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kiyosamu · 2 years

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goodnight ♡

pairing: rintaro suna x female reader

genre: fluff, drabble, soft suna, sarcasm and teasing from both of you but he’s still so sweet on you <3

synopsis: you can’t sleep and suna facetimes you~

——— ♡ ———

“Rin? You still awake?”

“Mm?” Suna came back into view of the camera, his eyelids heavy and a look of absolute exhaustion taking over. “I’m here, babe. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I really should let you go. I’m sorry for keeping you up as late as I have, you have practice in the morning, don’t you?” You rolled over to check the time on your nightstand and had to do a double take when you saw it was already 3am.

You weren’t tired at all. You couldn’t sleep even if you tried. You’d lay in bed for hours and nothing would happen. You’d shut your eyes and your body had an immediate reaction, you felt alone, and so alone you couldn’t relax properly.

Your boyfriend had noticed you sent him a late night text and he facetimed you to see if you were okay.

“Yeah, I do-“ Suna stretched his arms and reached over to turn his lamp on. “Nothing I can’t handle. Sleep deprivation’s worth talking to you for a little bit longer.”

“I miss you when you’re not here.” You blurted out, partly not even meaning to have said that out loud. “Sorry. That was super clingy of me. You were just here last night-“

“You’re not clingy, shut up.” Suna laughed, shaking his head. “It’s not a crime to wanna spend time together. I miss you too.”

You looked away and back at the screen, Suna’s gaze was soft; kind and loving, the same look he’d give you when you’d just wake up or when you were really happy about something. He found himself completely mesmerized by you even when you weren’t doing anything. Driven by a love that he never knew he would experience, but now that he has, he’d do anything not to lose you.

“You’re so pretty.” He sighed, “I just wanna pull you into my lap and never let you leave. Keep you with me forever.”

“I can’t believe I thought I was the clingy one and you hit me with that, damn. I should record this.” You teased, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I love it when you say cute stuff like that.”

“Keep that up and I’ll never do it again. Insults only for the rest of our lives, baby. Choose your fate.” He smirked and shook his head, “You know, I wouldn’t even be able to. I have, like, no self control when it comes to you. I try and tease you and my brain just fights me and wants to say some sappy shit instead.”

“Rintaro Suna, the secret softie.” You hummed, “Who would’ve known?”

“Uh, nobody. You and you only. I told you.” Suna paused for a moment, yawning and running his hand through his hair. “Wanna come over?”

“Right now? Rin, it’s almost 4am-“

“And? Come sleep with me, I’ll go to practice in the morning, then I’ll come home and we can spend the rest of the day together.”

You turned to double check the clock and looked back at your boyfriend. His genuine smile was more than enough to convince you to get in your car and drive the 10 minutes over to his apartment.

“Fine, only ‘cause it’s you.” You smirked, pulling on one of his hoodies he’d left in your room.

“I’d hope it’s only ‘cause it’s me, I’d be pretty jealous if you were hanging out with some other dude in the middle of the night.” He snickered.

“You’re so lame.” You rolled your eyes, keeping your tone sarcastic and playful. “See you soon.”

——— ♡ ———

Suna pulled you inside the moment you opened the door, closing and locking it before you could even get your shoes off.

“Happy to see me?” You giggled.

“Always. Hurry up.”

You kicked your shoes off and turned back to Suna. When you looked at him, a devilish smirk crossed his face. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Excuse you?!” You laughed, holding on to him for dear life. “I can walk, Rin!”

“No time. You’re too slow and I’m tired.” He gently tossed you into his bed and shut off the light. Suna crawled in after and wrapped his arms back around you.

“Don’t like this.” He mumbled, tugging on the hoodie you were wearing. You sat up, pulling it off and laid back down on his chest.

“Mm, much better.” He sighed, closing his eyes. Your shirt was thin and your bare arms snaked around his waist. His skin was warm and you happily rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so sleepy now.” You muttered, your voice barely a whisper as you felt the exhaustion creeping up. “It’s so hard for me to sleep without you.”

“Me too. I guess we’re fucked.” He kissed the top of your head, “In a good way, obviously.”

“Only you would describe our relationship as ‘fucked, but in a good way.” You snorted, causing Suna to laugh out loud.

“Part of why you fell for me, isn’t it? I just have a way with words.” Suna squeezed you against his chest for a few seconds. “Stupid jokes aside, though, thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for having me.” You leaned up, pressing your palm to his cheek and giving him a soft kiss. “We should go to sleep.”

Suna nodded, but pulled you back down when you broke away from him. He pressed his lips to yours and his hand travelled down your back to softly rub your skin. When he pulled away, he looked up at you with the same loving gaze from before.

“I love you.” You whispered, giving his cheek a final kiss before settling back into your spot on his chest.

“I love you too, baby.” Suna took a deep breath, slowly exhaling and fully relaxing with you snuggled up against him.

“Sweet dreams.”

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simpforcrimeshows · 3 years

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Can you write a Gibbs one about him getting drunk and is really sweet to the reader(wife)

Of course, here you go. I hope u like it <3

POKER CONSEQUENCES

Warnings: drunk!gibbs, FLUFF

AN: Who started the thing with the frozen peas at Gibbs' house? Idk but I like it, seems canon to me

You tried to close the door as quietly as possible and carefully layed down the keys on the wooden shelf, Jethro had carved for your entrance.

You were silently praying he'd be asleep.

Not because you didn't want to spend time with your lovely husband, but because it was currently 3am and he needed to rest. Sometimes he just needed to close his eyes and sleep.

At least that's what you always tell him when you take away his coffeinated coffee from time to time to drink it yourself.

No, honestly.

You wanted him to rest, so his body wouldn't stop working someday.

Of course, you didn't have high hopes. When you told him you'd go out with a few friends today, he had already made his plans to invite Leon and Tobias for one of their 'Poker nights'.

Hearing no loud voices or laugher and finding the table empty when you stepped into the living room, you assumtion was proven right.

They had already left, leaving your husband in the basement.

Slipping off your shoes, you heard something falling down on the ground with a loud bang. And someone cursing immediatly afterwards.

You made your way to the door to the basement, stepping down the stairs.

You needed a moment to detect his figure between the boat pieces of wood. He was bend over, looking for something on the floor.

"Honey, you okay?"

His head instantly shot up, hitting the edge of a table.

Another curse escaped his lips and he slowly raised, holding his head.

You couldn't supress a smirk when you made your way to him, passing the empty bottle of Bourbon.

"Somebody a little tipsy, huh?"

You teased him.

He groaned.

"You already home?"

"No. I'm actually Y/Ns doppelganger."

He looked at you in confusion.

"What?"

You chuckled.

"Forget it... Did you hurt yourself?"

You pried his hands away, gently touching the place he hit his head. He hissed at the contact.

"Be careful, yeah?"

Smirking you grabbed his arm, carefully dragging you with him. "C'mon, we gotta cool that."

He stumbled after you, you too fast for him to react.

At the stairs, you put one arm of his on your shoulder, trying to stabilize Gibbs so he wouldn't fall down the stairs.

Even when he was this drunk, some things just worked automatically for him.

For example, his hand instantly rested on your waist, just like it always did. His hand even unconciously squeezed for reassuring.

His breath smelled like alcohol. But there was still something Gibbs on him that you just loved.

It took a while, but you finally reached the kitchen.

"How did Poker go?"

You asked while you helped him on a chair.

You could literally see his brain working.

For a moment he seemed to think about it and then suddenly he bursted into laugher.

You couldn't help but chuckle when you got the frozen peas out of the fridge, homding it to his head.

When he finally had enough air again to speak, he smirked.

"Tobias has lost every round. Won a good amount y'now. Fornell'll pay your wedding ring."

Suddenly you blushed.

He'd never told you he wanted to propose.

He must've watched your face, because a moment later he gasped.

"Fuck. I shouldn't have told you this...I ruined the surprise..."

He looked really sad, almost pouting.

You blinked away the happy tears in your eyes, hoping he wouldn't see them.

"Oh no, it's okay honey. I'll just forget it."

You gave him a kiss on the forehead when you removed the ice pack.

"Okay, I think we're ready for bed."

You helped him up.

You could see something was on his mind.

"What is it, Jethro?"

He looked at you, thinking another moment before some sort of a lightbulb popped on over his head.

"How was girls-night?"

Wow. You didn't think he'd remember where you've been in his condition.

Smiling you answered, helping him uo the stairs.

"Very funny actually. Had good talks."

He hummed.

"S'nice."

He sat down on the toilet heavily when you gave him his toothbrush and started cleaning your teeth yourself.

"Missed you."

You turned to look at him, shooting him a smile.

"I missed you too."

Then he returned to brush his teeth in silence, though never letting you go out of sight.

"Do I have something on me or why are your eyes glued to me?"

He smiled, his eyes still watching you.

"You're beautiful."

You smirked. "Well, thank you."

He stood up, stumbling a little but then grabbing the edge of the sink to support himself.

Jethro got rid of the excess toothpaste by cleaning his mouth with some water and you dried his fsce with a towel and finished brushing yourself.

While you finished your routine, he stood behind you,

both hands resting on your waist and watching you through the mirror.

You leaned into him when you're finished and taking his arms you wrapped yourself in it.

He kissed your hairline.

When he started to fall backwards by your weight tho, you smirked, stabilizing him again.

"Let's get you to bed."

He followed you into the bedroom. You sat him on the edge of the bed and took out a fresh shirt for him.

"Get changed, Jethro." You ordered while picking something to sleep in by yourself.

Surprisingly he undressed himself without needing your help. Being finished already, he watched you changing.

You felt his eyes roam every inch of your body.

Suddenly you felt two large hand travel down your sides and he started to put sloppy open mouth kisses on your neck. His front was flush against your back.

He breathed heavily, his rough palms grazing along your soft skin.

You slipped in one of his shirts and turned in his arms.

You stopped his movements by putting a finger on his lips.

"Nah-ah."

He let out a frustrated huff.

"Why?"

You chuckled. "You're way too drunk. Believe me, you'd regret not remembering this."

He pouted, dipping down and pressing a kiss on your breast, pulling a whimper from you.

"No. I'll make it up to you in the morning."

You pecked his lips.

"I promise."

He sighed, letting go of you and collapsing on the bed.

After a moment you joined him under the covers.

His hands instantly found your waist, pulling you closer to him so your noses would brush.

"Need t'go t'work early tomorrow." he muttered against your lips.

You hummed, closing your eyes and letting your hands rest on his chest, gently brushing up and down.

"I'll wake you."

He sighed.

"Don't wanna leave you alone."

You smiled.

"It's okay, Jethro. I need to go to work too."

He brushed nose against yours.

"Can you pick me up from work tomorrow?"

You chuckled, kissing him.

"Of course."

"Whats so funny?"

"You've never asked me to pick you up before."

Eyes already closed, a wide smile appeared on his face.

"I wanna show off my wife y'know. Cause your so beautiful."

You slowly connected your lips to his.

He kissed you a bit sloppy, but you appreciated it anyways.

This was probably the best he could do right now.

You pulled away after a while.

You cuddled into his embrace and turned so he could be the big spoon.

He put his arm under your head and his other secured your waist.

Planting a sweet little kiss on your neck, he exhaled loudly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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ticketstomydaydreams · 3 years

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5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

______

Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

___

“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

______

“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Study Bug

You have been studying for a big test at Pete’s house all week, and he’s determined to help you de-stress.

Request: “can u do a wanna help you relax but w pete?”

Pete x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing

A/N: Midterms are tough and y’all need some love. I get it.

Word Count: 1920

Pete never stopped telling you how amazing you were. He loved how smart you were and how hard you worked in school. But he was starting to get worried about you.

You came over to his apartment one day, backpack on your shoulder. “Babe, can I study here? My roommates are being obnoxious.” He obviously said yes, excited to spend time with you even if you were studying. But that was three days ago and you hadn’t left his couch since.

He didn’t mind that you were staying there, he loved it when you spent the night at his place. It made him feel like you were living together. But he soon realized that by staying the night you weren’t actually spending the night with him.

He had tried to distract you plenty of times, but you were very stubborn when it came to studying. “Babe, as much as I want to hang out with you, I really need to study. This professor is an uptight asshole who makes his tests impossible to pass, and they’re the only grades we get in the class.”

Pete tried to understand and was ecstatic when you told him you would sit in his lap while you studied, but he wanted more. He fell asleep before you and woke up after you, every day. He hated waking up alone.

So, at midnight on your fourth straight day, he dragged you into bed. “Baby. I know you’re really stressed right now, and I’m not gonna minimize that, but you need to sleep.”

You mumbled out protests but let his arms carry you to the bed. “You would do the same to me if the roles were reversed.” You actually already had done that, many times when Pete would stay awake for days at a time for no reason at all.

But you had a plan. You laid in bed with him until you could hear his soft snores from behind you. You carefully wiggled out of the bed, quietly making your way back over to the couch and picking up where you had left off. And for a while, it worked. Pete was still asleep and blissfully unaware of your absence. Until he wasn’t.

Around 3am he woke up, reaching for you and finding an empty bed. He sighed, throwing his hands over his head. He rolled out of bed, walking to the couch where he knew he’d find you. He took in your figure, his shirt engulfing your body as you sat cross-legged with a textbook in your lap.

He thought you were beautiful, no matter what you were doing, and right now was no exception. Naturally, he wrapped his arms around you from behind the couch. His lips pressed against your neck, starting from near your collarbone and moving up until he was sucking on the sensitive skin behind your ear.

You suppressed a moan as he nipped back down your neck, leaving marks on your jaw. “Come back to bed, babe.” He mumbled against your skin, his hands moving to rest just under your breasts, rubbing the skin lightly.

You began to groan in protest when he moved his hand up slightly, grazing your nipple slightly, “you need to relax, de-stress.” He continued to press kisses along your jaw, moving up near your mouth. His hands found themselves on your clothed breasts finally, kneading them in between his fingers.

You pushed your tits further into his hands, your head moving to look up at him. His eyes were full of lust, a small smirk playing on his lips. You knew you were gone.

He pressed a hungry kiss to your lips, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you. He pulled you by your thighs to sit on his lap, your legs wrapped around his middle. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

Pete was only in his boxers, making it very easy to feel his growing hard-on through your thin panties. His hands moved from your thighs to your ass, massaging your cheeks in his hands. You moaned against his lips, your hips rolling into his slightly.

The more you made out, the wetter you got. You were sure your slick was soaking through your panties. “Mmm, Pete. Want you.” You whined, rolling your hips into his again.

Pete’s hands went up your back, holding you as he leaned forward, sending your back into the soft cushions of the couch. “You gotta be quiet, babe. My mom’s asleep.” You nodded, reattaching your lips to his as you pressed your hips up into his, his cock rubbing against your clit.

You reached down to pull your shirt over your head, but he reached up to stop you. “Wanna fuck you while you’re wearing my shirt, babe.” He whispered and you smirked, your hands moving back up to his neck, pulling at the hair at the base of his neck.

Pete’s hand moved down your stomach to the top of your panties. You unwrapped your legs from around him as he pulled them down your thighs and flinging them across the room. From his position at the opposite end of the couch he sent you a teasing smirk. “Fuck Pete just do something. Please.” You whisper-whined. He chuckled at you before crawling over to where you were, your legs spread open and ready for him.

You threw your head backwards against the arm of the chair as his head leaned down, his lips gently grazing your sensitivities. From just the small, barely-there touch you were bucking your hips into his face.

“Be patient, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good, don’t worry.” His breath hit your hole, leaving you whimpering. You looked back up at him, making eye contact as his tongue reached out to flick your clit. Fuck he was hot.

You watched him as he continued, his tongue licking p your slit to collect your juices. “You’re so wet for me, darling.” He muttered, his tongue swiping up you again. You bit your lip to stop the moans that were threatening to fall from them.

His hand began to move up your thigh, slowly, as his mouth continued its attack on you, switching between sucking your clit and tongue-fucking your pussy. His fingers finally stopped over your opening, gently swiping over them but not dipping in quite yet.

He collected your juices on his fingers and leaned back up to you. “Taste yourself, its like heaven in a pussy.” He moaned quietly as you sucked off his fingers. Once you had finished, he returned his lips to your bud, sucking and licking in ways he knew drove you crazy.

He finally pressed one of his long digits into you, after what felt like eternal teasing. Your hand came up to cover your mouth, muffling your moans of pleasure. His finger began to work you open, a second one following shortly. His mouth on your clit and his fingers in your cunt had you clenching around him in minutes.

As soon as he felt you nearing the edge, he pulled himself off of you, laughing lightly at your pout. He licked you off his fingers, your eyes following his every motion. He moved off the couch, going to his room and rustling around. When he emerged, he held a shiny foil packet in his hands.

You sat up on your knees as he came towards you. You snatched the condom from his hands, ripping it open and holding the rubber. You slowly palmed him through his boxers before pulling them down and off his legs. Your ran a hand up his length, pumping him just a little before you rolled the condom down his large dick.

You sat back on the couch, on leg propped up on the back of the couch and the other bent, foot flat on the floor. Pete moved towards you, his body hovering over yours. He brought his lips to meet your own in a soft yet passionate kiss. Your hands found their way to his hair as he slowly pushed into you, spreading your walls out.

You tried to keep your moans quiet, but his cock filled you up so fully that it was hard to. His hands moved to grab your breasts through his shirt, your legs wrapping around his waist.

He pulled out of you slowly and then thrusted back into you. The motion was slow at first, before he picked up pace. Your hips arched up to meet his at every thrust, whimpers falling from your mouth and into his.

He moved his hands to grab your thighs, moving your legs over his shoulders to dig himself even deeper into you. His large cock hit every spot in your cunt, sending you closer to the edge. You could feel him getting sloppy too, his cock twitching inside of you.

His hand moved from your leg to rub circles into your clit, grinning against your lips as you fought back screams. “I’m so close, Pete.” You mumbled against his lips.

He hummed, “yeah? You wanna cum?”

You nodded, “yes, oh fuck, please.” Pete loved to hear you beg for your release.

“I’m gonna count down from 5, darling. Then you can cum with me.”

His thrusts were harder, hitting your walls better than before.

“Five.”

The circles on your clit had you bucking your hips against his.

“Four.”

His lips moved to your collarbone, sucking a dark purple spot onto the skin.

“Three.”

His breath on your bare skin sent shivers down your body, making you clench around him even more.

“Two.”

The small whimpers falling from his mouth as he fucked you were your favorite sounds in the world.

“One.”

His cock twitched inside of you again.

“Cum for me, beautiful.”

Pleasure surrounded you, nauseating and blissful at the same time. Your hips met Pete’s thrusts as you both came undone together. His light pants against your skin only enhancing the high you felt. He carried you through your orgasm, thrusts slowing and softening.

You both laid there for a while, your legs finding their way back to the couch and his head resting against your neck. You were breathing in sync as the smell of your sex filled the air.

Eventually you found the strength to bring your hands to his hair, running through it softly. “Thank you.” You whispered as he looked up at you, a grin on his face.

“I love you.” He mumbled, leaning up to press a short kiss to your lips.

You mumbled against his lips, “I love you too.”

He finally sat up, pulling you into a sitting position with him. You fell into his chest, arms wrapping around him as the rest of your body went limp. “Let’s get you all cleaned up and then we’ll get some sleep, okay? And this time you’ll actually stay in bed.”

You nodded, letting out a small “okay.” He carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter and grabbing a soft cloth after ridding himself of his condom. He ran the cloth under warm water before pressing it against you, cleaning your juices off your thighs. Once you were both cleaned, he carried you back to the bedroom and threw you onto the bed, flopping in next to you.

“I love you, study bug.” He whispered, pulling you into him.

“I love you, teddy bear.” You said back to him before drifting off to peaceful sleep.

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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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Biggest Regret

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: This one wasn't a request. I have Billy on the brain so much that I literally woke up and this popped into my head as I was laying there trying to fully wake up and I had to write it lmao It's just a little thing. A letter from Billy to you. I know a lot of you guys might want a part two for it, the resolution to the letter and there's a few ways it could go. So if anyone asks for a part two, let me know how you want it. Angsty? Fluffy? A mix? And I'll see what the general consensus is. I already have a slight idea about it but I wanna know what you guys want.

Also this is my AU dreamland where Billy didn’t betray Frank looool

Warnings: cursing, angst, sadness and regret from Billy. Talks of pregnancy and babies and abandonment.

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Y/N,

I know it's been a while and I don't even know if you still live where you did back then or if you'll get this. I'd say some shit like I hope you're doing well, which I am, but… I know you won't want to hear it.

I'm overseas again right now with Anvil. Me and Frank are taking point on a serious mission we're doing. Anvil's doing pretty well right now and we just got a contract from the CIA which is how we ended up here. Being out here like this, it reminds me of being deployed. Part of me missed it, I guess.

It's given me a lot to think about. It's funny how life and death situations do that to you, puts it all in perspective. And I know… I know you probably hate me and I don't blame you but I just hope if you do get this letter that you at least read it all.

I never should have walked away last year. I used to think I was a brave man, I mean the shit I've faced in the marines and with Anvil… I never backed down and I always fought. But with this. With you and the baby, I tucked tail and ran and I'll never forgive myself for that.

Honestly, I was terrified. I didn't think I could be the man you and the baby needed. I don't know what it's like to have loving parents and I hate myself so much for walking away. I don't want to do to my own kid what my mom did to me. I don't want them to grow up thinking I don't care, that I don't want them. It was never about that. I was never angry you were pregnant, I was never resentful. I was just scared that I'd fuck it up beyond repair so I got out of there before I had the chance.

I should have been there for you, Y/N. I should have been there to hold your hair from your face when you got sick. To go out at 3am and get you pickles or whatever the fuck it is that pregnant women love to eat. I should have been there with you at the birthing classes and the scans and the appointments. I should have been there to hold your hand in the delivery room, to tell you what an amazing job it is you're doing. I should have been there to hold my kid when they came into the world. To be there for you and them.

I can't take that back. I can't rewind time and be there and I wish I could. I don't know anything about my own baby which hurts the shit outta me and it's my own fault. I don't know if they're a boy or girl, how old they are. I know they'll roughly be a few months old based on when I walked away but that's about it. Do they look more like me or you? Are they a happy or fussy baby? This is the shit that's been running through my head out here. Fuck… I don't know if…. I don't even know if you kept the baby and that shit hurts too deep to even consider. But I know you well enough. Or at least I think I do. And I don't think you would have done that. As much as it would kill me inside, if you did I wouldn't blame you. I'd left you all alone to deal with it and I know neither of us planned a kid.

Frankie was the one who told me to write this. He's been putting up with me nonstop the last month of us being out here crying talking about you and the baby. He and Maria miss you, the kids too. Maybe that alone should have told me back then how important you were to me. I'd never introduced any of the girls I slept with to them, but it just felt natural to me back then. I'd wanted to. I couldn't even see just how much you meant to me.

It's like they always say, you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone. And I didn't know just how much I cared about you until that day I walked away and I fucking miss you, Y/N. Frank and Maria always ask if I'd heard anything about the baby or if I've reached out and it breaks my heart every time with how disappointed they are. I guess I never really thought they'd be excited for me to have a kid. But they're my family, of course they would be.

Frank roughed me up, you know that? I didn't tell him right away about the baby. He'd ask about you and I told him we decided it wasn't working like the coward I am. But then a few weeks after I told him the truth. He clocked me in the jaw, yanked me around as he yelled about how stupid and selfish I was. And I let him. He was right and I deserved it. I don't think I've ever seen Frankie so mad before and that's saying something.

I know I should have reached out sooner, but being out here on the front lines like this, it reminds me of how fleeting life can be. And I wish it didn't take something extreme like that to give me the balls to man up and write this to you but I think we've all established I'm not as brave as I once thought I was.

I have no right asking you for anything, I know that. But I miss you and I want to be a part of our baby's life. And you can ignore this letter or tell me to go fuck myself and I'll listen. If you tell me to stay away, I will. I owe you that much. But I'd… even if you could tell me about them a little, it would mean the world everything to me. And I know I don't deserve shit but I'm selfish and asking you anyway.

I've seen and done a lot of shit in my life and your face has haunted me every single night since the day I walked away. I saw how scared you were. You were just as terrified as me about the baby and I wasn't there for you. I didn't comfort you or reassure you that we'd get through it together. Instead I shut down and told you I couldn't do it, I wouldn't do it. And then you looked at me with such heartbreak that it makes my chest feel tight and I fucking hate it. Every time I close my eyes I remember those looks and I know I'm a piece of shit for ever putting them on your face.

It hurts more that you just accepted it. Like you expected it from me. I guess you knew me well enough to have an idea how it would go when you told me. And then you fucking respected my wishes and didn't contact me about anything. You didn't owe me that. You should have harassed me, called me a piece of shit, fought me, got child support. Fucking something. But of course you didn't. You've always been too kind and caring for that. Always looked after me even when I least deserve it.

And I guess I'm hoping that even through the hate and betrayal you feel for me, that maybe somewhere in there you still care even just a little. Enough to put me out of my misery. Enough to send even a letter with the bare minimum details about our kid. I'm hoping that I didn't change you because you were perfect as you were and the last thing I want is to have fucked you up because of my own insecurities.

There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of you. Think of the baby. I wonder how you're both doing and if you're happy. I know you'd be a great mom and despite it all, I'm glad that if I had a kid with anyone that it was you. I'm coming back stateside in three weeks. It's gonna kill me not knowing if you've wrote back or not but I won't hold it against you if you don't.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. For making you go through all this alone. For walking away from you and the baby like I did. If I was there I'd be down on my knees begging for forgiveness for what I did. All I can hope is that you take some mercy on me, even just a little.

I miss you, Y,N. I miss you so much it hurts and I'm just sorry. Whatever you decide, I'll understand and respect it. I love you. And yeah I probably shouldn't say that, might feel like a smack in the face after everything I've done, but I do. And I know I never told you that when we were together. We were never really 'serious' or whatever, or at least that's what I told myself. But it was only ever you. When I was with you there were no others. And I couldn't see it at the time but I'd fell in love with you the moment we met in that damn grocery store. I don't know if you ever felt the same about me but I know even if you did I've ruined that. I don't expect anything from you. I fucked up and I know that. But it doesn't change that I want to be there now. I want to know about our baby, I want to be part of their life. I want them to grow up knowing I care about them because I do.

I hope to hear from you when I'm back but I won't hold my breath. I hope… I hope you're both doing okay and I'm just sorry for everything. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me.

Billy

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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3AM in the City

Tetsurō Kuroo - Haikyuu

Synopsis: after high school, you don’t see Kuroo as much as you used to, and not nearly as much as you would like. The only exception is when he calls you up at 3AM to go for a drive—an offer you never turn down; and tonight’s events are exactly why you don’t.

Rating: PG

Warnings: some kissing, nothing you haven’t seen in the movies before kids. A little angsty if you squint?

As far as you knew, it was just another Friday night you would be spending at home alone, which you didn’t mind in the slightest. As much as you enjoyed going out just as much as the next person, you still knew how to appreciate a quiet night in by yourself.

Scrolling through your phone, the bright, white light illuminating your face in the otherwise pitch black room, you glanced up at the corner of the small device in your hands and took noticed of the time. 3AM.

Letting out a yawn, almost as if in response to realizing just how late it was, you shifted in bed a little, trying to decide if you should try to get some sleep or keep mindlessly prowling social media for a little while longer.

Before you could make up your mind, however, a notification for an incoming phone call took over your entire screen, startling you a little more than you would like to admit. A small smile toyed at the corners of your mouth as you read the caller ID and answered the call.

“Hello?” You pressed the phone to your ear and sighed, body ready to climb out of bed. You already knew why he was calling . . . it was the only reason he called anymore.

“Hey.” His voice was smooth and casual over the phone, indicating that he hadn’t just woken up, meaning he hadn’t slept at all yet; which wasn’t exactly uncharacteristic of Kuroo. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head instinctively, even though he couldn’t see it. “No,” you answered. “Just lying in bed.”

There was a short pause before he spoke again. “Wanna go for a drive?”

You had already known before you answered the phone that you would be saying yes to his proposition, but instead of responding right away, you hummed softly, pretending to think about it—pretending you weren’t as eager to see him as you actually were.

“Sure.” You swung your legs over the side of your bed and started searching for some clothes in the dark, unwilling to turn on the bright overhead light and ruin the late-night trance that you enjoyed so much.

“Meet you in ten,” he said before hanging up.

“Yeah,” you sighed, even though he was no longer on the other line. Thankfully, you knew this was just the way that Kuroo was—he was just bad at talking over the phone—but you still wished he sounded even a little excited to see you after so long.

Pulling on the same outfit you had been wearing that day, purely because they were sitting at the end of your bed and had been easy to find, you tucked your phone into your pocket and fixed yourself up a little before heading out the door.

Like always, you waited at the street corner for Kuroo to drive up and pick you up. When he arrived almost exactly ten minutes after he had ended the phone call, you jumped into the passenger’s seat of the incredibly expensive and lavish car he drove. That vehicle was his pride and joy and sometimes you were honestly surprised he even let you inside of it considering how little he seemed to care about you lately.

Before you could even get your seat belt on, he was speeding away from the curb and heading out of your neighbourhood. Glancing over at the man you used to consider your best friend, you noticed the creases between his brows and the way his lips stretched into a thin, tight line. Something was bothering him, but then again, he didn’t ask you to accompany him on mindless cruises at 3AM when all was well in his life.

Knowing that it would be a couple of minutes before he warmed up to your presence and wanted to talk, you turned up the radio and watched the scenery pass by out the window. In the distance, you could see the glowing lights of downtown Tokyo, the bustling hub of the city that you usually avoided due to how busy and crowded it was.

The city in the middle of the night was a completely different story, however. Maybe it was the way the many colourful advertisements and store signs illuminated the dark night sky, or maybe it was the way the streets emptied out enough for the overwhelming aura to dissipate just enough, but driving through the streets at night brought you a sense of euphoric calm that simply couldn’t be obtained during daylight.

Looking back at Kuroo, you took note of how his face had relaxed, even if just a little. You watched his hands tense around the steering wheel, griping tight before relaxing and tapping his fingers against the leather. Feeling your eyes on him, he finally looked over at you and acknowledged your presence.

“How have you been?” he asked seemingly out of nowhere, as if he just realized he would have to make conversation with you eventually.

Your heart fluttered slightly, joy spreading through you at the thought that he genuinely cared about how you were doing. “Fine, thank you,” you told him. “And you?”

“Okay,” he lied. You knew it was a lie, because even though he had changed drastically since high school, he was still just as bad at bending the truth, especially when it came to you.

“That’s good.” You rested your head against the window and observed the passing buildings and how they grew taller and taller the further into the city Kuroo drove.

As silence consumed the inside of the car once more, you became keenly aware of the music playing in the background; so, when a certain song that brought back a lot of memories started playing, you noticed it before Kuroo.

Your eyes widened a little as you looked from the radio to Kuroo, waiting to see if he remembered it as well—hoping he remembered it.

Feeling your eyes on him once more, he cocked a dark brow in your direction. “What?”

“This song.” You gestured lazily to the speaker. “Do you remember it?”

Kuroo chewed on his bottom lip as he listened, and for a moment, you thought he had actually forgotten. Then, a wondrous smile spread across his dimly lit face and he nodded. “Yeah, course I remember.” His spirits seemed to have increased ten-fold. “You always insisted we play it, and every time we did, you would sing every single word. Without fail. Every. Single. Time.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “What can I say? It’s a good song.” You turned up the volume a couple more notches.

This time, when the conversation ceased, the vehicle wasn’t filled to the brim with thick tension. Instead, you found yourself thinking back to your days in high school—those incredible three years that you would give anything in the world to return to. Back then, you and Kuroo had been nearly inseparable. Back then, you hadn’t had to fight for his attention.

Back then, you genuinely felt like he wanted to be around you.

Looking to your former-friend and now casual acquaintance, you watched him carefully as he drove, his eyes glued to the road in front of himself. You wondered what had happened. What had gone so wrong that he felt the need to distance himself from you? Had you done something to push him away . . . or was that just the way high school friendships played out?

The question as to what series of events had taken place to get you to where you were now was one that you were unable to answer. The only thing you knew for sure was that you missed Kuroo . . . more than you probably should, but you missed him nevertheless.

Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, either from the inspiring city lights or the nostalgic song, or maybe both, you shifted in your seat to face the man beside you and cleared your throat.

“Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” you asked matter-of-factly.

Kuroo glanced over at you for a split-second, blinking a few times in response. He was clearly taken aback by your sudden and direct inquiry, and you completely expected him to ignore you altogether or change the subject. What you didn’t expect was for him to turn into the nearest parking lot, park the car, and let out a long, exasperated sigh.

Worry and curiosity coursing through your veins, you sat silent and still, waiting for him to speak or move or do anything.

“I feel lost,” he finally said, his line of sight falling to his lap. There was a pause, and you were unsure if he was going to elaborate more or leave it at that. When you opened your mouth to respond, however, he continued. “Work takes up all of my time . . . so much so that I’m starting to realize I’ve cut ties with everyone I used to know without even noticing it; not until it was too late. And the worst part is, work isn’t even going well. This corporate ladder bullshit is way harder than I ever imagined. I feel stupid for throwing away everything I had for something I might not ever be able to obtain . . . for something I don’t even enjoy. It feels like it’s all for nothing.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. Kuroo had never been that open about his feelings with you before; not unless you had pried for days-on-end or he was plastered drunk.

You were unsure how to respond at first, so you did what you usually did when people came to you with a problem; you tried to put yourself in their shoes and then give the advice you thought you would want to hear.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not all for nothing,” you told him. “You didn’t get into business because you hated it. Sure, maybe the spark is a little dimmer right now or you’re going through a really rough patch . . . but don’t doubt yourself over one little bump in the road.”

Slowly, Kuroo turned his head toward you, his dark eyes landing on you for more than a few seconds for the first time that night. “But how do I know if it’s worth throwing everything else away over?”

“It’s not,” you said simply. “No job is worth throwing everything else in your life away over. But the best part is, you don’t have to choose between a career and a social life, and anyone who says you do is just plain lazy or insanely bad at time management.”

Kuroo cracked a smile at that and a puff of air that could be interpreted as a soft laugh passed his lips.

“So my advice is just try to do better from here on out.” You smiled back. “Everyone has a hard time every once in a while. If the people in your life truly care about you, they will understand.”

“Do you understand?” he asked.

This time, you didn’t hesitate at all. There was no need to play coy or pretend like you cared less than you really did. “I do.” You nodded. “I’ve missed you.”

Kuroo’s eyes softened and his small smile faltered for half a beat. “I’ve missed you too.”

Before you knew what was happening, Kuroo’s large hand was caressing your cheek and his lips were pressed against yours. Even though it was the middle of the night, you swore your entire world lit up at that moment. You had known you had wanted your best friend back, but this was so much better. This was more than you could have ever hoped for.

“I’ve been horrible to you.” Kuroo whispered against your lips, his fingertips trailing down the side of your neck and sending shivers up your spine. “I know this is a lot to ask . . . but can you ever forgive me?”

“Just promise to call me more than once a month . . . and maybe during the day sometimes,” you chuckled.

He laughed, his hot breath warming your face. “I can do that.”

“Then yes, I forgive you.”

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yungbud · 3 years

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Hi my love! When you have time could you write an fluffy & smutty imagine where the reader gets insecure & worries or compares themselves to Ashley? (Halsey) & Dom finds out & shows the reader how much they mean to him & how much he loves them daddy kink in there with the smut please & a lot of praise & saying "I'll take care of you pretty girl" 🥺

Word count:4.1k

TW?: mostly angst and fluff, but mentions of daddy kink and adult themes obviously its smut.

A/n: anything for you my lil nugget 🥺 Smut is at the bottom you horny cunts. I hope it was everything you wanted and more <33

*rewrite

You knew better. Unfortunately, you were self destructive and couldn't help yourself. It was 3AM and Dom was fast asleep beside you, and had been for hours. You, however, had chosen to watch a video before bed. It was titled “Yungblud being cute for 6 minutes straight.”, but of course one video turned to five or six more, until eventually you came along another video. This one was called “Halsey and yungblud cute moments.” and the cover photo was of them in onesies, one of Dom's arms wrapped around her and the other holding the camera. You could feel the pit begin to grow in your stomach. Glancing over at Dom to check he was still asleep, you pressed play on the video, flipping over so you were facing him, so that if he did wake up he wouldn’t see what was on the screen.

It was ridiculous, honestly. How could you be jealous of her when you were the one laying right next to him. It broke your heart the way he looked at her, you couldn’t help but wonder... is that how he looks at you? Why would he? She’s so beautiful, look at jawline, look at those eyes and her voice. Oh god... her voice, she's a musician. You loved music, but you had never been musically inclined and at best you could go hard on the triangle. But her, she understood it all, down to the tour life. When he was overwhelmed with work or couldn’t find a melody, she could help, when he didn’t know how to deal with all the attention, she could help. She was like the perfect mentor/ girlfriend combo. She connected with him in ways you would never be able to. She got it.

Your finger hovered over part 2 of the video, a moment of hesitation before pressing it. You tapped twice more to skip past the person's intro, wasting no time in getting to the painful stuff.

One of the first clips was Halsey talking about the night they met. You knew it was unhealthy, but you couldn’t look away. She described it so beautifully, taking a moment to mention that of course she would because she's a writer and that's how she saw the world, her world was so beautiful. Dom deserved to live in her world.

She went on to say that they had met up in a bar to chat, to which you remembered why. It wasn’t a coincidence, Dom liked her music. He looked up to her. Just another way you could never be who he needed.

You couldn’t help it. He’d made the trade down of the century and everyone knew it. You paused the video momentarily, subduing the verbal attack on your ears and laying your phone down on your chest. Heavy breaths slid past your lips as you tried to calm yourself from a full blown breakdown.

You glanced once more over at Dom, ensuring he was asleep before letting a single tear slip down your face. You used the blanket to wipe it away, basking in the shitty feeling you had created for yourself. You decided that was enough of that, shutting off your phone and plugging it up for the night. After laying there silently for a moment you scooted a bit away from Dom.

You didn’t really feel like being held by him tonight.

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The first thought in your head the next morning was of the events of last night, the same shitty feeling digging itself into the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck.” You sighed

“Sorry, I was borrowing one of Dom’s shirts. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You turned your head to acknowledge the presence in the room. It was Tom, bent over and digging through a pile of Dom’s clothes.

“All good.” You murmured, flipping onto your stomach and burying your face in the pillow. It smelled like Dom.

Soon after you heard the door shut behind Tom as he left, your head lifting from the pillow. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t really feel like being around Dom today. You couldn’t get past the feeling that he was ultimately worse off with you, that he had settled for less.

You hated the way you felt, your face drooping back into the pillow in an attempt to hide and ended up dozing off, the late night pity marathon catching up with you.

About an hour later you were awoken to Dom’s lips on your forehead. Your eyes met momentarily as you blinked the sleep out of them, reaching upwards in a stretch.

“ ‘ello sleepy head.” Dom says, planting another kiss, this time to your nose. You roll over, replanting your face in the pillow once again, “Are you going back to sleep?” He asks

“Tired.” You mumble back, voice muffled by the pillow.

“It’s 1pm.” no response “How late did you stay up last night?” He asks, laying his head on the pillow next to yours. You shrugged.

“Are you feeling alright, love?” You shifted your head so that you were looking at him, cheek still pressed softly against your pillow “Are you feeling a bit sick? Is it cramps? I can make you a cup of tea and get you some pain killers.” He continued, offering to help you in any way he could. He just wanted to know what was wrong with you, so he could help you. He hated the idea of you up in bed all alone feeling ill. He considered skipping the studio today, he was already cutting it close on time.

“No, I feel fine. Just need a nap. I must’ve stayed up later than I realized, s’all.” You knew you needed to tell him. Every silent moment was filled with you trying to convince yourself to just say something to him. Just talk about it. Just let him in.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’ll be out of the house at the studio, but Tom and Adam are here if you need them. I’ll tell them to be quiet so you can get some rest.” You smiled in response, your eyes closing as he rubbed his thumb lovingly against your cheek “Hey, I love you.” he says, your eyes opening as you mumbled back an I love you of your own, your lips meeting in a chaste kiss before he stood back up and slipped out the door.

As much as you would’ve loved to, you didn’t sleep at all after he left. Tom and Adam had made good on their promise to stay quiet, but it didn’t make much of a difference when that little voice in your head wouldn’t shut up. You opted for distracting yourself with your phone, scrolling through instagram and hoping the memes would brighten your mood. For the most part they did, acting as a simple distraction.

Once you felt a bit better, you decided part of the reason you felt so bad today and last night was partially due to the fact that you hadn’t had anything to eat. You went to the kitchen to prepare yourself lunch, hearing Tom and Adam talking quietly in the other room.

While you were preparing your food you accidentally bumped into a stack of dirty dishes that had built up in the kitchen. You didn’t see what happened and when you turned to check nothing looked broken, but it was loud.

“Y/n?” Tom asks, tilting his head to get a better look into the kitchen.

“Hm?” You respond after a few moments of quiet deliberation. You weren’t exactly ready to be observed as awake, but you didn’t have any other choice, besides blaming it on an intruder who broke in with the intent of stealing the beloved orange tree outside, but when they arrived in the kitchen and were met with such a disgraceful mess decided they had no choice but to clean up after us. Of course, that might have stirred up a bit of a panic. They loved that orange tree, after all.

“Oh you’re finally up. Are you feeling alright? Dom said he thought you maybe came down with something.” Adam says

“I’m alright, thanks for asking. I’m just making myself lunch.”

“Come sit with us while you eat. We’re playing uno.” Tom invites. When you’re done making yourself food, you decide maybe it would be best to join them. It’s not good for your mental health to be stuffed up in your room pitying yourself all day.

You sat with your food in front of you, watching silently as they played.

“You wanna be dealt in the next round? It’s more fun with three players.” Tom offers, you give him a nod in response as your mouth is full of food. As you nod, Adam plays a red six, which ultimately leads to his demise as Tom then plays three red draw 2’s, stopping Adams hand as he goes to pick up and continuing to lay a red skip, then a yellow one, changes the color back to red and ends on his own red 3. You all laughed as Adam was absolutely massacred, almost choking on your lunch.

“There ain’t no coming back from that. Just tap out man.” You say through your laughter, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Adam. You all had small conversation as you finished your lunch, but soon you were done and the cards were passed out.

After a game or two, the round was paused as Adam stood up to get himself a glass of water, Tom and you shouting out your own drink orders from your place in the living room. By the time Adam was back at the table the running conversation had died down a bit. You began to think about why you’d been in bed all day, and the fact that Dom still attributed it to a small sickness. You felt the insecurity growing inside you once again, and you finally decided to talk about it.

“Did you guys like Ashley?” You ask, as inconspicuously as you could manage. You watch as they glance at each other, taking a sip of your drink to occupy your mouth.

“Yeah, she was cool,” Tom says, Adam nodding in confirmation “Why?”

“Just curious, I guess. Did you guys ever hang out?” You tried to play it off as casual conversation, but you got the feeling they were picking up on the fact that there was something more under the surface.

“Not really. Not without Dom, even then it was rare. Who’s turn was it?” Tom continued, feeding into your curiosity while trying to maintain the card game.

“Yours, I think.” You paused for a moment, thinking of your next question “Do you think she was better for him than I am?” Your eyes met with Tom’s as the words left your mouth. He stayed silent for a moment and you couldn’t tell what the emotion on his face was. It felt weird, confiding in your boyfriend’s friends. Usually you could tell what your friends were thinking, or have an idea about what they might say, but you didn’t know these two like that.

“Like how?” He asked, nodding towards you to silently mention it was your turn.

“I dunno, they have the same career.” they let out a small laugh at that.

“She knows how to play a guitar so she loves him more?” Adam says

“Well, no, but…” you tried to remember what you were anxious about “she gets it. She knows what it's like to be on the road all the time and not see your family, she knows about the mental toll being in the public eye has and how to deal with it, she knows how to help if he’s nervous about performing.”

“What makes you assume that?” Tom asks

“She’s been doing it so long.”

“Well, yeah, but knowing how to do that isn’t a part of the job description. It’s less about knowing how to be famous and more about knowing the person you’re with. If it was about that, most people in Dom’s life don't get it. But we get Dom, and that’s what he cares about. You get him, so you have nothing to worry about.” Tom says softly. He made a surprisingly good therapist.

You nodded, picking up 4 cards and sorting through them in your hand.

“But that doesn't mean you get to hide in your room cause you’re insecure. Just cause we’re talking about it doesn’t mean you don’t still need to tell him.” Tom continues, his chin resting in his hand as he looks at you.

“Yeah, of course.” You agree

~~~

You could hear Dom the second he walked in the house, engaging in a small conversation with the boys before making his way up the stairs. You heard his footsteps trail down the hallway and eventually meet your bedroom door, your eyes closing as you listened to it creak open.

“Love? Are you up?” Dom whispered, shutting the door softly behind him. You remained silent, trying to regulate your breathing like that of someone who’s asleep. He sighed, which made your heart crumple a bit. You wondered if you should respond, he might’ve had a hard day, but the nerves took over and you remained silent.

“You’re still sleeping?” He asked, partially to himself, before exiting the room once more. You could hear him talking with Tom from outside the door.

“Has Y/N been asleep all day?”

“Uh, no. She came out and ate lunch and played uno with us around 2. Is she asleep now?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

You planned on talking it out with him, and up until he walked into the house you were, but you were suddenly overcome with intense nerves and all you wanted to do was hide. You figured you would get a good night's rest and talk it out with him in the morning, that way if it went badly he would be out for most of the day at the studio and you wouldn’t have to sit in awkward silence as you tried to sleep.

He entered the room once again, stripping himself of his clothes as he preferred to sleep half naked, before joining you in bed. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him and wrapping you both in the blankets. Flipping over to face him, you nuzzled closer into his arms.

“Y/N?” He asks again, shifting to see if you’re awake. You hum in response this time, curious as to what he might have to say.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks, his hand returning to your cheek as it was this morning. You nod, letting out a small, genuine yawn as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“How was your day?” You ask, shifting the conversation.

“It was good. We finally got that song done, I think i’m gonna play with it a bit more tomorrow though. It’s good but I think it could be better.”

“You always think it can be better.”

“It always can.” He states simply, making you smile. You loved that about him, his pure determination and dedication to his craft. It can always be better.

“How was your day? Tom said you guys played a bit of uno, who won?”

“It was alright. Yeah, him and Adam were playing when I came down so I decided to join them. I think overall it was probably Tom though, I think he was cheating.” Dom laughed a little at the claim, brushing his fingers through your mess of a hair.

“So...” You began, needing to get a word out so you wouldn’t bail on talking about this. God, you hated confrontation. Especially when it was about something you were feeling.

Dom hummed in response, the gentle reminder to continue breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I wasn’t sick today.”

“No?” He encouraged

“No. I was a bit tired though. But, that wasn’t the problem. I was watching youtube last night and I came across a video someone made. It was, like, a compilation of cute moments or whatever so I watched it cause it was cute. Then I watched another, and a few more, and eventually I came across a video that was called ‘Halsey and YUNGBLUD being soulmates for 3 minutes’... and I watched it.” He lets out a small, quiet snort, not entirely catching onto the vibe of the conversation.

“Jeez, how do they come up with this shit.” He remarked lovingly

“Heh, yeah. It’s just… I watched it and I saw the way you talked about and looked at her… It just got me thinking, yenno?”

“I don’t. What’d it get you thinkin’ about, beautiful?”

“I just felt like maybe you regretted being with me. Maybe you’re still bummed that you guys broke up and you ended up with me. Like maybe you still miss her.” You admit. It’s silent for a moment as he takes it all in, you almost expect him to confirm your suspicions.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I made you feel like that.” He took a moment to think carefully about his next words “I know it must be hard to hear me talk about someone else like that, you can’t really escape my past relationships because of who I am. I honestly never thought of that. I love you, okay? Not anybody else. Obviously she and I had something, but it’s completely in the past and I don’t regret a thing because it led me to you, and I love you so much. You’re my fookin soulmate, I mean it. I’m not gonna let that slip out of your head ever again.” He said, punctuating it with a passionate kiss.

You expected the kiss to end rather quickly, but it didn’t. It kept going, building in intensity as you scooted closer to one another.

“I love you.” You whisper, breaking the kiss momentarily

“I love you so much, pretty girl” He responds, his hand coming up to hold your jaw.

“Hmm, show me.” You whisper, pulling him closer. His hand slides down your side and onto your thigh as your lips meet again, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling away lightly before indulging in the kiss once again.

Dom’s hands didn’t stay in one place for long, moving about your body as you made out, pausing his actions for a moment to take your shirt off, placing a kiss to each of your breasts before moving his lips up to your neck, leaving little marks for you to find in the morning. A chill ran down your back as he bit down on your ear, his hands massaging your breasts before reaching behind you and unbuckling your bra, throwing it off to the side and shifting his attention to your nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he presses his tongue flat against it as you lie down to give him a better angle.

His tongue flicking against your nipple while his hand plays with your other nipple. He swapped between which he used his mouth on and which he used his hand, making sure to give them both equal attention, your hands tangling themself into his hair while he did so. When he was satisfied he pulled away, causing you to let out a small whimper as you felt his lips leave you, making their way down your stomach in a series of wet, open mouthed kisses.

When he made it to your underwear he licked a single stripe, taking his his sweet, sweet time. First, kissing his way up one thigh, then back down and ghosting his lips over the area you needed him both, taking a moment to inhale your scent before kissing his way back up the other leg, and right back down.

“Please.” You whine

“Shh, I’m gonna take care of you, pretty girl.” He hushed, pulling your panties down your legs and glancing up at you as he did so, mimicking your pout before placing a chaste kiss on your clit. You leant your head back, closing your eyes as you waited patiently for him to begin.

He started off slowly, licking up your slit as he took his time with you. Dom loved to use his tongue anytime he could, you loved it too. When he ate you out, it wasn’t just tongue, he made sure to pay attention to your clit and use his fingers when needed but on nights like tonight, where he really wanted to drive you crazy, he made sure to use a lot of tongue.

“You taste so good, pretty girl.” He whispers, his breath fanning against you, his hands wrapped around your thighs as he lost himself in you, holding you like if he didn’t you would take his meal away. You tried your best to suppress the moans he was pulling out of you, knowing Adam and Tom were just rooms away. The way he was working you left you wishing you had come to him with this sooner. Your hips came up to meet his actions, your hand placed firmly on the back of his head, pushing him as far into you as he could go, eager to meet your release.

“That’s it, pretty girl, ride daddy’s face. Let daddy show you how much you mean to him.” He hums, taking a moment to catch his breath. You do as you’re told, the request putting you in anything but a bratty mood. You let out a small moan as he continues his actions, your hips setting the pace.

Once again, it started off slow, until you began to work yourself up. Your hand reached down, tangling itself in his hair once again, tugging as you tried to push yourself further down, your hips speeding up while you bite your tongue to keep down the moans that clawed their way up your throat.

You could feel the pressure building up in your stomach, squeaking out to Dom that you were gonna cum before releasing on his tongue. He let you remain there for a minute, riding out your high while he massaged and kissed your thighs. When you had fully come down you move yourself off his face, making your way down to his bulge where you began to unbutton his pants. His hand quickly came down to stop you.

“Tonight’s supposed to be about you.”

“I wanna make you feel good too.” You say, giving him a small pout. He stops to think for a moment before taking off his pants pulling you over him, giving himself a few painfully slow strokes before slipping himself inside of you. Your hips rocked carefully against him, still sensitive from your last orgasm. His hands continued to massage your hips as you found your pace, finding it harder and harder to remain silent.

“You’re so beautiful, pretty girl. Daddy loves to watch you bounce on his cock.” Dom growls, his hips coming up to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, you give up on holding back your moans at this point as it’s already very obvious to anyone in the house what's happening upstairs.

The bed was creaking, your skin slapping together as he thrust into you, unable to cease the loud moans falling past your lips. Your legs began to shake as you approached your second release. Dom pulls you close, holding you, the gentle gesture in sharp contrast with the way he’s pounding away at you.

“Please can I cum.” You whimper

“One moment,” he interrupted himself with a groan “I wanna cum with ya, love.”

You held on as best you could, melting into his grasp as he worked towards finishing himself off. Soon after he growled a barely audible “Cum.” signifying his release. You moaned against each other, Dom pulling you closer as close wasn’t close enough. He maintained his actions, riding through your orgasm with one hand in your hair and the other lovingly stroking your thigh.

“Daddy’s got you babygirl.” He whispers into your ear, hushing you as you come down from your high.

When you finally felt well enough to sit up, your muscles hurt from the strain so you and Dom decided to have a bath.

He got up to run the bath water just the way you liked it and insisted on carrying you there, because ‘You’re hurtin’ so you can’t walk.’

You didn’t mind, though, laying your head on his shoulder as he carried you princess style into the bathroom. Luckily, the boys were in their rooms with the doors closed, presumably to suppress some of the noise.

The warm watered soothed your aching as you sat with Dom behind you, his wet hands stroking your arms with his head buried in your neck while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

After that night, you didn’t think you’d ever question your relationship with Dom again.

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dulceheist · 3 years

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Heartbreaker | ethan torchio

Requested: no

summary: Y/n had struggled with drug addiction for a long enough time for it to feel lifetime. she had been sober for three months when a damned birthday party takes a place. But just as y/n feels like she’s hitting the rock bottom, she meets a dark haired man from her past who makes her night change it course.

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 1.3k

content and warnings: angsty. tw mention of drugs and addiction.

Y/n’s heart was bounding on her chest as her eyes locked with the stainy floor of the oldish appartment her friend Jelessa had rented for her birthday. The music slammed through the paper-thin white walls and y/n had a hard time believing anyone on the building had been able to sleep a second.

She felt bitter, not because she would have wanted to sleep, but because someone had brought out the fine white powder she so deadly had tried to avoid for the past few months. Y/n knew a lot of her friend's used drugs, well she knew for sure because that’s how she had ended up with them in the first place. She knew many of them struggled with drug addictions as well but still she couldn’t handle the sight of her friends filling their system with forbidden substance, looking like they were just effortlessly having fun, while she blamed the silver drug for ruining her life.

Or maybe it had been she herself, who knows. She didn’t like that’s how people saw her. A drug addict who had single evenhandedly ruined her own life. That’s how her family saw it and no matter how she tried to, she never could explain it well enough for them to understand.

The truth was she had never meant for any drug addictions, any financial issues or any relationship issues to happen. If someone would have asked her the first time she met the coke if she wanted to switch stable life for fast passing fun, she would have said no. But that’s not what she had been asked, what she had been asked was simply if she wanted to have fun. Faster she had noticed, the drug had become a need instead of a pleasure.

She knew she needed to leave the party before she made the same mistakes again. But something in her asked if it even mattered anymore? If this was a train running on a frozen track. If the end was written already. If this was how the rest of her life would pass by, avoiding the look of a powder white eyes, then why wouldn’t she just give into it as everyone thought she would.

She could have take the leap and spend the party like she had spent many before. But she had been so proud of those few sober months she felt angry at herself that she even walked into this party in the first place.

In the reflections of strangers eyes, she knew she didn’t wanna let herself down. So no matter how hard it was to get up, with one quick first step she trotted out of the apartment, into the yellow light-filled hallway.

***

Not a lot of places where open at 3am. The dim street light stretched it light over y/n. She knew the safest way to travel at night wasn’t by foot and alone but she didn’t care. It was like there was a fire inside of her. There was a need in her she hadn’t fulfilled. It felt so uncomfortably good yet painful. She was so proud she had left the party still sober, she felt so drained knowing she did. Most of all she felt uneasy, like she couldn’t trust herself. It was a feeling she couldn’t explain and that rose anxiety to her heart.

“Y/n?” She heard a voice call for her on the other side of the road. She turned to look towards the voice, her eyes locking in with the figure walking towards her, “Hello or goodnight, how u take it.” Ethan smiled approaching her but his smile quickly faded.

She knew he was examining whether she was on drugs or not and why she was walking here at night if not. “Hi Ethan.” She smiled gently back at her. God knows what could have been between them if Ethan hadn’t known y/n was an addict since the early days of them meeting.

She had met him through a friend and sometimes she still grieved how quickly he had realized to change a course. It made her extremely sad because she had liked him a lot and part of her was even angry he even thought about walking up to her after never giving her a chance. Sometimes, quite often, she found her mind wondering back to the times they had spend together.

But she knew he didn’t owe her a chance and she knew from every piece of him, he was a golden person. And that’s probably also what drove him to her on this nighty street.

“What are you doing here?” Ethan asked as they continued to walk down the street.

“Just going home, it was Jalessa’s birthday.” She answered to him.

“Hmm” She could tell he was still examining her. He didn’t know how drugs worked, that’s why he was always so on his toes with her.

“I’m sober if that’s what you thinking.” y/n answered maybe a tiny bit too strictly than she meant to. “I’ve been for few months now.” She continued little more softly. She almost felt embarrassed to say it.

“oh.” He seemed actually surprised, “That’s amazing.” A not-so-subtle smile rose to his lips. Y/n couldn’t help but smile back at him, she knew she wanted all best of her regardless.

The silence fell between the two.

“I’ve missed you.” Ethan broke the silence

“Gosh.” y/n whispered and rolled her eyes. A bad habit she had. She didn’t really know any other ways to handle situations like this.

“I really have.” Ethan said again, stopping.

Y/n turned back to look at him. She found his words rather pointless. opening the old scars, she didn’t really know why he wanted to go there.

“Okey..” She said, “You’re making this so awkward.”

“No, you’re making it awkward.” Ethan muttered and started walking again, this time faster.

“I’m not the one bringing the old cats to the table.” Y/n spoke back to him. He was clearly getting frustrated.

He let out unamused laugh, “I just said I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah but it was you who decided to break things off so I’d expect that you wouldn’t bring it up then.”

“Well I noticed that you’re bitter but I’m not gonna stand there and watch you snort yourself into the grave.” Ethan’s words came out sharper than knives.

It really did hurt y/n. Never had he ever been so blunt with her. She knew herself the reason why Ethan had broken their thing off so early was because her drug abuse. And in many ways she felt angry with herself for ruining everything, she felt guilty but she also felt betrayed. Even if she maybe wasn’t allowed to, she felt beyond upset that the person she had felt most comfortable with hadn’t been willing to stand behind her. She understood him but it did hurt her. She started walking faster away from him.

“Y/n!” Ethan yelled after her before trotting back next to her, “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Okey.” y/n had went back to her rock solid answer.

“I mean...” Ethan wrapped his arms around her upper arm, stopping her from walking away. “I meant that I knew I could never watch you go away like that. Or anything, I could never watch anything bad happen to you.”

“ I just really wanted to be with you.” y/n words started to sound pathetic in her own ears. She didn’t want that he felt like she was begging but right at that moment, she felt weak in a way she hadn’t before.

Her eyes started to water a little bit. It had been a long night and heartbreak was not something she wanted to deal with right not, especially not with the heart breaker.

“You’re a heartbreaker, you know that?” She whispered as she felt his hand come to meet with her teary cheek.

“You’re a heartbreaker too.” He said.

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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At Night We Name Every Star - Single Dad!Charlie x Owen

THIS IS PART 5 OF THE SINGLE DAD!CHARLIE SERIES, YOU CAN FIND THE OTHER PARTS HERE

Request: none

Word Count: 2083 words

Summary: part 5 of the single dad!charlie series and part 2 of the hawaii trip, charlie and owen confront the Moment they had on the chair, and take margaux stargazing

Warnings: i think you all know at this point but just a warning that this is implied mutual crushing between owen and charlie, if you dont feel comfortable with romantic chowen do not read

A/N: this is dedicated to the incredible @happinessinthedarkesttimes for always listening to my single dad!charlie series ideas and providing so much support for the series, i really hope you enjoy this one x i have so many ideas for this series and so much motivation to write it because of how much i’m loving it so keep your eyes peeled for more! anyways, enjoy! i’m off to make myself some toast at 3am cause i’m craving it now haha

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Charlie was woken by the hushed giggles of both his daughter and his best friend, and the early morning sun peeking in through the closed curtains.

“Shh you’ll wake Daddy.” Owen was whispering, and from the muffled movement coming from across the room Charlie easily figured out that Margaux had climbed into Owen’s bed.

Charlie turned his head ever so slightly, not wanting to disturb the pair, and squinted across the room. Owen was sat up in his bed, leaning against the headboard, and Margaux was in his lap, leaning against his chest. In Margaux’s hands was Owen’s iPad, and Paw Patrol was playing quietly, that they were clearly watching together.

“When will Daddy get up?” Margaux questioned in a bad attempt at a whisper.

“Soon.” Owen answered, playing with a stray curl on Margaux’s head. “We said we’d let him sleep until 7, remember?”

“What time is it?” She asked. Owen shifted, clearly checking the time.

“6:43. Still a little bit longer.” He said. Margaux visibly deflated.

“Oh okay.” She pouted.

Charlie smiled to himself, and was about to alert the duo that he was awake when Margaux spoke again.

“Papa?” She spoke, and Owen paused Paw Patrol to answer her.

“Yeah darling?” He said, and Charlie smiled at the pet name.

“Can we go see the stars? Daddy said we would.” Margaux asked, clearly recalling the conversation he had with her before they headed to Hawaii.

“Not right now but I’m sure we can go tonight when the stars wake up.” Owen told her and Charlie almost melted at the sweet way he worded it. Margaux tilted her head.

“Are they sleeping?” She questioned, and Owen nodded.

“Yeah they are.” He said.

“Like Daddy.” Margaux stated, and Charlie could hear the smile in Owen’s voice as he replied.

“Yep, like Daddy.” He agreed. There was a moment of silence before Margaux spoke again.

“Papa?” She said. Owen hummed in response.

“Yeah Maggie?” He replied.

“What time is it now?” Margaux questioned.

Owen laughed.

“6:47. Not quite time.” He said. Margaux glanced towards Charlie, who quickly shut his eyes, before turning back to Owen.

“Okay. We watch Paw Patrol then?” She asked.

“Sounds like a plan.” Owen agreed, and they fell silent again, Paw Patrol starting up again on Owen’s iPad.

Deciding to join them, Charlie rolled, before sitting up slowly and fake yawning.

“Daddy! You’re awake!” Margaux exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Charlie would never get over the feeling of pure joy at how excited his daughter always got to see him, whether he’d been gone for five minutes or five hours, or in this case, sleeping right next to her.

“Good morning baby.” He answered. “What you watching?”

“Paw Patrol. Papa said it’s his favourite.” She explained.

“Oh is it?” Charlie raised an eyebrow. Owen’s cheeks flushed slightly.

“Yep.” Margaux answered for Owen, snuggling back into the blond boy’s chest.

“Do you think I can watch with you?” Charlie asked. Margaux nodded eagerly.

“Yeah!” She said happily.

Charlie slid out of bed, and sat down next to Owen and Margaux. Margaux tilted the iPad.

“Can you see it Daddy?” She asked, and Charlie nodded, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I can baby, thank you.” He replied, settling down with his head on Owen’s shoulder. Owen shifted, wrapping an arm around Charlie, and the older boy smiled contently.

He never wanted to leave this bed.

Unfortunately for Charlie, eventually they did have to leave the bed, their hunger getting the better of them.

After getting Margaux set up on the couch with the TV playing the morning cartoons, Charlie joined Owen in the kitchen.

“Thanks for looking after her this morning.” Charlie said, a smile on his face. Owen shook his head.

“You don’t have to thank me. I love spending time with her, and you deserved the extra sleep.” He replied, flipping the bacon in the pan.

“What time did she wake up?” Charlie asked, placing two slices of bread into the toaster.

“Just after 6. We came out here and got some juice, and then we decided to watch a show together, so we went back to bed and curled up how you found us.” Owen answered. Charlie gasped jokingly.

“Wow. Juice, Paw Patrol and cuddles. Looks like you’re the favourite parent now.” He teased. Owen glanced up at him.

“But you’re her parent.” He said, clearly confused. Charlie rolled his eyes.

“So are you. The kid calls you Papa, you look after her, feed her, play with her, she adores you. Trust me Owen, you’re her parent.” He stated, and Owen’s cheeks flushed a soft pink.

“Does that mean we’re co-parenting now?” Owen asked, only partially joking.

“I prefer to think of it as we’re a little family.” Charlie said softly, and their eyes connected for a moment.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.” Margaux called. Charlie swallowed, looking away from Owen. Owen blinked a few times before returning his attention to the bacon.

“I know baby, Papa’s making you bacon and I’m making you some toast.” Charlie told her, and Margaux turned back to the TV, clearly satisfied with that answer.

“Char?” Owen spoke up.

“Yeah?” Charlie replied absentmindedly, spreading butter on Margaux’s toast and cutting the crusts off.

“Can we talk about the other night?” Owen questioned. Just as Charlie was about to answer, Kenny entered the kitchen.

“Later.” Charlie said under his breath, just loud enough for Owen to hear.

“Okay.” Owen grabbed the plate of food for Margaux, and with one last glance at Charlie, headed over to the couch where the four year old was sitting, placing her breakfast plate on a cushion in her lap.

“He’s gonna be a good dad one day.” Kenny commented, watching Owen help Margaux cut her bacon into smaller pieces.

“He already is.” Charlie smiled. Kenny looked back at him, taking in his expression.

“Uh oh, I know that look.” He said, and Charlie turned his attention to the older man.

“What look?” He asked, frowning.

“The lovesick puppy look.” Kenny said, and Charlie’s heart sank slightly.

“I’m not a lovesick puppy.” He denied.

“Sure.” Kenny shook his head, standing up but pausing. “But Charlie? Before you go dismissing any feelings just take a moment to think about how Owen might be feeling. You might be pleasantly surprised.”

Charlie watched him walk away, his words echoing in his mind. Did Kenny know something he didn’t know?

He shook his head, grabbing his own breakfast and heading over to Margaux and Owen.

That was a thought for Future Charlie to deal with.

The next time Charlie and Owen found themselves alone was on the beach in the late afternoon. They were laid on sunloungers, Margaux sitting in the sand in front of them building a sandcastle.

“So.” Charlie spoke after a few minutes of silence.

“So.” Owen mimicked.

“What did you wanna talk about?” Charlie questioned.

“The other night, when we were sitting on the chair.” Owen replied, and Charlie bit the inside of his lip.

“What about it?” He asked.

“What about it? Charlie we almost kissed.” Owen’s voice raised slightly, but not loud enough that anyone else on the beach could hear him. The last thing either of them wanted was for a fan to overhear the conversation and next minute everyone would know.

“So?” Charlie shrugged, his eyes never once leaving Margaux.

“So?” Owen exclaimed. “What do you mean so? People who almost kiss their best friends don’t normally just say ‘so’. Especially when they’re supposed to be straight.”

“Who said anything about being straight?” Charlie questioned, and Owen just stared at him for a few seconds, clearly not expecting that response.

“You’re not taking this seriously Charlie.” He stated, a slight annoyance seeping into his tone.

“How do you want me to act Owen? Do you want me to say it was a mistake, or an accident, or deny that it even happened? Or, do you want me to do this.” Charlie grabbed Owen’s face, pulling him in and connecting their lips for a few moments before pulling away just as quickly. He glanced around the beach to make sure no one had seen them, before settling back, his eyes focusing on Margaux and her sandcastle once again.

“Is that what you wanted me to do?” Charlie finished, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Owen, frozen in his place.

“What did you do to Owen?” Jeremy asked as he walked over to join them, placing his bag on the chair next to Charlie, Tori following close behind him.

“Kissed him.” Charlie said, and both Tori and Jeremy laughed, clearly not taking him seriously.

“Yeah sure.” Tori rolled her eyes playfully. She reached out and poked Owen’s cheek and Owen jumped slightly, eyes wide.

“You good?” She questioned. Owen swallowed before nodding,

“Yeah, just got caught up in my thoughts.” He lied. Charlie bit the inside of his lip, forcing himself not to look over at Owen.

He stared at Margaux, zoning out of the conversation, but it was hard to focus when all he could think about was the feeling of Owen’s lips on his own, and the faint taste of spearmint when he licked his lips.

Later that night Charlie, Owen and Margaux headed off to stargaze, blankets and hot chocolate in their bags.

They arrived at the spot the locals had recommended, and Charlie made quick work of spreading a rug on the grass for them to lay on, while Owen and Margaux poured hot chocolate for each of them.

They settled down on the blanket, Charlie and Owen on each side with Margaux in between them, staring up at the star filled sky above them.

“What’s that one called Daddy?” Margaux questioned, pointing to a bright star above them. Charlie couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m not sure baby. Should we give it a name?” He replied.

“Hmm.” Margaux paused, clearly thinking. “Margaux.”

“A beautiful name.” Charlie smiled. Margaux sat up.

“That’s my name.” She said. Charlie laughed slightly.

“I know.” He answered, and Margaux settled back down on the blanket.

“What about that one?” Charlie pointed to a different star.

“Papa’s turn.” Margaux decided, rolling to look at Owen.

“Frank.” Owen stated, and Margaux squealed with laughter, causing both Owen and Charlie to smile.

“That’s funny.” She giggled. After a moment Owen pointed to another large star.

“That one’s Daddy.” He said, and Charlie frowned slightly.

“Why?” He asked.

“Cause it’s next to the Margaux star.” Owen said. Charlie’s heart fluttered.

“Then the one next to it is the Papa star.” Charlie replied.

“What about Bindi?” Margaux chimed in. She was obsessed with Owen’s dog, despite having never met her. Charlie couldn’t wait for the day that he got to take her to Oklahoma to meet Bindi.

“That one right there.” Owen decided, pointing to a smaller star near the star that had been declared his.

They continued like this for a while, until Margaux sleepily climbed into Charlie’s arms, and fell asleep on his chest.

“Should we go back?” Owen questioned.

“Probably.” Charlie sighed, but neither of them moved.

“Char?” Owen spoke again.

“Yeah?” Charlie answered.

“Why did you kiss me?” He asked, and Charlie took a breath. He had known that was coming at some point.

“Cause I wanted to.” Charlie said, deciding on being honest.

“Oh.” Owen fell silent. Charlie sat up, careful not to wake Margaux.

“Can I do it again?” He asked. Owen hesitated.

“What about Maggie?” He said.

“She’ll be fine, I’ll be careful.” Charlie told him.

“I-” Owen stopped. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” Charlie questioned.

“For us to not be friends anymore. Once we cross that bridge there’s no going back and I’m not ready to risk it yet.” Owen admitted, and Charlie’s heart sunk.

“That’s okay. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.” Charlie assured him softly, trying to push past the slight sting of rejection, reminding himself that it was only temporary.

Owen smiled softly, placing a quick kiss on Charlie’s cheek.

“Thank you.” He whispered. Charlie nodded.

“Of course.” They fell silent for a few moments before Charlie cleared his throat.

“Wanna head back?” He asked, and Owen stood up in response, stretching slightly. Charlie stood up carefully and Owen packed the blankets up, leaving one to drape across Margaux as she slept in Charlie’s arms, and together they headed back to the villa, not knowing what the future held but both knowing that it would be a good thing.

#single dad!charlie #single dad!charlie series #single dad!charlie x owen #owen patrick joyner #charlie gillespie #dad!charlie #chowen

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charspnp · 3 years

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11a and 6b with Shinsou? Maybe with a male or gender neutral reader, please! Thank you!!!

「 hitoshi shinsou x male!reader 」

11a. stargazing with them (+maybe an existential crisis or two)

+6b. "your hair looks soft.... can i touch it?"

a/n: my first male reader request!!! thank you sm anon <33 (also, there's not really an existential crisis, sorry :// )

300 follower prompts

300 follower masterlist

you and shinsou we're both deemed the night owls of class 2-a. after running into each other in the kitchen at 3am, you guys kinda clicked. if he were honest, shinsou was kinda relieved, as he was the new student in the hero course (though people would love to be friends with him already).

you'd spend your nights in your room, his room, the kitchen, anywhere, really. tonight, though, you had asked him to meet with you on the roof. tonight, you wanted to come out to him, but you didn't wanna do it in one of your usual spots, scared that if he didn't accept you, thats all you'd think about when you were at that place.

shivering slightly, shinsou made sure the large door closed quietly behind him. after closing it, he pulled his (your) hoodie sleeves over his hands and walked over to where he saw the lump on the floor that was you. he wrapped his arms around himself, starting to shake with the gusts of wind that blew around him.

"y/n?" he called out to you.

"yeah?" you asked, hearing the sound of his soft footsteps coming closer.

"you good, man?"

"yeah," you responded, not looking at him, "just thinking."

he walked closer and layed down next to you, a little ways away from where you layed. that didn't help your nervousness at all. he looked up at the sky, the shining white stars glowing in the sea of blue-ish black of the night sky. not a cloud in sight.

you felt his eyes on the side of your face, burning a hole in your left cheek. you clenched your jaw and opened your eyes to look back into his purple ones.

"hey," he smiled and chuckled a little.

"hello," you laughed back.

"you sure you okay?"

you looked back up at the sky and replied quietly, "yeah, i'm good, i just…" you left off.

"you what?"

"i have something i wanna tell you."

that sentence alone made shinsou's anxiety skyrocket, it always did. 'i have something i wanna tell you' or 'we need to talk' was never a good sign; it always ended with heartbreak and sadness.

"what is it?" his voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

you can't say it. you can't. not now.

"your hair looks soft… can i touch it?" you squeezed your eyes shut, afraid of what he would say or think of you.

"y-yeah, sure."

you looked over at him and watched as he turned over and crawled over your body, his large hands on either side of your torso and glanced up at your face for a split second before lowering down onto your body. he stuck his head into the crook of your neck and you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, completely sure he could hear your fast heartbeat. the tips of his hair tickled your face slightly as his steady breathing tickled your exposed skin that peeked out from the larger hoodie shinsou had given you (given is a strong word).

slowly, you lifted your hand and put it in his hair. you felt his breath stop before he quickly gathered himself. you ran your fingers through his soft hair (way softer than you had thought). you felt him let out a sigh, the hot air from his mouth seeping through your hoodie, warming up a part of your chest.

you took a deep breath, shinsou's body rising with the movement. if you're gonna do this, better do it now.

"toshi?"

"yeah?" he mumbled, lost in the pleasure of your fingers in his hair.

"you ever been in love?" you pussy.

"yeah," he responded so confidently.

your hand stopped for a split second but you forced it to continue weaving through his hair, trying to seem unbothered.

"yeah?" you asked.

"yeah… they, uh, they're super cool," he took a deep breath before continuing, "they're so smart, so cute, funny. the whole package, really."

well, fuck. you weren't expecting this. blinking back tears, you pondered on telling him. he doesn't like you back, anyways, so why not?

"i… i'm gay," you whispered.

you felt as if the world stopped with his silence. maybe he didn't hear you? god, you really hope he didn't hear you.

then he lifted his head up.

"me too…" he said, looking right into your eyes.

"y-you are?" you moved your hands to his cheeks, holding his face.

he glanced to the side for a second, "w-well, i'm bi, but, uh yeah-"

"i like you," you interrupted.

shinsou's face burned in your palms and it felt like his elbows were about to lock, his body becoming stiff.

"i- mmph-" you were interrupted by shinsou smashing his lips to yours.

you pulled away for a second to look into his eyes before leaning in and kissing him again. you rolled the both of you over to where you were on top of him. he pulled away, breathing hard and lips (and cheeks) red.

"i'm guessing this means you like me back?" you asked.

he chuckled and rolled his eyes, pulling you into him again.

#shinsou x reader #shinsou imagine #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #mha imagine #mha x reader #shinsou x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #request #fluff #charlies 300 follower event #anon

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vocalyunho · 4 years

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Losers

Part 2 of bad boy! Yunho, part 1 here

pairing — bad boy! Yunho x reader (fem)

genre — angst with a sprinkle of smut, fluff.

word count — 4k

warnings — explicit language, lots of kissing, (almost) handjob, talk about inner self and emotions.

synopsis — After the night of the dare, Yunho has to cope with his new -to him- self. Realizing that getting you out of his head was impossible, he decides to visit you. However, you misunderstand the reason he came to see you, but he needs to make himself clear.

A/N: first of, thank you all for appreciating the first part & sending me so nice messages! Secondly, I noticed (once again) that I can’t write angst to save my damn life, so I’m sorry again if this one’s messy or doesn’t reach your expectations. Your feedback is very much appreciated, please don’t stay silent :’)

Everything was spinning around him. The lights, even though dim, seemed too bright for him and his red eyes, the music was too loud and bothersome, the accrual smoke was choking him, Yunho’s head was throbbing but his thoughts were clear in his mind. You. That green poison he’s been smoking and all the alcohol he’s consumed, did nothing. You’re still living, rent free, in his mind and he can’t do anything to get you out of there. The way your lips had nibbled on his neck and the way you’d looked at him, that night, when his hands were under your shirt were still in his mind. You looked so innocent, yet so confident. So helpless, yet so determined to win the game and he was just the conduit for that, nothing more.

Yunho walked slowly towards Hongjoong’s crowded living room and flopped on the couch clumsily. His legs spread in an attempt to feel his body and his hands rested on each side of his body as he swallowed a few times with effort. The aforementioned man has been gone for a while now. Last time he saw Hongjoong, was when a girl was dragging him into his bedroom, both probably too drunk and ready to relieve all the accumulated sexual tension built through drinking and dancing on each other. His eyes couldn’t stay open anymore, he let them fall shut as his head rested on the back of the couch. He needed some quiet for once, maybe he should leave but only after he feels ready to walk to his own apartment. He knew this would happen and he was wise enough not to ride his motorcycle that night. Every time he’s in Hongjoong’s, he always ends up like this, high and fucked up, but not like tonight. Tonight, he went beyond his limits, he was determined to get you out of his mind but all he succeeded in, was thinking of you more.

He almost felt peaceful for a bit until he felt someone straddling him and as he opened his eyes, a girl with too revealing clothes was sitting on his lap, already grinding on his crotch. He gasped at the sudden pressure on his cock and looked at her with heavy eyes “how about we go to the bathroom and you fuck me on the countertop, like this one time, remember?”, she whispered snuggling against his neck “I want those inked arms around my throat so bad”, she moaned but he couldn’t even remember who she was, let alone the fact that he was inside her in the recent past. In any other situation, he’d already be on his feet and up for some fun but now he only turned his head the other way, “I need to leave”.

“oh c’mon”, she tried to hug him but he was fast to break free from her embrace “I said I need to leave”, he moved her on the seat next to him and stood up, heading for the door.

“dude, are you leaving already?”, Wooyoung shouted from the other side of the apartment but Yunho only wore his leather jacket and moved his two fingers, gesturing goodbye to him.

Once he was home, the bed seemed more captivating than a hot shower. His legs couldn’t keep him up longer, after all. Everything was still spinning, except now he’s in the safety of his own home and random girls aren’t coming up to him asking for sex in bathrooms. He fell asleep in a matter of seconds and, maybe, these little hours he slept where the only ones you weren’t wandering around his mind, in the conscious part, at least.

-------------------------------------------

Waking up early everyday to study isn’t the easiest thing, especially when you work late every night. If you wanna keep your health you’ll have to quit that job, but for now you need the money it offers.

Lately all your days are either spent in the library or in a cafe, studying for the upcoming exams and the nights...they’re always spent in the bar, moving around filled glasses and taking them back empty. And that’s exactly what’s happening now and you still have an hour to go till you can get back to the warmth of your sweet home.

Bars are...lovely. Well, not your favourite places to be, but considering that most youths spend their time in clubs, bars are much more preferred. The music is low enough to share a good conversation with someone, but still loud enough to enjoy the melodies themselves. The decoration is much more genteel than clubs and cafes, the clients more kind and free to come in dressed in anything they find pretty or comfortable. The vibes are more chill, collected, nonchalant, if you will, and there’s a balance in everything that’s hard to find in other places.

You’ve been moving around beautifully decorated cocktails all night and if it wasn’t for the -not so high- heels you’ve been wearing, you’d be enjoying doing so. You can feel your heels and ankles starting to burn but there’s only an hour left, you can do it.

Once you were back to take the newly made drinks from the bartender, the door of the bar opened fast and a male entered. Usually, you know who enters. The bar is small and by far not one of the famous ones in the city, so the clients are pretty much the same and especially on weekends. But this one…no, you didn’t know him. He wore black jeans and a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. You noticed the brown timberland shoes, not many people around you wear those, and his features…you couldn’t identify them due to the sunglasses he was wearing and his head that hang low. This man really entered a bar which already had dim lighting, at 2AM, with sunglasses on. Your eyebrows furrowed and the bartender gestured for you to take his order once he was sat. A helmet hang from the man’s right hand and moving slowly, he found a table on the very back of the place to sit. It felt like you were in a movie, where a stranger enters a pub, and everyone stares at him until he takes a gun out and starts shooting.

You moved to his table with your mind still on how your feet hurt and spoke politely “hello, what can I get for you?”

“you”

“excuse me?”

He raised his head and your insides felt like they twisted…not in the bad way, actually exactly the opposite. Yunho stared at you, you assumed, but after he took the sunglasses off you were sure he did. But he wasn’t the same. Even with the dim lighting of the place you could see how his eyes were red, he must’ve been (crying) smoking something. It wouldn’t be beyond belief, if he did.

“I wanna talk to you”, he spoke with a deep voice and it reminded you of his voice the night of the dare.

“I’m sorry, I’m working. Now what can I get for you?”

“when’s your shift over? I’ll wait”, he spoke fast as he rested his elbows on the table, moving his upper body forward. His body language proved tension spreading in his system and his voice sounded desperate, but you couldn’t figure out why.

“what can I get for you?”

“please”

“is a whiskey fine?”

“it’s important”

“is a whiskey fine?”

“…yeah”

He stayed there, drinking and following you with his gaze. Truth is, there was nothing for you to talk about, even if you really wanted to, too. The only real interaction you had was that night and you had made it clear to him that it should be forgotten and especially not be told to anyone. Yet there he was now, wanting to talk to you and God knows how he found out you worked there.

When it striked 3AM, you headed for the ‘employees’ only’ room to change the uncomfortable outfit and the even more uncomfortable shoes. Your mind was still on Yunho though who was out there waiting for you and a million questions flooded your mind. How did he find out about the bar you’re working for? What is the important thing he wants to talk to you about? Will he follow you to your apartment? And what- “hey”, you flinched at the sudden voice and turned your head fast only to see him right in the entrance.

“you’re not allowed to be in here”, you said calmly as you tied your second shoelace.

“I need to talk to you”

“we have nothing to say, now please leave. Only employees can enter here”, you stood up, heading for your locker to take your forest green jacket as he remained silent. You wore it fast and took your backpack, ready to leave but once you turned around he was there, right behind you with his head bent forward to reach your eye level.

“fuck, you scared me”, your back hit the locker and your hand reached for your chest where your heart beat faster at the abrupt presence.

“I felt something”

“I told you to leave, I’ll call the manager”

“I’ve never felt anything before…for anyone”

“YUNHO, LEAVE”

“you still remember my name”, he smiled and let his eyes fall on your lips and you really thought he must be high on something.

An awkward silence filled the room and his words got replayed in your head “ask that one more time and I’ll make sure you never forget it again”. He had achieved it…you couldn’t forget his name ever again. You couldn’t forget anything that happened that night ever again.

You looked anywhere but at him until he grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger and forced your head up to look in his eyes. The inked thumb played with your bottom lip, lightly pulling it down to expose your bottom teeth as his eyes remained glued on yours. You fought the urge to suck on it, but your knees weakened just at the thought. He looked good, like a god in your eyes.

“You made me like this”, he pointed at himself.

“like what?”

“look at me, I’m a wreck!”

“I did nothing!”

“I can’t get you out of my fucking head! I keep trying and trying but-!”

“Yunho, please leave”, you pressed your eyebrows together, raising them at the same time. If he continued you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your thoughts locked inside your mind for long.

“You’re ruining me!”

He widened his eyes and his voice got higher at that, like he just realized. If only he knew he was ruining you, too…but you thought he was ruining you in a completely different way. You had succeeded in winning the dare, but not in what he had warned you about. Not one day had passed without thinking of him and you were so mad at yourself for that, yet you couldn’t stop it. And every time you’d randomly see him on campus, your mind would go back to the dare and how he held you and how he had stopped his hands from moving when he realized you weren’t comfortable and how you so wanted to know him more than that, to know the real him. You were falling for him but, of course, you wouldn’t accept it. It’s not logical, you can’t fall for someone you don’t know. However, it all felt familiar. It felt like you were, again, reading one of those -way too corny- romantic novels in which the girl fell for the bad guy. They always ended with the guy taking the one thing he wanted and the girl having a broken heart and right now…you feel like you are the protagonist in one of those novels and he…he’s only there to take that one thing he always wants (however, me as the omniscient writer, I can guarantee you he meant you were ruining him the same way he ruined you).

“fuck, I need you”, he crashed his lips on yours fast, still holding your chin and now his other hand found your waist and held on it tightly but still loosely enough for you to break free if you wanted, but you didn’t. Your eyes fluttered close and you gave in, in an instant. How could you not? All you’ve been thinking about is him, but you knew it wasn’t right. He is Yunho, he’s a player, he’s nothing like you, he’s not for you. But the sweetness of the awry is too captivating not to give in. Your lips moved against his in an open mouthed kiss, your tongues danced together and your saliva got mixed with his, until he groaned and broke the kiss in need of air. You rested your head against the locker and looked up at him, his head hang low again…

“don’t you have anything to say?”, he spoke softly and you realized it was the first time you ever heard him talk like that, without anger or sarcasm in his voice.

“what do you expect me to say?”, you were too stuck to your mindset to notice the little things “that I’m glad you can’t forget how well you fucked me or to thank you for coming back for a second round?”, it hurt to say these. But Yunho was always a player, he always slept with girls and never spoke to them again and you obviously were one of them now.

“what? No”

“then what?”

“don’t you understand?” his eyebrows furrowed as he took a step back to take all your features in “I’ve never felt anything like this before. It was all about sex to me…always! I only cared about that. I only wanted my needs to be taken care of but that night…of the dare, I felt things for you and I got so fucking scared…that wasn’t me!”, a vein on his forehead was visible “I’ve warned all the girls I’ve ever been with not to catch feelings for me because I won’t be there for them. I’m not the type to get in relationships because attachment, that shit scares me! Yet, after we…did it, it hurt me to think I was only your way to win a game, a fucking game!”

“maybe it was your turn to feel how the girls you’re playing with, really feel”

That hurt.

He stayed silent for a bit. His mind was hazy and he couldn’t lie to himself, he had thought that this was the revenge that had been waiting for him.

“I’m a fucking asshole and I deserved it and maybe…this was a lesson for me but-” his expression proved pain “I can’t stop thinking about you and I hate myself for that…”

“…because I wanted to be more than just a dare to you…”

Your heart felt like it’d fly out of your chest and your breath got caught in your throat.

“…but I know I can’t change your mind about me, goddamnit!”

His fist hit the locker next to you, before turning around to walk in the room. Your heart clenched, realizing the meaning of his words. You weren’t the only one feeling differently. His head looked towards the ceiling and the new silence that filled the place gave you the chance to think and, maybe, now you know why his eyes have been red and it’s not from smoking something.

He’s hurting…and it’s the first time he’s feeling something like this, this type of pain.

He is finding himself, the self that’s been hiding under the tough, bad guy image he’s exposing to everyone. He needed this pain to finally see inside him and find the real him.

But he was wrong about one thing. You never had a complete opinion about him, therefore there was nothing for him there to change. There was only empty space where he could build the image about him in your head, and you wanted him to do that. You wanted him to put the foundations of his real image.

“Yunho”

“I’ve never let myself get attached to anyone but I only now realized that it’s uncontrollable. All this time I wasn’t controlling who I’ll get attached to and who not, it just didn’t happen…until I met you”. He, finally, turned to face you again.

He walked close to you again “and I know this will make me sound like a loser and, maybe, I am but…I think I’m falling for you”.

Your heart skipped a couple of beats, you’re sure about that, but his eyes were the most genuine ones you’ve seen in a while “Yunho-”

He shushed you by inhaling, ready to speak again but you were fast to prevent him “no, Yunho let me talk”, his eyes seemed sad but you got a hold of his hands that hang on each side of his body, to bring his attention back on you.

“I think I’m falling for you too”

You said fast and his breath got caught in his throat. Of course he didn’t expect to hear that. Your mind was going crazy at the moment with all the things you wanted to say but decided to only speak the important ones.

“…but I don’t think it’s right. You’ve been playing with girls all your life Yunho, maybe it’s in your nature, I don’t know…”

“but I can’t lie, I can’t stop thinking about you either…”, your eyes flickered between his.

You wanted him and he wanted you, it was obvious by both parties by now. You were willing to help him discover his real self and you were especially willing to let yourself fall in love but you were too inexperienced too to bear the pain it could cause you, if it didn’t work out.

“…I felt things too you know but you don’t know, even a little, how love feels and I can’t just be your lab rat, just one more experience for you. I can’t let myself fall deep and then have my heart shattered, I can’t take it!”, your eyebrows raised sympathetically and tears threatened to wet your cheeks.

“I know how it is to feel loved and now…I think I’m ready to be the one who loves, I’m ready to learn and-”

“I’m scared, Yunho”, your eyes met the marbled floor between your bodies.

“I’m scared too”

Both of you weren’t the most experienced people when it came to love and, especially, Yunho. But you wanted to try and learn and, even, fall for each other and Yunho didn’t want to give up on the first strong feelings he’s ever had. This meant something.

“but we can…”

“…discover ourselves together…just give me a chance-”, he held your hands in his. His eyes were glistening, like a million pieces of hope were in them.

“I don’t know, Yunho”

“let me make this work out and, maybe, if everything turns out well…I can call you mine”

Those tears that had been threating to fall, did wet your cheeks now as you looked at him again. No one had ever told you something like this before and you never thought you’d hear it for the first time from him. Yunho isn’t the guy everyone thought he was, he is much more than that. Maybe, he’s the meaning behind the saying: don’t judge a book by its cover. Yunho had never let his real emotions take over him and even if those emotions tried, he had his self locked up. It’s like his hidden self couldn’t take it anymore and when he met you the real him broke free from the cage Yunho, himself, had him locked up. If you connected all the dots, it made sense now. Yunho isn’t just a player, he’s an unexperienced boy who only wants to feel real attraction, instead of just the physical one. And maybe if you gave him the chance, he would.

“and I want to call you mine, too”

You’re indeed the protagonist of your own romantic novel but, no, this one won’t end like all the others.

“hell, I so wanna call you mine”, you shut your eyes tightly and exhaled…and your next words got Yunho dumbfounded.

“…let’s take it slowly…”

“…let’s start by being friends”

Yunho’s heart had never clenched so hard before. He thought he’d lose his balance right then and there and collapse like a child who had just found out that his brother had eaten the very precious sweet he’s been hiding from everyone. A soft frown found his lips as he spoke the first words that came to his dizzy mind.

“can friends do this?”

He cupped your cheeks and you felt his thumbs rub your apples, but you were the one to lean in this time. You kissed him hesitantly but he kissed back with no second thoughts. You didn’t wanna be his friend…you wanted to kiss his neck and his lips and his cheeks and all his being and, maybe, love him too. He took your arm and threw it over his shoulder and you wrapped them both around his neck. This kiss was slower than before, more passionate like there was meaning behind it. A tingling feeling was sent down your spine when you noticed none of you rushed to make it deeper. It was just enough to feel how the emotions he was experiencing were new to him and you were sure now, you’re willing to help him welcome them.

“because, if they can, I don’t think I’ll be able to call you friend for long”

“friends don’t do what I’m about to do either”, you said and let your hand slide down all the way from his neck, through his t-shirt, and to his jeans and rested it on his soft member. You didn’t know why you did that, but you knew the vibe was so different from the last time you had touched him there, more endearing, if you will. He stiffened sensibly and let his head hung low as a small moan left his lips. His hands found the hem of your t-shirt and, letting them slip underneath the fabric, he grasped your sides with the whole of his large palms.

Your lips found each other’s again in a sloppier kiss and with eyes flattered shut and heavy breaths against the other’s skin, your hand slipped under the jeans and the thin material of his boxers. You caressed him slowly, receiving a hum turned into a groan from him.

“yeah they don’t…but losers who fall for each other, do”

He said and pinched your sides making you take your hand out of his jeans. You stared at him for a while. Maybe if you both tried, you could learn together and you could fall together and you could help each other find your real selves.

Collecting his thoughts, for the first time after a long time, Yunho took your hand in his. You walked out of the ‘employees only’ room and the bar, with him guiding you like you didn’t know the place.

“Let me take my friend on a friend date for friends”

“I would accept if it wasn’t 4am…”

You wouldn’t be able to call him friend for long, either…

#ateez yunho #bad boy! yunho #yunho angst #yunho smut #yunho fluff #jeong yunho #kpop fics #kpop scenarios #ateez #ateez scenarios #Idek why I've been so insecure over bad boy! Yunho #Im sorry for ranting on the a/n about that I really have messy thoughts lately and idk if you can tell by my fics too #this may be way too fictional but it had to be doneee (especially the ending)#bias tag: ♔

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all dead hearts to you

Description: George and Dream have never met in person. It isn’t a problem until Dream calls George to tell him he’s going to kill himself.

check this out on Ao3 if you wanna be cool!

Author’s Note: Not me crashing recklessly into another fandom (also this is assuming sapnap went home to Texas after living with dream idk let me live)

title from Dead Hearts by Stars

also I'm new here, anyone wanna give me a welcome to the boys?

warnings: suicide warning (obviously) but no actual suicide, general anxiety and panic attacks

It’s 3am when George gets Dream’s call.

Late, but only really for him. It’s still before midnight in Florida, right around 10pm. He’d like to say that he’s so practiced with converting time zones that he doesn’t even have to think about it but he still has to count backwards on his fingers, thinking on the jump between late late nights and early mornings.

He’s still awake but the leds in his room have been turned to red, set to the dimmest mode. He was streaming with Quackity up until about half an hour ago and his room has settled back into quiet again.

He feels the thrum of anxiety as he hears the ringtone. Dream usually only calls him when George is about to sleep through something important or if he’s on the road. George wonders if he forgot something today or maybe he let something slip on his call with Quackity.

Now that it’s on his mind, he realizes that he hasn’t heard from Dream all day. Or yesterday?

They’ve both been busy, though George has been busy with the usual things and Dream said something about needing to put his affairs in order or whatever that meant. They usually text at least but even that has been quieter.

George grabs his phone off his desk and picks up the call.

“Dream. What’s up?” he asks. George runs a quick hand through his hair, checking his screen quickly. It’s a real phone call, not even a discord call. “Hey, I’m putting you on speaker. I’m gonna put on my pajamas.”

He’s about to set the phone on his dresser when Dream says, “Oh, I probably shouldn’t be on speaker.”

There’s something off in his tone. Something flat. It sets George’s nerves on edge.

“Yeah? Okay.” George tucks the phone back by his ear, slumping back on his bed. “Did you have something you had to tell me?”

“Yeah. George, I’m going to kill myself.”

Everything in George stills.

And then starts to spin.

“What?”

“I’m going to—”

“You’re not serious.” George jerks upright, ignoring the lightheaded feeling sinking its fingers into his skull. “Dream, this isn’t funny.”

“I don’t think it is. It’s just going to happen.”

There’s not even a tremor in Dream’s voice. George can’t feel anything past the bone deep shock in his system.

All he can think of is Dream, wrists bloody and split open. Dream, fingertips dusted white with the residue of unnamed pills. Dream, rope burns fracturing the long line of his neck.

Dream, dead.

How is he even going to do it? Is he actually going to do it? George wants to ask but then he realizes he doesn’t want to know.

He imagines the first time he sees Dream in person is when he attends his funeral.

He imagines all the words he’s held in for so long, waiting and waiting for the moment he could say them to Dream face to face, finally being said to dead air.

But George can’t say that so all he manages is an obstinate, “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Stop disagreeing with me.”

“George,” Dream laughs. Laughs.

George feels dizzy with the disbelief swirling inside him. Surely this can’t be happening. What reason would Dream have to make this up though? Dream would never joke about something like this. Why is he laughing?

How can Dream be so casual when George’s world is shattering?

He doesn’t know what a future without Dream looks like.

They’ve always lived miles apart but Dream has never felt so far away. George has never felt like this. Like he couldn’t reach him.

“Dream.” Dream’s laugh cuts off as soon as he hears the plea in George’s voice. “Is something wrong? Are you— I can come there. I can be with you tomorrow. Sapnap can stay with you again. You don’t have to do this—”

“I know. But I want to. So I’m going to.” Any trace of mirth is gone. Dream sounds the same way he did when he decided he was going to break a world record or make YouTube work for him.

Determined. Steadfast. His voice has the steely confidence of knowing he won’t fail.

Usually it’s inspiring but now the familiarity of it just makes George sick. He’s never known Dream to be someone content with failure.

George's phone digs into his palm as his grip spasms. He tastes blood.

And he doesn’t even know why yet.

“What happened? Whatever it is, we can fix it.”

Dream sighs. “Nothing’s wrong, George.”

“There has to be something wrong. You can tell me,” George insists. Then he changes tactics and lies through his teeth. “I swear I won’t tell anyone else. We can work this out together, just the two of us. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I already told you nothing’s wrong,” Dream repeats.

“Then why would you… do that?” George trips over the word, rephrases it instead.

And then Dream rips that tiny defense to shreds.

“You can say it you know,” Dream says. “I’m going to kill myself. You should probably get used to it actually. People are going to ask you about it. I’m sorry about that,” he adds as an afterthought.

The harsh, blunt words sting against George’s skin.

“Don’t apologize,” he strangles out. “Don’t apologize for that out of everything. Just don’t do it.”

“George,” Dream breathes, exasperated.

“I just don’t understand,” George begs. For the first time, his voice wavers.

Dream, cold gun in his cold hands. Dream, long limbs hanging over the railing of a bridge as he stares down. Dream, slumped over his table with a bottle of vodka nestled near his feet.

Dream, dead.

Dead.

“Don’t cry, okay?” Dream’s voice softens. George forgot how gentle Dream could be with him when he wanted.

“I didn’t want to make you cry. Look, it’s just…” Dream trails off. Eventually, he continues even quieter. “This is it, you know? This is the top, this is the peak. It can’t go on like this forever, crazy numbers on videos and trending on twitter and all that shit. I’d rather go out like this than wait to hit the bottom. Doesn’t that make sense?” Dream persuades.

“No,” George insists, all the air leaving his lungs at once.

“Come on, George. Can you even picture yourself growing old? What happens when we’re 30, 40, and all of this is gone. Do you want that?”

The sick part of it all is that George has imagined the future. He imagines it lovingly, not viciously. Not like this.

He imagined a future with Sapnap and Bad and Karl and Quackity but most of all with Dream. He wants so badly to be with him. Sapnap talked about living together, how great parts of it had been, how he would have stayed if he hadn’t had to return home for family, and George so selfishly wants that for himself.

And he’s always known that’s not what Dream pictured. Dream doesn’t want what he wants. Dream doesn’t want to grow old with someone, much less George.

Can you even picture yourself growing old?

It hurts because George can and he always wanted it to be with Dream.

“What are you even saying? Do you want me to kill myself too?” George bites. He scrubs viciously at his eyes and stabs at the power button of his computer, teeth piercing into his lip as he waits for it to turn on.

“No, no, of course not. I would never— Come on, that’s obviously not what I’m saying.”

George fumbles with his keyboard, pulling up his discord messages with Sapnap.

He just needs someone else to help him, someone else to know. Someone who can do what he can’t. Someone who isn’t as fucking helpless as him, who doesn’t live an ocean away and who has never seen Dream in person and has never touched Dream, not once, has never known what the sun feels like in Florida.

Of course he was lying when he said this was going to stay between the two of them.

This isn’t the kind of thing he can do alone.

George: Sapnap dream says hes going

George: to kill himself

George: you have to get someone to him

George: call 999

George: 911

Sapnap: what

George: please now sap Im on the phone with him

Sapnap: are you joking

George: no

George: do it

George: please fast now

“Are you typing?” Dream questions, a note of warning in his tone.

George jerks. “No, I—”

He’s cut off by a beeping from his phone.

His heart stops.

“What’s that sound?” Dream asks.

Sapnap is calling him.

George can picture him, knee jumping as he clutches his phone, hoping against hope that George is joking. He can practically hear the adrenaline trembling in Sapnap’s voice, can see the way Sapnap stands and paces.

He can’t answer though. He can’t leave Dream.

George declines the call, hand shaking.

“Who was that?” The question is flat.

“No one,” George says too quickly.

“No one?” Dream repeats. Only a second or two passes before George hears the same beep through his phone speaker, this time coming from Dream’s end. “Wow look who’s calling me. Sapnap. Wonder if he changed his name to No One,” Dream says without emotion.

Sapnap: fck are you serious

George bites his tongue, wincing.

“Dream—”

George: y

George can’t manage to type anything more before Dream snarls, “You’re such a fucking snitch, you know that? It’s fine though, I thought this might happen. I was gonna call him after you, for the record.” It almost sounds like Dream is smiling. George’s heart twists. Why is he smiling? “I know you have to try as a friend to save me, or whatever you want to call it, but you really don’t have to. I want to do this. I’m going to.

“It’s not like you could really stop me anyway,” Dream continues. “You don’t even know where I live. You barely know what I look like. What, are you going to ask the police to search the entire state of Florida?”

“Sapnap knows,” George whispers.

He tries to shake off the savagery seeping into Dream’s voice. He tells himself Dream is defensive, Dream is nervous, Dream is scared. Dream isn’t thinking about what he’s really saying.

Though things have never mattered before, the fact George has never been to Florida, that George has never seen Dream in person. But now Dream is weaponizing them against him, forcing George to acknowledge that for everything their relationship is, it can never replace an in person friendship. And Dream has always been a better fighter than George.

“No, he doesn’t. Me and Sap rented a house, remember? We never went to my house. I never sent him my actual address, I checked.” And Dream sounds so smug. Like he won.

George’s gaze darts back to his computer.

But he already knows Dream isn’t a liar.

Sapnap: I dont know his address

Sapnap: fuck

Sapnap: Im calling bad

Sapnap: dont let him hang up

“People are so dumb about it, you know? They tell all their friends and then they get caught before actually doing it,” Dream goes on, not paying attention to George’s disconsolate silence.

“But you’re telling me,” George mutters. Hopelessness strings through him.

Sapnap isn’t writing anything else. George can only hope Bad picked up.

“Yeah but you’re literally in another country. What are you going to do about it?”

George can’t manage any words. He doesn’t even know if he remembers how to breathe.

Dream is right, he always seems to be right. George just wishes it wasn’t about this. Anything but this. He has to believe that Sapnap and Bad will figure something out. He has to trust them.

“Just think about how many people are found before they actually do it,” Dream goes on in George’s quiet. “Because they can’t commit. Most people are cowards. It’s dumb honestly. Just do it or don’t.”

“Don’t then,” George whispers.

His eyes burn with unshed tears. His fingers spasm on his bedsheets.

He doesn’t know what Dream wants. Does he want George to beg? To get on his knees and plead with him to save his own life? Because he would in a heartbeat but he doubts it would make a difference.

Dream sighs. “I feel like you’re not listening to me, George.”

“No, I am.” George’s voice rises with his wrath. Suddenly all his terror and frustration comes to a bursting point. “I’m listening. I’m listening to you talk about killing yourself. I just think you’re wrong. I think it would be a lot fucking braver to stay alive even if your views go down, even if you’re not fucking famous, Dream. What the fuck? You’re a fucking coward for trying to leave!” George’s breaths heave through the staticy phone microphone. His fear and anger wind him.

There’s a moment of emptiness.

Then, lip curling, Dream says, “Trying to leave you?”

George chokes.

“What?”

“Don’t try and pull this card, George. That’s what you’re trying to say, isn’t it? I’m a coward for leaving everyone behind? For leaving you?”

Dream’s voice drowns out George’s. George flinches, though Dream can’t see it.

“Don’t be so fucking selfish. I hate that, you know that?” Dream growls. “Everyone thinks they’re enough to save someone all by themselves. Wow, the sheer force of your love just fucking yanked me back from the edge of a cliff, give me a fucking break,” Dream scoffs. George’s ribs feel tight. “You can’t just reverse psychology or guilt me out of this.”

“Jesus, Dream, is it so hard to believe that maybe I care about you and I don’t want you to fucking die?” George grits out.

The room swims before him. He can’t remember how to uncurl his fingers.

“Well it’s not up to you, is it?” Dream practically smirks.

And that’s it, isn’t it? The winning phrase. Because Dream’s right.

It’s not up to George.

George can only listen helplessly as Dream considers his own grave. He’s a constant witness to the storm that is Dream. He was always grateful to be dragged along in Dream’s hurricane winds and now he dreads the day they calm.

“You’re being cruel,” George murmurs. His aggression leaves him as soon as it came.

“I’m being honest,” Dream contends.

George sinks his head into his hands. “Why did you even call me then? To— to gloat?”

Dream’s voice goes low and quiet, vulnerable. George’s insides twist and melt and contort. “No, no, I just… I don’t know. I just wanted to talk to you one more time.”

“Don’t say that,” George hisses. The words are half muffled into his palms.

“Don’t say what?” Dream asks defensively.

“Don’t say one more time. You can’t— you can’t—'' It all hits George at once. He’s going to lose him.

He’s going to lose Dream.

Before he knows it, he’s sobbing into the phone, loud ugly heaving sobs. “Don’t do it, Dream. I’m serious. Please— Just wait for one of us to get there. We can be with you. We can help.”

Dream’s voice hardens again. “You mean you can stop me.”

“Dream—” George starts to beg, trying to figure out how to lie without Dream catching him.

But Dream beats him to it.

“I’m gonna hang up now—”

Panic rips through George. The shock of it physically hurts in his veins, in his heart.

“No!” he almost screams. “Dream, Dream, don’t hang up—”

“Oh my god, relax. I’m calling Sapnap. I’m not doing anything yet.” He can almost hear Dream rolling his eyes. It’s not comforting.

George sniffles. He knows it sounds pathetic. He’s not one for pity but if it gets Dream to keep talking with him, he’s willing to stoop to any low. He just doesn’t know if he can believe Dream.

“Can’t you just… stay on the phone with me?”

“What, forever? Is that your plan? Just keep me on the line until someone inevitably finds me somehow?” Dream mocks.

Yes.

“No,” George says instead because he thinks it’s what Dream wants to hear.

Dream switches tactics. George recognizes the persuasion in his tone.

“Don’t you want me to call Sapnap? Shouldn’t he also get the chance to talk with me?” Dream questions.

Guilts rests against George’s ribs.

Of course he wants Sapnap to get the chance to talk to Dream. What if this is their last chance to talk? But George is too selfish to think about it much.

“That’s not what you’re asking me. Don’t try and pull that shit. You’re asking me to hang up. You’re asking for me to say goodbye and I’m…” George’s voice drops, almost inaudible. “I’m not ready.”

“George…” Dream’s voice trails off. His next words are nearly silent, something bitter and mournful about them. “You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” George mumbles.

“Are you gonna say it back to me?” Dream demands. George doesn’t know what holds him back now but something does.

“You know I do, Dream, why—”

The dial tone rings in George’s ears.

Dream hung up.

Not even 30 seconds pass, not nearly enough for the abrupt end of their call to sink in, when George’s phone is ringing again. He fumbles with his screen but manages to pick up.

“George?”

George’s heart sinks. It’s not the voice he wants to hear. That he needs to hear.

“Bad?”

“Yeah,” Bad affirms. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Am I—” George scoffs and it feels like it rips his throat. He feels like he wants to scream. Like he wants to punch a wall. Like he would give anything to be somewhere warmer right now. “No, I’m obviously not okay, Bad. He’s going to— to—”

“I know. Sapnap told me.”

Bad’s voice is collected, even. It just makes George more frustrated. How can everyone be so fucking calm about this?

“George, just try to take some deep breaths, okay?” George ignores the suggestion. “Sapnap is on the phone with Dream. He just hung up on me to talk to him. I’m driving there right now, okay?”

George pauses. Something cold washes over him. He doesn’t know yet if it’s relief.

“You’re— you’re driving to Dream?”

“Yes,” Bad affirms. “We just have to keep him talking to someone for the next hour—”

“Hour? Are you serious? That’s too long!” George knows he’s screaming now. He doesn’t care.

“George—”

“We have to call an ambulance, the police. There has to be someone we can call.”

George squeezes his eyes shut, trying to think of other ways they could possibly get there in time. He comes up blank. He can’t accept it. He can’t.

Dream, alone. Dream, bereft. Dream, dead.

“I know but I can’t— I was trying to tell you.” Bad’s words are muffled. It sounds like he’s biting the inside of his cheek. He confesses, “I don’t know his exact address. Sapnap is going to try and get it while he talks to him. I’m driving to Orlando and hopefully Sap knows it by the time I get there but we’re just—”

“No, no, no—”

George thinks of Bad arriving just in time to find Dream’s body still warm. He’s going to be sick. His chest hurts. His lungs burn.

“Try and take some deep breaths—” Bad placates as George speaks over him.

“I’m never going to talk to him again. He’s going to kill himself.” George is spiraling. He can’t stop himself.

“George, I’m going to get there in time.” But Bad doesn’t sound sure of himself. George zeros in on the weakness.

“You don’t know that,” George hisses.

“This is hard for all of us, George!” George startles at Bad’s yell. He’s heard Bad raise his voice before but never at him, never seriously. “I’m sorry,” Bad apologizes, words quieting again. George hears a sniffle through the phone.

Bad’s crying.

God, George is a terrible person. He didn’t even think to check in on Bad. Bad’s the one who might find Dream halfway there or already committed. He’s the only one who’s even close to being able to do something and maybe that’s the worst position to be in.

To be so close and lose a friend anyway.

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t… I know it’s hard for all of us. I know you’re doing everything you can. You’re doing more than me.” George tries to laugh but it gets stuck in his throat. It’s not funny anyway.

“It’s going to be okay,” but it doesn’t even sound like Bad believes himself.

“I don’t think I can talk about this anymore,” George murmurs. He feels exhausted. There’s so much adrenaline coursing through him that it hurts. “Can we just talk about something else just… just for a little?” he begs. Like anything could distract him from this.

“Yeah George.” George can hear the sympathy in Bad’s voice. He’s too far gone for the pity to bother him. “Let me— Let me tell you about what I did this weekend on the SMP.”

George sucks in a sharp inhale. “Not— not the SMP. Can you talk about something else?”

“Of course,” Bad agrees easily. “So last Friday I went to visit my family…”

George lets Bad talk in the background. Every once in a while, one of them will sniffle or sob or take a breath that’s too shaky to be normal. Neither of them mentions it.

George listens to people walk past his window, their voices carrying up into the stars.

The noises of the highway drone on through his phone.

Bad drives.

George thinks about what it would be like to go on without Dream.

He’ll never be the same, he already knows. It will haunt him for years. For the rest of his life. The thought of being so close to someone and then losing them.

Death is natural. He knows that. But it’s the intentionality of it that aches the most. The idea that Dream would leave behind everything for something so painful and unknown.

And George just knows… part of him will die with Dream and never come back.

George doesn’t know who he’ll be with that part missing.

part 1/3, though the next update won’t really be an update but it will be soon

#dreamnotfound #dnf #just gotta get those tags out of the way #dream smp #fanfiction #dream smp fanfiction #dnf fanfic #tw suicide #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #thewar #dream team #pls just go to Ao3 I'm begging you

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okitodorokidoki · 4 years

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a28+34 | miyuki kazuya

pairing - miyuki kazuya x fem!reader genre - angst, fluff wc - 2121 ao3 - author’s note at bottom

PROMPTS 28 “I care about you.” 34 “Please don’t do this.”

Looking back on your relationship with Miyuki, there were a lot of moments that were questioned by people on the outside. Moments that the two of you knew were teasing or joking were blown out of proportion by people who may have overheard, either from the two of you or someone else. Your relationship always felt like it was on a seesaw, the two of you on each end with the occasional hijacker dragging you down before the other was ready.

You lasted an entire year before you felt like you had to take a step back. You couldn’t even consider it a break in your relationship, it was really just a “I have a lot going on in my head right now and I would appreciate if I could just take a moment to myself to relax.” When that was over, you came to him with your sorted thoughts and talked things through. Miyuki had never seemed like the kind to be a good communicator in a relationship, but he seemed to realize that if he wanted the joy of tormenting someone, he had to take the responsibility of not chasing them away.

Now, on your final year in college, it finally felt like things were getting to be too much. You’d gotten through the high school fan girls, the injuries, the late nights, the bad rumors, the days with no updates outside of catching him in the hallways. But now, as you read the article written about how he was a prospective pick across the country, you finally felt like something was trying to take him from you. It had been smooth sailing, knowing that the two of you wouldn’t be torn apart by anything petty going on around you. But now, seeing a real-life decision he would have to make- one that would positively effect his life for years to come- you could feel the weight pressing down on your chest.

He was supposed to come by your dorm for movie night, but part of you wanted to text him to cancel. You knew it was childish, getting upset that he was such a good player that he was desired across the country, but that didn’t change the fact that you were upset. Looking over at your phone, resting innocently on your nightstand, you weighed your options for a moment, before remembering your occasional movie nights were some of the only times the two of you had alone together.

Closing the magazine, you picked up your phone and set the cause of your turmoil down. You were going to feel upset, and you were going to have movie night. One of those things couldn’t take a rain-check, so you figured you’d have to take a nice shower and shove your emotions down.

You dried your hair as you sat on the foot of your bed, waiting for Kazuya to show up. There were maybe five minutes left before you chose what movie you wanted to watch without him. Youtube was playing on your phone beside you, a random playlist of videos that always made you laugh when you weren’t feeling too hot.

The knock on the door was barely audible from under your towel, and your sheets nearly brought you to the ground as you stood too quickly. A brief litany of curses slipped as you rushed to the door, opening it to see you boyfriend.

“Miss me?” He asked with his usual grin.

You snorted and tugged him in by his t-shirt, watching his grin quickly disappear to give you a kiss.

“If I said yes, your head wouldn’t fit through the doorway.”

He snickered and followed you inside, locking the door behind him. “You didn’t pick out a movie without me, did you?”

“Yes. It’s a real tear-jerker, you won’t ever see love the same again.”

“Oh, porn?”

You grabbed a throw pillow as you passed the couch and tossed it expertly behind your shoulder. His snickering persisted through the solid ‘thump’ of it making contact, so you took a moment to curse his catcher’s instinct.

“You said you saw one you wanted to watch last time, right?” You asked, getting comfortable on your bed.

“Yeah, I added it to your watch later list.” He shut your bedroom door before shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the back of your door.

“You better not have ruined my algorithm.”

“You don’t think that docu-series you watched at 3am instead of studying did enough damage?” He climbed on the bed, and settled in next to you, casually throwing an arm over your pillows for you to lean back into him.

“No, because that was exactly what I want to watch more of.”

It wasn’t long before the movie he’d chosen caught your eye, and you dimmed your bedside light before snuggling securely into his side as it began.

“This isn’t going to make me cry, is it?” You asked.

“Everything makes you cry.”

Your hand shot out, but he grabbed your wrist before your fingers could pinch into his side. “Ah-ah! This is sweet boyfriend-girlfriend time, no place for your meanery!”

“Kazuya, that’s not even a word, you bas-” his hand released your wrist to pinch your lips shut.

You glared up at him and he grinned, leaning in for a quick peck to your squished lips. Letting out a huff, you scrunched your nose at him before turning back to the tv. The introductory scene hadn’t even finished before you were adjusting, feeling a mild pinch in your lower spine from laying on your back.

“Aw, baby wanna cuddle?” Kazuya teased, holding you closer.

“Don’t be an ass,” you mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your head.

Another five minutes of movie passed, Kazuya’s hand rubbing your arm making you feel all warm and fuzzy, skin tingling pleasantly under his touch. The plot had begun, and you were already setting up three different endings in your head for the cheesy romance they were spinning.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!” The main lead said to his girlfriend. “If I stay here with you for the rest of my life, what will I even become?”

That definitely threw a wrench into all three of your predictions.

“You said you loved me! That you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me!” She cried back. “Does your stupid job really mean more to you than I do?”

“You know that isn’t fair! I’m not leaving you, I’m just trying to move on with my life! Maybe you should do the same!”

The lame, admittedly unrealistic dialogue on screen felt like it was aiming to punch you in the gut. Everything you were thinking of before your shower came back, and you felt like you were manually keeping yourself breathing. Everything felt weighed down once more, and the hand gently caressing you was beginning to feel like it was burning. You suddenly raised your arm, throwing Kazuya’s off of you as you sat up.

“Babe?” He asked, starting to sit up with a concerned expression.

“I didn’t get drinks. Or snacks.” You got off your bed as casually as possible, trying to remember how to open a door like a human being so you could escape to the kitchen with little to no suspicion.

You opened your fridge, and leaned into the chill. It was a bit too much around your ears where your hair was just a little damp, but it felt like you needed it. You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself before grabbing a drink from the fridge, gently closing it once more as you set your find on the counter. You glanced back down the hallway, your door was undisturbed from where you left it, cracked open just a bit.

You leaned against the counter, head bowing as you collected your thoughts. On a normal day, you’d just start telling Kazuya how bad the dialogue was, or how you would have framed the scene differently, but today all you could think of was how that scene would push its way into your life.

How would Kazuya start the conversation? You felt like he wouldn’t come in guns blazing yelling that it was his life, and he could do whatever he wanted. You hoped he knew that you would never try to drag him down or hold him back, that you would love and support him no matter how much it hurt to see him go. You put your hand over your face as you felt your eyes burning, willing your emotions to calm down before you started to look like you’d been crying. A slight touch at your back had you leaping, a ragged gasp tearing from your throat. You turned, eyes wide to see Kazuya standing there with an upset expression.

“Ah- sorry,” you said, turning back to making drinks. “Just got a bit of a headache.”

“Baby...” you froze as Kazuya’s arm slid around you, coaxing you closer. “Please don’t do this.”

You took a breath, prepared to find another cover-up, but nothing would come out. You melted into him, turning your head to press your forehead against his collarbone as his arms wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, chin bumping your head. “I was honestly waiting for you to say something like ‘this dialogue is so forced’ or ‘if he loved her he’d talk with her and wouldn’t need to yell.’ I didn’t think you would be hurt.”

“I’m… I’m scared, Kazuya.” His arms tightened around you at your words. “I care about you. I’ve cared about you since we were in high school, and I knew nothing would ever happen to us because we were always there. Even when we couldn’t see each other, we were at least both on campus. But if you-”

Your voice cracked, and you pressed a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from crying. This wasn’t something you wanted to cry over. This was his future, you were happy for him, you would stand by him through everything. But you wouldn’t be standing by him. You probably wouldn’t even be able to make it to most of his games anymore, at least not for a while. One of his arms slid up to hold your head to his chest, and he started to sway slightly as you listened to his heartbeat.

“I want to move forward in life,” he said. “And I want to do it with you. I don’t care how far apart we are, we’ve made it through this much shit already. Besides, I hear doing it over facetime is-”

You throat constricted on a mix between a choke and a sob, Kazuya patting your back and laughing.

“Better?” He asked.

You nodded, turning your body to properly wrap your arms around him.

“I love you,” he said. “Don’t you ever forget it. I know I’m an ass, but do you think I’d pull my punches if I didn’t love you?”

“You pull your punches because you know I’ll make you cry, pretty boy,” You mumbled into his chest.

“Yes, yes, my ferocious little girlfriend knows all of my weaknesses.” He pressed another kiss to your head. “Now can she get us drinks so we can stay hydrated while we tear this movie apart limb by limb?”

You snorted, and pulled away wiping your nose pathetically with your sleeve.

“Can she also change her shirt before we cuddle again?”

“You’ve got more snot on you than I do, pretty boy!”

“Ah, your cutting words! How will I ever recover?”

You gave his arm a half-hearted swat as he turned to your pantry for snacks.

“But seriously,” he said over his shoulder. “Even if I get drafted halfway across the world, I’m tossing you in my duffel bag and taking you with me. There’s no way I’d survive all these self-centered pitchers if I can’t rest my head on my girlfriend’s thighs and let me woes escape me.”

“Don’t ruin the moment, Kazuya. You were almost being sweet.”

He stuck his tongue out at you, and you returned the gesture. Some things really hadn’t changed since high school, but as you curled back up to his side in your bed, tearing the characterization of the main lead to shreds, you realized that even if some things went away, they’d only make way for new ones.

“So, I know you didn’t seem to positive the first time I brought it up, but seriously, facetime can be an incredibly efficient method of-”

“Keep it up and you won’t get any methods.”

He snickered, placing another kiss to your head.

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month because I lost my banners 😭😭 I thought I’d come back to it when I found them but I completely forgot until now with everything going on. I've also never done an author's note on here before but I’ve felt weirdly,,, muted on my own blog so I hope you don’t mind I start doing them! I still like having nothing but the info at the top though so unfortunately I’m hiding myself at the End </3

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace imagine #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #miyuki imagine #ace of diamond #ace of diamond x reader #ace of diamond imagine

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wonderthor · 4 years

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Fun At The Movies

a/n: look at this hot asshole. JUST SOME MORE LATE NIGHT THIRST i wrote this last night at 3am and fell asleep and forgot to post it so please forgive the inevitable errors this has. love you! I DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO TITLE IT SORRY

pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Black!Reader

summary: Ransom decides to have some fun in a very public movie theater.

warning: smut, public sex(fingering), dirty talk, cursing, i’m tired

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It was clear that Ransom was not the romantic type. he wasn’t into pda or showing affection at all really, you know, normal boyfriend things. his only way of showing love was in the bedroom, and even then he wasn’t a slow and tender lover either. he would, however, take you shopping when you wanted and occasionally out to eat, mostly in the daytime of course. so when you finally talked him into to taking you to see a scary movie late at night, you were completely ecstatic. sure it wasn’t a romantic movie and he wasn’t taking you to dinner, but it was the closest thing to a real date.

after getting dressed in a fuzzy purple sweater and jeans, he picked you up and y’all were on the way to the movies. he saw how visibly excited you were and decided to pick at you for it. “why do you want to see this shit anyway? it doesn’t even look scary, it looks stupid”

“i want to see it because we never really hang out and i think it will be fun! but if someone is a little too scared, we can go see that disney movie instead,” you smirked at him.

he returned a smirk to you as he said, “yeah yeah, just don’t ask me to come over and look under your bed for monsters when you get too scared alone in your room tonight”

“oh please, we both know you’re staying at my house tonight anyway”

“you’re right, and the bed will be shaking so much the monsters will be too scared to come out”

you looked over to see him smiling like an idiot at the awful cheesy joke he just made. “really Ransom? really? that was not funny at all, that was horrible”

“oh come on it was funny! you know it was funny”

it wasn’t much longer until y’all were at the movie theater. Ransom parked the car and y’all walked inside to get your tickets and popcorn. once inside the theater, you saw that the room was pretty packed. it wasn’t completely full, but there was a good number of people. you and Ransom sat on the end in one of the middle rows. you both talked and joked, mostly about who would be the most scared, until the movie started.

so far, Ransom was right. you were way more scared of the movie and jumped and gasped at every jump scare while he sat there uninterested, leaning his head on his hand.

“how is this not scaring you? did you watch scary movies every day as a kid or somethin?” you whispered to him.

“no, this is not a real scary movie. it’s just a bunch of loud noises and ghosts popping up and screaming. this is bullshit. and it’s fucking boring”

“well play with yourself if you’re so bored,” you joked to him.

you didn’t notice because you were too busy hiding your face behind the popcorn from another jumpscare, but he perked up at your words. he watched you and waited until you put the popcorn back down and looked back at the screen. he put his hand on your thigh and crept up your leg. his touch was so familiar that you hadn’t even noticed until his hand was right over your pussy and he started to rub you there. you tore your eyes away from the screen, down to his hand and then up to his face.

“Ransom! what are you doing? there are people everywhere!” you whisper yelled at him.

“well you told me to play with myself but i wanna play with you instead,” he spoke softly as he leaned down so his words went right into you ear. he started to unbutton your jeans and pull your zipper down and you tried to push his hand away. but, he swatted your hand away instead and kept going.

“Ransom please, there are people around us who are gonna notice!”

he pulled your zipper the rest of the way down as he said, “they’re not gonna look unless you give them a reason to. now keep your eyes on the screen and stay fucking quiet”

you did as he said, not wanting to make a scene and cause anyone to look at you. you held your fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet, until his fingers went inside your panties and started rubbing your pussy directly. you let out a quiet gasp and bit down on your fingers to keep you from moaning.

“god, you’re so fucking wet already. do you like that? trying to stay quiet while i rub your wet little pussy?”

you bit on your fingers even harder as you had to suppress another moan at both his words and his fingers picking up speed. you glanced over at him and saw him stare nonchalantly at the screen, as if he was doing nothing but paying attention to the movie. he must have noticed you looking at him, as he traced his fingers up to your clit and started to rub you there. you let out another gasp before you covered your mouth with your hand and clenched your thighs as tight as you could, but he wasn’t having that. he jerked your thighs back apart and leaned back down next to your ear.

“uh uh, behave,” he said in his stern voice that told you he wasn’t playing.

as a challenge for you, he began to rub your clit even faster. and even though your hand covered your mouth, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, which thankfully a scream from the movie covered up. you were trying so hard not to make anymore noise, taking deep breaths and biting your tongue. but Ransom knew just how to touch you and you found yourself still letting out the quietest whimpers.

“you’re really struggling aren’t you? trying to hold in all those pretty moans and keep them inside. trying not to let everyone in here know what a filthy slut you are for letting me play with your pussy like this”

you wanted to cry out so bad as he put more and more pressure on your clit, your hips starting to move and grind against his hand. you shoved the end of your sleeve into your mouth to muffle all of the quiet moans that had no choice but to spill out. suddenly, he pulled his fingers away from your clit and you thought he was giving you a second to breathe. you thought wrong. he slid two fingers inside you and swiftly began to work them in and out of you. again, you had to fight the urge to clench your thighs together and push him out.

“fuck, i love the way you squeeze around my fingers like that. always so fucking tight”, he deeply groaned in your ear.

he worked in another finger and started to pick up the pace. at this point, you were already blissed out and seeing stars. you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore and shoved your head into Ransom’s sweater to keep you quiet. you knew you were told to watch the screen, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was too busy enjoying the control he had over your body. you felt how hot and sweaty you were getting and you were sure you looked like a mess.

“Ransom please...i-i don’t think i’ll be able to last much longer”, you whined out, although he ignored you and kept watching the movie.

then, something happened in the movie that caused the characters to start yelling and screaming, which Ransom used to his advantage. he started to full on finger fuck you as fast as he could, making your hips jolt against him and your nails dig into the sides of your seat. you were thankful he waited until now, as your loudest moans were being pulled out of you with no warning.

“oh fuck i feel it. you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? you gonna be a good girl for me and cum all over my fingers? go ahead pretty girl, i know you want to, don’t fight it”

you clutched at his sweater and clenched your teeth as his fingers were bringing you right to the edge. you burrowed your face deeper into him as your now high-pitched moans became louder and louder.

“there you go. come on, cum for me”

you bit into his shoulder as you came, your thighs shaking against him and the rest of your body trembling as you made a mess on his fingers and all over your panties. the movie saved you again as a loud screaming ghost covered the noise of your own scream. you panted against his sweater as his fingers rode your through your orgasm, your hips’ movements slowing down. when your body was finally still and you caught your breath, he buttoned and zipped up your jeans before he licked his fingers clean. then, the lights came on and everyone started to get up and leave.

“you were right babe, this was fun. we should go see another movie next week, huh?”

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