#like words don’t do justice as to how much I fucking hate her

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

JK Rowling being a Holocaust denier wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card but in hindsight it probably should have been.

At this point I don’t care how much Harry Potter means to you, I don’t care if it saved your life, if you think having some dumb fucking House scarf from a made up fantasy series is more important than calling out a white supremacist, transphobic, ableist hag then YOU are part of the problem and you are just as bad as she is.

#god please unfollow me if you support her I fucking mean it #she is so fucking stupid I hate her so fucking much #like words don’t do justice as to how much I fucking hate her #jk rowling #anti jkr #anti jk rowling

[lincolndjarin]

Not So Secret Santa

javier peña x fem!reader

this is a part of the @pedrostories gift exchange!!

summary : you get the only person you didn't want for your offices secret santa.

warnings/tags : 18+ mdni, enemies/friends to lovers, canon divergence, steve is your boss/close friend, reader and javier have a complicated relationship, reader is insecure, brief mentions of alcohol, porn with plot, smut, light angst, javier and reader fight physically but it's very light with no actual injury, masturbation, semi-public sex, p in v, idk how to properly tag this but javi likes boobs in this so he touches boobs, unprotected sex (don't do this, wrap it this holiday season), use of a makeshift gag, rough yet very loving sex because it's christmas and christmas magic means i can write what i want.

tldr : you and javi have sex in his office and you put his tie in his mouth to shut him up.

word count : 4.4k

✦ : merry christmas @taro-666 !!! i'm your secret santa !!! i hope you're well this holiday season and i hope you enjoy this fic !! i haven't written much peña, despite how much i love him so i hope i did him justice and i hope you have a wonderful holiday <3 <3 (also sorry this is a little late (20 minuetes left before midnight so we're good). i was out with family all day and was only just now able to get to my laptop, i promise i didn't forget about you lmao)

no use of y/n, reader has hair and painted nails & javier sort of half picks her up at one point, nothing else is described besides clothing.

lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics

“Please, Steve, I’ll give you a week's pay.” You lean across his desk, genuine desperation in your voice after an hour of begging. 

“Not gonna happen.” He doesn’t even bother looking up from his computer.

“A month.” Your voice is starting to pitch up, something similar to anguish in your tone. Your offer finally gets a reaction out of him as his eyes widen, head tilting up.  

“Jesus, you can’t be serious.” He’s examining your expression, trying to determine the sincerity of your claim. 

“My entire Christmas bonus.” 

“Okay, stop.” He sighs, giving you a sympathetic look. “We’re not allowed to switch.”

“When did you become such a stickler for the rules?” You cross your arms in front of your chest. 

“It’s just a secret Santa. He’s our friend, whether you like it or not, you two are close and this shouldn’t be this big of a deal, now go, please, I need to finish up here so I can leave at a reasonable hour.” He loosens his tie as you sigh. 

“It’s not just a secret Santa, Steve. It’s an opportunity for him to tell me that I once again didn’t do something right. No matter what I get him, it isn’t going to be good enough.” Even as you’re saying it you can see that he isn’t going to change his mind about this. 

“He’s a dick to everybody. That’s inevitable, it just means he’s comfortable with you.” He’s already turning back to his work. 

“Please, Steve.” 

“No.”

You glare down at him, giving him your angriest look as his gaze tilts back up to meet yours. 

When it’s clear that he isn’t going to switch you turn and leave, slamming his office door in the process. 

“Don’t forget, I need you here early to help set up for the party!” His muffled voice seeps out into the hall as you walk away. 

Once you’re out in your car and far away from prying eyes you unfold the damned slip of paper you’d drawn earlier today. 

Javier P. 

Of course, you got stuck with fucking Peña, a nickname you’d given him a few months ago. He absolutely hates it but the entire time you’ve worked for the DEA he’s gone out of his way to bother you. Sure, he’s your “friend”, in a strange, complicated way. But he still drives you up the wall with his constant need to one up you and the way he’s constantly making passes at women around the office. 

And it’s not like you have any problems with him sleeping around, lord knows you’ve had a fair amount of one night stands, but he just has to hit on every woman you work with. 

Every single woman, except you. 

You’d never admit it of course but a part of you will always be self conscious about that fact. It doesn’t help that Javier absolutely adores bothering you at every possible moment. He loves nothing more than to pester, annoy, and mock you, spending nearly half his day leaning over your desk despite the million complaints you’ve sent Steve about his persistent partner. 

He’ll sit on your desk, doing an endless amount of things to cause you distress. Like crowding you with his cigarette smell and vanilla cologne as he tells you you’re filling papers wrong, or telling you what colors to paint your nails, or solving your cases before you can even get to them, or teasing you about your shitty car. Today he wouldn’t stop bothering you about your weekend plans like he doesn’t already know exactly where you’ll be. 

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” He’d asked with that devastating smirk and eyebrow raise combo. 

“I have to go buy my secret Santa gift, just like everyone else.” You’d turned away, avoiding eye contact as he scoffed. 

“What about Saturday?” He continued to pry, you wanted nothing more than to shove his perfect ass off your desk. 

“The Christmas party, Javi. Just like everyone else.” You had sighed, squeezing the bridge of your nose as Emilia had walked past your desk. Javier immediately forgot your entire conversation as he turned to her. 

“I love your nails.” He’d pushed his hair out of his face, holding his hand out to take hers, getting a closer look at the well manicured designs. 

You had tuned out after that. Not wanting to be involved in the exchange as you went back to typing. Acutely aware of your own nails. 

Red chipped paint. 

You couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like to be the object of his affection.

It wouldn’t matter if he did hit on you, you would probably reject him anyway. 

Probably. 

It doesn’t matter, it’s never gonna happen so why let it bother you? 

With a sigh you toss the paper into your cup holder, reaching to turn on the radio, maybe some Christmas music will make you feel better. Of course nothing happens as you turn up the volume knob but it makes you want to scream regardless. 

Stupid fucking Peña. 

Stupid broken radio, stupid shitty car. 

“Fuck.” You mumble under your breath as you shift into drive.

Before you know it you’re back in your car in the DEA office parking lot, this time a few things are different though. 

You’re dressed nicer, trading your slacks in for a skirt and your dress shirt for a sweater. And of course you now have a small wrapped box in your lap. 

Since you had yesterday off for the holiday you spent your Friday at the mall, searching for a gift for Javier. Eventually you had settled on three little things; Nicotine gum, mostly because you’ll get more work done if he isn’t constantly dragging you outside for his smoke breaks. He complains too much about going alone and it’s always been easier not to argue, now he can stay at your desk with his gum. Beard oil, the fancy stuff he always insists on using in his mustache. You’d bought him the wrong kind last year for his birthday and you still haven’t heard the end of it. And a lighter, you had to beg the shop owner to make an exception and do a same day engraving of his birthday. 

Jesus. 

You know way too much about him. 

You arrived two hours early as requested by Steve to help him set up. With the wrapped box tucked under your arm you anxiously tap the patterned wrapping paper with your freshly manicured nails. 

“You should paint your nails green, I love green.” He had said through a drag of his cigarette. 

Why did you let that idiot's opinions influence this decision? You feel foolish. The green chrome polish shimmering in the street lights in the parking lot as you step into the building. You had extra time while you were waiting for the engraving and you just couldn’t help yourself when the salon was just a few stores away. The image of Javier holding your hand and examining your painted nails while telling you how nice they looked was just too tempting. Maybe he’d even ask if you did it just for him, and you could drag him into a closet at the party, the exact situation you watched unfold last year. Except in that scenario you weren’t the lucky lady he’d run off with that night. 

There’s no time to be thinking like that.

You shake off whatever filth you were imagining as you look around the hectic mess of garland and glitter.

Steve is already stressing, setting up tables as you set your gift under the tree before getting to work. The office is already mostly decorated but with his new position as supervisor Steve is insistent that everything be perfect his first Christmas in charge. So you plate food, and you mix drinks exactly as he wants them, and you hold the ladder steady when he insists on putting more lights up. When you’ve got about a half an hour before guests start arriving you’re finishing up and last minute touches, the two of you crowded around a drink tower. 

The tension from your conversation yesterday seems to have fizzled out as you become engrossed in your work, when you’ve both finished he gives you an appreciative look.

“Thank you, seriously, it means a lot.” You help him adjust his tie as he straightens out his shirt. 

“Anytime, although I’m surprised you didn’t just ask Javier.” You pat his shoulder as you finish, brushing a stray blonde hair out of his eyes. 

He laughs, a nervous chuckle that makes you raise an eyebrow but when you open your mouth to comment on it he lets out a relieved sigh as the first of your coworkers arrive.

More people show up than you could have expected. 

You stay near Steve for most of the beginning until he gets dragged away by one of the higher ups who had made an appearance, leaving you alone to sip your drink against the back wall. You hum along to a Christmas song that plays loud enough to drown out any conversation you might eavesdrop on to entertain yourself in his absence, your eyes scan the crowds as you try to match up the people you work with with their spouses. 

You’re getting ready to find another group to talk to when you catch a glimpse of him standing against the opposite wall, talking to Bonnie, the woman who works in the cubicle next to yours. 

Fucking Peña. Dressed in a stupidly tight green dress shirt. 

You should leave them alone, especially if he’s trying to make a move on her. But you can’t help it as you make your way around the room towards them, a vague sense of jealousy settling in your stomach. 

String lights twinkle across the ceiling of the office, creating a warm ambience throughout the space, just as you’re about to tap him on the shoulder you overhear their conversation. 

“I had to beg Steve to switch with me, took an hour of convincing and a week's paycheck but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face.” His back is to you as he leans in closer to Bonnie. 

He’s probably talking about one of the other women from the office. Steve probably had someone Javier was trying to impress and that’s why Steve didn’t want to trade with you, he had already promised his pick to Javier. 

Whatever, you can’t be too bothered about that. It does make you want to return to your spot on the other side of the room but you don’t get the chance to as the music is turned down rather suddenly.

One of the secretaries, Benjamin, stands on a chair, making an announcement that it’s time to do the secret Santa. You manage to twist through the crowds so Javier never sees you, finding his gift and bringing it to where he now stands, simultaneously keeping an eye out for your own gift.  

You hand him the box, watching the way his face lights up. 

“You picked me?” He grins as you nod, carefully peeling back the wrapping paper as you feel a tap on your shoulder. Benjamin waits behind you, leaning in to whisper while you watch Javier open his gift. 

“It was short notice so we didn’t have time to get you a back up gift but your secret Santa told us at the last minute that he forgot to get you something, he promised to bring in something after New Years, I’m so sorry.” You feel a little disappointed as he murmurs but it isn’t that big of a deal, it’s a busy time of year and people can forget things. 

“No worries, do you know who it was? I’d like to at least tell them it’s fine.” You turn away from Javier as he smiles at the nicotine gum, Benjamin's eyes flicker from your face to Javier’s before he gives you a sympathetic look, walking away. 

Javier traded for your name? 

As your head tilts to look at him now you can see the smirk he’s now sporting. 

“ …but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face.”

Javier had made a conscious effort to get your name just so he could not get you something.

Huh.

That doesn’t feel great. The look he gets to see on your face is betrayal and then just sadness. You don’t really care what the reason for his decision is, you turn and walk away from him regardless. If he tries to say something to you it’s drowned out by the music that starts once again. 

Why are you so upset over some stupid joke? If it had been anyone else you wouldn’t have cared, you’d have brushed it off as a harmless accident but this wasn’t an accident. 

Maybe he didn’t really think of you as a friend. 

Maybe all of the teasing and one-upmanship really was from a place of animosity and you were just too blind and too infatuated to see it. You want to cry but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction so you sift through the bowl of keys, searching for the Star Wars keychain attached to your lanyard but you can’t find it. The combination of the blaring Christmas songs with the frustration you’re currently feeling only makes you more emotional.  

You don’t want to go to the bathrooms where you might run into someone and you can’t go to Steve’s office because he might be talking to his supervisor, so you go to the only place you know there won’t be people. 

Javier’s office. 

You walk as quickly as you can, slipping inside as you slam the door shut behind you, clicking the lock in place before turning around, resting against the door as you feel tears spilling from your eyes. It isn’t until he clears his throat that your head snaps up.

Today is just not your day.

Did he know you’d come here? How the hell did he beat you here? He’s fidgeting with the lighter you bought him, watching it light and go out as he sits with your keys in his other hand. 

Your face feels hot as you take in the sight of him. 

“Give me my keys.” You hold your hand out, wiping your eyes with the other as you wait. Of course he doesn’t hand them over, that would be too easy and today is insisting on being difficult. 

“I really liked your gift. Seriously, this is… outrageously thoughtful.” He murmurs, seemingly unaware of your mood until he takes a closer look at you, his expression shifting as he realizes your eyes are rimmed with red. “Why are you so upset? What happened?” He slides open a drawer, tossing your keys into his desk while you consider calling a cab. 

What a foolish question. 

How could he possibly not know?

“I want to leave, I’m sick of this party.” You turn to leave, maybe Steve can drive you home. 

“Come on, the parties barely started.” He’s on his feet, he doesn’t try to corner you, if anything he sets himself against the wall. 

“And I want to leave.” When you reach for the doorknob he grabs your wrist, holding it as he stares at you, a look of impatience crosses his face. 

“Don’t tell me you’re mad about the secret Santa.” His brows furrow. 

“This isn’t about a stupid secret Santa.”

“It sure seems like it is.” He’s still holding your wrist, why is he still holding your wrist?  

This isn’t about the secret Santa. It’s a lot more than that, and after ages of keeping your thoughts to yourself in front of him you just let it out. 

“This is about the fact that you don’t even care about me enough to make any sort of effort. I know you deliberately chose me, you specifically chose to do this to me and I don’t care that it’s just a stupid prank. It still- It’s still a shitty thing to do.” Your voice starts cracking half way through and you can feel your eyes welling up again but it doesn’t matter anymore, you were wrong, the two of you aren’t friends. 

“So this is about the secret Santa.” 

Of course he wouldn’t get it. 

“You’re an idiot.” You finally pull your wrist from him. 

You aren’t sure what else to do so you shove him, his back hitting the wall with a soft thud as you push past him to get to his desk, hoping to grab your keys but he catches your waist first. 

“Can you stop being so stubborn for five seconds and just let me explain myself?” You can tell his patience is wearing thin, his voice is strained as he pulls you back against him, caging you against his chest with his arms. 

“Fuck Javi- let me go-” You try to kick his knees but he anticipates it, shifting his legs to avoid you.

“Just wait- listen to me.” He swings you around a bit as he tries to still you, you can feel his breath hitching, the buttons of his shirt digging into your back. The two of you thrash around for another moment until you freeze, feeling something poking your hip. When he realizes why you stopped putting up a fight he lets you go in an instant. “Shit- I-I’m sorry.” He stammers as you turn around towards him, eyes wide. 

You never thought you’d see Javier Peña flustered yet here he is. When you take a step back his cheeks are burning red, his fingers twitch nervously at his side, and as much as you try to ignore it, his pants are tighter than usual. (And considering how tight they usually are this is quite a feat.) He won’t look you in the eye. 

“It- It’s fine, Javi.” You adjust the hem of your skirt, trying to fix your hair. You just can’t catch a break today. “It was an accident, there was a lot of- of friction and it happens. I think I should just go.” You stutter a bit trying to find the right words. This entire evening has been catastrophic, and you’re more than ready to call it a night. 

“It’s not an accident.” He mumbles, finally looking at you, not bothering with subtlety as he adjusts himself. “You should probably go.” 

If it’s not an accident you don’t want to go. 

You want to stay and keep making accidents, starting with rushing forward into him, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. Which is exactly what you do. At first he doesn’t react and you worry you read the situation wrong but when you pull away, just an inch, his hands envelop you. 

Hips, waist, back, shoulders, hair. He’s everywhere, all consuming as his teeth graze your lips, in an instant your backside hits his desk.

When he finally does remove his lips from yours his are slick and a tiny bit swollen, his pupils swallow his irises whole. 

“I loved your gift, I wasn’t joking, it’s perfect and the last thing I want is for you to think that I don’t care about you. Of course we’re friends, you-” As he rambles on you ball up the end of his tie, unceremoniously shoving it between his teeth. 

“Talk later, this now.” You grab the bottom of your sweater, pulling it up over your head, watching his jaw tense at the sight of your chest, his hands playing with the strap of your bra as you hop up onto his desk. Hiking your skirt up, he slots himself between your legs, your own fingers push your panties to the side as he reaches behind you, easily twisting the clasp of your bra to release it, tossing it to the side as his enormous palms engulf your breasts. 

You dip your fingers into the wetness between your legs, briefly taking a moment to wonder how you found yourself here. Just moments ago you were ready to leave and consider your friendship with Javier over, yet now you’re spread out on his desk, on display for him as you sink your fingers into your eager cunt. 

You don’t get to linger on the thought for long because he groans into the fabric of his tie and you’re pulled back into the moment. 

Jesus you’re soaked. 

You have no trouble pushing two slick digits into yourself. You can feel the outline of him against your thigh and you know that you need to warm yourself up to take him. He’s too engrossed in your tits to do it right now and you’ve waited too long for this, you don’t want to wait, you just want to have him. 

He’s tender at first, squeezing and softly tracing the outline of your areola until he seemingly can’t control himself any longer and he pinches, rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as your whine. Back arching of the oak of his desk as you curl your own fingers. Even through the tie his moans are still somehow louder than yours, you’re briefly worried about someone hearing as you let out a whimper while he tweaks your nipple but the music’s so loud at the party you can hear Mariah Carey from here. 

You don’t stop for a second, putting your focus on reaching the peak that you find yourself already getting startlingly close to. You can feel yourself pulsing as you pick up the pace, reveling in the way his eyes devour the very sight of you. You’re agonizingly close when he grabs your wrist, removing your fingers carefully as you try and resist, wanting to finish what you started, you’re about to whine when he begins unzipping his pants. You can feel your pussy clenching at the very sight of him, of course he isn’t wearing any underwear under his dress pants so the second his zipper is fully down his cock springs free.

Javier fucking Peña has a gorgeous cock. 

Standing stiff and proud without either one of you even having to touch it. Pretty and pink on the tip, already leaking down the shaft. And heavy, as he takes it in his hand, his other hand gripping your waist as lines himself at your entrance. He takes a moment, eyes scanning your face, silently asking for permission. 

You can’t nod fast enough but the second that you do he slides into you. 

You could never conjure up something this good in your fantasies. The way he fills you, stretching you open as he whimpers into the fabric of his tie, you like that he listened, that he kept it in his mouth this long. His strokes are needy and fast, like he’s been waiting for this for so long and now he can’t help but be ravenous. You were already painfully close before he filled you with his perfect cock, it takes only a few minutes for you to be right back there. His fingers dig into your waist so hard that you’re certain he’ll leave marks as he slams in and out of you, pulling out almost entirely with every thrust. 

You’re vaguely aware of the sound of his trinkets rolling off his desk and onto the floor. 

“Javi, Javi, Javi.” Between gasps you chant his name, the sound encouraging him as he pushes in deep, his pelvis grinding against your clit until you see stars. Your cunt clenching around him as your orgasm is ripped out of you. Messy and loud and blurry, he fucks you through it. You’re so blissed out you can barely focus on the persistent pounding into you until you manage to come back to your senses and his hands leave your waist, instead intertwining with your fingers as his hips twitch forward and you feel him hastily pull out of you.

He spits his tie out, opting to instead bite your shoulder as he comes, the groan that leaves his throat is obscene. Raspy and filthy as he collapses down on top of you, the two of you sweating and gasping amongst the paperwork and pens now scattered across his desk. 

Did that really just happen?

He manages to collect himself first, leaning back and tucking himself into his pants before quickly tending to you. He grabs a few tissues, wiping your stomach where the product of your activities lay, before redressing you, slipping the flats that had slipped off, back onto your feet, pulling your skirt back down to cover you as he slides your panties back into place, and retrieving your bra and sweater, lifting you into a sitting position as he redresses you, kissing your cheeks, nose, and forehead the entire time. 

“All good?” He whispers, gentler than you’ve ever heard him as you nod, grinning. 

“Good enough to make me forgive you for not getting me a present.” You reach into his drawer, grabbing your keys before sliding off of his desk. 

“Maybe this was your present.” He tilts his head, kissing you again, smiling all the while. 

“That was the perfect gift then.” Probably the best you’ve ever gotten.

“Are you gonna stay for the rest of the party?” He takes your hands in his, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles into your skin. 

“I think I need to go to bed after that.” You laugh as you jingle your keys, turning towards the door as he catches your lips in another kiss. 

It makes your heart flutter. The continued affection makes you think this isn’t a one time thing. You want more. You want conversations about feelings, and to talk about what just happened, you want to feel him inside you again, and the look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to get all of that. But right now you’re tired, so the rest can wait. 

“Can I walk you to your car?” You nod as he murmurs.

He doesn’t let go of your hand, walking you out of the building towards your car, opening the door for you and giving you one last kiss with a promise that he’d call you tomorrow, before you watched him walk back into the building.

Your phone buzzes as you turn your key in the ignition, the sound of Wham! fills the car, Last Christmas playing softly. You take your phone out of your pocket, checking the text notification from Javier. 

[ i forgot to tell you how pretty your nails are. merry christmas hermosa ]

Your head turns up in surprise as you realize your radio is working. A new radio system is installed in the center of your dashboard, with a little green bow taped to the top, and a paper tag with Javi’s familiar messy handwriting. 

from : your secret fucking santa

a/n : happy holidays everyone!!

#pedrostoriesgift23 #lincolndjarin #taro-666 <3 #javier pena smut #javier peña #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Daddy dearest (Rhaenyra/Harwin Daughter x Darkish Daemon Targaryen) (READER OR OC)

🔷Summary: You are Rhaenyra's and Harwin's daughter and you just proposed to Aemond, your stepdaddys worst enemy.

WORDCOUNT: 2159

🔷Author's note: This was a request, this is my first Daemon fic so i hope i did him justice without turning him into a carebear or a scary pookie.

🔷Warnings: Oc/reader is a brat, reader has clear empathy issues, reader has a daddy kink (liiiiiterallly) targcest!, dark!daemon, smut, p in v, fucking, desk fucking, choking, slut-shaming, high-treason, cheating, (daemon) slight gore, and dom/sub themes.

There is something about Targaryens that makes them a little more dangerous than other families. You have always known that. But there is something about you that makes you a little more dangerous than most Targaryens. 

Like a dragon, you wish to be close to the fire, letting it consume your everything while you hiss at your pain. You always enjoyed creating drama and orchestrating plots. You have been good at it. 

So, when your one-eyed uncle, Aemond Targaryen one day writes a sobby letter where he confesses his love and devotion to you, regrets killing your little brother, and vows that he will love you from the end of his days, it is not the prospect of peace that makes you happy. It is the prospect of war.

You write back, of course you do. You appeal to Aemond’s pride, his titles, his ‘’beauty’’ and most of all: His ego. You assume that the two of you will be married soon, should your mother wish it. Everything to avoid the war.

You happily brush your hair, thinking of all the good things that will hopefully happen to your family now. You love wearing your hair on a side-braid, the way Visenya wore hers.

You have just finished preparing for the day to come when your stepfather, Daemon Targaryen barges into your rooms. You don’t bow or greet him, instead you just smirk at his furious expression and red worked up cheeks. You fold your hands on your back and raise your chin with an innocent smirk. ‘’You seem upset.’’ You speak, your voice cheerful.

Daemon hands you an opened letter. You briefly scan the words and sigh, noticing the familiar awfully nauseating perfect handwriting of Aemond Targaryen. He brags to Daemon about ‘’Seducing’’ you and that you ‘’soon will be pregnant with child.’’ Inwardly, you roll your eyes, but you did suspect that Aemond would write Daemon about his ‘’conquest’’ of you. Of course he would. That is why you picked Aemond in the first place. He thinks you are being conquered but in reality he is a pawn in a plot he has no clue of. He is as a sheep being lured in the wolf’s den, unaware he is about to be slaughtered.

But you don’t let Daemon see your disgust at this, kinslayer waving his win in his rival’s face.  Daemon is very worried for your safety. ‘’Are you insane, courting him? Have you forgotten what that child murderer did to our family?’’ As much as you miss Lucerys, you won’t kill yourself or others for his dead chewed up corpse. Luc would want everyone to get along and to make peace, not war. Which is why he died, as it is a very foolish way of handling enemies. You feel indifferent about his loss. You miss a bit, but you won’t trade a limb back for him.

You hand him the letter back. ‘’Yes. I am betrothed. Aren’t you happy for me?’’ It is almost funny how quickly his emotions change from utter rage and murder, to disappointment, to heartbreak and finally how all his emotion die and only a mask remains.

He becomes silent. The only thing you hear is the betrayal of your own heart beating. ‘’With Aemond?’’ He asks, now a bit calmer than previously. ‘’You know you can get much better.’’ He says. You don’t know who he refers to.

You roll your eyes. ‘’No, with Aegon. Of course with Aemond!’ You know he hates it when you roll your eyes.

‘’What the fuck do you mean with ‘’of course’’?’’’You giggle inwardly.

You blink rapidly, innocently.

‘’Daddy dearest, don’t cuss please. It’s very peasant-like. Aren’t you happy I’m finally engaged? You tried so hard to find a good suitor for me.’’ You grin.

‘’Your mother and I should choose your suitor! Have you thought about any of us during these games with Aemond?’’ More than he would ever know. 

You sigh, lying easily.

‘’I will be honest, you haven’t both been on my mind very much.’’

You need a final push. You are so close. ‘’Daddy dearest, me and Aemond are meant to be. Soon I’ll carry his babies for him and make him a father when I polish his creepy sapphire eye for him while he breeds me as if I am livestock. You either adjust-’’ That is pushing it too far, part of you just knows it. You can see when you cross a line and you just did that. You see a reflection of danger and insanity in the eyes of Daemon, the man you’ve yearned for so long. 

He grabs you violently by the throat, and you squeak pathetically when he drags you with him. Daemon has lost his patience with you and drags you with him as if you are a toy. ‘’Not another word. No one is breeding you. Not him at least.’’ With a push you are on your back, on your writing desk. Daemon throws several of your books and your quills on the ground, bending you under him. You pretend to groan but your lips are curled up in a smile, when he removes your smallclothes, pulling them down and exposing your body to him. 

His big hands grab each of your asscheeks when you hiss in anticipation. He releases his anger on your poor behind but you can’t say that you mind. If anything, you love it. You wait for Daemon to finish his spanking before turning on your desk, revealing your other entrance to him. A glistering wet and needy entrance. ‘’Aemond rides the biggest dragon. Do you think his cock is the biggest too? I read something about men with funny noses-’’ You will never finish the sentence.

Your head is smashed down and you finally feel Daemon’s experienced hands touch your so eager cunt. You whimper, weak and softly when he takes a stance behind you, and you clench yourself when you hear the sound of his belt being removed. ‘’You want a man to breed you, you horny little slut? You want to be fucked and owned as a whore? Fine with me.’’ He groans in your ear when spitting in your face. You recoil in brief disgust before your legs are spread wide and open and his cock is forced deep inside of you, causing you to grunt against the wood of the desk. Daemon yanks you up by your arms, fucking you without speaking. You become a little light in the head as pleasure mixes inside of you, and you can’t believe it's finally happening. His cock feels good to have inside of you and once again you clench, needy as a whore.

Daemon grins in your ear when noticing your little cries and gasps of pleasure. ‘’You wish to be bred, little girl? You wish for your Kepa to make you his little whore?’’ He grins, using his Valyrian accent for that one word. You become even more aroused because of that and moan, weakly. Daemon sinks in back inside of you, pulling you up so he can fuck you when you lay on your desk. Your wooden deks cracks of the movements as Daemon takes your maidenhead on it, not giving a fuck for your sore museles or your begs. 

‘’Daemon…’’

You are close to your heights. There are days just like these when you touch yourself, imagining it was him all along. And now he is, taking you as his spoils and fucking you the way a conquerer takes his spoils. You beg. ‘’Daemon..’’ You are spanked another time, this time on your cunny that is brutally fucked at the same time. You cry out in pain and glare at Daemon who simply smirks back at you, before dragging his nails into your skin, forcing you back on his cock for another good, but painful ride. You become used to the pain, and to the feeling of having a man inside of you. It is better than everything you ever did to yourself. ‘’Kepa, please…’’ You beg, pathetically. 

Your stepfather has no mercy for you, grinning as if you are his enemy and this is your end. ‘’You are a little greedy whore. I won’t finish you off. The only one who comes is me, little Princess. Your Kepa will put a child inside your belly, perhaps that will teach you some respect.’’ He vows, riling you up against his cock until you nearly come.

You become even more aroused, fighting your desires and the urge to ride his cock. ‘’What if I’m not with child?’’ You ask, knowing you will like the answer very much.

Daemon pauses, the cock half inside of you, taunting you, torturing you. ‘’Then I simply must return and fuck you the way a dog fucks his bitch until you are, won’t I?’’ He breaths out, before taking you again on the desk. You are taken now quicker, faster and can barely keep up. Your cries become louder and freer and Daemon needs to wrap his free hand around your mouth to silence you when his cock fucks your body sore. The thrusts become rougher and more dominate and Daemon hits you again, and again and again on your ass when fucking you sore and likely very bloody. Yet you cry in approval, beg without words and plead for more by slowly grinding back against his body.

You see a determination that is very arousing in his eyes. He grabs your hips, impales you with his cock, all the way in and fucks you harshly and more animalstic than before. You lose count of how many he times he fucks you, but when he is finished, you can hear him grunt and you know his cum is inside your body right now. You remain on the desk, frozen, half undressed, and needy and naked.

Daemon grabs you by your throat once more, moving you to your bed. He throws you on it, grabbing a pillow. You protest but are turned on your stomach. He presses your face in the pillow so your cries can’t be heard and whispers in your ear. ‘’You’re going to become such a marvelous little mother for my son, Princess. Yes you will.’’ He murmurs against your belly. You whimper wordlessly.

His cock finds your body again and is pushed all the way in, when he kisses your hair and fucks you gently this time. ‘’Come for Kapa. Show me what a pretty obedient slave you can be for me.’’He whispers. You feel it build as he fucks you harder and harder and as your eyes close you cry out in the pillow he forces you on your mouth, soaking it in the process when Daemon fucks you when you scatter around him, breaking into million of pieces. 

Satisfied with your state, Daemon removes the pillow and looks at your wet, but bloodied cunny. ‘’Such a good slut for Kepa.’’ He tells you with a smirk. You pant still in denial that that happened. He pats your belly next. You lean in and want to kiss him. ‘’Kepa..’’

But he pulls away, disgusted all of a sudden and angry. ‘’You will write to Aemond today. You will invite him to an inn somewhere close and you will seduce him. I want him to think mine child is his. I want to be there, when you reveal to him you played him and I want to see his pathetic little mind break at the betrayal you and me pulled on him.’’ He grins. You nod, absently. 

‘’What if I don’t want to fuck Aemond?’’ You have seen the man and he seems very boring in the sheets, almost as boring as he is in the streets.

Daemon grabs you by your throat, choking you and you gasp, but you feel a different connection to him now. He seeded and sored you. He made you his in a way and you are now his little princess. ‘’Did I fuck your brains out, little dumb princess?’’ He groans out. 

You are shocked as you gasp for air, worried it ends there for you. ‘’K-Kepa…’’

He sighs at your stupidity. ‘’You will fuck Aemond, you’ll be a needy little slut for him and fuck the shrimp he calls a cock, and you’ll pretend your baby is his.’’ What does that even accomplish?

‘’But we don’t know yet if I am even pregnant!’ You whisper distraught by the idea of bedding your uncle.

Daemon smirks. ‘’One of these days, you will be. I have had a taste of you, princess and I will be back. Your mother is not cutting it for me anymore. She is the love of my life, but love only does so much.’’ He speaks, petting your cheeks when you silently cry. 

‘’Go make Aemond happy. Then we will destroy him. Together.’’ He promises you, with a kiss on your lips.

A/N

Aemond, thinking he has a pure valyrian woman waiting for him that will help him destory daemon:

HE HAS NO IDEA-

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LOVE IS A WAR

PAIRING : Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon

SYNOPSIS : love is a war when it comes to trying not to batt an eye when cupid is knocking at your door, especially when you and your ex started to hate each other’s guts, resulting in actions which you both don’t actually mean.

THEMES: smut & lots of angst. 7.7k wc.

WARNINGS : this work is an idol x idol fic!!! more narration and less talking, originally was written in filo but i edited it to be a little more western, hints of filo culture, SMUT, NSFW UNDER THE CUT, enemies to ????, no beta!!

SMUT WARNINGS : porn w/o plot, mating press, unprotected sex (wrap that up!), implied infidelity, fucking your ex’s bestfriend who’s taken, jw kinda hallucinates, brief voyeurism ( jungwon and rei), grinding (jay and wonyoung), making out table sex, couch sex, angsty sex, jungwon and wonyoung cries and i mean a lot of that, cunnilingus multiple orgasms, multiple orgasms, multiple positions.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : requested work! thank you to my dearest anon who sent these in! 🥹 this was pretty much a rollercoaster for me so i hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did! i also hope i did justice to this huhuu labyu!

“Oh– oh god, Won! Holy shit, you’re fucking– oh fuck, it’s so good!” Andrea moans underneath Jungwon who smugly smiles as he’s hurriedly thrusting into her, chasing for his and her orgasm.

It was that time of the week where all Jungwon wanted was to unwind after some troubles – or rather his Wonyoung troubles because the gal had been targeting him once again for quite some time because somehow she found out about Jungwon targeting students from her university, fucking them after a night out in The Island.

Sure, she didn’t need to interfere with whatever Jungwon was doing but Wonyoung just felt the need to do so. But why? Because she wanted Jungwon all to herself, although she can’t exactly get herself to admit all that.

Jungwon steadily holds Andrea underneath him, not letting the secretary of the student council move or attempt to change positions, he even hikes her legs up towards his shoulders, folding her in half as she moans in delight when Jungwon’s free hand wraps around her neck, just putting enough pressure on her neck for her to gasp when her airway briefly cuts off.

He watches her with prey-like eyes, watching as his meal visibly enjoys herself as he thrusts into her cunt at an animalistic pace. Jungwon's pace is relentless now that he folded her in half, hands gripping her waist tightly as he keeps her close to him as he thrusts away.

Jungwon even smiles when Andrea opens her eyes, eyes all watery from the tears that are trying to escape, one quick blink and all of a sudden her face starts to morph into someone else, her eyes start to look doll like with wispy lashes and orbs as brown as coffee, lips becoming all plump and luscious just like strawberries, her cheeks start to become flush in terms of color– just like how Wonyoung glows when she’s around her close friends, but never around jungwon.

He moans wantonly before his brows crease as he fixes his eyes on Wonyoung’s face, watching as her face distorts in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing as her mouth lets out moans of pleasure.

She bounces back and forth underneath Jungwon as he fucks her cunt roughly, he could even feel how wet her cunt was becoming, her walls pulsate around Jungwon’s cock, squeezing him tightly which has Jungwon moaning.

“W-won.. F-fuck, you’re tight.. Only I could fuck you like this, huh?” Jungwon stutters before he shuts his eyes tightly before plummeting into her warm cavern, making Wonyoung moan loudly underneath him.

Jungwon shudders when she tightens up around his cock, squeezing him tightly as her arms reach up for Jungwon’s shoulders to pull him down towards her, keeping him close as he’s crazily fucking her with her body still folded in half. He loses his words once she mutters she’s close, mind focused on the idea of making Wonyoung cum, making her remember that only he could make her feel this way.

His moans are loud and full when he plummets harder into her cunt, forcefully fucking her with such intensity that has Wonyoung moaning loudly underneath him, practically begging Jungwon to slow down and yet her actions contradicts her words as she’s pulling him closer towards her.

Jungwon grunts as he leans on her shoulder, lips pressed against her skin as he desperately tries to muffle his own moans as he’s thrusting into Wonyoung rapidly, eager to cum into the younger’s cunt. He always liked to make sure to cum inside whoever he fucked, burying it into their minds that he marked them up with his cum.

“Oh baby, you feel so damn good around my cock. I don’t think I could ever get tired of fucking your cunt.” Jungwon chokes out before he lets out a little whine before grabbing Wonyoung’s waist tightly, as he’s hurriedly thrusting into Wonyoung, his ears are satisfied once he hears her moan in delight as she scratches up Jungwon’s back as she feels herself reaching her orgasm.

Jungwon lets out a loud moan as he starts to release his cum into Wonyoung who moans before she pants, arms unravelling from Jungwon’s body. Jungwon on the other hand briefly rests his forehead on Wonyoung’s shoulder as he pants, exhausted from his and Wonyoung’s little activity.

“Wonyo–” Jungwon says as he’s getting up, pulling away from Wonyoung’s shoulders only to see Andrea lying underneath him, eyes shut closed as she’s trying to catch her breath after an intense orgasm.

She opens her eyes, eyes looking up at Jungwon’s confused ones, “Hmm? What was that?” she asked before Jungwon shook his head, quickly brushing it off before hastily getting off of Andrea and slipping his now flaccid cock out of her cunt.

She audibly hisses before getting up on her forearms, watching as Jungwon busily dressed himself up. Andrea lets her eyes linger on Jungwon's toned body, his abs flex as he’s slipping on his shirt, quickly pulling the fabric down before looking over at Andrea who’s covering herself up with the sheets.

Standing by the foot of Andrea’s bed, Jungwon even tries to envision her face as Wonyoung, desperately trying to morph her face into his ex and yet Jungwon fails to do so. Jungwon brushes it off once more before he looks away from Andrea and quickly exits Andrea's dorm despite her calling out to him.

Jungwon must've been going crazy because of the incident earlier, he must’ve been yearning to see Wonyoung more often or at least to have one proper conversation with the gal without arguing or getting on each other’s nerves.

Meanwhile Wonyoung on the other hand was in her apartment, busying herself with an array of papers, meetings, projects. She had always been the studious one in her family, always excelling in school from grade school until college. Wonyoung knew that if she excelled in school, she’d be next in line for her family’s company.

She was busy writing her thesis when her phone buzzed 3 consecutive times, making Wonyoung’s focus break as she reached for it, seeing it as a sign to take a quick break.

Wonyoung smiles slightly when she sees it was her friends sending messages in their chatroom along with instagram stories of them tagging her. She sends a reply before swiping out of their chatroom, switching apps before scrolling on instagram.

She wasn’t exactly on her social media all of the time because of how busy she was with college but Wonyoung occasionally went on her socials whenever she pleased, or only when she wants to check on Jungwon’s whereabouts despite pushing him away and angering the latter when they see each other in public.

Wonyoung and Jungwon never deleted each other’s contacts, even leaving their socials as each other’s follower and whatnot. They never intended to get riled up even through one look at the other, somehow things escalated between them two which lead to things never working out, ever.

Swiping left, Wonyoung stumbled upon one of Jungwon’s friends, Minji, who posted a story of their friend group with Jungwon nowhere to be seen.

Rolling her eyes, Wonyoung immediately knew where he’d be, most likely at some girl’s dorm, fucking her and then leaving once he’s satisfied.

Then suddenly, Yujin sent her a message.

ahnjin: why don’t you come here?

ahnjin: he just arrived.

Within seconds, Wonyoung is bolting into her walk-in closet to put on the most decent outfit she could put on. She knew she didn’t need to do much to impress anyone, even Jungwon, because the two would be quarrelling the moment their eyes landed on each other.

Nearly just 30 minutes later, Wonyoung arrives at the club and she makes a beeline towards her friends’ favorite table at the venue, far from everybody else yet close enough to see who is with who.

Wonyoung sits herself beside Heeseung who’s eyes are clearly buzzed with alcohol, constantly blinking as he reaches for another glass. She catches his gaze as he cheekily smiles back at the younger, “Last glass.” Heeseung replies to which Wonyoung simply scrunches her nose at him knowing that that isn’t real.

Turning her head to look at Yujin who’s eyes were already fixated on her, Wonyoung raises her brows at her to which the older does back, “So? Where is he?” Wonyoung asks Yujin, who points with puckered lips, “He was on the dance floor with some newbie.” the older answers to which Wonyoung nods as she leans into Heeseung’s arm that was now wrapped around her shoulder.

“Pause, why are you even here if you think he’s the absolute bane of your existence?” Heeseung pipes in before he downs a shot as if it was a glass of water, making Wonyoung shrug as a response, “Why? Am I forbidden to come here and join my friends?” she questions back as she reaches and takes away the glass from Heeseung.

“Because clearly she went here for that kid, isn’t it obvious?” Sunghoon answers for Wonyoung who shoots a annoyed facial expression at him, the older only shoots back the same expression at her, making Wonyoung roll her eyes at him.

He only shakes his head at the youngest’s antics, knowing very well that his response was exactly alike to what Wonyoung was thinking.

Sunghoon wasn’t wrong, Wonyoung was still slightly into Jungwon and yet she absolutely despised seeing Jungwon in the same room as she was, she hated how sly the older was especially those around women who took a liking to the feline-eyed man.

Shaking her head, Wonyoung only grimaced when Heeseung gave her a full glass of liquor in exchange for the empty one in her hand. Wonyoung wasn’t exactly the drinker in their group, she always liked to be the one to take care of her friends when they were shitfaced.

Thinking it was worth taking a break, Wonyoung quickly downed the shot before grimacing whilst Heeseung cheered from beside her, she shuddered when the shot of liquor burned as she swallowed, making her friends chuckle at the youngest.

A few bottles later, Wonyoung was now intoxicated as she laid her head on Sunghoon’s shoulder whilst the latter stayed still in his seat to avoid making her uncomfortable. From the moment Wonyoung became talkative, they knew she was already intoxicated from the amount of liquor she had already taken the moment she took the glass from Heeseung.

She spoke happily, rambling about different things all at once which made her friends chuckle and shake their heads as they pretended to understand what Wonyoung was saying.

Her rambling went on and on not until she stood up, swaying as she tried to walk away from their table, insisting that she needed to go dance, meanwhile Sunghoon quickly followed her after Yujin and Heeseung insisted that he went after Wonyoung. Sunghoon kept his distance as he followed Wonyoung who went down to the dance floor, letting her alter ego take over as she swayed and danced along to the music.

Her once feisty features were taken over by her dopamine, putting a smile and laughter into her system as she happily danced along to those on the dance floor, even ushering other people to dance with her.

Meanwhile Jungwon could see Wonyoung dancing on the dance floor with Sunghoon just a few steps away from her, he could feel his eye twitch when he saw Sunghoon push one of the known drunkards of the area away from Wonyoung.

Unknowingly, Jungwon was already on his way towards the dance floor, just a few steps away from Wonyoung, not until he felt someone tap his shoulder, making him falter in his steps as he turned around. Landing his eyes on whoever tapped him, Jungwon immediately recognized her to be Naoi Rei, one of Wonyoung’s sworn enemies in her university.

Letting Rei pull him, Jungwon found himself on the dance floor with her, dancing along to the music with the younger. Seemingly enjoying her time as she danced with Jungwon, Rei was oblivious to the fact that Jungwon had his eyes fixated behind her where Wonyoung was only a few steps away still enjoying her night on the dance floor.

“You don’t know who I am, huh?” Jungwon says as he leaned in towards her ear, talking over the music whilst Rei shook her head at him, “Why? Are you some type of famous guy that I should know?” Rei answered whilst Jungwon merely laughed at her response, “It’s best you don’t know.” he replies while Rei laughs at him wholeheartedly.

How oblivious, Jungwon thought as he smiled slightly at her before ushering the woman to come closer to him, swaying along to the beat as they converse.

For once, Jungwon actually forgot he was using Rei to get to Wonyoung. He was oddly enjoying her company as they conversed about each other’s interest, but then the tip of the iceberg suddenly appeared, Wonyoung accidentally caught a glance of Jungwon and Rei smiling as they talked, seemingly in a separate bubble from the rest of the people on the dance floor.

Changing auras within a second, Wonyoung found herself roaming around the dance floor, leaving Sunghoon behind who was cornered by two women who were interested in the man.

Whilst browsing the crowd, Wonyoung didn’t exactly know what her plan was and yet all she needed was one look from Jay Park and her plan was set.

Smoothly walking over to the man, she knew he was just as intoxicated as she was, his rough hands immediately made their way towards her waist, pulling Wonyoung close to him as she placed her hands on Jay’s chest.

Since the latter was leaning against the wall, it was as though they had just a slither of privacy. Wonyoung knew that even if she batted her eyes at the man, he would’ve immediately gone weak at the knees for her.

“And I thought you’d be studying for our midterms, what are you doing here?” Jay slurs as Wonyoung just smiles at him as she comes closer towards Jay’s ear, “I came here for you.” she says slyly before pulling away with a teasing smile as Jay flashes her a cocky look.

“Yeah? Thee Lasallian IT girl came for me?” Jay asks once more before Wonyoung places her pointer finger right on Jay’s plump lips to stop the man from speaking, “Can’t believe it, huh?” Wonyoung replies with such faux sultriness that had Jay whistling when the woman swiftly turns around, pressing her behind right on Jay’s crotch which has the man wincing as he pulls her closer towards him, making Wonyoung gasp out of faux pleasure as she shakes her ass against him.

Just like Rei with Jungwon, Jay was oblivious to the fact that Wonyoung had her eyes on Rei and Jungwon who were busy whispering into each other’s ears as they sat down at the nearest table from the dance floor.

All Rei could think of at the moment was Jungwon and how incredibly focused he was on her, she quite liked his company even though she’s now well aware of Jungwon’s image back at Ateneo.

Jungwon watched as Rei giggled before he shifted his gaze behind her, accidentally landing on Wonyoung that had her back against Jay’s front, clearly doing something immoral in public.

His eyes stay on Wonyoung sensually moving her hips against Jay’s whose hands are clearly on her hips, moving her in a stable rhythm as he does the same, grinding himself against her.

Jungwon sees red when Jay leans in and places a kiss on Wonyoung’s shoulder before he leans towards her ear and whispers something, making Wonyoung giggle as she covers her mouth, blushing like a highschooler at Jay’s words.

Suddenly Jungwon’s hand moves by itself, somehow landing on Rei’s jaw as he leans in, sealing his lips with hers as they kiss with such tenderness and sweetness that made Wonyoung frown at the sight, forgetting that Jay was grinding himself against her plush ass.

Somehow hesitant, Rei and Jungwon try to find a pace that works for them, slotting their lips against each other’s as they test the waters. Soon enough, Rei was pulling Jungwon closer to her before Jungwon held onto her waist as he manoeuvred her to sit on his lap, lips still pressed flush against each other’s.

Wonyoung’s eyes immediately roll when she sees Rei move her hips slightly whilst Jungwon’s hands move back towards her ass, squeezing them which makes Rei whimper against Jungwon’s lips.

Unamused with how Wonyoung stopped moving gracefully against him, Jay softly pulls Wonyoung’s wrist to make her face him, “Finding me boring already?” Jay asks the gal which makes her roll her eyes at him, “Yeah, so what?” Wonyoung replies sassily at him which makes Jay chuckle as he watches Wonyoung roll her eyes before walking away from him, eyes shooting daggers at Rei and Jungwon as she passes by them and grabs Sunghoon along with her as she hurries back to their table.

“Clearly someone’s not having fun.” Yujin chuckles when Wonyoung sits on the couch annoyingly, eyes burning with fury as she kept her eyes on Jungwon and Rei who was enjoying themselves as they now whispered sweet nothings to each other, making Rei giggle and blush as Jungwon spoke to her in a low voice.

Jungwon forgot how he was using Rei to get to Wonyoung because he was enjoying her company, he liked the fact that the younger was actually enjoying her time with him instead of dancing around or getting drunk with her friends.

“So what do you think? Let’s get out of here?” Rei slyly asks Jungwon who looks at her with a shocked expression, “That eager to have me, Miss Naoi?” Jungwon replies while Rei laughs as she slaps Jungwon’s chest.

Wonyoung scoffs when she sees this happen whilst her friends watch her grumble, she even rolls her eyes when Rei hop off of Jungwon’s lap and the two scurry out of the club, hand in hand as they whisper to each other.

“You know what, why don’t you get your revenge on him too? The one you were grinding on, that was Jungwon’s friend right? Jeremiah? Jacob? Jay? Whatever the fuck his name is.” Yujin commented as Wonyoung turned her head to look at her, Wonyoung raised a brow at her before Heeseung spoke, “Exactly, that guy is Jungwon’s friend. He leaves with your enemy, you leave with his best friend.” he says, shrugging as if he had said the smartest thing ever.

Wonyoung actually thinks about it, she hates it when people do things that go against what she likes, so she stood up with her handbag, not even bothering to bid her goodbyes to her friends as she heads down towards Jay’s table which had an array of women just batting their eyelashes at him, trying to get a turn to talk or even makeout with Jay just for tonight but Jay’s eyes were on Wonyoung as she walked up to him.

Tilting his head at her, Jay spoke with a chuckle, “Are you interested in me again?” he said to her whilst Wonyoung simply nodded at him.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have left you back there, I just wanted a break, that’s all.” Wonyoung says, faux sadness kicking into her system as her lips formed into a pout as she spoke.

Jay looks at her longingly before reaching for Wonyoung’s hand, “Then come with me, hmm?” he says as he pulls Wonyoung away from the girls who whined for Jay to come back, heading straight out of the club as Wonyoung let herself get pulled as they exited the club.

Whilst Jay drove, he had his hand placed atop Wonyoung’s thigh as he spoke softly to her unlike how Jungwon spoke to her. Because of both Jungwon and her own hardheadedness, they always ended up speaking in a rough tone despite not even arguing with each other.

She liked how soft-spoken Jay was with her, speaking softly as though she’d break like fine glass if he spoke in a rough tone. Jay had the sweetest tone and smile on his face as he eyed her, forgetting she was ever Jungwon’s ex and that the younger would burn up in flames if he ever found out what was about to happen.

This isn’t a good idea, Wonyoung thought when Jay parked the car in front of the revolving doors of the apartment. Hesitantly, she unbuckled her seatbelt whilst Jay went out and even opened the car door for her, hand elongating itself for Wonyoung to hold.

He smiles nicely at the chauffeur when he shuts the door behind Wonyoung, ushering the woman to walk alongside him as they enter the lobby. She forgot how Jay was practically royal to other people because of his high status, Wonyoung forgot who she was when standing alongside Jay who walked with his chin held up high as they entered the elevator.

Watching as the elevator doors closed, it was as though a switch had flipped and Jay immediately lightly pushed Wonyoung against the corner, lips hurriedly smashing against hers as his hands roamed around her body, fingertips rough against her skin.

All Wonyoung could do was moan against Jay's lips as he nipped at her delicate ones, moaning loudly when Jay groped her ass. Her hands hurriedly moved against jay’s body, sharp nails running along the fabric of Jay’s shirt, Wonyoung wasn’t exactly sure how this would end and yet she found herself walking backwards as Jay lightly pushed her towards the door of his apartment, briefly kissing her with her back against the wood before pulling away to tap the code in.

The two hurriedly walk towards Jay’s bedroom as he pulls Wonyoung along with him, chest heavy as they chased their breaths before Wonyoung sits herself down on Jay’s bed as the man hurriedly slips his shirt off before doing the same with his slacks.

Wonyoung mindlessly tossed her handbag to the ground, hands already pushing herself further up Jay’s bed as he crawled on top of her, lips tainted with such sweetness that nearly had Wonyoung’s heart swooning.

Jay made sure that Wonyoung was comfortable with every move he did, always constantly asking her if she was okay. Wonyoung didn’t exactly like how nice Jay was because she liked being thrown around and she knew she couldn’t have that because of how gentle Jay was being with her.

Wonyoung was lying underneath Jay when the man was busily petting her clothed cunt, making the woman whimper as she threw her head back in frustration, eyes brimming with tears as she groaned, “Jay please..” she groaned as Jay smiled teasingly, he doesn’t give in because where’s the fun in letting the it-girl control him?

“Please what, baby?” Jay purrs, watching as Wonyoung whimpered once more, thighs closing in around Jay's hand that stopped moving against her cunt.

Wonyoung looks up at him with teary eyes, “Please! Please just touch me!” Wonyoung says, voice cracking at the end of her sentence which makes Jay chuckle as his other hand forces her thighs to open up, letting his hand slip underneath her panties, making Wonyoung moan wantonly as she throws her head back.

It doesn’t take long for Wonyoung to get impatient as she lightly pushes Jay away from her before taking off her dress and undergarments as she hurriedly pulls Jay towards her, making the man chuckle as he begins to touch her.

“Why are you in such a rush? Guess Miss Jang is that needy to get dicked down.” Jay smiles teasingly as he got on his knees, hand pumping his cock as Wonyoung watched him do so, her hands have a mind of their own as they began to wander around her body, touching and letting her hands run wild as she watched Jay lustfully, making the man lick his lips when Wonyoung moans as she tweaks at her nipples.

Jay lets out a little grunt when one of Wonyoung’s hands reach for his balls, fondling them briefly before Jay pushed her hand away as he held himself up using one hand beside Wonyoung’s head as he aligned his cock against her winking hole that quickly swallowed up his cock as he sunk into her heat.

Wonyoung sucked her breath when Jay went deeper and deeper into her cunt, stretching her in ways that she didn’t think would happen. It doesn’t take long for Jay to start fucking her roughly, his hands start to grip her skin tightly, making Wonyoung whimper as she clenches harder around Jay’s cock like a vice.

Feeling a little generous, Wonyoung reaches and grabs the back of her knees to pull it further up, slightly folding herself in half as Jay ploughs deeper and harder into her cunt, cock reaching deep and stretching her out.

Wonyoung lets Jay take control and do whatever he wants to do to her and that includes fucking her in multiple positions, filming her ever so often, and making her take his cock harshly.

She moans and arches her back as Jay plows into her cunt from behind, one hand gripping her waist tightly as the other hand held up his phone to film himself fucking Wonyoung.

Jay curses and slaps her ass when Wonyoung clenches her cunt around Jay’s cock, squeezing him tightly as he grunts, her ass claps against his pelvis, cunt squeezing his cock delicately like a vice. Jay’s hand moved up from her ass and up towards her waist, squeezing the soft skin as he’s eagerly fucking Wonyoung.

He grunts out random words as he’s thrusting into Wonyoung’s warm cunt, ravelling in the way that her cunt was warmly squeezing Jay’s cock, he even shuts his eyes in ecstasy when he hears Wonyoung moan loudly, whining out Jay’s name.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” Jay grunts as he’s rutting into her cunt, groaning out loud when Wonyoung cries out to Jay, calling out to him as she’s crashing down her own orgasm.

Waking up with the golden glow of the morning light peeking through the blinds was something that Jungwon didn’t expect, aside from the fact that Rei was sleeping soundly beside him, arm placed atop Jungwon’s stomach.

Reaching blindly for his jeans, Jungwon quickly took his phone out before scrolling on his phone, replying to messages before moving over to instagram, tapping on the right side of the screen mindlessly as he watched stories of his friends.

He was watching them nonchalantly not until Jay’s instagram story appeared next, Jungwon immediately saw red when he recognized who was on Jay’s story.

It was the back of Wonyoung whom he knew very well, Jungwon knew it by the arch of her back, the delicate and soft porcelain skin of hers. He knew from the back of his mind that that was Wonyoung in Jay’s bed.

Jungwon huffed as he tapped the message button, sending Jay a quick message.

yngjwn : really? this is the shit you pull?

pjay : ?

He rolls his eyes at Jay’s response before throwing his phone aside, making it land on the bedside table with a thud before swiftly unravelling himself from underneath Rei’s arm. Jungwon makes sure to leave nothing behind as he leaves Rei with no note whatsoever as he slips out of her apartment and into his car where he drives straight to Jay’s apartment.

Jungwon didn’t think that Jay would pull such a move especially when he knows very well that Wonyoung was once his ex. He also didn’t think that Wonyoung would’ve fallen for whatever Jay said to her.

Cursing the older under his breath, Jungwon makes his way up into Jay’s apartment, quickly tapping in the code before letting himself in, making a beeline towards the kitchen where Jay stood, humming to himself as he busied himself with the ingredients laid out in front of him.

Jay doesn’t even spare him a look and instead he just spoke to him, “Do you need anything?” he asks.

Jungwon’s eye twitches, “Are you really going down that road?” he asks back.

This time Jay spares him a quick look, eyes burning with fury.

“Are you fucking with me?” Jay spat while Jungwon took a step closer towards the older, “Seems like you’re the one fucking with me.” Jungwon replies as the older man's eyes turned into thin slits as he looked at the person that he considered his best friend.

“What the fuck is this about? Is this about Wonyoung because she bent over—“ Jay asked before Jungwon shoved him lightly, “Don’t talk about her like that.” he says, brows creasing in frustration.

“Talk about her, how?” The older replied, “What the fuck is your problem anyway? She’s your ex, she can do whatever the fuck she wants. Or maybe you just want Wonyoung to be your personal whore. Won, see this? This is what you could’ve had if you were nicer to her.” Jay added as he quickly unlocked his phone before showing Jungwon a short video of Jay fucking Wonyoung from behind, the audio made it clear that it was her because of her loud moans, making Jungwon’s inner self engulfed in flames.

Jungwon’s fist has a mind of its own because in one quick blink, his fist hits Jay’s upper cheek and he grabs a hold of the older’s shoulders before he shoves him into the counter, then his hands grab the collar of Jay’s shirt, “Fuck you.” he says as he pulled Jay towards him before shoving him roughly, storming out of Jay’s apartment as the older cursed him repeatedly.

Stomping his way out of the older man’s apartment complex, all Jungwon could think of was how irrational that was of Jay to do especially when he knew that Wonyoung was still very dear to him despite their constant arguments and when he had a woman bearing his child elsewhere.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Jungwon thought as he thought about his friend’s infidelity.

Mind all cloudy, Jungwon drove his car like it was a race, paying no mind to those he came across in the streets as he drove to the place that his mind and heart knows, Wonyoung’s house.

Being the independent woman she was, Wonyoung lived separately from her family, always saying how it’s best for her to live in such circumstances before taking on the life of a future ceo.

Even after her brief departure, Wonyoung came back as the woman she was, independently living her life hence why she bought the house for herself and lived there, even hosting parties or hookups — including hooking up with Jungwon back when they were together.

Reaching the front of Wonyoung’s abode, Jungwon quickly stepped out of his car and went straight for the tall gates, making a ruckus as he desperately called out to Wonyoung.

Not caring if people saw him making a scene, Jungwon kept pulling and pushing at the gate, screaming like a mad man.

“Jang, Let me in! We need to talk!” Jungwon said loudly, rattling the gate back and forth as he spoke out loud.

Watching as the man repeatedly pushed and pulled at the gate as he begged Wonyoung to step out of her house. Jungwon was relentlessly and aggressively trying to get the gate to open, screaming for the entire block to hear as he begged Wonyoung to see him.

Wonyoung saw the exact moment that Jungwon pulled up in front of the house, hair all ruffled up in frustration that she knew very well because he used to do the same whenever they argued years ago.

Watching him pathetically from her bedroom window, she quickly slipped on a robe and wrapped it closed around her waist before hurrying down the stairs and towards the front door and to the gate where Jungwon was still busily screaming.

Standing a few steps away from the gate, Wonyoung stared at Jungwon’s orbs that stared back into hers, jaw jutting as his eyelids tensely narrowed at the sight of Wonyoung in all of her glory.

“Why did you come here?”

“Why'd you go with Jay last night?”

She shrugs, “Why does that matter to you? We’re no longer together, remember?” Wonyoung answers, words striking Jungwon right at the heart.

“It matters because you’re mine.” Jungwon strikes back.

Wonyoung chuckles, “Oh really? Now I’m yours?” she says as she makes quotations in the air.

Jungwon huffs as he shoves the gate with one hand, “Just let me in, we have to talk.” he says as he’s shooting daggers at Wonyoung who tilts her head at him, “Why? There’s nothing to talk about.” she answers back sassily.

“We need to talk about us, Won.” Jungwon says exasperatedly, eyes practically begging Wonyoung to give in. Meanwhile Wonyoung was arguing with her mind and heart, unsure whether to push Jungwon away or to have one decent conversation with the latter.

Walking towards the gate with heavy steps, Wonyoung’s chest is heavy as she opens the gate for Jungwon, closing it behind him before she heads into her home, not even bothering to spare Jungwon a look as she walks away.

Stepping foot in her home, Wonyoung sat on the couch as Jungwon stood a few steps away from her, feet shifting underneath him. Now, he didn’t know what to say as he stood in front of Wonyoung whose eyes bore into his, patiently waiting for him to speak.

“What’s there to talk about?” Wonyoung calmly says, making the air between them turn eerie because she never spoke that way with him.

Jungwon purses his lips, “Why’d you sleep with him?” he says, desperate for an answer.

“Why do you care? What’s in it for you anyway? Did you want to join in?” Wonyoung scoffs.

Jungwon rolls his eyes as he uncrosses his arms, “What? No!” he says, brows creasing into one line as he watches as Wonyoung’s eyes crinkle into a smile.

“Then why?”

“Just because!”

“Because what!”

“Because I love you!” A hint of surrender is evident in Jungwon’s voice as he spoke, eyes deliberately speaking for themselves as he looked at Wonyoung’s unsure ones.

She scoffs, “But why? After all these years, you chose to love me now? Unbelievable.” Wonyoung says as she shakes her head.

“Wow, unbelievable? I didn’t even complain when you left me here.” Jungwon says bitterly, “And so I left, so what?” Wonyoung rolls her eyes at Jungwon who frowns at her.

“You left and you could’ve stayed! You could’ve chosen me instead but you didn’t do that!”

“You know very well that I couldn't stay, not even you could stop me from leaving.” Wonyoung said bitterly as she wiped away a tear that was threatening to escape.

Shaking her head, Wonyoung held her head up high as she spoke, “And why would I even stay for you? You never even loved me.” she says as Jungwon gawks at her, ears refusing to believe the words that slipped out of her mouth.

“I never loved you? I love you! I love you, Jang Wonyoung! And somehow after all this time, I wish you loved me too..” Jungwon stared at Wonyoung as he spoke, eyes red with tears that he had kept in the moment that Wonyoung stepped foot into the country after her disappearance.

“How could you say that you love me when you have done nothing but hurt me? You did everything but love me!” She says as she avoids Jungwon’s eyes when she sees him wipe his tears, afraid to let another tear fall if she spoke another word.

“I loved you from the very moment you let me become friends with you! I loved you from the very moment you let me hold your hand and hug you when you got a B- on your test in Math in 4th grade! I loved y-you..” Jungwon’s bottom lip quivers as he sniffles, droplets of tears pathetically cascading down his cheeks as he cries, practically crumbling down in front of Wonyoung who’s eyes start to brim with tears at the sight of Jungwon crying.

“You know what?” Wonyoung starts to say which makes Jungwon’s eyes shake as she speaks, hand reaching up to wipe his own tears before the woman spoke once more.

“Just leave, you’re better off without me–” Wonyoung says before Jungwon quickly walks over to her, smashing his lips against hers, hands placed on her shoulders to push her against the couch, pressing her against the soft plush cushions as he kissed her, making Wonyoung whimper against Jungwon’s lips when he nibbles on her lips.

The older man’s hands move fast, quickly stripping off Wonyoung’s robe before he switches positions with Wonyoung, now sitting underneath the woman as she straddles him, lips still pressed against each other’s.

A tear pathetically drops on Wonyoung’s cheek, cascading from Jungwon’s face, making her hand reach up to cup his wet cheeks, wiping his tears off with her thumbs before she pulled away from the kiss, panting as she delicately wiped off Jungwon’s tears.

She lets her hands linger on Jungwon’s cheeks before she reaches down, pulling off his shirt before letting him do the same with her flimsy tank top, throwing the clothes down onto the floor as Jungwon got on his knees, making Wonyoung accommodate him by slightly spreading her legs for him.

“I love you, I love every bit and part of you, even the parts of you that you don’t like.” Jungwon says as he’s pressing kisses on the inner part of Wonyoung’s thighs, making the woman tear up as Jungwon sorrowfully kisses her skin, hands softly placed on her thighs before they reached up for the hem of Wonyoung’s shorts, pulling them off along with her panties.

Shuffling down to make it easier for Jungwon, Wonyoung placed her legs on top of his shoulders, letting the man inch closer towards her cunt before latching his mouth on her, making Wonyoung sigh in content as she watches Jungwon delightfully lick up her sweet juices, tongue fiddling around with her cunt, flicking at her swollen nub before moving down to Wonyoung’s winking hole.

Throwing her head back, Wonyoung couldn’t help but whine and reach for Jungwon’s hair, bunching them up in her dainty fingers as she pulled and tugged on them, making Jungwon groan in response as he went down on Wonyoung, licking a stripe along her folds.

Pulling away despite Wonyoung whining, Jungwon simply patted her hip before he got up and took his clothes off, throwing them on the ground with no care in the world before he instructed Wonyoung to lie down on the couch on her back before he hopped on the couch, placing Wonyoung’s legs on either side of his waist before kneeling down.

Reaching down, Wonyoung softly held on Jungwon’s length, she watched as the older grunts, eyes briefly closing as his mind focused on how warm the younger’s hand was around his length, forgetting how her skin felt against his.

“Hurry..” Wonyoung muttered, hand slowing down around Jungwon’s cock which made the man snap out of it, remembering that this no longer was a hallucination and that Wonyoung was actually here– underneath him.

Reaching for his own length, Jungwon aligned himself to Wonyoung’s hole that waited from him to sink in, hole quickly swallowing up the head as Jungwon slowly pushed himself into Wonyoung, making them both let out a sound of pleasure.

Wonyoung whimpers when Jungwon sinks deeper into her, reaching parts of her that only he could reach, ever since they separated, nobody could ever please her like Jungwon could— because the man knew all the places where it would make Wonyoung’s toes curl up and make her let out the loudest of moans if he touched her there.

Pursing her lips together as her eyes shut tightly, Wonyoung’s hands tightened up on the couch pillow she held onto as Jungwon started to move in and out, slipping in and out easily because of how wet they were both.

It doesn’t take long for Jungwon to push and pull out of Wonyoung in long and harsh thrusts, making the woman bounce back and forth as she held onto the pillow for leverage, Jungwon set an animalistic pace as he watched Wonyoung moan and writhe underneath him.

His lips part as he lets out moans of his own when Wonyoung squeezes him tightly, nearly tight enough to get him to stop moving, Jungwon nearly pulled out not until Wonyoung linked her ankles together, caging Jungwon in between her legs as she held onto his arms, bouncing back and forth when the man started to thrust once more, plowing into her without a single care in the world.

Wonyoung moaned wantonly as her nails scratched Jungwon’s forearms, nails digging into Jungwon’s skin which made the older wince as he thrusted into Wonyoung’s cunt that gripped around his cock like a vice.

Jungwon watched as Wonyoung moaned helplessly underneath him, hands moving mindlessly against Jungwon’s lower body as she kept moaning and pushing his shoulders ever so often.

“What’s wrong, Won? Tell me.” Jungwon grunted as his hands held Wonyoung’s forearms, pulling her towards him as he fucks her roughly.

Wonyoung only whimpers, eyes shutting closed as she moaned, head throwing back against the couch. Jungwon only thrusts faster, watching as Wonyoung moaned underneath him, eyes still shut closed as she refused to look Jungwon in the eye.

“What is it–” “I love you!” Wonyoung cried out, breaking out in sobs once more as she felt herself nearing her orgasm, pussy clenching hardly around Jungwon’s cock as he started to fuck her faster and harder, brows creasing in concentration as bullets of sweat dripped from the his temples as he eagerly fucked Wonyoung.

Wonyoung’s sobs are continuous as hiccups, feeling herself near her orgasm as Jungwon proceeded to plow into her cunt, tears falling sorrowfully as she sobbed, hands tightly holding Jungwon’s forearms to further pull her to him, making the man land on top of her with a light fall. This way, Jungwon could kiss away Wonyoung’s tears as she cried, kissing away her sadness as he thrusted away.

Jungwon hushes, closing in towards Wonyoung’s cheek to kiss her tears as he’s tearing up himself. The two whimper right at the same time when Wonyoung squeezes Jungwon and when he strikes right at the most sensitive spot of her cunt.

“I’m close..” Wonyoung gasped and threw her head back before Jungwon snuggled into her neck, sucking and marking up her delicate skin. While Jungwon was busy nipping at Wonyoung’s neck, Wonyoung kept moving her hips underneath him, moaning away as he thrusted.

Burying himself deeper into Wonyoung’s cunt, all it took was a few thrusts before she shook in his hold, thighs quivering as her pussy spasmed as she came, feeling Jungwon thrust harder into her before he shot ropes of cum deep inside, marking Wonyoung’s walls with his seed for the first time in years.

3 orgasms and a whole lot of positions later, the two were now in Wonyoung’s bedroom with Wonyoung on her knees as she bounced back and forth on Jungwon’s cock, hands roughly gripping her waist to pull her back and forth on him, listening as the woman cried out, pussy clenching hardly around his length.

The sheets underneath them were already wet with Wonyoung’s squirt after she made a mess when Jungwon got on his knees and ate her out vigorously.

Jungwon shuddered when Wonyoung picked up the pace as she bounced back and forth against him, ass slapping against his pelvis. He watches as his cock disappears into her heat, pussy clearly gripping tightly by the way she stretches around his cock.

“Oh baby.. No more please–” Wonyoung whimpers as she looks back to look at Jungwon who continued to pound her cunt, sounds of slick and skin slapping against each other was what she got in response.

Jungwon coos, “Just a little more, love.” he says as he’s thrusting harder into her cunt, hand slapping her cheek briefly before continuing with his fast and animalistic pace, ears listening to how Wonyoung’s moans sounded like music to him as she moaned his name.

Wonyoung’s hands lose strength, making her land with a thud on the pillows as she kept her ass elevated, making it easy for Jungwon to fuck into her cunt, feeling Jungwon’s hand press her harder against her bed as she arches her back, moans getting muffled as she moaned into her pillows.

Flipping Wonyoung around, her back lands on the bed with a soft thud before she feels Jungwon wrapping her legs around his waist, further closing into her cunt as he fucked her into ecstasy. Wonyoung’s hands desperately held onto Jungwon’s forearms, nails scratching his skin up as she moaned.

Wonyoung watched as Jungwon’s face contorted in pleasure, brows slowly furrowing as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, muffling his own grunts. his hands grip her waist tightly, pulling her close as he inched closer to his orgasm, “ah fuck, that’s it! right there!” Wonyoung gasped out when Jungwon strikes right at her spot, making Jungwon smirk before striking it consistently, making Wonyoung moan wantonly before she whines out Jungwon’s name, pussy quivering around his cock as she makes a mess all over herself, bits of squirt hitting Jungwon’s pelvis.

Jungwon’s jaw slacks as he grunts, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he plunges deep into Wonyoung, making sure he’s deep in her before he cums into her cunt.

It took everything in Jungwon not to start moving again before Wonyoung held onto his jaw, pushing him up for her to see his features.

Wonyoung looked godsent underneath him, as if she didn’t get fucked ‘til she cried. Her hair was perfectly placed on the pillows, her doll-like eyes gliding all over Jungwon’s features, plump lips looking as though they wanted to say something to Jungwon.

Jungwon closes in towards Wonyoung’s cheek to place a soft kiss before he moves them both, quickly sliding out of Wonyoung before making himself lie on his back with Wonyoung lying on her stomach above him.

“What.. What now?” Jungwon asks as he loosely wraps his arms around Wonyoung’s waist, holding the younger tightly as she catches her breath.

“I don’t know, Won. I don’t know.” Wonyoung responds, slightly looking up at Jungwon who was looking down on her, orbs of brown full of uncertainty as they held each other tightly, blissfully unaware of their fates.

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Sweet Creature: Chapter One

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (In future chapters)

WC: 4070

Summary: A washed up movie star with a failing career, fresh out of rehab and looking to turn his life around. He moves back to his small hometown to take a break from stardom and help his sister out with his niece— He’s traded the high-life for school runs and crafting. What he doesn’t except is to meet you, his niece’s school teacher who couldn’t care less about his extensive filmography or his dwindling fame.

Warning: 18+ Blog; brief description of drug use, rehabilitation/mentions of rehab stay, getting treatment for drug addiction, absent parents, anxiety, sister giving ultimatum, apologetic Dieter, determined to turn life around, cursing, if I’ve missed anything feel free to let me know.

A/N: Firstly, big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for listening to me drone on about this! And for also being a champ and beta’ing for me too!!

This chapter has some heavy elements to it, and I hope it comes across as a serious tone considering the topic of drug usage. I wanted Dieter to be deliberate in his attempt to better himself. There might be some reference to this characters contents in the future, but this will be the only one containing any actual drugs. There’s a lot of information packed into this chapter to help get the story going. I’ve been so blown away by the responses to this series and I really hope I do it justice! Any questions/comments/or you just want to chat more about this chapter, my ask box is always open!! xx

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A few sharp knocks on the bathroom door. 

“Hello?? Is someone in there?”

No response. 

The slightest twist of the knob. Unlocked. Unoccupied. 

Only the opening of the door reveals quite the opposite. Occupied. 

“Oh! I’m so so sor— Oh my god! Are you fucking serious right now?! You’re getting high at a 6 year old’s birthday party!” 

No response. Just a deadpan look of nothingness from the body propped up next to the toilet. 

“I fucking knew it. I knew you would fucking let her down!! God!!! You’re such a fucking deadbeat, washed up douchebag— so fucking ridiculous.”

“W-whyy a-rrre y-youuu yellllling? Shhhhh!” His speech laden with a hint of sarcasm. 

“You’re a fucking joke! I can’t believe you would do this to your sister!”

“What are you yelling about in here?? Wren is getting ready to open her presents and wants everyone to watch her. Dieter why are you on the flo— are you fucking high?” 

“Ag-ainnn shhhhhhh!” His pointer finger emphatically raised to his lips, the noise too much for his dazed mind. 

“You promised me Dieter! You fucking promised me no drugs! I should have known better, I should have fucking known you’d do this— you don’t care about how much this hurts me to see you like this, constantly letting me down. I’m done Dieter, I’m so fucking done trying to help you if you’re not going to help yourself. Fuck! Get the fuck out! Go! Now!! I don’t want you near us, I won’t put Wren through this. Get help or stay away!”

The door slams, Dieter left alone to ruminate  over what was said in the small tiled space. 

Even in his stupefied state, the words thrown at him were enough to make an immediate impact. The cognitive part of his brain working over time to push through and make a levelheaded thought. 

“Deadbeat”

“Washed up”

“Get help or Stay away”

Reaching for his phone, he dials his lifeline who drops everything for him, probably due to her reoccurring paycheck, his assistant whom he’s thankful doesn’t hate him enough to ignore his call out of the blue. 

“Heeeey! I n-neeeed y-you to c-ommme g-get meee…”

He knew this was it, he had to get his shit together or suffer the consequences. 

*

He feels different if he’s being honest with himself. 

Lighter. 

Healthier. 

Alive. 

365 days clean. He made a commitment to a year long stay at a drug rehabilitation center, followed by a 3 month residency in a sober living facility conveniently tucked away in the Hollywood hills. 

Yet, he feels more lost than he was before he started treatment. 

He can’t remember what living a normal, healthy life is like— a life not high out of his mind 24/7.

This wasn’t his first time trying to get clean, he’d become a regular of sorts at a few different rehab centers scattered through out the greater Los Angeles area. 

Each stay with the same goal and each one a failed attempt at getting control over his life without the drugs. 

It was never “hope this is the time it really clicks for him”, it was always a question of “how long will he go this time before he’s kicked out and checking into the next one”— might have even been a headline a time or two. 

Many centers refusing to even consider treating him based on his past reputation alone. 

His agent’s patience was wearing thin trying to book roles for Dieter, doing his best to convince directors he wasn’t a liability and he could get the job done with zero risk in hiring him— it was far from the truth. 

Each day on set became a game of Russian Roulette, no one really knowing which side of Dieter they would be dealing with while shooting. That in itself was a metaphorical high he chased with each role he booked, seeing how long before some one caught on to his slurred words, blood shot eyes and sluggish demeanor. 

On numerous occasions Dieter thought he was skillful in his ability to mask his inebriated ego. He was combative with the crew and fellow actors— his temperament calm and mellow one moment, then seething and dripping with rage the next. 

He was getting sloppy. The teetering domino of his life had slowly began to tip and once it did finally fall, his entire life crumbling around him. 

*

The traffic is heavier than expected. Dieter wonders if it’s due to others similarly seeking to leave the city in hopes for a break from the dim aura that Los Angeles is. He can feel the weight of the city’s reputation lift from his shoulders with each passing mile as he maneuvers through the stretch of freeway congestion. 

A few honking horns bring his attention back to the conversation he’s currently semi engaged in. 

“This is a big step Dieter. I’m really proud of how far you’ve come.” 

He instantly cringes at the thought of getting back out to sell himself for roles. Facing those who were- and are- tired of his shit. 

The downfall of his career began when he was late for dress rehearsal for a role he some how managed to get— this role having potential to get him in the running for award nominations, propelling his career to new heights. But when he was no where to be found at call time, his assistant went on the search for him and it’s where she found him passed out in his trailer. He was too far gone to even pull himself together, prompting the director to fire him on the spot. 

The rate of speed at which news travels in Hollywood is the equivalent to a fast moving wildfire— once that first bit of gossip hits the ground, it’s spreading through the industry with a sudden surge of ferocity and growing far beyond what is predictable. 

His agent's attempt at damage control was a wasted effort. Directors dumping Dieter’s preproduction roles, actors refusing to work with him and threatening to quit if Dieter stayed on— his list of films beginning to dwindle in a matter of days and by the end of the week, Dieter Bravo was jobless. 

“The next few months will go by quickly, and before you know it you’ll be back out here booking jobs and proving everyone wrong.” 

Vanessa, Dieter’s assistant and full time babysitter, always seemed to have a way to make him feel at ease. And at this point, the only person he knew who believed he could actually turn his life around. 

“I really fucking hope so.” He sighs, this was his attempt at thinking positive. 

“Have you talked to her yet?” Her voice cracking through the car speakers as he continues his drive north on the 101. 

“Briefly. Told her I’d probably be getting in around 6 or so— BEEP!— Watch out asshole!” Throwing a middle finger at said asshole driver who nearly missed clipping his car. 

“She’s proud of you too, ya know. Might not seem like it right now, but she is.”

“Hmm. I’ll just agree to disagree with you on that point. Having a drug addict—“

“Former drug addicted, Dieter.” 

“Right— well, having a deadbeat for an older brother doesn’t really leave a lot to be proud of.”

“You’d be surprised. Hey, I got another call coming in. I’ll be in touch with you soon! Call me if you need anything! Again, Dieter, I'm really proud of you!” 

“Thanks Nessa! I’ll talk to you soon.”

The call ending abruptly, leaving him to sit alone in his thoughts for the next hour and a half—something he hasn’t really taken the chance to experience since, well, a long while. 

The Santa Monica Mountains provide a scenic view as he leaves behind the place he saw as his home for the last 20 years. 

His current destination plugged into his stupidly expensive sports car. 

Home. Where he grew up. 

*

He can’t even remember the last time he visited. Not due to the years as an actor taking him to all areas of the world. The last time he had been home was just over a year ago and he was high out of his mind, barely remembering the trip as a whole. 

His sister had asked if he’d be able to make it to his niece’s birthday. She was turning 6 and had been begging for her uncle to be there to celebrate with— he was easily her most favorite person. The specifics of the getting to his sister’s home and the actual party are pretty blurry for Dieter. 

Dieter spent most of the last year trying to produce a coherent flashback of the day that would ultimately be his last time using, the reason for his commitment to getting his life together. 

He never expected the lowest point in his life would be being caught in the bathroom of his sister’s home doing a few quick lines on the toilet seat, as his niece was blowing out 6 candles a few feet outside the tiny bathroom surrounded by friends and family. 

The moments following are a mixture of hazy clips, fragmented bits of information,

he’s tried to piece together to the best of his ability. 

The rush of someone bursting through the bathroom door, the echoes of laughter and music piercing his ears as he’s hunched on the floor against the wall, little specks of a white powdery residue dusting his mustache. 

There’s screaming as he does his best to focus his blurry attention on the distorted enraged figure in front of him, yelling something about being washed up— his eye lids heavy and fighting against them to keep them opened. 

If he had to recall the exact moment he knew he fucked up, it was seeing the hurt and disappointment on his sister's face— her face wet with tears as she poured out her disappointment and pain over the fact that he was strung-out at her daughter’s birthday party. The weight of his consequences bleeding through him as he vividly recalls his sister telling him to leave and not come back unless he was sober. 

The next day he checked himself in, determined to get his life together for good. 

*

He shakes away the subtle tinge of guilt that starts to bubble up in his chest. 

Remembering the ‘54321 Method’ he was taught in treatment to help ground himself when his thoughts start to become overwhelming…

5 things you see: the sun slowly making its way to the horizon, cars moving swiftly by his own, Live Oak trees rooted among the mountains, the slightest twinkling of the first few stars, his reflection in the rear view mirror— lighter, healthier, alive.

4 things things to touch: the leather of the steering wheel, his jeans fabric soft and comfortable, the cool metal of his rings adorning his fingers, the weight of his sobriety chip in his pocket a constant reminder of how far he’s come.

3 things you hear: the familiar beat of a popular song streaming through the car speakers, rhythmic tapping of his thumbs in tune with the song, his off-key voice as he sings along to the words he knows.

2 things you smell: his olfactory nerve triggered at the distinct scent of his woody amber cologne, that new car smell that still lingers throughout the car’s interior. 

1 thing you taste: a minty tingle on his tongue as he chews his last piece of gum. 

His nerves settle, his eyes focused on the road ahead, deciding he’ll right his wrongs when he gets to his stop— his sister’s house. 

*

The trip took longer than he’d originally planned. Weekend traffic to blame for the 2 hour delay in his arrival. 

‘Welcome to Ojai’— the stone sign greets him, dim uplighting barely making it readable as he turns on to the familiar street. 

The town is all but empty at this time of the night, street lights plus the few restaurants and bars that are open give off enough ambient light to drape the streets in a subtle glow. 

He’s instantly taken back to his childhood, so many memories tucked away throughout the picturesque landscape. 

Growing up with famous parents wasn’t all that glamorous in Dieter’s eyes. 

Dieter’s parents, Dean and Mary Bravo, were both well known in the tv and movie world. 

Dean had been known for his roles in James Bond-esque action films through his career, notably his best work among other smaller productions he worked on. Mary was the queen of daytime television with her numerous roles in soap opera’s biggest shows, a socialite getting invited to glamorous events and elite celebrity parties. 

Together they were Hollywood’s “It” couple, jet-setting to all parts of the world when schedules allowed for it. 

Dieter and his younger sister, while born into this movie star family, were raised far from it. Dean and Mary deciding to buy a home in the mountains outside of the headlines and prying eyes, a place where their kids could live a some what normal life. 

Normal was anything but normal. Dean and Mary didn’t let children hold back their lives and desires of more fame. Leaving them with nannies so they could keep up with the demands of working and living their best lives. 

Ojai, a small village-like town nestled in the valley of the Topanga Mountains, became a literal playground for Dieter growing up. 

Little reminders of his childhood still remain as he ventures further into town. He finds himself slowing the car a bit as he takes it all in, rolling the window down to let the evening air hit his face— it’s crisp as it trickles across his skin. 

The private school he attended all through his schooling years sits on top of a hill that over looks the valley. The school’s reputation was highly regarded and offered a plethora of academic courses and electives. Dieter found the  art and theater programs to be where he excelled most, painting and acting fueled his passion for the arts, propelling him into pursuing one as a full time career. 

He spots Bart’s Books as he drives on, an outdoor bookstore, that had become a daily hangout as a kid. The red wooden shelves still filled with adventures and history to get lost in. He discovered his love for storytelling sitting on the covered patio, nose deep in fictional worlds he dreamed of visiting. 

Across the way, a ‘no vacancy’ neon sign flickers on. Capri Hotel, a newly renovated hotel that still looks like it could have come straight from the 1960s with its mid-century design and modern style. He recalls the summer when him and his buddies regularly jumped the fence to swim in the pool, the cool water under the stars was refreshing during the California heat waves. They managed to only get caught once but worked out a barter with the then owners, they clean the pool and in turn can use the pool at their leisure. The hotel seems to be under new ownership now, but it seems to be doing well. 

On every corner there’s an art gallery. Some still looking as if no time had passed, others adorn new names and a fresh coat of paint. Several galleries offered summer painting classes, where Dieter found he had more creative freedom than in school to explore all mediums and really honing in on his style. He’s always imagined he’d have his own showing of his paintings, friends and family gathering to see his work— a dream he never lived out. 

His car parked and engine killed, he still hasn’t found the courage to get out. He can see a few lights on from the front windows of his sister’s quaint Spanish style home. Trying to not let the vague memories of his last visit deter him from going inside. He sends Vanessa a text, letting her know he’d made it safely and that he’d text her if he needed anything. 

Bags in tow, he makes his way to the front door. Nerves and emotions swirling around, reminding himself to breathe, letting go of the fear and expectations he’d had for this reunion. 

He opts for knocking, assuming Wren would be sleeping at this hour. 

The clicking of locks being turned, twisting of the door knob, the black wooden door swings open to the space that’s haunted him for the last year. 

“Hey, Diem. Sorry I’m so—“ He starts to explain his lateness before he’s cut off. 

“Dieter! Oh my god! I thought something happened to you! What the fuck?!” Her body launches at him, arms wrapping around him securely. He accepts the impromptu hug, dropping his bags to return the gesture. 

“No, no I’m good. Traffic was a nightmare and by the time I thought to call, service was fucked. Sorry for making you worry.” 

“You’re here and you’re safe— that’s all that matters.” 

This greeting is going far better than he had expected, but he hasn’t made over the threshold, still plenty of time for Diem to drop the hammer on him. 

“Come in! Let’s get you all settled in.” She ushers him in, closing the door and adjusting the locks again. 

He takes the space in, noting not much has changed from what he can tell in the diffused lighting, but he feels warm and welcoming even for him. 

“I got the spare room all cleaned and ready for you. New sheets on the bed and a few extra pillows just in case.” She seems skittish moving about the living room, picking up the few toys laying around the room and placing them back in their designated baskets. “If you want to sit, make yourself comfortable. You want anything to drink? Eat?” 

She seems just as nervous as he is and that makes him feel less anxious for some reason. 

“I grabbed some food on the way, I’m good.” Setting his bags down, he makes his way to the couch and sits down, deciding to rip the bandage off so to speak. 

Diem taking his lead, sits on the opposite end of the couch, legs tucked under her and hands resting on her lap. A lull hangs over them for a few moments, neither really know what to say or do. He notices her fingers fidgeting and decides to break the silence. 

“I know we haven’t talked much since the last time I was here,” He sees the brief wince on her face at the mention of it, as if she’d been actively trying to avoid talking about it. “But I want to tell you how sorry I am for—“

“Dieter, you don’t have to.” 

“No, actually I do. And I’m going to. Not only because it’s part of my steps in recovery, but because you deserve it— Wren deserves it.”

“She doesn’t know— about the drugs or you going to rehab.” She doesn’t look at him as she says it. 

“I won’t mention it to her then.”

“I just told her you were busy and that you’d be coming to spend time with us 'cause you missed her.”

“Why did you agree? After all the shit I’ve done and put you through, why are you letting me stay here?”

That gets her attention, her eyes glossy with unshed tears as she looks at him with nothing but love and forgiveness. “Because you’re my brother and I want you here, despite all the shit you put me through.” 

He shifts closer to where she’s sitting, wiping the few tears that had decided to fall. He doesn’t think he deserves her kindness, but is grateful he has this opportunity to do what he’s been wanting to do. 

“I’m sorry for the pain and hurt that I caused you. Not only at Wren’s party, but all the other times I’d said I was clean and wasn’t. For putting you both second to my addiction. I’m sorry for not being here when you needed me most. I promise I’m going to do my best to earn your trust and prove to you that I am committed to my sobriety.”

Leaning back, his hand digs into his pocket pulling out his proof, grabbing Diem’s hand and turns it over placing the chip in her palm. She looks at it then back at him, the most genuine smile graces her face before she wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him in for a hug. 

“I love you Dieter! Thank you for not only doing this for us, but for yourself as well. I’m really proud of you.” 

“I love you too Diem.”

Releasing Dieter from the hug, she adjusts herself back to her previous position, now more relaxed with her elbow resting on the back of the couch propping her head up as she looks at Dieter, really taking in how healthy he looks since she’d last seen him. 

“Thank you for also letting me stay here. I needed to get out of the city for a bit, clear my head and shit. Should only be a few months or less, until I can get a few things lined up— have a few potential projects I requested scripts for.”

The thought of returning to his old ways terrified him, he had all the tools and support to continue working on himself outside of treatment, but he didn’t want to chance it. He instantly knew exactly where he wanted to spend the next few months re-acclimating back into this new way of living, away from temptation. Knowing their last conversation was anything but great, he'd decided an e-mail felt less grievous and hoped she’d find it in her heart to accept him back in her home again. 

“Of course. Stay as long as you need to.”

“And I can help how ever you need me to, figured it would keep me busy doing stuff, help out with Wren.”

“Oh my gosh, please! It’s peak tourist season the next few weeks at the Hotel and I’ve got a handful of events we’re hosting too. School runs would be a big help for me.”

“Hotel?” He’s sure he heard her right but doesn’t remember any mention of a hotel that he can recall. 

“Funny story actually-- I bought the Capri last year. Did some renovations and it’s been great really. Keeps me busy most of the time, but I love it.”

Diem was never one for the spotlight, especially with movie star family members, actively avoiding anything to do with Hollywood and its ostentatious air. She always had a knack for making drab things look enticing, so Dieter isn’t surprised one bit by the mention of her being the new owner of the Capri Hotel. 

“And now that I’m the owner, you can swim for free— pool cleaning is encouraged too.” He laughs at that. 

“Congrats on owning a hotel I guess. I’ll definitely be taking advantage of swimming privileges then.”

“Alright. I’m going to head to bed, got an early morning dropping Wren off before I meet with the planner for our next event.”

“I can take her tomorrow.”

“You sure? You don’t want to settle in a bit first?”

“Nah, it’ll be nice spending some time with her.”

“Okay. Prepare yourself for a wild time then.”

She kisses the top of his head before heading in the direction of her room. Stopping before turning down the hall, she looks back at Dieter who hasn’t moved from the couch, one of his hands rubbing at the opposite shoulder and leaning his head to the side to stretch it out a bit— the longer car rides really doing a number on him. 

“Dieter—“ 

His head turns towards the direction of his name being called. 

"Hmm?"

“I’m really glad you’re here.” 

“Yeah, me too.”

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#dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo #sweet creature series #Pedro pascal #wildemaven writes

[rosiehrs]

YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME # 29. pent up (written)

word count ; 1.2k

a/n ; hehe happy november and i didnt proof read this

“aeri! no! you can’t do this to me!” you exclaimed as the older girl dragged you towards the café. the both of you were getting stares from people in the area, but all you cared about was not seeing irene and all aeri cared about was seeing jimin. 

“y/n, no take backs. you said you’d do this with me.” she replied, nonchalantly. “yeah, that was before i found out i was gonna see irene. unnie, think about me, please.” aeri rolled her eyes at you, shaking her head. “you’re so dramatic.” 

she had successfully dragged you in front of the café, stopping. she stared at you like you were an idiot before shoving you, “go!” you whined as you entered the café, the door chiming in the process. your eyes anxiously darted across the whole café, looking for the people you were hoping to avoid. just as you were about to breathe in relief, you saw her face - irene’s face. she was sitting on the same side as jennie, nayeon and yeri, the other three sitting away from you. irene laughed at something wendy said, looking up nonchalantly and freezing when she saw you. yeri followed along, wondering where irene’s eyes had travelled to. her eyes widened when she saw you and felt herself tense up. she turned to irene and back to you, distress clearly written on her face. you looked away quickly, turning to aeri who was looking for someone else. “damn, she’s not here yet.”

“bro, i hate you so fucking much right now. irene unnie and i just made eye contact.” that seemed to catch aeri’s attention as she finally faced you. “oh, shit.. no, she didn’t. pretend she didn’t. come on.” she dragged you away to order, but irene’s eyes hadn’t let your figure. yeri nudged the older girl, finally causing her to look away. 

you and aeri had finished ordering and stood around waiting for your orders. nayeon looked up at the sudden movement from the corner of her eye and lit up at the two of you. “hey, isn’t that y/n and aeri?”

immediately, everyone's heads turned towards the both of you - freezing once you realised they had seen you. irene cursed under her breath as her friends called out for you . 

“oh my god! y/n! aeri!” joy cheered. “come here, come here!” 

you smiled awkwardly as you held onto aeri’s arm and walked towards the group. “uh, hi, unnies.” you greeted sheepishly, aeri repeating your words. “oh my god, y/n. finally, in the flesh!” jennie politely said, throwing you a smile. “you too, unnies. it’s great to finally meet you guys. i’m a huge fan.”

“sit, sit!” they insisted, moving in to make space for the both of you. you ended up sitting next to nayeon, with aeri opposite you, sitting next to wendy. 

“your posts don’t do you justice, y/n.” nayeon slyly commented, taking a sip from her drink. you smiled sheepishly, failing to hide the flustered look on your face. “thank you, unnie. you, too.” you awkwardly replied, completely missing the way irene’s eye twitched. you looked up to see irene staring intently at you, feeling frozen under her gaze. “nayeon unnie, be careful - y/n’s girlfriend is sitting right in front of her.” yeri instigated, causing the both of you to quickly turn to her with a look of shock. she grinned in response, as the reactions of the other girls started to kick in. 

“wait, what?” wendy asked, clearly confused. “aeri, you- you’re dating y/n?”

“i- uh,” she began, not knowing how to explain it to them without embarrassing herself. “well, not ex-” with that, the café’s front door chimed, drawing everyone’s attention. you looked up to see karina who politely greeted the cashier and looked around to find her usual seat. you kicked aeri under the table causing her to stop and look back. the both of you immediately stood up and excused yourselves. 

“we’re so sorry, unnies. we’d love to catch up another day! it’s just we have to meet a friend right now, but it was really nice seeing you all!” she grabbed your hand and laced her fingers through yours, turning the other way and walking towards karina. “fuck my life, let’s just get this over with.”

you and giselle pretend to nonchalantly walk towards the counter to collect your orders, catching the attention of the korean girl. “oh, gigi!..” she took a second to glance at you, the smile slightly dropping from her face. “..and y/n. um, good to see you! what are you two doing here?” 

“oh! hi, rina! i was just taking y/n/n out on a date since she’s been so stressed with volleyball lately, isn’t that right, babe?” 

“i- uh, yeah. riri’s so thoughtful, i’ve been exhausted all week but i’m always looking forward to spending more time with her.” you replied, throwing her a smile which karina returned bitterly. “ha.. right. well.. i hope you guys have a good one!” 

“you, too! it was nice seeing you!” you grabbed your drinks and left the café eagerly. once you were finally out of sight, you dropped her hand, shoving her as hard as you could. “what the fuck, unnie! that couldn’t have gone any worse!”

“stop, stop, i know. did you see her? rina didn’t even give a shit-”

you scoffed at her, not believing how that’s her only concern. “don’t be stupid, she was jealous. she was so evidently jealous, it’s working, unnie. but my problem is seeing the person i emphasised i didn’t want to see. i told you i didn’t want to and you didn’t give a shit. sure, call me dramatic but i seriously didn’t need that, unnie. i didn’t need to see her, i didn’t need to be near her. you know how i felt about this whole thing and you still couldn’t even think about how i felt. all you care about is whatever it is you have going on with karina. so for your sake and mine, just give in and tell her how you feel. she likes you too, but you’re just too blind to see it. i’m leaving, get home safe.” you stormed off, ignoring aeri’s calls of your name. when you got far enough, you took a taxi home with a million different emotions swimming in your chest.

frustration, embarrassment, anger. throughout the long course of your friendship with aeri, you had never snapped at her before - you’ve never even raised your voice at her. perhaps it was years worth of pent up frustration from previous occurrences, but it didn’t matter. it was done and you didn’t regret a single word. 

the sound of your phone dinging snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to feel more frustrated with the thought of aeri texting you. you reached into your pocket to check your notifications and flinched harshly when you saw the words written on your phone.

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SUMMARY ⤻ irene was a private influencer and y/n was an avid follower. you were extremely open about your admiration for the older girl. like every other fangirl, you want her to notice you – but she doesn't know your name. (and you don't know hers)

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#irene x reader #bae joohyun x reader #joohyun x reader #red velvet x reader #kpop x reader #ydkmn!smau

[highttowers]

jamie tartt x rojas!reader where she’s dani’s twin or younger sister and is scared about tell him she’s dating jamie but ofc he’s just over the moon about it 🥹🥹🫶

felicidades!

pairing; jamie tartt x rojas!fem!reader (romantic), dani rojas x sister!reader (platonic/familial)

w/c; 1.08k

fandom; ted lasso (apple tv)

trigger/content warnings; my half-baked spanish, a little swearing, jamie being a clueless himbo, dani being a ray of sunshine,

stella speaks! this prompt is so adorable, i hope i’ve done it justice!! set somewhere after 2x03

Jamie feels bad.

He knows how close you are with your brother. He knows how much you hate keeping secrets from him. But he’s also grateful.

He’s only been back at Richmond for a couple months, and many of the boys are still wary around him. He doesn’t blame them, but they’re all so fiercely protective of you that his biggest worry what’ll happen to him, to your relationship when the cat is let out of the bag.

Your biggest worry is how Dani will take it. Dani isn’t the stereotypical ‘i’ll-kill-anyone-who-looks-at-her’ big brother, but he does take shielding you from the press very seriously. And dating Jamie Tartt? That’ll put you right in the spotlight.

The both of you are reaching the end of your rope, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

So Jamie does the only thing he can think of. He talks to Ted.

He takes his time changing after training, carefully packing everything in his bag, a flimsy but effective way to stay after everyone has gone. He also keeps an eye on Roy, whom he’s paranoid knows Jamie is hiding something.

But the older player simply strolls past him, ignoring him as usual, and after Jamie strains his ears to make sure he’s gone, he bolts into Ted and Coach Beard’s office.

Ted looks up from his computer with a start, Beard’s attention suddenly also on Jamie. He feels the heat rise in his cheeks, but Ted simply smiles. “What can I do for you today, Jamie?”

Jamie takes a breath, and right before he speaks, he spots Nathan coming back in the locker room. He closes the door gently, turning back to the two men.

“I’m gonna be totally honest, I’ve been dating Y/n for two months now,” he starts, and Ted leans forward.

“But the thing is, nobody else except for Keeley knows. She really wants to tell Dani, and she’s not telling him because I asked her not to, but I can tell she really wants to, but what if the team beats me up? Like what if Dani is still mad at me for being such a twat and he gets the whole team to beat me up? Roy especially, he would like totally punch me in the balls and then Dani would make me break up with Y/n, but I don’t want to break up with her, but I also don’t want to get beat up, y’know?” Jamie rushes, his words tripping over each other.

Ted takes it in, leaning back in his chair and nodding. After a few moments of silence, he turns to Coach Beard.

“Coach?” He asks.

“Yeah, Coach?” Beard answers, eyes not leaving the chess game on his phone.

“Do me a favor, Coach.” Ted asks, starting to smile.

“Anything, Coach.”

Ted’s grin widens. “Call the Diamond Dogs together please Coach.”

Beard gives a nod. “You got it Coach.”

Jamie looks between them, not a clue as to what’s happening, when Nathan glides into the room, seating himself on the shelf next to Jamie. Jamie looks at Ted in confusion, but Ted just keeps smiling.

A minute later, Higgins also enters the room and gives Jamie a nod. Simultaneously, the four men start barking, and Jamie’s ready to leave when Ted speaks again.

“Fellas, turns out Beard was right. Jamie is dating mini-Rojas,” Ted says, and for the second time in five minutes, Jamie’s face heats up.

“Problem is,” Ted continues, “he’s not sure how well that’ll go over with the team, and frankly, neither am I. Ideas?”

Jamie raises his hand, and Ted points at him. “Yes, Mr. Tartt?”

“First off, the fuck is happening. Second, the fuck is happening?” Jamie asks, tucking his hands under his shirt.

Higgins grins. “We are the Diamond Dogs, and we are here to help! With your dilemma. Your Rojas Hassle, of you will.”

Jamie shook his head. “Whatever. Do I tell him or not?”

Nathan raises his hand. “Well, what I see the worst-case scenario being is the team ices you out for maybe another couple months. Do you think Y/n will side with you during that?”

Jamie twists his fingers under his shirt. “I mean, I hope so. I would be sad if she didn’t y’know cause— well she…” he trails off, his head filled with his favorite memories of the two of you.

“She inspires me to be a better person, and I think even if we had to break up cause Dani said so, I would still want to be better for her and then if I am better maybe Dani and the team’ll see that and they’ll let us date again?” Jamie looks up, glancing around the room.

Ted slaps his hand on the table. “Well lookee there, I think you’ve solved your own problem! And with limited help from us! I declare the Diamond Digs meeting over!”

Jamie begins to smile, a bit of the weight on his shoulders lifted. His smile faded when every other person in the room begins to bark, and with an eye roll, he leaves.

When he gets out, the cool breeze biting at his face, he sees you, waiting by your car. You’re chatting with your brother, who’s telling some sort of training story. His hands are flailing everywhere, and you’re giggling.

He takes a deep breath, then walks over. When he reaches you, he snakes an arm around your waist. You look up at him, the question in your eyes.

When he nods, that inquiry on your face is replaced with his favorite look: that shine of joy in your eyes, and you turn back to your brother.

Jamie takes a breath to explain, but before he can, Dani hugs him. “¡Felicidades! ¡Bienvenido a la familia, cuñado!”

Jamie looks to you for the translation, and smiles slightly when he notices your face buried in your hands. “Something you want to tell me, love?” He asks.

“He called you his brother-in-law,” you say, your voice heavy with embarrassment and muffled by your hands. Jamie’s grin widens.

“Should we plan the wedding then?” He asks. You groan loudly. Dani suddenly turns serious, and Jamie gulps. Has he overstepped?

“Por favor, do not make me wear those horrible dress shoes,” he says, his hands clasped together in front of him.

This causes you to laugh, and Jamie’a grin reappears.

The reaction Dani had was certainly not the reaction he forsaw, but it was definitely better than the one he expected.

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[chaotic-mystery]

cant stop thinking about jealous!joel miller and the way he’d react to seeing others flirt with you. just a little after your arrival to jackson, the three of you tired and just starting to socialize. you get talking with a friend of maria’s who introduced you. and joel is there watching, pretending to be interested in whatever the bored housewife hanging off his arm was even talking to him about. he burns with jealousy he doesn’t know what to do with and ends up crossing the bar to get to you. where he makes some kind of show of getting his hands on you and subtly proving his protectiveness and jealousy over other men talking to you. give it some real angst for me, please?

A/N: Bestie, I tried so hard for this and it's a little long, I hope I did it some justice!

“You’re what?” He shot up from the chair at the table and followed you down the hallway. “I’m going to the bar to go and be social, Joel. I’m fucking tired of being alone, I need more interaction. Besides, how would that look on us if we just stayed cooped up in the house instead of getting to know the people who were so kind to let us into their town?” you waited for a response, but it never came. You exited the bedroom and started for the door.  “So are Ellie and I not enough for you anymore?” he shouted at you as you were about to swing the front door wide open. Stopping dead in your tracks, doorknob in hand, you spun around quickly. “Excuse me? No, you don’t get to throw that at me, asshole. I love you both dearly, but god damn...I can only take so many of her jokes, and I can only deal with you being so cold towards me for so long. I’m sorry if I want to go somewhere I actually feel wanted. So if you want to, you can tag along or you can stay here with Ellie and watch a movie.” You didn’t mean for the words to sound so harsh, but maybe you were glad they hurt him a little. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. A scoff left your lips and out the door you went not wanting him to see the tears trying to escape your eyes. The walk to the bar was quiet, neither one wanted to speak.

Once you got inside and ordered a drink, he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him. "For the record, I do want you, baby” Looking into those beautiful deep brown eyes was the biggest mistake you could’ve made. They always made you forgive him and you hated that. “Then act like it maybe” you snapped at him and gave his bottle a sarcastic clink with yours, making your way to Maria. Your hand brushed against her arm as you greeted one another and she told you she had some friends she wanted to introduce you to. Glancing behind you, your eyes found the woman next to Joel and he wasn’t entertained at all by her standing too close for his comfort, rambling on about god knows what. Maria introduced you to almost everyone there when you finally got to the last group of people. A pair of brothers and their friend were sitting at a table alone with beer bottles scattered across in front of them when you approached and Maria gave a quick introduction between everyone. She left to go find Tommy and you sat at the table with the men, asking where they were originally from and how everyone made it to Jackson. 

Joel was eventually out of eyesight as everyone shuffled around the floor, but you knew he was still with the same woman only because her laugh echoed from the same spot behind the sea of people in front of your table. You couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to see Joel. A point had to be made though and he’s been distant towards you ever since you almost got killed when the patrolling people of Jackson didn’t know why you were there or that Joel was Tommy’s brother. So many apologies were said, but he didn’t want to hear it. Ever since then he hasn’t said much of anything, so it was a slap in the face to you when he asked if Ellie and him weren’t enough. 

As the night went on, less and less people shielded you at the table. Joel's eyes landed on where you were, currently playing cards with the men you were actually enjoying talking to. His body was on fire with jealousy, because you couldn't see what he was seeing. They didn’t want to just chat and be friendly and play cards, they wanted more from you. The guy sitting next to you started inching closer, his arm finding its way around your shoulders. You kept knocking it down off of you as you just wanted to win this hand of cards and go home. “Stop, sweetheart. I’m just trying to make you feel comfortable.” the table erupted in laughs and you caught on to what was going on. “Well can we just finish this hand? I’m kinda tired, I need to get back to my boyfriend anyway.” That’s never scared off anyone before and you didn’t know what made you think that would work now. Looking beyond the ones sitting in front of you, you found Joel who had his chair planted just right so you were in his eyesight the entire time. The woman was leaning over him, hand on his thigh as she asked if she should get more beers for the two of them. “No, I think you should go home darlin. I’m sure you don’t want your husband to come lookin for you and find you draped all over me because you’re bored with him, and he’d try to kick my ass like it’s my fault, and the next thing you know you’re not bored because you’ll be taking care of him and his bloody nose.” She hopped down off the stool and gave Joel the middle finger as she walked by him, and a smirk grew on your lips. He couldn’t help but chuckle and look away from you. 

“Boyfriend? Baby you’ve been here with us the past almost two hours, if you had a boyfriend, why would he let a pretty girl like you be here alone?” Your sight locked on the man laughing across the short table across from you, and you held your cards against your chest “I can take care of myself, that's why” and with that, you placed them down to show them you won the game. An arm made its way around you, only this time it was your waist as he pulled you close to congratulate you. You tried wiggling away, but his grip got tighter. Joel could see you struggling and that was all he needed to get up and make his way to your table. His hand landed firmly on the guy's shoulder that was around you and he gave it a good grip. “Do you wanna have a broken arm?  If not I suggest you get the fuck off my girl because I will not hesitate and she won’t hesitate to take out your buddies.” You looked at Joel and restrained a grin as he yanked the guy's arm off you and held out his hand to help you up. He pulled you against his chest, his arm wrapped around you tightly like you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on, and gave you a deep kiss with his other hand cupping your cheek. The kiss said it all, the topic didn’t need to be rehashed. Needless to say, the next day you and Joel had to take the bed frame to the shop and put it back together and reinforce it better.

#this was so long im so sorry #joel miller #jealous!joel miller #joel tlou #joel miller drabble #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller x f!reader #please tell me if this was bad I don't think im good at angst #all I know is how to be a wh0re

[therunawaykind]

don't wanna break up again

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Pinch of angst? fluff

Warnings: None unless you hate the names Leigh & Danny in the same sentence quite a bit

A/N: Long time no see! (again) writer's block and just simply getting the inspiration and motivation to write have been fucking dreadful these last few months. I dunno what was going on. Hopefully, all things going well this is my slow return to posting regularly again on here. If not then whoops you'll see me again at some stage. Who would've thought Leigh Shaw and Ariana Granda was gonna be my breakthrough for writing stuff not me that's for sure. This is my very loose interpretation of Ariana Grande's 'don't wanna break up again' I saw someone say it was very Leigh x Danny coded then this transpired. I hope I have done this some justice I imagine my writing abilities are a bit rusty so bear with me and I hope you all enjoy!

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If there was one thing Leigh was certain of since Matt’s death it was how complicated and difficult her life had become, ranging from devastating revelations to do with Matt and his teacher co-worker Nina, living with a Jules who is now a recovering sober alcoholic, dealing with her mother Amy with her previous breakdown she had where she moved to Alaska which subsequently led to her breakthrough of wanting to travel and basically just live somewhere else that wasn’t in Los Angeles, that wasn’t home.

In addition to that after Leigh’s breakdown after choosing to leave with Jules to go to Vietnam, she ultimately decided just to stay living in their family home whilst both Jules and her mother left for however long they decided. Leigh also decided to take over Beautiful Beast for Jules until she was ready to come back…if she ever did but nonetheless she couldn’t let all of Jules’ hard work go to waste. And last but not least the absolute travesty that of her and Danny whatever that thing is, it’s complicated, messy and above all else unhealthy all over for the both of them. Not to delve too much into the ups and downs of their….thing the latest situation ended up with Danny punching a hole in the wall of Leigh’s home, to sum it up in a simple phrase “People don’t slam their fists through walls when things are going well.”

The one positive and healthy yet still slightly complicated thing in Leigh’s life which happened unexpectedly was well… Y/N. Granted one of the only aspects that made it complicated was the fact you were her “student”, you both met due to you attending Leigh’s classes at Beautiful Beast, the friendship, and conversations which ended up evolving into more flirtatious conversations did just happen out of nowhere unexpectedly. The downfall of the whole friendship between you both was when Danny surprised Leigh at the entrance of Beautiful Beast one night to take her home…then you caught Danny kissing her which again took Leigh by surprise. That night and predicament in question had truly shocked Leigh because from what she knew and understood during that time, it was during one of her and Danny’s off moments, their pause a break essentially.

But in good Leigh fashion the second she saw Danny she started overthinking and thought she interpreted something wrong or missed a certain something, whilst simultaneously thinking this was Danny offering an olive branch and showing her they really can make this work, they can be good and healthy for each other….how wrong she was. So understandably from then on you started to distance yourself and pull away from Leigh after that by not talking, hanging out or texting as much. Unbeknownst to Leigh any hope you had of having some sort of relationship with her plummeted very quickly after that. 

Leigh knew whatever they had going on wasn’t good for either of them and would never last, it was a cycle they couldn’t break….well she couldn’t break. It was a lifeline for them both, the last small bit of connection they both had to Matt in some way. On one hand, Leigh had this negative and toxic relationship that she couldn’t leave, she couldn’t escape it. Somehow it always kept dragging her back in no matter how many times night and day it had her distraught, crying and attempting to soothe herself. On the other hand, Leigh had this seemingly hopeful, positive and healthy relationship she could have with you.

But before she even tried to give that relationship a chance she had to try to get out of this fucking cycle she couldn’t seem to get out of and no matter how hard she tried. Whenever she asked Jules for advice on the relationship, much to nobody's surprise always went something like this. 

“Leigh you need to end this thing with Danny and go no contact with him at least for some time, this is not healthy for either of you. I mean come on Leigh he punched a hole in the wall at our house. Let me remind you when I was living with you Leigh after mom left, just how many times I’d hear quiet sobs from your room, you talking to yourself to make yourself feel better and reassure yourself everything was going to be okay, that everything was gonna be fine. And I couldn’t get in because 1. You’d lock the door, 2. You wouldn’t respond when I asked if you were okay and lastly, when you did,  you’d just say you were fine, you were okay. Once one of you starts to feel happier and healthier the other drags the other one down simply just by being around.

I know you don’t want to go through another break-up or heartbreak….but you’re doing it to yourself constantly by staying in this with Danny or maybe…. You keep going back to this thing with Danny because you don’t want to hurt him and his heart completely. And if you do fully disappear from his life because to him you're his last link to Matt and right now you know full well you are leading him on and have him believing you two can have some semblance of a future together no matter how complicated it may be. I know this is a weird way to word it but… I think you know Matt wouldn’t want or like Danny to be experiencing this level of hurt and anguish as much as he is, not even specifically with you just with anyone.

But let’s not forget just how much you did hurt Danny initially when he was staying away from you and you wouldn’t let it happen. You forced your way into his life because you needed him to love you. Who knows maybe some ways down the line in the future when you’re both fully healed or at least somewhat…you two can be friends and have that last link to Matt. But also do remember that doesn’t mean you have to stop contact with Matt’s mother…. You can still have a link to him in some shape and form.”

That’s what she’d deal with, she knew and understood completely what Jules was saying yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it….unfortunately. She wishes Danny would end up being the person to end it but the chances of that happening are slim to none. But with the possibilities that awaited her on the other side of things…she knew what she had to do, end things with Danny then she had to get the friendship with Y/N back to what it was, and she had to show you that you weren't going to be just some rebound, that she saw a future with this relationship she saw it going the distance. 

When she thought about the aspects of the relationship she had with Y/N the only way Leigh could describe how she felt…was how she felt when she was with Matt. With you, it finally felt like Leigh had gotten the best and good part of herself back that as Leigh put it Matt had taken with him when he died. It felt like she could finally breathe again and live her life to the fullest. Fortunately for Leigh yet quite sadly when the friendship between you both was at its best Matt left her alone, and Leigh’s recurring what she would consider nightmares of Matt and Nina living out the life she lived with him finally stopped.

Now all she had to do was start the process and uncomplicate her life which starts with talking to Danny.

As Leigh anxiously approaches the door to the apartment she knows so well, she nervously wrings out her hands and fingers. She had texted Danny the night before asking him if would it be okay for her to visit in the morning to talk to him, as Danny eagerly agreed to her calling over she realised at that very moment he was expecting a very different conversation. She hesitantly starts knocking on the door muttering to herself “You can do this, you can do this. You have to do this for yourself, Danny and everyone else in your life but most importantly you and Danny.” After a few seconds, shuffling could be heard behind the door as Leigh took a deep breath in, in an attempt to calm herself down and get all of her feelings under control.

Once the door opened a weak nervous smile spread across her face, Leigh quickly scans Danny trying to figure out how he really is, as she sees him start to step out and lean in to give her a quick kiss but before anything of the sort can happen Leigh quickly steps in and gives him a quick hug as she states “so is it alright for me to come in?” as she smiles quickly at him. Danny’s face scrunches up in confusion as Leigh quickly pats his stomach as she steps past him into his apartment, he lets out an exasperated sigh and throws his head back slightly and he turns around to walk into his apartment closing the door behind him. 

When Danny finally turns to face Leigh he can’t help but notice her looking around his apartment and the constant nervous fidgeting with her fingers, her hair and her neck. He sighs to himself “Alright Leigh what is this about you said you wanted to talk.” 

Leigh jumps slightly as she spins around to face him “ I- well- yeah you’re right I did, I did.” rubbing her now sweaty palms off of the side of her jeans and slowly sits herself down on Danny's sofa. Taking a deep breath in and bringing her hands up to her mouth “I- I can imagine from the way I’m acting and just how difficult it is for me to start this conversation and say what I actually want to….that you already know what this conversation is about and where it’s heading.” Hearing a quiet sigh beside her Leigh glances quickly out the side of her eye seeing Danny leaning forward slightly with his head down and forearms leaning on his knees. “But Danny this thing has to be stopped, I- we’re both hurting each other continuously whether we realise it or not. I mean need I remind ourselves of the punching a hole in the wall situation.”

That got a small chuckle out of Danny as he shook his head slightly clicking his tongue. “And I mean it wasn’t just you Danny, I forced you to be around me when you didn’t want to, in our own little ways, we were selfish when it came to this situation. Now I know I stated and promised you before that I would never have a life that didn’t have you in it…but whilst we’re both still healing and dealing with our grief that obviously still hasn’t gone anywhere. We do really need to not be in each other's lives anymore, no contact, no talking in any shape or form no stupid lil emoji texts anymore.” 

Biting his lip and sitting back Danny exclaims “But Leigh that’s EXACTLY what you’re doing, you’re leaving, you’re having a life without me! You obviously think and believe you don’t need me!” 

“I’M NOT LEAVING YOU, I’M NOT HAVING A LIFE WITHOUT YOU”

“LEIGH THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING CAN YOU NOT HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING” 

“DANNY!” scoffing to herself and shaking her head as she calmly states ”See this, this here exactly happening right now is why we need to take a step back from each other. We can’t even have a normal conversation without blowing up and ending up yelling at each other. The only time we aren’t killing each other is when we’re having sex and- and even then since we had that conversation in that casino resort we both know Matt is still weirdly on our minds during that. I- I think no matter how much we try or maybe want some sort of actual loving relationship with each other…it’ll never work. The only thing we ever can be to each other is friends.” Leigh shakes her head and licks her lips slightly “Just a friendship. Because we are hurting each other and ourselves from the inside out. We have to heal by ourselves, without the other in our lives and move on. And hopefully at some stage down the line whenever we’re both happy and healthy we can get back in contact with the other.”

Leigh smirks as she sways from side to side “Cause I can’t lie Danny I think we’d be pretty kick-ass friends together don’t ya think.” She grins as she nudges Danny with her shoulder, clearing his throat and nodding “Yeah- yeah I think we would be. And I can’t lie I get what you’re saying I understand hell I see it completely. It- it is just a difficult thing to let go of even if it is just for a little bit.” 

Biting her lip and rubbing Danny’s arm “I get it, Danny I do believe me but you still have your mom. You both can get through this together because it was just as difficult for her to… You are all she has left. And I’ll- I'm staying in contact with her or at this stage more like getting in contact with her more considering she still is my mother-in-law or ex-mother-in-law anyways specifics isn’t the important thing here.” 

Danny laughs slightly and nods “Yeah, yeah she’d like that.” Both sit back against the sofa in silence basking in the reality of what now has to be undertaken the reality of it hitting them simultaneously. Rubbing her hands anxiously up and down her legs as she slowly drags out “rigghtt I guess- I guess I better go now and leave us both to our journey of healing, growth whatever you wanna call it.” Leigh laughs as she mumbles to herself “god I sound like my mother” She walks to the door with Danny right behind her as Leigh opens the door she turns around and smiles at Danny as they both embrace each other in a hug for the last time till…who knows how long. Both pulling away slowly and giving each other a subtle nod as Leigh steps out through the door as it closes behind her softly. Leigh takes a deep breath in, the grin spreading across her face going unnoticed by her as she starts to descend the steps of the apartment building.

Leigh was never nervous or anxious when it came to teaching her exercise classes though apparently today was the exception, as she anticipated your arrival. Leigh smiles moving back and forth on her feet as she greets all of the students walking in through the door to her class, anxiously waiting to get a glimpse of your bag, shoes or something as you come through the front door. Considering since you distanced yourself from her she’s noticed you haven’t attended classes all that regularly. Leigh’s eyebrows raise in anticipation as she sees the front doors open happily letting out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding as she saw a glimpse of your bag and shoes come into view. Giddily she lets a grin spread across her face and she nervously picks at her nails seeing you approach the entrance “Hey Y/N it’s nice to see you again, I’m glad you decided to attend and come today.” 

Taken aback by Leigh's greeting and striking up a proper conversation with you after so long did genuinely take you by surprise but couldn’t stop the smile on your face “Hey Leigh, yeah I can’t lie I missed attending these classes I’m sure I’ll get back on track from now on.” Both smiling at each other as you walk past her into the class much to Leigh’s amazement you turn around and say to her “Leigh if I can just say you look great...you just look happy and healthy. Whatever you’ve done or are doing keep it up it suits you.” With her mouth wide open Leigh messily nods and stutters out “I- I will- I-  Thank you very much, I will be sure to keep it up.” Leigh turns around to the door to hide and mutters to herself “Idiot”.

Much to her relief though the class was a success and she didn’t stumble or trip over any more of her words whenever she got closer to you throughout her class as she moved around the room. After the class finished Leigh quickly grabbed her towel off the floor wiping the sweat off of her as she said goodbye to everyone, in her peripheral vision she could see you deliberately taking your sweet ass time packing away all of your stuff. Biting her lip she attempted to suppress the smile taking over her face. 

As she said goodbye to one of the last students she sauntered across the room towards you as she started fiddling with the towel around her neck. “Sooo Y/N” you glanced up at her as you were putting on your shoes “What's up Leigh?” 

She smiles at you abashedly as she scratches her head “I just wanna say sorry and give you a quick apology for anything I said or did that created that distance and made us pull away from each other. Because- because for that length of time, I really did miss seeing you and your face around here but I’m glad to see you back now.” Nervously scratching the back of your neck “Yeah umm I just-” shaking your head slightly as you let out a breath “I just had some stuff I had to figure out and work on to clear my head a bit and- unfortunately, sadly to do that I kinda had to step away and distance myself from you and well all things relating to you. But I- I think I’ve figured it all out now.” 

You can’t help but notice the hopeful glint in Leigh’s eyes and smile “Oh really? A positive figure it out I hope?” 

Grinning and nodding confidently “Yeah- yeah it does seem that way.” Both of you stare at each other smiling to your heart's content as both of your eyes scan the other person. You clear your throat as you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and glance around the room “Anyways I should probably head off and leave you to clean up the place or whatever it is you have left to do around here.”  Leigh absentmindedly nods her head but ultimately starts panicking as you pick up your bag and wave goodbye to her, she quickly sprints after you saying between breaths “Or or- or albeit this isn’t a very nice offer for you to ask-” you raise your eyebrow at her “What is it, Leigh?”

“Um, do you wanna hang out here with me and help me out around here if you aren’t busy? I just- I’ve just missed hanging out and talking with you and thought this might be a nice way for us to catch up.”

“Y’know you are right it isn’t the nicest or most glamorous offer I’ve ever heard but I have missed talking to you Leigh so I’ll stick around and help my favourite fitness instructor out.” 

Leigh whips her head around to face you and stumbles slightly as she starts moving the spare barres placed around the room “Wha- what do you mean favourite fitness instructor? I’m your only fitness instructor.” Smirking over at Leigh as you roll up the extra yoga mats “That you know of, could’ve tried out other places whilst I was MIA” 

“HEY!” Leigh exclaims as she throws a cloth at you 

Laughing at her reaction as you catch the cloth “I’m messing, I’m messing you would be correct, you are the only fitness instructor I know and one that I go to.” You hear a quiet yet stern “good” in response as she goes back to cleaning, laughing and shaking your head in the process.

Since then you and Leigh have practically been inseparable, it was as if nothing had ever happened. She had explained to you fully what went and was going on with her and Danny currently..more like what wasn’t going on. Even though you had said to her repeatedly she didn’t have to that it was none of your business. But you reassured her it was for the better, she made the right decision, she’s doing better because of it and you could only hope the same for Danny. Leigh now had you over at her house….for what she told you would be a quiet night in with both of your favourite takeout foods and as many movies and TV shows as you both could handle.

Which now that you were here was not the case at all. Leigh had gotten the bright idea, the brainwave or as she put it a breakthrough. She felt that the whole house needed to be redecorated and refurnished as it reminded her of sad, difficult and complicated times and she couldn’t stand being reminded of those moments any longer. So who were you to say no to helping her out yet again. As you were sat on the floor dismantling all of the old furniture with Leigh, you saw her peak her head out from the other side “Again I’m sorry about this, it seems like none of my hangouts recently are that exciting and it involves you always having to work.” You laugh and shake your head “Leigh honestly it’s okay I really don’t care what I do as long as it’s with you. But hey it’ll be a nice bonding time for both of us, be a little glimpse of what it’s like if we were to ever live with each other I guess.” You scratch your head and hurriedly get back to dismantling the furniture as you realise what you said. “Did you just say living together?” 

“Psshhh me say that? No never? Must’ve heard things, Leigh.” 

“Mhmm okay sure.” What you didn’t notice was Leigh moving over to you slowly on her knees but jumping slightly as you felt her place her arms on your shoulders in an attempt to get you to raise your head to look at her. Glancing up at her you see the silly little smile on her face “I may not be ready for that yet but I’d like to think we’d end up living together at some stage in the future.” 

Staring at her wide-eyed “R-really?” Leigh grins and nods her head as she whispers against your lips “Really.” Grinning at each other as you both lean in to place kisses on each other's lips which quickly turn into little pecks as Leigh slaps your thigh “Alright let’s get back to work this house isn’t gonna refurnish and redecorate itself. And this furniture certainly won’t dismantle itself.” 

Chuckling to yourself you playfully salute towards Leigh “Aye, aye captain.” 

#therunawaywrites #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw x y/n #leigh shaw imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x y/n #sfyl #sorry for your loss #leigh shaw

[lawsvalentine]

Dreaming of You • Ace x Fem!reader • (ANGST/FLUFF)

CW: post marineford spoilers ahead, reader is apart of the whitebeard pirates, a lil bit of angst, grief, kissing, Ace visits reader in her dream one night

Cee’s Note: i miss him sm 😢 i hope y’all enjoy

Song inspo: Dreaming of you- Selena

It’s been a while since you’ve gotten proper rest. Not since…that day.

The day your entire world was turned upside down.

Every night you cried yourself to sleep, only to be awakened by nightmares of the events of the Paramount war. Reliving his death over and over again, as if your mind was trying to torture you.

It got so bad, that you dreaded sleep altogether. The skin under your eyes darkened from fatigue and your sullen features made you unrecognizable by your crew. You always had the kindest smile and was filled with so much laughter but now your eyes looked empty and you barely spoke anymore. Marco was beginning to worry for your health. The death of pops and Ace still hurt him, but he could tell you were dealing with it the worst. After all, Ace was more than just a crew mate to you.

He was your lover

One night, Marco insisted you get some rest. Before you could protest, Marco already cut you off, declaring it’s the “doctor’s order”. You reluctantly secluded in your personal quarters to turn in for the night. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you had managed to drift to sleep pretty quickly, exhaustion finally taking over. As your eyes fluttered shut, you prepared yourself for yet another dream of pirates and marines fighting and your boyfriend having a hole punched through him. However, you were met with a warm smile and gentle brown eyes.

“Ace?”

You could faintly make out his adorable boyish grin and the freckles that decorated his nose and cheek.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” he winked.

Your eyes widened and before you knew it, you practically tackled him in a tight embrace.

“Whoa…haha…looks like someone’s excited to see me”, he chuckled, placing a kiss atop your head.

The warmth emulating from his body and his familiar scent overwhelmed your senses.

You raise your head from his neck, still in awe that it was actually him. You graze your hand against his freckled cheek before bringing your lips to his.

You missed the feeling of his toned arms holding you against him, the way his soft lips felt against yours, the way he hummed against your lips.

You couldn’t help the tears that flowed down your cheek as you had longed for his kisses for so long. When he broke the kiss, he noticed your tear stained face and concern laced his handsome features

“Y/N, hey hey,” he cooed, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as you continued to sob. You couldn’t help it. You missed him so fucking much and being able to kiss and hold him again was just too much.

“C’mon Y/N, we talked about this,” Ace sighed, thumb still swiping the tears off your cheek.

Your weeping pauses at his words, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“I have to bring Teach to justice for what he did, you know this”, Ace continues, not catching your confused features.

Suddenly a sense of deja vu hits you at his words. You two have had this conversation already. This was the last conversation you had with Ace before he left to hunt down Blackbeard.

You remembered how upset you were about Ace going after Teach. You had a gut feeling about the whole thing and when Ace refused to listen, you remembered how angry you were with him. Looking back now, you hated that your gut feeling was right, but hated more that you couldn’t do more to stop him.

“Ace, please,” you croaked, your eyes holding so much sadness, “don’t go”

If you could just convince him, everything will be okay again.

You wouldn’t feel empty anymore.

“If I don’t do this, I could not live with myself as a commander. I know it’s hard but I really need you to believe in me”, Ace says as he holds your hands in his.

Realization dawned on you, as you gazed at the man before you. You knew him too well to know that once his mind is set, there’s no talking him out of it. You couldn’t change the outcome, no matter how much you wanted to. After all, this was just a dream.

“I do believe in you, Ace,” you squeeze his hands, your thumb rubbing circles against the back of his palm.

There’s so much you want to say to him. So many things you wished you could have said before it was too late. But for some reason, the words weren’t coming out, you just stared at him with glossy eyes as he smiles at you.

“I will be back before you know it, I could never leave my girl all alone for too long” he smirks.

‘But he did’

“Can you just lay with me, Ace”

Ace smile grows bigger and he lays you both down. Your back is against his chest as he holds you from behind. He litters soft kisses to the side of your neck and cheek.

“I love you so much Ace”

His lips pause against your neck, and he tilts his head to look you in your eyes.

“I love you too Y/N”

Your eyes well up again and you try your hardest to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Please never forget that. You are loved and you deserve the world. It is so unfair what life has thrown at you. I wish things were different but just remember how loved you are” you whisper to him.

Now his eyes started to well up and all he could do was capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

.

#one piece fanfic #one piece angst #portgas d ace x y/n #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace angst #portgas d ace #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace fluff #ace angst #portgas d ace fluff

[mychoombatheroomba]

Voices Carry

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 22

You have a conversation with Valeria about Leon. It ends up involving a bloody nose.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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The two of you left the mess hall that evening with a few new understandings. The first was that you would have to be more careful, just as Leon said. 

"The smart thing to do would be to stop," you pointed out, your voice hushed so none of the mess hall staff could overhear. 

"And what about the slightly stupid thing to do?" Leon asked, and you wanted to kiss that goofy smile off his face. 

"We train with Alenko and Williams regularly. Keep some suspicion off of us. Keep everything as quick as possible.” 

Leon had agreed to that part easily enough. You both agreed that you couldn’t meet as often as you’d like. That any moment stolen had to be just that - a moment. Neither of you were happy about it, but that was the hand you’d been dealt. “Feels like we’re teenagers trying not to get caught,” he said eventually, and you couldn’t help but agree. 

“Yeah, except we’ve already been caught.” 

And that led to the second understanding. Valeria. 

“She’s always looking for an edge,” you said, and Leon knew it well enough. You’d seen what she’d done during his assessment. How she’d been teasing him since he joined your squad. She wasn’t the type to let something go unused or unexploited. 

“So she’d, what, hold it over us until she finds something we have that she wants?” 

“Probably,” you shrugged. 

“All the more reason to talk to her about it.” 

You hated the idea, but you knew that Leon was right. 

“I’ll do it tomorrow,” you resolved. “Ask her to spar. Do it then.” 

Leon nodded, frowning a little and you knew it was because it would mean another night when the two of you wouldn’t be alone. But that was the way it had to be. You both knew it, even if neither of you liked it. You had both gotten used to hard truths. 

“That’ll be a fun conversation,” Leon huffed.

“No worse than the one we just had with Krauser.” 

Then the energy of the room had shifted, making it feel as empty as it was. Leon nodded, and you saw him disappear into his thoughts.

There was a long silence, then. 

You decided to be the one to break it, because as much as you wanted to talk about when you and Leon could next steal a moment together, that conversation with Krauser - the revelations it had provided - took up a great amount of space in your mind.

“I . . .” how could you say this the right way? “I can see why you didn’t want to talk about it. What happened in Raccoon City.” It was the best you could do in the moment, the best way you could think of to begin the conversation. “I’m . . .” fuck, how could you say this? 

In the end, after a moment’s hesitation, you settled with the one thing you had yet to say to him. The one thing you had avoided, because you didn’t want him to think you pitied him. Because you had heard so many people say this to you, and you’d hated them for it. 

But now, because it was him and it was coming from you, you only hoped that he would understand the words better than you had. 

“I’m sorry you had to face all of that.” You forced yourself to look him in the eyes, needing him to see you. Needing him to understand what you meant. “And I’m sorry you had to relive it now.” 

Leon just stared at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours, and you worried he would react poorly to the words, just as you had. 

But then, Leon wasn’t you. And thank god for that. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, and you felt him gently squeeze your thigh under the table. Only a second later, something in his gaze shifted. “But you don’t have anything to be sorry for. It’s Umbrella that does.” And there, sparking just beneath the surface, was a fire you’d come to know all too well from Leon. A strength and a sense of justice that was something out of a storybook. 

You knew he was going to be a dangerous enemy for Umbrella to have. 

But then, so were you. You couldn’t say for sure what exactly Umbrella had taken from Leon. His chance at a normal life, yes. The life of a woman who’d betrayed him, true, but what else, you couldn’t say. Whatever it was, you knew in your heart that justice was the reason he wanted to face them down. 

And you wanted justice too, you supposed. 

But you wanted something more. Because Umbrella was responsible for the virus that had killed your friends. Your brothers in arms. Your mentor. The man you considered a father. They had taken everything from you.

So yes, you wanted justice for them. For the fallen. 

But more than that, you wanted revenge. For your friends. For Leon. 

For you. 

“Then we’ll bring them down,” you said, and Leon looked over at you with wide eyes. “We’ll make them pay. Burn them to the ground.” 

His eyes shifted, and suddenly you weren’t staring at some fresh-faced rookie with tired eyes and the weight of the world on his shoulders. You were looking at a soldier. One with a mission, that he was going to see through, one way or another. “You’re damn right we will,” he nodded. 

That murmured promise of justice and vengeance . . . that was your third understanding of the night. 

And to deliver on that promise, the two of you would have to be ready. 

⧫⧫⧫

Krauser was different the next day. Still pissed, you could tell, and still pushing you all to the limit, but he did so with his usual insults. Those little barbed comments that were meant to spur you all onward. 

You never thought you’d be grateful to hear them again, but it marked what you hoped would be a return to equilibrium. And you knew it was because he had direction, now. He knew what to train you and the rest to be able to face - or at least had an idea of it. So, you were hardly surprised when the more rigorous training kept up. More than that, you readily embraced it, now knowing what Leon had faced. You pushed hard, trying to imagine the horrors he’d described. Trying to push yourself, that you might be able to take such horrors down. 

And you watched your squad struggle, hoping they would be able to do the same. It made you realize your obligation to help those who didn’t know what they were going to be fighting out there. 

People like the pair who’d asked you and Leon for help, even before your conversation with Krauser. 

Williams and Alenko were forgiving of the fact that you hadn’t been able to spar with them. Forgiving, but all too curious about why Major Krauser had pulled the two of you out of drills like he was going to read you the riot act. Luckily, you and Leon had discussed what it was you were going to tell them. 

“He wants us leading off-hours sparring practice,” you said, and the lie came easily. Krauser had been pushing you all harder, and Williams and Alenko already wanted to practice with you anyway. And, as Leon pointed out, your actual conversation with Krauser “never happened” so the Major wouldn’t correct your lie, even if he found out.

The two newly added members of your squad didn’t need much convincing. After all, Krauser had been asking you to assist with his training for months now. 

And as for Leon . . . well, it was no secret that the two of you were sparring partners. 

It was your actual secret that needed addressing. 

And Valeria was all too happy to agree when you asked her to spar with you the next day after drills. 

“Oh?” She’d raised a brow. “You and blanquito looking for a third?” 

The comment didn’t shake your expression, because you already looked pissed off enough as it was. 

“Just you and me.” Was your answer. And then Valeria smiled, because she knew why you were asking.

“Fine. But no knives. Hand to hand. Unless you think you need to hide behind steel to win.” 

Your eyes narrowed, and your response came out faster than you intended, hissed in frustration. “Better than hiding behind words.” 

Valeria’s eyes widened, and you worried that you’d said something to piss her off. That she would turn and head to the Major’s office to rat you and Leon out because of spite. Instead, the dark-eyed soldier smiled like she’d won something. “Been wondering if you had any good lines in you.” 

And so that night, as Leon headed off to the firing range with Williams and Alenko in tow, you and Valeria took up ready stances in the training yard. Krauser was listening to music again, and heavy guitar sounded through the open windows. 

So, you set up as far away from the barracks as you could, because you didn’t trust the music to be enough to drown out the conversation. And, to your credit, you really, honestly intended it to be a somewhat civil conversation. 

You were about to begin, but Valeria beat you to the punch. Literally. 

“So. Is this gonna be about what I saw the other night?” 

You barely opened your mouth to answer before her fist came at your face and you only barely managed to duck out of the way, and then you were straightening, stepping back as she advanced. She would go for a face hit right off the bat. She had never been shy about headshots, and Krauser had stopped reprimanding her for it early on. It’ll teach you all to duck, he’d said. 

And you’d learned well. 

You struck out at her stomach as you dodged, lightning fast and laser focused. 

If it were one of Leon’s old squad, you would have landed the hit easily. But this was Valeria. She could trade blows with the best of your squad . . . and she fought dirtier than most. Her hand batted the strike away, and she twisted as she delivered a painful kick to your stomach. 

You grunted as you were forced away, and Valeria didn’t follow, still wearing that damn smirk. The frustration you felt was almost enough to make you forget the question she’d asked. 

Almost. “Yes,” you hissed, raising your guard. “It’s about that.” 

The distant song ended, and then there were little bursts of new music as Krauser switched through the stations. 

You could hear different songs chopped together, only adding to the discordant energy in the air around you. 

“Hit me with your-”

“-keep it down now, voices carry-”

“You two really should be more careful,” Valeria grinned, her voice soft. Like she didn’t want anyone else to hear, either. “Be a shame if the Major found out.” 

It was your turn to swing at her. A quick one-two, a feint high then low. You caught her in the ribs, striking harder than you should have. Maybe you weren’t helping your chances in doing so, but you didn’t much care. 

“Good thing,” you hissed from clenched teeth as Valeria traded you blows, “he’s not going to.” 

Valeria snorted. You went for a punch. She moved to the side. Left your arm extended for too long. Then her hand was moving, one holding your arm in place, the other swooping up from under. You moved a second too late. 

Pain bloomed, then, and you reeled back, clutching at the blood now spilling from your nose. 

Your vision blurred a bit after the hit. Valeria stepped back on her left leg, her guard up again, dark eyes glinting. “Who’s to say he doesn’t already know?” 

Something pulsed through you, then. Heavy and hot. It settled in your chest, filling you with fire. 

You knew she wanted you to come at her, then. She loved setting traps like that. Loved provoking people into attacking her however she could. 

It was great when it worked. 

The trouble was, now she’d done more than just provoke you because you aren’t just sparring anymore. 

She knew her mistake as you swung a now bloodied fist at her with all your might. Her snickering dies as she desperately gets out of the way, but you don’t give her the chance to counter. You were coming after her in a rage, blood flying from your nose as you moved. Hit after hit you laid on her and you could see her becoming smaller and smaller as she shrunk away from you, looking for an opening. 

But her fear made her sloppy, and you landed a push kick square against her chest, sending her back. 

She didn’t go all the way down, though. 

She ran at you, aiming a kick of her own at your side. Your leg came up too, blocking it, just as your fist swung at her head, because you were pissed and hurt and if she’s fighting like that, then so were you. She was lucky she could raise a block in time. There was an attempt at a counter, but you were too fast, so she had to adjust to block again. Your third punch missed altogether as she stepped to the side. 

You almost got clipped in the head as she brought her arm around, but you wove beneath it. Raising your own arm . . . 

And then your forearm crashed hard across her cheek. Almost your elbow, but there was still a shred of restraint left in you.  

She backed away, staggered, and it was all the time and space you needed. 

You turned over your left shoulder, gaining the momentum you needed. Your leg came up, then the other. And then you were spinning through the air, the other leg extended as you jumped. 

The kick connected with Valeria’s shoulder. Hard. She cried out, but that cry was jumbled as she went spilling onto the ground, dirt rising and falling around her. 

And then you were on top of her, pinning her there, eyes full of fury. 

“Did you tell him?” You demanded, your voice little more than a hiss. 

Valeria looks up at you, her head still reeling, dark eyes unfocused. “Mierda,” she groans, baring her teeth as she clutches at her shoulder. “Okay, pretty boy is a sensitive topic, I get it-” 

“That’s not an answer.” 

She huffed, shook her head. “No. I didn’t tell him, damn.” 

You almost let the tension you’d been holding release. Almost. Still, even if she hadn’t told the Major, she still held that knowledge. She still posed a danger. 

As if she can see those thoughts written across your face, Valeria just snickers from underneath you. “Look, I’m gonna give you both shit for it, but I’m not gonna go telling people about you and the rookie.” She surprised you with how genuine she sounded. Maybe more so than you’d ever heard from her. “Don’t think I ever actually saw you smile until he came around. You’ve been actually tolerable lately, so I’m not gonna be on the lookout to end that. Besides,” she grinned then, because it seemed she couldn’t be too courteous for too long, “if the Major finds out, then there goes my entertainment. Because you two are fucking hilarious to watch.” 

“I don’t buy it,” you shook your head, still keeping her pinned. Not trusting her. “I don’t buy you being willing to let this go that easily.” 

Again, Valeria snickered, and that smirk was back. “Who said I was?” And there it was. The negotiation you’d been prepared for. “I keep your secret, and some day, you two can do something for me.” 

“This isn’t a game, Valeria.” 

“No?” She raised a brow. “Then you and Leon better get serious. Cause if I saw you, then it’s only a matter of time before someone else does. Might help you to have someone in your corner.” 

She was right. You and Leon had discussed that much at length, after all. In a perfect world, she wouldn’t know, and that would be that. But in this world, you supposed it was better to have her support than her animosity. So fine, then. 

“What do you want, then?” you asked, because that was the position you found yourself in. 

And Valeria, even though she had lost the fight, knew she’d just won something. “I want in on sparring with you. Other than that . . . I’ll let you know when I have something in mind. And in the meantime, you and pretty boy just carry on as you were.” 

It was going to remain hanging over your heads, then. “Fine.” 

With a final sigh, more of your blood dripping onto the dirt by her head, you stood. You almost didn’t offer her a hand up, but in the end, you reached your unbloodied one towards her anyway. 

She let you help her up, looking at you for a moment longer. “Glad we could have this little talk,” she said, rolling the shoulder you’d hit and brushing dirt off her fatigues. “Just have one more question for you.” 

“And what’s that?” you asked, raising a hand to your bleeding nose, your tone betraying how much you wanted to be done. 

Valeria’s dark eyes got just a little bit darker as she smiled. “Is he any good?” Again, you found some anger spiking through you. “I mean, he looks so sweet, but I bet-”

“Too bad you’ll never know,” you shot at her, and she laughed. 

“Touchy, touchy, alright then.” She started to walk past you, with too much swagger for a woman who just had her ass handed to her. “You’re no fun.” 

And with that, apparently done for the night in the training yard, you spat some blood into the dirt and made your way to the firing range. 

⧫⧫⧫

Leon didn’t realize you’d joined him, Williams, and Alenko until you were stepping up beside him, checking the pistol in your hands and getting ready to fit some headphones over your ears. 

But as soon as he saw you, he saw the blood on your shirt, and what still dripped a little from your nose. He knew then just what kind of conversation you and Valeria had had. 

“Jesus,” he breathed, taking his own headphones off and setting his gun down. “Are you okay?” 

You looked at him with a shrug, just like he expected from you. “It's not so bad,” you said, and Leon just stared at you for a moment, bewildered. But then he so often was bewildered by you. “And honestly?” You slid your pistol’s magazine into place, then met Leon’s eyes. And only you could make a bloody nose look so beautiful. “Could have gone worse, I guess.” 

He supposed, even if it had left you bloody, that was a silver lining. 

Leon laughed once, just taking you in, then shook his head. “Never took you for an optimist.” 

“Oh, I’m just brimming with positivity, Kennedy,” you deadpanned back, then wiped the blood from under your nose and slid the headphones on. 

He chuckled again, then mirrored your actions, feeling a little weight come off his shoulders.

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Why don't they see me as good enough?

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omg you do take requests!! ahh i’m so excited i love how you write <3 ok so i was kinda imagining like a reader that was like an f1 driver, a very good one at that, signed to scuderia ferrari who had to like “prove” herself every chance she got because of her being a woman and her being like fed up with interviews asking her very stupid, superficial and sexually intimate questions that they wouldn’t ever ask of the male drivers, especially not her boyfriend, daniel ricciardo. so one day she just like, ends up crying on the paddock interviews because of the sexist questions she was being asked and because they were just saying she was way too young for daniel and that she was just there because she fucked everyone there, like as a “joke” - which clearly made her upset. and daniel like comes running to ferrari’s side and cusses off everyone because they weren’t protecting you from these questions u can like, finish it off however you’d like love !!!!

Summary: Daniel finds out how you’re being treated in interviews and absolutely cannot stand it.

Warnings: Language, sexism, mentions of sex, unwanted sexual commentary, Angsty fluff.

Word Count: 2728

Authors note: Sorry this request took so long, It’s been a bit of a weekend, but hopefully you enjoy this 😊  And hopefully I’ve done the topic some justice :D

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“Y/n, over there, first interview” your media officer pointed out to you where your first interview in the media pit was going to be taking place.

This was the thing you hated the most. You never entirely understood why you had to deal with these vultures, none of them respected you and quite frankly, you didn’t respect any of them either, so why did you have to subject yourself to these humiliating and downright awful questions.

“You know they aren’t going to ask me any legitimate questions right? So why exactly do I have to do this?” you groaned, already anticipating the awful questions you’re about to get, especially after making P6 in Qualifiers.

“You know it’s part of the job, just splash a smile on that gorgeous face of yours and be as nice as possible and go to your happy place in your head” she advised, “oh, and no swearing”, giving you a warning look to top it off.

“No swearing?” you sent her a shocked look, knowing how much more difficult this was about to be for you.

“No swearing” she confirmed, plastering on a smile as fake as she could possibly make it, knowing how much it would infuriate you.

“You honestly take the fun out of everything” you whispered to her before you mimicked the fake smile she had and made your way over to your first interview.

“Firstly, congratulations for making P6 for the race tomorrow” Well this was a good start that you weren’t expecting.

“Thank you, yeah, it hasn’t been the greatest run of the season so far, but I’m still happy to have qualified in the top 10” you gushed about the position, having felt nervous for the qualifiers this weekend.

“There has been a problem with your car hasn’t there? Were there some concerns with qualifiers today?” Oh my god, yeah, this is good, they are asking some good questions. You shot a surprised look at your media manager, her throwing you an encouraging thumbs up.

 “Yeah, despite the phenomenal run my little Ferrari has been having, it was finally my turn to have a little mishap” were you actually enjoying an interview for the first time in your F1 career?

“Well, I guess no matter what the guys would make sure you were sorted wouldn’t they” and with hat he threw you a wink.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean?” You knew exactly where this was headed. Dropping your head to look down at the ground, desperately trying to keep the anger at bay so you wouldn’t be fined for lashing out.

Again.

“Well, one can only assume you do so well because of all the favours probably being doled out on the side”. Yup. There it was.

You could feel the tension coming from your media manager. And you really wanted to keep it together for her, but it was so god damn hard when they always did this.

Fuck it, you’ll take the fine.

“Did you just imply I use sexual favours to get ahead? Like my driving isn’t good enough despite me proving myself again and again?” You couldn’t take it.

You had been scouted by Ferrari, they wanted you. You had consistently proven yourself on track and off that you were a fantastic driver and addition to the team. You worked just as hard, if not harder than any other driver on the grid and you weren’t even given ¼ of the respect as other drivers. This was an actual joke.

Maybe you were the joke. Maybe they were all right. Maybe you didn’t deserve to actually be here.

“Well, I mean, we definitely know you’re sleeping with someone on the grid” did he look fucking pleased with himself?

“So, are you asking him the same questions then? Because if I’m sleeping with my boyfriend, then he’s sleeping with me too” you spat at the reporter.

“Thank you, that’s all the time we have for this interview” your media manager immediately stepped in, pulling you away from the cameras.

You shoved her off of you and began walking back to the Ferrari motorhome, choosing to forego any other media obligations because you weren’t in the mindset to deal with this as well as the race tomorrow which you absolutely needed to get onto the podium for.

“Y/n, there’s still more interviews” she shouted after you, hoping this wouldn’t escalate into something more for the journalists to make into something it really wasn’t. She knew how bad it was for you, but you really did just have to suck it up, it was part of the job.

“Send me a bill for the fine” you shouted back, not even giving her the decency of turning back.

You’d be having strong words with Mattia, there had to be a way he could get you out of media duties. You were on the verge of breaking. You couldn’t do it anymore.

It was unfair.

You just wanted to be seen as good enough.

All you wanted was questions about strategy, about your car, about the regulations and tracks and rules and equipment, like every other driver got.

Instead, you got questions about your weight, how many salads you ate in a day, if your boobs got in the way of your driving (??), how many times your engineers had to explain how the car worked, and your personal favourites, all the sex questions you got about you and Daniel, or about you and other drivers, or about you and Mattia – because clearly that was the only way you got your seat at Ferrari – or about you and the whole goddamn fucking paddock.

It was soul destroying.

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“Ah there’s my girl” Daniel was always loud when calling you his girl, nothing made him prouder than the fact that he managed to end up dating a woman like you, let alone the first female F1 driver. Ever.

And nothing made you happier and calmer than seeing his smile.

The second you were close enough he wrapped you up in his arms, placing a kiss to your head.

“You ready for the race?” He knew how nervous you got; he knew the pressure that was constantly weighing on you. He knew it was unfair, but what he wasn’t aware of was the actual depth of it. Neither of you really watched the others interviews, knowing how horrible media was so he never really saw how bad it actually got with the interview questions. Weirdly enough, you’d never really been around each other for the interviews, so it was no wonder he had missed it completely.

And there was absolutely no way you were ever going to tell him. You couldn’t. That would just make you weak.

“Always, how you feeling about it?” you asked, always surprised how relaxed he seemed before a race.

“Y/n, after the race, I expect you at media, the entire time, am I understood?” Mattia shouted, before turning his attention back to Charles, waiting for both his drivers to get in their cars for the start of the race.

“You walked out of another interview?” Daniel chuckled, God you were feisty. At least that’s what he chalked it up to.

“Eh you know how I feel about the vultures” you shrugged, “listen, good luck, I love you, I’ll see you at the finish line” you squeezed Daniels arm as you began walking away.

“Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go babes” he always knew how to make you feel better without even knowing it.

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“So Mattia obviously told you that you’d have to stay throughout all the interviews yeah, especially for making podium” your media manager began, waiting for your outburst for having to do arguable the worst part of your job.

“I made podium, there’s nothing that could ruin this mood” truthfully, you were just tired. There was only so much you could take, and you guess you were just done. You had nothing left in you. That race was a battle and it left you exhausted, you have no emotional energy left for this.

“Y/n, a podium finish, you must be feeling pretty great” you could do this. Just smile and keep the answers simple.

“There is truly no greater feeling” keep the smile there. Let your eyes gloss over. You can blame it on being tired.

“Sure your boyfriend would disagree” he gave you a not so subtle wink, making you feel sick to your stomach.

God, keep smiling.

“Speaking of Daniel, he must be hoping for one hell of a reward for letting you overtake him, if you know what I mean” Did he just glance down at my chest?

“I raced really hard today and am really happy with my strategies during the race” good answer, everyone was going to be pleased with that one. You could see your media manager smiling out the corner of your eye.

“Oh, so the strategy wasn’t to look pretty before the race, show a little skin and distract everyone?” his laugh was piercing. You knew he was referring to the dress you wore earlier. It was a summer dress. That was it.

You couldn’t do it anymore.

You took a deep sigh, dropping your head. You could feel the tears forming.

Don’t cry.

Don’t cry.

Don’t cry.

Fuck.

You felt the first one roll down your cheek.

Get it together, there were only, what?  Five more of these? You could do it.

Next minute you felt a hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you backwards.

“I’m sorry but what did you just say to her?”

You immediately turned around, burying your face into Daniels chest, desperately wanting to escape this. To escape it all. The tears freely flowing now. He wrapped a protect arm around your shoulder to keep you in place while he whispered that eh was there now and you were safe.

“Daniel, we were just joking around” the journalist immediately went onto the defence now that Daniel was here.

“I don’t know mate; not entirely sure my fucking girlfriend crying is proof of you two just joking around” Good god he was angry. You could hear his heartbeat. You could feel his skin getting hot. His grip getting tighter around you.

“She fucking drivers for Ferrari, she just made podium, she’s one of the best drivers on the grid and you’re standing here, accusing her of what? Earning her spot because she’s a pretty face? Get the fuck out of here” Every single interview had stopped, watching Daniels outburst. Thankful that they weren’t the ones on the receiving end of his wrath.

Next minute Daniel was leading you away from the area, wanting to get you out of there as quickly as possible. Wanting to keep you safe.

You couldn’t do anything other than wipe the tears away and whisper ‘thanks you’s’ to him again and again, knowing that you couldn’t get out of there by yourself, even if you tried.

“Daniel she needs to –“ his look towards your media manager alone was enough to stop her sentence in its tracks.

“You. Follow us. We’re going to have a word with your boss” Daniel couldn’t remember the last time he was this mad. How was Mattia condoning this type of behaviour towards one of his drivers.

He was going to set the record straight, right now. You were never going to be treated like this again.

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Daniel stormed into the Ferrari motorhome with you and your media manager trailing behind.

You unable to say anything through the tears, your companion unable to out of sheer fear.

 “Mattia” Daniel’s voice was loud enough to startle the entire room.

“Why is y/n crying? Is everything okay?” Daniel was thrown by the genuine concerned in your boss’s voice. This was not what he expected.

“Why are you allowing interviewers to ask y/n the most disgusting questions and why is her media manager doing nothing to prevent them from it?” He wanted it to sound aggressive, but the second he felt your hand on his back, he softened completely, not wanting to cause you more stress than you already had to undergo.

“What kind of questions?” Mattia truly had assumed you were getting the same standard questions as all the other drivers. He rarely paid attention to the media side, allowing the people he trusted to make sure all was running smoothly, this included your media manager.

“I just had to listen to her be accused of trying to bribe and seduce people for her seat and the podium” Daniel began explaining

“And I often get asked how many people I fucked to get here and about my boobs” you said through your tears, still being shielded by Daniel.

“I’m sorry; your what?” Daniel spun around to look at you, the shock evident on his face. You looked back down at the floor, ashamed of it, knowing it wasn’t your fault, but somehow still feeling guilty for it all.

“How did you let this happen?” Mattia directed the question towards your media manager, clearly upset about this too.

You felt relief that he was just as mad, knowing that he was a good man and was truly just unaware.

Stuttering, trying to get an answer out, your media manager wasn’t sure how to answer. She truly thought she was just doing her job.

“Actually, we’ll discuss this Tuesday morning in my office. You’re dismissed” All three of you did nothing other than stare at her until she nodded out a quiet yes boss and left the room.

“You, on the other hand, we’ll meet tomorrow to discuss what’s going on. Take the night. Daniel, thank you for bringing this to my attention” Mattia wanted to figure out what was going on, but he knew now wasn’t the time, opting to rather let you go for the night and let him sort out whatever mess he can.

“Oh, and just know, you earned your spot here and on that podium tonight. I never regretted hiring you. Not for a second. I’m proud of you” and with that Mattia returned to the laptop in front of him, wanting to finish up with the data analysis before moving onto this task.

You knew your boss was never one for large displays of affection, so to hear him say that brought a new round of tears from you. Letting out a small thank you and goodnight before you and Daniel left to return to the hotel.

“Listen, for realsies though” Daniel turned to look at you, stopping you both so you could understand how serious he was, “you should’ve told me this was happening. You don’t always have to be strong. Every single driver would have lost their goddamn mind at questions and comments like that, you wouldn’t have been weak. You deserve this and are one of the best drivers on this grid at the moment, and I’m not saying this as your incredibly hot god-like boyfriend who worships the ground that you walk, I’m saying this as an honest to goodness fan who worships the ground that you walk on.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that came out of you, clearly putting him at ease to see you smile.

“Promise me you’ll tell me next time” he wouldn’t let up until he heard you say it.

“I promise you” you sealed your promise with a kiss, knowing now that what you felt was okay and knowing you truly did deserve this.

“Okay good” Daniel couldn’t help but steal another kiss from you before wrapping a hand around your waist again so you could carry on walking to the car in silence.

“I do have to be honest though” Daniel broke the silence as you he opened the car door for you. You suddenly felt nervous, not sure you were able to handle anything more this evening, “Watching you on that podium, soaked in champagne, it spraying all over you, kind of left me feeling someone sort of way and may the lord have mercy on you when we get into that hotel room”

“Why wait till we’re back at the hotel?” you said with a wink before closing your door, watching a range of emotions flash across his face before he figured out what you meant and he was sprinting to his car door.

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A Night With Royalty

18+ Minors don’t you dare!!!

Word Count: 3790

Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Female Character

Warnings: Explicit, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Double Penetration, Light BDSM, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Marijuana, Swearing, Face-Sitting, Partying.

It was a typical Saturday night, getting drunk, pigging out on junk food, and cheesy horror movies on the tv. Layla was off that night from the record store and Eddie didn't have a show to play. Steve must've also been lonely and bored since he called last minute and asked to hang as well. Wasn't a big deal since Uncle Wayne was working another graveyard shift. That's what was nice about hanging out at Eddie's-no responsible parental units around meant irresponsible young adults. They could be as loud as they want, party as long as they want, and be as naughty as they want. Layla was Eddie's long time girlfriend and his age-yet she graduated 2 years ago. Had a steady job at a record store that had an underground tattoo shop in the back. She was quite the artist and back in the day used to experiment on Eddie...now that's a trusting boyfriend.

She still lived with her parents because her and Eddie were supposed to move out on their own...except he still had yet to graduate. Layla wasn't going to move in with him until he walked that stage and got that diploma because she was not going to "pack my boyfriends lunch and send him off to school like I'm his damn mother." She loved Eddie and tried to help him out with school but he wouldn't hear it....but that's Eddie...stubborn as a mule. She wanted to get him out of the trailer so his poor Uncle could have his room back. Wayne never complained since he loved having Eddie around but they all knew a real bed was better than that fold up cot.

Steve arrived around 9 already a few drinks in and knocked on the door.

"My my my is that the King himself? Babe look! Wow I have a King and a Princess in my home. I'm surrounded by fucking royalty." Eddie said with a huge shit eating grin on his face.

"Yah yah fuckwad just let me in already." Steve hated being called that but Eddie knew that and never let it down.

"Ok it's starting to get less funny...leave the guy alone...Edward." Layla responded back knowing how Eddie hated being called Edward as much as Steve hated being called King. Eddie gave Layla a death stare. "Oh no! Looks like I'm in trouble!"

"Damn right you are little girl! Now get over here and receive your punishment!"

"Hell no! I'm not that stupid!" Eddie starts chasing Layla around, screaming and hollering when Steve grabs her so Eddie can dish out the justice for her calling him Edward. He picks her up, slings her over his shoulder, and gives her 10 hard whacks on her ass.

"For fucks sake Eddie put me down!" When he does she looks over at Steve and says "And don't think I won't forget that act of betrayal Harrington...your on my shit list now!"

"Oooo! I'm so scared! The little 5 foot terrors gonna get me!" Eddie and Steve laugh as Layla rubs her sore ass trying to figure out how she's going to sit on the couch.

They turn on the VCR and play Children of the Corn. Steve's not really into horror movies so he doesn't pay much attention. He steals glances at Layla and Eddie snuggling on the couch. He notices Eddie starts to rub his hand up and down Layla's left side starting at her shoulder, down her ribs, and then landing on her thigh just below her very short jean shorts. Her skin looks so soft, his hands laid on the couch and was only inches away from touching her thigh. He thought "If I was quick and stayed still, I wonder if I could brush my fingers over her skin and maybe she would think it was Eddie's. No...come on doofus...I'm sure she can tell the difference between her boyfriends fingers that have been all over her and inside her and to that of a stranger."

Steve was trying to concentrate on the movie and not what he wanted to do to Layla and the chub that was certainly developing in his tight jeans.  "Man, this movie is so creepy. Makes you not want any children at all. This would be a perfect form of birth control damn." Layla exclaimed and everyone chuckled.

"What? No kids? Your telling me you don't want an army of curly brown haired Munson's running around, Lays?"

"I love you Eddie...believe me I do...but your as much Munson as I can handle."

"Aww dang princess....I was kinda hoping to knock you up one day and you'd be mine forever!"

"Oh is that so? What you want me barefoot and pregnant wearing your band tees and blasting Ozzy on your headphones over my fat belly?"

"Actually....yah...that sounds pretty awesome."

"Hmm...I'll have to think about it. If I get knocked up it means your stuck with me Munson."

Eddie smiles and plants a big kiss on Layla's lips.

"Well if your going to be responsible parents, Eddie's going to have to give up his side business. Drug dealer Dad doesn't have a good ring to it." Steve chimed in.

"Oh like there aren't drug dealing parents, Harrington. Get off my ass about that."

" Oh he meant nothing by it Eddie, don't be so sensitive. If we have psycho kids like these brats on tv, I'm going to need weed to mellow me out!"

Eddie and Steve raised their beers and shouted "Here here!"

"Well....if gonna be pregnant in the near future....I should take advantage of those wonderful drugs my one day baby Daddy sells....I need that weed!"

"Wait hey I kinda need that to make money babe! How am I gonna support the army of Munson's?"

"Oh! I'll pay for it then! Jeez!"

"As if I want your rich girl money..."

"Fuck you! This my money from the record store. But if your so butt hurt about me paying...I can think of another way to pay." Layla curls her tongue and starts running her finger down Eddie's chest down to his stomach.

"Jesus, babe you don't need to whore yourself out for drugs ill get you a joint damn."

"Woo! Let's go Steve! Time for drugs!"

Layla grabs Steve's hand and dances with him down the hall to Eddie's room.

The three of them make themselves comfortable on Eddie's bed and begin passing around the joint. It doesn't take long for it to kick in because Eddie apparently has the good shit. Layla gets up out of bed and turns on Ozzy's Blizzard of Oz album and starts dancing to her favourite song "I Don't Know".

Layla's cropped cut off tee that fell off one shoulder kept rising up every time she put her hands in the air. It would go up high enough that the underside of her black bra was showing, not to mention it was tight since she was well endowed. As she swayed her hips, Steve couldn't help but be mesmerised by every curve.

"Wait...so your smokin' hot, cool, rich girlfriend also likes metal?"

"Hell fucking yah Harrington! My girls always had great taste...I mean come on...look at me!" Eddie laughs.

"Lays, do you actually enjoy this or you just putting on a show for your man to make him happy?"

"A show? Are you serious? I love rock n roll. I'm more into 70's bands but these artists of today developed from greatest bands of all time....Queen, Led Zeppelin, The Who, freakin' Jimi Hendrix! Ozzy and Eddie's beloved Dio originated from Black Sabbath ...a prominent band in the 70's. Not to mention Ozzy has one of the most recognisable voices in any genre and his talent is proved once he went out on his own and nothing will ever stop him."

Steve is completely shocked while Eddie starts clapping his hands and exclaims with the joint still in his mouth "My girlfriend ladies and gentlemen! The bad ass, metal chick alive!"

"Wow, I didn't realise you were so passionate about music."

"Oh I've always been. Parentals wanted me to be an exemplary young lady and had me learn cello and piano when I was young. I won't lie I rocked the shit out of some Saint-Saens."

"Who?" Both boys responded.

"Oh you uncultured cochons you need to educate yourselves and expand your minds to more than one type of music."

"Umm Steve...I think she's insulting us."

"You know what...I think your right...perhaps we should teach her a lesson that it's not nice to be rude."

Eddie and Steve looked at each other with squinted eyes and wicked smiles.

"What are two doing?" Layla looked scared and was starting to back up but then the boys quickly grabbed her and threw her on the bed and began an all out tickle war.

"Ah!! Omg stop! Stop! Holy shit! I can't take it!!" Layla squirmed around and laughed while trying to get away.

The boys eventually stopped after Layla threatened to kick them both in the balls.

"Oh come on Princess we were just having fun. You were being rude and we had to punish you." Said Eddie wiping his curls from his face.

"If you want to punish then fine but not tickling that's a hard no!"

"Well how should we punish you, baby girl?" Eddie had a look on his face that Layla has seen many times before and she knew exactly what he meant. She was sure he was about to kick Harrington out...but he kept going.

"Maybe we need to tie you up so you can't escape."

Steve wasn't sure why Eddie kept saying "we" but he brushed it up to the weed.

"Grab the cuffs over there while I hold her down, Harrington."

What the fuck? Steve thought but he just went along with it.

Giving the cuffs to Steve, Eddie latched them around Layla's wrists and above her head.

"Now Steve, what do you think the ultimate form of punishment is?"

Steve was too high and confused to think so he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well I say it's when your so fucking horny and you can't touch yourself."

Steve was very confused by this point and asked if he should leave.

"Yah but if you leave who's going to keep her hands above her head?"

Was this actually happening? Was Eddie really going to let Steve sit there and watch these two have sex? Would he be involved? Something felt odd yet thrilling at the same time.

Eddie began to lift up Layla's shirt to expose those beautiful, massive breasts that Steve had been dreaming about seeing all night. He covered her eyes with the shirt so she couldn't see. He placed soft, sweet kisses on her cheek, neck, collarbone, and down her cleavage. He started massaging her breasts before taking one out at a time. Steve's mouth opened slightly and his cock started to twitch. Eddie squeezed her nipples while Layla let out a soft moan. He then took one nipple in his mouth and began to suckle hard. Layla moaned louder as she arched her back as if begging for more. Eddie lifted up his shirt and threw it across the room. He trailed more kisses down Layla's ribs and stomach as she yelped from the slight tickle of Eddie's pouty lips and breath. He proceeded to undue her shorts button and zipper then slid them down taking her pink thong with them.

Steve couldn't look away at Layla's perfect pink pussy and his cock started to ache under his tight jeans.

"You can go ahead and take those off my man...we don't need that famous Harrington cock getting scratched to death by your zipper."

"Are you sure dude? Your both comfortable with this?"

"Do what he says Steve and just shut off your brain for a damn second."

Steve takes off his jeans quickly along with his boxer shorts. He is almost at full mast and when he grabs his cock it's quite painful.

Eddie teases Layla while swirling his tongue around her belly button then down her inner thighs.

"Omg Eddie just lick my pussy already i can't take it anymore."

"Oh is that what you want? Perhaps I shouldn't since you were so rude before to me and Steve. You can be rude all you want to me because I'm already head over heels for you...but you don't insult our guests. Now apologise to Steve."

"I'm sorry Steve...I didn't mean to be an entitled brat and-"

"Not with your words Princess...with your mouth. Open up that pretty mouth of yours wide since apparently Harrington's got a hog in his pants."

Steve didn't even question Eddie this time, he was too turned on and needed Layla's wet, warm mouth around his cock. He crawled over to the head of the bed and placed his cock in her mouth. The feeling was indescribable and Steve was concentrating as hard as he could to not instantly cum...he wanted this to last as long as possible. Steve slid his cock in and out of Layla's mouth slowly as Eddie stared at her aching, dripping cunt waiting for the perfect time to pounce.

Layla moaned loudly once Eddie placed his mouth on her pussy and licking furiously at her clit. The vibrations of her moan weren't helping Steve's situation and he was ready to burst at any second. Eddie licked his ring fingers and slowly entered them into Layla's tight cunt. With Steve's cock in her mouth, Eddie licking her clit, and finger fucking her..she was about to burst any second. Steve's thrusts got faster and deeper down Layla's throat making her gag a little.

"Oh fuck. I'm going to cum! Oh shit!"

"Make her swallow every drop Steve!"

He didn't know why but hearing Eddie say that was the ticket to his release and Steve unloaded all his cum into Layla's mouth and down her throat. He fell on his back and needed to breath from the intensity.

Eddie's fingers started to go in and out of Layla faster. She made the most sensual groans Steve had ever heard which surprisingly made him hard again. He was becoming insatiable and wanted more.

"My baby's about to come real soon Steve...you better get down here and get a taste. I guarantee it's the best tasting pussy you've ever had."

Eddie continued to finger fuck Layla as Steve went down to the end of the bed.

Eddie stopped for a second to stretch open and display Layla's perfect pink pussy.

"Now tell me that's not a work of art."

"My God man you weren't kidding."

"So have a taste already!"

Steve dove down into Layla, he opened up her needy hole and got his tongue as far as he could inside of her. It was the greatest he's ever tasted and for a second grew jealous of Eddie who could have this whenever he wanted. She tasted of honey and sunshine. She was getting so wet it was dripping down Steve's throat. Eddie began to lick her clit when she screamed "Oh my fucking fuck I'm going to come so hard. Oh god oh god keep going I'm so close!"

Then like a rushing wave, Layla's release came in such a strong force that she squirted all over Eddie and Steve's face-as well as the floor.

"Woo! Good job babe!"

She lifted up her shirt and said "Ok that's it get these damn handcuffs of me...I'm in charge now."

"Yes ma'am." Eddie said while he grabbed the key and unlocked the cuffs.

"Pants off Munson!" Didn't have to tell him twice as Eddie unbuckled so fast and his pants dropped to the floor. She had Eddie and Steve sit on the bed as she went back and forth sucking both of their cocks. After a couple minutes, Layla grabbed both of their cocks and said "Now, I want both of you to kiss."

"Wait what?!?!" Yelled the boys.

"Hey! As far as I see it...I quite literally have you both by the balls....I'd listen to me. Besides...I said I was in charge...now kiss before I decide I'd rather have you suck each other off."

Eddie and Steve both looked at each other reluctantly.

"Today ladies or I stop stroking."

Eddie places his hand on Steve's cheek and tilts his head to the right as he slowly plants a soft peck on Steve's lips. They pause and stare at each other for a second before closing their eyes and properly make out. Their tongues massaging each other over and over as mild moans escaped. Eddie than rolls on top of Steve and begins grinding his cock on Steve's leg. Layla crawls on the bed admiring the two gorgeous naked men fondling each other. A smirk develops on her face as Eddie starts kissing and sucking Steve's neck and then down his chest. Steve arches his head upwards and moans loudly from the intensity of it all. It felt so wrong...so taboo...but dammit he didn't want Eddie to stop. Eddie begins to move further down Steve's torso when he finally stops at Steve's stiff, aching shaft. He plants small kisses around it then swallows it entirely. Layla's jaw drops...she never thought she'd see her boyfriend with a dick in his mouth. It was...by far...the hottest thing she's ever seen. Her hand trails down to pussy, she slips two fingers in to find out she's insanely wet.

Eddie's head goes up as he says "Get a condom Lays, some lube, and then sit on Harringtons face."

"Im very into the face sitting idea but I don't get why we need lube. Aren't you wet enough?"

"Oh poor, sweet, clueless Steve. Just lay there and relax...it hurts more if your tense...trust me...Eddie likes coming in the back door."

Eddie laughs. "Ha. That's pretty funny Lays."

Layla crawls up the bed and straddles Steve's face.

"Mmm. I've always wanted to grab your famous quaff as I rode your face Steve."

Layla starts grinding Steve's face as he laps his tongue all over her wet pussy drinking up ever drop. Steve puts his arms under her legs and grabs on so he can push her closer to his face. Steve becomes so engaged in how good Layla's cunt is that he completely forgot the fact that he was about to be butt fucked.

Eddie squirted the lube over his cock and his fingers as he did a "practice round" in Steve's tight, puckered ass. He wasn't even sure if Steve noticed what he did. He then slowly enters Steve since he wasn't accustomed yet to Eddie's girth. Steve's eyes shot open as Layla said it was ok and to just breathe. The more and more Eddie went inside, the more intense he ate Layla. Eddie was now fully inside Steve as he pumped in and out. Steve's mind was racing trying to comprehend all that was happening. He was eating out one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen and being fucked in the ass by the only guy who ever made him question his sexuality (ok maybe not the only guy...those after game showers with Billy were...ummm...interesting.)

Steve wasn't going to last for long but he did everything in his power to not come...he didn't want this to end.

"Oh fuck! Suck on my clit Steve I'm so close!!"

Eddie was close as well and he started fucking Steve faster and faster. Seconds later, the three of them came together nearly milliseconds apart from each other like they were one person. Eddie ripped off the condom and crawled up the bed looking feral as he flipped Layla on her stomach. He buried his face in her pussy making sure to clean her up completely. He grabbed another condom and tossed it to Steve.

"It's time for you to do some fucking. You go in the back and I'll go in the front. Let's see if my girl can take two dudes at the same time." Steve sat on the bed with his back to the wall while Layla slowly entered his cock in her ass, leaning back into Steve's chest as Eddie slid his cock inside her pussy. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, "Holy fuck this feels so good. Omg it's making me dizzy. I'm getting so stretched."

Their rhythm was a perfect flow as if they'd done this a million times. Eddie sucked on Layla's nipples as she leaned her head back to kiss Steve. The pleasure was so intense that they all fell over onto the bed with Steve on his back and Layla sandwiched between him and Eddie. Steve's hands rested on Layla's hips as he bucked his own faster. Eddie's hands placed on both sides of them as he picked up the pace. His head rested on Layla's as he stared into her eyes.

"I love you so much babygirl. Your so fucking perfect I'm never letting you go."

"I love you Eddie. Come inside me, breed me...make me yours."

Their moans and "happy screams" were so loud they were sure the whole trailer park heard them but they didn't give a damn.

Steve comes inside Layla and can barely breathe. Layla's release has her practically shaking as Eddie still kept going even after he finished.

Once they could breathe again and speak coherent sentences, Steve goes to find his cigarettes, Eddie bums one and grabs a beer. "Oh! No! Don't move Princess...your man's got you some water and a wet towel." Eddie gently wipes Layla clean as he gives her tiny smooches.

"Damn if the idiots at school knew how sweet and caring their resident freak was."

"I could give a fuck what those sheep think...your the only thing that matters to me."

"Hey...it's getting late I should head off..."

"Oh hell no Harrington your not going anywhere...who's to say I won't want both my boys in the morning."

Layla kisses both of them as they crawl under the blankets.

"Now I've not only slept with a princess but also a king."

"Well if im a King and she's a princess what does that make you?"

"Shit. I don't know. I always saw myself as the court jester." Eddie laughs.

"Well I think after tonight...you are both Kings...and I'm definitely no innocent princess anymore....because now this bitch is a Queen."

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington smut #steddie smut #steddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #layla riley oc

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I just read your Dennis fic, and if you were going to write a part 2 would you be able to make it that Dennis doesn’t immediately tell reader he likes her? He just starts acting really weird when she’s around?

Like maybe, Dennis Charlie and Mac are insulting Dee and reader says something like “that it’s not nice” then Dennis goes, “yeah that’s seriously not nice guys.” And everyone’s just confused cause like he was saying mean stuff too.

If it’s to much trouble or if you don’t wanna write this please just ignore this 🧍🧍

"like no one else" | dennis reynolds x reader

read part one here

authors note: ur mind anon UR MIND BROOO. this prompt was amazing and i had to do it but also it took me a month cuz i was busy. OOPS. i hope i did it justice cuz i took it and ran LMAO

requests open as always!! looking to do some charlie kelly stuff, so if u have any ideas for him lmk!!

cw: fem reader, mentions of objectification of women and the D.E.N.N.I.S system ofc, lil smoochie smoo at the end but nothing nsfw, 1.4k words

Dennis stumbled out of the restaurant, abandoning his date and this old life of promiscuity behind, seemingly. He walked down the street, pulling out his phone. He entered your name into his contacts, ready to confess everything. Ready to tell you how much you mean to him. Ready to love you. But then he stopped. His finger hovered over the call button and he thought, "what am I doing?" It was the emotion of the situation that made him act with such heedlessness. He didn't even know if you felt that way about him, if you felt the same deep connection he did. For him, it was a feeling like no other. It felt like you got him in a way no one else did. With understanding and kindness too. But to you? Dennis could just be a good friend to you. And if that was the case, what was the point in risking it all? He took a deep breath, shoving his phone back in his pocket. No, he shouldn't act so incautiously.

In the following weeks, Dennis found himself falling deeper and deeper for you. Every action you took, every word you spoke. He found himself obsessing over it. He tried not to come off as creepy - although that was hard, this was Dennis. His still kept his distance as usual, but now with a growing infatuation. He believed he was portraying this neutrality to you well, but this facade was challenged today.

"Y'know what guys, I'm really excited for this date tonight," Dee began to explain as she sat at the bar with Dennis, Charlie, Mac, and you.

"Oh shut up, Dee, nobody cares about your stupid date," Mac barked. Degrading her as usual.

It was water off a duck's back for dee, "You're just jealous I have a date Mac." She rhymed off before taking another swig of her beer.

"How'd you get this one to go out with you, Dee?" Charlie began in defence of Mac, "What'd you do? Steal his dog?"

"What? God no, what the fuck are you talking about?" Dee said.

Dennis didn't involve himself in verbally bullying his sister as he usually would. Usually, he would come in with the worst, most grating jabs. Instead, he silently observed how you scrolled on your phone, occasionally taking a sip of your drink, noticing how your brows furrowed ever so slightly in frustration.

"Even if you do go on this date, Dee, the only way you'll get him to stay is if you steal his phone or something!" Mac snarled.

"Yeah, you stupid bird!" Charlie said, which resulted in loud laughter from the men.

"God, would you just leave her alone, you two? Do you have nothing better to do?" You snapped at them finally. Dennis noticed your frustration and wanting to support and comfort you, he responded;

"Yeah, guys, leave her alone. You're both so sad." Dennis said in his usual 'I'm not wrong about anything ever and you're stupid for being wrong' tone.

Silence. Everyone, including you, turns to face Dennis. Did he just defend Dee? The sister he swore he hated?

"Dennis, what did you just say?" Mac asked cautiously and filled with confusion.

"I said leave Dee alone."

Dennis didn't really care all that much about Dee. Really, all her cared about was proving to you he did. He wanted to be on your side, always. To have your approval.

"Thank you, Dennis," you agreed. Dennis's heart swelled. 'God, what's wrong with me?' he thought. He had never felt this many emotions ever. Never mind for one person.

"That was weird, right? Earlier? When Dennis, like, stood up for Dee?" Charlie asked Mac.

"Oh yeah! For sure! I have no clue why he did that. I mean, just yesterday me, you, Frank, and Dennis were ragging on her for being a failed actress." Mac replied, causing laughter between the pair at the thought of this previous discussion.

"So... what changed?" Charlie puzzled.

"Everyone was there, except.. except for her." Mac hypothesised that when you were there, Dennis avoided talking poorly of Dee.

"But why? What does she change?"

Mac shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to D.E.N.N.I.S her."

"Huh. Doesn't really seem like his usual type." Charlie said.

Dennis was definitely not trying to D.E.N.N.I.S you. He made that distinctly clear in his mind. He wasn't following the steps at all, going out of his way to avoid flirtation with you, actually, to avoid raising suspicions. And the final step, 'separate entirely,' was most certainly one he didn’t want to follow. He wanted to spend forever and ever with you. Why? He didn't understand it himself. He was Dennis Reynolds, the Golden God! How come he was acting so pathetic?

You were starting to notice his weird behaviour. You had known Dennis for years. He was never this.. clingy? Not that you minded, really. You had always thought he was attractive, sure - charismatic too - but his general objectification of woman and lack of interest in a stable and long-term relationship certainly deterred you. Still, though, you couldn't help but feel your heart shatter every time he would talk about the girl he was planning to go out with next. You had grown tougher over the years of knowing him, accepting that he would never change, and he would never see you like that. This new attention from his was definitely appreciated, but strange.

This all came to head a couple of weeks into this behaviour. You and Dennis sat in the bar together on a slow Tuesday. You had been testing him slightly. You were saying things to provoke him - small things. Things that would usually lead to a disagreement or argument or him going on a long Dennis rant. But he didn't budge. He didn’t roar obscenities or call you an idiot or react negatively at all. He would just nod and smile. And then he would agree. You couldn't take it. Was it some cruel joke? To get your hopes up or make you look stupid? You didn't get the punchline.

"Alright, Dennis, what's with you lately."

Dennis freezes. He feared you had picked up on his feelings towards you. He feared this would be the end of it all, and he had ruined it, and you would leave and he would never see you again.

"What do you mean?" Dennis replied. He was lucky he was such a good liar. He played coy well. But you didn't back down.

"You've been acting weird. You just agree with everything I say, and you're hanging around me a lot and like you keep not making fun of Dee when I'm here. You're always looking at me too. Is it some sort of joke I don't get? Are you making fun of me? That's mean."

Dennis felt emotions, oh god. He located that he felt regret and frustration and guilt and guilt and guilt. 'Mean'. He wasn't trying to be mean. She thought it was some sort of joke, but no. This was how he really felt. He really wanted to spend all his time admiring you, he wanted to agree with you on everything, that's all he could think about for the past month. And for once in his life, Dennis was at sea for words.

"I... I didn't..." Dennis attempted. But he couldn't convey his words in a safe manner. In a manner that meant if you didn't feel the same way it would be okay and you could keep being friends.

"I think I'm in love with you." Dennis sighed.

"It was after that date. With that chick. What was her name? Candy? Karen? Doesn't matter." Dennis rambled. "It was then when I realised I never want to be with anyone else, if not you. I don't think anyone had ever understood me the way you have. And I just spiralled after then? I haven't stopped thinking about you." That would be a creepy comment if it wasn't something you had always wanted to hear from him.

It was your turn to be speechless. Instead of saying anything your eyes scanned his face for any indication of falsehood. Nothing. You saw and expression on Dennis's face that you had never seen before. One that could be equated to not knowing the answer. Clueless. Maybe afraid? You open your mouth to speak again but Dennis cuts you off and speaks first. Like he's trying to drown out a negative response. Like covering your ears to block out the sound of a gunshot; the damage would still be done.

Dennis looked at you, waiting for the gunshot.

"Dennis.. I feel the same way. Of course I do, oh my God." You finally say. Your voice is small and hoarse, like you have never used it before. Quickly, before anyone can say anything else, Dennis envelops you in a kiss. A kiss that isn't filled with lust, something Dennis isn't used to. His lips lean into yours in a desperate attempt to convey his gratefulness and love and devotion to you. You grip at his sides. You understand.

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[thecameronchronicles]

All The Right Curves

TW: Smut. Language. Angst about body image. 

SUMMARY: JJ appreciates your curves. 

WORD COUNT: 2200

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

okaaaaaaaay so i had an idea for JJ but there’s no fucking plot >:(

there is literally no obx related smut where the reader is a little bigger or even just curvy.

I was wondering (since you’re my favorite author) if you could pretty please write smut with JJ and a curvier girl? Like maybe they’re at a party and someone makes fun of her, JJ takes her home and shows her how much he loves her body, like he literally is in love with it. I’m a curvy girl myself and i really struggle with finding guys to even talk to

*I AM ABSOLUTELY HONORED THAT YOU REQUESTED THIS FROM ME. I TRULY HOPE I DO IT JUSTICE FOR YOU! I PROMISE YOU, ONE DAY YOU WILL FIND SOMEONE WHO SEES YOUR BEAUTY!

All The Right Curves

You focused on the remaining contents of your drink as everyone else seemed to focus on her. Sarah Cameron. Kook princess. Every guy’s apparent dream from Figure Eight to The Cut. At least her beauty and charisma had entranced everyone but him. The rebel from the wrong side of the tracks, the future tax cheat; JJ Maybank. His eyes had been fixated on you from the second you crossed over onto the sand of The Boneyard. But for reasons you found the origins of your insecurities. As you attempted to hide yourself within the wrap covering the majority of your physique, his eyes adored you for it. He was desperate for even one second of your exposed physique as he found you beautiful, more so because you were unaware how truly stunning you had been. 

“Whale watch!” Some Kook spoke with the intention of being heard, giving the hot-heated Maybank another reason to hate those with the silver spoons born within their mouths. Not that he needed another reason, but with the tears forming in your eyes, it was enough for him to move to his feet and into your direction. 

“I doubt any of them have their head that far out of their asses to notice anything more than everyone kissing ‘em…” He offered his hand. “Walk with me?” He offered as you were pulling a hand from beneath your nose while sniffling, immediately looking at the usual gaggle of friends in his shadow, as he followed your gaze. 

“Did someone put you up to this?” You questioned, well aware that JJ Maybank held a reputation that rivaled that to what he was offering to you now. 

“Is it so hard to believe I could find you beautiful?” You were taken back by his words. As he had hoped they would leave you fluttering with excitement, they only made you question him further as you were well aware of cruel jokes that had begun like this with you at the crux as the butt of them. Because of this, your eyes narrowed in skepticism, even if your voice remained soft in regards to the crush you’d always had for him. 

“I don’t want anything from you.” He explained, suddenly nervous, as he folded his hands into his pockets as he moved out of view. “But to make you smile-”

“Why?” He clenched his jaw. 

“Because a girl as beautiful as you deserves to-”

“What are you getting out of this?” He was now on his knees, taking a soft touch to your knee as to test what you would allow, sensing your apprehension, before withdrawing. 

“I get to make a pretty girl smile. If you’ll let me?” He asked while offering his hand. Realizing he was doing this from his own fruition, you agreed, keeping your heart guarded, as you followed him along the surf of the beach. 

“Are you kidding?! I LIVED for those things…We all used to do them for hours…although everyone made fun of me because I always came up with the same words…” JJ explained as you bonded over a mutual nostalgia for Mad Libs, a specific brand of soda kept vintage in the offering of its glass bottles, and the favorite time of day having been the final moments of daybreak when nobody’s social status mattered and the beauty was on display by God’s hand. Of course, smaller details such as favorite bands and foods were exchanged, with a healthy difference of opinion, that left you to learn of him as he was allowed the same of you. 

“I have to confess something.” Your heart stopped along with the engine of the car after he’d insisted on taking you home, all while you prepared yourself for the line you’d grown accustomed to the majority of your life. ‘This was a joke’, ‘I only see you as a friend’-something along those lines that you were actually going to silently commend him on for confessing before taking advantage of your feelings towards him. But this was different. From the second he began to speak, it wasn’t to hurt you. And you could read that behind those cool irises focusing away from you, finding you once again as he spoke in truth. 

But as you turned to face him as your eyes were brazen enough to need to know why he remained silent, you were taken aback by the sudden force of his lips pressed to yours. A passionate kiss, one you’d only ever dreamed of was now being directed to you. Gradual in fervor, those soft lips widened your own, a tongue teasing your bottom lip, before he retreated in feeling your hesitance. 

“I told you I didn’t want anything…but truthfully, I want to make you come.” His jaw clenched as you fought to laugh, “I want to make you feel good, I mean…I want to make every painful word they’ve ever said go away when I touch you…I want to make you think of me whenever anybody says anything or looks at you in any way that makes you question yourself-” His hand was suddenly more aggressive in your hair as your eyes fell away in disbelief to the words he spoke to you. 

“I want to make you understand how beautiful you are…So please…please tell me your parents aren’t home so I don’t have to make you be quiet…because I really,” His fingers tightened that much further, “REALLY want to hear you…” You nodded in agreement as he was quick to guide you from the car and into the house, your body used as a means to close the door. 

“Where’s your room?”

“First door on the left-” Before you could offer a full answer, you were pulled to the direction of your room, suddenly insecure of the state in which you’d left it. But as the door came open and you realized only an old sweatshirt remained on the floor and a laptop kept open from a recent college assignment having sense faded the screen to black, you found his eyes only to focus on you. 

“Please let me see you, princess…” He requested, that nickname soft, but his words heavy with lust. You swallowed hard, “I’ve been dying to all night…but not just tonight…the handful of times I’ve seen you at The Boneyard…Please…” He asked, his fingers brushing your hair away from your cheek and behind your ear as you slowly nodded. Offering him this, you slowly set the cover to the floor as his jaw clenched to the sight you were slowly allowing him. 

“Can I?”

“Please…” You spoke, losing your confidence, as his fingers felt like fire in the slight trace made in the assistance he made to make you bare for him. Although he had done so slowly, allowing you the chance to stop him whenever you were revealed more so for him, it seemed swift enough to make your heart race, before you were left in only your lingerie. But as your fingers made their way to cover you, he pulled them back at your sides. 

“So help me sweetheart if you deprive me of how beautiful your curves are, I’ll tie these hands to your fucking headboard and leave them there as we dent your wall together...” He was cautiously aggressive, if such a thing could exist, vulgar but soft in the execution of such a threat. 

“Lay down for me.” He offered, standing between our legs as you breathed heavily beneath him. He cocked his jaw, shaking his head, before gliding a touch to your knees, pulled to his hips, as he removed his shirt for you to view him. 

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…” He saw your eyes cast downward, your own disbelief leading your gaze astray, “And I’m going to prove what you do to me…” He explained, suddenly against your mouth again, leading every single uncertain word he spoke into validation as he lowered those lips to your jaw, down your neck, and beyond your chest, where he lingered for a moment. 

“Goddamn…” He grunted, taking time fondling the clothed breasts, teasing each nipple with a dip of his thumb within each side of the padding, before his lips continued on their path. 

“I don’t want to hurt you…” You explained as his eyes narrowed. 

“I don’t need your permission, sweetheart…And for that, I’m not going to take my time. You need to come quick so you understand what you do to me…and that I’m losing my patience-” You were pulled closer to him at the edge of the bed, an effortless glide made possible by the assistance of the sheets, as he pulled your panties to the side before leading a devoted tongue to your sex. 

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking sweet…UGH!” He growled before returning to your dripping lower lips. Your eyes rolled closed, screwing closed as one finger and then two made their way into a bend at your opening, beginning slowly and increasing in speed as he had you on the crest of pleasure before withdrawing his tongue from your clit. 

“I swear to God, making you moan could make me come…” He licked his lips, rising from your trembling thighs. 

“But the first time I make you will be on me, sweetheart…” He began to unbuckle his shorts, aligning himself towards you as you quickly sat up on your elbows. 

“You don’t want me to-”

“This is about you, baby…YOU feeling good…YOU feeling ME.” He was swift to fill you with his cock, making you wince to his width, being made aware of why he held such an ego. 

“Jesus!” He growled, fingers fisting into the sheets beneath you. 

“I want you from every angle. Every fucking one…but I want to be abel to hold you closer…” He explained, one hand eating into your hip as the other would be led to the bed beside your head for stability. It would only remain here for a minute, however, before he supplied the entirety of his own weight onto you, hiking up his knee to cause your own higher for a deeper penetration, and relying on you for that close proximity. 

“Don’t hold back, princess…I want to hear everything…I already feel it…” You moaned for him as he nodded into you, kissing your neck and fondling your breasts in approval. 

“JJ!”

“I know baby…I can feel you clenching me…I am going to make it last, though…” He slowed his paces, doing so in repetition until you were breathlessly pleading for him. Sweat and pleas existing in sporadic alteration as the moonlight came through as a means of luminescence to find his face contorting in pleasure as you struggled to simply breathe beneath him. 

“Before you come…you’re going to know what you do to me.” He led you to look at the pistoning of his cock moving in and out of you, “I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life…and it’s all for you baby…Because you’re beautiful…smart…funny…Fuck-I’m in love with your body…” He groaned, slowing his movements but somehow moving even deeper. 

“But I can’t take it anymore…so tell me you understand so I can make you come for me…Tell me you’re beautiful.”

“JJ-”

“Tell me or you can’t come, baby…Tell me, I know you’re close…”

“So close!” You explained as he nodded. “I’m-”

“You’re beautiful, baby. Just one time…say it for me, princess…please…”

“I’m beautiful-” You confessed. 

“One more-”

“I’m beautiful!”

“You know what else you are?” He asked, wincing between thrusts increasing in speed. “Mine. All fucking mine. Every beautiful curve. Every FUCKING INCH!” He grunted, pistoning behind every word, before he pulled you to that final edge. The rush of pleasure and ecstasy just beyond reach as he accelerated this by the presence of his thumb running circles over your clit. 

“FUCK!” He belted in finality, your breathless gasp speaking his name before you were made silent. But the second you were allowed the descent from that high, his lips were on you again. 

“That was one, baby.”

“One?” You questioned in winded uncertainty. 

“I’m greedy…And I said I wanted you in every position. Let me so how many I can get you in before you can’t take it anymore…” He brought you onto your stomach, kissing the back of your neck and onto its curve. 

“And then, there’s always tomorrow…”

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[jackmercerenthuiast]

☆Number - Jack Mercer x Reader

☆ idc Jack Mercer doesn’t have enough fanfics so I’m here to serve justice.

☆Would recommend listening to ‘You Can Be The Boss’ by Lana Del Rey

Content: Mentions of drugs alcohol, suggestive language, mentions of gang violence

~و✧…彡☆ - btw pretend Jack survived x

彡☆ 2005          19:36PM

‘This job is honestly ass’  I said to my most common customer, and closest friend, Sofi. It was true, I hated my job, it was a fucking shithole, I mean it was a dingy bar in the rough parts of Detroit, a little girl’s dream clearly.

‘Aye (name) don’t be so silly, it pays the bills, and plus, you get a lot of guys working here.’ She wasn’t wrong, I mean it did pay the bills after all but the amount of guys that I didn’t want? Uncountable.

‘I know Sof’, but they’re all ugly most of the time, plus, when they’re that pissed out of their minds, ‘no’ doesn’t compute easy, they got determination I’ll say that. Gets me a few tips I suppose.’ I laughed, cleaning the nearby table where Sofi sat. ‘Speaking of guys, can’t believe you’re seeing that Angel Mercer again!’ I asked, sitting next to her and nudging her shoulder.

‘I don’t like the way you said ‘Again’ but at least I have a man. Though, how old are you now?’ She asked, smiling at the ground when she answered about Angel, absolutely smitten, is the only words I could describe her.

‘Twentyyy... one?’ I questioned myself as I pulled out my ID, just double checking I was actually 21. 

‘You really think that checking your ID is going to help? How many fake IDs did you have when you were 17 to get cigarettes?’ Me and Sofi go back to when I was 17 and freshly moved to America, she lived in the apartment next to me and we’d been best friends since she welcomed me into the new apartment.

‘Shut up girl, this is a real one, and I am right I’m 21.’ I laughed, smacking my ID on the table.

‘Okay okay, anywho, Angel has a brother, Jack who’s the same age as you, and he got shot recently, he’s getting out of hospital today and a little birdie told me him and his brothers are coming here in an hour or so to celebrate.’ She suggested, walking over to the bar.

‘Oh yeah? Well from what you’ve told me the birdie is actually quite big.’ I smirk as I pour myself a pint from the tap, Sofi hit me on my arm, telling me to shut up in Spanish. I love Sofi but she loves to overshare about her sex life, but it’s fun to mess with her about it. 

…彡☆      19:54PM

A few moments passed, as me and Sofi just talked about random things, about how crazy it was that Victor Sweet had finally been killed, what Sofi wanted to do career wise etc. When all of a sudden, a bunch of loud men burst through the door, as I recognise a very familiar face.

‘Jerry!’

‘(Name)! What’s goin’ on baby?’ He said as he approached the bar, politely shaking my hand, Jerry was like a big brother to me, always nice and fair.

‘Nothin’ much, your wife know you here? I can call her right now if she don’t.’

‘Nah she knows, I’m truthful to my lady, and seeing as I’m so truthful, can we get a few rounds free?’

I laughed and nodded saying as long as I got tipped I’d give them whatever.

‘Bullshit Jerry, we all keep secrets here.’ A bloke in leather, with a goatee sort of thing going on says, laughing and hitting his back.

‘Man shut the fuck up before I woop yo’ white ass. (Name), these are my brothers Bobby, Jack and Angel, I guess you’re already acquainted with Angel here.’

‘Yeah man, it’s hard not to know who Angel is when all I hear in my apartment is those two getting it on.’ I say, lighting a cigarette whilst directioning my hand to Sofi and Angel.

Then I looked at Jack, and all I thought was ‘Damn he’s fine’.

‘So you lovely ladies want tables or are you gonna keep me company and sit at the bar?’

‘I think the guys are alright with sitting at the bar, right guys?’ Jerry said, asking his brothers, they all nodded and agreed as they took seats at the bar.

‘Can I get a beer?’ The one who I assumed was Bobby, asked.

‘Can you be specific, Guiness? Heineken? A pint? Half-pint? And I don’t know maybe a please?’ I chuckled, directioning to the amount of beers there were to choose from

‘She had you on that one Bobby, she’s very passionate about her alcohol.’ Angel said. 

‘And why’s that, you an alcoholic or somethin?’

‘No, I don’t know if you can tell from the accent but it’s just from being English really.’ I could see Jack’s eyebrows raise slightly, he was really cute.

‘Ah, I don’t know man just give me a bottle of Guiness.’

‘Please?’

‘Please.’

…彡☆           20:20PM

About half an hour passed before I finally talked to Jack, I slid down the bar, making my way to where he sat, leaving the rest of the brothers and Sofi to do whatever.

‘You’re Jack I take it?’

‘Yeah and you’re.. (name)?’

‘Indeed it is, what drink you want Jackie?’

‘I don’t mind really, can I get a cigarette? The hospital wouldn’t let me bring ‘em in.’ He laughed, god damn his laugh. I’ve known this boy for 45 minutes and I’m whipped

‘Yeah sure and I’m sorry to hear that you got shot by the way, you ‘re lucky you survived love.’ I could see him the try to hide the fact me calling him love got a reaction out of him, it’s not particularly uncommon for me to call customers love, but it’s usually older customers, just out of respect, though for him? I just said it to get a reaction.

‘Thanks, how long you been working at the bar?’

‘Not long really, few months? I’ve only been in America for a couple of years, I think four years.’ Passing him a cigarette and a lighter whilst taking a puff of my own.

‘Ah cool, how come you moved?’

‘I don’t know really, I suppose to just be with my mum, seeing as she wanted to just get away.’

‘Your parents split?’

‘Yeah but it was probably the best choice they collectively made.’ I laughed, pouring him a drink.

‘Fair enough, you do anything else other than be the only good-looking bar tender in Detroit?’ Um sir? 

‘Don’t flatter me Jackie, but yeah actually, I play the bass here and there.’

…彡☆ Jack POV  …彡☆

‘Don’t flatter me Jackie...’ Man, I haven’t even known her that long and I can’t help but want to take her out. 

‘Ah bass? That’s cool man, I play the guitar, before I moved back to Detroit I was actually in a band, believe it or not.’ Flicking my cigarette ash in the nearby ashtray, when I had an idea. I asked her for a pen and she handed me the one in her shirt pocket.

‘I certainly believe it, but anywho I can’t concentrate on your pretty face all night, I’ll serve some other customers and I’ll be back soon.’ She said winking at me, I felt my face go so warm, Sofi definitely knew I was going red, and to my misfortune, so did Bobby.

‘Woah Jackie, did the bullet knock the fairy out of you or what?!’

‘Shut up man, you probably haven’t been flirted with in the last 10 years.’

‘Sure fairy whatever you say.’

…彡☆    22:17PM     your pov

‘Okay boys we’re gonna leave now, because for some reason I got designated driver duty so come on! You too Sofi vámanos!’ Jerry yelled, dragging Sofi and Angel by the collars of their shirts, I laughed to myself as all of the brothers continued to leave in a drunken mess, the night was full of brotherly love, teasing and intense flirting between me and Jack, as he had more drinks he got more bold with how he spoke.

I was absolutely whipped, and as Jack left, he gave me a cigarette and said, 

‘Don’t light it right away.’ with a drunken but genuine smile, I responded, ‘Don’t worry Jackie I won’t, see you soon.’ and I pecked him on the cheek as I left for the room where I kept my coat to close up my shift, taking the cigarette with me.

Later in the night I was certain there was something I had forgotten to do, and then it hit me, I probably was meant to look at the cigarette or something, and then I thought, ‘Where’s the cigarette?’, and I trudged to my sofa and grabbed my coat, luckily the cig was still in my pocket.

I twizzled it in my fingers, when I saw numbers written on one side, and a note saying, ‘Call me - Jackie’ with a heart next to it on the other, that smooth motherfucker. I unravelled the cigarette, putting the nicotine in a spare pouch and attached the note to my fridge with a magnet with the intentions to call him in the morning.

…彡☆     The End!

Please let me know if you liked this, if so I might write a part 2 to it or just continue to write Jack mercer fics seeing as there just aren’t enough! Love ya x

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