve been in love with me all this time?! What were you expecting, huh? That I would throw myself into your arms giggling and confess my love? Call my wedding off?”

“I-I’m… I don’t…”

“I can’t believe you! Get the hell out of here!” Turning around she wraps her arms around herself, breathing heavily. Harry reaches out and touches her shoulder, but she jerks away instantly. “Get out!” she screams. “And don’t even think about showing up tomorrow!”

Harry is in shock, denial, completely destroyed as he stares at the back of her head. He wants to beg for her to forgive him, to forget everything he said. He would rather suffer by her side than lose her, but he knows he has no choice now. 

He walks over to the door, looks back one more time, but she is still turned away, her body shaking. He opens the door, the music floods into the room from outside and he walks out without a word. 

He returns to his room, packs all of his stuff and under the shining stars, he drives away, barely seeing the road through his tears. 

Anne’s backyard looks magical this time of the year. The blooming flowers, the bright green grass, it’s a beautiful scenery and Harry would love to bask in it normally, but now he is just blankly staring ahead of him. 

It’s been a week since he confessed his love for Y/N at the worst possible moment and lost her forever. He has no idea who ended up being her maid of honor after his departure, he turned his phone off and hasn’t turned it on since. He would rather claw his eyes out than see all the wedding content from their mutual friends. He’s been hiding at his mum’s since then. 

“Tea?” Anne’s chirpy voice asks from the sliding doors.

“No thank you,” he answers. Anne sighs and he hears her footsteps, but he doesn’t look her way.

“You know you can’t hide here forever, right?”

“If you want me out of here just tell me that.”

“You know I love having you here as long as you want, but you’ll have to face reality at one point.”

“I’m hiding for a bit more, thanks.”

Anne sighs again and Harry hopes she would just let him be, but also knows she likes to say what’s on her mind.

“You know she was mad at the timing and not your feelings, right?”

“Mum…”

“Y/N loves you, romantically or not, she loves you. She might have to get over how you chose the worst possible moment to tell her you love her, but she will come around. And when it happens, you better not still be a mess.”

The sliding doors close behind her and he is left alone with his thoughts again. He hates how right she is, but it still hurts. 

Groaning he marches up to his room and digs his phone out from the depth of his suitcase. Turning it on the notifications start flooding in, texts, emails, voicemails, he is skipping most of them until his eyes catch one particular thing. Then another and he slowly starts to put the picture together and he fears he is about to have a heart attack.

The wedding never happened. Y/N didn’t marry Oscar. 

He drops his phone as if it was on fire and starts packing right away. He needs to get to the bottom of this, he needs to know if it was because of his confession. Even if she screams and cusses him out, he needs to find answers. What’s the worst that could happen? He is already on the floor, there’s only up from here.

How is it that no one knows where she is? 

Harry has been trying to track her down since he arrived back from the UK, going from one friend to the other, but no one knows where she’s been hiding since the catastrophic almost-wedding. Everyone is saying the same thing? she packed her stuff from the place she’d been sharing with Oscar, left and no one has seen her since. She just sent a few texts to her parents to let them know she’s alright, but that’s all. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath as he heads back to his home, completely lost about where she could be. 

He is trying to come up with other ideas as he is climbing the stairs up to his apartment. He slides the key into the lock, too deep in his thoughts to realize that it’s unlocked at first, but when he does, he freezes, then practically runs inside. 

He spots the familiar pink suitcase first, then hears the footsteps and a few moments later Y/N appears down the hallway. 

He is trying to find the right words, but nothing comes out his mouth as he is slowly walking closer to her. 

“I still had your spare keys,” she says quietly. The anger he last saw from her is now gone, she looks so small and broken and all he wants to do is wrap her in his arms and never let her go. But he knows they need to talk first.

“Have you been here all along?”

“Yeah. I promise I didn’t read your diary.” She cracked a joke, but her weak laugh doesn’t fool him.

“It’s fine. How… How are you? I know you didn’t…”

“I didn’t marry Oscar? Yeah. And I feel like shit.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have told you then, I was an idiot, you were right. I chose the worst moment, used your vulnerability and tried to use it to my advantage. I am so sorry.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Of course I regret. My timing was incredibly awful and disrespectfu–”

“No, not the timing. That you… That you told me.”

He clenches his jaw, thinking of what to say, but he decides he needs to be honest with her and with himself as well.

“I don’t regret telling you. I’ve been keeping it a secret for a very long time and it needed to be said. I’m not expecting you to forgive me, let alone… consider giving me a chance, but I just want you to know that I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Was there any other moment when you wanted to tell me before?”

“The speed dating event,” he answers right away. “I had this ridiculous plan that you would find me the best match and I would… finally tell you how I’d been feeling. But then…”

“Oscar,” she breathes out.

“Yeah, Oscar happened,” he smiles bitterly. 

She closes her eyes and he wishes he could read her mind, but he is just waiting patiently for her to process everything. Then she looks at him and finally starts talking.

“I thought you wanted to go there to pick up someone. I didn’t want to go, because I didn’t want to see you flirt with other girls.”

“What?” he whispers.

“I told myself I needed to get myself over you, because you’d never want me. Oscar was nice and funny, but… deep down I always kept comparing him to you. I hated myself for that, because he was so amazing, so caring and loving, but… not you.”

Tears start rolling down her cheeks and he can feel his throat closing up as well.

“I was so mad at you that night. You let me… go through with all that just to tell me you’ve always loved me the night before my wedding. I was angry and I felt like I was played with.”

“That was never my intention.”

“I know,” she nods. “When I calmed down I knew I couldn’t get married to Oscar. I went over to your room in the morning, but it was empty. I wanted to go after you, but I also needed some time to think.”

“And… where are you standing right now?” he asks as he walks over to her, but he’s still not touching her, giving her the chance to move back.

She never does.

“Do you still love me?”

“Y/N, I will never stop loving you.”

“Okay, good,” she breathes out. “Because love you too and if you–”

She doesn’t get to finish, he grabs her and kisses her like he should have all these years ago, like he wants to erase all the bad, the almost-wedding, the suffering, the miscommunication, nothing matters now that they finally met each other at the right time and place. 

“Isn’t it funny?” she breathes out against his lips.

“What is?”

“That you wanted to tell me you love me at a speed dating event, but it took you the longest fucking time to actually confess. It was anything, but speedy.”

He can’t help but laugh, because she is right, it’s comical. 

“Don’t they say good things take time?”

“Mhm, sure,” she grins, pulling him down for another kiss.

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Ring of Fire*

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Summary: The night after getting engaged in Portofino, Italy on Valentine’s Day turns into one of the best nights you and Joe have ever had.

(Part two to - Part 1)

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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February 14th, 2023

Joe had gotten dinner delivered to the Airbnb, and soon after we were done he couldn't wait much longer to get down to business.

He had just taken the empty take-out boxes into the kitchen fully clothed but by the time he walked back into the bedroom he was just in his boxers.

“Lose a few things on the way there?” - you giggled

“I’m a good multitasker.” - Joe shrugged

“C’mere goofball.” - you

Joe didn't waste any time crawling on top of me to fiercely press his lips to mine.

He shifted around till more of his body was on top of mine so he had something to grind himself on.

I could already feel his familiar erection through his thin cotton boxers, and the more he ground against me the deeper the ache of wanting him grew.

“Joey.” - you whimpered into his mouth

“What is it, baby?” - Joe

“Wanna touch you.” - you

Joe groaned as my hand wandered down his torso, making a beeline straight for his crotch to run my fingers over his bulge.

“Okay before we do anything, I need to admit something.” - Joe

“What’s that Joe?” - you

“I have fantasies about this night for years, and I kinda uhm… I don't know…” - Joe

“You already have a plan for how you want to have sex tonight.” - you finished his sentence

“Exactly. You don't have to, but I really want this to play out a certain way.” - Joe

“After everything you've done for me the past two days, I think sex your way might just be the perfect repayment. Just tell me what you need, and I'll do it.” - you

Joe nodded and stood up from the bed. I watched him grab the full-length mirror from one side of the room and set it up against the wall in front of the bed.

He quickly discarded his boxers and flopped onto the bed where he was sitting directly across from the mirror.

“Come here.” - Joe

I was about to stand up from the bed thinking Joe wanted me on my knees for him, but he stopped me and told me to sit behind him.

“Take your clothes off first… please.” - Joe

Giggling at his remembrance of manners, I discarded my clothes and scooted to sit behind him. My legs were on either side of his and my chest was to his back.

“So… no head today?” - you

“Nope.” - Joe

“What do you need, baby?” - you

“Your hand.” - Joe

“Oh okay… uhm should I take my ring off?” - you

“Hell no! Oh and… please use your left.” - Joe

I was slightly taken aback by Joe’s request because I couldn't remember the last time he asked for a handjob.

“Please, baby.” - Joe

He seemed whiny as if he wasn't able to wait any longer, and when my gaze flicked down to his fully erect cock… I understood why.

Joe’s shaft was fully red and throbbing, precum dripping out of his tip and onto his stomach practically begging for attention.

Now I needed to touch him.

After spitting into my left hand, I immediately wrapped it around his cock.

He groaned as I gave one slow pump but as soon as my pace got quicker, his head fell back onto my shoulder.

“Fuck, y/n…” - Joe grunted

It felt weird in this position with him. Joe was always dominant in bed… but right now it felt like the roles had reversed.

The mirror was such a hot move. Just watching myself stroke his dick as he looked completely blissed out.

Joe’s eyes were clenched closed, his glistening chest was progressively heaving, and his top teeth were sunk into his bottom lip.

He knew that if he opened his eyes and saw your hand, and that engagement ring, around his dick, that he'd immediately cum.

And a few minutes later, that's exactly what happened. Joe opened his eyes and immediately moaned when that ring he put on your finger sparkled in the light. You felt him harden even more and he immediately warned you of his upcoming climax.

“Shit! Fuck, I'm cumming!” - Joe

I let go of his slowly softening erection and rubbed over his chest. His breathing was irregular and I just wanted to get him calmed down before the next round.

“You good, baby?” - you

“Mhm. Just… gimme a minute.” - Joe

I took this time to get up and grab a washcloth to wipe off my hand and clean Joe up.

A few minutes later Joe was ready and he quickly crawled on top of me after laying me down.

“You drive me crazy…” - Joe whispered in your ear before he slowly kissed the side of your neck

“You drive me crazy.” - you laced your fingers into his hair

Joe slowly kissed my neck before he started moving his lips down my body.

Once he was close to his prize, Joe gently grasped my thighs and spread them.

“You are gorgeous.” - Joe groaned

Not long after that, he dropped his head and connected his lips to my dripping core. He gave a thorough suck to my clit before thrusting his tongue between my folds.

“Joe! Fuck!” - you moaned

Despite eating dinner just ten minutes ago, he ate me out like a starved man.

“You taste so good..” - Joe moaned

He was working me so well, continuing his assault with that fucking magic-like mouth. God, calling plays isn't the only thing it's good for.

“I’m close!” - you

I whined out of protest when he pulled away from me but just a second later he easily sunk two thick fingers into me.

“Oh god!” - you moaned

Joe leaned up to where his face was just inches from mine, and I could feel his breath on my lips.

“Can you take another one of my fingers?” - Joe

“I-” - you moaned

“Words, baby.” - Joe

“Yes!” - you

He slipped in a third finger and started rubbing me with his thumb.

“Joe…” - you whined

“Come for me. Come on my fingers.” - Joe

Not long after that I felt the built-up feeling in my stomach snap like a rubber band and I came hard.

Joe softly kissed my cheeks and lips to calm me down, and gently pulled his fingers out.

The sight of Joe sucking my essence off of his fingers was so fucking hot.

“God… you taste like candy.” - Joe leaned forward and pressed his lips onto yours

Tasting myself on his lips caused me to moan and arch up into him, feeling his hard cock on my thigh.

“Come here. I need to get inside you.” - Joe

He gently pulled me down to the edge of the bed where we were earlier and sat me on his thighs.

“I want you to ride me reverse cowgirl and watch how hot you look while doing it in the mirror. Sound good?” - Joe

There's the dominant Joe I know and love.

“Yes…” - you

Joe sat me on the ground and turned me to where I was facing the mirror before picking me up and setting me back on his lap, this time my back was to him.

He had me to where I was just barely hovering over his cock, Joe would tell me when to take him.

“You look so pretty, baby.” - Joe looked at you in the mirror

I watched him move his hands from my thighs to my stomach, then he moved them even higher till he was eventually cupping my breasts.

“Ride me.” - Joe

Sinking onto him, both Joe and I moaned when I was fully seated.

“You're so tight.. and so fucking wet for me.” - Joe

My eyes met Joe’s in the mirror and I watched his flick down to my engagement ring. When it did his cock twitched inside of me and I knew we both weren't going to last long.

“Who’s making you feel good?” - Joe

“Y-you.” - you

“Who?” - Joe

He reached down and pinched my clit, making me see stars and clamp down onto him hard while getting closer to my climax.

“Joey!” - you

At some point, Joe and I were both watching his thick-length move in and out, in and out, in and out.

“You like that? Watching my cock?” - Joe

“Joey... please.” - you

“Please what?” - Joe

“Make me come.” - you moaned

Without telling him what I specifically wanted, he nodded and started thrusting up inside me as I bounced on his lap.

“Fuck.” - Joe groaned into your shoulder

I slid my hands up my own body to cover Joe’s wanting to have even more contact with him.

“Who’s are you?” - Joe grunted

“Yo-your’s.” - you

“Exactly. You're all mine.” - Joe

My head fell back onto Joe’s shoulder as he continued pounding into me, I knew I was going to have an orgasm soon.

“Joey I'm so close!” - you

“Me too, baby. Almost there.” - Joe groaned

He laced his fingers with mine and grunted loudly as his thrusts started getting more sporadic.

A moment later, Joe dropped one of his hands to use his thumb on my clit, and after one certainly planned hard thrust my walls clamped down onto him hard.

“Joe, I'm cumming!” - you

“Fuck, y/n!” - Joe

We practically came in sync and I wasn't at all surprised when Joe collapsed backward and I tumbled on top of him.

Joe gently rubbed over my stomach for a few minutes, letting both of us catch our breath before he pulled out and laid down next to me. He pulled me into his chest and softly kissed my forehead while whispering words of praise.

“You did so well, my love.” - Joe gently stroked your cheek

“I love you.” - you nuzzled yourself into his neck

“I love you too.” - Joe wrapped an arm around your back

Minutes later Joe ushered me into the shower. I protested even getting up but he told me he'd do everything for me while we were in the shower… and he did.

Joe had an arm around my waist just in case I fell asleep standing up and washed my remaining makeup off before shampooing and conditioning my hair. He had to let go of me to wash my body, but the feeling of his hands softly rubbing over my body made up for the loss of contact.

Soon we would be leaving the warmth of the shower. The feel of the cold tiles on my feet made me shiver so Joe immediately wrapped a towel around me that had been on the warmer. I was so grateful to have such a great boyfriend fiance.

Joe slipped one of his large T-shirts over my head and put on a pair of boxers before ushering me into the bed.

As soon as he was under the covers I snuggled up to him, wanting to be close enough to him to feel the warmth his body emitted.

“Pretty girl.” - Joe moved a hair out of your face to kiss your forehead

“Handsome boy.” - you buried your face in his chest

“I love you.” - Joe

“I love you too, sheisty.” - you

“Goodnight.” - Joe chuckled

“Wait can I ask you something?” - you sleepily mumbled

“Of course.” - Joe

“Does my engagement ring… turn you on?” - you

It was a serious genuine question, so when Joe chuckled loudly I cut him a look that had him giving me a sheepish smile.

“No, the ring itself does not turn me on. Seeing it on you, knowing that I put that rock on your finger that physically shows that you're taken… turns me on.” - Joe

“Really?” - you giggled

“Yes. Guys will see that ring and be like… ‘damn she's got a nice fiance better not mess with her’ and I think that's so goddamn hot.” - Joe

“Sounds like insecure possessiveness.” - you

“Wait I didn't mean it like that… its hard to explain but…” - Joe

“Babe, I'm kidding. I just can't believe that I made you come that hard from a handjob earlier.” - you

“For real. I think I understand what Johnny Cash meant when he sang about a Ring of Fire.” - Joe

“Joseph Lee!” - you giggled

A few jokes and giggles later, I fell asleep in Joe’s arms. We fell asleep not as boyfriend and girlfriend, but for the first time, a couple engaged to be married.

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Authors note: on the 8th day of Christmas I gave y’all some smutty smut smut ❤️

Hope you enjoyed!! 🤍

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow smut

[ghosthunterbuck]

walking around with your heart

(buddie) (1.4k words) (spoilers for 6x04)

It fucking hurts. 

It fucking hurts, and maybe Hen was right, maybe it would’ve hurt either way, but this is worse, Buck thinks. He drops his phone to the counter top and buries his head in his arms. 

Spare parts. Defective spare parts, as it were. 

All Buck’s ever wanted to do is help, but he was cursed from the start. 

…family history bars you from participating in the donor program…

Buck’s phone rings on the counter. 

He ignores it. 

Then three texts come through in rapid succession. 

Hey Buck, give us a call?

We just heard from the facility

Think we need to talk

Buck picks the phone up and turns it over in his hand. Over and over, until he’s accidentally opened the camera and he’s staring at his own face. 

When Buck was a kid, adults always used to think he was hurt. They’d fuss, right up until they realized it was just his birthmark, and then they’d go back to doing whatever it was adults did. He never thought much of it, not really. Forgot it was there, most of the time, unless someone asked him about it. 

For a while, after the shooting, any time he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror he’d mistake it for blood. Eddie’s. 

Maddie told him once that it was an angel’s kiss. He always liked the thought of that. 

Now, though, as he stares at it on the screen of his phone, he wonders if it wasn’t a defective stamp, meant to differentiate him from all the perfect babies born at the hospital that day. A bright red mark that, from the beginning, was meant to say, “throw me away! I’m no good!”

His phone rings again. 

This time it’s Eddie. 

Buck answers the call before he has time to think better of it. 

“Hey Eds,” he says, quiet and subdued. 

“Uh-oh,” Eddie replies, sounding distant and tinny. “I know that voice. What’s wrong?”

Buck rolls his shoulders and forces a smile to his face. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Eddie hums disbelievingly. “Convincing, Buckley,” he says sarcastically. 

Despite himself, Buck’s fake smile morphs into something softer and a little more real. “Seriously, Eds, I’m fine.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Eddie replies. “Which is an excellent segue, because Mr. Independent has decided he’s going to sleep over at Benny’s after the movie tonight, and I’m going stir crazy.”

“And what, you think I’m just going to drop everything and come over?” Buck asks, grinning a little wider. 

“Nope,” Eddie says. “I am hoping you’ll open the door, though.”

Buck snorts and stands, crossing the short distance to the door and pulling it open. 

“Surprise,” Eddie says, holding up a case of beer, a paper grocery bag, and what honest-to-god looks like a blow up mattress. 

“You have keys,” Buck says, stepping back to let Eddie inside. 

“And I’d be very appreciative if you grabbed them for me.”

For a fleeting moment, Buck entertains the idea of sticking his hand in Eddie’s pocket and fishing around for keys. Then Eddie nods at the entryway, Buck spots them on the ground, and the illusion is shattered. 

“You know,” Buck says as he bends to scoop them, “I might have plans.”

“Do you?” Eddie asks, settling his load on the counter. 

Buck presses his lips together and mock glares at Eddie.

“Great,” Eddie grins. “In that case, we’re playing drunk Mario Kart until we can’t see straight.”

“And the air mattress?” Buck asks, prodding it with a finger. 

“You,” Eddie says, pointing at him, “don’t have a couch. And we’re too old to sit on the floor.”

Buck snorts out a laugh and ducks his head. “Fine,” he says. “You blow up the ‘couch’ and I’ll make popcorn.”

Eddie bumps against his shoulder. “Knew I could count on you.”

At least someone can, Buck thinks. 

…

“So,” Eddie says when they’re settled on the mattress, a bowl of popcorn between them, “you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing–” Buck begins to answer, before Eddie fixes him with that don’t-bullshit-me look he’s way too good at. Buck sighs. “It’s a long story.”

“We’ve got time,” Eddie says. 

Buck leans back and closes his eyes. “I ever tell you about my old roommate, Connor?”

“You’ve said his name, but I don’t think you’ve ever told me anything about him.”

Buck sighs. “He got married a few years back. His wife– she’s sweet. They’re a good match.” He pauses, but Eddie doesn’t interrupt him. “They want kids. But uh– Connor– he can’t, um. So they… asked me?” Buck cracks one eye open and looks at Eddie. 

He hums thoughtfully. “So that’s what’s got you in knots? You’re not sure how to turn them down?”

Buck chuckles mirthlessly. “No need, apparently. Did you know that a family history of childhood leukemia disqualifies you from making a sperm donation through a bank?”

“No, I– Buck,” Eddie says. 

“I said yes,” Buck says quietly. “A few weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?”

Buck bites his lip and looks away. “I told Hen.”

“Oh,” Eddie says quietly. 

“I just– they wanted their kid to be someone like me, Eds. I thought… I wanted to help.”

“But you can’t,” Eddie puts together. 

“No,” Buck says, “I fucking can’t.”

Eddie’s quiet for a long moment. “Is it really what you wanted?” he asks finally. 

“I—I’ve wanted kids my whole life,” Buck says. “And I know this wouldn’t have been the same, but if I could help someone else have it then maybe… maybe I…”

“Maybe you’d what?” Eddie asks, looking him in the eye. “Deserve to have it too?”

Buck swallows and ducks away from Eddie’s gaze. “Something like that,” he says quietly. 

“You know that’s not how it works, right?” Eddie asks gently. 

“Kind of seems like it does,” Buck mutters. 

Several seconds pass in contemplative silence. Eventually, Eddie breaks it. 

“You want to know what I think?” he asks. 

“Am I allowed to say no?” Buck jokes weakly. 

Eddie slaps his bicep lightly but allows his hand to linger. “I think you would have been miserable, knowing there was a kid out there with your eyes and heart and mind that you couldn’t call your own. I think you’d feel guilty every time you thought about him, and I think you’d be wondering, constantly, what it’d be like if he was yours. And I think you’d feel even more guilty about that, because I know you wouldn’t have considered it if you didn’t think your friends were going to be good parents.”

Buck allows his eyes to slip closed and focuses on Eddie’s hand as it slowly slides to his wrist. 

“I think you’re an incredible dad, and it would kill you to have a kid whose life you weren’t a part of.”

“M’not a dad, Eds, that’s the whole point,” Buck says, without opening his eyes. 

Eddie’s hand tightens around his wrist. “I don’t think that’s true,” he says softly. 

Buck furrows his eyebrows and blinks his eyes open. “What, you think I have a secret kid out there?”

Eddie snorts a laugh. “No, Buck. I think you made dinner last night, and went to the science fair the night before that. I think you went to the beach last weekend and spent the entire day chasing Christopher around with a bottle of sunscreen. I think I put you in my will for a reason. You’re a good dad, Buck. Whatever it is you think you have to do to deserve it, you’ve already done it.”

“Eddie,” Buck breathes. “I’m not—” 

“We’ve got more than one friend I’m pretty sure you’d offend if you finished that sentence,” Eddie says gently. 

A tear pricks at the corner of Buck’s eye. “You really think…”

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says, rubbing his thumb across the inside of his wrist. “Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I’m kind of glad you’ve only got the one kid running around.”

Buck sniffs and scrubs a hand across his face. “Yeah, well, that kid’s going to destroy us both the next time we play if we don’t practice.”

“Destroy you, maybe,” Eddie says softly. He clearly recognizes the deflection for what it is, but he lets go of Buck’s wrist anyway. He picks up his controller. “Ready whenever you are, Evan.”

Buck’s heart gives a hard thump, and he grabs his controller too. “You’re on, Diaz.”

(And in the morning, when they wake up tangled together on a half-deflated air mattress and Buck’s heart gives another heavy thump, he’ll shoves it in the same box as everything else he’s too afraid to look at.)

#whoop back at it with the codas #911 #911 spoilers #911fic #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #abbie writes #fic #userceecee

[autisticlancemcclain]

“C’mon, Keith, let me in.”

“Go away, Lance, I’m fine,” Keith calls for what feels like the four billionth time in three minutes. He grabs a pillow and shoves it over his face, letting out a scream.

After several minutes of screaming, he takes the pillow away from his face and takes a deep breath, trying to find some peace in the silence.

Wait. Silence? Did Lance finally leave?

As soon as he has the thoughts, there’s a heavy sigh from behind the door. Despite himself, Keith’s lips quirk up. As much as he’s pretty sure he wants to be alone right now, Lance’s persistence is sweet.

“I guess I’ll just sleep in the hall tonight, I guess,” Lance says morosely.

Keith raises an eyebrow, even though no one but him can see it. “You have your own bed, you know.”

“Oh, there’s some sort of hugely poisonous Altean mold in my room, so Coran says I can’t go in until he deals with it. Not that I would, anyway, because that’s fucking disgusting and I will be throwing out or thoroughly cleaning everything in that damn room, ew.”

Keith sits straight up, looking worriedly at the door.

“Is there seriously deadly mold in your room?”

Another desolate sigh. “Yeah. Sucks, I can’t even use my blankets from in there. I’ll have to steal some of Pidge’s.”

Keith gets to his feet, looking around for something to cover his head. He can’t very well leave Lance to sleep in the goddamn hallway, but he doesn’t want Lance to see it either.

Finally, his eyes zero in on Lance’s jacket, which he must have left behind before they ran out to that distress call this morning. Perfect.

He shrugs on the jacket, a little small on him around the shoulders and a little short overall, but the hood is nice and big. He tugs it over his head and cinches it closed, so you can barely even see his face. He looks ridiculous, but it’s better than the alternative.

He opens the door, not too widely. Before he can even blink, Lance ducks under his arm and rushes into the room, planting himself stubbornly beside the bed.

Oh, that fucker.

Keith glares at him. “There’s no mold in your room, is there.”

“Nope.”

“That’s manipulative, you know.”

“Mhm. Super effective, too.”

Keith glares harder at Lance. The asshole doesn’t even look remotely apologetic. He looks satisfied with himself, actually.

“And I know you’re not fine because it worked,” he continues. “You’re smarter than that. If you were fine then you’d know I’d just go sleep with Hunk in that situation.”

Lance steps forward, and keeps stepping forward, until he’s right in front of Keith. Keith doesn’t move, rooted in place.

“Tell me why you’re hiding, baby,” Lance murmurs, wrapping his arms around Keith’s neck. “Talk to me.”

“Is this why you were so insistent on coming inside?” Keith asks weakly. “Using your physical charms and wiles to get your way?”

Lance laughs softly, briefly resting his head on Keith’s chest.

Oh, this fucker! He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So you think I’m charming.”

“You know damn well that you’re charming, you wretch. Don’t give me that.”

Lance chuckles again, getting up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Keith’s nose, one of the only parts of his face visible through his cinched hoodie. “Talk to me,” he breathes out. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”

Keith deflates, letting himself collapse into Lance arms. Lance doesn’t hesitate to hug him tightly. Why is he being so resistant? This is Lance. Lance, who was the first to reassure Keith when he first found out about his heritage, and the first to smack some sense into the rest of the team about it, too. (Hunk told him that Lance had gone into full lecture mode, angry hands on his hips and everything. Keith is kind of sad to have missed it.) Lance, who has been there to comfort Keith after every nightmare. Lance who loves him.

“…You know how there was that stupid anti-Galra disguise force field on that planet from this morning’s mission?”

“Mhm.”

“And you know how I’m half-Galra?”

Lance snorts. “I do know that, yes.”

“Well. There was —“ Keith hesitates. Maybe it’ll be best to just show him. “You promise not to freak out?”

Lance pulls back a little to look Keith in the — well, in the hoodie. “You’re freaking me out a bit now, I’ll be honest. Just show me, cielo.”

Keith hesitates. Fuck. Fuck! He steels himself, and then shoves off the hood in one go.

Well, he tries to, but he forgot he fucking tightened the strings and tied them together, so the hoodie gets stuck.

Lance bursts out laughing.

“S — sorry,” he wheezes, “I know this is a serious moment, but holy shit, that was funny.”

Keith huffs out a laugh as well, because it really was kinda funny.

Eventually, though, the laughter fades, and Keith gets his hoodie down with no further incidents. As the fabric falls off his head, Lance gasps.

On top of Keith’s head, among the shaggy mass of black hair, are two giant and purple Galran ears.

Lance reaches up immediately, running gentle fingertips on the edges of the ears. He grins widely, eyes scrunching up.

“Now you really are my Keithy-kat,” he teases, and something settles in Keith’s chest.

He huffs, but the corners of his mouth twitch up. Of course Lance is happy with him, still. Why did he ever doubt?

“I’m not a cat, you dork.”

“Your fluffy ears say otherwise!” Lance exclaims gleefully. He has yet to stop petting them. “Oh, the rest of the team is gonna love this —“

Keith freezes, smile dropping. Lance notices immediately.

“Oh, Keith.” He drops his hands from Keith’s ears down to his cheeks, cupping his face gently. “Baby. They’re going to be fine, promise. Hunk might poke at you a bit, because he’s inherently the nosiest person in any situation, but everything will be fine. Promise.”

“But what about —“

Lance squishes his cheeks, glaring at him sternly. “Promise,” he reiterates firmly.

“Wha’about ‘Lura?” Keith protests, voice muffled around Lance’s hands.

Lance softens immediately. “She’ll be fine. She’s had lots of time to come to terms with everything. She loves you, Keith, as much as everyone, except maybe me. Besides —“ Lance grins widely again — “I think she might find these ears heaps nicer than ‘the most hideous ears she has ever seen’.”

Keith laughs, and Lance finally releases his face, arms dropping to slide around Keith’s waist. He leans up again and presses a kiss to Keith’s cheek, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise as he does it, making Keith smile more.

“There’s that laugh. The most beautiful sound in the world, music to my ears.”

Keith rolls his eyes, face flushing. His ears twitch, too, making Lance gasp in delight.

“Keithy-kat!! You are so cute! Oh, you’re —“

Keith rolls his eyes again, leaning down to press his lips to Lance’s, shutting him up. He pulls back after a moment, pressing a kiss to Lance’s hair before resting his chin on Lance’s head, pulling him in close. Lance sighs happily, snuggling in closer.

“I love you,” Keith whispers.

“I love you too, precioso. I love you too.”

#this is so schmoopy i have no shame #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #established klance #galra keith #supportive lance #smart lance #tall keith #brown eyed lance #kisses #klance cuddles #keith angst #hurt/comfort #my writing #fic #longpost

[jerzwriter]

Know it All

Thank you to @mydemonsdrivealimo for this ask. By now we know that me and 100-words can't go in the same sentence, but it's still short for me :)

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 timeline) Characters: Bryce Lahela, Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 921 Summary: Casey needs the scoop on someone, and she knows exactly who to go to. A/N: Participating in @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 Day 25, Secret

Being a resident was tough. The hours were grueling, and making a mistake didn’t merely get you into trouble or cost you a promotion; it was the definition of life or death. The stress could be overwhelming, but luckily, Casey heeded Dr. Delarosa's advice and built strong friendships with her fellow residents. It made perfect sense; seeing people outside of work was almost impossible. She was learning that the hard way since she met an intriguing doctor from Mass Kenmore a few weeks before. An intriguing doctor whose schedule never matched up with hers. 

Fortunately, Bryce's schedule did, and she was meeting him in the cafeteria for lunch. While her stomach was grumbling, if she had to choose between nourishment or feeding her curiosity, the latter would win today. She needed the lowdown, and who better to go to than her best buddy, Bryce.

"Boo!" Bryce smiled as he attempted to frighten her from behind.

"Nice try, Lahela."

Bryce tossed a protein bar her way and watched Casey’s face fall.

"Is this what you meant when you said you were treating me to lunch today?"

"Nope," he said, biting into his bar. "But have you seen the line for the registers? We can either have these delightfully chalky fake chocolate bars and conversation, or we can spend our entire break on that line and not talk at all."

"You know, this doesn't taste so bad," she smiled.   

"That’s the right answer!” Bryce grinned. “Given the choice of a quality meal or my company, I believe my company is always the way to go.”

“Well, it works today,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Because I need to use you.”

“Casey,” he sighed dramatically. “I understand the longing, I do... but you know damn well we decided not to let our relationship go there.”

She shook her head without expression. “You know, you are such an ass! I’m not interested in ‘going there’ with you... but there is someone else that I might be....”

Bryce eagerly leaned over the table, his attention piqued. “Who? Who is it? Do I know them? Is it the hot new nurse in the ICU? Because I have it on good counsel that she has the hots for you.”

“Really? Well, that might be a good backup plan,” Casey giggled. “But that’s not who I’m talking about.”

She turned around to survey the room. Once confident no one was in earshot, she leaned in and lowered her voice to a whisper.

“What do you know about Tobias Carrick from Kenmore.”

Bryce leaned back in his chair, a look bordering on disappointment registered on his face. “Carrick?” he said, a bit too loud as Casey shushed him.

“Yes, what do you know about him.”

“All right, first, thank you for recognizing that my knowledge base extends to all hospitals in this city, not just Edenbrook.”

“Can we stick to the point?”

“Sorry,” he grinned. “I guess my question is... how do you intend to utilize him? Because if you’re looking for a couple of memorable nights that you’ll be bragging about into your nursing home years, Carrick’s your man. But if you’re looking for more than that, and you usually end up wanting more than that... well, in that case, I’d be happy to introduce you to Amira in ICU.”   

He could tell at once that wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear.

“Is he that bad?” She asked. “I mean, I’ve heard he’s not exactly Mr. Commitment...”

“Understatement of the millennium,” Bryce interrupted.

“... BUT... Oh, Bryce, the man is super hot, and I really like him. He’s been nothing but attentive and sweet to me since we met.”

“Have you slept with him yet?”

“No....”

Bryce raised his hands in triumph. “I rest my case. Look, anyone who's not a straight man will tell you he is hot, and if you want to have fun, have fun. But I watched you go through entirely too much after the shit with he-who-we-will-not-name-while-at-work went down... and I don’t want to see you hurt like that again.”

They both looked at Casey’s phone as it vibrated on the table and now it was Bryce's turn to roll his eyes. Once he saw the stupid grin on his friend’s face, he knew two things:  the text was from Carrick, and Casey was already in much deeper than she was willing to admit.

“That him?” he asked for effect.

Casey pocketed her phone with a smirk. “Shut up.”

“Look,” he replied sincerely. “I haven’t heard that he’s a bad guy, just that he’s only interested in one thing. But a few of my buddies from the volleyball team know him well. I can weasel some information out of them if you like.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Oh!” he clapped his hands in excitement. “Better yet! I know his housekeeper's daughter! Jackpot! Who better to get dirt from,” he winked. “I’ll put in a call today.”

“How the hell do you know his housekeeper’s daughter?”

“She’s my florist.”

Casey closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

“And how do you know that your florist’s mother is Tobias’s housekeeper?”

“Casey,” he smiled smugly. “I know everything.”

His pager went off, and he jumped up from his chair.

“That’s Tanaka. Look, I’ve gotta run, but I’ll have a dossier about the guy ready for you by the end of tomorrow.”

“If surgery doesn’t work out for you, you might have a future in espionage.”

“The Hawaaiin James Bond,” he grinned. “I like it.”

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[sandbarbirdie]

birdie my love!! i hope you are well and having a wonderful day/night!! <33

i’ve had a fair few asks before about jake and how touchy he is and how he would just give the best hugs and hold you so close and for some reason, out of all of the tgm characters it just sticks the most and i’m always thinking about it. his big arms and his broad chest just are pillows like???

after a long day i just wanna crawl into his lap and have him play with my hair, hearing him yabbering on about something bob did during training that made him laugh. hearing his laugh and the vibrations run through his chest? oml it would put me straight to sleep. if i can’t sleep (most nights lmao) i think about either him, bob or rhett just holding me 🥺

i just wanted to get this out there because it’s always on my mind!! i love you so much my beloved!! thank you for always being your beautiful and kind self!! 💖🫶🏼💞

"birdie my love" "BRB WHILE I GO SCREAM AND CRYI LVOE U. YOU ARE SO CUTE

Let's be honest here. Looking at Jake he oozes masculinity and strength. Strong arms, broad chest, sharp jawline. But truly he is just so darn soft!! He gives the best hugs, hands down. His arms are perfect for wrapping around you and pulling you closer to his chest. Holding you there until you have to wiggle your way out cause you can't breath. His chest is the perfect spot to rest your head. His hand is going to instinctively make its way to your hair.

His legs??? Perfect spot to sit yourself down or lay your head while on the couch.

His arms are always open for you and he'll hold you close. Especially if you've had a long day. He'll talk about literally anything to distract you. Even if it included something stupid he did ( like put dish soap in the dishwasher at his first off base apartment because thats the same as the tablets right? nope). He's gonna hold you until you fall asleep and hold onto you until he wakes up. He also has a hard time sleeping, especially when your head isn't resting on his chest. The smell of your shampoo and perfume smells like home and is so comforting.

(Rhett and Bob would also ABSOLUTELY hold you tight)

I am so softttt. Thank you for this thought my love!!! I hope you have a wonderful day/evening!!! Thank YOU for being you!! My lovely and beautiful seb <3

#moots <3 #i wanna jake hug so bad #my writing #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick

[solalunar-eclipse]

Replay/Rewind/Restart

Chapter title: the pulse through the night/that sets my heart alight

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Rating: T

Summary: A series of one-shots focusing on different characters from the truly amazing fic Buy One [S]et One Free. (Please read it before reading this, it’ll be worth it, I promise!!) Some will be set before the story, while others will take place throughout it! Everything here belongs to EeveeningNews, I’m just messing around in an attempt to express my love for this fic in the only way I know how.

The room was quiet, as it tended to be on a Thursday afternoon. The only noise at all came from the light clicks and taps on Getty’s keyboard, as he answered email after email in an effort to get his inbox cleared out before he clocked out for the day. 

Tonight was special, after all, and he could not afford to work overtime.

At the exact second the clock changed to five-thirty, Getty sent his last email, and shut his computer down with shaking hands. His still form suddenly overflowed with energy as he practically leapt from his seat. 

The rose-colored Addison darted over to his closet, replaying his memory of the conversation with Cache that had started all of this in the first place…

“Listen, cuz.” they’d said, before mentioning you by name. “I know how you are about asking her out…and let’s be real, I know you, period. So guess what? I’m feeling generous for once, I’ll ask her for you.”

Getty felt his heart begin to beat twice as fast. “Oh—oh goodness, Cache, y-you don’t need to do something like that for me! I’m perfectly content, I promise!”

“Uh-huh.” they hummed, clearly unconvinced. “So that’s why you didn’t spend the better part of our hangout gushing about her just the other day, right?”

“I—surely it wasn’t that long!” he protested, but he couldn’t quite meet Cache’s eyes. 

“And that’s not even mentioning all the other times you’ve gone on about her, either.” they continued mercilessly. “What about that one lunch where we were supposed to catch up on everything and it turned into an hour-fucking-long presentation on the specific color of her eyes?”

“Now that is just blatant exaggeration.” Getty sniffed, folding his arms. “That degree of ill-mannered behavior suits you better than me, I would think.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you don’t want to go out with her, then?” Cache shot back, the corner of their mouth twitching as they restrained a smirk. 

“N-no!” he cried. “I do, I just don’t want to put her in an uncomfortable situation where—you know, she might have to refuse, or she might not refuse but solely out of a sense of obligation…” He winced at the mere thought.

“And that’s exactly why I’ll be the one to ask her! She knows I ain’t the type to hide behind pretty words or some shit like that. I’ll know if she’s not being honest, too, so I can get you a straight answer. Alright?” they said, in a tone which very much suggested that they would do so even if it wasn’t alright.

“I couldn’t stop you if I tried, could I?” Getty asked, struggling to ignore the way he suddenly felt ill with nerves.

“Nope.” Cache said simply, finally allowing themselves that smirk from earlier. 

Two days later, Getty had received a single text from his cousin.

She’s in.

…Getty beamed, scanning the contents of his closet for something appropriate to wear. The elation, the sheer delight he had felt upon reading those two words simply could not be described. He was finally going to properly spend time with you! Tonight!

A thread of fear blended into his joy at that particular thought. He had to make sure that everything was as perfect as it could possibly be. And that started with his outfit. 

He selected some of his bolder items of clothing, hoping that his appearance would bolster his mood as it had many times before. A pastel yellow blazer completed the look, and he stepped in front of the mirror to double-check his choices, before taking out his phone and opening up a fun new gacha game to soothe his nerves until it was time to leave.

Ten minutes later, he was back in front of the closet, panicking. What if you expected something a little more formal? The reservation was for La Barre D’espace, after all. Rifling through the hangers, he pulled out a much more formal black-and-white ensemble, trying that on instead. 

He eyed himself in the mirror, cringing at how stiff and washed-out it made him look. Perhaps…something a little more relaxed? But not too relaxed, that was why he’d picked out this second outfit in the first place!

Getty sighed, sitting down on his bed. After a moment, he eased himself into lying on his back, and then closed his eyes. “I’m being terribly silly, aren’t I?” he said out loud to the empty room.

Nobody replied (for which he was rather thankful, he would have been quite frightened if anyone had), but he suspected if Cache had been there, their response would be something rather like No duh, dingus. I wouldn’t set you up on a date with some jerk, so why’re you acting like she’s gonna tear you apart the second she lays eyes on you?

…they would probably swear more than that, but he wasn’t quite willing to simulate that particular trait of theirs at the moment.

Getty ran a hand through his hair, getting up from the bed once more to return to his closet and properly pick out an outfit. To be fair, the one he wore wasn’t terrible, it was just so…bland. He needed at least a pop of color, or else it wouldn’t be true to him, now would it?

Hmm.

Well, if he was trying to build an outfit that was true to him, he might as well use his own color, mightn’t he? 

Slowly, he pulled off the black jacket he’d been wearing and replaced it with his favorite magenta vest. And this time, when he turned around to face the mirror, he finally felt ready to leave his room and head over to the restaurant.

When he picked up his phone, he saw that it was over an hour too early for him to leave on a normal night, although to be fair, this was not by any means a normal night. After all, what if traffic was bad (a surprisingly common occurrence in Cyber City)? Or what if you arrived early and were left there, all alone, waiting for him to show up? What a terrible first impression that would be!

Resolved, Getty set out immediately, walking his oft-traveled path through the halls of Queen’s mansion and giving any vases he saw an extra wide berth. He definitely wasn’t about to let something like that ruin this night. 

As a matter of fact, if his hopes came true, nothing would.

When he stepped out into the lobby, luckily enough, there was already a blue-tinted Swatchling by the name of Cobalt lingering by the door of the Color Café, seemingly without a job to do. Getty approached him somewhat hesitantly, smiling. “Pardon me…I don’t mean to interrupt, but are you busy at the moment?”

Cobalt turned to him, his expression registering surprise for only the briefest of seconds before he relaxed back into a more work-appropriate, unruffled demeanor. “Ah, Master Target. I am unoccupied at the moment—is there anything with which I may assist you?”

“Well, yes, actually!” Getty beamed. “I have a, erm—” his voice dropped momentarily as a light blush spread across his face— “A date, tonight. At La Barre D’espace. And since it’s rather far away, I was wondering if you might be available to chauffeur me there? Only if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, of course!” he added hastily.

Cobalt offered up the smallest of smiles at that. “Sir, it is my primary duty to assist the residents of Queen’s mansion with whatever they may possibly need. I am perfectly capable of driving you to La Barre D’espace. When would you like to depart?”

“Now would be lovely, if that’s alright.” 

“Of course.” The Swatchling bowed briefly. “Merely permit me to inform Head Butler Swatch of my intended whereabouts, and then we may leave at once.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Getty replied, waiting politely just outside the café until Cobalt was ready.

Soon enough, the two entered a limousine, and they were on their way to the restaurant. Despite the fact that he was facing the window, Getty was so lost in his own thoughts that he hardly even noticed the city go by. Would you like the food? Had you ever been to a restaurant like this before? Would you like him now that he was more than just another paying customer? He’d never really spoken to you beyond requesting a meal back when you worked at that diner. What if—

He shook his head abruptly. There was no use working himself up so long before you would arrive. He wanted to be a good host and date, not a flustered mess!

Yet still, he struggled to keep his mind on lighter subjects, continuously circling back to the same few topics over and over again.

Halfway through the ride, however, Cobalt interrupted him in his pondering. “If you’ll pardon my curiosity, sir, who happens to be the lucky person invited on this date?”

Getty blushed once again at the implication that you were lucky to be invited to spend time with him—if anything, he felt that the reverse was true. After a moment, he found his voice once again. “She’s a Lightner, actually. Her name is—” He smiled as he said your name, remembering the very first time you had introduced yourself to him. Even back then, when he had only just been hit with the true extent of his own feelings, he had found himself particularly struck by your friendliness and warmth in spite of the difficult job you worked. It was truly stunning. “She is one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever had the opportunity to meet, and funnily enough, she’s actually quite close friends with my cousin!”

“Your cousin? I would say I find myself surprised, Master Target, but since they seem to enjoy your company so much, I suppose it only makes sense that they would choose to spend time with others who are equally suited to you.” the Swatchling mused.

Getty chuckled softly. “You make a very good point, Cobalt.” he replied. 

“Well, if she is half the person that I know you are, then I am certain you two will have nothing to worry about.” Cobalt added, making Getty smile bashfully.

“Oh, thank you! You’re far too kind.” the rose-colored Addison insisted gently. 

“I would protest that statement, but I am afraid that shall have to wait until later. We have arrived at La Barre D’espace now, sir.”

Getty jolted slightly, surprised. “Already? Oh my! Thank you very much, Cobalt. Will you be available after we have finished as well?”

“Certainly. I shall be right here until you are ready to leave.” 

“Thank you again!” Getty said, stepping out of the car once Cobalt opened the door for him. 

“I sincerely hope that you enjoy your date, sir.” Cobalt said, offering him another hint of a smile before stepping back into the car.

“I hope so as well.” Getty murmured to himself, taking a deep breath as he approached the building.

He made his way inside and over to the elevator, stepping inside and pressing the button for the top floor. The car stopped a few times during its ascent, and each time Getty held the door for those who were entering and exiting, earning him several smiles and as many “Thank you”s in the process. However, not a single person seemed to recognize him, for which he found himself grateful. He wasn’t entirely sure that he would have been able to manage the nerves stemming from his relatively new wealth and his date-nervousness all at once, at least not without failing to maintain his usual calm demeanor.

Mustering up what remained of his courage, Getty walked up to Cardinal, the Swatchling working at the host stand for this evening. “Hello there, Cardinal!” he said warmly. “I believe my reservation is under a different name than usual for tonight. My cousin, Cache, is the one who organized this particular dinner.”

“Ah, I see. Yes, Mx. Cache is indeed the one listed here. Thank you very much for informing me, Mr. Target.” Getty cringed internally upon realizing that he would probably be referred to as such in front of you. He had never had the chance to explain his nickname properly when you worked at the diner, so now he just had to hope that he could correct any misconceptions you had about his preferred name before one of the Swatchlings irrevocably gave you the wrong idea.

Cardinal informed him which table he and you would be sitting at, and he made his way back through the restaurant, having been here more than enough times to find his own way to any table at all. He smiled, taking a seat at this particular one, which was one of the nicest in the entire restaurant. It featured a lovely view of Cyber City, one that he sincerely hoped you would enjoy.

Before he could begin to even consider worrying once more, Saffron approached him with a couple of menus tucked under one wing. “Good evening, Mr. Target. I hear you are waiting on someone in particular?”

“Yes, Saffron! I’m afraid I’ve arrived dreadfully early, so she won’t be here for quite some time. Could I just have my usual drink for now, while I wait for her?” Getty asked politely.

“Of course, sir. I shall have it brought out to you shortly.” Saffron bowed lightly, before leaving the Addison alone again.

Getty spent a few minutes people-watching in an effort to amuse himself, trying to see how many repeat customers he could spot in the restaurant tonight. He definitely recognized many of the Addisons there, as well as a few Plugboys and one or two Werewires. It took him several more minutes to recall all of their names (as well as their most recent purchases), by which point his drink had arrived.

After thanking the Swatchling who had brought his glass, Getty took a small sip, feeling his shoulders relax slightly at the familiar flavor. Soon enough, however, he found himself lost in another memory—this time of the first moment he’d ever seen you.

The Color Café was even busier than usual that day, and his second choice of restaurant was closed as well because the chef had come down with a virus. Honestly, at this point, he’d be content with just about anything, so long as it was food and he could get it in something approximating a timely manner.

Suddenly, Getty spotted one diner that was normally too busy for him to even consider, but seemed to be having a slow day today. Feeling slightly apprehensive (but mostly just desperate) he pushed open the door and stepped inside, putting on his usual salesman’s smile.

At first, he didn’t notice any workers, only a few sparse patrons at various tables. Just as he was about to feel truly concerned, though, a voice spoke up from the back of the diner.

“Good morning! How are you today?”

And Getty nearly bluescreened at the sight. 

He knew that he was a bit of a hopeless romantic (or perhaps more than a bit, really), but somehow, he’d never had all that many romantic moments happen to him…until now. The Lightner working at the diner—and how was a Lightner working at a diner??—was by far the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.

Time stopped. His heart pounded. Your sweet, warm smile lit up the room, and he nearly melted at the sight. 

Suddenly, he remembered that you’d asked him a question. “O-oh! Perfect, thank you, absolutely wonderful!” he managed to stammer, feeling as though his legs might give out at any moment.

“I’m Getty, by the way.” he added shyly. “He/him, if you please.” 

“Oh! It’s so nice to meet you!” you said brightly. “I’m—well, it says it right here on my name tag, doesn’t it?” You laughed briefly at that, before continuing onwards. “Um, she/her works just fine for me.”

You opened your mouth, about to say something else, when a voice rang out from the back of the diner. “Oi! Lightner! You’d better not be slacking off out there!”

You jumped, the brightness disappearing from your face instantly. Getty silently mourned the sight. “S-sorry!” you called, before turning back to him and flashing him a shadow of the smile you’d worn before. “Feel free to pick whatever seat you’d like, I’ll be over as soon as I can to take your order!” You snatched up a menu and handed it to him, before dashing off to speak with whoever had just yelled at you.

Getty sat down at a booth by the window, frowning in concern. At any other point in time, he would have noticed that the diner wasn’t quite as tidy nor as beautiful as the places he normally preferred to frequent, but right now, he was consumed with worry for the lovely person he’d just met. 

Were you being mistreated here? Or was this just a bad day? And were you really the only server in the entire place? If so, then he couldn’t imagine the kind of stress you must be under, and he settled in to wait for you to be finished with the other patrons.

You took rather longer to return than Getty would have liked, but your profuse apologies more than banished any hints of frustration he might have felt. Admittedly, the food was…also less than stellar, but the way you smiled every time he showed you even the smallest scrap of kindness made his heart flutter and ache simultaneously.

Before he had even paid the bill, he knew he’d be returning here tomorrow.

Getty blinked, rousing himself from his reminiscing and looking briefly around the room. The same people were mostly there, but Cardinal was currently showing someone new to their seat. He glanced back out the window, not wanting to stare as they walked through the restaurant—

Wait.

It was you.

Getty nearly gave himself whiplash with how quickly he looked back over in your direction. You looked utterly stunning, clearly having both dressed up very nicely and done your hair specially for the occasion. It felt like that first day at the diner all over again, except so much better, because now there was no rude manager, no difficult work, and no poor quality food.

Just you…and him.

Getty jumped up out of his seat, his eyes meeting yours as he prepared to speak, and he felt his heart pound. 

Goodness, he hoped he was ready for this.

#deltarune #deltarune addisons #pink addison #spamton g spamton #spamton x reader #(those last two are for the main fic) #(trying to get it some more readers because it's literally one of my favorite fics ever!!) #i didn't like x readers for the longest time but this one is just SO WELL WRITTEN #anyhow hope this was fun to read :) #it certainly won't be the last time i mess around in this universe!

[mocheng-gusto]

Heya! Maybe this is a weird pair but may I ask for a NHS X JC with the phrase “Look, I’m not saying I want to date you but this is the third time our friends have caught us in a compromising position and I think we should do something about that”, with no particular setting please 🥰

Oh wow. This one ended up kind of long. You probably didn’t sign up for an exploration of aro/ace queerplatonic sangcheng but! I hope you enjoy it all the same <3 and it’s not weird at all! I really like this pairing and actually have a wip lying around for them (postcanon healing oof) so this gave me the perfect excuse to try my hand at writing them! I kind of really liked how this turned out so I might clean it up and post it on ao3 later (edit: here it is!). Thanks for the prompt!

“So…”

“No.”

“Look, maybe we should talk about it?”

“I’d rather not.”

Nie Huisang bites his lips shut and turns on the couch to face straight ahead. He tries to discreetly zip up his jeans but there’s no way he can be subtle in the thick atmosphere. Jiang Cheng makes no move to acknowledge him further, just sitting with his arms crossed, glaring at the end credits of the movie they had been ‘watching’ with such vitriol that it seems that all the creators of that lighthearted comedy had personally offended him. Instead of angry and intimidating it looks more like he was hugging himself. Pitiful, Huaisang would say but he didn’t have a death wish.

The door opens with a bang once more and Jiang Cheng visibly flinches.

“Sorry!” Wei Wuxian enters the apartment like a whirlwind. “I, kinda just, uhm, forgot my things?” He doesn’t wait for an answer and just heads straight to his room, leaving Lan Wangji awkwardly standing in the doorway.

Nie Huaisang sighs and stands up to stretch his legs and grab the remote. “Don’t worry Wei-xiong.” He says with an exaggerated sigh. “I was just about to leave.”

Wei Wuxian comes out still shoving random pieces of clothing into his backpack, nodding effusively while very clearly avoiding eye contact with either of them. “Oh don’t mind me. I won’t be back until tomorrow evening so you can just stay on my room. Or, if you don’t need the extra bed then-”

“Are you leaving or not?!” Jiang Cheng snaps and grabs one of the sturdier cushions.

Everything becomes dead silent for three whole seconds before Wei Wuxian composes himself. “Definitely leaving, forget I was even here! He grabbed his shoes, not even bothering to put them back on in his haste. “There’s left overs in the fridge.” A heavy pause settles and Nie Huaisang has the sense to avoid the line of fire before it’s too late. “There’s condoms in my nightstand!” He flees and milliseconds later the cushion crashes against the closed door.

The following silence is worse than the one after the first interruption. The credits end and now even the background noise is gone.

Nie Huaisang rolls his eyes and sits back on the couch, the distance between them wide enough to fit the elephant in the room.

“I’m still of the opinion that we should talk about it.”

“Weren’t you leaving too?” Jiang Cheng tries to cut him with his barbed words.

Unfortunately for him, Nie Huaisang is not impressed by this display. After growing up with Nie Mingjue his skin is thicker than even Wei Wuxian’s.

“Nope! It’s late. And even if you kick me out, Wei-xiong already let me crash in.” He idly browses through the catalogue and picks an old episode from a series they’re watching together. “I mean, is it that big of a deal?”

“Oh my god just shut up-”

“And it wasn’t even a hookup!” Hasn’t been, and not for a lack of effort. Why do their friends have such perfect timing as to always find them in compromising positions every time things get saucy? “ChengCheng, just chill.” The mocking nickname finally gets Jiang Cheng’s eyes on him.

“You’re not my boyfriend.”

“Those are big words! I never said I was!” He wouldn’t taunt him with something that might come out as cruel. “But they don’t need to know that.”

Jiang Cheng makes a face like he’d tasted something bitter. “For what? And just lie?”

What a paragon of virtue. “Not a lie, technically. If people want a label why not just give it to them?”

“And have your brother give me a shovel talk? No thanks.”

“Aw come on Jiang-xiong, like your sister wouldn’t rip me to pieces too.” Da-ge would most certainly not understand, but he has never understood Nie Huaisang so he’d just shake his head and tell him to be safe.

“Why would you want to date me?” Jiang Cheng hugs himself tighter. “I wouldn’t be able, to do all those things.” Nie Huaisang raises and eyebrow and Jiang Cheng sighs exasperated. “The candlelit dinners, the good morning texts, the-” he recoils with disgust, “pet names, the refusing hanging up at three am even though others have work the next day.”

Nie Huaisang would lie if he didn’t say he wishes for someone to sweep him off his feet and tell him he’s got the stars in his eyes, but it’d be weird coming from Jiang Cheng. Besides, knowing his own dealbreakers, he knows that Jiang Cheng is lashing out afraid.

“Just that? Sure.” He says with an air of lightness. “As long as you’re fine with me sometimes not being up to all of,” he points at the fresh bruise on his neck, “this.” Jiang Cheng looks at his own work and his eyes grow dark. Nie Huaisang wants to laugh.

He’s not repulsed by sex like how Jiang Cheng is by notions of romance, for him it’s just an activity. No passion, not mind blowing heat, just a fun thing to do once in a while when the mood strikes. For Jiang Cheng though, it is just like in the movies, all encompassing and a complete act of trust and vulnerability.

“So that’s it? We’re dating and pretending to be a normal couple,” even the word has him looking like he’s going to gag. “But in private, what?”

Nie Huaisang offers him a big smile. “We do this!” He scoots closer until he’s half on Jiang Cheng’s lap. It’s good that they’re on the same page of craving physical contact. “And actually sleep together. But probably inside a locked room.”

Jiang Cheng opens his arms and lets Nie Huaisang snuggle against him. The friction seems to remind Jiang Cheng’s body of what they were just up to, but it’s easy to ignore it for the time being.

Nie Huaisang changes to an episode they haven’t actually seen before so they can continue their movie night and it’s only after halfway through it that Jiang Cheng speaks again.

“I… I do love you.”

“I know.” It’s true, Nie Huaisang does know. It might not be in the conventional way, but he knows the depth of feelings they hold for each other.

“I’m just,” he says, tired. “I’m broken.”

That has Nie Huaisang turning to face him. “No you’re not.” He frowns. “You, Jiang Cheng, are one of the most loving and caring people out there. If others don’t recognize it for what it is then it’s their fault and they don’t deserve you.” He says with finality.

Jiang Cheng meet his eyes, tentative, and lightly kisses his lips. Nie Huaisang feels them tingle even from that brief touch but the other looks unaffected.

No, that’s not the word. He looks relieved, content.

Nie Huaisang’s heart soars and aches the tiniest bit. Jiang Cheng can’t give him something he’s not capable of giving, just how Nie Huaisang might sometimes not want to do things that in other moments he’s fine doing. They’ll just have to navigate this sort of relationship that no book ever teaches you about. But at the end of the day, it’s love. If other’s want to put a name to it even if doesn’t fit them, that’s their own problem.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t look at him like Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian look at each other, yet Nie Huaisang wouldn’t have it any other way.

#mdzs #mxtx fanfic #sangcheng #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #my stuff #short prompt #i say yet it’s over 1k

[strandbuckley]

Christmas Tree Farm

TWP 12 Days of Tarlos @tarlosweeklyprompts

Dec. 13: Christmas Tree Shopping

Read on ao3 here

Winter in Austin was a different kind of cold. TK was used to snow and ice, all of the things that came with winter in the North. This was a different kind of cold. This cold seeped through his layers of a hoodie and coat, chilling him to the bone. He pressed a little closer to Carlos, wrapping his chilled hands around his bicep as they walked through the Christmas market set up downtown. 

“Are you cold babe?” Carlos asked.

“A little,” TK admitted, breath clouding around his face as he spoke. 

“I’m getting you a better jacket for Christmas. I don’t like you being cold.”

“I don’t like it either.”

“We can go home if you want. We can do this on a day that’s less cold.”

“Nope. We promised Noah we’d have a Christmas tree when we got home and I will not disappoint him.”

“He’s two, baby. I promise he won’t know the difference if we have a tree today or next week.”

“No, but I will. This is his first Christmas with us and I want it to be perfect. So let’s go get our kid a Christmas tree.”

Carlos rolled his eyes at his husband’s antics and pulled him closer as they walked. They stopped at a few of the stands along the way, browsing for gifts for Andrea and some of their friends. TK found a handmade ornament of Captain America’s shield that he knew Mateo would love and a handmade vegan candle for Owen. They bought hot chocolate from one of the stands, and even though TK said it didn’t measure up to the Reyes family recipe they both held the styrofoam cups tightly, letting the heat seep into their cold fingers. 

Carlos was distracted for a while by a stand with handmade wooden children's toys and ended up buying a farm animal puzzle and a set of stacking blocks for Noah even though he had told TK two days before that he had far too many presents already. 

After almost two hours of mindless browsing and the purchase of one too many presents for all of the people in their lives, they finally made it for what they came for, their tree. The lot was full of them, despite it being only a few weeks before Christmas.

“Can I help you guys?” an older gentleman approached them, a name tag that read ‘Steve’ attached to his shirt. 

“We’re here for a tree,” Carlos answered.

“Perfect, that’s our specialty. How big of a tree are you looking for?”

“Our ceilings are about nine feet tall.”

“I’d recommend around an eight-foot tree, just to have a little bit of clearance between it and your ceiling. All of the eight-foot trees are on that side,” he pointed to a section to their right. “Let me know when you’ve found something and we’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you.”

They walked around the section of trees for a few minutes, ducking in between rows. The trees were enormous and TK could already imagine Noah’s little hands yanking the ornaments off the bottom branches. 

“Babe, come here,” Carlos called from another row.

TK moved toward his voice until he met him in front of a tree, full and the brightest green TK had ever seen. 

“What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect, babe.”

Twenty minutes later, the tree was loaded into the back of the truck and tied down with straps to keep it secure. TK had checked it twice, having responded to one too many Christmas tree-related accidents in the past week. (Okay it was two, but his point still stood). 

It took both of them to maneuver the tree into the house, glad that Judd and Grace had taken Noah for the day. Dancing around a toddler while they attempted to get everything set up would have been a nightmare. 

TK called Judd, letting him know it was safe to bring Noah back, as Carlos went to the garage to drag out the decorations.

“Daddy!” Noah squealed as Judd opened the door, waddling across the room as fast as his little legs would carry him and straight into TK’s arms.

“Hi, bubba! Did you have fun with Uncle Judd?”

Noah nodded and leaned his head against TK’s shoulder, “Papa?”

“I’m right here buddy,” Carlos answered, putting down the box of ornaments he was holding in order to kiss his son. 

“He just had lunch about an hour ago,” Judd said, handing off Noah’s backpack. “He’s probably gonna be ready for a nap. He and Charlie haven’t stopped playing around all day.”

“I figured. He’s about to pass out right here,” TK chuckled. “I’m gonna go put him down for a nap.”

“Thanks for watching him today Judd,” Carlos said, walking the other man to the door.

“It’s no problem. I’ll see y’all later.”

While Noah was down for his nap, TK and Carlos began decorating. Everything they owned by way of Christmas decorations was a mix of what they’d owned before they moved in together and some things they bought for themselves along the way. 

TK teared up slightly as he pulled his mom’s menorah from the box. He sat it gently on the table using a cloth to carefully swipe a bit of dust from the metal surface. Carlos abandoned his task and wrapped his arms around his waist. 

“I wish she was here,” TK whispered.

“I know you do baby. But she is, in a way. She’s always here, looking out for you. And she’d be so proud of the man and father that you are Tyler.”

“It’s just hard, doing this without her. I want Jonah to have holidays with his mom and Noah to have them with his grandma.”

“Then they’re lucky to have you,” Carlos kissed his temple. “You are going to give them holidays they won’t ever forget. I promise.”

TK nodded and turned around to kiss him over his shoulder.

“Let’s finish getting this tree up before the little monster wakes up.”

They were putting the finishing touches on just as Noah’s calls for them rang out from the baby monitor. Carlos retrieved him, placing a gentle hand over his eyes and he carried him into the living room.

Seeing his face light up as he looked up at the tree almost brought them both to tears. They took about a million pictures, letting Noah explore, playing with plastic ornaments, and feeling the texture of the branches on his hands. The fun was cut short by a mild meltdown when they had to explain to Noah that the presents under the tree were his, but he couldn’t open them yet. Luckily it was solved fairly easily with a snack as Carlos began working on dinner for the three of them. 

The collective puppy eyes of his husband and son convinced Carlos to allow them to eat in the living room while watching The Polar Express. Noah fell asleep again, curled up on the cushions between them, stuffed bunny tucked under his chin. They let him rest there, the movie still playing as they relaxed together.

“We should probably put him to bed,” TK whispered as the credits began to roll. 

“Nah, let him sleep here for a little longer.”

Carlos ran a hand through his son’s hair, marveling at his tiny human for a little while. Every day, he couldn’t believe how lucky he and TK were that they got to be his parents. 

“What are you thinking about over there?”

“How lucky we are. We have a perfect kid TK.”

“Yeah, we do.”

Eventually, they decided that their bed on the couch wasn’t conducive to a good night’s sleep. They took Noah to his bed, tucking him in with his blanket and his bunny. They stood over him for a minute, watching him in a way that would be creepy if they weren’t his parents.

“I love him.”

“Me too,” Carlos whispered.

“We’re gonna give him the best Christmas ever right?”

“Absolutely.”

#twp12daysoftarlos #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #my works

[galactic-dragoness]

Evidence

The fox drums her fingers on her desk and checks the clock.

It was late, and she was still in her office at her precinct. Her paperwork was complete for over a few hours now. She really wanted to go home.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Maybe he won’t show up.

No. He always did.

What’s taking him so long?

Carmelita stretches her arms, sits back in her chair and groans, annoyed.

Tap tap tap.

Her ears perk up. She quickly turns to her office window.

Sly Cooper is perched on her window sill, an impish grin on his face.

The Inspector gets up from her seat and opens the window.

“It’s about time.”

He leaps into her office, then stands up straight to face her, his eyebrow crooked.

“You were waiting for me?”

“Duh.”

The raccoon looks completely perplexed. “How did you know I would show up?”

“Because it’s Christmas Eve, and you always bother me around that time.”

“Well, only a complete moron would leave a beautiful lady alone on Christmas Eve.”

She rolls her eyes.

“So, what do you want from me?”

“I wanted to give you something,” Carmelita replies.

“...Really?”

“Well, you always bring me a Christmas present, whether I like it or not. So, after you saved my life a few months ago, I decided to return the favor for once.”

“...Oh.”

“Cooper, I’m not a monster.”

“I wasn’t saying that you were! I’m just...surprised.”

The vixen hums, then turns to her desk and opens the top drawer. She removes a flat, medium-sized object wrapped in holiday gift paper.

Carmelita faces the thief. “Here.”

Sly cocks his head and takes the gift. “Uh...thanks.”

“Don’t lose it. And don’t tell anyone either. I got it from our Evidence Lockers, but I don’t think anyone will notice or care.”

Sly rears his head back in alarm. “You didn’t have to risk getting in trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve done worse.”

“Care to share more?”

“Nope.”

The thief chuckles. “I have something for you too.”

He removes his trademark backpack, and takes out a large, wrapped object. Then, he hands it to her.

“Merry Christmas.”

She accepts his gift. It’s soft in her hands, and she deduces it’s some sort of article of clothing.

“Go on. Open it.”

She eyes the criminal suspiciously, then claws through the gift wrapping. Carmelita holds it up as it unfurls.

“...What?”

It’s a woman’s jacket. The jacket is dark blue in color, and bares a similar resemblance to the Inspector’s former favorite yellow jacket. The only differences are the color, the length, and the material is slightly fluffy on the lapels and the inside.

“I noticed that your jacket got destroyed during the incident a few months ago. I couldn’t find a carbon copy, or a yellow one, so this is the best I could do.”

Carmelita gazes at the jacket. “This…looks expensive. You didn’t steal it, did you?”

“Of course I didn’t. If you’d like the receipt I’ll give it to you.”

There’s a small pause.

“Try it on,” Sly says.

Against her better judgment, the Inspector slowly dons the blue jacket.

It feels snug, but not too tight to cause any discomfort. The fox looks at her reflection in the window.

“You look good in it. A perfect fit.”

“...Thank you, Ringtail.”

He smiles warmly, his eyes twinkling. “Anything for you.”

Sly eyes the Inspector’s Christmas present in his hands. “So, can I open this?”

“Well yeah, I did wait for you to come to give it to you.”

The thief carefully unwraps the gift.

A photograph?

He turns the photo in the frame around and-

His heart jumps into his throat.

It’s a picture of him as a young child, along with his mother and father. His parents are smiling at the photographer, while Sly plays with a toy in front of them.

“...How…?”

Carmelita flashes a small grin. “Found it in your Evidence box. I think Interpol confiscated it when-”

She stops for a moment, then continues. “Well, all that matters is that I have returned it to it’s rightful owner.”

The vixen can’t see his face, because his blue cap is in the way. But she sees him tremble.

Her eyes reflect concern. “...Sly?”

Carmelita takes a step closer. Had she upset him?

Suddenly, the thief wraps his arms around her. She freezes up, and Sly starts crying in her shoulder.

“H-Hey! Don’t mess up the jacket!”

“T-Thank you, C-Carmelita. Thank you.”

His voice is so...emotional. Before she can stop herself, she reciprocates the hug.

The fox and raccoon stand there, embracing for an undetermined amount of time. Eventually, the thief pulls back from the hug and wipes his eyes.

“I wish I could kiss you, honestly.”

She holds up her hand. “Not today, Ringtail.”

He grins suggestively. “Then I’ll have to steal it from you next time.”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Whatever, I’m going home.”

He looks...disappointed. “Don’t you celebrate Christmas with your family?”

Carmelita tenses. “Not really.”

“...Oh. Well, if you ever want some company-”

“I’m good.”

Sly gazes at her softly. “Remember Carmelita: you’ll never be my enemy.”

Inspector Fox nods, then brushes past him to collect her things.

“You better take off before someone sees you.”

“...Okay.”

He turns back to her office window, opens it, and climbs over the sill.

“Carmelita…”

“Yes?”

“I hope that one day you find someone to celebrate the holidays with. You deserve it more than anyone.”

The vixen doesn’t know how to respond. So she says nothing, and when she turns around the thief is gone in the night.

She stands there, staring at the open window.

Me too, she thinks.

#sly cooper #carmelita fox #slyfox #slyfox week 2022 #happy sly day and bi day too #20 years babey!!!!! #woooooooo!!!

[purplesurveys]

1665

What’s your favorite amusement park? Feels unfair to call it a favorite when it’s the only one I’ve been to, but to be fair Universal Studios in Singapore wasn’t bad at all. Only thing I hated about the trip was that gross couple in front of us who endlessly made out while my family and I were in line for one of the rides.

Do you know your social security number (or equivalent) off by heart? Nah. Our HR team currently takes care of everything relating to my social security so there isn’t really a reason for me to memorize it, at least for now lol.

What would you take to a potluck dinner? Truffle mac and cheese from my favorite Italian restaurant. 

Do you have any sisters? How is your relationship with them? I have a sister, two years younger. We’re pretty tight, but our relationship is very casual more than anything. We’ll rant to each other and occasionally share how our day went, but we’d never confide in one another or have heart-to-hearts.

When was the last time you changed your hair and what did you do to it? I had it dyed to purple and trimmed up to my neck last October. It’s since faded back to a light brown and my roots are awkwardly growing out, but I’ll likely wait til June-ish to dye it back to purple again so that it looks perfect by the time we fly to Thailand.

What’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done? Uh. Maybe that time I got an ex-partner a pendant with some pretty significant symbols inside when you open it? I don’t remember 98% of the relationship, but that one sticks out.

Do you listen to audiobooks? If so, what was the last one you listened to and did you like it? No, my attention span is too awfully short for something like that. Also why I can never get into podcasts no matter how hard I try.

Describe yourself in five words. Loyal, (too) hardworking, passionate, resentful, sensitive.

What was your favorite class in high school? History.

When was the last time you did laundry? Couple of days ago.

Do you own a leather jacket? Do you wear it often? No. No reason to own one considering the climate we experience in this part of the world, hahaha.

Can you get Chinese food from a drive-thru in your town? Yeah, we have a Chowking just right outside the village.

If you could choose your middle name, what would you pick? I’ve always liked my second name (Isabelle). I liked it too much to the point that when I was a kid and was being teased in school about my unisex name, I tried making my second name my main nickname; it didn’t stick though. Partially my fault too because I’d never turn around when I was being called by my second name hahaha

Would you rather see a sunrise or sunset? Sunset. I don’t like waking up early, and I’ve always thought sunsets looked better and more peaceful anyway.

Do you have any plans to buy any furniture in the near future? Nope.

When you go to bed, do you go to sleep straight away? Sometimes, but most of the time I’d continue to use my phone and go through social media and Reddit until my eyes start feeling heavy.

What do you do for a living? I work as an account manager in the public relations industry.

Do you own a suitcase? When was the last time you used it? Where did you go? I do, but I haven’t used it in since 2016 when I went on a cruise and had to pack for three different countries. I don’t plan on using it for my upcoming Thailand and Malaysia trips, either.

How many pets have you had in your life? More than 10, but I don’t remember how many goldfish we owned in total.

Is there any soda in your fridge right now? We may have Coke actually but idk?? I had my birthday dinner with friends last night and my mom asked if anybody wanted soda so apparently we have some.

Do you call it soda, pop, fizzy drink or something else entirely? Soda or softdrink depending on who I’m talking to. Filipinos tend to use ‘softdrink’ so I’m likely to use that when talking to an older friend/relative.

Do you need to get any groceries right now? What do you need? MORE 3-IN-1 COFFEE. I recently ran out :(

If I was visiting your town, what would you take me to see and do? Probably one of the cafés up the mountain so you can see the Metro Manila skyline.

What was the last thing you spent money on? Beer.

What subscription services do you have? Spotify, YouTube Premium, Netflix, Disney+.

Do you like olives? I have my moods for it but otherwise I will take them out if I encounter them in a dish.

Would you rather be too warm or too cold? Too cold. These days the heat index is reaching 50ºC so being ‘too warm’ is at the VERY BOTTOM of my priorities right now.

What’s your favorite name for a girl? Olivia. I like the name Mia too, but one of my clients has the same name so for now it’s taken a backseat as my favorite lololol. I love Elliott for a girl, too.

How do you make your coffee? I rely on 3-in-1 coffee precisely because I’m terrible at making my own coffee and always fuck up the ratios for the add-ons.

Do you know anyone who has a matching tattoo with someone? (including yourself)? Apart from BTS, no not really lol.

[bigolgay]

awwww i’m so glad to hear that, i really am! it means a lot! i’m just gonna say it again, as a little reminder, life can be a lot and i want this conversation to stay enjoyable for you, so late replies are totally fine!! :)

wellll…we’re not gonna talk about that haha, had a bit of a moment a few hours ago which is also the reason why i’m not following through on our new year’s resolution right now…sorry :// but i’m feeling okay now :) thank you hehe :)) haha yes! prime nap time! i love naps, i get up in the morning and can look forward to my little afternoon nap. also: have you ever thought about a nap date? i want to have a nap date! we meet up, get into our pjs, cuddle up together and nap :) i might fall in love straight away but i don’t care

oh no, please don’t! i started it! someone can be a cool person and still suck at teaching, and it doesn’t make you a bad person for feeling that way…that’s what i believe at least…and i mean…he must’ve known that his job included public speaking before he got into it haha

any way i can turn you into solid human form again? i think you won’t be able to face tomorrow as a liquid? ;) hmm but isn’t one month prior to the exams like way too late to start voicing concerns about some topics? they basically tell us to start studying in november…which i obviously didn’t do :)) you wouldn’t believe the fucked up stuff “educators” have said to my face before, so it wouldn’t really shock me if they told me i’m too stupid…but you know, that was when i was still in school and now i’m an adult at uni and they will probably treat me with more respect, so yeah…you’re probably right! i have a person in mind i could talk to, she doesn’t seem like the type to be rude, maybe i’ll have the courage to just ask her something after class and see what happens? thank you for saying what you said, you did not overstep and it wasn’t too long, it was exactly what i needed to hear to worry a bit less! it’s like you’re grabbing me by the shoulders and talking some sense into me, which i desperately need sometimes :))

nope, you can’t ;) mhm, you’re right! i think i need more people like you in my life, would you be open to cloning yourself and shipping your clone over to me? :))

i mean it can be scary if you actually fall, because you can like…badly injure yourself if you hit your head or something you know… and the moments leading up to it scare me a bit sometimes because your just not feeling well :// but yeah, i’d be very glad to have you there actually catching me haha, would’ve saved me from a lot of headaches :) an excuse to hold me? you know you don’t need an excuse right? ;) well, i don’t know about you, but i want to keep it right where it is ;) yes you, the sweetest!! i appreciate your take on the situation but i stand by what i said…you’re the sweetest!

should’ve just sent you a dm in my little moment of courage haha :‘) i don’t think i’ll ever be able to visit your blog again without imagining that little scenario in my head :)

i feel like a little calendar full of motivational quotes carefully curated just for you hehe :) oh stop it!!! now my heart is doing a thing again as well…you’re thinking way too highly of me <3

wow this got super long, but i felt like talking apparently, i hope you’re already asleep and that you’re gonna have a wonderful day tomorrow!!

My reply got deleted so we do this again💪

You’re so freaking sweet🥲like I’ve got toothache over how sweet you are. Thank you love, you’re always so patient and understanding. And of course, you don’t have to worry about late replies either, take as long as you need and want🫶🏼

Oh no, I’m sorry darling☹️how are you feeling now? Did you get some sleep? And don’t apologise angel😭you’re allllll good. Progress not perfection, remember? That applies to both of us. And plus, we’re aiming to improve our sleep schedules, we can still have nights where we’re up until early hours if we want/need to. I didn’t even know that was a thing… but now I know it is? Well, I’m gonna be thinking about it all the time🤣nap time + cuddles??? That’s perfection right there. I’d also fall in love instantly🤭

You didn’t start anything sweetheart, I just started tearing in this guy without actually knowing him lol🫣but yeah… I feel like public speaking kind of comes with the territory of being a teacher🤣

Nope. I’m only a liquid now. I am permanently melted by how lovely you are. Cannot be undone. Because you can’t simply stop being lovely. It’s impossible. Couldn’t if you tried. I will now go through my days as a liquid now🤣. Could you have started studying earlier? Sure. But the reality is you didn’t and I’m sure many others didn’t too. But it’s still not too close to the exams for you to not be able to do anything about it, you’ve given yourself some time to get on track. You might get a “you really should’ve started studying sooner/come to me sooner for help” but I *highly* doubt you’ll get a telling off or whatever. And the fact is, even if you they do tell you off (which they shouldn’t because you haven’t done anything wrong), although it’s not at all nice for you, their opinion of *you* doesn’t matter. They’re there to teach you and help you pass, you’ll finish uni and go on to whatever is next for you and they’ll be a flash in the pan of your life, a telling off or chastising because you didn’t study sooner is the worst that could happen and even after that, they’ll give you help. It’ll be… max 20 minutes of discomfort I reckon, and then you’ll leave and be in a better position and hopefully more confident in your abilities. It’ll suck but it’s necessary love🫶🏼. Some people shouldn’t be teachers. If they want to insult and belittle others then teaching is definitely not the job for them. Ridiculous. You’re not stupid at all, so get that out of your head immediately. You’re not stupid. And if anyone ever has said otherwise then fuck them. Good idea. And it doesn’t have to be a big thing, it can literally just be “I’m a bit concerned about how I’m doing and was wondering if you had any advice for me on how I can improve?”. You’re so brave sweetheart, I have full faith in you that you can do it❤️. I am here for you, and I will do my best to take some of the worry away and reassure you. Because you’re doing just fine, you’re doing great. I’m very proud of you🫶🏼

Now I dunno about that… I’ve always said that one of me is already far too many… but I suppose if I send my clone to you then that’s your problem and I don’t have to deal with it… so yeah if I figure out how to clone myself then I’ll send one your way😉

Oh that’s so scary☹️like… everything about it. The actual fainting is of course terrifying, but also the not feeling well?? Like feeling that somethings not right? So unnerving. I’m sorry sweetheart☹️. If I were there I’d keep you nice and safe and make sure you don’t get hurt🫶🏼. Well I know now… and I will definitely be taking advantage of that😉. I too want to keep it right there in that lovely brain of yours😉nuh uh, you’re sweeter. I dunno where you got the notion that I’m even a fraction as sweet as you, but it’s wrong😘

I’m just happy that your drunken courage made you message me at all, private or not, it’s nicer knowing you in some capacity than not (oh god… have I just outed myself as a total sap?). Hahaha I hope so🤣what a sight to behold… and to see that any time you pop over and see my blog? Lucky you😉🤣

Hehe they’re very good motivational quotes, I am honoured to receive them🫡. I think I think suitably high of you, you’re utterly delightful and I��m very lucky to have a sweet thing like you still here talking to me😉🫶🏼

I hope you’ve been having a good day so far, my dear!

#I had to type this throughout the day between doing things #so I’m sorry if it sounds a bus disjointed and weird? #a sweetheart has stumbled into my asks!

[jewelsunrays]

Despite my less than ideal mood a few hours back, I’m (obviously) doing better. I am grumpy because I haven’t eaten or slept since yesterday, and a few things are plaguing me, but I’m not literally repressing tears anymore so that’s better. I won’t allow myself to stay down for too long.

Fucking older brother is slamming everything in the next room. He always slams things. The only times I hear him speak is when he’s complaining or mad. Its irritating. He’s loud and I get so jumpy. He’s so inconsiderate

Unrelated, but:

The thing I’ve just found out for myself about insecurities is that they never really go away. Early this year when I rediscovered my will to live, I was like, great, now that the suicidal thoughts and depression has chilled out, I can continue on a perfectly healthy person! Nope!

All the things I dismissed, the lack of care for myself while I was depressed and not looking towards the future because I thought I didn’t want or have one, these things have accumulated and are haunting me. Now I have discovered what worry and care for my future feels like for the first time since like, 2018. I hate it, by the way! I will literally be sat doing nothing and get a sudden wave of anxiety and need to relax myself.

On the topic of that, I realised the way I take care of myself when dealing with negative emotions has changed.

I’d say before October 2021 the way I dealt with emotions was just going straight to the group chat, do a quick vent and a keyboard spam, (by vent I mean I’d make a point of emphasising I was doing bad, wait until someone asked how I was doing, say I was fine, then cry that nobody cared nor noticed my sadness💀) then lying in bed feeling shoddy and scrolling through edgy quotes about it.

Nowadays, I don’t actively tell anyone about any Genuine negative emotions (instead I take minor unimportant problems in my life and make a mountain out of a molehill to give them the illusion that I am an open and emotional person), but I do make sure not to take on anyone else’s emotional burden, I make myself a cup of tea and do a hobby I enjoy while either watching TV or listening to music, instead of just lying there basking in my negativity. Maybe have a little cry and write down what I’m feeling too. The exact opposite of before, basically.

Pros? I can take care of myself better. I know how to cheer myself up and distract myself. I write down my emotions instead of telling people, as a negotiation for bottling them up. I don’t force my emotions onto others and get mad when they don’t read my mind, even when I am clearly not doing them any favours in the matter. I am happier nowadays. Dealing with my own emotions means I can help others with theirs. Cons? I don’t tell people anything. The illusion that I am okay and experience empathy is not helpful. Not sharing my emotions and inner thoughts and feelings and things I go through means I feel distanced from people around me. I drink way too much tea. Similarities? Neither are perfect!

Anyway, as to what I was saying before that side rant. I guess its better to worry about my own future than worry about catering to other people. I’m glad I’m not like that anymore. Nowadays I think I’d rather die than be a people pleaser. I’m sure people pleasers would agree, but they’d probably be lying to ‘spare my feelings’ and ‘avoid a fight’. (Sorry but its true.)

You’d think being a previous people-pleaser I’d understand but my newfound ability to logically read into every situation and only ever know how to give advice when someone comes to me venting has led to me lacking: ✨empathy✨. Therefore every time, my lack of empathy and the way I think logically about emotional situations always lead me to: ‘Oh my god! Just fucking say no! The only reason you are in this situation! Is because you are not saying no! You are not saying anything about the situation to people who are worsening it! And most of the time the very people you are complaining about would help you if you just communicated!’

The amount of times I wish I could go back and scream that in the face of my younger self…

[waterberry-strawmelon]

I feel like there needs to be a name for the specific type of emotion you feel when you’re around other queer ppl who you aren’t out to but they keep calling you an ally and you just have to sit there and choke on your own tight smiles and silence 🙃

#like on the one hand i guess I haven’t given them reason to assume I’m queer (?????) but. i think this is way more presumptuous yknow #and also #there was a moment a while back where a sorta mutual friend just straight up asked me if I was gay #and I felt rlly bad lying so I said ‘no but—haha no but it’s whatever’ and in that split second I freaked myself out and didn’t say anything #so it’s like. I get why they’d think that I’m straight #but like. just bc I said I wasn’t gay doesn’t mean I’m not queer. #and I get that I sorta had a way of clarifying #like there was a perfect opening to be like ‘nope but I’m not straight either’ but I just got fucking scared #and I was sooooo unprepared for that. like it came so out of the blue #blegh. everything feels messy and I just feel sad :( #I feel such a simultaneous pressure to come out so I can feel better abt myself #but I haven’t explicitly like. come out to anyone in my life actually and that’s terrifying #here online I just kinda treat it as a fact #and even then I don’t love specifying a whole lot? I mean it’s pretty fuckin obvious if u read my tags and shit but I still find it #so difficult to even type out the phrase ‘I’m aro’ yknow? like idk. idk. I think I feel like I’m faking a lot and that really really sucks. #I think that one post summed it up really well: ‘you can’t really prove/be proud of a lack of something.’ idk if that was the exact wording #but my point still stands. idk. I think I’m being a lil over dramatic but sue me I’m fucking tired. #thanks for reading if anyone got this far. #mine #just some thoughts #about me

[strangelysamantha]

 crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills. 

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

request? nope, but requests are open :)

a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him,  especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away. 

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks. 

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer. 

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?” 

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

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