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To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It’s just that… you don’t really get along all that well, do you? At least, that’s what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers, slooow burn, language, rpf, fem!reader, panic attack

Author’s note: when i reached 7K i kind of knew the poll’s results wouldn’t matter to me anymore – there is going to be a part 11, or an epilogue if you will, because there’s just... it’s just too much. I need to thank @thebellenouvelle for the inspiration behind eyelid kisses, and @alwayslindie for fisticuffs (ifykyk) SO SORRY BUT THIS IS NOT THE END pls enjoy

Wordcount: 7.1K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five- part six- part seven - part eight - part nine- part ten - epilogue

Today was not the day you expected to find yourself in a dark coat closet of a hotel suite, hiding from your friends with Joe's hand covering your mouth as you made big shocked eyes at him.

Today was about Poppy and Mark.

The happy couple. Getting married. Mark, and Poppy. Poppy, and Mark.

It was about them. Full focus just on your friends. Just on his friends. Nothing else. No one else.

So then why the fuck had Joe hurriedly pushed you into a closet in a full scuffle of frantic limbs when he heard Poppy and Mark outside the door? And why did you, despite still being so angry, and hurt, and so fucking embarrased - why did you like it?

Joe had to recount his steps. How did he get here? How did he find himself in a small, enclosed space that instantly created a sense of intimacy and closeness which intensified all and any existing feelings he had towards you?

Joe remembered having looked himself in the eye in his hallway mirror that morning, right before he headed out, and had sighed deeply at his own reflection.

Today was going to be impossible.

He thought about setting reminders on his phone because he knew, he fucking knew his mind would be with you all day. Guilt and shame and embarrassment and, God he felt so awful.

As he should. He was well aware.

But today was about Poppy. Poppy and Mark. And yes, he was going to be seeing you again, which... ugh, he could eat himself alive at the prospect.

For two and a half weeks after he'd gotten to touch you, and smell you, and taste you - Jesus Christ Joe had actually gotten so much more than he'd ever even dreamt of - he had almost reached out thousands of times. Had hovered fingers over a text thread. Over your name in his contact list.

But what was he going to say?

How was he going to break the ice? The thick, thick, thick thick ice that had frozen over because of his doing. He'd known the second your front door fell shut behind him that he'd done the wrong thing. That'd he had fucked up in a way he knew he could never come back from.

Joe was the worst.

When Joe thought of you now, it didn't involve swooning or tender romantic feelings. Instead, it was all gut-wrenching guilt and violent shame that made him want to hide himself away.

The thing he'd been so scared of, the chance of things going wrong and ending badly between the two of you, had happened before anything had even really started at all. He'd been left humiliated by his own actions, and couldn't even begin to imagine how you must have felt. Left disheartened by the vast impact of his mistakes and the loss of something that he had never even had made him want to get away. To leave. To move abroad and not tell anyone. If he could, Joe would happily disappear and skip this whole wedding all together.

Obviously, he couldn't.

Today was about Poppy. Poppy and Mark.

And Joe was the maid of honour after all. And so, after a last stern look at himself, Joe walked out and made his way over to where Poppy and her gaggle of bridesmaids were meeting to get ready for the big day.

In your flat, you gave the e-mail a last once over.

Joe had e-mailed you a week ago. You still had to go over your speeches, and instead of being a normal person and perhaps reaching out to apologise, to maybe talk things through - instead of that, he'd gone and sent you an e-mail.

An e-mail.

And it was all professional too, which was... you couldn't even begin to organise your feelings about it. He'd attached his speech 'for your acknowledgement' and you'd had to drink three fat glasses of wine before you'd been able to read it.

It had the audacity to be good. Rude. It made you rewrite your whole speech with a clenched jaw whilst tipsy and you'd regretted not backing up what you'd previously written the next morning, because you definitely had only made it worse.

But.

Today was about Mark. About Mark and Poppy.

Not about how angry you still were with Joe. Not about all that weaponized disappointment you could feel sit inside of your chest that hadn't gone anywhere, because you weren't going to be the one to reach out to Joe, were you?

You were stubborn like that. Embarrassed like that. Because Joe had fucked up, and in doing so, for some weird fucked up reason, you now had feelings for Joe.

Very real feelings that were conflicting and painful and so, so stupid. It made it all too easy to pivot the anger and aim all of its arrows right at yourself, when, no. Joe had fucked up. Not you.

Joe was the one that fucked up and, Joe could be the one to fix it, too.

You know, if you'd actually let him. You weren't sure if you'd even let him, but you wanted to see him at least attempt it. It was the least you deserved, you thought. And then after that, you could just avoid him for the rest of your life. You'd work something out. Find a system. Something.

So then... how had you even allowed yourself to be shoved into a closet by Joe before he quickly stepped inside himself and closed the door, engulfing the both of you in darkness? And why did Joe feel that it was totally okay to press his full palm over your mouth in order to make sure you didn't respond when Poppy and Mark walked in and called out for you?

As you had made your way over to the hotel suite where Mark and his groomsmen were going to be getting ready, you tried to get rid of the exasperated feeling in your fingertips at the prospect of having to be near Joe all day.

But the feeling was still there when you walked in and got hugs from all the heavily-cologned men who were all scattered throughout the room, each attending to their own individual tasks. Some were carefully doing their hair, others were using lintrollers all over themselves, and you spotted two of them keeping busy polishing their shoes to a high shine.

The feeling was still there when you let a photographer into the room, to take some photographs of the camaraderie and brotherhood among the groomsmen as they joked and teased each other. Men being men, boys being boys, with you mixed in among them, the only one not in a matching suit.

And the feeling was still there when all of them made you help them with their ties.

All together they were a picture of elegance and sophistication, but beneath the surface, you could feel the excitement and anxious anticipation for what the day held. Everyone was a little nervous, and obviously Mark probably was a lot nervous, but fucking hell, why couldn't your hands stop shaking? The bottle of whiskey Mark's brother opened, because, "the girls are having champagne, aren't they?" really helped, and, yes, you hated whiskey, but fuck it, please, let's fucking go.

You used the excuse of having to put your dress on to slip into the bathroom. In there you took your sweet time, because the large bathroom gave you some time to yourself, and all the cool luxurious white marble that surrounded you in there was calming.

When you stepped back out, the groomsmen were just on their way out, following the photographer who was going to use them for test shots.

"My turn," Mark said to you as the door fell shut, leaving the large suite quiet, and he held out his tie for you to help him with.

You grinned and took it, glad you were given a task you could manage. Maybe that was the secret. Just keep your mind occupied the whole day. Right in the middle of doing a full Windsor knot, Mark suddenly placed both palms over your biceps and ducked his head down a little to force eye-contact.

"It's all going according to plan, isn't it? We're on schedule, right?"

"Of course we are," you said, but Mark could see your eyes find the clock on the far end of the room behind him to check.

"We're actually ahead of schedule, which is great," you said, finishing off his tie and making sure it was straight before you patted him over his chest.

"So, then... why are you shaking?"

You paused and curled both hands into fists to hide whatever shaking Mark had detected.

"It's just... my best friend is getting married today," you said quasi-casual, trying to make Mark laugh. "It's kind of a huge deal."

You looked up to see Mark's hair was flipping outward over his ears, and you used both your palms to flatten the hair, to push it back the way you knew Poppy liked it.

"Speaking of huge deals," Mark started, and for a second you made eye contact before stepping away. Off to find your make-up bag that you'd brought with you.

"When were you going to tell me that you've had Joe over at yours?"

Bent over your bag on the floor, your froze immediately. Who had said what to who and, what did Mark know?

He might not have known anything.

Just that Joe dropped you off at your flat the night of the stag do.

"Poppy told me," Mark continued after you hadn't moved from your position, hovering over your bag still, and you didn't know what to respond.

Of course Poppy had told Mark, because Joe had told her and Joe was the worst person alive, so that checked out. Of course that's what happened. The man couldn't tell his best friend about you sleeping in his bed fully dressed that one time, but this, this was fine.

Joe could go suck a thousand dicks.

"Joe said you kissed,"

Ah.

Just kissed, huh? Was that all he had said?

All right.

You cleared your throat and finally got back up, make-up bag in hand that you zipped open.

"We did."

You tried your bestest best to sound so very casual about it, but feared that the tone of your voice had just given away too much. You couldn't look Mark in the eye. Had to keep your eyes at the make-up bag in your hands as you searched for the lipstick that was a quintessential part of your look.

How did you ever think Mark wasn't going to see right through you?

"Do you like him?" Mark frowned through a small smile as he asked the careful question. There was no judgment. There was definitely confusion, though, and he stepped a little closer to not have this conversation across the whole room.

Did you like Joe?

Ugh.

Where to even fucking begin?

You bit both your lips into your mouth, squeezed the tube of lipstick in your fist and looked at Mark a second as he stopped right in front of you.

"Hey," he poked your arm with a finger by ways of showing affection, the way siblings would do. "It's okay if you do."

A loud, deep and very annoyed sigh left you as you frowned deeply, because you were meant be all angry with Joe, and you were, but, what the fuck? Yes. You liked him. It was confusing and infuriating, but you did. Joe had been weird and distant, but then also sweet and kind, and he'd hugged you and made sure you didn't have to walk home late at night all alone, and had let you spent the night in his bed and hadn't taken advantage, and then he had kissed you, and for three seconds, there had been more than kissing before all of it had ended and now...

Now?!

Now you wanted more.

Didn't people always want what they couldn't have?

Now wasn't the time, though.

Because today was about Mark and about Poppy and about them together.

Not about you. Or about Joe.

So you just shrugged, signaling that you didn't want to get into it and said, "Joe's a weirdo," which made Mark laugh. That, in turn, made you smile.

Mark looked good. Radiant and happy, tie all straight and his hair the way Poppy liked it.

"Got your vows?" you asked, trying to round this up, and thank fuck, Mark just went with it as he patted his chest over the pocket of his jacket.

"Rings?" you asked, holding your hand out, and for a moment, you were ready for a snarky comment. For the same joke you'd heard time and time again for months now. But it didn't come. Mark just went, "Yes," and found the little red box that held both wedding bands inside.

"Here you go. Guard it with your life."

"I will. Promise I won't–"

You were about to reference the joke yourself, but were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Mark went to answer it, and you stole the moment to quickly do your lipstick in the full sized mirror. Mark didn't look through the peephole before he opened the door, so there was zero warning, and you almost left a fat stripe of lipstick all across your cheek when you turned your head at the sound of his voice.

"Hey," Joe smiled politely, hand scratching the back of his head, in the middle of a deep breath. You could tell he was nervous.

Good.

"The bride has requested to talk to you,"

"Oh no, cold feet?" Mark joked and turned his head to find your face to laugh with you. Except you weren't laughing, because you were still applying lipstick and pretending that Joe wasn't standing in the doorway.

"Um- no, not you, sorry. Poppy needs some girl talk."

Poppy had seven bridesmaids.

Poppy probably hadn't had anything but girl talk all morning.

But sure. You could go talk to Poppy.

You didn't look Joe in the eye when you walked past Mark, touched his arm and said you'd see him in a bit. Told him he should probably also go see his parents before the ceremony, and snuck past Joe, who stepped aside and gave you all the space and then some. Which offended you.

He could've done whatever, actually, and it would have offended you.

As you made your way down the hallway, you heard Mark say, "Actually, now that I've got your here, can you..." before it trailed off and the door closed.

Interesting... not suspicious at all.

You had to promise yourself you weren't going to drive yourself insane today, weren't going to fret over what information Joe and Mark would share with each other, and instead went over the itinerary in your mind several times. It did a great job of calming you down a bit, especially since so far, everything was on schedule.

"I have a confession to make," Poppy blurted out the second you saw each other.

She looked gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.

"Uh oh," was all you managed to say before closing the door behind you.

"You are here for one reason, and one reason only, which is that Mark wanted to talk to Joe and I had to get you out of the room,"

You gave Poppy a blank stare before narrowing your eyes at her.

"What's with the secrecy... he could've just said–"

"They have... things to talk about," Poppy said, giving you a pointed look. "Don't they?"

You weren't sure what she was insinuating, but you had an inkling that she wanted you to spill the beans. Which you weren't going to do.

"Well... Mark's getting married to his best friend, I'm sure they've got lots to talk–"

"I've got another confession," Poppy frowned and waved a hand, dismissing what you'd tried to sell her would be their topic of conversation.

You couldn't help but frown deeply at her in response.

"I'm not sure I like all these confessions, Pop,"

"It's my wedding day," Poppy resonated, grabbing both of your hands in hers and wiggling them around a bit. "Let me get all of this out, please."

You closed your eyes and breathed through flared nostrils, keeping quiet, silently granting Poppy permission to confess whatever needed confessing.

You knew exactly what was coming.

"Joe told me you kissed."

"Yea, I gathered," you said flatly, letting unwilling laughter escape you when you opened your eyes to see Poppy biting down on her bottom lip to hide her excitement. This wasn't what you expected from her. "Mark let something slip earlier."

"No!" Poppy groaned immediately. "Ugh... Joe said I wasn't allowed to tell Mark, but Mark promised me he wouldn't tell you!"

It was official. This little group of grown ass whole adults could keep no secrets from each other, ever.

"Did um... did Joe tell you about what happened?" you tried, carefully, because this was meant to be Poppy's most important day ever and you didn't want to ruin it.

But your expression made hers falter.

"He didn't..." Poppy stared into space as she thought back a second. "But, to be fair, he told me you kissed and I... I kind of... even if he wanted to tell me more about it, he couldn't have, because I freaked out,"

You winced a little. Wanted to apologise, even though you knew within your soul you'd done nothing wrong.

"No, no, don't worry, it was the good kind of freak out. Are you joking? You and Joe? I knew something was up when I saw you hug outside that day, and now, this is so great, it's–"

"Pop..." you started, and shut her up instantly.

Besides the fact that you had never expected this reaction from her at all, Poppy clearly had only heard a very small little titbit of what had transpired that night. You wondered how Joe had even brought it up in conversation with her, and what the vibe had been.

Her eyebrows knitted together, copying yours, and you sighed.

"Oh no..." Poppy knew something was up. "What did he do?"

And yea, what did he do was the right question to ask, it kind of made your insides shriek. But this wasn't the time to answer it. Not the time to reveal to Poppy how her friend had done you wrong. Instead, you smiled and cupped Poppy's face with both your hands, told her she was beautiful and that today was about her and about Mark and that you'd talk about this later.

For a second it looked like Poppy wasn't going to accept the postponing, but an urgent raise of your eyebrows in question made her give you a little nod.

"Come here, you pretty bitch," you said, grinning wide before pulling her into a hug. "You look like a princess,"

"I feel like one," Poppy spoke, voice a little strained from how tight you squeezed her.

"I can't believe Mark gets to marry you," you said when you pulled back, and kind of meant it. Poppy was too good for him.

"Meh, we'll see," Poppy quipped. "I could still run." she shrugged one shoulder which made you laugh and then squeeze her even tighter than before. Poppy was far too good for him.

On your way back over to the groom's suite, you walked with stiff arms that held two hands with crossed fingers down at the end.

Please don't run into Joe. Please don't run into Joe. Please, don't run into Joe.

You turned a corner and...

There he was.

A mere few feet away from you.

For a split second you contemplated walking backwards, back around that corner, just, rewinding yourself in time and hiding somewhere so you wouldn't be forced to have whatever awkward exchange this was going to be. But Joe had seen you. You couldn't pretend you hadn't spotted each other, and so you didn't.

"Hey," Joe called, and it seemed a bit urgent. Like he was glad he had just ran into you.

You just gave him one of those polite nods. The kind you'd give a the driver of a car that stopped to let you cross at a zebra crossing. You even almost added the half-wave – just a raised hand with only the index finger flexed.

Joe'd stopped walking, but you were about to whizz right past him because you weren't going to do this – didn't want to do this.

But then Joe grabbed you by the arm and it stopped you in your tracks. His soft touch lit you full body on fire.

"This is yours," Joe said, holding out a white plastic card. The hotel key to the groom's suite. "Mark went to go see his parents."

You took it from him, eyes not meeting his. You couldn't.

"Listen, I need to– want to... I want to apologise, for– um, for not reaching out sooner, and, I mean, not that you–" Joe stumbled through his words and suddenly had to cough loudly after choking on his own spit. "Excuse me– sorry. I have to, um, apologise for–"

"Let's not..." you started and looked down at where Joe was still holding your arm.

Joe followed your gaze and startled himself, quickly letting go.

"Just... let's just stick to wedding stuff today, all right?" had this been a month ago, you'd have given Joe a polite smile at this point. But this wasn't a month ago. This was now, and Joe had humiliated you in the most extreme manner you had ever been humiliated – had left you dripping with your own arousal and his pre-cum with a full tit out in your kitchen. Said he'd see you around.

This didn't really count as around, you thought.

You saw how dismissing his attempt at an apology completely worked something behind his eyes before he gave you a quick nod.

"Yes," he looked down at his own feet a second before looking back up at you. "Of course. Did you– I sent over my speech, um, last week. Did you get–"

"Got it."

This chat needed to be over.

"You never replied."

"I didn't."

You couldn't muster up anything but coldness for Joe. Distance. The same type of harshness sharp by the edges that Joe had reserved for you for years. You were treating Joe the way he had treated you forever. It was kind of the only way to go about it, because you were angry and Joe needed to feel that you were angry, but you also knew, you fucking knew that the second you'd drop this hard exterior, you'd absolutely fold for this man.

"But I received it fine."

You would've stuck a thanks to the end of that sentence if you weren't so fucking stubborn.

"So, you ready for the day? Got your own speech? Got the rings?"

Oh, motherfucker thought he could be cute and joke, did he? You were mid-way through an eye roll when you suddenly stopped breathing.

No.

Your eyes grew twice its size.

No.

"What– what's wrong?"

You'd never quite felt a panic take completely hold of your entire being quite so fast. This was no slow-building storm but instead an instant raging tempest within your chest.

You were immediately sweating when you realised you didn't have the rings.

Where were the fucking rings?!

Mark had given you the rings, you'd applied your lipstick, and then you'd gone to visit Poppy in the bridal suite. Had you even taken them to the bridal suite?

Your chest constricted itself into a tightness you hadn't experienced so lucidly before, which made you only more aware of how fast your heart was beating and what the fuck was happening?

"Are you– Jesus, breathe," Joe grabbed you by both upper arms, and you spluttered through a big inhale, noticing the sudden heat within your face and why did it feel like you were on a rollercoaster ride hurtling towards an inevitable crash?

"The rings," you managed to squeak out before turning your head towards the bridal suite from which you came.

No.

It couldn't be in there.

You hadn't touched anything in there. Hadn't placed anything down anywhere. Groom's suite. It had to be in the groom's suite still.

"You lost the rings?"

Just for a second, you looked Joe in the eye, both entirely blank faced, faces reading nothing, before your brain managed to tell your legs to tell your feet to start moving and Joe let go of you.

Your dazed walk quickly turned into a frenzied run down the hotel corridors, and Joe followed you on your tail.

"Mark!" you called out, hurriedly knocking on the door when you reached it.

"Key, key, you've got the– use the key," Joe scrambled, about to take the plastic card from your hands, but you wildly evaded him and shakily opened the door yourself.

Inside, you immediately traced your own steps.

"Red box," you panted. "It's a little red box, square, rounded corners, bright, bright red,"

And without thinking, Joe started throwing pillows from the sofa, pulling sheets from the beds and tipping over whichever bin he could find.

The two of you turned the entire room upside down, all anger and awkwardness forgotten for a second.

But it was nowhere to be found.

No red box.

Fuck.

How could you mess up this fucking badly?

You felt your throat grow rigid, the panic intensifying and overwhelming you until it was too much to bear. Sliding both hands into your hair, you closed your fingers and pulled. You couldn't cry. Had to keep a level head. Think straight.

Mark was going to murder you.

You couldn't cry.

"Let's hit the bridal suite," Joe said, jumping from the bed, over the covers that were now splayed out across the floor, jogging past you towards the door.

"They've got to be either here, or there," Joe reasoned, and you knew he was right, but... but what if he wasn't?

"Come on," Joe said, beckoning you, and you were about to blindly follow him when suddenly, he stopped. He froze completely and you nearly crashed into him.

Voices.

Mark and Poppy.

No.

Joe pushed you back inside and quickly closed the door. You saw him look behind you, the room a full mess, and then, without much thinking, opened the coat closet to his side that he then shoved you into.

"What– Joe!"

"Quiet!"

Joe pushed you deeper into the closet, following you inside before quickly and quietly closing the doors behind you. It was all just in time, as you heard the small beep from the door unlocking as Mark and Poppy walked into the suite.

They called out for you and for Joe, and you could heard Mark go, "Jesus, what happened in here?"

All you could think about was that Poppy and Mark weren't supposed to even see each other before the ceremony. Not because anyone thought it would be bad luck, they didn't buy into that shit, but because you knew Poppy, and Poppy wanted that big entrance, that big reveal that would get Mark all choked up.

You were about to step out, about to say something, but Joe sensed it and so with both arms he held you in place, folding one palm right over your mouth so you wouldn't make a peep.

Your eyes were still adjusting to the dark, and you could barely make out Joe's face, but everything felt like he was being absolutely serious.

So there you were, pressed up against each other, both bodies impossibly tense, wholly focused on staying quiet.

"Well, they've clearly been in here," you could hear Poppy say.

"What the–" Mark's voice sounded far away, and you could picture him walking around the entire suite, taking in the mess that you and Joe had just created mere seconds ago.

"Did they fight? Like, full fisticuffs you think?"

"No, I think they were looking for this, look," you could practically hear the smile in Poppy's voice, and inside the closet, you and Joe frowned at each other.

"What are you..." Mark gasped. "Poppy! How did you get a hold of those?"

No fucking way.

You had touched one thing in the bridal suite. You had touched Poppy.

You peeled Joe's fingers from your face to mouth, "the rings," at him with wild eyes. As a precaution Joe raised his fingers up to his mouth, signaling you to stay quiet. Which you were. Joe could fuck off.

"Took them,"

"No, babe... that's not funny–"

"It's not meant to be funny, it's meant to create a little hiccup that–"

"A little hiccup?!"

"Mark, listen! Think about it... who is going to help her find them?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

Poppy could fuck off too.

"You're aware she's going to stab you with the cake knife later if she ever finds out about this?"

"She won't get the chance to, because she'll be too busy making out with Joe."

A silence fell within the hotel suite, and you were suddenly very aware of how the enclosed space you were in started growing hotter.

"Mark, he's been in love – like, actual love with her for fucking ages, if we don't help them out at least a little, nothing's ever going to happen,"

What the fuck?!

You saw in real time how Joe went from looking all stern, fully focussed on making sure that you kept quiet in every sense of the word, to his full face scrunching up before his head dropped down entirely, nearly head-butting you in the process.

"It's my wedding day. I deserve this." Poppy continued, and you heard Mark scoff.

"And I'm sure that for today, you'll be excused. But there's going to be a tomorrow," Mark was ever the voice of reason.

Meanwhile, Joe hoped the coat closet was dark enough for you not to see how his entire face had turned beet-red, or how his heart was trying to jump its way out of his chest. He still had you wrapped up in his hold, so he logically understood there was no hiding anything.

But still. Joe could hope.

"You know what he said to me?"

Fuck, fuck. Poppy shut the fuck up.

Joe was about to move his hands to cover your ears, but in a small scramble, you managed to grab hold of both his wrists and pushed them down.

Joe's elbow nearly knocked into the panel behind him.

"He said he cares too much, like, cares about her, and that he just wants to hold her hand and kiss her over the eyelids... he wants to kiss her eyes, Mark. You've never kissed me on the eyes before."

"Come here,"

"No! It's too late for you!"

"Too late?! We're getting married!"

Outside of the closet, the mood turned playful and you heard Poppy shriek followed by footsteps that chased each other.

Inside the coat closet, the air was thick. You were so aware of your breathing, of where your bodies were touching, and of Joe's eyes on you. He looked mortified.

"You care too much?" you mouthed, completely inaudible but for the movement your tongue made within your mouth.

Joe nodded, but it was careful. Insecure, almost.

You frowned and shook your head.

Joe couldn't care too much. Joe was a friend of a friend who never really took to you. Always remained aloof and stand-offish. Was weird around you. Made no contact, and then when he did, made misplaced jokes.

"You left me,"

Joe closed his eyes, and in the little light that the doors let in, you could see his jaw tense and nostrils flare.

"I didn't want to hurt you," Joe let a little bit of his whispered voice slip through as he spoke on an exhale

Your frown deepened.

"I care," Joe followed up, completely silent again, and for a moment the two of you listened to Poppy and Mark going around and putting the room back together. Shuffling of duvets, thumps of cushions being thrown, and had you not been staring into Joe's eyes whilst being pressed up against him in a space far too small for two adults to spend this much time in, you would've stopped them. They were in their wedding outfits. Tidying a hotel suite ahead of their own wedding. What the fuck were they doing?

But it just so happened to be that you were staring into Joe's eyes whilst being pressed up against him in a space far too small for two adults to spend this much time in. And then Joe's lashes fluttered as he looked down at your lips and...

Joe was in love with you?

Had that registered properly?

Were you able to process that right now?

Fingers then curled around your neck, and soft palms pressed up underneath your jaw.

For a moment, you just stood like that. Shaky breaths, trying to stay quiet still, and God, it was so fucking hot in there.

But there was not a chance you were going to break away now.

This coat closet suddenly was the exact right place you needed to be.

You were already so tense, were still sweating from the panicked search for the rings, and then tension built up even further as your noses touched.

"I care,"

You automatically closed your eyes and let your mouth fall open in a little gasp before you kissed Joe. It felt like he'd been waiting, because the frevour with which he returned the kiss was on a whole different level. Joe guided your head, turned it so he got the best access and licked his way into your mouth like a starved man.

It made all tension slip off of you.

The shakes you had earlier, when you had help Mark get ready? You could feel them pour from your finger tips. The anxiety you'd felt when you'd ran into Joe in the corridor? Ran down your frame like water off a duck's back.

Joe was making out with you, and it was a perfect push and pull of hot breath, wet lips and soft tongues.

It was really fucking hot, and you allowed yourself to forget everything for a second.

You couldn't forget that you had to stay quiet.

No noises allowed.

You couldn't make any sounds. If you didn't, this would last longer, so you really tried.

Your hands found Joe's hair, and you let your fingers slip into it, scraping his scalp as you did and it made Joe pull your face back a little.

"Don't," he mouthed, worried he was going to be the one to make a noise, but dove back into your mouth immediately.

It made your knees nearly give out. You were folding. Folding hard, and folding fast.

So.

You knew you were hiding in a closet with two of your friends on the other side of the doors somewhere still, but, how much convincing would you need to do to let Joe finish what he'd started weeks ago?

The second you thought it, you heard Joe's throat stutter.

Probably not a lot, then.

You wrapped both arms around Joe's neck and were about to hike up a leg, let Joe know what you wanted from him, but, that ruined everything.

Because your knee knocked into the panel behind Joe loudly.

The two of you stilled instantly, and your face grimaced. That hurt, but moreso, that was far too loud for Mark and Poppy not to have heard.

Shit.

You waited in complete silence, frozen on the spot, breaths held, both with huge eyes, and listened for a reaction.

But you got none.

It was silent in the hotel suite, and for a moment, you considered just opening the door and peeking out. Maybe they had left already. There was a huge chance you hadn't noticed.

But then, footsteps.

"Okay, let's go!" Poppy said, her voice raised to a volume it didn't need for Mark to hear her.

"The ceremony is in about half an hour, best not be late!" Mark replied, uncharacteristically chipper, voice becoming louder as he walked right past the coat closet that held the two of you inside.

You were holding your breath for fear of Mark hearing you and pulling open the doors to reveal the two of you completely entangled with each other.

That didn't happen though.

Instead, you heard the door open, heard them walk out, and then heard the door fall shut.

It took less than a second for the two of you to fall out of the closet into the cool air of the hotel suite.

And there it was.

Sat right in the middle of the hotel suite, promptly placed centre stage so you couldn't possibly miss it.

The red ring box.

Fuck.

They had obviously heard you.

You picked it up and turned to show Joe, but when you made eye-contact, the both of you gasped.

Your lipstick was fucking everywhere.

Joe looked shocked and anticipated your panicked state to fully grab a hold of you again. He was ready to go straight back into apologising. Reassuring. Calming you down. Comforting you.

But then you burst out into laughter.

This was so stupid.

Joe didn't know if you were laughing at the absurdity of the situation, or if you were laughing at what he looked like with lipstick smeared all over his face. He didn't care. You were laughing, and it felt like genuine, honest laughter. Sounded like music.

"Come here," you said and beckoned him to follow you into the bathroom where you still couldn't stop the giggles as you opened a packet of make-up wipes.

"Oh Jesus," you said when you saw your own reflection, and the laughter picked up once more.

Joe couldn't help but laugh along.

This was a delicious way to break any and all tension, and Joe knew he'd be apologising for... well, for forever. But it'd be worth it.

You knew Joe loved you now.

With a smile still plastered on your face, you took hold of Joe by the chin and with a wipe wrapped around your fingers, started cleaning off the maroon smudges.

"My eyelids, Joe?"

Joe grimaced, but let out a huffed laugh as he did. He blushed and looked down as he pursed his lips, trying to minimize the smile he had going.

"Well, anywhere, really," Joe couldn't lie. He didn't just want to kiss you on the eyelids. He kind of wanted to kiss you all over.

His answer made your breath hitch in your throat as your face slowly fell.

Joe was in love with you.

You didn't understand how that could be true. How that could even work.

Joe didn't say anything, but watched as the cogs turned in your head and you stared right at his chest with the make-up wipe hovering in front of him for a moment.

Joe was in love with you.

Suddenly your snapped back up at him.

"I'm still mad at you,"

"Yes, of course," Joe immediately accepted the fact that you were.

"That's going to take me a minute,"

"I'll make it up to you," Joe smiled sweetly as his eyebrows knitted together.

He looked cute like that.

"I'm not sure if you can,"

Another silence lingered, and you decided it didn't need more words from you. So you got back to ridding Joe's face off of your make-up, and then bent closer towards the mirror and cleaned up your own face. Joe gazed at you intently as you did, and when you made eye-contact through the mirror, he loudly cleared his throat and pretended something needed doing outside of the bathroom.

Joe was an idiot.

Made you smile.

Ugh. Fuck.

Yea all right. You guessed Joe's awkwardness could be cute now, or whatever.

Jesus Christ.

You finished redoing your lipstick, and you could still faintly see how the smears had stained your skin, but this was going to have to do.

You were going to go down and get through this wedding and pretend nothing had happened and you were ready for it. Were going to power through this. You were tough. And strong. You were going to give a killer speech, make sure the cake cutting happened at the right exact time, and would get enough people to fill out the dance floor in the right amount of time with the right music playing.

You were an amazing best man, and this was the time to really fucking prove it to everyone.

You stepped out of that bathroom, chest puffed out, shoulders pushed back with your back as straight as you were going to get it.

You felt like superwoman.

"Ready? Let's go." you didn't wait for Joe to answer as you marched towards the door.

"Um," Joe said, and you heard the soft snap of the ringbox closing.

"Oh my God,"

You were an idiot.

Joe threw you the box, and you caught it with one hand, impressing yourself as well as Joe. You gave the small little red box a once over in your palm as Joe walked past you, opening the door before stepping aside to let you through first.

"Hey,"

Joe stopped you right in the doorway, fingers around your arm the way Joe always seemed to stop you.

You looked at each other a second, and you could see his eyes flick down towards your lips again.

"Fresh lipstick, Joe," you commented, but couldn't help the curling of the corners of your mouth.

"I didn't say anything," Joe feigned innocence. Pretended he didn't want to bend down to give you another kiss. But in a second, you'd be at Mark and Poppy's wedding and it would be all about them.

About Mark and Poppy. About Poppy and Mark. Not about you. Or about him. Or about you and him. Him and you.

And you felt it. Felt what Joe felt. Almost wished you didn't, but not because you didn't want to, but because the timing of it was so awful.

"Here,"

You had an idea. A risky one. But you were going to go for it. Because Joe was in love with you.

You took hold of his wrist, and raised Joe hand to your mouth where you pressed a soft kiss right into his palm.

It made Joe groan as you made eye-contact with him.

You checked and saw you left a perfect kiss print on his skin, and just to be a little gross, because you really were angry with him still, you followed it up with a quick lick. It made Joe pull back his hand as he laughed.

"Let's go," you fought a smile of your own as you both left the hotel suite, ready to make your way down to see your best friends get married to each other.

Joe was in love with you.

And you couldn't fucking believe it, and definitely weren't going to admit it. Not to Joe. Not to yourself. Not to anyone. Not today, at least.

But Joe was in love with you, and you were in love with Joe.

Joe was in love with you.

And you were in love with Joe. ---

(just letting you know, once again, this is NOT the end, there WILL be a final part!)

--- The Taglisted:

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trips2saturn · 2 months

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towl spoilers below!!!!!!!!!

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late briefing but it’s here and that’s what matters!!!!! let’s get into this episode! ❤️‍🔥

this episode was amazing. no notes. angst fuels me, so keep it coming in episode four along with some loving intimacy! 🤝

michonne is the most clever, headstrong, charismatic, fearless powerhouse of a woman in the entirety of twdu. there is no situation nor circumstance that she cannot handle. no matter the time, skill, or hardship that woman is going to do whatever she fucking wants. she’s such an admirable character, and yes this is just a fictional show but she means so much to me. tv mom forever and ever and ever. my lovebug!!!! 🫶🏼

rick… my og lovebug. his selfless, tender hearted yet courageous and dangerous personality is sooo missed recently because of these losers who love to keep playing hide the donkey. he’s been so beaten down and forced into the caged mindset, also known as stockholm syndrome. it hurts so much to see it affect him so deeply, especially in this episode. we truly get to understand just how horrified he is of losing michonne, losing judith, losing their home. it’s so layered that he’s come to the conclusion that he has to do whatever it takes to protect his wife and their children (judith for now until further notice). even going as far as pretending to break michonne’s heart just to get her to go back home for the sake of a safe and secured future. and as much as it rips his entire psyche into shreds, this man is a family man. his priority in life is to protect the ones that he loves by all means necessary.

and thank fucking HEAVENS that despite their years apart, michonne knows her husband like the back of her palm and can read him like a book!!! every word that poured out of his mouth was utter bullshit merely for safety purposes and i’m soooo glad that she understood that without even having to retaliate verbally.

she retaliated by throwing them out of a moving chopper LMAOOO 😭 MY GIRL, MY LEADING LADY!!!!!! CAN WE MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE CRAZIEST CHARACTER IN THE ROOM. thank youuuuuu! i digress.

“we needed a timeout” shdjshdhsjdjs well yes! please knock some sense into your traumatized husband. he needs his wife!!!

moving forward. the phones!!!! “believe a little bit longer”!!!!! CARL MENTION!!!!!!??????!!!!! 😨🫨🥺☹️😖 rick not mentioning any names for three years and never liking any drawings of his son because they could never be depicted perfectly 😣😣😣 try not to cry challenge [FAILED]. punching me in the gut would hurt less. still hoping for a random chandler cameo too :D

i know that what rick said was absolutely fake and futile but as a fierce michonne lover… HER FACE AS HE SPOKE??? if we don’t see him loving on her endlessly in episode four… i might throw myself out of a moving helicopter.

one hundred percent positive that they’ll be pouring bisquick and making pancakes next episode. i’m sat.

thorne is a D. not an A. she’s a piece of shit and will be dealt with eventually. michonne will handle any light work. i rest my case.

jadis is a sexual predator and a grade-A loser with a shit haircut. i almost pissed myself laughing when rick said that. he’s been waiting and so have i!!!! 😁 but yeah she sucks. die asap.

RICHONNE KISS IN THE WOODS AFTER BEING A POWERHOUSE COUPLE. 🥹 reminded me so much of when they took those cars and drove into that herd of walkers. ugh. please put their entire love story into the louvre.

last but not least because i’m tired — unsure what beale is up to. he’s so sketchy, and also SO CONFUSED about rick supposedly having a briefing with him about being promoted?! NO. no thanks we didn’t ask for him to ever be a leader nor get kidnapped in the first place!!!! scared to see what lies ahead for the next three episodes :(((((

in conclusion, michonne is the most beautiful angel to walk the earth. she looked so hot in every single scene. episode three is hands down my favorite episode yet, despite the hardship. again, angst fuels me. so excited to see what’s in store next week, and every other week after that!!!! it’s only up from here. ❤️‍🔥⬆️

okay that’s it. hope everyone enjoyed the episode!!!! this is such a wild ride, and i’m happy to have my television parents back on my screen, making things happen again. 🌟🔥

#trips talks #towl spoilers #the ones who live #the walking dead #rick grimes #richonne #michonne grimes #towl

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stanmammon · 9 months

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satan with nightmares

Satan:

Nightmares: How you soothe the character who’s having a nightmare.

It was a dream where he was falling forever.

He felt the wind through his hair, the pressure enough to steal the breath from his lungs but not quite enough to crush him. He had no control over himself but it wasn’t just his body, it was his emotions too. Boiling hatred and betrayal were the first emotions known to him, the heartbreak of loving so deeply and knowing that you were not loved enough in return. His pain came from Lucifer but Lucifer himself was filled with the pain of each of his brothers, filled with regret, filled with fear—

Satan felt like he was drowning, crushed beneath heavy expectations, ones that were not meant for him but the one he had been born from. Yet these feelings being present within him as well was further proof of their connection, the curse of being forever bound to thoughts and feelings that were not his own. But he was his own demon now, his anger, his hatred, those were feelings he could make his own, weren’t they?

He woke up angry, wanting to tear his bed sheets into thin strips of fabric that would never keep him warm, but he contained himself as he had learned to do. His fingers dig so deep into the mattress he knows there will be holes in the morning, a conversation he’d be forced to have with Lucifer—Ugh, he didn’t even want to think about him in the moment. His dreams were supposed to be a relief from the reality of dealing with him every day and yet he decided to invade even that.

“You’re getting too caught up in your thoughts.”

Satan lets out a breath, fingers releasing his mattress, his head hitting his pillow as he stared up at his ceiling. He could hear your voice like you were right next to him, feeling the way your finger traced along his jaw in a slow, deliberately calming movement. You hated the frown that marred his face after a frustrating dream.

“You’re your own demon, you know?”

He had taken your words to heart, spun them around in his head time and time again, memorizing your tone of voice, the gentle way you had said it. Not treating him like a toddler having a tantrum but as someone who saw a demon on the brink of losing control, who needed a reality check that while his creation was different from the rest of his brothers, it didn’t make him lesser.

Your fingers would trace everywhere you could reach, along his lips, back to his jaw, and if his demon form had inadvertently come out, you’d also run your hands along his horns in a show of intimacy.

He missed your touch. Your warmth. Your loving kisses and sweet laugh.

Anger was easier to deal with than this incessant yearning.

When would you come back to him?

The fact just the thought of you brought him comfort…when had you come to mean so much to him?

#Obey Me!#Obey Me #Obey Me Shall We Date #Obey Me Nightbringer #Obey Me Imagines #Obey Me Shall We Date Imagines #Obey Me Nightbringer Imagines #Obey Me x Reader #Obey Me Nightbringer x Reader #Obey Me Satan #Obey Me Satan x Reader

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takusan-no-ai · 1 year

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Accidental Kiss

PAIRING: Heimdall/Thor/Baldur x Female Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: Heimdall, Thor, and Baldur accidentally kiss (Y/N).

It’s unlikely that he’d cause the accidental kiss to happen himself; Heimdall is too careful about how he presents himself to allow such a thing to happen. It was probably an outside force that initiated the kiss.

If you’re not in a relationship then Heimdall would act disgusted to save face. He’s extremely embarrassed that he didn’t foresee this incident. The moment your lips collide with each other Heimdall would lose focus on everything and just be thinking about the beautiful woman that landed on top of him; his crush.

Heimdall doesn’t even realize he’s been stuck in the same pose on the ground, with a blank face, staring up at the sky like an buffoon. “You…your lips.” He kept mumbling it under his breath. Truthfully, it wasn’t just the fact that you both had just kissed. It was the fact that everyone in the room saw it.

Naturally, Heimdall will pretend to be disgusted to avoid being teased. “Ugh! How dare you contaminate my temple with your cow lips!” He storms off and hides on the wall of Asgard. He’d love it if you visited him afterwards to give him another kiss, but he’d also want to be the one to set the kiss in motion.

If you’re in a relationship then Heimdall is more likely to be suave with the kiss. He wouldn’t be as caught off guard, and so he’d have enough strength to hold up the both of you. He’ll keep the kiss quick if you’re in public, but if not, or if he wants to rub it in someone’s face, he’ll deepen the kiss.

The accidental kiss will only work once, so enjoy it while it lasts.

The accident could happen in a plethora of ways. Thor could be the cause of it, you could, someone else could, nature could, anything. Either way, it’s more likely to be Thor himself that causes the accidental kiss.

If you’re not in a relationship then Thor will be a little shy at the intimacy. He’s not going to be red like an apple, but he’ll definitely get a bit softer than usual in his tone of voice. Probably also going to hold you in place for as long as you’ll let him. “We don’t have to move so soon. It’s really comfortable in this position, right?” Doesn’t care what anyone says while watching, unless it’s Thrúdie.

He’d be a little embarrassed if his daughter started teasing him about having a crush on you. “Dad, I know you said you liked (Y/N), but I didn’t think you’d move this fast with her!” Thor’s got some self confidence issues when it comes to the people he cares about, so he’ll also be worried that he may have offended you if you didn’t already make it obvious about your shared interest in him.

Thor definitely becomes more bold if you say you’re fine with it. He wouldn’t mind stealing a few extra kisses in the mix of things.

If you’re in a relationship then Thor will cause the incident to happen and he will take his sweet time with ending the kiss. He’s bolder than ever and unless you end the kiss, you’ll be stuck in that man’s hold forever. Thrúd will gag if she sees it herself, but she’ll also secretly be throwing her dad a thumbs up behind you.

Accidental kisses happen more often than they should. Baldur is really careless about how often he touches you, because he really likes touching you. Even though he can’t feel anything, he knows it’s great and is just happy he can still feel emotions.

If you’re not in a relationship well then you are now. Baldur knows he likes you, he knows you like him; the only reason he hasn’t asked you out yet is because he wants to plan the perfect moment. That was until you accidentally fell on top of him and kissed him. Baldur saw wedding bells. “If I’d known you’d do this I would’ve worn something nice today.”

His mind isn’t well, so naturally he will be upping everything to the max. You smile at him? You were missing him. You hug him? You couldn’t live without his touch. You kiss him? Gosh, what are you, his stalker? Buddy doesn’t get that you’re just nice and that the kiss was an accident. Baldur’s love for you, along with his inability to feel you, makes it all the more extreme.

He obviously won’t move the relationship too fast if you don’t want that, but he will refer to you as his wife to everyone. Leaves your relatives very confused as to why they weren’t invited to the ceremony.

If you’re in a relationship then Baldur just latches on and kisses you. If you’re in public then he’ll make a big display for it, but in private he likes to be more gentle and romantic. “One day, I’ll feel you. And on that day, I want to experience everything I have with you all over again.” Baldur has become a real poet with the way he articulates his words to explain how his heart beats only for you

- Fin

#god of war x reader #headcanon #female reader #heimdall x reader #heimdall #baldur #baldur x reader #thor #thor x reader

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daintylovers · 1 year

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Sirius is known as the resident playboy and sure he enjoys his ladykiller reputation, he has quite a bit of fun with it, but the fact that you more often than not, want him non-sexually? it's just that you want HIM, to be with him, around him, just enjoy the fact that Sirius is, Sirius,

Well. if Sirius started crying while you pet his hair, you don't point that out.

STOP CAUSE I LOVE THIS ONE

like it’s nice to know he isn’t being used for his body or some reputation thing. you genuinely just want to lay in bed with him and eat chocolates and talk about which classes you hate. or to hold his hand when he’s feeling down.

which obviously he doesn’t get a lot of this casual intimacy. he never has. so now he basks in it. constantly asking to cuddle (cause he’s never been shy) or for you to just hold him.

and the hair thing! ugh that man would do anything for some head scratches. after a particularly rough day, he does end up crying on your lap. and when asking him if he would like to talk about it, you were met with soft resistance. but it was baby steps. because at least her felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable in your presence.

#reader insert #daintylovers #headcannons #sirius black scenario #sirius black #sirius black fanfic #marauders sirius #sirius black x reader #the marauders #marauders #marauders x reader

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Surprise?...(Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: You’d been hiding a secret from Adrian and now you were ready to tell him..You were a virgin.

So I know I have some request, but this is kinda been on my mind for a while! After this though expect a new witch reader one shot! Also just a reminder my inbox for requests are still open!

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, soft sex, p in v, oral (fem and male receiving), fluff, praise kink, cursing, small tiny bit of angst

Sex.

It was a staple in most relationships. It had different meanings for everyone. For some it was just a casual thing. To others it showed a true act of intimacy.

You had never gotten the chance to really have sex with anyone. It’s not that you didn’t want too. You just never met the right person.

Everyone you had been with in the past never lasted long enough for you to get to that point in the relationship.

You liked the idea of sex. Masturbation was one of your best friends, but it was starting to become not enough as of late. You have your current boyfriend of eight months to thank for that.

Adrian was fucking hot.

To you he was at least. From his toned arms to his cute freckles on his back..Adrian was the best thing you had in your life.

You had never felt so taken by anyone, but you both had yet to have sex. You wanted too. This was the first time you had ever genuinely wanted to have sex with anyone.

It was just nerve wracking. Adrian was way more experienced than you. You know the stories of the infamous threesomes with Peacemaker. To how many girls he pulled as Vigilante.

Ugh the suit was so hot. You couldn’t blame the girls for falling from him especially since anytime he wore the suit Adrian became ten times more confident.

As hot as the suit was though, you just wanted Adrian. You wanted to know what it would feel like for him to touch you in ways you’d only ever had read about.

Adrian felt the same way. He had been dying to get something more than a heavy make out session with you.

He never wanted to pressure you, but as the eight months past it was becoming increasingly frustrating just how often he’d end up in the shower rubbing one out.

Adrian loved you. You were the first girl he’d ever been with that he genuinely loved. He didn’t want to fuck up anything with you. He was certain you were the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

You wanted so badly to open up your fears to him, but were to scared too. You appreciated how he never asked or pressured you.

It was worrying though. Adrian was known for being a bit of a..well horny person.

You just wanted Adrian to be happy with you and Adrian just wanted you happy and comfortable with him.

It was one of those situations were you both just needed to talk to each other but you both were so oblivious to the others feelings.

One night though things changed, it was after a night of drinking. Adrian had taken you for a small bar date opting to stay the night with you instead of doing his Vigilante patrolling.

He had a mission the next day so he wanted to spend today with you knowing he wouldn’t see you for a good two days after.

He was currently teaching you how to play pool.

“Dude you gotta aim it like this.” He grabbed your arms showing you. You grew a bit flustered as he spoke in your ear.

“Okay..so like this?” Adrian grinned nodding.

“Now you’re getting it okay take the shot.” You hummed a bit leaning down some more before striking the white ball.

“You did it!”

“I did?!” Adrian nodded cheering with you. You jumped up hugging him.

“Oh thank you! Now I can actually try to beat you!” Adrian laughed hearing you.

“Nice try but I’m undefeated.” You shook your head as he jabbed your ribs.

“Let’s see about that! I had the best teacher.” Adrian smiled sheepishly as you kissed his cheek. His pants tightened a bit as he coughed trying to clear his throat.

“Why don’t we grab a bite now?” You looked at him confused as he grabbed your hand dragging you away.

“I thought you wanted to play though?”

“I suddenly got extremely hungry. I mean starving! Let’s go to a diner yeah?” You nodded.

“Sure!” Fuck you were cute.

As you sat in the car with him, you hummed a small tune holding Adrian’s hand as he drove. Adrian felt like a complete perv with the way he kept glancing at your legs.

Would you squeeze his head when he laid between them? or Would you grip his hair?

He shook his head trying to get rid of those thoughts instead focusing on you who fiddled with his fingers. “You have nice hands Adrian..” You kissed his palm lightly before setting it down.

Were you trying to kill him?

“Thanks...so we could grab a burger or hear me out I have hot dogs at my house?”

You laughed at his words, “I mean what kind of a girl would I be to turn down the offer of a hot dog from my incredibly cute boyfriend?”

“I don’t know what kind of a girl would you be?” Adrian looked at you in confusion.

“Adrian I was joking. I’d love to eat hot dogs at your place.”

“Oh..okay! You’re gonna love it I’ll make you the best chili cheese dog you’ve ever had.” You giggled a bit as he drove you both to his place.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to spend the night here after we ate?” You nodded as he locked the door.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve spent the night at his place as of late you’d been spending most of your nights there.

Adrian hummed as he pulled out the stuff. You grabbed the pots for him and the cutting board.

“Thanks!” He kissed your cheek grabbing the stuff to cook it. As he cooked you couldn’t help but to stare at him. He was so beautiful. Adrian felt a bit nervous feeling your stare on him, but he didn’t say anything.

Why should he judge you for staring? He does it constantly with you too.

Wanting to be a bit playful, you reached over taking his glasses from him. Adrian laughed turning around to see you sliding them on.

“Wow...” You muttered out looking around.

Adrian froze in slight shock. “Your eyesight isn’t that bad like I thought..Adrian? You okay? You’re being quiet-” You made a small muffled noise as he pulled you to a deep kiss.

“Why the fuck are you so hot?..” He pushed you against the counter top lifting you up never once removing from you.

You hummed in content as he pulled back moving his kisses down.

“If I knew you liked me wearing your glasses so much I would’ve done it sooner..” You laughed breathlessly as he rubbed his hands on your waist.

Adrian groaned a bit as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Fuck..” He panted sucking a small mark on your neck. You panted thrusting your hips a bit.

He pulled back to ask if he could take your shirt off only for the pot of chili to start over boiling.

“Oh shit!” Adrian ran to it turning it off with a sigh. Of course he was cock blocked.

You cleared your throat a bit readjusting yourself. “Hot dogs are done?” You awkwardly asked as Adrian nodded.

“Yeah wanna eat?” He helped you off the counter giving you one last kiss. You smiled sliding his glasses back on him.

“Sure you okay?” Adrian nodded at your questions grabbing the paper plates. After a good meal, you both sat on the couch cuddling for a small moment.

The awkwardness from before was long gone, but Adrian had been trying to work up the courage to ask if you would ever like to have sex with him.

You sighed a bit glancing up at him. Adrian grew confused as you practically forced him on your lap. “Relax I can feel how tense you are next to me.” He smiled as you ruffled his hair.

“Sorry I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“Sex.”

You choked a bit hearing him, “What?”

“I mean we’ve been dating for eight months right? and we’ve never had sex. Are you just not into it? If you aren’t that’s totally cool! I can go without sex! I just want you comfortable. I’m happy just being with you. I guess I just wanna be sure it’s not me...”

“Adrian...” You sighed helping him off your lap. He sat up smiling when you pulled him into a hug.

“It’s not you. I promise it’s not.”

“Oh..you promise?” You nodded kissing him.

“It’s me dude...I..Promise not to laugh..” You groaned before mumbling out.

Adrian nodded, “I won’t laugh. Swear on Eagly.” You laughed at his words.

“Adrian I’ve never had sex.” You laughed a bit.

“Wait you’re a virgin?!” He asked in surprise. You blushed a bit feeling warm from embarrassment.

“Yeah I am.. I’ve never had sex. It’s not that I didn’t want too. I just never met the right person. If I’m gonna be honest completely you never mentioned it so I assumed you didn’t wanna have sex with me. I do wanna have sex with you masturbation isn’t the same anymore..”

Adrian looked at you in shock before laughing, “Y/N that’s ridiculous. All I’ve been thinking about lately is having sex with you. Wait you masturbate?”

You nodded, “I do..It’s mostly to you.”

Adrian smiled seeing you grow flustered. “Dude I love you.”

“I love you too..Do you wanna have sex with me?...”

Adrian’s eyes widened, “I mean if you really wanted too right now. I’m practically raring to go-”

“Not right now. You have your mission tomorrow morning. I want you to be well rested. When you get back I’ll be here and we can have it then.”

“Sure only if you’re 100% ready. I don’t want you feeling pressured-” You kissed Adrian cutting him off.

“I’ve been ready for the longest. I want you Adrian.” He grinned pulling you to lay with him.

“Well now I can’t wait for this mission to be over.”

You laughed cuddling in his chest.

“Neither can I.”

These were the slowest two days of both of your lives.

Adrian practically raced to his car once they got back carelessly throwing his duffle in the back seat.

“Hey dude you mind if I have a ride home?” Chris asked him as he walked to him. Adrian wanted to say no, but he agreed not wanting to be rude.

“Sure bro.”

You had been at his place humming as you walked out of the shower thinking of what to wear. Adrian seemed to like you in his glasses..would he like you wearing his clothing now?

Or should you just go the route and be naked? Was that too forward?

No Adrian was a blunt person himself..But now that you think about it what if he didn’t like what he saw under your clothes.

You groaned jumping on the bed. You did bring lingerie..

You sighed turning over before sitting up. You figured out what you would do.

“Dude I gotta pee do you mind if we stop by your place first?” Chris asked him. Adrian groaned, “Fine but be quick!”

“Why are you so moody today? You’ve been in a hurry since we got back.”

Adrian sighed. Should he tell Chris? I mean he was his best friend.

“Y/N and I are having sex tonight for the first time and I’m nervous but also wanna get home already.”

“Wait wait wait! You both haven’t had sex yet?!” Chris asked in shock. Adrian nodded.

“Yeah so we planned it out for tonight when I got back.”

“Isn’t that kinda weird to plan out sex instead of it naturally happening?” Adrian shook his head.

“It’s not weird for us.”

Chris hummed, “Okay I’ll be out your hair then quickly just please dude I really gotta go.”

Adrian nodded, “Okay I hear you. I’m going.”

You grabbed a water bottle knowing Adrian would be thirsty when he got back. Would he be thirsty after?

“Stop it!” You told yourself. Adrian said to let him take the lead tonight. He’d take care of you. He always did.

You jumped hearing the door open. “Dude why is it so quiet in here?” You ducked hiding behind the counter top.

Why the hell was Chris here?

“Y/N’s probably in my room hurry up and use the restroom.”

Adrian sighed before looking in confusion seeing two water bottles out on the countertop along with your phone. You tried not to make any sounds.

No way in hell did you want Christopher Smith of all people to see how you were dressed right now.

Adrian walked to the countertop but stopped hearing Chris come out of the restroom.

“Alright let’s go so you could come home.” Adrian nodded stopping once he saw your foot peek out behind the counter.

“I’ll meet you in the car I wanna check on Y/N.” Chris nodded.

“Okay.” He sighed walking out.

You nervously stood up covering yourself with your arms once hearing the door close.

“Surprise...” You mumbled out awkwardly.

“I didn’t know you were bringing Chris over if I knew I would’ve stayed in the room. I came out to get water..”

Adrian fumbled a bit seeing you standing there in nothing but a pair of black underwear and his muppet pajama shirt.

“Wow..you look..you look..uhh..” He was speechless.

“I wasn’t fully ready yet haha-”

Adrian cut you off pulling you to him in a deep kiss. “Fuck..” He cursed gripping your hips tightly.

“I have to take Chris home.” He groaned as he kissed your neck. You moaned a bit as he moved his hands under your shirt rubbing your hips.

“Can you wait like ten minutes?” You nodded.

“Yeah I’ve waited this long right?” Adrian laughed,

“Okay I’ll be back soon-” The door opened cutting him off as Chris came inside once more.

“I forgot my phone in your restroom..Woah...damn Y/N..” You jumped throwing yourself on the floor.

“Wait was she there the entire time?” Adrian groaned,

“Dude get the fuck out.”

“I’m just saying woo..You’re very lucky dude she is..”

“I will make you walk home if you don’t get the fuck out right now.” Chris laughed.

“Hey no need to get angry. Let me get my phone.” Chris chuckled a bit more as he walked out.

“Bye Y/N!!” Adrian ran his hand over his face.

You stood up again, “I’m gonna go to the room...I’ll see you when you get back..”

Adrian shook his head wrapping his arms around your waist. “You are not going anywhere. Wait right here.”

He kissed your cheek walking out.

You grabbed the water bottles messing with them as Adrian came back in.

“Okay let’s go.”

“Wait I thought you were taking Chris home-”

“Nope I gave him my keys I’ll go pick up my car from his place tomorrow. Let’s go.” You laughed loudly as he dragged you to his room.

“Adrian!” You screamed a bit as he threw you on the bed.

“Fuck me you’re so hot..” He kissed you softly before deepening the kiss.

You moaned a bit as he began to nibble your jaw moving down your neck to leave marks. His marks.

“Adrian...” You gripped his hair panting already as he moved your shirt up exposing your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked you a bit warily. You nodded eagerly in response.

“I need words Y/N.”

“Yes you can take it off Adrian.” He smiled helping you up a bit to take it off. He groaned seeing your bare chest.

“Fuck they look way better in person then in my imagination.” He began to kiss you again moving his hand up to graze them over your chest. You whimpered as he flicked your nipple.

You gasped out feeling him kiss the top of your breast. Adrian grunted a bit as you gripped his hair feeling overwhelmed already. He kept looking at your face to gauge your reactions.

You moaned out shutting your eyes when he moved a nipple into his mouth. “Fuck!” You cursed in slight shock.

You didn’t know it’d feel that good.

“Adrian..” You moaned a bit as he alternated between your two breast. Moving his hands up he toyed with the band of your underwear.

You whined as he pulled away. “Can I take your underwear off?”

“Yes. You can.” You reassured him smiling. He gave you a kiss before yanking your underwear off. You laughed feeling him kiss your stomach blowing raspberries into it.

“Stop!” You laughed smiling. He pulled away grinning.

“Take off your shirt too Adrian. Kinda unfair how I’m the only one naked here.”

“Oh! Sorry..” He pulled his shirt off tossing it across the room.

You sat up seeing a bandage on his shoulder. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt-”

“Relax it’s a small cut. John stitched me right up.” You gave him a small frown.

“Are you sure? If you’re really not okay we don’t have to continue Adrian-” He shook his head quickly.

“I wanna continue. I promise it’s okay.” You sighed kissing his bandage gently before laying back down.

“I swear if you’re lying to me I will kill you Adrian.” He chuckled kissing you.

“I promise I’m okay now,” You gasped seeing him grip your knees spreading your legs apart.

“Can I see you?”

You nodded too nervous to say anything as he glanced down at you. “Fuck..Y/N..you have such a pretty cunt...”

Adrian kept staring at you feeling ready to burst through his pants. He couldn’t help but to lean forward licking a stripe up. You moaned loudly from shock of how good it felt.

He pulled back quickly, “I am so sorry! I should’ve asked I just couldn’t help myself! Y/N you taste so fucking good..You’re so wet too..” Adrian stared down at you again.

“Um...you could do it again if you want?..” You nervously fumbled with your hands looking away.

Adrian smiled, “Are you sure?” You nodded a bit eagerly.

“Yeah it felt good..” Adrian moved down leveling his face with your cunt.

“Alright if you’re sure...” You moaned arching your back when he licked you again. Adrian groaned from your taste licking again.

You reached down gripping his hair tightly screaming out a bit as he sucked your clit softly. Adrian groaned into you wrapping his lips around your clit. He wanted you to feel good.

It made him extremely happy knowing he was the first person to ever make you feel this way. “Adrian!”

He moved his tongue inside of you going slow to not overwhelm you. You bucked up against his face whining. You tossed your head against the pillow crying out. Adrian reached his hand up pushing your hips down continuing his ministrations.

You gasped feeling a knot form in your lower stomach. Adrian alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking your clit. He used both his hands to hold you down.

You couldn’t help but to try to pull away flustered and overwhelmed by his movements. “Fuck Adrian! You’re making me feel so good! I-I-..Fuck!”

Crying out you thrusted forward cumming in his face. You gripped his hair keeping him against you as he helped your ride out your high.

He pulled away after a short while kissing your clit chuckling seeing you jump a bit. Adrian kissed your thighs moving his way up your body. Your juices coated his cheeks and mouth. You moaned a bit tasting yourself as he kissed you slipping his tongue inside.

“Fuck you taste so good Y/N. I could spend all day eating your pussy...” You whimpered as he ran his fingers through your folds.

“I have another time to try that later though..I’d love to see how much you could take.” Your eyes widened a bit by his words.

Adrian kissed you softly, “Calm down..I’ll do that later.” Your cunt clenched at his words. You sat up reaching for his belt. Batting your eyes at him you asked softly if you could take it off.

“Can I?”

He nodded eagerly, “Fuck yeah you can. You never have to ask me something like that go for it.”

You grinned unbuckling his belt pulling his jeans down. Adrian got up from the bed to remove his jeans and boxers in one go. You laughed seeing him trip a bit getting his pant leg off. Your laughter stopped though once you saw his size.

“I know it’s not much. Chris said too it wasn’t. My nickname used to be thimble..I didn’t hit puberty till my mid twenties-”

“How is that supposed to fit in me?!” You asked a bit panicked.

Adrian sat on the bed grabbing your cheeks to calm you. “Oh hey calm down-”

“Chris called you thimble! That’s bullshit! Adrian you’re gonna break me!” He laughed a bit at your words.

“No I won’t I promise.” You gave him a small worried look.

“I promise. I would never hurt you. That’s why we’re gonna go slow, but if you really don’t want too anymore it’s okay we can always try another day.” He kissed your forehead hugging you.

You sighed before nodding, “Promise you won’t hurt me?”

“I promise. It’ll be a slight sting at first, but after I promise it’s gonna feel really good.” You pondered for a small moment before nodding.

“Okay..”

“You sure?”

“Yeah...can I see your thing again?”

“You mean my dick?” You nodded as he pulled back letting you stare at him. Adrian grew nervous under your stare. No girl had ever describes his dick as something that would break them.

You reached your hand out touching his tip. He hissed a bit thrusting forward. “Sorry!”

“No no! You didn’t hurt me..It felt good..” Adrian reassured you. This was new for him. Usually you were the one reassuring him most of the time, now here he was doing it for you.

“Oh..” You muttered out sitting up wrapping your hand softly around him. “Wow..this is way different than porn..” He laughed at your words.

He moaned out though once you started gently jerking him off. You leaned down surprised by how hard he was. His tip was red leaking a bit of pre cum. Curious you leaned forward licking it.

Adrian cursed as you hummed a bit. He tasted odd, but it was good. You wanted more. Wrapping your lips around his tips you sucked softly still moving your hands along with him.

Since he started dating you, Adrian hadn’t had anyone but himself touching his cock. As he stared down at you trying to fit a bit more in your mouth, he realized that he was so happy he waited.

You moaned a bit sucking a bit harder around him. Adrian gently ran his hand through your hair groaning struggling from thrusting straight into your mouth. The last thing he wanted was to choke you.

You pulled back a bit continuing jerking him, “Am I doing okay?”

“You’re doing amazing...I..fuck...” He panted a bit. You smiled moving him back in your mouth letting your saliva slather his cock.

Wanting to make him feel good, you did what you heard felt good. The smut books and porn you watched and read were paying off.

Adrian cursed as you took his cock halfway bobbing your head. He began to babble a bit yelping when you fondled his balls. “Y/N! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum...”

He cried out feeling you speed up your movements. Adrian thrusted forward screaming as he came. He groaned as you choked around him a bit surprised by how much was coming out of him.

Adrian panted pulling you off of him once you began to suck him again. “Fuck..fuck..fuck!”

His chest and face was flushed red. You smiled swallowing his load. “You taste good Adrian..” He moaned burying his face in your neck.

“You were trying to make me sensitive huh?” He thrusted a bit whining as you rubbed your hand over his tip again.

“I just wanted you to feel good.” You grinned as he kissed you pushing you down.

“You got your turn..Now let me get you ready for my cock..” Adrian ran his fingers through your folds smiling as you moaned tossing a bit.

“I have to get you stretched out so this is gonna feel weird and if you don’t like it tell me and I’ll stop okay?” You nodded.

“Good girl..” Adrian pushed a finger in groaning feeling your walls clench around it. You tensed a bit as he began to move it.

“You okay?” You nodded clenching the sheets next to you.

“It feels good..I think I can take another..” Adrian nodded sliding a second finger in. He groaned getting hard again watching you whine as you bucked your hips a bit.

“Your fingers feel better than mine...” He leaned down kissing you at your words.

“It feels so good. Adrian I feel weird..” Adrian stopped getting worried.

“Does it hurt?” You shook your head.

“No it feels good..Too good...I’m close already again..” You moaned trying to get him to move his fingers.

“Please don’t stop Adrian. Keep going. Please..” Adrian nodded kissing you scissoring his fingers to help prep you. He curled his fingers grinning as you moaned loudly.

“Right there?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded rapidly feeling the knot in your lower stomach grow.

“Fuck! Adrian I’m gonna cum..” He pulled away chuckling as you groaned trying to grab his hand.

“Shh shh. It’s okay. I’m gonna enter you now is that okay?”

“Yes. I’m on the pill you don’t need a condom unless you want to put one on whatever you are more comfortable with-” Adrian kissed you to stop your nervous rambling.

“I’m gonna enter then okay?” You smiled a bit nervously as he slid his tip up and down your folds watching your face as he pushed his tip in. You clenched the bedsheets trying to resist the urge to grab his shoulders.

You panted feeling tears brim your eyes as he pushed in. “Shit!” You cursed wrapping your hands around Adrian’s neck.

“It’s okay..It’s okay..I’m almost in..” He reassured you kissing your cheek. You cried out as he fully sheathed himself inside.

Adrian kissed you gently feeling terrible about the tears brimming your eyes. “Are you okay? I can pull out if you want? We can stop-”

“No it’s okay..I’m okay..just give me a minute..I’ve never felt so full before..Fuck..” You gripped his shoulder before pulling back quickly.

“Sorry! You’re hurt! I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that-” Adrian shushed you gently moving your hands back on him.

“It’s okay. You can grip me if you need too..Fuck dude you’re so fucking tight..You feel so good Y/N..” You gripped Adrian’s shoulder wincing as he pulled back a little moving back in.

“Can I move?” He asked you waiting patiently for you to answer.

“Yes please move Adrian..” He smiled kissing you pulling back before thrusting gently. You gasped loudly as he moved slowly wanting to be as gentle as possible.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You moaned wrapping your hands around his neck scratching his back as he moved speeding up a tad bit. He moaned as you yanked the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Adrian! Adrian!! Please! I need more!” You wailed as he smiled against your neck. He nodded sitting up to grab your hips.

“Fuck Y/N so fucking pretty..so beautiful.. your pretty pussy is all mine now..I’m the only person who will fuck you..” He moaned gripping you tightly as he fucked into you deeply.

You gripped the sheets as he thrusted a bit more roughly. “You’re fucking me so good! Thank you Adrian!” You whined as he pulled you up sitting you in his lap.

He groaned bouncing you in his lap holding you close. You muttered into his neck feeling your orgasm approaching fast. “I’m close...”

Adrian grinned moving you back down. You wrapped your legs around his waist crying out as he went deeper inside of you. “FUCK!” You screeched out.

Adrian grunted going at his maximum effort. He couldn’t hold back anymore. You gripped his shoulders tightly as he fucked you thoroughly. “Fucking cute. Fucking mine! This pussy is mine!”

“Kiss me please?” You begged weakly staring at his face. He nodded kissing you pushing his tongue into your mouth. Adrian screamed a bit pulling back as he snapped his hips hard into you.

The bed began to squeak with his speed. All that could be heard in the room were your’s and his moans along with the snapping of his hips. You bit down on his neck as you came on his dick.

Adrian groaned feeling you tighten around him. You babbled feeling overwhelmed by how fast he was going. “Adrian!!”

He nodded kissing you, “Can I cum inside of you? Please?”

You nodded feeling yourself tighten a bit at his words. “I want your cum inside of me..”

Adrian whimpered a bit feeling his release rising up. “Fuck fuck! FUCK!!” He came moaning gripping the headboard lazily thrusting inside of you riding out his high.

You panted as he stopped himself from falling on you. “Fuck..You did such a good job. Thank you Y/N. Thank you..” He kissed you everywhere smiling.

You whimpered when he pulled out feeling his cum leak out. Adrian groaned watching it come out. “Okay stay here..I’ll be right back.” You nodded feeling your eyes droop.

“Hey don’t fall asleep yet. I’m gonna get you cleaned up okay?” Adrian kissed you again before standing up pulling his boxers on. He ran out coming back quickly with a warm rag.

You shivered a bit as he cleaned you up. Adrian helped you up taking you to the restroom to pee running out to grab you water. He carried you back to bed making you drink a good couple of gulps of the water.

Instantly after his care, you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up feeling refreshed sitting up a bit with a smile. Adrian laid sleeping next to you one hand around your waist snoring softly.

You kissed his forehead carefully moving his hand off of you. Once in the kitchen you grabbed a glass of water chugging it down happily. Adrian walked into the kitchen smiling seeing you with the blanket wrapped around you.

“Morning..” You grinned hearing him.

“Morning..Sorry I wanted some water and you took care of me last night so I didn’t wanna wake you.” He shook his head kissing you.

“So...” He lifted you on the countertop sliding between your legs.

“Did you like it last night?” Adrian grew nervous waiting for your response.

“I had a great time last night.” He sighed in relief resting his head on your shoulder. You gasped seeing the wound on his shoulder bleeding a bit through the bandage.

“Oh my god!! Are you okay!!?” Adrian looked at you confused before seeing his shoulders.

“Oh yeah I’m fine..You did it last night-”

“I did!” Adrian grabbed your hands laughing a bit.

“Yeah it’s okay I didn’t even it feel it.”

“You didn’t?..” Adrian nodded.

“All I remember was the feeling of you. You were fucking hot and wet and tight..God I love you..” Adrian groaned a bit kissing you.

You moaned as he kissed the previous hickeys he left on your neck. “You did such a good job for me..Such a good girl..Did you like me fucking you Y/N?”

You whimpered as he slipped the sheet off of you, “I did..I just am scared I hurt your cut..”

Adrian shook his head, “You didn’t and I honestly could care less. I was so happy you let me be your first.”

You smiled a bit flustered as he kissed your chest. “I’m happy too..Thank you Adrian I love you too..Do you think you’d be up to go again right now before breakfast?”

He nodded eagerly pushing to lay on the countertop, “Oh yeah we have a lot of time to make up for.”

“I’m glad I can now do this with you..” You cried out as he slid his tip in.

“I am too..I have so much to show you..” Adrian whispered in your ear.

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante x reader #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #fanfic #adrian chase peacemaker #adrian chase smut

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rocketturtle4 · 7 months

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Not Me eps 8 and 9: I. AM. SCREAMING.

@plantsarepeopletoo @anon451 @shouldiusemyname @thegalwhorants @wen-kexing-apologist @slayerkitty @fanfictionroxs @pandasmagorica

Part 1, Part 2

IT WAS TODD, I KNEW IT!!

and Sean and White got together and Yok and Dan got together and we have two sad ex-girlfriends(ish) and Gram looking on in longing and BLACK WOKE UP and they're all being followed cause Todd knows way more about them now and and and

[Image of Ashi lying on the couch zoned out with the caption: Roc.exe has crashed, please try again later]

(Also yes another update already, it's crazy! Though we're trying to book out a time to watch the last 3 together so that may take a while...or may be this weekend *crosses fingers hopefully* though that may shift watching Only Friends and other Sunday shows to like...Monday or later ahhhh)

Also I did not do a between 8 and 9 update but I totally guessed Dan was the officer who shot Seans dad.

GMMTV does such good foreshadowing and pay off I feel so satisfied and excited by every reveal.

Alright now lets walk through in briefish how amazing these two eps were...

[3 images of Sean and White, one with Sean saying: I'm lucky I met you]

Oh. My. God.

OffGun

SeanWhite

I Love Them.

Every moment of emotional connection, this scene in the bedroom, Sean tracing his body with his fingers the next morning (WHY DID HE TIE HIM UP??)

The rooftop

The trust falls

The KISSES

[Sean saying: I've never known you better than this before]

THIS Moment in the tent?

and then there casual intimacy the next day???

Ugh I am dying and I love it here

(I'm so scared for him to find out, I mean White totally hinted at it but it's going to be a MESS)

And Yok/Dan??

[Images of Yok/Dan from episodes 8 and 9 of not me covering their time in Dan's house being painted, to Yok visiting Dan at work and Dan showing him his first ever artwork and finally to Dan visiting Yok's mother's house and Dan commiting to supporting Yok as best he can]

OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM EVEN MORE

also Wow Gawin!?! I'm glad he got that lead eventually he is phenominal in this. Everyone bringing their absolute A game!

Also Plot! There was plot, Lots of Plot!

We have two heartbroken girls that I really hope we spend more time on cause they have been amazing characters so far. Namo took finding out about Sean and White so well and then she was so sad ugh.

and then Eugene also struggling with her dance routine because she's confused/heartbroken about Black

I'm so curious how that Black/Eugene/Gram triangle may play out now that Black's awake, I mean he still broke up with Eugene because he wanted her safe, and now he's nearly died I doubt that will change...

I have more thoughts on Black but lets back track to Plot again for a minute

Sean and Tawi face off in the bathroom happened

[Tawi telling Sean: Your dad sold drugs and I had nothing to do with him]

Oh and Todd was trying to get back on track with figuring out what the gang is up too in episode 8

[Todd sitting on Black's bed saying: I brought a lot. Aren't you gonna eat first?]

Plus at the end of Ep 9 everyone was being followed...Oh and Sean is now spying on Tawi? Although not a whole lot of actual spying seemed to be happening...

Now I know that Tawi is also big coorporation here but I now have no idea how much of all this is just Todd or is Todd working for/with Tawi? That seems like the most likely scenario but I don't know for sure.

How much was Tawi actually involved in the drug trafficking that Seans father was involved in?

And when/how will Sean find out that officer Dan is the one who shot him? I can already picture the explosion.

And as much as I want (so very desperately) to watch the next episodes. I am also kind of grateful that I have to stop. Because this is SUCH A GOOD POINT to sit and imagine at.

How will Black and White be revealed to their friends? To Sean? To Euguene to everyone. What about Black and Whites parents? Are they going to come back into the story?

(OMG Black's mum, who White is 100% going to meet in his place next ep, will he meet her as White? Or pretend to be Black??)

Also Black's gotta feel betrayed about Todd too. Oh and Paprika's point about Black and White being thought and action, will we get to see them come together now, despite how much Black want's White to stay out of it? Is White going to meet the friends AS WHITE?? (I am dying to have Sean see him all put together with his glasses on). The emotional pay off that I can feel coming is so good, are they going to be shocked and betrayed? are they going to finally understand? I honestly have no idea and I want to know SO MUCH.

But I also just want to sit in this anticipation a little bit longer and let my imagination run wild. Looking forward to it all coming together

Looking forward to the plot too lol!

See you next time, chances are my next installment will be my immediate post finale freakout...or I could takes notes as I go maybe, does anyone want my live reactions, posted non-live?

[Image of First saying: Are you sure?]

P.S. just had a thought as I was adding tags...The gang's gonna think White's a mole aren't they? He's been in contact with Todd, He's the reason they're getting followed. OH NO, they're going to think he's with others.

I WILL Cry. Watchbuddies be warned

#Not Me #Not Me the series #roc plays catch up #rturts is wondering

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meownotgood · 1 year

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i think my favorite aki/reader dynamic is like. teenage friends to adult idiots who are obviously in love. like they both lost their family young and got scouted by public safety, so they end up in the same middle/high school and have their own weird social dynamics where aki is really stiff and weird but he’s great at any sport he signs up for and the reader is bad at sports but good in literature and math and even though aki is doing fine in all of his classes, he asks for their help just to have an excuse to hang out with them after school. growing up with them means there’s a specific intimacy to everything he knows about them- once they’re both 18, it’s a no-brainer to move in together, and they switch off on cooking meals. the reader knows how he likes his eggs, aki has their food allergies memorized, the reader keep sweets in the pantry for themselves (but really for aki to share, bc he has a bit of a sweet tooth he won’t admit to). anyways i just love the idea of aki being like yeah this is my best friend who is half of my heart and i plan my grocery trips around their favorite meals. what do you mean that sounds like love. and aki suddenly getting so nervous and romantic and blushing as he buys a bundle of flowers for them and puts it on the table in a nice vase and taking a little longer to do his hair and takes their suggestions at what to wear and blushes when they take his shirts to sleep in…. ugh! - 🍊

sigh.... I love this so much.... childhood friends to lovers with aki is my absolute favorite and I hope to write something full about it some day

I really like the idea of you and aki going to school together; the two of you would relate to each other immediately because you both lost your homes and your families to tragedy — although, you might not get along with him right away. teen aki is rude, he's quite closed off. it's a lot more difficult to get close to him, but for some reason, you keep trying to. you seem to see a part of him no-one else sees.

you're kind to him, you don't treat him as if he's an outcast like everyone else at school does. he isn't about to admit that he likes you, nor that he enjoys your company. he won't tell you he likes it when you sit next to him at lunch or when you walk home with him, and how he hates when you have to turn down your street and leave him behind because walking is so much lonelier without you. but he does rush to find you whenever you're in the same class and there's group work, he does ask if you'd like to come over to study together.

the longer you've known him, the more he's warmed up to you. you've seen how he speaks to others, how he's just as rude and unapproachable to them as he was when you first met him. but he has a soft spot for you —he's always checking up on your well-being, he's careful not to hurt you when you train together. he gives you the easy missions when they're tasked of you and him by public safety. he's always a completely different person, but it's more him than anything else.

and he knows things about you no-one else knows, just as you know things about him no-one else has ever seen. he puts on such a tough persona, but you know how he cries when things get too much, you've held him whenever he's felt lonely. he appreciates those things more than he expresses.

when the two of you get older, he mellows out a bit — he's definitely still cold, but not as impolite as before, he's more so strict and direct. you move in together because it's the easiest, most cost-efficient option at the time. aki is the one person you feel most comfortable around. he's the person you'd trust with anything, even your life.

and living with him is nice, honestly. he's always neat and quiet. after power and denji move in, you don't have your own space anymore, but aki makes room for you to share it with him. he gives you his bed and sleeps in the living room, but that quickly turns into you sleeping in the same bed together.

somehow, with him, it feels comfortable, natural. maybe it's because it reminds you of the sleepovers you had when you two were younger. his presence beside you is nice. if you listen closely, sometimes you can hear his quiet snores.

even once you've saved up enough money to get your own place (that was the original plan) you decide not to. you'd miss him too much. you've grown accustomed to this life you and him have together, whatever you'd call it.

some things never change, and just as aki refused to admit how he felt about you when he was younger, he's the same way now.

yes, he likes you, that's obvious, but no, he doesn't like like you. you're his best friend, that's all there is to it.

you're his best friend, who he would lay his life on the line in order to protect. who he takes on trips with him to his hometown so he can show you around and introduce you to all the little things he remembers from before he met you. who he frequently spends his entire paycheck on, just because he likes seeing you smile whenever he's given you something special.

you're just... important to him, that's all. and when he blushed once you caught him staring at you, it's just because he was thinking about something else (definitely not because he loves the way you look when you're wearing his old tshirt with one of his hair ties around your wrist).

and when he tucked you into bed and kissed your cheek before you fell asleep, it was just because the two of you were drinking, and he was kind of drunk, he just did it without even thinking, and he hoped you were asleep already so you wouldn't notice (you weren't, and you did).

#I feel like you'd see through him really easily #like he's a big blushy mess #he is totally obvious whenever he stares at you #but you've known him long enough to know he'd never confess to you #so you'd have to bring it up first #or just kiss him and maybe he'll get the idea #sorry my response got kind of long I am just passionate about this #need sweetie pie best friend aki immediately #ask mags #aki <3

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【the next step】 RIDDLE x READER, SLIGHTLY NSFW

"In his mind, still, he was not allowed to have pleasure – even enjoying Trey's strawberry tarts would sometimes make him feel guilty – and this, your skin, was too much."

Riddle Rosehearts x Female Reader, 18+. One-shot. Fluff, implied sexual intimacy (mostly non-explicit, but on the NSFW side to be safe), consensual.

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“So, have you two done it already?”

Riddle Rosehearts chokes on his tea. It’s bad enough that Floyd Leech decided, fully arbitrarily, that he would join Riddle for lunch at the cafeteria, but it’s even worse that the moray eel had somehow heard the news about the headwarden’s relatively new (and first) girlfriend.

“That is uncouth, Floyd,” Riddle retorts, trying to regain his calm. This is no place to talk about such things – no, wait, it's not a topic to be talked about at all. But Floyd had just seen a sliver of weakness, a moment of panic in the rose-red tyrant’s eyes, and he was not about to let off.

“What?” he asks in his sing-song voice. “I did not specify. Is your mind in the gutter, goldfish?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Boring. I’ll take that as an answer,” the merman purred.

“No! I mean, yes but no,” every word out of Riddle’s mouth was more incriminating than the last. The truth was, no, he hadn’t done whatever it was Floyd was obviously implying, but yes, he had kissed you so that had to count for something, right? There was a siren sounding at the back of Riddle’s mind, as he was headed into uncharted territory – there was no way to circle around this question, and it had opened a Pandora’s box, in which now he saw “doing it” as the natural flow of things and the finish line that his relationship was headed for.

But he wasn’t ready.

“You should try it sometime. It’s fun squishing them until they can’t breathe,” and as Floyd was saying this, his odd-colored eyes grew dark and predatorial, and then quickly flickered back to playfulness, so no one could tell if he was actually serious or not.

“Ugh. Enough.” Riddle stood up. “I have to get back to my dorm duties. Farewell.”

Not even the loud clacking of his oxfords helped drown the sound of Floyd’s musical laugh, and now Riddle has a whole new conundrum to worry about for the whole day, until the moment he sees you.

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When you come over for a study date later, it’s like he’s laid eyes on you for the first time, all over again. Aside from the occasional wind that would ruffle up your skirt, which might have caused him to involuntarily glance once or twice, he has never – and he means, never – stopped to look at the shape of your body, the skin bulging ever so slightly at the welt of your socks, the soft curves of your shoulders or your lower back, or the peeking collarbone when you undo your necktie and collar while complaining about the raising temperatures outside. Sure, kissing you would usually leave him feeling giddy and excited and eager, but never like this. And he hated himself for it, cursing that the thought alone would taint you and your innocence.

You paid no mind as you plopped yourself into his sofa and reached for your schoolbooks. If Riddle was staring, it meant that something was crooked somewhere – a collar, a hem, or maybe the magic pen in your shirt pocket – so you had learned to ignore it. Normally, he would point it out right away, but he was getting better at being more flexible. Or so you thought, because there’s no way you could have known he was actually staring at something else.

Riddle’s room had always been slightly dim-lit. The soft glow from the window would get engulfed by the thick, red velvet canopies gushing like waterfalls from the bedframe, so the glass chandelier would be the one working overtime to light up the ambient. In Riddle’s tea table, a fresh set of roses and lilies – he’d never admit, but he probably changed them because he knew you were coming over. And although the gold-plated table was a bit too low to read or take notes from, you had to make do as the sofa was the only place for two people to be comfortably seated. Well, unless you were thinking of studying on his bed, but that’s preposterous! And not to mention, probably breaking a few rules. Sleeping spaces should never be used as studying spaces. Now that you thought of it, the tea table is also no good for studying either – you ponder if Riddle is making an exception just for you.

You go to different schools, but as part of the same branch of magic arcana, some subjects are somewhat similar. When you do get together just before a test, each of you tends to their own notes; only seldom asking advice, guidance or questions. For the whole month you’ve been dating, these inter-dorm visits are the only chance for a gesture of affection. Sometimes, you hold hands; sometimes, there’s kisses (always two, and not one more); and very rarely, you’d put your head on his shoulder. Outside closed doors, both of you have an image to uphold as wardens, so even the slightest physical touch feels like an adventure.

Kissing is great, when and if it happens. It begins with Riddle asking for permission, and once you grant it, it’s always a peck on the lips first, then another one on the cheek. The pattern or order never changes, and honestly that is fine by you. Seemingly unbreakable rules and compulsions are a part of who your boyfriend is. Just the fact that the stiff housewarden looks so flustered after inching away from your face – his expression alone plagues your fantasies for weeks. When you cannot meet privately, you feed the romance by exchanging cellphone pictures or messages (which, whenever you mention the fact, no-one ever believes you, because it’s so hard to imagine Riddle Rosehearts himself texting everyday snippets to his girlfriend). His are typically of food (“This week’s strawberry tart”, read the last one, depicting a scrumptious-looking dessert cutely adorned with powder sugar resting on his tea table), and yours are of yourself or outfits (“New headband! What do you think?”). But even so, of course you’d miss him, so spending time like this was just bliss.

The warmth of a quiet summer night is ever-present in the room. You roll up your uniform’s sleeves to be able to have more mobility. Because of the table’s low height, you only use it to place your pencil case and stationery, while keeping the books piled open on your lap and holding your notes with one hand. Your other hand rests in the sofa. Doing this, you can feel Riddle’s weight occasionally shifting in his seat, but not quite close enough to touch him.

So, when he grabs your free wrist, of all things, your heart skips a beat. It’s something that has never happened before, something new; and you know how avert he is to new experiences. Almost slamming your notes on the table, your head turns to see him, thinking maybe, just maybe, you had a stain somewhere. But to your surprise, he pauses and adjusts his grip, and does not seem irritated at an ink stain; rather, his face is flushed in embarrassment.

“May I?”, he says in a whisper. That, usually, is the kissing cue. You’re not entirely sure how it works while grabbing your wrist, but you nod your head ‘yes’.

Riddle’s thoughts are racing laps around his head. The exposed skin of your forearm is supple to the touch, and your mouth is gaping at him in bewilderment, and his grip is tight, and this is all that slippery eel’s fault. If that wretched merman would never have asked, Riddle would not be battling with the urge to undress you right now. In his mind, still, he was not allowed to have pleasure – even enjoying Trey's strawberry tarts would sometimes make him feel guilty – and this, your skin, was too much. But it’s not like he hasn’t kissed you before, so what gives? Why is it any different now? And yet, the sting of feeling like you’re doing something forbidden, alongside the adrenaline rush that comes with it, was all that filled his chest.

He presses his lips, forming a kiss on your inner wrist. The skin is vulnerable and paper-thin in that area – it’s like you can almost feel the warmth of his shaky breath going through you, through your veins, through your bones. And when you expect him to stop, he doesn’t, and kisses the same spot again – this time it’s longer, breathier, and a little wet.

“Uh...” you stammer, and he snaps out of the trance. He lets you go, shifting back into the safe side of the sofa, and is redder than the raspberry tea he had poured for you earlier.

“S-sorry,” he mutters, not yet regaining full composition. He coughs, and then tries to speak again. “My apologies. That was uncalled for.”

But you’re just a normal girl. Sure, it’s never happened before, but it has crossed your mind – that someday, somehow, you might do it, and it would make sense for that first partner to be your boyfriend. He would always be in your fantasies, but you could never admit it. ‘We have to take it slow’, is what you would always tell yourself, but your wrist was still moist from the kiss, and it dawned on you that you two are alone in a room, and the bed is right there. Then again, why did a kiss fire you up so much? Maybe it wasn’t just the unusual placement, but also the timing and the intention. The second kiss had been hungry, and urgent, and you had never seen him like that before.

“Don’t apologize. I enjoyed it,” you blurt out. The ever-present frown on his forehead relaxes a little, but not enough. Deep down inside, he doesn’t want this to be an insolated incident. He wants to trail kisses all the way up your elbow, and then bite your neck and collarbone. He wants to, but he shouldn’t. He can’t. Unable to move, he feels as though his whole body is heavier, about to explode with emotion; and he hates outbursts, no matter how frequently he might be prone to anger – that’s a different thing.

You’re not satisfied yet, either. But you are unsure. You didn’t even bring matching underwear and your hair is a bit messy and sweating from the outside humidity. And, like, once it begins, if you do start it, then there’s no stopping until we consummate it, right? You have no honest idea how it works, but it always seems that way in the movies, in which one passionate kiss is enough to unchain a series of inevitable events. And Riddle? His heart-shaped face and boyish jawline, the stiffness in his neck and shoulders from standing up straight all the time, his whole aura made you feel horrible from even daring to fantasize about him in a remotely lewd way. Like yourself, he is a human, he has needs, perhaps even has hidden desires of his own? You shake your head at the sheer thought, but then –

“Should I...” he says, ignoring every sign of his own body trying to run away. He quickly corrects his sentence, mid-speech. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes.”

It rolls off your tongue before you can even realize what you’re suggesting.

Riddle feels ecstatic and scared, all at once. By the time he finally realizes his girlfriend is looking his way, expectantly, a few seconds have passed.

“Quit staring,” he demands, a slight annoyance in his voice. “It’s embarrassing.”

You stifle a laugh and shut your eyes. But now that you are blindly tilting your head up in anticipation, waiting for him to shuffle closer, it feels more real than ever. And Riddle can’t believe he is doing this, as he has never been able to give a third kiss on a study session before, yet there he is, cusping the shape of your waist with both hands. His grip is strong, perhaps a side-effect from the nerves, and he can feel the loud, rhythmic expansion and contraction of your ribcage as your heartbeat paces faster. He steers clear from placing his hands too high or too low, but his sight accidentally follows the curves under your breasts, and his imagination runs wild, musing on how it must feel to touch your chest. He cannot afford that delusion for too long, though, as your eyes snap wide open, instinctively placing your hands on his shoulders and now your knees are touching.

An awkward silence. His steel blue gaze wanders back and forth from your eyelashes to your lips. Unable to keep it in any longer, for the first time, you kiss him. And both your eyelids close and your noses clash as you sigh, whimper into his mouth. It’s over before you know it, and he pulls away from your lips, but doesn’t let go of your waist. He tugs at it, but not to bring you in for one more kiss, just to feel you closer. And your knees are in the way, so for some unexplainable reason, as if guided by an external force, you climb onto his lap. By the time you snap out of the heat of the moment, it’s too late.

“Y/N!” he exclaims, redder than ever. You wonder if you went too far.

“Sorry. Sorry!” you yelp, your flushed cheeks matching his. As much as you try to jerk back, he won’t let go.

“N-no. It’s fine,” he states. In this position, you tower over him – if he were to lean forward, his head would fit right between your breasts. Carefully sprawled on top of his thighs (and trying to distance yourself from his crotch to the best of your ability), it occurs to you how your legs are spread and you’re sitting on your heels, how awfully suggestive it looks, and how you’re downright embarrassed. His facial expression, aside from the obvious self-consciousness tinting his cheeks, is somewhere between a pout and a frown.

“Don’t leave,” he pleads.

Riddle, as affection-deprived he had been in his childhood, has a battle going on inside himself. For the most part, he’s supposed to be proper, controlled and strict. He’s been taught discipline and to never complain. A part of that is always present in his compulsions, and that is why it's always two kisses and never three. Following the rules feels safe, familiar, tried and true – and besides, he did not want to taint you, unaware that all this time you had been feeling the exact same way. But a small, revolutionary minority inside the factions of his heart just wants to nuzzle his face on your chest, cry, and fall asleep, in no particular order, all at once.

Actually, wait. He could. All he has to do is pull you closer. It’s not too much to ask for, is it? It feels like all the cakes he always wanted but his mother never let him have. The bakery displays, flashing with colors, and whiffs of sugar, berries and cinnamon filling the air, as he was forced to look past, fantasizing what they must taste like, all the road to his private lessons. Y/N was right there, and for once, she was real and welcoming and not a product of his imagination; an indulgence he had permission to touch. Yet, to the little boy who was always bound by restraint, taking that step, closing that gap, was a herculean task. He cursed the merman again, thinking how great it would be to be animalistic and primeval and raw, moved by an instinct that was beyond human, exercising promiscuity without consequence.

Seeing the pensive look on your boyfriend’s face, you immediately understood. There is something he wants to ask, yet couldn’t muster up the courage to do so.

“Riddle,” you call, and his eyes jolt up to meet yours. “It’s okay.”

'Hold me', is what you wanted to convey, but some things are better left unsaid.

The second he has your permission, he finally brings you in, arms embracing your waist, his head buried in the middle of your chest, the curve of your lower abdomen touching his, and his whole world melts. Aroused as he is, and although he has no doubt that you can tell, he cannot bring himself to do anything else but just be there, no thoughts, head blank, simply sighing into the fabric of your white shirt.

Hot and cold, running chills rush through your body. You can feel how hard he is against you, and his boney fingers burying into your back. Not to mention, the warmth of his breath against your chest. It drives you crazy, and as you cup the nape of his hair with your hands, you feel your legs starting to buzz with numbness, and your hips buck forward a little – a reflex, or an instinct, or both. You enjoy the silence together for what seems like an eternity that only lasted two or three minutes.

“Y/N,” distancing himself only to look up at you, Riddle speaks in a weak voice, uncharacteristic of him. At his most vulnerable, you are the only person to ever see him in this state. “I... I don’t know what to say. I forget myself.”

“Are you uncomfortable?” you ask.

“No.” he admits. “Are you?” – and judging from his worried expression, he is afraid of the answer.

“Not at all!” you smile, and then laugh sheepishly. “But I think my legs fell asleep.”

“Right,” Riddle agrees and helps prop you up. Unfortunately, the moment is over and you’re sitting beside him again, though slightly closer than before. He dusts off his trousers, self-conscious. “This has not been a very productive study session.”

Trying as he might to change the mood, you’re both still flushed and breathing hard. Every place your hands have touched in the other person’s body is burning, and not from the heat remnant of the summer evening. However, you decide you will humor him – Riddle was a proudful person, and the sudden lapse in confidence and explosion of vulnerability had shaken him to his core.

“Haha, well, not 'productive' in the traditional sense,” you ponder. But you did learn a lot about him, so there’s that. “Shall we go on?”

Panic flashes on his face, and you realize what he thinks you meant.

“No, no! Go on with our revision for the exam,” quickly correcting yourself, you can see your boyfriend breathe a sigh of relief.

“Yes, I believe that would be for the best.”

...is what he says, but deep inside, his heart tugs the other way, and so does yours.

When the books have been closed and the ‘see you later’s have been said, when you cross the Looking-Glass and you are almost at your school (Riddle is a gentleman, so he always sees you off to the gate), and finally, when he is out of view, your legs give out and you wobble, falling to the floor. Heartbeat so loud, the night has fallen on campus – the only other sound you hear are the moths congregating in the street lanterns.

‘Maybe next time’, you think.

“Maybe next time,” is what Riddle tells Floyd when he teases him again.

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