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polakina · 2 months

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when you wear their clothes

call of duty headcanons #9

hc masterlist // masterlist

so writing a book is harder than i thought...like a full fucking novel. how do people do this?

rating: explicit

loves it

loves it every. fucking. time.

usually finds you in his shirt when he gets home from a long few weeks at work away from you

its always his favourite shirt

an old rock band tee he used to wear when he was younger and could never bring himself to get rid of

it hugged your thighs and rested just above your knees

he adored the fact that you wore his clothes

he adored it even more when he pulled it out of the wardrobe and it smelled of you

often times he couldn't help himself around you when you wore that shirt

loved to fuck you in that shirt

bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the fabric that smelled only of your perfume when he thrusted into you

lost all sense of subtlety when he noticed you didn't wear anything underneath it

oh how he knew you loved to tease him

bending over to collect the laundry off the floor, teasing him as he caught a glimpse of what was shielded between your legs

you often found yourself bent over the closest surface whenever you did that, his hands roaming over your ass, pushing the long fabric up your body, the tee bunching against the center of your spine

"wearing my clothes around the house, hmm love? god i fucking love it when you do that"

"god you look so fucking good in my shirts"

looks forward to coming home and seeing you in his clothes

its what makes him drive just that tiny bit faster to reach the driveway

forgot how to breathe the first time you wore his hoodie around the house

you were absentmindedly humming to yourself, watering the various plants and tidying the bookshelves

he always found it cute how you had to push the sleeves up your arms because they were too long

loved pulling the hood over your head and chuckling when the edge of the hood reached your nose

sometimes, when putting laundry away in the set of drawers, he'd pull that hoodie out and press his nose against the fabric, inhaling deeply to fill his nose when your scent

he found himself so aroused, so turned on when you wore his clothes

he couldn't understand why

but just as quick as he'd seen those clothes on you, they were on the floor even faster

"you should wear my clothes more often, darling"

"you've got no fucking idea how much it turns me on seeing you dressed like that"

he'd fuck you until he ran out of breath, until sweat dripped down his brows

after that one time, you always found that hoodie in your drawer instead of his, always freshly washed and folded along with your clothes

had always dreamed of this moment

he'd recently bought a new denim jacket with a fur lining for the colder months

you both liked going for walks into the nearby town during autumn and winter, to get coffee in your joint favourite cafe and catch up

but when he couldn't find his jacket , he turned to you, his heart jumping when he saw it covering your body

smiles softly every time you say "i'll just get my jacket" and walk out in that denim jacket of his

the very definition of 'what's mine is yours' and loves it

leaves it out for you by the front door on purpose so you'll grab it on the way out of the house

you like to wear it when you go out to drink because it keeps you warm when you go out for a smoke

once he's got a few drinks in him, anything's on the table

and you know it

which is exactly why you do it

being in a public setting makes him just that much bolder

his hands find his way under that jacket, pushing your dress up over your ass, the tail of the jacket just covering what could be a very explicit scene for some passersby

"fuck, lass, the things you do to me. bet you can feel it, yeah?"

"aw baby, you're cold? don't worry, i'll warm you right up. you just keep my jacket on and you'll be fine, sweetheart"

you guys are a similar size in clothes, which he secretly loves but also hates

one time you saw him wearing your hoodie and couldn't stop laughing about it for hours because he didn't even realise

was very careful picking out his clothes after that

but if you wear his? god, he doesn't know how to act. or what to say

it started out with small things

the occasional shirt, the odd jumper

but when you came downstairs one night wearing his pajamas, he couldn't stop smiling

"what you doing there, babe? is that why it took you so long upstairs? finding my clothes, huh?"

plaid, red and black pajama pants with a matching sleep shirt

he loved that look on you. a little baggy but a perfect fit

made for you

"come here, babe" he'd coax you over

he loved feeling his clothes on your skin, seeing the swell of your breasts between the collar of the shirt

"babe, you look so damn good right now"

he'd make you ride him while you wore his clothes, just pulling the pants down enough to slide his cock into you with ease

you found a lot more of his clothes lying around for convenience rather than your own, which you could never seem to locate

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delta-pavonis · 8 months

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Ficlet: O that I were a glove upon that hand

Dreamling || Human AU || Rated E || ~1100 words

(Because Tom doing Romeo at VogueWorld 2023 gave me some feelings and Ferdie is often in his Venice Preserv'd look in my head... although with longer hair.)

This has, perhaps, gone too far.

Let's back up.

Everyone in the department, most people on campus, and – because of a viral video of him going off at the director during a dress rehearsal of a Shakespeare in the Park performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream – a damned large swath of London all know of Dr. Robert Gadling's particular and peculiar hate of the Bard. It is what makes this whole thing incredibly frustrating.

Gifts. Hob has been getting gifts. Left for him in conspicuous places, each more finely crafted and expensive than the last. And each with a goddamned Shakespearean love sonnet on it.

If it wasn't for the nature of the gifts themselves Hob would be absolutely certain someone was taking the piss. (Jo, that would probably be Jo.)

But each gift is so bloody thoughtful; carefully chosen with an uncannily tuned awareness to Hob’s personal needs and tastes. This person either really cares for him or… well, he would think the person a possible stalker except that everything they have done relates to something that has happened in public, with full easy access for many people to make a judgment that Hob likes or needs something.

There have been six of them now. And aside from the fact that Hob’s living room wall now looks like all those movies where the authorities are frantically tracking a serial killer, complete with a map of London and lots of red sharpie, he is rather… flattered?

It has been a long time since… well. The anniversary of Eleanor's death will be rounding on eight years this winter.

Hob thinks he has worked out a pattern to when he gets the gifts, is like 80% confident he can guess when they have gotten placed in each location, from his university office, to the men’s dressing room at the White Horse Community Theater, to his usual table at the New Inn. Add to that his approximately 60% confidence in the reasoning behind the temporal spacing of the gifts, and he is ready to roll the dice.

He locks up his office a tick early, as usual on Thursdays, and makes all appearances to head home before going to that evening’s rehearsal. But as soon as he gets home he is donning a new hoodie no one has seen him wear before, slinking back out the garden door, over the hedge, and jogging to the theater. Hob closes himself into the darkness of the men’s dressing room a solid two hours before anyone is scheduled to be anywhere near the place.

And he waits.

Hob is good at waiting.

He is crouched where he will be behind the door when it opens, but this puts him immediately next to some of the accessories storage for costuming for this show. And oh, they have gotten in a new pair of leather gloves for him.

Just because he is good at waiting doesn’t mean that he never gets bored.

Hob slips on the new gloves and works his hands in them. These will be perfect to swordfight in, fantastic.

And then the door creaks open.

He freezes and watches, only the sliver of light coming from the hallway to help him. A masculine figure, slim, in a peacoat, walks silent as a hunting cat to the second chair from the far wall, just where Hob usually gets ready.

A hand runs softly across the back of the chair once before a small box is left on the tabletop. Then as quietly as they came in, the person turns to leave.

Just before they get to the open door Hob pounces.

There is a shout and a scuffle, the two men – for it is another man, of that Hob has no doubt – grappling as one tries to escape and the other hold on.

Which is how Hob ends up with his black leather-gloved hands wrapped around the pale swan neck of his longest friend.

They haven’t seen each other in… fuck, it feels like more than a hundred years. And they had not parted on good terms.

“Christ, Dream?” Hob pants out the nickname but does not let go.

Diamond-sharp blue eyes that could belong only to one person stare at him from beneath heavy lids. He parts his lips to speak, but at the same time Hob shifts the grip of his hands and any words Dream was going to say get lost in a breathtakingly thready moan.

Barely a heartbeat later they meet in the middle, Hob’s hands going to the back of Dream’s head and Dream’s arms going around his shoulders and their mouths fit together like goddamned puzzle pieces and Hob knew, he fucking knew, it would be like this.

They knock over no less than two chairs, collapse against a wall for a minute, then one of them pushes off and they are almost going ass over tea kettle onto the couch. A bit of quick footwork on Hob’s part and they are on the opposite side of the room.

By the time Hob has Dream sitting on the vanity they have gotten their shirts off and his bare back slams into the mirror’s surface, sliding and squeaking with the thin sheen of sweat. He gets his hands under Dream’s thighs, hikes him up to grind their clothed erections together, and once Dream has his legs wrapped around Hob’s hips he brings one hand to his mouth to pull off the gloves.

An unsteady hand grabs his wrist. “Leave them on.” Dream’s voice is even lower than Hob remembers it.

There is fumbling to get flies open and then Hob has his hand wrapped around both their cocks and is pumping. Dream’s fingers are now tugging on Hob’s hair, his body arching prettily as Hob gets his lips and tongue onto that beautiful neck.

Hob is about to be embarrassed by how quickly he is nearing completion when Dream pulls him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he shudders through his orgasm.

“Come with me, Hob,” is whispered against his lips and Hob is absolutely lost to it, shouting into Dream’s collarbone.

They are still panting, large heaving breaths, when Dream tugs Hob’s hand up from where it is wrapped around their spent pricks so that he can lick the leather clean. Hob watches that pink tongue dance between his fingers and his cock almost twitches in interest. He huffs a laugh and takes Dream’s chin in his grip, pulls their mouths back together so that he can speak against them.

“Hello, Stranger.”

#Dreamling #Pavonis writes

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wol-fica · 1 year

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-ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝-

parings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - after a long day of hard work, you remind jenna of who she belongs to (r being extra simpish of j)

warnings - strap-on sex, oral, gagging, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, p in v, anal

an - greek, i love you so. Enjoy this masterpiece of a request

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Jenna was beautiful, a work of art really.

Whatever higher power that created her, you need to meet and thank them with the upmost respect; you owed them.

She was sculpted to perfection, like a Michelangelo composition that has only been unraveled by you. Her skin was gorgeous, a blank, tanned canvas waiting to be bitten and kissed upon by your lips, and only your lips.

Jenna was yours, your private display of modern art, like a lost Leonardo da Vinci portrait that is stowed away from the public eye. She was all for you; to love, to care for, to enjoy.

She was so easy to ogle at, to drool over. Her complexity was so alluring that you didn’t even care that the paparazzi and her fans have a frenzy over her every waking day; it didn’t matter when you got to witness every inch of her.

Jenna was currently at the Golden Globes, dressed in a nude, Gucci wrap-dress that showed off her defined abs and eye-catching curves. She looked divine, a wonderful Picasso painting that just screamed to be idolized and looked at; she was beautiful, she was yours.

You had stayed home, per her request to keep you out of the camera’s flashes and your anxiety within large crowds; it was better that way. You preferred to watch her on TV, it was a more private way to essentially ‘simp’ over your elusive girlfriend.

You have been dating Jenna for awhile now, almost two and a half years to be exact. The time spent with her was glorious for you, she was the light in your darkness, the smile that made you feel all giddy inside; she was perfect.

“She looks absolutely gorgeous, don’t you think?” The Golden Globes interviewer quipped as the cameras focused on Jenna’s entrance, “I don’t know how she always looks so amazing!”

“Because she is from another world” you would always say. In your mind, she was: she was most likely a fallen angel from heaven, though sometimes her attitude could be picked out of the depths of hell. Either way, she was incredible, and so so divine.

“Her work on Wednesday was wonderful!”

“She really went all out with that dance.”

“Jenna Ortega rose to popularity so quickly, how did she do it?!”

You wanted to yell, to scream at the top of your lungs from your apartment balcony that she was just so damn ethereal and flawless, but that would would wake your grumpy neighbor from two doors over and you do not want to get into an argument with him again.

You checked your watch, squinting to see that the time was 7:30 PM; Jenna would be home very soon, just in time for your surprise.

See, as much as you loved to innocently admire her, you also loved to do it sexually. One of the many few perks of dating her, is that only you get to enact those intimate moments that people only get to dream of doing with her. You had been gazing and getting silently turned on from seeing her on the carpet, her aura always does things to you.

Hence why you had gone out of your way to get the strap-on, wear it, and wait for her to return home so you could relax her in the best possible way; fucking all the stress out of her.

The lock on the front door clicked, causing your head to turn to your open bedroom entrance to wait and see if she would walk in. Jenna’s heels clicked on the hardwood, slowly getting louder as she approached your shared bedroom.

Soon she walked in view, finding your eyes in a few seconds and a small smile making its way onto her face in that time. She came forward, walking around to your side of the bed and greeting you with a gentle hug.

“Hello, my love.” You murmured, pulling back to give her a sweet kiss.

She had changed out of her Globes dress, now wearing an adidas hoodie and sweats set, yet she still looked flawless. One of the greatest things you enjoyed about Jenna, is that she looked beautiful in literally anything; from wearing a mouthwatering dress, to being in lounge clothes, she was gorgeous.

“Hi.” She said, a noticeable etch of tension in her voice.

“You okay?” You asked, already knowing she was going to talk about how tired and overworked she felt.

“I’m feeling a bit insipid, but other than that i’m great.” She stated, stepping in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, “How’re you doing?”

“I’m alright; you looked lovely in that dress.”

Jenna giggled, music to the soul, and her eyes closed as her lips upturned into a smile. A faint blush coated her cheeks at your words, and she leaned in closer to you, resting her head below your chin.

“Thank you, i’m glad you liked it.”

“I was still a tad jealous other people got to see you in it, but woe is me.”

“Oh stop it!” Jenna scolded, pulling back to playfully glare at you, “You know I would never do anything to provoke your insecurities.”

You smirked, standing up and backing her into one of the large windows that decked out in your bedroom. Usually the blinds would be closed, but you wanted the moonlight to shine into your sleeping space and create a wonderful glowing look on your bed, hence why they were open.

“I’m not insecure.” You mumbled, your face pressing into Jenna’s neck as you left little kisses on her skin, “I know who I belong to.”

Jenna hummed, shivering under your touch as your hand slipped under her shirt and traveled up her stomach to feel her ribs. Her skin was soft and warm, buzzing under your fingertips as she got all hot and bothered.

Her hand trailed down, feeling the large strap under your pants. A small smirk came onto her face as she slowly fell to her knees, her hands going to untie your sweats.

“Who do I belong to? Can you tell me?” You asked softly, watching her pull the strap out.

“Me, you’re mine and that is that.” She responded quickly before opening her mouth and taking the toy in. Immediately she began to deep throat the strap, a noticeable bulge appearing in her throat.

You sighed, watching her work for a moment before grabbing the back of her head and thrusting the fake cock deeply into her throat. She gagged, tears appearing as you restricted her airflow.

“I belong to you, I know that.”

You took her by her hair and pulled her off, kissing her forehead as you helped her stand back up.

“Mine.” She murmured, kissing your lips with a passionate force.

“Is that so?”

Suddenly, you gripped her by the hips and turned her around, pressing her against the glass so she couldn’t move. Your hand ran over her clothed bottom, watching as her hot breath spanned out over the cold window.

“Jenna, I think I need to show you, who you below to.” You said, pulling at the hem of her shirt and slowly sliding it up her body.

“W-why’s that?” She questioned, her back arching slightly as you tossed her shirt aside.

“Well after seeing you prance around in that dress, I feel like you just need a little reminder.”

Your thumb slipped into her pants, pulling the sweats down as she lifted her legs to help you get them off of her. She had forgone undergarments and was now completely naked, awaiting your needed touch.

“Wait Y/N.” The small panic in her voice made you pause your own undressing, looking up to see her staring down to the street below, “Babe, what if people see us.”

You chuckled, returning to discard your pants and shirt while adjusting the strap around your waist. Once satisfied, you gripped Jenna by her hips and leaned over her, your mouth by her ear.

“Then they get a lovely show.” You whispered before pushing a few inches inside of her.

A guttural moan escaped from her throat, her head falling forward to rest against the cool surface of the window. Carefully, you worked yourself into her, eliciting small huffs and whines from the both of you. She was tight, very very tight, and the tension in her body was not making it easy for you.

“Oh, you are so stressed baby..” You cooed, pressing your lips to her exposed shoulder, “I’ll fuck all of that tension away.”

She nodded rapidly, sighing in satisfaction when you began to slowly pump into her. It would take a lot of effort for you to get all of the days workload out of her, but you had enough energy and Jenna was tough, you both could do it.

Your hips met hers at a moderate pace, thrusting back and forth as you gently stretched her out enough for her to actually be ready to be fucked properly. Her plush walls gave in, the muscles relaxing and complying with you as she finally was prepared.

“Such a pretty girl.” You hummed before speeding up your pace.

Jenna moaned, a proper sound that was meant to come from her vocal cords. Her body pressed back into yours, her hands pushing her chest back from the glass. You didn’t like that, and gently took her by the back of her neck and guided her to her previous position.

“Stay, I want people to see how well you get fucked.” You stated before continuing your assault on her pussy.

Your hips went forward and back, repeating the motion over and over again while your hand worked on her clit. You pressed and kneaded, attacking the bundle of nerves while Jenna moaned out your name; music to your ears. She was tightening now, her velvety cavern squeezing the strap as she neared her first orgasm of the night.

“Y/N!” She moaned out, her hands clenching as she came hard onto the toy.

You smiled, gently pumping in and out as she relaxed and calmed down. Your hand slid up to her hair, pulling it slightly as you filled her up again.

“You did so good, my love.” You said to her, your hips slowly speeding up again, “Let’s see how long you can last tonight.”

Jenna whimpered, tears coating her eyes as overstimulation washed over her. Her brain was betraying her; she wanted you out but at the same time, she wanted you farther in, deeper inside of her. Coherent thoughts were not proceeding correctly, all she knew is that you were fucking her good.

Her back arched as you pulled on her hair, creating a better angle for you to plunge deeper into her. The strap was a custom order that you and her designed, its length almost 9 inches and its girth relatively big. There were fake veins and bumps on it that made it the perfect toy for you both to enjoy, no matter who was wearing it.

“Honey..” You called out, pressing down harshly on the bulge in her stomach, which elicited a cry from her, “Can I do something special for you?”

She nodded, her head drooping and weak from all the pleasure you were giving her. Your hand left her hand and slid back down to her waist, cupping one of her cheeks. Your thumb slipped in between both, pulling one aside to reveal her tight hole.

You had both done anal all but twice, and both were very odd experiences. The first time was planned, she had suggested it when you two wanted to expand out of your vanilla phase. It was enjoyable, both for her and for you as she had insisted on taking turns of who would be wearing the strap that night.

The second time was on accident, a very funny experience. It was dark, and you two were attempting to get a quick fuck in your closet before your guests arrived for dinner. Jenna was squirming and impatient, which caused her to literally ‘miss’ and instead shove the strap into your ass. Don’t mistake her though, she went along with it almost immediately.

“Relax for me, daring.” You mumbled, pressing your thumb against her hole and pushing it inside.

She groaned, naturally pushing back against you as a known reflex. Her hips rocked left and right, slowly taking your digit inside of her. That’s how you taught her to do it, slow and steady was the safest and easiest option.

“Cum for me Jenna, I know you want to.” You said to her as she clenched down, her juices coating the strap at your request.

“Fuck…” She mumbled, her breathing heavy and hot, “That was-.”

Her sentence was cut off by the strap slowly pushing inside of her, not giving her a second to compose herself. Her hole was being stretched and opened for you to abuse and plow into, and the way her body seemed to reactively let you in told you that it was time to get rid of some of that unwanted stress.

“C’mere love.” You called to her, pulling her backwards with you until you were both sat on the edge of the bed.

The strap was now buried inside of her, hitting all the desired places. She was breathing in a familiar pace to calm herself, letting her body slowly relax into you. Your hands went around to her front, one going down to slip your fingers between her folds and the other reaching up to squeeze one of her nipples.

“Ride me Jenna, you know what to do.”

Carefully, her hips began to rock back and forth, creating a simple rhythm that she followed to please herself. On her forward rocks, you pushed your fingers deeper inside of her until they were knuckle deep, feeling her soft walls encapsulate them.

“Ohh god!” Jenna moaned loudly, now bouncing on your strap as a means to chase her third high.

“Damn you are so irresistible.” You murmured into her neck, now kneading her whole breast with your hand, “I love having you like this.”

She whined, clenching on your fingers as she rode her desires through. Your hips were now gently thrusting up into her, helping her feel more impaled on the fake phallus. Her voice cried out your name, her third orgasm hitting her hard as she squirted on your fingers.

“Atta girl.” You praised, kissing her sweaty shoulder while removing your fingers and popping them into your mouth, “You taste good.”

Jenna laughed weakly, twitching on top of you as a reminder to eventually remove yourself from her. You kissed her skin again before carefully standing up with her and slowly pulling out of her, mumbling praises as she whined in discomfort.

“You good?” You asked softly as she leaned her back against you, her legs shaky.

“Yeah, I’m great.” She replied, turning her head back and up so she could receive a kiss.

You hummed against her lips, a small smile on both of your faces while you held each other. You pulled back for a moment, gazing down at her face in wonder.

“I love you, Jenna Ortega.”

She snorted, rolling her eyes before kissing you again softly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Hob is a fanfic writer, and Dream is a fanart artist. They get paired together in a fandom Big Bang (I haven't a clue as to what fandom), which leads to them eventually meeting in person.

I tend to think of Hob and Dream being genderfluid and wearing fabulous clothes when they meet... and fabulous underthings.

Aakajajajah since we recently had the centennial husbands big bang, this feels very appropriate! (Reminder to check out all the wonderful art and fics is you haven't already done so!)

I'm tempted to say that Dream and Hob would both be in the Good Omens fandom. I think ineffable husbands would definitely appeal to both of them, and it's rather funny to imagine Neil's characters reading about... Neil's characters. Anyway, they're paired up for a bang and find out that they live in the same city (London) - not only that, they're in the same borough. It seems only logical to meet up at a local park - there's a nice pub nearby, and it's a public area with plenty of people around. Dream can hear his sister's voice saying "don't meet up with a random Internet weirdo!" in his head, but he goes along anyway.

Hob is dress in a long brown skirt with pleats and ruffles, a burgundy knitted jumper, and big sturdy walking boots. He's also covered in gold jewelry, and has several piercings (maybe more, under the clothes...). Dream is immediately in love. He's wearing his own cute ensemble of fishnets, tiny denim shorts, a huge oversized black hoodie, and so much eyeliner. The vibes between them are immaculate.

Later in the pub's bathroom, Hob hitches up his skirt and lets Dream touch the garter strapped around his thigh. If he's very good, he'll get to touch much more when they get home. They've got a big bang to work on, and Hob wants to gather as much real world experience with Dream as he can before he writes the smut scene...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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matthewloverr · 2 months

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The Book P2

part one | part two

matt x maysen drew (femreader)

summary: when watching the people you love destroy themselves and choose money and fame over you, you found someone else to love.

warnings: swearing, smoking (weed, cigarettes) angst, mention of substance abuse/ addiction, mentions of abuse

a/n: this chapter is a bit heavy so please read at your own risk and please take care of yourself i love you okay enjoy !

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Matt’s pov

i fell in love with maysen the first time i ever laid my eyes on her, i had felt love before, with my parents, my brothers, my friends and i had a whole fan base that loved me. not once did it ever feel like this.

everyone views her as snobby, rude, spoiled but that’s just because she doesn’t show her face to the public that much plus her parents. i wanted to expose her parents so many times but I knew it would destroy her.

i want nothing more than for her to be okay, i dream about me and her living a life where she feels completely free, like she doesn’t have to hide the amazing girl she is.

“yo, do you wanna go for a drive and smoke?”

i stare at the message twiddling my thumbs, we’ve been friends for so long you’d think i would stop being a nervous little boy.

“yeah sure just let me ask mom”

“😹😹 funny joke”

“lol see you in 10”

a small smirk appears across my face, she’s gotten so comfortable and improved so much since that night I met her, she used to shut down the topic of her parents but now she makes jokes.

i run down my stairs with that same smirk on my face and swipe the car keys off my counter, i turn on my heels to see chris sitting in the couch behind me with a knowing look on his face.

“going to stalk your girlfriend?”

“what no, we’re going for a drive”

“ok kid” he lets out a soft chuckle and lifts himself off the couch, he walks over to me.

“tell her I said hi” with that he slips a pre-rolled joint into my hoodie pocket and turns to walk up the stairs.

i check myself out in the mirror as I slip my shoes on and out i go.

i pull up to the gates in front of her parents massive mansion and text her I’m outside the gate, she reads it immediately and the gate slowly opens.

Masyn’s pov

i slipped my pack of cigarettes into my pocket before I ran down my stairs.

i wore a black baby tee with some grey sweats and just left my hair how it was knowing matt would still compliment it.

i was slightly running just so excited to see my best friend, before i turned my head to say bye to my mom before i stopped in my tracks. there stood my mother and my father next to her, she looked so sad and disappointed meanwhile my father had a fake ass smile on his face like he was happy to see me?

i looked at my mom with shock and anger and she just stared at the ground clearly nervous for me to see him.

“my little girl masyn, how have you been”

his voice sent shivers down my spine. i quickly mumbled a “no” and immediately ran out the door, no one tried to stop me

i ran to matt’s car with tears brimming my eyes, i felt bad for leaving my mom but she was no better than him but atleast she stuck around.

i swung that passenger door open with my head low and my hands slightly shaking

“drive” i said with my hands over my face and my head low.

“hey, are you okay-“

“matt please” i cut him off, my voice cracking as i did so i could feel the tears streaming down my face.

he quickly put the car in drive and drove off and down the road.

the drive was quiet but i already knew where we were driving since we went to the same spot every time, and there was only one thought in my head as he pulled into the random parking lot that always seemed to be empty.

“i sure as shit hope you brought a joint” i said staring out my window as he reversed parked into the corner of the parking lot.

“yeah chris gave me one” he said throwing the car in park before unbuckling his seat belt, he turned to look at me but i kept my hands in my lap and my head low refusing to look up because I knew I would cry.

“mays, cmon” he said his face full of worry and confusion.

i looked up at him taking a deep breath through my nose.

“my dad was in my living room when i left” I said my voice cracked, staring him in the eyes.

his eyes softened as he looked down trying to process what i had said.

“yeah” I said exhaling

he looked back up at me with worry? it almost looked like he had a question to ask me.

“what really happened with your dad masyn” he quickly said like he had been holding it back for a while now.

“i told you everything? he basically drained me and my mom of our money for gambling and left us next to nothing” i replied my face twisting in confusion.

“mays..” He said shaking his head

“i know you’ve been through a lot with your parents and all” he paused for a moment “but i know something else went down that night.”

the night he left.

i swore my stomached dropped to my ass, how did he know, how many other people knew, did I let it slip when we got high. a million thoughts raced through my head while I just stared at him like a deer in headlights.

FLASHBACK

the night he left.

i had locked myself in my room, hearing my parents yelling at each other. This happened every night, they would get into the biggest screaming match and when it began to get too much i walk down, they act like nothing happened and the next morning everything would be fine until that night.

this night however was different. all i could hear was my dad yelling, he had just come back from the casino after losing 10 grand and was so obviously wasted.

all of a sudden everything went quiet, I slowly stood up a pit in my stomach growing, that’s when I heard my mom.

“GET THE FUCK OUT” her voice cracking as she screamed bloody murder.

i started running down my stairs when i heard a big crash.

my dad had somehow in his drunken state grabbed my mother and threw her against the wall causing the cabinet behind her to cave in.

i immediately ran to the kitchen no time to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to walk into

and there laid my mother crying and my dad just stood there, chest puffing up and down, eyes filled with rage.

i quickly started backing away trying to make a b line for the door, that’s when he grabbed both of my wrists so hard they were bruised the next day.

“mention any of this to anyone and i swear masyn, you’ll fucking regret it” with that he grabbed an already packed bag from the dining table which i’m assuming my mother had packed before he came home and out the door he went.

BACK TO PRESENT DAY

i replayed that night in my head as i tried to form words for matt who was still staring at me.

“wanna know how i know” he said looking down at my hands where i was staring.

my eyes quickly shot up to him.

my mind was going crazy i couldn’t even focus on anything other than how he knew my eyes darted back and forth my head still low, that’s when I stopped and my face relaxed.

i looked at him with confusion almost anger building inside of me.

“where were you the night he left matt?”

a/n: just had to leave y’all with that little cliffhanger :) anywho please do leave suggestions in the comments for me to better my work it means a lot ok bye love u !!🤍

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clumsy-jiminie · 2 months

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ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ | ᴘᴊᴍ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

❝ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ❞

↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 3.8k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, public displays of affection, angst with resolve, mentions of anxiety, ⚠️ verbal abuse - light but still not ok ⚠️

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"yeah, I got issues, and one of them is how bad I need you."

- ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ, ᴊᴜʟɪᴀ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟꜱ -

It only took a few days before everything returned to normal between the couple. No apology was issued, but they continued as if the argument had never happened. That's how things typically were with the two. Arguments would always fade away without them talking any further about it. It wasn't something Kiara particularly enjoyed, but after trying to talk things out, it would only result in restarting the cycle; she settled for his method instead. It kept them both happy in the end, anyway. At least, that's what she thought. The conversation would always sit with her a bit longer than him. So, while he was normal, touching her and smiling, she had to force herself to keep up the facade. It was tiring but a better outcome than arguing all over again.

Kiara stared at her phone while slowly pushing the shopping cart through the aisle. Her arms rested against the cart's bar, leaning against it comfortably as she looked through the notes on her phone. It was chore day, and chore day also meant grocery shopping day. Usually, she would love to take her time through the store and hopefully find some exciting snacks, but she couldn't wait to get home. She was in the middle of her last piece for her latest collection. The blush pinks, baby blues, and teals were so pretty to her, reminding her of babies and how she wanted a family of her own one day. Three bundles of joy and absolute chaos running around made her excited. She sighed softly, straightening out her spine before feeling gentle resistance. Her brows drew together before she felt slight pressure against her backside.

"Taehyung," she sighed despite the small smile forming on her lips. His hand, placed firmly on her hip, kept her in place as they walked.

"Mm, what?" He responded lazily, eyes fixated on the view of her golden skin peeking out from under her cropped hoodie. The black leggings she wore were no help either. The fabric became so thin when she bent over, stretching to accommodate her round ass. He could almost see the outline of her thong.

"What are you doing?"

"Appreciating my girlfriend. What did you think?"

"Oh, I don't know...." She stopped suddenly, halting Taehyung as well. His hips pressed into hers, causing him to bite down on his lower lip briefly. "Someone may think you're trying to start something in public." Taehyung hummed as his mind was far from his current reality, somewhere in a realm where public indecency wouldn't get you fined. He returned back to Earth when Kiara decided to turn around and face him. She tilted her head back, looking up at him as she bit back the smirk that desperately wanted to spread on her lips. "You do know we're in public, right?" The sass that fell from her lips only made Taehyung wish to play more. He rested both of his hands on the cart behind her, essentially caging her in.

If there was one thing she could do all day, it was look at Taehyung. He was so gorgeous. Model worthy. Even as he had his round-framed silver glasses resting on his straight nose, she wanted nothing more than his lips on her.

"Nope," he grinned.

"Dangerous."

"You love it." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, causing her to inhale deeply. Her hands rested on his chest before sliding up to meet behind his neck. Warmth spread through Kiara's system despite them being in the freezer aisle. One of his hands left the cart to rest against her back, pulling her in closer.

"Uh, we're gonna need a clean-up on aisle 14." A familiar voice suddenly rang through Kiara's ears, causing her to pull away from her boyfriend. She glanced around before meeting with the owner of the voice, a smile forming on her lips. "It looks like someone wet themselves," Momo teased the girl with a playful smirk.

"You're so lame!" Hoseok heckled while he reached into the freezer, chuckling softly.

"You knew this, and you're still choosing to marry me," Momo stuck her tongue out at the man, who did the same to her. Afterward, she directed her attention to Kiara. "But seriously, you should really get a room." She placed her hand on her chest as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "There are children around!"

"Fuck them kids," Taehyung quickly said as he wrapped his arms around Kiara. He leaned down to rest his chin on her shoulder. "They gotta learn about the birds and the bees somehow."

"Taehyung, you disgust me," Momo scowled. The man winked at her, and Momo recoiled as if he had reached out to touch her. Hoseok then returned, tossing some frozen fruit pops into the cart.

Kiara's eyebrows furrowed as she scanned over the couple's cart. There were some colorful party plates, cups, hats, and napkins. There were also a few bags of chips and liters of various sodas. "You guys having a party or something?" She asked while resting her hands on Taehyung's arms.

"One of our students is turning eight today!" Hoseok beamed as if it was his child.

"She's the absolute cutest, and she's going to go far. Right, Hobi?" Momo added, gleaming as well.

Hoseok quickly nodded. "Yep, AIM has itself its first prodigy."

Taehyung furrowed his brows as he stood up. "AIM? Is that...."

"Art In Motion! The dance studio we work at!" Momo answered. Taehyung made a small o with his mouth, slowly nodding his head.

"It's not like they don't talk about it all the time," Kiara teased, earning a squeeze from him.

"You guys should come in sometime!" Momo said before walking over to one of the freezers. "We teach duets on some days."

Kiara quickly shook her head. "You know damn well I don't dance."

"I know you don't dance sober," Momo side-eyed her, causing the girl to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, I was about to say; I know a certain dance you do, but it's only when you come back from bottomless mimosas," Taehyung grinned, earning an elbow to his rib. "Don't hurt me because I'm right!" The group laughed together before bidding their farewells. Kiara grabbed the cart once more to continue on their shopping adventure.

"So, Tae...," Kiara drawled as she trailed behind the man. He hummed while looking at an item on the shelves, encouraging her to continue. "I was looking at houses out here, which are really expensive. Do we have to move out this year?"

"Do you want that ring?" He responded as he tossed the item into the cart. Her eyes went wide as her heart sunk into her chest. She assumed that was why she wasn't engaged yet, but to have him say it so casually. To have him say it as if it was something she had to earn. She could hear her best friends yelling at her to leave him, to turn around and not look back.

But she loved him.

"Taehyung!" A man suddenly called out, ripping his attention away from Kiara. Both of them turned to look at the interruption. A smile formed on Taehyung's lips while Kiara's eyes narrowed. Directly ahead of them was none other than Jimin. Kiara huffed, trying to pry her eyes away from the man, but she couldn't for some reason, maybe because it was the first time she'd seen him dressed down—sporting a dark purple hoodie with a denim jacket over it and a pair of black sweatpants that slimmed to a cuff around his ankle. His hair looked messy despite him trying to hide it under his hood—fluffy blonde strands sticking out like he had just rolled out of bed and decided not to style it. How could one look just as good dressed down?

"You stalking me, Jimin?" The brunette teased as he went in to hug the man.

"For fucks sake," Kiara sighed before her eyes went wide. Taehyung shot her a warning glare, making her muscles stiffen as she looked down at the linoleum floor. She was usually good at keeping her thoughts to herself.

Jimin looked at Kiara for the first time today, and his eyebrows piqued in interest. Was it wrong to be lusting over a man's girlfriend right in front of him, especially when you're trying to rekindle a relationship with said man? Yes, yes it was. He possessed enough self-control not to react physically but couldn't deny that she looked good. She had an impeccable style. Even when she dressed down, she stole the room. Instead, he feigned an eye roll. He wanted to do nothing but push those buttons of hers and watch her eyes be set ablaze with fire. But he wouldn't be able to handle that switch to fondness whenever she eventually looked at Taehyung, at least not today. He peeled his eyes away from the girl to look at the brunette, a warm smile forming on his lips. "Isn't it funny how small the world becomes after bumping into each other once?"

"Oh, it's hilarious," Kiara mumbled quietly this time, sarcasm dripping from her words. Boy, she wasn't making it easy for Jimin. He had a thousand and one remarks for her sassy little quip, but he'll save those for another day.

The two men proceeded to catch up while Kiara focused on anything besides the blonde before her. Honestly, what were the odds? There are a million different grocery stores on Long Island alone, and this is the one he chooses? It hasn't even been a week since their little dinner encounter. The universe wanted to see some drama in her life as if she didn't have enough. What the universe needed to do was send signs to the tall blockhead so she could get proposed to before selling her soul for a house.

As much as she loved that Taehyung was reconnecting and making new friends, she didn't want to spend another second in this vicinity. Jimin's aura was sickeningly addictive. He oozed charisma, and it pissed her off that she wanted to have a conversation with him, to be included. She stared at the back of Taehyung's head, eyes sensing daggers in hopes he turned around. Instead, her amber eyes locked with the blonde's. His eyes flickered up and down subtly before a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips. He looked away, assumingly giving Taehyung his full attention once again. Kiara's brows furrowed. What was that look for? Did he think he had a one-up on her?

Enough was enough.

Kiara stepped forward, nudging Taehyung with the cart. He suddenly stopped talking, pausing momentarily before looking at her. "Babe, can we go? I'm getting a little tired." She lied through her teeth, her voice as sweet as candy. She had to pull out all the cards to pull Taehyung away from this so-called friend. What if Jimin was using Taehyung now to get some sick inside scoop on her? She couldn't have that.

"In a minute, I just want to smooth out these details for the next guys night." His voice was colder than the freezer aisle they were just in. He turned back around, fully facing Jimin again.

She sighed in defeat. She knew Taehyung meant no harm, but each second near Jimin felt like an hour. Kiara had no idea what this man was capable of, and that devilish, slick tongue only made things worse. She quickly glanced away, hoping to find anything she could fiddle with as a minor distraction. Touching random food items seemed too obvious, so she opted for her cell phone. She pulled it out, sending a quick text to the group chat.

Kiara: guess who just pulled up to your local grocery store Kiara: it's your favorite person kookie Jeongguk: JUSTIN BIEBER??? Jeongguk: drop the address NOW Samira: you're an idiot

Kiara pressed her lips in a line, holding back a smile.

Kiara: no it's the blonde from the coffee shop Kiara: I hate it here Jeongguk: do me a favor and throw your shoe at him Jeongguk: specifically the left one Jeongguk: the right one won't do Samira: I second Samira: why the left one tho Jeongguk: so he'll be surprised when I get him with this right hook

Kiara burst into a quiet fit of laughter, using her hand to cover her mouth. She loved her best friends dearly. While she giggled, Taehyung's and Jimin's ears perked up like a dog hearing the word walk, although both for different reasons.

Taehyung couldn't help but glance at his partner, seeing a wide grin on her lips as her fingers typed away on her phone. Something flared up inside of him, triggering him. It was the same feeling he had from the other night. He couldn't run away this time, so he had to sit with the heavy feeling in his chest and tensed muscles.

Jimin also looked, but he felt something in his chest from the sight. Something warm. Something that made him want to spread his lips and mimic that smile. He couldn't put his finger on it and didn't think he wanted to. He couldn't have that. It felt familiar, and familiarity needed to stay in a locked box in the deepest corner of his mind. Despite it, his eyes twinkled as a mischievous smirk played on his lips. He returned his gaze to Taehyung. "You know, one of my friends is having a game night later in the week. You should definitely come through."

Taehyung's met his eyes, and he pushed down whatever feeling was bubbling in his chest as he smiled at the man. "Definitely! That sounds like fun!"

Kiara was too busy giggling at the messages she received to pay attention to the plans that were made aloud. It wasn't until she felt eyes on her. It made her uneasy, a chill running down her spine as she looked up. Jimin's evil eyes met hers.

"You should bring Kiara along too," Jimin suggested while his eyes remained glued to the girl.

Kiara glared at the blonde. "I would rather jump off the Manhattan Bridge."

Taehyung's eyes went wide, shooting her a look. That look. Kiara couldn't help but cringe, feeling herself shrink into her shoes as she looked down at the ground.

"She'd love to come," Taehyung responded, returning his gaze to Jimin. "We'll be there."

Kiara's head shot up, sending daggers into the back of Taehyung's head. If looks could kill, both men would be casualties right now.

Jimin grinned at the other. "Great! I'll see you then!"

As they bid their farewells, Kiara subtly flipped the blonde off. All Jimin did was smirk playfully, winking at her in response. The girl shivered with disgust.

After he left, the couple was silent for the rest of their trip. Kiara couldn't understand why Taehyung would think she would want to attend any event with Jimin. She ranted to the man about their horrible first impression and how he ruined her favorite hoodie. Kiara didn't want to fake nice for hours on end; one, it was draining as hell, and two, that prick didn't deserve it. They paid and exited the grocery store. A cloak of silence wrapped around them dropped once they approached Kiara's car. She huffed quietly, almost shaking her head out of pure disbelief.

"I thought you couldn't stand him," she grumbled.

"I thought you wanted me to make more friends," he countered.

Kiara rolled her eyes, sighing softly as she regretted giving him that push. "I don't want to go to this thing, Tae," she admitted. "I don't even know why he invited me. He's your friend."

"Why can't he be our friend?" He asked while looking at the girl, meeting her eyes.

"I'm not friends with people who don't like me," she deadpanned. She started packing the groceries into the car, exceptionally cautiously placing the bags. She would hate if something got smushed or broken because she grew annoyed.

Taehyung watched as she did so, arms folding over his chest as he leaned against the car. "You don't know that."

"I'm pretty sure you don't call the people you like selfish."

Taehyung shrugged casually, "You got off on the wrong foot, so what? You don't think you could push past that or at least pretend to for me?"

Kiara froze briefly, pressing her lips together as she thought. It's for Taehyung. She would suffer a ten-hour flight full of crying babies for this man, but Jimin was just slightly more insufferable than that. She stopped loading the groceries to look at him. As she opened her mouth to answer, a text notification emitted from her pocket. She wasn't going to look at it, already knowing who it was, but she watched as Taehyung's demeanor changed. The corners of his lips pulled into a frown. He tensed as his eyes narrowed into slits. Before she could even process what was happening, he opened his mouth. All at once, he remembered why he fell silent earlier.

"Give me your phone."

"What?" She chuckled, completely bewildered. He had to be joking. Just two seconds ago, he asked her to play nice, and now this?

"I'm not gonna repeat myself." He held his large hand towards her, like a parent demanding something of their child.

She chuckled again, this time wholly filled with nerves. She instinctively gripped her phone in her hoodie pocket to protect him from the device. "Are you kidding? I'm not giving you my phone."

His eyes narrowed at the shorter girl, letting his hand fall back to his side. "Why? You got something to hide?" Kiara shook her head, opening her mouth to say something, but was promptly cut off. "I saw the way you were smiling at your phone earlier. You got some nasty shit from Jeongguk, huh?"

"What?" Her eyes widen for a moment before narrowing at her partner. "What the fuck are you on about?" Kiara tried keeping herself calm, paying close attention to the tone of her voice, but she thought the days when she had to defend the relationship with her best friend were over.

"Give me your fucking phone, Kiara!" He yelled. The bass in his voice startled her, depth moving straight to her heart and increasing the beat suddenly. She jerked as if someone hit her. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as her breathing quickened. It happened all in an instant. She pulled out her phone and handed it to him without a thought. It was like her body was suddenly on autopilot.

He snatched the device from her, unlocking it without an issue. "I swear to god I do so much for you, for this fucking relationship, just for you to go behind my back and—" As he went through the text history with Jeongguk, all he saw was various memes from inside jokes, opinions of art going back and forth, and the occasional double text. Taehyung's jaw hung loosely briefly before quickly biting his lower lip. He even checked their group chat, but there was nothing besides Samira asking for help with Momo's wedding and the conversation he assumed she was laughing about. No, he couldn't be wrong. He knew what he saw. That smile.... There's no way he could've been wrong. There had to be something, anything, to prove her infidelity.

But there was nothing.

Taehyung locked Kiara's phone as the silence sat on them like a bag of bricks. He slowly looked at the girl, seeing tears brimming in her warm eyes of amber. Shit, he thought to himself. She was shivering, and he was sure it wasn't from the cold weather. Her chest was heaving like she just finished running a marathon.

"Ki...," his voice softened, barely above a whisper.

"No," she whimpered right before her throat decided to shut. Tears fell from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. She turned from him, loading up the rest of the car with haste. She tried not to make a sound apart from the occasional whimper that slipped past her trembling lips.

Taehyung sighed quietly, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he watched her. "Kiara, please...," he pleaded as she stood upright. She ignored him, walking the cart back to its slot. When she returned, she had all intention of heading straight to the driver's side, but Taehyung's hand wrapping around her wrist stopped her.

She sniffled as she turned to face him. Kiara yanked her wrist from his hand, causing him to sigh. "When is this gonna stop?" She asked as she wiped her wet face with the sleeves of her hoodie. "When will you finally trust me enough to know I wouldn't ever step out on you?" Taehyung pressed his lips together, staring down at the girl. "I fucking love you, Tae, with every fiber of my being. I've loved you for years! But...," the girl trailed off, looking up at the night sky. She couldn't stop the tears, no matter how much she wanted to. Just thinking of the words hurt her.

Taehyung reached for her again, pulling her into his chest. He held her tightly in an embrace while she sobbed into his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered as his hands rubbed her back soothingly. Kiara's cries slowed to a stop. "I'm so sorry. I..., I just get jealous sometimes. I think you'll leave me because I've never seen a bond like you and JK's. I feel like he's in love with you."

"He's my best friend," she mumbled before pulling away from the man. She wiped her nose as she stared down at the ground. "He does love me, but not in the way you love me." She rubbed her eyes once more before looking up at him. The whites of her eyes were now red. Taehyung couldn't help but frown, using his thumb to wipe the remaining tears. She flinched from his touch, looking away from him. "But that isn't an excuse to treat me like that." She took a step back from him. Her warmth left him with the winter cold. "So this jealousy stuff has to stop now."

Taehyung nodded his head quickly. "I'm sorry, I'll try harder." He reached out for her again, and she didn't pull away. He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb while Kiara inhaled deeply, leaning into his touch. "I will be better."

She let out a shaky breath before throwing herself into the man. She pressed her face into his chest, feeling the vibrations from his body as he chuckled. "So, about that game night...." She hummed, waiting for him to continue. "Will you try for me?"

She pulled away enough to look up at him, her warm eyes making his heart skip a beat. "I'll try."

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Park Jihyo: A God Complex

Jihyo x M Reader

Genre: One Shot, Smut, Semi-Dom Jihyo

Trigger warning: Excessive use of god

WC: 3,284

Only fate can explain how you find yourself inside the dorm of the Nation’s Girl Group leader, Park Jihyo. You are simply at the right place at the right time. Drinking alone at the same place the two Twice members are having a quick chill as well. They mastered the art of being incognito, you did not notice the two of them until Jihyo talked to you. You were surprised with yourself being able to hold a conversation with her and Jeongyeon. Maybe you have drunk enough. The conversation was smooth and it was not long until Jihyo offered to take you to her place. Of course, you have to come. Who would be in their right mind to decline.

Right off the bat, you noticed Jihyo’s aura. She had this very responsible character with her, maybe because of the years taking care of her fellow members. She comes to you as cold. You find it a bit intimidating but not off putting. It was a bit different to her unlimited energy in camera, competitive but in control. But you understand that’s just how it is being an idol.

“Are you nervous?” Jihyo asked you as she take her seat in front of you.

“A bit yeah, it’s not every day you get face to face with an idol. Let alone get dragged into her apartment.”

“Well you should be, you’re in front of a god.”

The statement surprised you. She is not called God Jihyo for nothing but you thought it is just an idol thing. You want to think that she was kidding around with you but her tone was so serious the word joke didn’t even make sense. Jihyo slips out of her hoodie. You assume that they went directly to chill after a schedule because what she wearing is a stuff of the wildest dreams.

Jihyo is rocking a tight tube, hugging her massive breasts. It is public knowledge that she is gifted but seeing it really closely, it surpassed even your imagination. She has a wonderful body. Boobs, hips, abs, ass she got it all and you know she is not afraid to flaunt them. You are already hard just thinking about what she is hiding inside.

“Do you want to fuck a god? No, wrong question. Do you think you can handle fucking a god?”

To be honest with yourself, you find the god thing quite cringe. Gathering a bit of confidence, you start to impose yourself.

“Damn Jihyo, that god thing. It needs to get fucked out of you.”

You immediately regret what you said.

“What did you say?” Jihyo was clearly ticked off.

You are left speechless. But it doesn’t matter because it seems Jihyo is not waiting for your reply. She stands up from her seat and walks close to you. Her tits appear to be so much bigger than earlier.

“It’s blasphemous to insult me. Good thing I’m merciful, if you ask for forgiveness.”

Her big round eyes stared you down. Giving you a chance to beg for mercy. To spare you from the punishment. Somehow you feel small in front of her. Maybe she is a god after all.

“I beg for mercy Jihyo, please forgive me.”

Your words elicit a smile on Jihyo’s lips.

“Pathetic. Take off all your clothes.” As Jihyo went back to her seat.

It was an order you could not defy. It seems that you are already under her spell. You discard your clothes one by one until there is nothing left. You now feel the air conditioning on your naked skin, it makes you shiver. Your dick is half hard.

“At least your dick isn’t that bad. I’m curious how will it perform.”

Jihyo takes off her baggy denim jeans. You admit it is a bit out of place in contrast to her tight top but it is so hot nevertheless. Her white panties are now on display. You noticed her pussy, fat as fuck. Next she discards her tube to see a strapless bra. Her huge tits overflowed the cups. Jihyo’s chest is full of marks from the tightness of her outfit and you could almost imagine it being marks made by someone. You could be right but only Jihyo knows the truth. The view and the thoughts on your mind are more than enough to make your shaft harden like a rock.

“I know you like what you are seeing. Come closer.”

You are not surprised that your body acted instinctively. Moving close to Jihyo with your dick completely upright.

“Stand here.” She signals you to stand on the sofa she was seating on.

“Gods don’t kneel.”

Following her instructions, Jihyo moved a little to give you room to stand. You found it hard to adjust yourself to match your dick to her mouth, but you made it work. In a bit of an awkward position but now your member perfectly lined up to her waiting mouth.

Jihyo does not wait long. She starts to lick the head. It is just the tip but the pleasure is already mind blowing. Swirling her tongue, she continues to please you. You are helpless, you don’t want to miss a single moment watching Jihyo starts to give you a blowjob but the feeling is just so good, you can’t help but throw your head back, close your eyes and moan.

She is now completely sucking your dick. You watch as your cock disappears inside her mouth only to feel her throat at the tip. You know she has done this many times, it is obvious in her ways. She even had the skill to play with your balls as she continues to bob her head. You lost count of how many times your cock was buried inside her hot, wet mouth. You can’t remember how many times she traced your length with her slick tongue. The blowjob is too much for you to process.

Your breath starts to get ragged and uneven. Jihyo knows you’re close. With that in her mind, she focuses on speeding up the pace. Being in and out of her mouth is one thing, but add in her huge and beautiful deep eyes that do not break contact. It is the catalyst that pushed you to the end.

“I’m cumming Jihyo.”

You maintain eye contact up until the point you unloaded in Jihyo’s mouth. Ropes and ropes of thick semen flowed right inside. She swallowed it whole like the god she is. She proceeds to lick and clean up your dick after. You want to fall down to your feet, but you don’t want to piss off the god that gave you the best blowjob of your life. So you stayed up regardless.

“Better than most. And you don’t taste bad I give you that.”

You are late to notice that she was giving you an evaluation. Good thing you passed.

“Kneel.” She ordered.

Deep down you are thankful. Your legs really need a break. Jihyo hooks her thumbs on her panties and takes it off in one fluid motion and throws the article on your lap. You are right, her pussy is so fat it makes a good snack.

“You have to be thankful, I’m going to let you eat my pussy.”

You are so turned on by the idea of feasting on Jihyo’s cunt that you immediately want to attack right away. Using all effort to calm yourself down, you stopped. If you’re going to eat the pussy of a god, you are going to give all you’ve got. Moving closer to Jihyo’s body, you plant a kiss on her tight abs. She was taken aback by your choice of place to start but you know she likes it. You continue to shower her stomach with kisses and before moving on, you stretch your tongue to lick her belly button. Her belly button is deep and you took no reservations in treating it like a hole, letting your tongue fuck her navel. Jihyo’s mouth was starting to twitch in pleasure.

Moving to her thighs, you take a couple of seconds to admire the view. It was thick, probably the result of all the years dancing. You kiss the sides of her legs of which Jihyo could not help but flinch. You do your best to avoid the actual lips, kissing and licking the sides. You are teasing a god, and you’re playing with fire. Sensing the need to remind you of your place, she clamps her legs to capture your head. She is clearly done with your antics.

“If I said you eat; you’re going to eat. Don’t make me wait.”

Her words are more like a threat, but you obviously are willing to obey. Jihyo instantly let out a loud gasp as you kiss her entrance. Her clean shaven pussy is well kept, it smells amazing. You already know that it has been fucked so many times but it still looks immaculate. Your tongue traced her slit from top to bottom. The idol grabbed a handful of your hair to anchor herself from the pleasure. You continue licking steadily increasing in speed. She is losing her mind by the work your mouth is putting in.

“Fuck that feel so good.”

Jihyo’s extended moans are like melodies to your ears. She is known to be a good singer, and indeed she is. She is able to make a good song out of just 'ooh'and 'aah'. You found out that she was most sensitive on the top part of her slit so you focused your efforts where it gives the most pleasure. Trying to push the limits, your fingers join the fray. Rubbing and teasing at first, then fully finger fucking her pussy. Jihyo is gyrating, her hips buckling waiting for your actions. You find her eyes when you look up to see her face, she is watching how you eat her. Without breaking eye contact mirroring what she did, you double the effort. Swirling your tongue, making good use of your lips and fingers. You are pushing Jihyo to her absolute limits

“Shit! Fuck! I’m cumming!”

She sandwiched your face yet again between her creamy thighs as she gushed wave after wave or her cum in your face. Jihyo is a squirter. Her hips moved up and down in the last moments of her orgasm, making a last attempt of contact with your mouth. She is panting, her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes. It is hypnotizing, seeing Jihyo flushed after an absolute high. Of course the view will trigger your cock back to life.

“You deserve a treat after doing that. I can be really generous to those who worship me right.”

She did not forget how to be a god even after the pleasure threw her overboard. Jihyo noticed your eyes are fixed on her breasts so she indulged you. She reaches for her back to undo the clasp of her tight bra. Her massive titties drop free in the absence of its captors. Big is an understatement. Jihyo is known to have one of the biggest boobs in the K-Pop industry and what you are seeing in front of you proves that. Her nipples, light brown sits on top hard and taut.

She caressed her breast with her hands, and you know she is teasing you. Jihyo is now fully naked. A scene you never thought to see in your entire life. Yet here you are watching her play with her tits. She signals you to stand up next to her. You are starting to really fall for her eyes. She takes your hands and places them on top of her boobs, it is the next order. Somehow it reminds you that you are both here because of lust and nothing more.

You are now free to grab and play with her boobs. You could not cup all of it with just a hand. It is soft, it is warm. You wonder how good it will feel to make them a pillow. Squeezing is not enough to worship her sublime breasts. You want to suck on them, and you will. However, one realization comes to mind. You haven’t got the chance to kiss her ever since you started the whole thing. So you gamble once again.

Jihyo is still watching you, letting you play and have your fill with her boobs. You take the chance to raise her chin with your fingers and go straight to her lips. You want to kiss her, you need to kiss her and you did. You expected to be stopped any second now. Luckily she didn’t and opted to kiss you back instead. It is never too late to make out even after you both have already cummed. The kiss was hot, your tongues played in each other’s mouth. There is now a mixture of your juices in the midst of all the kissing. Your dick returned to full erection and aching for an action again.

You hoped for action and action you will get. Jihyo pushed you to sit on the sofa and she promptly straddled you, looking really at home at your lap. You realized there is also one thing gods are bad at, and that is waiting. You both continue to kiss each other, touching places your hands can get a hold on to.

"You're not allowed to cum before me."

Her words send shivers down your spine, you worry if you could really handle it. However, all that worry is all but forgotten as Jihyo sinks your dick inside her. You have no words of how good it feels. Her pussy is warm and inviting completely to opposite to her cold and calculated demeanor. She starts to jerk her hips in and out, both of your thighs rubbing for an extra layer of pleasure. She rides your dick, and she is really good with it. Both hands on your chest, Jihyo is using your muscles to ride harder. Her tits sways and bounces adding to the things that overloads your mind. You're just holding for dear life.

"Does it feel good? Huh?"

The question caught you off guard, all this time Jihyo has this confidence that everything she did to you was good. So her asking for confirmation was a surprise but you are more than happy to answer her.

"Your pussy feels so good Jihyo."

Reaching for your hands, she directs both of them to her bouncing breasts.

"Tell me how much you want me." She demanded.

"I want you so much Jihyo, I want to fuck you all the time. You're so hot, and I don't I can get enough of you."

Her eyes found yours, blazing with lust.

"That's right! Want me, lust for me, worship me. I want you to masturbate to me when you got home."

"I worked hard for this body." The dirty talk was sending her to overdrive.

It is not long after that her back arches as her head throws backwards. Hips convulsing and cum pulsating at the same time, it feels like her juices are pushing you out. It was her second orgasm for the night and it hit her much stronger that the first. Her pigtails starting to unravel. Her eyes hazy in the atmosphere post orgasm. She spent a couple of minutes trying to regain herself and you take the chance to bury your face in her perfectly sculpted cleavage. Suckling each nipple one at a time. Luckily you survived it all without cumming.

Then it dawned on you. You started to see cracks on her godhood. Her body was an issue in the earlier point of her career. She was always labeled as fat or chubby. Maybe she develops a kind of god complex because of that after she worked hard to become the hot woman that she is. Even receiving an enormous amount of praise, she still could not get enough. She wanted to be worshipped forever.

As Jihyo recovered from the heights of pleasure. She slipped out of your still throbbing cock; dragging out slick juices of her cum with it.

"You're proving to be a solid pick. Cum inside me, that will be your ultimate reward."

Jihyo lay down next to you pointing you to climb on top of her. But you had other plans, you want to worship this god your own way.

"Jihyo, can I worship you from behind?"

You noticed a smile on her lips. The first one of the night.

"I don't mind." As she flipped herself over, feet planted on the floor and offered her ass. It seems you will not really make her kneel even if it is the much comfortable position. But it does not really matter that much, you will worship her all the same. You position yourself and lined your dick on her pussy and plunged right back, feeling at home at her familiar walls.

Her curves at the back are a sight to behold. Using her hips as leverage to fuck her deeper, you thrust in and out without any reservations. It is lust filled, pleasure driven fucking. You relish at the scene where your dick disappeared inside her pussy, all the while Jihyo was becoming a wanton mess. She was muttering profanities in between wordless moans. She also mentions God as a god herself, maybe it was a higher god. You don' really know. You don't want to know. This god is enough.

"Oh God! Fuck me like that! Yes, like that. Worship my pussy just like that."

You could not fail to notice her bouncing tits even from behind. The urge to play with it overcomes you. You lifted Jihyo's body to stand further upright. Turning her head slightly to give you access to her mouth, while you got all of her tits for you to squeeze and play around. It was not the most comfortable position but with Jihyo's experience you made it work. The new position brings new kinds of sensations and pleasure as you continue to wreck her slick pussy. It was hot and you are now at the tipping point.

"I'm cumming Jihyo."

"Cum inside me. I want your thick cum inside me."

Those words are all that you need to her as the pleasure completely overflows. Her tight walls choked your dick to point that you could not hold any longer. You pushed your dick up until the hilt to make sure you deliver all your seed inside. You emptied yourself inside of her. Jihyo has reached orgasm the third time as your cum was pumping like a hose. You both flopped to the floor as your legs give in. Both of you trying to catch your breaths. That was by far the best sex you had ever in your life. Well what do you expect, you fucked God Jihyo.

Jihyo stood up with the mixture of your juices dripping from her entrance into her legs. She is basking in the afterglow of sex and she had her fill for the night.

"Clean up yourself and you can go out." She heads to the bathroom you assume.

You feel sad to be completely honest, thinking that you will not have this kind of opportunity again. However, feeling sad after being able to cum inside one of the hottest woman in the planet is not the best way to end your night. But before Jihyo could totally disappear, you hear her voice.

"Leave your phone number. Only I know if you will ever get the chance again to enter the gates of heaven."

You smiled. Maybe it will not be the last time after all.

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A/N: I could not believe I finished this one in one sitting (expect grammar and spelling issues). I think I was simping for this Jihyo so hard so yeah. This is the second smut I wrote actually; after the smut chapter I wrote for Orange. I'm still learning the ways though, so apologies if this does not meet your standards. Thanks! You always rock.

#twice #fanfic #fanfiction #celebrities #smut #twice smut #park jihyo #jihyo smut #twice x reader #park jihyo x reader #imagines #one shot

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borahaerhy · 2 years

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Dealer (3) - myg

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader

Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut

Warnings: A concerning father-son relationship, More of Zeke being lowkey insane, New BTS member introduced!, hitmen, a dead body, a lot of other smaller stuff but only referenced and it has to do with the hitmen, so yk what to expect.

Word count: 1.5k (Ik short as fuck, apologies <3)

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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.

“Goddamn it, Zeke, calm the fuck down so I can actually understand what you’re saying,” Jeff had honestly been sick of his nephew’s bullshit for a very long time. Sat hunched over his desk, half paying attention to Zeke and half paying attention to the papers on his desk that should be consuming his entire focus.

“They fucking took Y/n, Jeff. Someone came in here and fucking kidnapped her; and I know exactly who did it,” Zeke’s voice was easier to understand, but shaking with the kind of rage that would scare anyone.

Anyone except Jeff, that is.

“So you want me to take the guy out and get your little girlfriend back?” Zeke started yelling again, not pleased with his uncle's disrespectful tone, but to put it simply, his response was “yes”. Jeff sighed, not wanting to waste any of his good men’s efforts on some low-grade pot dealer. He moved a few people around, checked to see who was available.

Not wanting to send the guy who has yet to do a solo mission, he called in ole reliable.

“Jay, get your ass in here,” He called someone on the buisness phone on his desk, after finally getting Zeke to hang up after assuring him he'd get you back. He hung up before they could even get a word in edgewise, and two minutes later, a man walked in in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, hair disheveled and hands in his pockets as he slouched in his place.

“Yeah boss?” Jeff looked up at his son, sighing at his disheveled appearance in the middle of the afternoon.

“I’ve got a job for you. Names Min Yoongi, he’s a low-level drug dealer whose kidnapped someone. I need you to kill him and get her back,” Before Jeff could finish his sentence, his son had already pulled out his phone and looked for the name on any public records, then to see if he was affiliated with anyone.

“No,” He slid his phone back in his pocket and turned around, ready to walk back up to his room and go back to sleep.

“Jay, you’re going to want to do this one-”

“Nah, I don’t think so. He hasn’t committed any major crimes or atrocities. He’s never hurt anyone, never sold anything harder than some weed, and he volunteers at animal shelters in his free time; I’m not killing him.”

Jeff looked at his son with animosity, clenching his jaw as he began to type in a new number. As Jay began to turn around again, about to go back to bed for real this time, the other line picked up.

“Min Yoongi, mid-sized drug dealer on the south side, kidnapped my nephew’s girlfriend. Kill him, get her and bring her back here. You have an hour.”

Fuck.

That was a fucking setup.

Jay finished walking out of the door and ran up to his bedroom, needing to find out where you were as soon as possible.

“Oh, Y/n, this is my cousin, Jay.” You reached your hand out to shake his, bright smile on your faces as Zeke’s arm pulled you tighter into his side.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/n,” He bowed slightly while your hands were shaking before he stood back up and let go.

“Don’t mind him, his mom raised him for a while in Korea before they moved back here.” Zeke’s comment was meant to be insulting, but you had only been fascinated.

“You grew up in Korea?” Jay’s smile returned to his face, not used to meeting people that had associated with his family that were interested in his culture.

“Yeah, only until I was 11 though. Then we moved back here so I could meet the rest of my family.”

“Wow, that must’ve been a hard transition at such a young age. Did you know any English when you moved here?” He was almost taken back from the emotion he could see spelled out on your sweet face. He couldn’t help but keep smiling, even at the thought of one of the worst periods of his life.

“I knew a little; basic English is taught in most schools in Korea at a very young age. But it wasn’t so bad, I still had my mom,” You smiled at his facial expression only getting warmer as he mentioned his mother again. The two of you had sat and spoken for hours, Zeke never leaving your side, but rarely ever interjecting in your conversation. He sat near and spoke to the other members of his family, mostly of how weird it was that Jay was even talking to anyone, and how annoying it had been that it was you that he was talking to.

The family gathering had come to an end hours after the sun had set and the food had been packed up and stored back in the house. You were saying goodbye to everyone as Zeke stood beside the car at the side of the road, annoyed and ready to leave.

“It was really nice to meet you, Jay,” You spoke softly as he engulfed you into a hug that lasted a bit longer than it should’ve - something Zeke definitely made sure you knew after you got back home.

“My name’s actually Jimin,” You looked slightly confused as you pulled away from the hug. Jimin smiled. “No one here likes to acknowledge that I’m Korean now that my mom’s gone. Easier to pretend she never existed when my name's Jay.” You smiled again, this one slightly more sad than the previous bright ones you held so proudly upon your beautiful lips.

“Well, Jimin, it was very nice to meet you. You can call me anytime,” You smiled and hugged him again briefly before making your way back to the car.

Jimin had watched you walking away, and then never saw or heard from you again. He messaged you a few times but he never got any response. He had always known his cousin was not the best person from the time they had spent together as children. Sure, Jimin was a hitman, but Zeke was a million times more fucked up than he could ever even imagine being.

Though, trying to think positively, he just hoped you had accidentally given him the wrong number. Not that you had lost your phone privileges from being too ‘overly flirtatious’ with him.

Jimin arrived at Yoongi’s house only 20 minutes after the newbie had gotten there. His car still being there wasn’t a good sign. Jimin sighed as he pulled on latex gloves and grabbed his Glock out of the glove box of his car. He got out and held the gun down by his side, being sure to be aware of every movement that was happening in the surrounding neighborhood as he made his way up to the front door.

Dumbass.

Jimin sighed as he pushed open the broken door, bewildered as to how he thought it was a good idea to shoot through the front door of a suburban neighborhood.

Right inside the front door was the body of the man whose name Jimin could not remember, but was definitely the guy his father had sent on the job. The blood had stopped flowing from his as if it was all already completely drained from the pale face of someone that couldn’t be more than 20 years old; probably just trying to make enough money to support his family or pay off some debts.

He sighed as he swept the house, making sure there wasn’t anyone else here before he made his way back out to the car, dialing his father’s number as he went.

“Speak.”

“New guy’s dead, looks like our low-level dug dealer is a little more than that,” Jimin put the phone on speaker as he pulled his lap top out of the back seat of his car and got to work.

“I trust you’ll take care of it from here?”

“On it boss.”

It took Jimin less than an hour to get a clean-up crew in and out of the house, and had guards posted all around the neighborhood to keep watch on the house to see if anyone should return; and was sitting in some random parking lot trying to find anything on him that might suggest where he would have gone next.

Every car, weapon and address listed as belonging to him at any point in time, and any known affiliates that he had. Aside from other mid to low-level drug dealers and the person who sold the drugs to them, there was only one other person he was known to be acquainted with.

Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin had been on their radar for quite some time; having had several hits put out on him in the past. They stopped accepting hits on him when everyone sent out to take care of him had never been seen again; no body, no trace, nothing. Even the people who hired them to kill him had gone missing seemingly overnight without a trace.

Jimin groaned loudly as started his car and headed off to the only place he swore he’d never go.

I just hope I can get to them before they get to Seokjin.

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pray4saint · 10 months

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HEYOOO!!

general sfw dating gnf hcs?? maybeeeee a little bit of fluff? i’m in a very fluffy mood xD

thank you! 🤗

moving in w bf!george hcs

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. girlfriend!reader. fluff.

a/n. yeah noah ofc 🤭 (i apologise for it being so late i went camping w my cousin & i'm writing on 6 inconsistent hours of sleep + a redbull) also this started as basic hcs and turned very specific hc list but still i like it

when you're in public and he gets nervous – despite how much he told you he probably wouldn't be super into pda – he wraps his arms around you and tucks his head into your neck because it grounds him

bf george who insists that despite the fact that you're dating, you still need to go on actual dates together AND lets you pick everything when it comes to it

”d'you wanna do dinner, dancing, arcade, bowling, carnival?..” you ask, and your boyfriend shrugs, making you sigh. ”whatever you want lovey.” ”george i pick every single time, why can't you?” ”because i want you to be happy with our dates.” and as annoying as it is, you can't help how it warms your heart and how thoughtful he is.

george also invites you to every streaming/youtube event, and is 100% prepared for if you say yes or no

if it's a yes, he gets all excited and helps you pack, reminding you of a few essentials you tend to forget and while you're there he'll spend more time backstage with you or try to leave a little early to sightsee with you

if you tell him no, he understands and leaves you with a few of his hoodies, kisses you goodbye before he leaves, always finds a way to mention you on stage and ALWAYS brings back a souvenir from his trip for you

also around the six month mark of your relationship he asked dream n sap how they'd feel if he asked you to move in with him

of course they didn't mind, you were well liked by both of his roommates and he assured them that if you said yes that you'd sleep with him in his room

the only concern his friends had – mostly sapnap had – was what the situation would be with, and i quote 'how much fucking' you guys would be doing in the house, and he responded quite simply 'we're not you sapnap, we're not absolute horndogs.' (although who knows, maybe you are, maybe he lied)

still, george waited until you'd been dating for nine months to ask you to move in

”lovey, i uh, gotta ask you something.” you were walking back to his car from a bowling date, it was late and it was dark. ”go on.” he stopped walking, and you turned to face him. ”do you want to move in with me?” he gave you a small smile and you could see his hands tensing up. ”do your roommates know about this?” you faked concern but still he nodded, yes. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. ”yeah, course i do georgie.”

that mf went home with the goofiest grin on his face that night, and absolutely would not shut up about it for a week before you actually moved in / it made sapnap n dream rethink their life choices

still even after he asked you, you guys had a serious talk about it all, if he'd be willing to make space in his room for some of your things and of course he was, if he'd be willing to let you use his office once in awhile when you were sick so you could work from home and obviously he agreed

”holy shit what happened in here?” sapnap had peeked into george's room when he heard you and george laughing like little kids just to see you two trying to move your nightstands in to replace his. ”george i don't know if you know this but your room has been y/n-ified.” he joked, and george only laughs while you removed your hands from the table and grabbed a throw pillow from his bed, firing it at sap's head. sap ran out, shutting the door behind him.

the most noticed thing though that changed was when he streamed, chat noticed how there were some extra objects floating around the room that were clearly not his, sapnap's or dream's

sapnap tweeted about it later saying 'guys it's more than george's office- the entire house is filled with y/n's shit'

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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daisychainsandbowties · 10 months

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Mrs. Villaumbrosia cleaning out the beach house and just sending all Lilith’s notebooks to her professional address which Lilith is used to and not bothered by except there’s a graduate assistant who goes through all of it and digitizes all the data Lilith has kept since she was, what, 7? when she started really overcoming her writing difficulties. The GA compiles everything Lilith has; esp. roughly two decades of lumpfish data and emails Lilith a copy to approve for publication. Lilith’s only edit is to add Michael as a coauthor.

It starts with dozens of emails from her overeager grad student, taglines full of exclamation points, all caps, conga lines of commas ,,,,,,,LUMPFISH!!!!

Her mother sends it over in an old orange crate she found in the basement, and Lilith would have felt her hands shake if it had been her - and not Michael - who cracked the lid. If she saw how neatly her mother packed each notebook, adding wads of fabric to stop them from falling over.

Inside, also, are her father’s binoculars in their green leather case; old film and videotapes; an adult’s snorkeling mask that’s been cannibalized to fit a child’s head.

One of her old hoodies for stuffing, with a picture of a cartoon crab on the front. Tourist rubbish, given to her by a stall owner who saw her walking up off the beach in a t-shirt and shorts at the advent of a storm, shuddering from the chill and drenched in saltwater. He handed it to her, along with a can of Coca Cola he’d been saving to have with a cigarette after closing up the stall.

The notebooks are held shut with rubber bands so none of the loose pages escape. Her mother would have done this by hand.

But it’s not Lilith who finds this silent “i love you” hidden in an old crate, specially couriered from their old beach house. It’s her grad student, but the sight does at least arrest him.

(and Lilith won’t know this for another decade, but her mother was cleaning up the house to sell it. instead she puts it in Lilith's name. just… gives it to her, slots the keys into an envelope: to be delivered upon my death)

Michael describes how he shook sand out of some of the notebooks, the smell of the ocean dried into the pages when he cracked the spines again to sift through a summertime of drawings.

They’re precise, for the most part. Practical, with neatly described dimensions, notation in a scrunched-up hand because writing hurt, but even then it was impossible not to do it. She had to record what she saw underneath the water.

Sea urchins chewing through the holdfasts at the bottom of kelp, their bodies so bright with the water fleshing down past the moving canopy. Lilith, diving to the seafloor to watch them, armed with the ruler from her father’s old geometry set. Lilith, finding their fivefold symmetry, noting the length of each spine and gently prizing their tube feet from the rocks to carry one of them ashore.

And Michael is like her so he doesn’t balk when she describes slotting her penknife into its shell, little notes on how the spines still moved, and for how long. Observing them down on the sea bed and noting in a scrawl surrounded by water droplets “spines used for locomotion?”

There are drawings of her octopus friend. One, from memory, of her wrapped around Lilith’s arm, trailing her suckers up towards the elbow joint. She finds, scrunched in against this drawing, an almost indecipherable note that Michael mistook for a child’s attempt at an artist’s signature. But it’s not that - when she was eight she never dreamed that anyone would read her notes, or care as much as she did about the ocean. There, in tiny writing, she finds a note (to herself, perhaps?) that reads “me and Octi in july. it was warm.”

It’s a charter of one small stretch of coastline, every species hunted down and documented. She only dissected a few of them, just crabs and sea urchins, comb jellies and sea sponges and, once, a dead pyjama shark.

The others she only observed, diving until she was dizzy and only for as long as a breath could hold her.

Michael sends her the proof, and it’s beautiful. her coloured sketches and her simpler ones arrayed around the sections of commentary she sent him in return emails, over months and months and months. Next to that, her childish observations - crude science, but some of it astounds her. It’s almost poetry, or maybe it only seems like it, to her.

Because she lived it, lungs aching in the aching depth, watching the kelp sway and cast shadows. An octopus wrapped around her arm, following the span and clench of her fist with its little arms, watching the waves crash overhead but sitting calm in the drag of the undertow. It was the only peaceful place in the entire world, back then.

Lilith has found another one since then.

The proof copy of the book arrives festooned in bright customs stamps, stickers haphazard on the cardboard. Lilith scatters packing peanuts across her office floor when she opens it, makes a mental note to pick them up before paprika tries to eat them. The cover is what she expects, but it steals her breath. It’s the drawing of her octopus, tangled around the thinness of Lilith’s seven-year old arm. She can almost feel the water moving around her, the pressure of the suckers on her skin.

Camila finds her staring at it, coming gently into the room with a thermos of soup and half a plastic-wrapped loaf of bread under one arm. Hearing her, Lilith looks up, and there are tears in her eyes.

She blinks, slow, and Camila is there, leaning down to take Lilith's jaw in her hands, thumb swooping over her cheeks.

“It's here,” Lilith mumbles, inarticulate in the presence of her own tears.

And she can’t explain it, really.

Only that she was happy, back then. Curled up in her crab hoodie with her notebook, sketching the sea stacks that you can spot from on top of the cliffs. Her coloured pencils scattered in the sand as she switched between them, trying to capture the deep green of the kelp suffused in sunlight, the red trail of innards from the pyjama shark she hauled up onto the sand. Sea urchins and the quiet rustling of their spines. Jellyfish in their medusa-phase trailing their tentacles.

The peace of floating with them, of following fish and watching sessile creatures creep over the seabed. It was her home, her safest and most sacred place.

But she was also alone, and it was also lonely. Walking home to her unlatched window, she’d sneak down to steal crackers and cheese from the pantry, or cold cuts of ham from the refrigerator - bathed in that cold glow in her bare feet, hands covered in tiny punctures from handling sea urchins without care. She used to pour alcohol-based hand sanitizer over them in the kitchen sink, wincing, and then find the aftertaste of it on the crackers and the cheese.

“I just…” she leans into Camila's touch. “I miss being there, and I don't.”

Camila nods - and Lilith thinks she does understand, growing up poor, hungry, looking after her little brother when the money ran out mid-week.

She leans down, and Lilith rises to meet her, feeling for an instant like she’s back home, surging up towards the air and the light.

Cam kisses her, and Lilith lets her eyes flutter closed because this is it. Her second, sacred, peaceful place. And maybe she’s a fool for finding it in Camila's mouth, but Lilith is a lover of short-lived creatures.

And this one, at least, can also love her back.

#palmer station au #camilith #warrior nun #lilith the marine biologist 🥺#well done anon... you made me so much worse #(but ty for real this was the sweetest softest prompt)#casper writes

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supernovasilence · 3 months

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The Song Stuck In My Head

Late, but I'm determined to keep going with Futuristic Four Week. Prompt 2 was Role Swap, so please take this offering of time traveler!Hiro, actor!Wilbur, superhero!Penny, and scientist!Violet. I just want to get this posted so this is rushed and wildly unedited; I might clean it up before posting to ao3.

Summary: Something is wrong with the timeline. Gen/friendship, drama, mention of injuries but nothing super graphic.

Hiro’s hands shook, but he gulped in a deep breath and forced them steady. He couldn’t afford to spill any fuel.

He only had enough for one jump left as it was. If he ran out mid-travel…

Well, one way or another, he wasn’t redoing this.

He finished loading in the fuel, triple-checked that he had everything packed, quadruple-checked he had the right coordinates punched in, and drew in another deep breath.

A photo beamed at him from the dashboard: an old-fashioned polaroid, faded and crumpled now, the faces of the four kids in it starting to blur. The energy from repeated jumps was corroding the film. Sometimes it felt like it was doing the same to Hiro’s memory.

He pushed activate.

Flash!

Wilbur grinned into the light bursting across his face. He waved, paused for another storm of flashes, and kept weaving through the crowd. Flash—flash—flash; it seemed to take forever for him to reach the sanctuary of a bathroom.

Thankfully, it was empty. Wilbur exhaled hard and leaned on the sink. Looking up, he saw his reflection staring back at him. He was still grinning widely.

He shook his head like a dog shaking off water, grin dissolving somewhere along the way.

“Come on, Wilbur, keep it together,” he told himself.

He didn’t know why he felt so off tonight; premieres were easy. No acting to do except act like a cool, handsome TV star, and that Wilbur Robinson didn’t have to fake. Smile and wave and make sure to be seen by all the cameras, and don’t say anything rude to anyone. Easy peasy.

He was just…tired of events right now. He’d just come off a flurry of interviews to promote the new season, and now had bunch of premiers to attend (movies from the same studio they wanted to drum up publicity for), and after that they were jumping right back into filming for next season—Wilbur couldn’t remember the last time he’d been home.

One of his family members was always with him during shoots, of course, and he called the rest regularly, but it wasn’t the same. And just hanging out at the mall or park or chargeball court with friends seemed like a dream anymore.

For a moment, it really did seem like a dream. The mirror in front of him shimmered, and instead of pretentious tile, he saw funkily patterned carpet and neon lighting. A retro-style arcade, a Japanese boy with a robot hoodie leaning against a pinball machine, the redheaded girl playing scolding him not to make it tilt, mouth moving silently across the glass while the boy laughed just as silently, and the black-haired girl walking up to them with bags of gummy frogs and popcorn turned and looked back at—

Wilbur was standing in a glitzy bathroom staring at his own reflection. He felt dizzy for a moment, and then he had a headache, but by the time he rubbed at his temples, it had already gone.

“What the—”

He tapped the mirror. A second later he looked frantically around, but luckily the bathroom was still empty.

“Okay, I think that’s enough soda for one night. There’s no way I actually…”

Actually saw…he’d seen something right? He couldn’t remember what he’d thought was so strange about the mirror now.

Shrugging, Wilbur splashed some water on his face, checked his hair was perfect (it was, of course), and went back to rejoin the paparazzi party.

Penny climbed in her window and closed it as quietly as she could. It was harder than usual; her shoulder throbbed angrily. Peeling off her supersuit, she saw a nasty purple-black splotch across her upper arm.

She groaned—quietly; her mom did not need to know Penny was sneaking out to fight supervillains—and dug around for the first aid kit she kept under her bed. Crouching down and stretching out her arm didn’t play nicely with her tired body, and she teetered. A wave of vertigo swept her.

She fell, and while she fell her hands rubbed antiseptic into a cut on a girl’s arm, serious scarlet-and-black supersuit tied about her waist to reveal a cheery bubblegum pink tank top and a circus of bruises across her skin.

“Ow,” yelped one of the boys beside her, the one in the purple armor, as the one with hair like a black cockatoo’s crest tried to pull the armor off without jostling the other’s sprained wrist.

“This is exactly why you need our help,” complained the crested boy. “If you let us fight with you, you wouldn’t come home all banged up.”

“You don’t have any powers.” The armored boy shook his head. “It isn’t safe.”

“Neither do you!”

“I have genius intelligence and high-tech armor.”

“So why can’t you make us armor?” Penny asked.

“Do you really want to go through this every day?” the girl said, gesturing at her scraped up arm, as sarcastic as she was kind. “You two should—”

And then Penny slammed onto her bedroom floor, breathless and stinging with rugburn.

She just lay there, her shoulder aching and her eyes watering, but a moment later she realized her mom might have heard the thump and come to check on her. She grabbed the first aid kit and jumped under the covers with it.

When fifteen minutes had passed with no sign of her mom, Penny decided she was safe, and climbed out of bed again.

It took a bit of willpower; her bed was soft and she just wanted to go to sleep. She wasted no time changing fully out of her costume and into pajamas. Something flicked inside her head as she opened the first aid kit, pressed against the inside of her skull as she scrubbed dirt from her skinned palms and raw knuckles.

Crime-fighting would be so much easier in a team, she thought—and then was struck by how familiar the question was, like she’d asked it a dozen times before. Whatever it was pressed harder against Penny’s thoughts.

She almost had enough energy let to be curious about it. But the feeling came with a sense of vertigo, and she’d already fallen enough tonight. She shook her head, and was surprised to find her eyes wet; they shouldn’t still be stinging from her fall. She wiped them and pulled out ointment for her aching shoulder. A thought tried very hard to get into her head as she rubbed the ointment into her arm, but it wouldn’t come clear, and she was too tired to chase it. Maybe it wasn’t a thought at all, only exhaustion.

Shoving the first aid kit back under the bed, Penny climbed back under the covers. This time, she didn’t fight her weariness.

Violet rubbed her eyes, then looked at her worksheet again. The numbers refused to come clear. She glared at them.

“Oh, sure,” she mocked her past self. “I’ll just do a quick little investigation into the weird readings, even though Mr. Harrington told me it was just the sensors glitching. How long could it take? It’s not like being a teenager in college is hard enough.”

She sank back in her seat and sighed in frustration.

The thing was, the sensors were getting weird readings. And these weren’t the local weather station’s thermometer and windsock. These were state of the art pieces of equipment from a college science department—and a pretty good college, too; Violet’s scholarship afforded her that. Atmospheric pressure, gravitational shifts, a dozen other things that shouldn’t all be interconnected but were, somehow, in some pattern Violet could not figure out: they all said something was strange about the world.

Violet was pretty sure they said something was wrong.

But she couldn’t prove it, and if she didn’t do her actual homework, she was going to flunk right out of her scholarship. Shoving her hair angrily back from her face, she turned to grab her calculus notebook.

The cover shifted as she reached for it. It shook again, and again, harder each time, and then it flew open. The pages flipped past at high speed and the papers she had shoved inside it went flying. Violet shrieked and grabbed for them, but the whole room was suddenly filled with papers and empty chip bags and clothes and everything else light enough to be swept up by the wind buffeting the walls. Violet leapt for the window only to slam into cold glass; it was already closed. She whirled and stared at the room, clinging to the windowsill.

There was a flash of light—a deafening silence that left her ears ringing. And then everything was still. Lying on the floor in the middle of the room, where the chaos had been worst, was a small, metal object.

Violet walked over cautiously, waiting any moment for the laws of physics to go haywire again. They didn’t. She crouched down and peered at the object. It looked a little like a cellphone, and a lot like a prop from an old sci-fi TV show, assuming that prop had spent the last few decades being dropped and tossed in basements and dug out by kids who repaired it with duct tape and aluminum foil so they could use it to play space invaders. The cracked screen was blank and dark.

“You better not be giving off radiation,” Violet muttered, and picked it up.

The screen flickered to life.

“…ome in…nny? Wilbur? Anyo…Guys, if you’re there, please come in.”

Violet yelped and almost dropped the whatever-it-was (a communicator, apparently).

“Hello?” The crackly, compressed voice came again. “Is someone there? Hold on—”

The static covering the screen jerked, wavered into a different pattern of static, jerked again, and cleared enough for Violet to see a boy her own age looking out. He had either ash or a bruise smudged over his cheek, and around him Violet saw glimpses of tangled wires and control panels askew in their settings in…what? A machine? A lab? Wavering, distorted images moved nauseatingly on a glass panel behind the boy’s head.

He looked up from whatever buttons he was worrying over and at the screen with a rather desperate expression. His entire face lit up.

“Violet?” He laughed in disbelief, then whooped, pumping his fist in the air and directly into the glass overhead; it must be a dome, because the entire thing bonged ominously. He flinched away, looking fearfully at it, but nothing happened. He shook his hand. “Ow… Violet, are you okay?”

“Who are you, and how do you know my name?”

He stared, and then his frantic look came back.

“No, no, you have to know me. It wasn’t supposed to be this long—you should still remember—”

“Remember what? Who are you?”

The boy looked at her, and for a moment she thought he might cry. She was left breathless at how much it hurt. Something inside her sat up and whispered inaudibly along as the boy said:

“Hiro. I’m Hiro Hamada. I’m your friend.”

“I’ve never met you before.”

“But you should have; don’t you get it?” Violet just stared at him. He shoved his hands into his hair. “We’re best friends—us and Wilbur and Penny. But something happened, and now everything’s wrong.”

He stopped to draw in a breath. This was Violet’s chance to tell him whatever he was mixed up sounded dangerous, and if he kept stalking her, she was going to call the police. And then turn off the communicator. But he looked so upset, and the communicator had appeared in her room in the middle of indoor storm. And something was wrong. She knew it was.

Hiro was the first person who’d believed her.

She sat on her bed and tightened her grip on the communicator.

“What do you mean, ‘wrong’?” she asked.

“I don’t know exactly.” Hiro gestured in frustration. “I think the timeline got changed. I just keep getting weird readings on everything, but I don’t know what they mean! I think maybe time travel’s not actually my field, so I don’t really know what I’m doing. Except I don’t know how I know that, and—”

“What’s the tensile strength of steel?” Violet blurted.

“Uh—” Hiro blinked at her. “It’s, it’s not a constant. It depends on the grade of the steel and thickness of your material.You want to consider yield strength and elongation percentage, too, so depending on what you’re building…”

He trailed off, then drew in an uneven breath. He looked at Violet with wide eyes. She looked back with a hammering heart.

“Let’s not go off in a spiral,” she said, snarky tone rather shaky.

“How did you know to do that?” Hiro asked.

Violet shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

They stared at each other for a moment, and then she watched determination spark in Hiro’s eyes.

“Something’s wrong with the timeline, and now I have to put it right. We have to put it right.”

“Who’s we?” Violet asked, even though part of her felt she already knew, lost names on the tip of her tongue…

“You and me, Wilbur, and Penny. I—” Hiro suddenly looked sheepish. “I don’t really know who they are, or you. But the anomalies all center around the four of us, so either we did something in the original timeline, or someone else was messing with time travel and we’re involved. Does that makes sense?”

“None of this makes sense.” Violet’s head was spinning. “How do you even fix a broken timeline?”

“I think we can if we put things back the way they were. There are rules about time travel—key events? I’m kinda guessing here. I was hoping you’d know.”

“I don’t know.” Violet hesitated. “Maybe one of the others does.”

“You see what I’m dealing with?” Hiro cried. “I know things, but I don’t know how I know. I definitely think one of you knows more about time travel than I do. I was trying to fix things, but I messed up. The last jump stranded me…whenever this is, and now I don’t have enough fuel to get out. I barely managed to get the comm out.” He looked around at the swirling colors. “I think I’m between whenevers, actually.”

Violet realized the wavering scenes weren’t on the glass, but behind it. A shiver of horror went down her back.

“Is there anything you can do?”

Hiro looked back at her, and the fear in his face softened away again. He grinned at her.

“I have a plan. But I need your help—Wilbur and Penny, too, if we can find them.”

Violet hesitated again. This was insane. And if it wasn’t insane it was wildly dangerous, not just to her but potentially to the entire world—the entire time-space continuum. But she liked Hiro’s grin. She felt like she could take on the world with that grin at her side. Maybe the four of them had, in the old timeline.

“I’m going to be grounded for a decade if we destroy the universe, you know,” she said. “What do you need me to do?”

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themaiden05 · 1 year

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Fate ( part 2)

pairing : kartik aaran x fem reader

part1 ; https://www.tumblr.com/themaiden05/714953202326437888/fate-part-1?source=share

kartik couldn't stop thinking about her. Y/n , Y/n , Y/n it was all he could think about. how could he love someone he doesnt even know so madly? he didnt have an answer for that . she was making him feel all kinds of emotions and not just love, she was making him anxious at time , what if she believes all the kriti x kartik shipping going around the internet? what if she ships them too? what if she has a boyfriend? what if she has a fiancee? no no that cant be ,she's can only be y/n aaryan tiwari ! he wouldnt let any duffer's surname even get close to her. what if she's already married ? what if she is out of his reach already? His thoughts were getting ahold of him. He even called his sister Y/n once , good thing she didnt pay attention . he searched her up on instagram , facebook , twitter but there were a million women with the name Y/n, Not knowing her surname made it worse. a lot of public profiles , and profiles with a Dp was out of the way , kartik knew what his y/n looked like, he didnt even need to look at the screenshot he took, her face was imprinted onto his heart . but then there were a lot of profiles with no profile pictures or random profile pictures . he wasnt even sure if her name was her account name so social media was a fail

"any lead?" kriti asked . she was as dedicated in finding kartik's dream girl as he was

"nope, nothing yet"

" what if we just ask the principal of the college for some info?"

"and what are we gonna say? hello sir! I am in love with one of your students , so can I get her instagram id and biodata. he would kick us both out"

"yeah! youre right. did you get anything else from the college website?"

"NO , what we found before was the only thing about her in the entire website"

" you know what Im hungary, lets go eat something . Ive heard there's a new chinese restaurant in town" kriti said standing up from her chair

"no yaar , Im not hungry!"

" I heard its near lourde college"

kartik jumped up from his seat

"what are we waiting for? lets go , Im so hungry!"

kriti laughed at his newfound excitement

"ya lets go"

kartik and kriti had done their best to disguise themselves. they dont want the pap to spread yet another rumour of them being heads over heel in love with each other. the huge glasses , beanie ,mask and hoodie were certainly doing there job . no one has recognised them yet. they find a table and sit facing each other.

"oh my god kartik"

"what is it kriti?" kartik asks .

"its-

kriti didnt even have to finish . kartik could sense the familiar scent . he could hear someone sitting on the chair behind them. he turned around. she was right there. His y/n . In a satin green dress, her hair opened and flying slightly in the wind. Her eyes are searching for someone. kartik's heart drops once he sees the guy walking towards her , smiling . he sees her smiling back . The smle he always imagined shed give him when he says how beautiful she is to him , The smile she'd give him when he gets her flowers and give her a pecks on her cheek before leaving for shooting. But he isnt the one getting that smile from her right now and it breaks his heart . He isnt some kabir singh to go out there to force her away from him. she looks happy and thats what he'd want the most , for her to be happy

"sorry , I'm late "

"its ok adi"

kartik hears them talk. kriti is ranting about something but kartik can focus only on what you are saying.

"ehh, youre wearing this green dress again?

"its my favourite dress adi "

"it looks shitty"

what kind of a man is he ? who talks to their girlfriend like that? if he doesnt like the dress why doesnt he just tell it to her nicely? why is she letting him talk to her like that? a million question runs over his head

'' Im gonna use the restroom real quick"

"ya ok but dont take ages. I have to go soon after this , i cant be stuck with you for too long"

stuck with her? where did she even find this douchebag from ? who can't even spend some time with her? Is she hurt from what he said ? has she gone to the restroom to cry?

"im gonna go check on her kriti"

"what!? kartik but-" kriti doesnt even finish before kartik jumps over the chair and walks over to the restroom.

as kartik walks in he sees y/n standing in front of the mirror. she doesnt look like she cried but what if she's really good at hiding emotions

"y/n" kartik calls out.

"who are you?" she looks terrified . thats when kartik remembered his glasses mask and beanie , he looks like a goddamn serial killer. he takes off his glasses and mask

"kartik aaryan?"

"you dont have to call my entire name like that! just call me kartik or koki"kartik ranted out . he could hear his heart beat out of his chest. he could see her blushing

"what are you doing here?"

"oh my friend wanted to try out this restaurant!"

"The restaurant or its women's restroom?"

"oh shit ! this is the women's restroom? great here we go again . I swear im not a pervert , fate just brings me into women's restrooms sometimes"

"fate?" y/n starts laughing . she looks so pretty to him doing so

"this is yours i assume?" kartik takes out her badge from his pocket. good thing he takes it everywhere with him to remind him of her

"oh yeah ! i had lost it the day i met you at another women's restroom"

they both chuckle and walks out kartik puts his glasses and mask back on . he wants to say and ask a lot more but the fact that she has a boyfriend waiting for her stops him. he still muster up the courage to ask her full name but before he could finish they are interrupted by someone. its adi he is still looking down at his phone as he speaks

"i have to go now "

"but we didnt even order yet"

''oh come on man, we'll do this some other time and besides i promised riya from office a movie together"

kartik is on the verge of losing his shit . how can he talk to his girlfriend like that and choose another women over her? why isnt she saying anything?

adi takes his eyes of his phone and looks at the man in front of him

"who's this duffer?"

kartik loses his shit completely and punches him on his nose. adi stumbles back in pain

"thats what you get for treating youre girlfriend like that "

"bhaiyya!!!" y/n runs from kartik's behind to adi

"bhaiyya?oh fuck" kriti always told kartik he's dumb and now it was as if he has realised it

"what the fuck man? who's girlfriend? what girlfriend?" adi asks while covering his nose with his hand

kartik runs over to him

"im so sorry bhaiyya! there was a huuuge misunderstanding"

"whaaaat!? who the hell are you man and why the hell are you calling me bhaiyya"

"you are her bhaiyya , youre my bhaiyya why does it matter bhaiyya?"

y/n chuckles at kartik's remark and their eyes meet . kartik is so relieved that this man he just punched is no one other than his future brother in law but it really was kind of a bad first impression but he'll make up for it

"y/n ask this guy to leave" adi grunts in pain

"koki ! leave"

"koki? so no more kartik aaryan"

y/n blushed and looked down

"ill get going now bhaiyya do put some ice on it itll be alright"

"get outta here dickhead before i punch you back"

"ok ok" before he left he leaned closer to y/n

"you know where to find me" and he walked away from his y/n who was now a blushing mess and her brother a bloody mess.......

(bhaiyya: brother)

to be continued......

#kartik aaryan x reader #kartik aaryan #kriti sanon #bollywood x reader #strangers to lovers

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oyesmendes · 2 years

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love is just a word - 3

a/n: am i scheduling this to come out early?? you will never know! but part three is out, and ngl this one felt a bit like a filler to me... but hopefully all that happens makes up for the drama in the next part hehhehe. i wanna hear your thoughts - who do you think is end game for Y/N? and how do you want this story to end? let me know what you guys think!! as usual, lots of love from me <3

read part two here!

Milan, Italy

One thing you could never learn to love, even after all your experience, is travelling. Hours on end on a plane to another city, the clammy feeling on your face and body when you land, jet lag, crowds at the airport, the list could go on. You hated being on planes, but for the first time in your life, you felt nothing but happiness to be on an eight hour flight to see the man of your dreams. Okay, too corny? Who cares. You landed in Milan after being in New York for less than 48 hours, and spent the last eight hours using complimentary wifi to watch different YouTube videos starring Pierre. You didn’t mean to be a creep, but you wanted to get to know Pierre as much as possible, in the shortest time you could. So far you’ve only gathered how he takes his morning coffee, and the faces he make when he was thinking of something, but that wasn’t enough for you to fall in love and gallop into the sunset with him. You’re still staring at your phone, headphones on your ears until you make it into the arrival hall and you see Pierre grinning at you.

“Mon amour.” He spins you around like you’re in one of those cheesy romcoms which makes you squeal.

“Mi guapo.” You kiss him, so passionately you almost forget you’re in public. Yes, it had only been 48 hours since you last saw him. And you may or may not have had him on FaceTime every waking moment you could, but this is Pierre you were talking about, how could you resist not seeing him? He takes you to his apartment, situated just outside the city centre of Milan. His home was gorgeous — nothing you’d expect out of a twenty-five year old bachelor.

"Welcome home, chérie."

He shows you to his room, or “our” room, as he insisted, and leads you to a corner of his closet which was emptied out for you. In fact, Pierre had emptied out specific corners of his apartment for you — you had a side at the bathroom sink, your own mug which he proudly handpicked, some of your favourite snacks in the kitchen, and even a little drawer in the living room to leave whatever knick-knacks you had to. Things were moving fast between you, and in any normal situation you would’ve been scared shitless; but this was Pierre, a formula one driver who lived more than half his life on the go. It was natural that he moved fast and wanted to settle down, so you decided to join the ride with him, full send, as Daniel would've said.

The next morning, Pierre is out of the house as the sun rose, starting his pre-season workout with Pyry. You took the chance to laze in bed for another hour before pulling on one of his hoodies and making yourself a bowl of cereal. You’re standing at the kitchen island, shoving granola and milk into your mouth while catching up on the news when you hear the lock to the apartment turn. You think it’s Pierre, and you’re making your way closer to the door when it opens slowly, and an older lady walks in carrying some grocery bags. Immediately you want to shriek and the older woman spots you as well, taking a second look at the unit number plastered on the wall outside.

“Uhhhh.. this is Pierre’s house?” She questions. You’re racking your brain at the familiar face in front of you when you realise. It's Pascale. Pierre’s mother.

“Yes! Oh Yes! He’s out on a run with Pyry, I just-“ you stop when you see the smirk on her face. You’re fiddling with the sleeves of Pierre’s hoodie and she notices what you’re wearing as well, the iconic driver number is too hard to miss.

“Pascale, Pierre’s mother.” You nod shyly, “Y/N, I’m so sorry we had to meet like this.” She’s placing the bags on the countertop and laughing,

“Oh don’t worry honey, you’re fine! I should be sorry that I intruded like this, I sent Pierre a text message last night but had no reply, so I just decided to let myself in.” Last night. Sexy time. That’s why his phone was buzzing so much. Heat rises to your cheeks as you rush to place the bowl and cup in the sink. Pascale is unpacking the groceries and she gestures for you to come over.

“I went to the farmer’s market this morning, and I got these tomatoes, look how beautiful they are.” She hands you an heirloom tomato the dark green and red pattern on the fruit indeed looking like art.

“These would be great with some mozzarella,” she continues. You’re only nodding, still too embarrassed by the incident earlier. Pascale was set to leave after dropping off the groceries, but ends up staying when you insist on making her a cup of coffee. You couldn’t help but be so drawn to her motherly energy, especially after being away from home for awhile. So here you are sitting in Pierre’s apartment with his mother, talking about eight year old Pierre in a go-kart.

“So he got bullied off the track by Charles?”

“Yes- Oh the aftermath of them arguing with each other, now when I look at them it seemed so funny.”

Laughter erupts as Pierre enters his home with Pyry behind him, and they both give each other questionable looks. Its only when he rounds the corner that he sees you sitting and laughing with your head thrown back, and his mother- wait, his mother?!

“Mama?” Pascale is mid-laugh as well when she notices Pierre and Pyry.

“Oh honey, you’re back! I came over with some groceries from the farmers market and met Y/N.” She eyes Pierre and he’s so shocked he just nods. His eyes move to you and you shrug, smiling at him. He walks over to hug his mother, and she’s kissing him on the cheek.

“You didn’t answer your phone last night so I just came over, I didn’t think you’d have a guest over.” She shoots Pierre another look and his cheeks are pink. He mutters and apology to his mother before returning to your side, while Pyry is making coffees for the both of them.

“Well, I should probably make a move now, don’t want to be interrupting you all.”

“Oh no, you should stay! We don’t have any plans today, and I would love to hear more stories of Pierre.” Pascale laughs, squeezing your arm,

“I’ll tell you more when I see you at the next race.”

You nod shyly when she winks at you. She says goodbye to Pyry, and Pierre walks her to the door. She kisses him on the cheek and whispers into his ears, “She’s a good one, Pierre”

The door closes and Pierre turns to see you with your arms folded, “You couldn’t tell me that your mom was in town?”

He comes forward to hug you and you hear Pyry fake gag.

“That would have ruined the surprise, wouldn’t it?” You roll your eyes, pulling away from him. Pyry was getting their breakfast started, and you helped by washing the vegetables.

“Hey,” he hugs you from behind, “don’t worry, she loves you.”

“I’m not worried.”

“Yes you are,” he counters.

“I’m not-“

“Will you two lovebirds give me a break, please.” Pyry pleads as he holds up three eggs in his hands. Pierre has a look of mischief on his face in which you mirror, and the both of you stalk over to smother Pyry in a hug.

“I don’t mean it like that!” His arms are above his head, trying not to drop any of the eggs in his hand. You’re both squeezing him tightly and when he tries to move, both of you move along with him.

“C’mon you love us, right Pyry? Right?”

“Yes okay okay! Now get off, please!”

Bahrain, race week

“We’re really going to do this?” You ask, pulling the hood of your sweater over your head to hide your flat ass plane hair. Pierre nods, eyeing the baggage aisle for both your bags. You both arrived in Bahrain together, despite Carlos’ protests and arguments that you should keep the relationship lowkey for now. Pierre was supportive of any decision you would’ve come to, but you were ultimately the one to decide if you wanted to be public. So you said yes. But the fans outside the arrival hall doors scared you a little, with all their phones out and some of them even shouting both your names.

You started off a little worried, obliging when fans asked for photos with you instead of Pierre. You were afraid of their opinions and judgements, about what they would say online. But little did you know, the fans loved it. The moment the pictures started circulating, it was social media on steroids. Every fan account, wags account and even the official formula one page were reposting those pictures. There were haters, but the love outgrew the hate, and you were so glad to be welcomed by the fans once again. You arrived with Pierre at the hotel, meeting some of the other drivers who also just arrived at the lobby. Pierre was in conversation with Charles while you were at the concierge filling in the paperwork for your room.

“Did you have to make such a scene for yourself?” Carlos said in a low voice as he stood beside you.

“A scene? What are you talking about, Carlos?” You’re digging the pen into the paper, speaking through gritted teeth. Was he really being serious right now?

“The airport, pictures with you and Pierre leaving together. You’re telling me that wasn’t on purpose?”

“On purpose? For who? For what? You? Get off your high horse, cabrón!” You scoff, snatching your room keys from the reception. Carlos is stalking behind you, trying to keep it cool so he doesn’t cause a commotion. Pierre doesn’t notice until you’re grabbing your bags and stomping off. He’s hot on Carlos’ heels, trying to keep up so he could reach you first.

“Castaña, I’m just looking out for you-”

“That’s not needed anymore.” Pierre says from behind. A wave of defeat hits Carlos when he hears him. You’re still fuming, pressing on the lift button in hopes that it will travel faster. Pierre takes the bags from your hands and stands next to you, but your anger gets the best of you, and you stomp towards Carlos.

“I don’t need you to look out for me.” You seethed. That was the crack that caused the entire tsunami of words you were about to hurl at Carlos.

“The only reason I’m here,” you poke his chest, causing him to backup a step, “is because tía spent three hours on the phone, begging me to come here. She wanted me to support you and I’m trying, chilli, I really am. I’m doing this for our family, and everyone else to be happy. Anything in between that isn’t for you to comment or judge. I am no longer yours, and you don’t get to tell me what’s right or wrong.”

You stormed off with Pierre into the lift and up to your shared hotel room, leaving Carlos behind. He was shocked to say the least. He didn't know the reason behind your appearance this year, so to have you throw a bucket of cold water over him like that really shook him thoroughly.

Bahrain, race day

Carlos tried to keep the peace between you the entire weekend, and you stayed civil, not giving him the cold shoulder when you were surrounded by others, helping the both of you maintain a good façade. You both played your parts, smiling as you entered the paddock together on race day, donning one of the bright red team shirts you were handed earlier in the week. Yes you were annoyed with Carlos, but you cared for him as well, and naturally you then cared for his career. So you showed up when you were told, acted like you were told to and it made everyone happy. Many fans were speculating why you did not turn up with Pierre during the weekend, but the observant ones would notice the white cap labelled with your favourite initials and favourite number, clipped on the backpack you carried everywhere.

The race went horrible for Pierre. It started with losing his front wing, and ending up with a DNF by the end of the race. You were in the Ferrari garage, trying your best to be supportive of the team and Carlos, but you couldn’t help staring at the words “GAS” moving down the rankings as time went by. Pierre was out before the race ended, and all you wanted to do was be with him instead of being surrounded by a sea of red; but you stood in your place, try hard to focus on Carlos and his red mobile weaving through the track. You’re just blankly staring at the screen at this point, not even paying any attention to his position or the comms that you could hear in your ears. You see the chequered flag and the team clapping, just happy to have both cars in top ten, and you’re out of the garage immediately. There you see him, in the middle of the media pen, just wrapping up an interview with one of the journalists and he spots you immediately.

It looked dramatic, and ridiculous even, the Ferrari girl running towards an Alpha Tauri driver, but you couldn’t care less. He was in your arms in an instant, wrapping you close to his body.

“I’m so sorry, amor.” You’re whispering into his ear. Pierre doesn’t say much, just burying his head into the crook of your neck. You look over to see his PR manager with soft eyes, but she was also internally begging for the two of you to break away. You pull away from him first telling him to go, that you would come soon. He nods, head hung low as he follows his team back to the hospitality building. You enter the Ferrari hospitality, going into Carlos’ drivers room to pick your bag up, and change into a plain t-shirt before heading out. The alphatauri building wasn’t far off, and you slipped in with the paddock pass Pierre handed you earlier, finding your way around to his driver’s room. Pyry spots you, and he points you in the right direction which you were very grateful for as you made a dash up the short flight of stairs. You burst into the room, which made Pierre jump but he smiles when he sees you standing there, his cap on your head. He’s sitting on the tiny sofa in the room, arms open and you snake your way into them.

“Thank you for being here.” He mumbles into your shoulder. You hum in response, just holding him in your arms quietly. You’re drifting off when the door suddenly opens, causing the both of you to jump.

“Right, now I have to remember to knock.” Pyry stands in the doorway, covering his eyes with one hand. Pierre is throwing something at him as he closes the door, sending all of you into a fit of laughter. He shouts from the other side of the door, “You have two minutes to finish, gotta get to the press conference!”

You groan, hiding your face in Pierre’s chest. You could feel the vibration of his laughter in his chest and you want to capture this moment in your memory forever.

“Guess I gotta go,” he mumbles into a kiss.

“I better head back too, Carlos probably already has a search party out for me.” You joke.

Pierre opens the door and Pyry is standing outside, a mischievous look on his face as his eyes dart between the two of you. Pierre has him take a picture for the both of you with your camera, to commemorate your first race with him, and although it was a shitty race, you’re both grinning like lovestruck idiots in them that it makes everyone think he was the champion. He posts a story immediately, typing the caption as he walks you out to the paddock.

pierregasly: Always winning with you ❤️

You’re reposting the story while making your way back to the Ferrari garage, and you see that both drivers had already returned from media duties, fist bumping each one of the crew members. Charles comes over to hug you first, and you’re congratulating him for his P6 finish.

“Nice cap mate.” He winks at you and your eyes widen, quickly pulling the cap off your head. Carlos comes over next, and you hug him tightly, congratulating him on his P8 finish as well. It’s comforting for the both of you to be in each other’s arms, no matter how much shit has gone down.

“Good job Chilli,” you’re pulling away and he thanks you as you both make your way to his driver’s room.

“I didn’t see you at the Parc ferme.” Carlos states. Right. Parc ferme was another tradition between the two of you. You’d wait there after every race, no matter what position he finished, you were the first one to pull his sweaty body toward yours. This was the first season where you’d been to a race and wasn’t standing where he thought you would be. You muster up some courage, knowing how the following words could potentially hurt him,

“I was with Pierre.”

Carlos’ shoulders tensed and relaxed almost in an instant, but he just opens the door to his drivers room with you following behind him.

“Okay.” He doesn’t look you in the eyes when he responds.

Okay? The words felt odd, not forced, but odd. There’s a nagging feeling in your chest, telling you that this is your chance to speak with him.

“Look, Chilli I-“

“I said okay.” He cuts you off as he jumps to sit on the massage table and sips on what’s left in his bottle. You stand in the middle of the small room, hands resting on your hips.

You were met with silence, his eyes not meeting yours as he focused on the stain on the wall.

“Carlos-“

“It’s not the right-“ he cuts you off again.

“Will you let me speak?” There was a growing frustration within you, and every part of your body was trying to suppress it. Carlos doesn’t say anything, and you take it as your queue to continue,

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry that things are not how they used to be. And I know that you’re upset, even though you’re trying so hard not to show it.” You walk towards the furthest end of the room, back leaning against the wall.

It was silent again, and you couldn’t decipher his facial expression. You call out to him one more time, and his eyes finally meet yours. He’s biting on the straw from his bottle, his grip around it loose as he lets the words fall out flatly, “you can leave now.”

You hear the words fall out of his mouth and you feel like you were thrown back to your 21st birthday. You want to open your mouth to say something, but decided against it. There was no use fighting anymore. Carlos watches as you stand up straight, walking out of his room without saying a word. You make your way to the AlphaTauri building, slipping past the crowds to get to Pierre’s room. You weren’t sure if he would be there, but you needed to find an escape, and he was your paradise.

The door swings open and Pierre is in the middle of taking off his shirt when he sees you standing by the doorway.

“Chérie, what’s wrong?” You don’t say anything and Pierre makes his way to you, leading you into the room before closing and locking the door behind him. He engulfs you in a hug and you melt into his touch, hot tears staining your cheeks. Pierre knows the exact person behind your tears, and its taking him everything to not walk over to the bright red building and swing his fists at Carlos. His jaw tightens, but he still holds you gently in his arms.

“Ma belle, did he hurt you?” Pierre asks and you shake your head. The words replay again and again in your mind.

Carlos told me to leave. I didn’t make the cut again. I am not a priority.

“He told me to leave.” You’re saying in between sniffles, “again. He told me to leave again.”

You hear Pierre mutter a string of French under his breath, and judging by the tone you know it isn’t him professing his love to you in a foreign language. He rubs comforting circles on your back and the both of you stay like this for a while before he pulls away to look at you.

“You know that I will never leave you, right?” Your heart swells at his words. It wasn’t often that you felt like this, in fact, you haven’t felt like this since Carlos. The emotions that you felt for this man was true love, despite only knowing him for three weeks and you were not sure if you could keep that secret to yourself anymore. So you just nod at his words, and Pierre plants a kiss on your forehead. Not many other words are shared between the both of you as you prepare to leave the race venue for the airport. There was still a tangle in your brain, struggling to put the right thoughts together. Pierre notices your daze as you both stood to wait for the ride to the airport and he squeezes your hand. He was about to say something when you cut him off, the both of you letting out breathy laughs.

“Let me speak first.” He nods, letting you go on. You nervously look from his lips to his eyes, either say it now or forever hold your peace, Y/N.

“I love you, Gasly.”

He looked taken aback and you were afraid he didn't feel the same. but then pulls you in tightly towards him, pressing a kiss to your lips so passionately you nearly fall to your knees. He couldn’t believe you beat him to saying those three words first, but it filled him with absolute joy, knowing that the feelings were mutual. Pierre is hugging you tightly, head buried in your neck when you hear him whisper,

“I love you too, chérie.”

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ciaossu-imagines · 3 months

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Omg hiii lovely! Hearing about your dream wedding with Skull just warmed my heart so much omg 🥹 I would be bawling with happiness seeing y’all get matching wedding bands tattooed together 😭🤍 your unconscious mind was onto something with that one :’)

I just thought I’d drop in to share that my villain origin story was ~10 years ago I had this wild dream that I rigged a beauty pageant and stole the crown just to go rob a giant department store after 💀 and.. Squalo was there, he was my husband? and he asked me to steal pick him up a new coat while I was at the shops and then basically went “k congrats on the trophy b see ya later”

he’s revisited me a few times in my dreams since, but my favourite had to be this one dream where he was wearing the new fur coat and we were attending a ball 😅 and it was fine until the whole building started kabooming (I could go into detail about how but it would be like a poorly described director’s cut inception-esque shitty action movie)

My dreams tend to be really entertaining and ridiculous whenever I remember them, and I love when my brain just sprinkles in the squalo husband subplot 🤤 another really cute moment was when he was sooo annoyed about me taking my hoodie off to check the tag, because I only had a sports bra or something underneath and he was so grumbly and standing in front of me to cover my shameless ass from the view of the public 🧍🏻‍♂️ SO CLEARLY my subconscious mind is not letting me cease my simping for this fictional character I hope my husband visits me again soon🫡

Aaanyway, thank you for opening up a space for me to blab, please take care of yourself amidst the busy work schedule! All my best wishes xoxo🫀🖤🩸🤍

Admin Says: Okay, first off, noooo thank you for coming into the space and sharing this because it is wild, hilarious, amazing, and cute all at the same time and I loved it so, so much! And thank you for the well wishes for work. It's hectic - the walk-in clinic operates out of the same building our pharmacy does and they just extended their hours, and where it's nearly impossible to get a family doctor around here, a lot of people use it and then come get their scripts filled with us and of course nobody wants to come back to pick up and they won't understand why we can't just do their prescriptions right away…anyway, nope, no venting about work! Not when we can talk about this submission because oh my god. I thought my dreams were crazy and vivid and wonderful at times!

I have just so many questions on this and I feel it could legit be made into a movie and audiences would flock to watch it. Though this…this is a villain origin story I could get behind. One, beauty pageant crowns deserve to be stolen and that whole system is already rigged beyond belief so I fully support dream you in getting in there and making mischief! Was the crown necessary to rob the bank? Or was it just a case of…well, I committed this crime, let's see what other ones I can pull off? I love husband Squalo just being chill about it too and just being like 'need a new coat, can you grab me one with all that stolen cash, oh and your crown is fucking minty and you look good, babe'. Also, totally agree with your mind on the fact that Squalo definitely seems like the fur coat kind of person.

Also….I love the dream about the ball and you and Squalo attending it when shit just starts to blow up. Begs the question why everything started to go kaboom? Was it random or were you guys behind it? Did the pagentry theivery and robbing a bank kick off a grand run of you and Squalo going Bonnie and Clyde on everyone?? The world needs to know hahaha!!!

But seriously, you and Squalo are so cute in all your dreams and I love it so much. Fun fact, but your dream husband is my fictional found family in KHR and the one who walks me down the aisle in anything wedding related in my mind so like…I just support that man having an amazing spouse like you!!

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starrrlights · 2 years

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Untill I make you mine

Movie : zombies

Pairing : Zed x gn reader

Warnings : mutual pinning, curse words, long af, slow ish burn friends to lovers,

Summary : being more then friends with Zed seems like a fantasy, but maybe dreams do come true

A/n : you and Zed are basically "flirty friends."

Favorite color - f/c

Favorite drink - f/d

Favorite flavor - f/f

Any toppings - a/ts

^ means humming the song

…………………………………….……………….

It was like every other day, same boring classes and the same people over and over again. And it was driving you nuts.

Staying in the same spot you have always been in, hearing the teacher blabbering and yapping about some world famous inventer. You could hear other people's boredom from the other side of the room. About to knock yourself unconscious, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see the famous green haired zombie and best friend; Zed.

"yea?" Even though you hated your teacher, you did not want to have detention. So whispering will have to do.

"having fun?" You wanted to slap his pretty little face of his but you held back.

"yea, this class is so great. I wish it wouldn't end". You spat out sarcastically. Giving Zed a quick check out, you put out a stupid little grip. " So how is you doing, looking unbelievably handsome everyday?" giving a wink, you quickly notice the slight blush on zeds cheeks.

Zed bit his bottom lip, trying to show what you had done to him.

'im doing unbelievably well. Thank you very much." Setting his chin on his palm and smiling.

'God his smile is so damn cute.' smiling, and turning around. You finally broke. Your face becoming hot and putting on a shit eating grin. You liked that boy so much, but you new best friend-crush would never like you back.

…

Love wasn't the word to describe what Zed felt for you. Starstruck? Whipped? Mesmerized? All he knows is that he had fallen hard. You were out of his league! Every time you told him that you were serious that no one had a crush on you, he wanted to slap you gorgeous face and tell how he felt to you.

But that would never end the way he would like. Would you reject him? Would you laugh in his face and make him the laughing stock?

I mean, he 'knew' that you didn't like him the same way. He swear you had feelings for Wyatt when to guys met. Even though Wyatt and Addison are the founders and leaders of the 'zedxy/n' club

But maybe he had one chance on confessing and that was tonight.

…

You were walking over to the front doors to feel freedom, but only to be stopped by Zed.

"can we hang out later? We don't have homework and I believe you're free."

"yea sure. 5:30?"

"yea, I'll meet you at your place"

"alright then, see you!"

…

Zed had texted you saying how you were having a bonfire. And would be staying the night in his dad's camper that he had borrowed. The weather for tonight would be clear and mosquitoes won't bother you by the fire so you were excited.

Packing your stuff in you bag was easy. Hoodie, sweatpants, and a change of clothes. (And whatever else you want). It was 5:00. So you had time.

You were sitting on your porch swing when you see a familiar car park in front of your house. You quickly got up from your seat to greet zed.

"Hey darlin' " wiggling his eyebrows, you giggle and shake your head.

"Don't call me darlin' " your chest hurt at your own words. Of course you wanted to be called darlin', but it seemed to much like a joking manner then you wanted it to be.

"Well, I will call you darlin' and everything will be okay"

You rolled your eyes and gestured to his car.

' Cause I know that I am yours and you are mine '

"We going somewhere or no?" Zed snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you.

" yea, yeah. Hold on"

...

' Doesn't matter anyway, He doesn't ever like me more then a friend'

Zed had let you change in to p.j's in the camper. Hoping that you weren't taking long. You Finnish and pick up the clothes you wore earlier. Baggy shorts and a t-shirt. Not the best to protect yourself from mosquitoes.

Zed said that later in the night, we'll take a walk, it's nothing funny, Just to talk.

But you feel like there's more to that.

You open the campers door and walk outside to see that zed was gone and there was a fire with 2 chairs by it. Figured that he probably is in the camper or getting more wood at a near by store.

You go sit in the f/c chair and zone out. Tapping your foot and staring at the fire out of boredom. Only to feel a hand on your shoulder. You snap your head to the direction of the hands owner only to see zed.

"You scared me" you breath in and out before turning around and to see if you have you phone in you pocket or not. Hearing a shuffle and a chair squeak. Your eyes look up to see zed in a tank top, gray sweatpants and his somewhat oversized letterman jacket. The sight takes your breath away, only realizing you staring.

You find you phone in your left pocket. You quickly make it look like you were busy only to feel eyes on you. Not raising your head. Your eyes follow back to zed again. Only now his eye were looking at you. Omg, he was checking you out. Not in a perverted way btw

You two quickly look away only to feel hot in the face.

'Crap'

...

'She caught me, crap!'

Zeds plan had not went to plan. He wanted to see if you wanted to get ice cream in the diner near by. But never knew how to bring it up.

' fuck it '

"Y/n, you want to go to the diner for icecream?"

You look at him, and smile.

"Sure, why not"

...

The car ride was somewhat awkward. You rested your arm on the center counsel. Having your hand raised in the air.

Zed kept glancing at the hand. He wanted to hold your hand so bad.

'Please let me put your hand in mine. I want You to know that I want to be with you all the time. I want You to know that I won't stop until I make you mine'

Zed parks the car in front of the diner and you both pile out.

You open the door and a wind of sweets and food hit you.

"Omg, it smells so good in here" you walk over to a booth in the corner by the candy section. You could never get used to this smell.

"HI, I will be your server for today. Do you know what you want to drink?" A woman , looking like she was in her early 20's asked. Holding out 2 menus.

"Uh, f/d please." So say, quickly opening to the dessert section on the menu.

"Lemonade please" zed answers. Slowly opening the menu to look through.

"Alright, I'll be back when I have your drinks" the waitress walked away to do her job and you had already knew what you wanted. F/f with a/ts.

"Let me guess, you're getting vanilla with vanilla?" You joke, knowing that's all zed gets.

"Yeah, yeah. Joke all you want". He laughs and your heart flutters. 'Damn' was all you thought while looking at zed. You broke into a grin and laugh.

You both get your drinks and order your ice-cream.

You pull out you phone and scroll on your feed. Trying to be occupied unstead of waiting 8-15 minutes for your ice cream.

The speakers start playing a song you recognize. 'Make you mine' was the song. The song you wish to sing but that would, 1: be embarrassing, and 2: stupid. You could never. And you couldn't sing to save your life.

You slowly start tapping your foot to the beat and then start humming.

^You know that I won't stop until I make you mine, Until I make you mine. Well, I have called you darlin' and I'll say it again, again. So kiss me 'til I'm sorry, babe, that you are gone and I'm a mess^

"-And I'll hurt you and you'll hurt me and we'll say things we can't repeat"

Zed whispers the lyrics. Glancing at you to keep humming.

^" Put your hand in mine. You know "that I want to be with you all the time""

You say, trying to not gain attention from the workers and the other customers ever if there weren't a lot of them.

" You know that I won't stop until I make you mine."

You try to keep your eyes on your phone but It was hard

"You know that I won't stop until I make you mine,You need to know we'll take it slow, I miss you so we'll take it slow "

You swallow your own saliva. Only hoping that this song will never end

" It's hard to feel you slipping (You need to know) Through my fingers are so numb (We'll take it slow)"

You start to feel hot and your palms are sweaty. Why are like this?

Until I make you mine. Put your hand in mine

"And how was I supposed to know (I miss you so) That you were not the one?. Put your hand in mine."

You know that I want to be with you all the time

You know that I won't stop until I make you mine

You know that I want to be with you all the time

Your guys slowly sing quieter by every word. Sadly the song had to end soon

Oh darlin', darlin', baby, you're so very fine

Your heart fluttered hard. You looked at the table in embarrassment

You know that I won't stop until I make you mine

Until I make you-"

You were cut of by soft lips on your own. What.

Your eye finally adjust to see zed. He pulls away and you felt speechless. You opened your mouth to talk but you train of thoughts kept you quiet.

Zed was worse. Not only all that but was having 2nd thoughts. 'What if you rejected him?' 'What if you hate him after this?' 'What if-'

"I like you zed, I have for a while now. And I just thought you should know" you blurt out. Looking any where then zed.

"I..I like you too. Every since you stood up for the zombies on the first say of high-school. You made me feel like I belonged here and wasn't an outcast. I felt loved and honored when I was with you. Even if your little brother hates me"

you laugh and the last part. You smile and grab his hand from the table.

" you free next Saturday? We can you to the amusement park opening on Saturday "

"He'll yeah" you both laugh and you notice to large glass cups of icecream coming your way.

"Here you two go. Sorry for the wait" the waitress put down the icecream and the check.

"Holler if you need anything." She smile and walks away.

"Cheers to being accepted to Mountain College?"

You take a scoop of your icecream and raise it in the air.

"Cheers" zed mimics your actions and you bump spoons. Then eating the scoop of icecream.

"Hmm~" you loved you icecream. You wouls never replace it. You look at zed 's and feel bad

"do you ever get sick of just vanilla?"

Zed looks at you confused but quickly replaced by a smirk.

"Can I have some of yours then?" Your face feels hot but you replace his cocky attitude with you own

"Sure, but I doubt it will be good as you."

Now it was zed turn to feel hot on the face.

...

An hour had pasted. Your iCecreams were gone and finished. You sat in zed side of the booth and talked on what you had planed for college and after.

The diner had to almost kick you to out to close.

But zed he knew a place where you could see stars better. So you payed and left. The rest of the night was a blur. But waking up in the morning next the best thing ever <3

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