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solarwonux · 2 years

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Epitaph || Kim Taehyung (1/?)

pairing: Taehyung x f!reader || roommates!au

w.c: 9.8k (it was supposed to be short, I’m sorry)

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, co-parenting!au, fwb!au, non idol!au

Warnings: semi-edited :( slow burn, angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of insecurities taeyhung is pretty much not the nicest dude lol (will add more as it progresses) Also I don’t apologize for the one pun I made. It made me cackle when I wrote it so it stays.

Synopsis: In memory of the man Kim Taehyung used to be. Caught up and lost in a continuous cycle searching for something that was already there.

Reeling you into a mess that you never asked for because all you wanted was to feel complete and happy

a/n: I’m gonna be honest I was scared of posting this bc lately I have been super insecure about my writing in general. But anyway, I decided to bite the bullet and just go for it. I’m opening a taglist for this so if you’re interested and want to be added send me an ask. Anyway, please lmk your thoughts and I hope you enjoy.xx

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Namjoon is nice.

Despite the cold indifference on his face, his heart was made out of pure gold. It was proven time and time again like an old science experiment no one could let go of. He was always there for his friends, putting their needs before his own. He took Hoseok in when his parents kicked him out for pursuing a career in dance. He patiently sat and explained organic chemistry to you after you cried on his and Hoseok’s couch because you were failing the class. When his twin girls were born - Areum and Ara - he wept like a child promising the entire world to them.

He’s nice and doesn’t know any better and you can’t blame him for continuing to invite Taehyung and Eunbi to his bi-weekly barbecue's. Taehyung was his friend too. The same one that he dropped everything for ten years ago when he got the call from the hospital. You didn’t know him then but from the bits and pieces you were told, it was a hit and run, leaving Taehyung in a critical condition. His life was hanging from a thin line before he miraculously pulled through after three weeks of being on life support.

Hoseok and Namjoon stayed by his side the entire time.

Hoseok says it’s the guilt that would eat Namjoon up if he doesn’t invite Taehyung. Despite not being a fan of everything he’s put you through; Namjoon can’t seem to cut his oldest friend off. You can’t blame him, you wouldn’t want him to either. He didn’t understand the severity of the situation because just like how you knew bits and pieces from Taehyung’s accident. Namjoon only knew the bits and pieces of what happened that night and you wanted to keep it that way.

Taehyung deserved a friend that he still could turn to when he found himself wandering through the darkest corners of his mind. You had lived with him for four years before things got messy. You witnessed firsthand how scary it got for him, but nothing you ever did, helped in putting him at ease.

Nothing ever will.

“You’re thinking again.” Hoseok flicks your forehead lightly before sitting down next to you, handing you a margarita. “Pretend they’re not here.” He subtly gestures with his glass to the couple giggling in the pool. Swimming and pretending like they weren’t the reason for your lack of sleep these past two days.

You scoff, tracing the salt ring with your index finger. “Kind of hard to do when they’re right there being all perfect and shit.” You take a sip from your drink, grimacing as the tequila burns its way down your throat. “Who made this?” You raise a brow turning to face him.

“Jiwoo.” He shrugs taking a sip, cringing at the taste before putting his glass down on the poolside table. You make a sound of acknowledgment shaking your head. Leave it to Namjoon’s wife to make a margarita consisting of just tequila and a tablespoon of mixer.

Her signature drink - Jiwoo’s Hangover Inducing Nightmare - Namjoon had named it after a particular night when she got too drunk and spent the entire night on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Even then, annoyed, he took care of her like she was a rose. Afraid that any wrong move will make her wither in his arms.

It ached to watch, and maybe it had to do with the jealousy brewing deep within you and the three glasses you had had that night. You longed for a love like Namjoon and Jiwoo’s, so perfect despite its imperfections. It was a love you once thought you could have. Only for it to backfire on you. Stuck watching the person you once loved, hold someone else that wasn’t you. Someone that you could never be because you didn’t have a flat stomach without stretch marks and a c-section scar. You didn’t have a laugh that chimed like church bells. You didn’t have hair luxurious black hair, a perfect nose, and clear skin. And a job you loved.

Eunbi was perfect, and not you.

“Hey,” Yoongi taps the toe of his shoe against your shin retrieving you from your thoughts. “Hobi says you’re thinking too much.” He crouches down, putting his hands on top of your knees. “We can leave if you want. You don’t have to stay the entire time Joon will understand.” He turns to face his husband, silently asking for his input. Their secret language. One you can never begin to understand.

Hoseok nods, snaking his arm around your shoulder kissing your temple. “I’m proud of you for coming, but if it’s too much we can take you home and have a movie night with Hyeon.” He whispers, running his fingers down your arm. Trying his best to comfort you.

You sigh, Hyeon giggle as he runs around with Ara and Areum. The sound drowns out the smooth rnb playlist Namjoon had put on shuffle and the beating of your heart.

It was tempting. To go back the way you came this time with Hyeon holding onto your hand tightly, pouting. He loved Namjoon’s bi-weekly barbecue's, looked forward to them. He would talk non-stop about all the games he and the twins would play in the pool. The game of tag they would play with the sprinklers on. Rave about the water balloon fight that even the adults participated in. The competition, a way to determine who got to wash the dishes.

You couldn’t ruin that for him. End his excitement early because you weren’t feeling well.

“It’s okay, I just need one of Jin’s cupcakes and I’ll be fine.” You took another sip of your drink, scrunching your eyebrows, remembering why you decided not to drink it in the first place.

“Alright, but if at any point, he crosses the line. Give us the emergency signal and we’ll bounce.” Hoseok reassures you and stands up taking your drink from your hand. “I’ll get you some lemonade, Yoongs will get you the cupcake, Jin had him hide them when he arrived.”

You smile and nod. You didn’t have an emergency signal, but that didn’t matter. Yoongi and Hoseok always seemed to know when Taehyung crossed the line.

It was like clockwork. A routine everyone seemed to have down to a t which is why everyone tried to enjoy the day as much as they could before all hell broke loose.

This time though you were determined to not let him get to you. He had already taken ownership of your entire weekend the second you read the court letter. But no one else knew about the baseless threat, except for Yoongi and Hoseok.

You were adamant to keep it that way.

“I don’t like her.” Jiwoo says. Her head resting on top of your shoulder. “There’s something about her I don’t like.”

Humming you lick the hot pink frosting from your finger. “You say that about all of Taehyung’s love affairs.” You say, offering her your cupcake.

She dips her finger into the icing scooping up a decent amount. “It’s true, he has terrible taste in women. They all seem decent at first, pretend to care and then they do something that ruins it all.” She states, licking the frosting of her finger. “Except for you, you’re the best. But you do have your moments too.” She clicks her tongue, giving you a playful wink.

You gasp in mock shock, putting a hand over your chest. “I am honored...I think.” You laugh, dipping your finger into the cupcake icing. This is why Jin always hid them before dinner. You and Jiwoo always found them and ate the icing of most of them.

“Do you think she will make it past this month?” Jiwoo cocks her head to the side. “Joon and Jin are convinced that she’ll make it to the end of the fourth month.” She furrows her brows deep in thought, probably recalling the bet all your friends made the second Taehyung introduced his new fling. You never contributed but did keep count.

They were ruthless and so far Yoongi was in the lead.

“I think she’ll make it to the end of next week.” She finishes, playing with the baking paper of the cupcake before looking over at you. Obviously curious about your thoughts.

You shake your head, and bring your knee up, wrapping your arms around your leg. “Jiwoo we’ve been over this. I stopped carrying about Taehyung and his love affairs years ago.” You look at her, taking in the slight pout forming on her lips. “As long as he doesn’t leave Hyeon behind, he can do whatever and whoever he wants.”

Jiwoo, clearly disappointed that you won’t shit talk Taehyung with anyone, frowns. “What about you?” She finishes unwrapping the cupcake and hands it over to you. “Doesn’t it hurt you seeing him with someone else?” She whispers, covering her mouth with her hand, looking around like she just said something scandalous.

She did. No matter how many times you reassure all your friends that you were okay. They don’t seem to be able to let your heartbreak go.

Really, you’re fine.

“I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself to you and Hobi - ” You pause bringing your cupcake up to her lips. Giggling she takes an obnoxiously huge bite, nodding for you to keep going. “- he isn’t the same Taehyung I fell in love with so no I don’t care. Seeing him with someone else doesn’t hurt anymore.” You say, firmly, retreating your gaze from her, shoving the rest of the cupcake in your mouth.

Maybe you were lying. There were days when seeing Taehyung with someone new hurt because you always found yourself comparing your imperfections to them. But other days, it was fine because even though they had Taehyung you had Hyeon and that was more than you could ever ask for.

Jiwoo hums obviously seeing right through but she doesn’t voice it. Aware that if she did the two of you would end up in denial city and that was a place where you just ran in circles until finally you broke down. But you looked happy today, at ease for the most part and she wanted to keep it that way.

So instead she chews soundlessly, squinting, resembling her youngest twin Areum whenever she didn’t believe something someone said. A thought you can’t express out loud especially to the little five year old teenager both Namjoon and Jiwoo were raising. She hated being compared to her parents. She hated being compared to anyone for that matter. The one time Yoongi did it, accidentally, might you had. She dramatically stomped her foot on the ground before running all the way up to the room she shared with her sister and slammed the door. Exclaiming loudly that she was her own person and not Namjoon, or Jiwoo, or Ara and that she now hated Uncle Yoongi.

They were still repairing their relationship.

“Then why don’t you date?” Jiwoo, exasperated looks at you pleading.

You roll your eyes knowing this was coming. Could’ve seen it from a mile-a- away if you weren’t so focused on the delicious cupcake you were savoring.

For years, Hoseok and Jiwoo have tried to get you to date again. They didn’t seem to understand that you weren’t by yourself or in your early twenties anymore. That you had a kid and nearing thirty and no one wanted to date a mom. No one wanted the responsibility of taking care of another man’s son.

It sucked because for men having a kid was the total opposite. Hence why Taehyung had no problem picking up a new step-mommy every few months.

“Jiwoo,” You sigh, wishing you still had the cupcake to rely on but that had been the only one Yoongi allowed you to eat before dinner. “I’m a mom, between work and Hyeon I don’t have time to date.” Jiwoo opens her mouth to retaliate but you raise your hand to stop her, making her close her mouth immediately.

“I don’t care what you and Hobi say. Men don’t want to date moms. They want to fuck moms and not be responsible for what actually makes them a mom. I don’t want to bring someone into Hyeon’s life without knowing for sure that they’ll stay...Plus -” You pause chewing on your bottom lip. “ - I’m not Taehyung. I’m pretty sure my libido has been fucked since before Hyeon was born.” You whisper like it’s the most embarrassing confession you had to admit every week at Sunday School.

She bites her lip to keep herself from laughing, clearing her throat when she takes in your infamous glare. “That’s not true. I know plenty of men who wouldn’t mind dating hot moms like you.” She winks, wiping the cupcake crumbs on the side of your mouth with her thumb.

You grumble, crossing your arms in front of your chest like a kid. “Oh yeah, who?” You pout making her roll her eyes at your antics.

“Jun-”

“Hana, Bam wait for me.”

Jiwoo stops, her ears perk up and her eyes grow big in size with excitement, forgetting whatever or whoever she was going to say. She turns her head and squeals. Like literally squeals as her eyes land upon the man who just walked in through the gates of her backyard with a child and a dog the size of a horse.

“Kookie!” She yells, before standing up and running over to him.

He’s struggling, trailing behind the little girl wearing an Elsa costume, while being dragged by the dog, mumbling incoherently, clearly unaware that his presence had been found out. His struggle only gets worse when the bag that he had resting on his shoulder, slides down his forearm, cutting his circulation.

Yikes and you thought you were a hot mess.

“Jeon Jungkook!” Jiwoo yells again, the sound of his full name making a few heads turn towards the commotion. He groans in annoyance as Jiwoo laughs at his misery before hugging him tightly. “You came, you came, you really came.” She says, while bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Hey Kook.” Namjoon yells from the grill, saluting him before shaking his head chuckling, earning a few questionable looks from both Yoongi and Hoseok that were keeping him company. Or babysitting him. In case he burns something down again.

Jungkook returns the gesture as best as he can, given the unpleasant situation he was in. Then he feels one more hard tug on the leash he was trying to hold, and decides he’s had enough. “Can I put all my shit down?” He pulls away from Jiwoo, tripping on his own feet when Bam tugs on his leash again. “Bam sit, Hana don’t move.” The sternness on his voice makes both Jiwoo and the toddler laugh. Hard.

“I miss when you weren’t grumpy all the time.” She smiles taking the bag from his arm, keeping it from falling off, and looks at the little girl patiently waiting next to the dog. “Hana, I promise your dad used to be the life of the party.” She winks holding her hand out for her to take.

Hana gasps in disbelief, her face traveling between her dad and Jiwoo as she places her tiny hand in hers. “No way, he’s boring.” She exclaims, causing Jiwoo to laugh and Jungkook to roll his eyes.

He already regrets coming.

“Come on I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Jungkook makes a noise of acknowledgement, following the overly excited women as she makes her way through her backyard. The last time he was here - two years ago for Christmas dinner with his parents - the pool was not finished. Jiwoo had been annoyed the entire night.

Now the pool was done. The dead patch of grass that had Namjoon in distress was thriving. There was a patio just for grilling, with a brick oven. Fairy lights lined the fences and through the middle of the yard. Pistachio green pool chairs surrounded the pool. Clearly, things had changed in the last two years he was there.

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Client canceled, Jimin’s out of town. So I just decided to close the shop and come.” Jungkook shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal when to Jiwoo it was. She had been trying to get her brother to come over ever since he moved back to the city months ago. Saddened whenever he used the I’m still settling down excuse that he so obviously exhausted.

He had no other option but to come.

Jiwoo smiles. “I’m glad you came, even if it wasn’t your first choice.” She stops walking once she reaches the pool. “That’s Jin.” She points to the man in the pool with pool goggles that were obviously too small for his face. “Jin this is Jungkook.” She says, waving her hands in the air to grab his attention.

Jin looks over and waves. “Nice to meet you Jungkook, Namjoon’s always talking my ear off at the office about you. It’s nice to put a face to the name.” He gives Jungkook a thumbs up, before bringing his hands down, making a small splash. “I’d come out to give you a hug but Areum and Ara are in a cutthroat competition right now.” He points towards the swimming twins, each determined to win.

Jiwoo turns to Jungkook. “He’s Joon’s co-worker and oddly good at baking.” She shrugs and continues walking.

Hana looks over at Jungkook, eyes bright. He curses mentally because he knows whats coming next. “Daddy can I go in the pool?” There it was, the cute innocent voice he literally can’t say no too.

“Later, I promise sweetheart.” He cringes, expecting a protest from her but it doesn’t come because she immediately sees Namjoon. The love of her life and forgets about Jungkook, Jiwoo, Bam and the pool, and wraps her arms around his legs.

Jungkook scoffs. His brother in law is not even all that.

Jiwoo doesn’t mind though, obviously not jealous that the four year old has had a huge crush on her man since she was born and turns to face the other men that were with Namjoon. “This is Yoongi and Hobi.” She points to them and then to Jungkook. “Hobi, Yoongs this is Jungkook, Hana and Bam.” Jiwoo introduces.

Hoseok untangles from the other man. His eyes light up immediately, almost as if he was finally putting the pieces together.

“This is Jungkook the one you’ve been try to se-”

Whatever Hoseok was going to say, he doesn’t find out because Jiwoo launches herself to the taller man, putting both of her hands over his mouth, muffling the end of his sentence.

“Don’t listen to Hobi he’s on his second margarita that I made.” She emphasizes like it was supposed to mean something. And Jungkook supposes it does because it earns an eye roll from the silent, grumpy looking man.

Suddenly he doesn’t want to know the ending of Hoseok’s sentence, because if it was Jiwoo’s doing then it couldn’t have been good anyway. So he settles, in the awkward tension until Namjoon finally speaks up after prying the love struck four year old from his legs.

“Kook, Hoseok used to be my roommate before he secretly started dating Yoongi behind my back.” He jokes pointing the metal prongs between them.

Yoongi pushes himself away from the brick counter offering his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” Jungkook takes it, shaking it firmly, ignoring the hushed bickering going on between Hoseok and Jiwoo behind him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, say hi Hana.” Jungkook waves shyly, looking down at the little girl that had managed to make her way behind his legs. She wasn’t usually so shy. Only when things got overwhelming for her. And this moment was definitely one of them.

Hana wasn’t used to meeting and being around so many people. For three years it was just Jungkook and her. For a year it was just her, Jungkook and his mom after he moved back home to be with her after his dad died. And for the last couple of months, when he moved back to the city so Hana could go to a good school. It had just been her and Jungkook with Bam added into the mix.

Her social battery was still developing causing her to get overwhelmed easily. Even if he tried his hardest to be patient and reassure her that everything would be fine at the end of the day.

It was still a work in progress.

Yoongi grins and crouches down holding his hand out to her. “I’m Yoongi but you can call me Yoongs. What’s your name?” He tilts his head with curiosity, despite already knowing her name.

Shyly, Hana sticks out her hand and shakes his gently. “I’m Jeon Hana.” She says, a light blush appearing on the apples of her cheeks.

Yoongi nods, “It’s nice to meet you Jeon Hana. If you find me later I can tell you where the hidden stash of cupcakes are but you have to keep it a secret.” He smiles, sealing his lips with an invisible zipper. The little girl nods, copying his movements and Yoongi ruffles her hair making her giggle, before looking at the older man with a dreamy smile.

Looks like Namjoon was officially out of the picture.

He stands up feeling triumphant, stumbling to the side after being encased by his husbands arms. “He keeps saying he doesn’t want kids, but I think otherwise.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes in fake annoyance, “babysitting Hyeon, Areum and Ara is enough for me.” He says, causing Hoseok to roll his eyes.

“Anyway, it’s nice to meet you Kook. I like you a lot already.” Hoseok winks at Jiwoo, earning one of her famous looks that could murder someone. Jungkook should know, growing up he had been at the receiving end of 99.99% of them. Especially when she entered her rebellious teenage stage, leaving Jungkook two more years to catch up.

“That’s enough, let’s go.” Jiwoo grabs both Jungkook and Hana’s arms, dragging them away from Hoseok before he could say anything else.

“I don’t know where Taehyung and Eunbi went.” Jiwoo mutters looking around her backyard and shrugging like she could care less. “Eunbi is Taehyung’s fling of three months. It doesn’t really matter anyways. It’s too messy to explain.” She brushes it off walking straight to you, lounging on a pool chair with Hyeon lying on your chest.

The mention of your name from Jiwoo’s mouth takes you out of your daze. Your fingers playing with Hyeon’s hair come to a halt as you look over at the culprits that disturbed your peace.

They both stop in front of you, her arm around his waist pulling him closer. “This is my brother Jungkook, his daughter Hana and puppy Bam.” She motions with her hand, perking Hyeon’s interest. Sleep gone when he sits up with a wide smile,

“Hana you know aunt Jiwoo?” He says tilting his head and then turning to face you. “Mama this Hana my best friend, she sits next to me in class.” Hyeon says, squishing your cheeks before getting off your lap and standing next to the little girl. Leaving absolutely no room for you to protest or acknowledge the situation.

Hana hugs the boy, bouncing on her toes making Hyeon giggle. Immediately Jungkook’s face hardens, obviously getting into protective dad mode. But when Hana pulls away and looks at him with those big round eyes that are his kryptonite he immediately settles down, putting away his defense mechanism.

There was nothing he needed to worry about. He thinks.

“Daddy, Hyeonie always shares his crayons with me.” The little girl grins before grabbing onto the boys hand, “Can I go play now?” She pouts, batting her eyelashes.

Jungkook sighs and nods, “Don’t run around the pool or you’ll get hurt.”

“We won’t.” She jumps in glee before tugging on Hyeon’s hand and walking towards Yoongi. Her new boyfriend that promised to tell her where the secret magical cupcakes where. You think you hear her say.

Before you can stand up and call out towards your son, just to let him know that he needs to be careful and that he can’t have sweets before dinner. (A rule you’ve already broken.) Jiwoo claps her hands and sits next to you. “That was easy.” She wraps her arms around you, bringing you close. “Who knew your kids were already friends.” She smiles with mischief and taps your nose with your finger.

“Hyeon has been talking about Hana since the first day of school. He wanted to invite her over but I got caught up with work and Taehyung always has to make things difficult so I just forgot.” You say, putting your head against her shoulder.

Jiwoo gasps lowly before snapping her fingers and facing Jungkook, who was standing confused looking at you with something that could be mistaken for adoration. He just thought you were pretty, that’s all.

“Taehyung is Hyeon’s dad but don’t worry they’re not together. He’s dating Eunbi remember I told you?” Jiwoo explains, while you roll your eyes.

“Thank you for telling him my entire life story.” You sit up finally looking at the man in front of you, while simultaneously forgetting how to breathe.

He was absolutely breathtaking and the last time you were rendered this speechless was years ago when you first met Taehyung. He was only wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, his hair a dark wavy mess and you were absolutely floored. Enamored, tuning out whatever he was saying about his roommate backing out from the deal two days before moving into his new place. Angry that he had already put down the deposit and the payment for the first three months, thinking he’d get his roommates half on the day they moved in.

That was when you tuned in again. Well actually a little before when he said he needed a new roommate stat. Then you tuned out listing the pros and cons. Each one ending and starting with him so without hesitation you volunteered. It had made sense at the time. You were looking to move out of your apartment. Exhausted by the many conquests your roommate brought home and tired of crashing on Namjoon, and Hoseok’s couch whenever the water heater broke. (Which was more often than not.) But all attempts at finding a place on your own that was decent and fit your budget, were deemed as unsuccessful. So when Taehyung voiced his thoughts about needing a roommate you jumped at the opportunity.

Your first mistake.

Jiwoo pinches your side, annoyed, “I’m just keeping him in the loop.” She shrugs. “I don’t want him to be confused if the two of you start arguing and then Hobi jumps in to put in his two cents and then we have to separate the three of you.”

“Way to render me as unstable in front of your brother, which by the way I didn’t know you had.” You finish and face the man in question.

He was still standing there unsure of what to say or if he should move. This time you let your eyes wander, unapologetically. He looked like the poster boy for every one of your teenage girl dreams. He had an entire tattoo sleeve decorating his right arm. The corner of a chest piece peeking out of the collar of his black t-shirt. An eyebrow piercing and if that wasn’t enough to make your knees weak, the lip piercing definitely did. Then you swore you almost moaned when you took in his thighs so muscular and meaty making your mouth water. It only got worse when you spotted the ending of what could possibly be a flower tattoo hidden underneath his forest green swim trunks.

He was a walking sin and your son’s best friend’s father.

An absolute hazard.

“I’m her step brother.” He clears his throat, squatting down to pet his dog, who had taken it upon himself to lay down at his feet. You hadn’t even noticed it. To busy drinking in his owner like a glass of champagne.

“The pragmatics aren’t important. You’re still my baby brother.” She coos leaning over to pinch his cheeks. But before she could grab a hold of them he gently swats her hand away. An embarrassing giggle escapes you, immediately turning his attention to you, shutting you up.

You bring a hand up to your mouth clearing your throat. “It’s nice meet you Jungkook. I’d properly introduce you to Hyeon but it seems like him and Hana found Jin’s cupcakes.” You point behind him, Hana chasing Hyeon with sparkly blue icing all around her mouth.

Jungkook moans in defeat. “If she doesn’t sleep tonight. I’m leaving her to you and Namjoon.” He glares at Jiwoo and then smiles at you. If your heart wasn’t slightly racing before. It sure as hell was now. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Jiwoo claps excitedly, bringing the two of you back to planet earth. “Namjoon’s calling me I’ll leave the two of you to talk. Don’t worry about the kids we have everything under control.” She stands up fast, a proud smile on her faces as he makes her way around Jungkook ruffling his hair and giving you a thumbs up. Jungkook is clearly confused, but you’re speechless again for an entire different reason.

You understand now. And your silent hypothesis was only proven correct when she ran straight to Hoseok and not Namjoon. You glared at them, made sure they knew that you knew what they intended to do. Hoping they could feel you ripping them apart slowly and painfully in your head. Your glare only deepened when they laugh sending you a thumbs up motioning crudely towards Jungkook.

He was oblivious to what his sister and your best friend were trying to do. Lost in his own little world petting his dog. He only remembered that you were still sitting in front of him when he heard your humorless laugh.

“They’re fucking umbelievable.” You mumble.

“What?” He tilts his head to the side, big eyes innocently and tenderly looking at you. You want to scream because how could someone you met literally minutes ago be so detrimental to your health.

It was devastating.

You brush it off. Push the warm thoughts you were having about Jungkook deep into the crevices of your mind. You didn’t have the privilege to fall for some again. Especially when your first love was in the vicinity with his current love. Especially when he had lured you into the messiest situation of your life. First giving you your entire world only to threaten to take it away for whatever fantasy he had conjured up.

You shake your head, “It’s nothing do you want a drink?”

“I’m driving but it’s still early so I can have one beer.” He nods, giving you another award winning smile sending your heart into a frenzy.

Suddenly Jiwoo’s Hangover Inducing Nightmare didn’t seem like the worst idea, because either way you’d end the night fucked.

Your heart wasn’t settling down anytime soon.

After coming back with your drinks you took the seat next to him on the patio couch. The dog he had with him - in which you later on learned was named Bam - was off running around Namjoon’s backyard.

The conversation flowed easily liked running water. You learned that his mother had been married to Jiwoo’s father ever since he was four. He majored in art history and got married to his long time girlfriend shortly after graduation. He didn’t utter a syllable of her name or said anything further than her being Hana’s mom. The pain shot through him like fireworks. It did every time he thought about her. You could sense the distress radiating off of him, avoiding your eyes and drawing mindless circles against the condensation of his beer bottle.

The last thing you wanted was to see him in pain so you changed the subject. Found out he recently moved back to the city after being away for almost two years. Left his job at a tiny start-up company, counted all his blessings and opened a tattoo studio with his best friend - Jimin.

It was weird.

It had taken Jimin almost five months of living with him back in college for him to hold a conversation with him. Nearly a year before he was comfortable enough to open up to him. But with you it only took him an hour to tell you everything. You didn’t push or pry. You just listened and he found himself wanting to tell you more.

In turn you did the same.

Told him how you moved to the city at eighteen chasing a dream you still hadn’t achieved yet. That you met Jiwoo and Hoseok in a jazz history class, and were stuck with one another for a group project, that Hoseok had skipped out on. Leaving you and Jiwoo to do all the work for him. (The easiest A he had ever received.) You told him how you introduce her sister to Namjoon. Boasted proudly at you how were the sole reason they were married, but not to ask them because they will deny it until their last breathe.

You told him about your freelance work as a writer and the pros and cons of being Hoseok’s assistant at the media company he owned. Joking how you fully new that if it wasn’t for nepotism you wouldn’t have gotten the job in the first place. He laughed; actually laughed at your joke and it made you sweat because Taehyung never did.

Jungkook listened closely, hung onto every single word that came out of your mouth while you told him about Hyeon. Left out everything that had to do with you and Taehyung. Simply stating that you weren’t together because it just didn’t work. He didn’t push you to go into further detail, just like you didn’t push him and you appreciated it.

You and Taehyung were a whole can of worms and you didn’t want to scare him off.

Talking to Jungkook was nice. A breath of fresh air. Simple. Like how it was with Taehyung before the waves crashed down and everything changed.

“Do you have any tattoos?”

“Nope, that’s a big commitment and I don’t think I am ready for that yet.” You shrug, putting your drink down. Jungkook had finished his beer halfway through your life story, and now he was just holding onto his bottle to keep his hands from shaking with the amount of nerves that were running haywire throughout his body.

He smiles down at his lap, biting his lip to keep his laugh from escaping. You notice squinting your eyes bumping your shoulder against his. “What?”

He shakes his head, setting his empty beer bottle next your your full margarita glass. “Nothing.” He toys with his lip ring, the action sends shivers up your spine. “It’s just that you have a kid and think tattoo’s are a huge commitment.” He chuckles, the sound making its way into your chest and settling down. “It’s cute.”

You slap his arm gently, fake hurt written all over your face. It only makes him laugh harder, earning a slightly annoyed sigh from you. “That’s different. A tattoo will live on my body forever. What if I get one and then don’t like it years later?”

“Then you either get it removed or cover it up with another.” He bumps his knee with yours. Making you realize how close the two of you were sitting.

Unaware of the many eyes that were looking over, already placing their bets. While one pair remained stoic, hands tight around the towel he was holding. The nasty green flowers that bloomed in his chest surfaced again. And this time he did very little to push them away.

“It’s not that simple.” You blow out a raspberry. The few sips you had taken of your drink finally settling down. Hence why everyone did everything in their power to avoid it. Well everyone except you, Jiwoo, and Hoseok. The three menaces to society that got drunk on sips rather than gulps.

“I like piercings better. The pain is over fast and they can be removed.” You say with your nose perched up. Jungkook is amused and sneakily (not so sneakily) he moves his arm to rest on the cushion behind your head, moving closer and turning his full body to face you.

“I refuse to believe you’ve gotten any piercings besides the standard earlobe ones.” He teases, obviously aware of the many earrings decorating your ears and the faint scar on the side of your nose, indicating that it was once home to a nose piercing. But he found out early in the night how much he liked to tease you. Loved the way you would get flustered and tried to hide it. It did wonders to his beating heart.

You gasp, arms crossed. “I’ll have you know Jeon Jungkook that I had my nipples pierced years ago.” You say smugly when you visibly see him struggle. Eyes the size of moons. His neck turning red.

He was not expecting that.

“Cat got your tongue?” You giggle patting his back. He really did try to regulate his breathing without you taking notice. But of course things never go his way because after taking one breathe in. His saliva ran down the wrong hole and he started choking.

So much for being smooth like butter.

You laughed and gently patted his back. Your touch sending sparks of electricity through him instantly. A feeling so foreign to him; a feeling he hadn’t felt in years that it sent a rush of panic through him. It settled in the deepest crevices of his body, familiarizing itself again.

Jeon Jungkook was royally fucked.

“S-Sorry.” He opens his mouth to breathe again. Coughing up the remnants of his embarrassment. You smile gently moving your hand back to your lap. He winces, already missing the warmth of your touch, but he holds himself back from reaching out to grab it again. To hold it close to him until the heaviness of your touch starts to feel like second skin.

Instead he scratches the back of his head, awkwardly. “Had?” He mumbles, eyes still wide. “If you don’t mine me asking what happened to them?” He finishes and seriously wants to punch himself multiple times as soon as the words are out in the open. Afraid that you might now view him as a pervert because he was totally not wondering what your boobs looked like underneath the dim light of his bedroom, decorated by two silver bar bells.

No, he wasn’t entertaining the idea. At least not anymore.

“I almost died.” You shrug nonchalantly. Like the vital piece of information was not throwing him off guard. He wasn’t the piercer in the duo; Jimin was. But he knew enough to know that piercings shouldn’t cause death’s or near death experiences.

He gapes at you as you stand up, holding your hands out for him to take. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been through worse.” You give him a reassuring smile, wiggling your fingers for him to take.

Jungkook does, still frozen in disbelief. Definitely resembling a deer caught in the headlights, until the realization that you’re holding his hands dawns over him like morning dew. “H-How, wait what?”

You giggle, letting go of his hands and patting his shoulder softly. “I’ll tell you the story some other time.”

“Why not now?” He whines, like Hana does when she doesn’t get what she wants. But his curiosity got the best of him and he realizes this because he clears his throat to speak again. “I mean...Cool yeah take your time.” He says with fake suaveness, but it has you desperately wanting to throw everything you have ever known out the window to hug him and never let go.

“It’s not a very fascinating story but I will tell you one day.”

Before he can say anything else Namjoon’s voice booms through the backyard calling everyone to eat. Perfect timing, but Jungkook doesn’t care. Because even though he is watching you happily walk away from him right now. You had said one day which implies that you’re not tired of him yet. Which means that you want to see him again. Jungkook hates that he feels like he’s fifteen again and confessing to Sol for the very first time in the corridor between the boy’s and girl’s bathrooms before homeroom.

He hates that he feels better than that moment too.

Dinner went by smoothly.

Jiwoo, thanks to her interior designer skills decorated the long wooden dinner table to the nines. Everyone was assigned a place. A cute little wooden board with the utmost perfect calligraphy of everyone's names on top of their designated plate. For the centerpieces, there were wreaths of baby breaths and purple chrysanthemums placed in the middle between every white candle that was lit up. The wax melted and staining the wood, which Namjoon would, later on, scrape off in annoyance.

The bi-weekly barbecue’s at the Kim’s were a festive event. No matter the date or season, the four of them went all out.

Of course, due to Hoseok and Jiwoo’s scheming, you were sat next to Jungkook. That earned an eye roll from you as you glared at the culprits who shied away from you giggling. Hyeon was sat next to you on your right and clung on to your hand making it impossible for you to eat comfortably. But you didn’t care, it made you feel all giddy inside. Hyeon couldn’t go long without being with you. Always finding a way to cling on to you for comfort and warmth. You almost wanted to laugh in both Eunbi and Taehyung’s faces. If they were really serious about taking you away from your son you were more than positive that Hyeon would grow up to resent Taehyung. Not so much Eunbi. She wouldn’t be staying for much longer anyway.

After dinner, Hyeon gave you a kiss on the cheek thanking you for cutting up his food before he Hana, Ara, and Areum ran towards the bucket of water balloons. You weren’t sure where the water fight after dinner stemmed from but it was a must. One year you had gone on strike to omit it completely (because you always ended up losing and it wasn’t fair) but of course, you lost, and the tradition stayed much to your disappointment.

You helped Jiwoo clean up, ignoring every comment she made about Jungkook, that was meant to impress you.

“He graduated with straight A’s”

“He volunteered at a homeless shelter every Christmas for five years.”

“He moved in with our mom after dad died.”

“He once drove five hours to the next town just to get this special blueberry donut Hana desperately wanted.”

When she got to the twentieth reason as to why you should date her brother and then marry him. You excused yourself to the bathroom for a breather. It wasn’t like you weren’t interested in Jungkook. You were very much in compliance with the idea of just pouncing his bones, but that was all due to sexual attraction. You didn’t know much about him except for what he had shared with you earlier. He didn’t wear his battle scars out in the open, even if you had caught onto the cloudiness behind his eyes a few times. You didn’t know if he was ready for another relationship, especially with someone who was already a mom.

Maybe he didn’t want another kid yet either?

He didn’t know your history and you were more than positive he didn’t want to get caught up in between all the drama that centered around you and Taehyung. He looked like the type of guy that wanted to live his life peacefully and drama-free. And your life was very much not that. Unfortunately.

Jungkook was nice, but the last time you dove into something headfirst fearlessly. You ended up in the middle of a never-ending storm. You didn’t want to get someone else caught up in it, especially someone like Jungkook.

You sigh, patting your face dry with one of the hand towels. Slightly proud of yourself that you had made it this far without arguing with Taehyung. Though he was the one that started most of the arguments, somehow the blame would always be shifted on to you. Because you were angry, overly emotional, and hurt. Or whatever other reason Taehyung always threw at you.

You shake your head, the motion sending the thought of him to the depths of your brain. He didn’t matter. You’ve had a great day and night so far, and you were determined to get through the next hour with your head held high. A slight bubble of excitement forms in the pit of your stomach. Taehyung had done everything in his power to avoid you today, and chances were he was going to avoid you for the next hour. For once you might be going home from one of Namjoon’s bi-weekly barbecue’s feeling at peace.

For the most part.

The reality of your situation was still burning brightly in the forefront of your mind. But if Taehyung could ignore it, pretend like everything was okay. So you could you. He always grumbled about how much stronger you were than him. It’s time for you to live up to that perception because he wasn’t going to tear you down.

At least that’s what you had hoped because the second you opened the door to the bathroom you were met with Kim Taehyung’s icy stare. The one he reserved for you. It was belittling and frustrating all at once because for four years - almost five - you still didn’t know what you did in order to earn it.

His lip was in between his teeth, arms crossed in front of him. His hair was messy with the drying remnants of the pool water. His shirt was thrown on haphazardly and the bright yellow shorts clung onto him like he had gone days without eating. The thought crushing your heart, knowing he only stopped eating when he was wallowing deep in the dark spaces of his head. If that wasn’t enough proof that he wasn’t doing well, the eye bags that matched yours were a dead giveaway.

It was getting too much. You were starting to care again and he didn’t deserve your care in the slightest. But he was blocking your way. You could see the ark that signaled the end of the dark hallway illuminating brightly behind him. Your exit was so close, but still so far away. Fifteen steps to be exact. But you needed to get away, and you almost did. At least you made the attempt. Took one step to the right before he was pushing you into the bathroom and locking the door behind him, trapping you in between his body and the sink.

“What are you do-”

“Are you going to fuck him?” He spits out. The venom laced in his voice was so prominent you felt the after-effects deep in your body.

You gape at him, blinking slowly, registering his words before you feel the anger rise inside of you. How dare he? “What the fuck Taehyung, let me go.” You place your hands on his chest to push him off, but of course, despite his fragile state he was still stronger than you. Of course, you could feel the his muscles underneath your palms and of course, he wasn’t going to let you go until he got his answer.

That’s who Taehyung was. Strong and persistent. Like a pesky weed that always grew back no matter how many times you tried to pluck it.

He grips the counter behind you, jaw locked so hard that the pressure threatens to shatter it. “Are you going to fuck him?” He asks again, the fire behind his eyes melting the ice and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You’ve seen Taehyung angry before. You’ve been at the receiving end of many of his temper tantrums. But you’ve never seen him angry like this. Like someone just took something that was his and he wants it back. That sends a flare of anger through you because how dare he?

“No,” You reply pushing at his chest again, hoping this time he gets the idea. “But even if I was why do you care?” His eyes go wide and he finally lets go. He moves away creating the distance the two of you needed, turning to face away from you. He’s caught and he knows that he’s caught but he won’t admit it.

Stubborn as always.

“I don’t.” He mumbles running a hand through his hair tugging at the roots, mentally screaming at himself for being so careless. “Just don’t want the mother of my child, fucking around like she’s some common whore.” He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. His face shifts in-between emotions until it settles in nonchalance. Like what he just said didn’t stab you in the heart multiple times.

You grip the bottom of your sundress, breath stuck in the back of your throat as the tears pool up in the corner of your eyes. Not because you were hurt - that part will come later - but right now you’re so angry you want to bite his head off. “Fuck you Taehyung.” You’re seething, blinded by rage searching for anything to hold on to. Anything that will hurt him the same way he’s hurt you because he deserves worse.

“In the four years that I’ve been a mother I’m interested in one guy and that automatically makes me a whore?” You push yourself off the counter and close the distance between the two of you. “You fuck someone new every few months, and have been doing that even before Hyeon was born. But I’m the whore?” You jab your finger in his chest hard, cringing at how it sends a jab of pain through your hand but you choose to ignore it. You had more pressing matters at hand.

“The girl you’re fucking now wants me out of the picture because Hyeon refuses to call her mom that now she’s convinced you that I’m unfit to be a mom. When you and I and everyone in this fucking house knows that she won’t be around for much longer.” You scoff shaking your head, poking your cheek with your tongue. “But I’m interested in one guy and I’m the fucking whore.” You shake your head and step back. “You’re unbelievable Taehyung almost had me convinced for a few weeks that you were decent but you haven’t changed you’re still the same insecure man I slept with all those years ago.” You run your hands through your hair, tugging at the roots, your chest heaving to the same rhythm as his.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, stares at you with the same teary gaze he gave you when he apologized for not being there for you during your labor. You forgave him then, but you were done forgiving him. He never deserved you or Hyeon or Eunbi or anyone else that was in his life. “And I regret it so fucking much because Hyeon deserves a better father, one that loves him and not one that uses him as a prop to fill that gaping hole in his chest.”

That does it.

That opens the wound right up and he reacts before he even lets time settle deep within him. One second he’s opening his mouth to say something, anything to send you in a spiral of self-doubt because he knows you’re right and he hates it. And the next he’s pinning you against the sink and his mouth is on yours kissing you furiously. Like he’s trying to prove a point. Like he’s making up for lost time.

Your eyes are wide and you almost kiss him back. But everything settles down fast and you push him away. “What the fuck Taehyung you can’t just do that.” You place your hand on top of your chest in a poor attempt to calm yourself down.

Taehyung is alarmed, running his hands through his hair, avoiding your gaze as he tries to comprehend what just happened. He hasn’t kissed you in almost five years. And the first time he did, he couldn’t pull away. Addicted to the way your lips seemed to mold perfectly with his. It scared him. Everything about you scared him because it made him forget about the walls he spent years building. Yet, here he was with you. In this stupid tiny bathroom remembering why he’s kept his distance from you.

“I-I...S-...I mean I.” He stammers.

You scoff, shaking your head. Back then you would’ve stayed until you got an explanation from him. Now you could care less, disgusted by how nice his lips felt on yours while his new fling or whatever was roaming around Namjoon’s backyard. “Just leave me alone Taehyung.” You sigh before turning around, unlocking the door faster than anyone can blink, and walk out. Leaving him behind and stunned as he beats himself up in his head.

You would’ve stayed until he was better if Taehyung had called out after you. He didn’t, so you kept walking, unaware of the tears flowing down his cheeks.

He remembers why he hates himself so much.

You’re walking to your car fast. Hyeon is in your arms begging to stay five more minutes.

It hurts you to see the fat crocodile tears running down his cheeks, but after everything that went down in the bathroom. Staying the rest of the hour was not an option. So you ignored the calls of your name, grabbed Hyeon who was in the middle of a game with Hana and the twins, and the rest of your stuff before booking it to the garden gate. Ignoring all of the protests and calls coming from your concerned friends.

“Baby please it’s almost bedtime we have to go home.” You try to reason with him, opening the back door to your car and settling him down into his car seat.

He huffs, crossing his arms in front of him, his bottom lip wobbling. “But we always stay for the fireworks.”

You sigh, pushing his hair back revealing his forehead before wiping his cheeks with your thumbs. “I know Hyeonie but it’s getting late and mommy is very very tired.” You sigh. The exhaustion drops down onto your shoulders like a blanket. “I missed you.”

Hyeon sniffs, lifting his hand up, poking your cheek with his finger. “Daddy made you upset again.” He tilts his head and crosses his arms. “I hate daddy because he always makes you cry.” He whispers looking past you at his feet that were against the backrest of the passenger seat.

“Hyeon don’t sa-”

“Can I stay with you forever and never go to daddy’s house?” He looks at you with pleading eyes. It tugs at your heartstrings. Knowing that even as a four-year-old he was way more perceptive than he led on. Still hearing him tell you his true feelings towards his dad. True feelings that were masked with excitement whenever you drove him over to Taehyung’s place, hurts so much that you feel your heart contract in pain.

You blink back tears, placing two fingers under his chin and turning his face so he’s looking directly at you. “Hyeon, I know daddy and I aren’t normal and sometimes we fight a lot but that doesn’t mean we don’t love you. Just because daddy makes me angry and makes me cry that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you Hyeon.”

“He doesn’t,” Hyeon exclaims kicking the back of the seat, making you jump at his sudden outburst. “He’s always buying me toys I don’t like and giving me food I don’t like and drinking that weird gold juice and screaming and I hate him.” He yells kicking the back of the seat multiple times.

You break. The sob escapes you before you can stop it, watching as your son experiences heartbreak and betrayal all at once before the age of five. You feel like a failure and it’s debilitating because you can’t say or do anything to make it all stop. So you just bury your face in your hands and cry with him.

That’s all you can do, so that’s all you will do.

It feels like hours before you feel a warm hand on your back. Your name escaping the back of their throat like it’s foreign. Like it’s new.

You lift your head up fast enough to almost give yourself whiplash. Your eyes settle on Hyeon whose hiccuping, trying to regain his composure. You can hear the angry yells from Namjoon’s backyard and you feel terrible for ruining everyone's night. Again.

“My sister took the girls to get ice cream.” He says, grinning. His hand is still on your back making you look at him, and then Hyeon who is gaping at him with curiosity.

“Let me drive you home.”

You shake your head, whipping your cheeks with the back of your hand. “I don’t...um I-”

“Momma I want to go home.” Hyeon crooks, reaching over and kissing your cheek gently. You sigh and close your eyes nodding your head.

You weren’t in the right state of mind to drive, and that sucked because you didn’t want anyone else to be dragged into the mess Taehyung dragged you into years ago. But Jungkook was here, with stars in his eyes looking at you like you were an entire galaxy that had been left undiscovered.

He doesn’t hesitate when you hand him your car keys. Instead, he walks to the driver's seat, waits for you to get into the passenger seat before getting in. He starts the car double checks if you and Hyeon are strapped in safely before pulling out of the driveway and drives.

You’re aware that he doesn’t know your address and eventually, you will tell him. But for right now you just want to get away. He understands so he does that and drives.

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They Always Leave

This is something I wrote just to process my feelings about a guy. Nothing fanfic related at all. Honestly probably just a pile of emotions horribly written. But if you read it enjoy. It made me cry.

Trigger warning that this does mention drug use but honestly this stuff isn’t a drug.

Loud laughter and music could easily have been heard by anyone who happened to drive by or park near the crazy looking Toyota. For inside the Toyota held three friends, who were just doing their normal Scooby gang shit of smoking and listening to music. Their bellies were full having just engorged themselves on wings, cheese curds, and waffle fries.

The night was setting up to be a normal night for the trio, nothing to crazy. The only thing out of the ordinary was that a special appearance was to be made by a man who once partook in these normal nights. A man who’s laughter lifted one of the girls spirit. A man who did stupid shit all the time just to make people laugh. A man who’s darkness matched Alice’s. He was everything she wanted all rolled up in one stupid motherfucker.

When Alice had first met Caleb he was just some random guy who had tagged along with another guy her best friend had been seeing. Everyone knew of him as alibi, he was just some stupid redneck man. Not at all what Alice was attracted to. Yet the more time she spent with him the more that stupid redneck grew on her. She told herself it was nothing, chalked her emotions up to him just being a challenge. She knew he didn’t like big girls, he preferred his woman small and red headed. It was fine, everyone had their preference in a mate. Hell Alice had her own and this man didn’t hit any requirement.

But something changed. The playful teasing and remarks changed. She started to see him differently. An attraction started to slowly build deep in her gut. Small little hugs became more. Being so close to him that she could feel his breath on her cheek as they spoke silly things to one another about what they were doing. The urge to kiss him started to grow. The day dreams of him professing his attraction started to become recurring. The way he looked at her, it made her second guess everything. Was that smile different? Did he always follow me with his eyes? She started to ask around to see if anyone else had noticed anything or if it was all in her girly imagination. Some said he was just being friendly and a few said he probably had feelings too.

Alice had a way of showing her affection. Some call it a love language but in all honesty it was just childhood trauma and her way of trying to buy affection. To keep someone from leaving, because Alice knew they all left in the end. She had slowly started to gift him things. It started out small, a sex toy since he had been in a two year dry spell. She had taped it up with two containers of gorilla tape. She had joked saying it was to mimic being at a bar and having to work for that piece of ass. Then she had found out his favorite beer. Of course it would be a seasonal one, just like her who had a love of a hard to find seasonal liquor. She checked daily for the beer to come in stock and finally when it did she bought 3 cases knowing it wouldn’t last long but it would put a smile on his face.

For his birthday she had requested the day off work. The idea had formed to drive the hour long drive to his job and tape his truck up with clear wrap and then attach birthday balloons. Then meet him and his friend Greg at the bar for a birthday lunch. There she would give him his gift, a shirt. Nothing extravagant, just one from his favorite online brands that supported the troops. Yet that whole plan had been lost. Gone in an instant. Lies and deceit had caused her to part ways with her once close friend Greg. Caleb was a causality as her best friend had called it. Alice hated it, she didn’t want to part from Caleb.

The birthday shirt had sat days in her room at the end of her bed. Still in the delivery packaging. Alice would have just dropped it off in the bed of his truck had she known his address. Instead after a night of smoking and drinking she had finally texted him. Letting him know she had his gift, letting him know how much she missed him. With the dawn of the next day came sobriety and realization of how stupid she was. Quickly opening the chat she saw he had not seen the messages, this was her chance to right the wrong. With a click of her finger she unsent the messages to Caleb. It wasn’t until later in the day that Caleb had finally opened the chat up and saw that she had unsent the messages and called her out on it.

Alice confessed that she had texted him some stupid ramblings about the boxing match she had seen. A bold face lie but there was no way in hell she would confess her feelings to him sober. Instead she lied and then asked to meet so she could give him his birthday gift early. He had agreed to meet her while she was out with her friends. A quick drive by and it would be fine. Or that’s what Alice had told herself.

The margarita she had in the restaurant had calmed her nerves. The devils lettuce she was smoking had made her even more calm. This would be fine, she repeated her mantra “it’s fine” over and over in her head. A quick in and out.

It wasn’t long before she received the text that he was pulling up and asked where to park. She told him to look for the Yoda mobile and loud music. He replied back with a simple “LOL” and then she heard his loud truck before she saw it. Looking at her friends she smiled before getting out of the car with the gift. Caleb had parked two spots to the left of car and was climbing out of it by the time she reached him. The man wore his standard wranglers and brown boots with his KORN t-shirt and hat.

Alice laughed before nervously saying, “I should have bet on KORN instead of the fuck your feelings shirt.”

“That shirt was dirty, this was the nearest shirt.” Caleb replied with a half smile on his face.

Alice looked up at him trying to decipher what his eyes were possibly saying behind his dark sunglasses. A memory of a time earlier that summer where she yelled at him to take those damn shades off so she can see that he was looking at her while she talked to him popped in her head. To an outsider it would look like she was being mean to him but that was how they were. They would loudly bicker and cuss one another out with a smile on their faces.

“Well now you have a new shirt. Sorry I didn’t get you those jeans you wanted, you know shit just got weird and I felt weird texting you to ask about the jeans.”

“You didn’t have to.” Caleb replied as he took the colorfully bright pink Disney princess bag from Alice’s outstretched hand. He looked at the bag and back to her with a smile.

“Don’t give me that look, I saw it at target and the damn thing screamed ‘Caleb’ so I had to buy it. Now go on and open it!”

Caleb shook his head as he opened the bag up, sifting through the pink and blue tissue paper Alice had stuffed into it. When Caleb finally had the shirt in hand he tossed the princess bag into the bed of his truck and unfolded the shirt to hold it up and inspect it.

“I fucking love it Alice!” He shouted as he looked at the shirt that had bullets in the shape of a hand flicking you off.

“I wasn’t sure if I should get that one or the one with all the fish on it that said size matters. But Greg said to get this one.”

“Well I love it, thank you!”

Caleb opened his arms and Alice fell right into them wrapping her arms around his back and taking comfort in his hold. It had been too long since she got to hold her favorite person. She often dreamt of him holding her and it felt just as good as her dreams.

“Come on Alice, say your goodbyes. He is a casualty.” Yelled out Alice’s best friend from the back of the Toyota affectively killing Alice’s moment with Caleb.

“Casualty?” Caleb asked.

Alice pulled away but held on with just one hand to his KORN shirt, “Just ignore her.”

“Mmmhmm. How are things going with that?” Caleb inquired.

Before Alice could give him an answer her other friend yelled from the driver seat in his Yoda voice “Say your goodbyes and lets go.”

Alice looked from Caleb to her friends in the car and stomped her foot as she yelled “I wanna keep this one!”

The car of friends broke out in a laughter knowing that she was referencing a TikTok they had all seen hundreds of times. They thought she was being funny, they knew she had a crush on Caleb but she had meant it. She didn’t want him to be a casualty. She wanted him to stay in her life.

“You should probably get going, I don’t wanna hold you up.” Caleb said with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t want to. Can’t you stay awhile?” Alice asked looking up at him through her sunglasses. She could feel the tears wanting to come but held them back.

“You know I cant.”

“Please.” She begged.

“I have to get home.”

“Live a little.”

“I do live a lot but just not with you.”

“Same excuse every time.”

“Get going now before they leave your ass.”

Alice grabbed on to his shirt with the other hand. “I don’t want to.”

The tears were welling up inside her eyes, she didn’t know how much longer she could hold off. She hated crying in front of people. She saw it as a weakness. The many years as a child being told to stop crying or she would be given a reason to cry. Then as an adult being told by the man she was seeing that crying was a weakness and that she need to toughen up and that she wasn’t allowed to cry and be weak. She knew it was perfectly fine to cry and it was not a weakness. It was something that she told her kids all the time when they felt sad. That it was normal to cry and that you should cry and work through your emotions. Yet it was something she preached but never practiced herself. She had four kids at home to watch over, she didn’t have time to be weak.

“Thank you for the gift Alice, I really do like it.” Caleb said as he held onto one of her arms.

“I’m glad you do.” The first traitorous tear slip passed her eyes and she knew the instant Caleb saw it because his face lost all playfulness.

“Alice…” he gently called her name.

“I know its stupid. You don’t gotta tell me that. But I know the minute I let go and you get in your truck I wont see you again. All those plans we had will be gone. Who will take me to the gun shop to buy my first gun? Who will make sure that the sales man doesn’t take advantage of me? Who will help me learn to shoot it correctly? Why couldn’t you like me? God I sound like a stupid female right now. But we would have been great together you know. You matched my level of darkness, we matched each other in so many ways.”

“Alice..”

“You know it. They know it. Everyone knows it. Everyone always said that we should just get together but we both would just laugh but deep down I wanted it. God did I want it but you just couldn’t get past that I was a bigger girl. Boy do I feel fucking stupid on an epic proportion right now.”

“Alice everyone has their preference, you always said we were friends because you knew I didn’t like you like that.”

“Of course I did because I didn’t wanna lose you. Better to be friends then not have you in my life. Funny how now I wont even have that.”

The tears were freely falling at this point. Alice could no longer hold her head high, instead she looked down at the ground. She couldn’t look at that stupid face of his, that face that she knew would haunt her dreams for many days to come.

“Alice you will find someone so much better then me. My stupid ass wouldn’t make the best partner for you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. Look at me Alice.”

Alice shook her head, how could she look at him she was feeling pathetic at the moment. Crying because a man doesn’t want her. Caleb didn’t give her a chance to wallow in her own misery, he put his new shirt on the side of his truck bed and grabbed her face lifting it up to his. He lifted her sunglasses and looked at her tear stained face.

“Don’t cry Alice.”

“Shut up you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Caleb took his thumbs and brushed the tears away from her eyes. “I’m not someone to cry about.”

“To me you are.”

“You gotta let me go Alice. Move on. It was fun while it lasted and we will always have our memories.”

“Do they teach you these bullshit excuses when you guys are in school? I swear it’s the same fucking thing just said by a different guy.” Alice yelled angrily through her tears.

“Don’t be mad.”

“Don’t tell me what to feel.”

“Then don’t act like a spoiled brat.”

“Then don’t act like an ass who is un-attracted to fat women.”

“We aren’t going to get anywhere on this. Please don’t be mad and please don’t cry over me.”

Alice knew she was being mad because she was hurt and that she shouldn’t be. She knew she should be enjoying these last few moments with Caleb. With shaky hands Alice reached for Caleb’s sunglasses and lifted them up to see his face. Caleb was an expert at hiding his feelings, years in the military had made him hard.

“Why did you do it Alice?” Caleb quietly asked.

“You act like I did it on purpose. I didn’t plan on falling for you. If you weren’t so fucking perfect and if your darkness didn’t call to mine we would be safe.”

“I’m sorry Alice.”

“Me too Caleb.” Alice whispered as more tears fell down her face and she stood on her tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss at the edge of his lips.

Alice tried to smile through her tears and pulled away allowing him room to get back into his truck. With him seated in his truck Caleb rolled down the window and said goodbye before pulling away. Alice watched as the man she wanted nothing more did what all men do…..leave.

#Emotions #heart ache #broken heart #dating

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delaber · 3 years

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Just Friends (Part 1)

Story Summary: After moving to America for a 3-month long internship, you meet two interesting characters on a boring night out.

Word Count: 1.8K

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, minor drug use, smut, slight dom!Rafa, swearing, and loads of British references (sorry not sorry lol).

Chapter Note: Sooooo.... This is my take on a multi chapter Rafael Casal x reader story. Feel free to ask and hit me up if you want to be on the tag list, have questions, suggestions, etc. /Best!

Other Parts: See Masterlist

"Four margaritas, please," you sighed to the bartender behind the counter. He could definitely tell that this wasn't your night, so without any attempt at smalltalk, he sent you a curt nod before reaching for the tequila on the shelf behind him. You watched as he poured a couple of ounces of tequila into each glass before you were ripped out of your trance by three shrill voices coming from the dance floor, apparently shrieking so because the DJ had just put on Katy Perry's 'California Gurls'.

You didn't even have to turn your head to know who had emitted the noise. Of course it was your company of the night; your new co-worker Miranda and her two college friends to whom she apparently had been dying to introduce you to. Exactly why, you had no idea and right now you were almost gagging for an excuse to leave the party early. But you reminded yourself that Miranda had been good to you ever since you had moved across the pond. You needed to be on your best behaviour if you wanted to return the favour and pretend that you were having a great night; and if you couldn't pull up your socks and un-ironically make a fool of yourself on the dance floor with her and her friends, you'd have to buy the party drinks. In all honesty, a small price to pay for Miranda's otherwise pleasurable friendship.

Ever since you had moved to California, Miranda had invited you over for dinner several times a week, she had helped you pick up a sofa from a guy on Craigslist, and she had even dragged you along to her family's Thanksgiving Dinner last night - even though you had told her that Europeans don't really care for the holiday - insisting that no one should be alone on Thanksgiving. So even though her friends were pure torture, you wanted to show Miranda that you appreciated everything she had done to make the transition of moving to a different continent easier for you.

'Still a couple of hours of 'fun' to go,' you looked at your watch, 'might need some much needed help to get through,' you thought to yourself while turning you attention back towards the bartender. "Hey - on second thought," you caught his attention, "could you make one of the margaritas a double, please?"

The bartender eyed you intently, "are you sure? You've been up here several times and a double margarita contains three ounces of tequila."

"Do you not want to make money?" you smiled at him.

"Good point," he laughed, "rough night?"

"Rough night!" you agreed with a smile, "I definitely need the three ounces."

"You could always come back for more," he winked at you.

"Oh trust me, I will."

You realised that the bartender had mistaken your words for flirting as a small smile erupted on his lips. He ran his gaze over your face and body, eyes dropping a little too low for your taste. A shame, really. He had been quite cute up until that.

"Double it is," he smiled slickly while running his eyes over your chest before pouring more tequila in to one of the four glasses in front of him.

Turning away from the slightly douchy bartender, your eyes went back to the dance floor where the three girls were doing some weird attention-seeking dance to the chorus of the Katy Perry song, apparently desperate to let all the people in the bar know that they were indeed California girls themselves - just like almost everybody else in the damn bar. You were in downtown Los Angeles after all.

You could not wait to down your double margarita.

Suddenly, you realised that Miranda had caught you looking at them, and that she was currently gesturing for you to join them on the dance floor. "Shit," you mumbled as you pretended that you hadn't seen her and quickly turned your face to the other side of the room, all at once noticing two loud men sitting at the bar next to you. A handsome man with wild curls was laughing whole-heartedly at something that his equally-handsome blonde friend was telling him about. The blonde man was gesticulating wildly with his hands, using both sound effects and theatrical face expressions to get his point across to his friend. He even managed to spice up his story with eccentric details and anecdotes that were probably meaningless for the morale of the story but funny nonetheless. Listening silently to him, you found yourself almost wishing that he was talking to you, the way his face constantly shifted, his eyebrows persistently retracting and retreating, going up and down in time with his well-timed sound effects and wild expressions. Definitely a guy with a big personality. He seemed interesting.

His friend with the curls, on the other hand, seemed a bit more reserved and quiet. He was without a doubt very fond of the loud blonde guy, otherwise he probably would've told him to quiet down a bit. You thought to yourself that you definitely would've. But the curly-haired guy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the blonde man's company as he kept laughing at his antics without showing an inch of an urge to shush him. Incredible, really. Instead, the curly-haired guy encouraged his blonde friend in the form of nods and warm, vibrant smiles.

Both men seemed very fond of each other, and you couldn't help but think to yourself that they looked as if they were on a very successful date.

When the blonde guy was done with his obnoxiously loud story, he joined his friend in laughing, the sound knocking you completely to the ground. Immediately attracted to both of the men in front of you, you couldn't tear your gaze away from them - and suddenly it hit you; you had seen the pair of them before. Where? Did they work at the hospital too? You eyed them suspiciously for a couple of seconds while trying to come up with places you might recognise them from. You made a mental note to remind yourself to ask Miranda later if she had seen them hanging around the lab lately.

You were so preoccupied with making mental notes to yourself that you didn't even realise that you had been caught staring before it was too late. "Hey Diggs," the blonde man nudged his friend in the ribs while nodding towards you, "I think we have company."

You were whipped back to reality as you realised that you suddenly had the attention of both men in front of you. "Oh!" You spluttered, embarrassed by how unsubtle you'd been. The blonde guy seemed a mixture of annoyed and amused by the entire situation while his friend - who was apparently called Diggs - seemed a bit more uncomfortable with being stared at.

"I am so, so sorry for blatantly ogling at you like that!" You continued. A small smile erupted on the blonde man's lips but neither him nor his friend spoke so you continued, "it's just... Well, you both look really familiar to me. I feel like I know you from somewhere... Do we work at the same place maybe?" you tried.

The two men shared a look that you didn't understand. "Well, that's hard to answer when we don't know where you work," The blonde man said while slowly drawing out every word as if you were particularly dimwitted.

"Touché," you tried your most charming smile, hoping it would get them to warm up to you. Otherwise, meeting them at work on Monday would surely be an awkward affair, "I work at the medical lab over at Sinai Hospital," you tried, "I think I might know you from there?"

Diggs looked relieved as he sent you a soft smile, "I assure you; you do not."

The blonde man cackled, sipping his beer slowly while sending his friend amused looks that were immediately reciprocated. You were surprised to see exactly how bemused the two men in front of you were. It wasn't a weird question, you thought to yourself. Once more, you looked between the two of them while trying to ascertain where you might've seen them before, "...and you haven't been to - I don't know - a medical conference recently? As key note speakers or something of the sort?"

The blonde man laughed obnoxiously loud and pointed between himself and his friend Diggs, "Sweetheart, do we look like lab nerds to you?"

A bit offended by his continuous snarkiness you couldn't help but retort, "Well, do I?" you pointed to your glittery dress and heeled sandals, "cause if I don't, please tell me how I should dress according to lab-fashion, mr. Lagerfeld."

Now it was Diggs' turn to laugh while the blonde man's eyes grew wide at your quick reply. It took him a mili-second or two to come to his senses but eventually, he too laughed charmingly while repeating your words from earlier, "touché right back at you."

You couldn't help but think to yourself that they both looked awfully cute - even the fairly snarky blonde guy who you were getting annoyed with now.

The bartender's voice ripped you back to reality as he placed a tray of four margaritas in front of you, "that one's the double," he smiled at you while pointing to a glass that had a slice of lime on the rim.

"Oh, thank you," you accepted the drinks from the bartender while sliding him a 50-dollar bill.

"See you later, Margarita Girl" the bartender winked at you before he turned to the next customer.

With the tray in hand, you turned to the two mystery men next to you, "Well, I guess I thought I knew you but I obviously don't. I'll let you get back to your date or whatever you were doing."

"Date?" The blonde guy laughed.

You sent him a shrug, "what do I know. Take care."

He sent you a challenging expression, "you're leaving before you've figured out where you known us from?"

You sent him a shrug, "guess I am."

"Are you sure it won't bother you for the rest of the evening?" he smirked

"Oh, I guess it'll be a haunting mystery 'til the day I'm on my deathbed," you drew out the words the same way he had done only a couple of minutes before. To hell with awkward situations if you should run into them again; it was worth it just to see the snarky guy's smile freeze slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Gentlemen," you made a motion to leave, "enjoy your evening."

Just before turning on your heel, you saw the blonde guy do a visible double-take. Maybe he wasn't used to women turning away from him when he so obviously was trying to neg.

Behind your back, the two men looked at your swaying hips while you walked away from them. When you disappeared in the dancing crowd, they faced each other, both silently wondering who you were and why you hadn't shown more interest. This was all so new to them.

#rafael casal x reader #rafael casal #daveed diggs #blindspotting #rafael casal imagine #smut #rafael casal fanfiction

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Hibiscus, Flowering, Blueberry-muffin, 24 flavors, and kombucha!

Hibiscus tea: What is a song you can always hear? Lullaby by the Cure. Feelin happy? LULLABY BY THE CURE. Feelin sad? LULLABY BY THE CURE. Feelin anxious? LULLABY BY THE CURE. Feelin sexy? LULLABY BY THE CURE. Ugh it just hits right no matter what mood

Flowering tea: What is a movie you can always watch? Hitchcock’s Psycho. I don’t even know how or why this became my comfort movie but I became obsessed with it at like 16

24 flavors: What is your favourite word? I have loadssssss. Luna. La poésie, French for poetry. Oxymoron, film, melancholic, euphoric, drowning, dreaming, skyline, sleepily, empathetic, delicately, clouds, soft, articulate, literature. The way New Yorkers say coffee.

Some of my fave words are Irish slang/Hiberno-English like: feck (softer version of the other F word), gobshite (someone who talks shite/who you don’t wanna listen to), eejit (an idiot), cat (crap), hames (a mess), craic (fun, a good time, banter — not to be confused with crack cocaine).

Others are actual Irish words like bó (bow — cow. like you think cows can’t get any cuter and then the Irish language comes along and gives them that name), grá (graw — love), púca (pooh-ka — ghost/spirit, also a specific mythological creature) leabhar (lau-wer — book), ispíní (ish-pee-nee — sausages), saoirse (sayer-sha or seer-sha — freedom), abhainn (ow-wann — river), oíche (eeha — night).

Kombucha: What do you order on a pizza? Generally I’m a plain Jane and will get a margarita with pepperoni and herbs. The odd time if I’m in the mood I’ll get (uh oh time to start a war) ham and pineapple bye

Alright wasn’t planning on crying while answering tumblr asks but I did and this ended up long so I pushed it to the end. Blueberry-Muffin tea: Tell me a memory, which makes you smile. When I had moved to NYC, on my way to my first apartment, my taxi driver was from Venezuela. He asked me about where I was from (he said my accent was clearer than most his New Yorker passengers because I said “twenty” with a hard t as opposed to “twenny” lol) and told me about his home. When I said I was from Ireland he told me that his daughter studied for a year in Dublin and loved it. We spoke a little bit about the fears of moving country, the strange torn feeling about wanting better but also missing everything you’ve ever known and loved, and about how NYC is the type of city that will chew you up and spit you out — but in a weird way you end up feeling extra proud of yourself for surviving there. When he dropped me off he waited until my new roommates came down to give me my key and he wished me the best of luck on my “American dream.” I know the idea of that dream is definitely debatable (if not destroyed) in many ways to a lot people but I understood exactly what he meant in that moment and it meant the world to me as a scared girl in her early 20s who’d never lived away from home, especially as it came from someone who’d been there over 20 years and still had their accent. And moments like this were repeated over and over again during my time in NY — those who helped me/made me feel most at home in America were those who weren’t from there themselves. I still think about him a lot and I really hope he and his family have been okay throughout the pandemic 💞

#this whole thing was so long I’m sorry #but I enjoyed it thank you for sending!!!#💞💞💞💞💞#café ask #reblog ask game #yotpc #asks #get to know me tag #not quite twilight

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marvelbbyx · 4 years

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Only I’m allowed to touch you like that! (Fem! Reader x Possessive! Carol Danvers)

Request: @anon “Hi! I saw your requests were open, so what about a Carol x fem!reader, where someone grabs readers ass and Carol gets extremely jealous, and takes reader home and basically leaves a whole bunch of hickies and bite marks on readers ass? lowkey just want possessive carol smut lol thankyou”

Sorry this took long, I wanted it to be perfect. God, this was so much fun to write. I’m a slut for some dirty Carol. 😂

Warnings! Smutty af! Read at your own risk!

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The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the rock music that dominated the atmosphere. There were two guys on stage singing karaoke, too lost in their drunken state to care about matching their voice to the lyrics. You and Carol sat in the far corner, watching the scene play out, laughing to yourselves.

Carol looks to you and smiles, taking your hand and caressing it with her thumb. “You look amazing tonight, babe!” She tried yelling at you through the loud music.

“I look lazy?” You shout back, tilting your ear to listen.

“Amazing!” She shouts again.

“Oh, thank you!” You beamed.

You wore a black, noodle-strapped skater dress, which you paired with some heeled combat boots and a denim jacket. Carol wore her usual t-shirt (this time it was Queen) and jeans look, along with her brown Air Force jacket, and some regular black boots. You loved when she wore that jacket, it made you feel protected, that and she just looked great in it.

Carol notices the two guys step off of the bar while you were focused on licking all of the salt off the rim of your margarita. She laughs at the expression you currently had on your face. “You wanna go next?”

You craned your neck to look at the stage then turned your head to look back at her. “Yeah, I’m game.”

She grins and takes your hand, then leads you across the floor and up on stage. Your song was Barracuda by Heart. One of yours and Carol’s favorites and it had the whole bar in an uproar.

“You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick!”

“Ohh, Bara-Barracuda!”

Once the song finishes, you head off of the stage, making your way to the table in a fit of hysterics. The two guys from before went go back up on stage, another song you presumed. As you passed them, you saw one of them smirk at you, “Good job.” You felt his hand crumple up the back of your dress as he grabbed your ass. Really hard.

Your eyes grew large, almost to the point of them popping out of your head. And in that same moment, Carol had looked to you, her ear-to-ear grin dropping instantly and turning into a look of rage. You could see the fire rise in her eyes as she turned around to walk over to them. She grabs your hand, twirling you around to face her direction and walked behind the guy.

Carol tapped his shoulder, the guy turns around with that same smirk planted on his face. Before he was able to save himself, Carol socked him in the nose with a balled fist, making him stumble backwards into his friend. Her action certainly taking him by surprise.

“What the hell!” His friend cried while trying to lift him up off the ground.

“Do that again! Go ahead and see what happens!” She challenged.

“It’s broke,” The guy whimpered. “You broke my nose!”

“Good.” She says harshly. “Go cry about it to your mom, seeing as she failed to teach you some respect.”

The way those words rolled off her tongue ignited a fire that spread throughout your whole body. You felt Carol pull you off the stage and over to the counter. She grabs two twenties and slams it on the counter, then leads you out of the bar.

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The car ride home was silent, Carol’s eyes never darting away from the road. Her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, showing the swollen and bruised knuckles of her right hand, that you desperately wanted to kiss. Your heart was racing, Carol didn’t even say a word to you when you left the bar, you just wondered what was going on inside her head.

You stepped out of the car and walked slowly behind Carol. She unlocked the door and opened it for you to go inside. You stepped in and waited for her, Carol locks the door and takes off her jacket.

“Babe,” You called to her. “Are you okay?”

She sighs and turns around to look at you. Your tugged at your bottom lip, eyeing her cautiously. For a second, you two were having a silent staring contest, and then you felt her hands grab both of your cheeks, her lips connecting to yours in a millisecond. Once you were close enough, her hands then moved from your cheeks to firmly grabbing your waist, pulling your hips closer to hers.

You pulled away breathlessly. “Carol-“

She cuts you off by firmly grabbing your ass and looking deep into your eyes. “No one else is allowed to touch you, only I’m allowed to touch you like that. Got it, Y/N?” She drew in closer, you felt her breath hot against your lips. “I said got it...Y/N?”

“Yes.” You nodded eagerly.

“Good, now turn around and hold up your dress.” She instructs in a low voice. “And keep it up.”

You turned around and pulled up your dress with haste, the cold air chilling the back of your legs. Carol kneels down and smirks, admiring you from behind. You gasped aloud, pressing your face against the wall as one of her hands smacked you hard on your ass cheek.

“So pretty,” She cooed. “A pretty view from my pretty baby.”

You shuddered at her words. “C-Carol,”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby.” Carol soothes. “Let me take care of you, honey.”

In an instant, you felt her teeth latch onto that same ass cheek. Causing your nails dig into the wall, leaving small indents in it. As she pulled you in closer, wrapping her arms around your hips so that you couldn’t move. Carol pulls away, a smirk creeping on her lips as she noticed she left a mark on your perfect skin.

“That guy deserved what he got, touching my babygirl like that,” She says huskily. “Only I’m allowed to touch you and to make you feel good, no one else.”

“I’m all yours.” You mewled.

“That’s right,” She grins. “You’re all mine. So I need to leave my mark and make sure no one else can have you.”

Carol moves lower and bites another spot, a cry of pleasure erupting from your lips. Just below your cheek and towards your thigh, moving again after that. Until she left a small trail of love marks on your ass and thighs. After Carol deems her work satisfactory, she stands back up, covering your body with hers. Her hands moved along your sides, sending jolts of electricity surging throughout your body.

One hand was kept firmly on the small of your back while the other one trailed down to your panties. Carol shoved her hand down your panties, wiping your soaked pussy with her index and middle finger. You were enjoying every bit of this, and you were caught red handed.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.” She purred in your ear. “You want me to make you cum?”

“Yes,” You rasped out.

“I wanna hear you say it, baby girl. Beg me to let you cum.” Carol whispers darkly, her fingers now rubbing on your clit, earning a throaty whine to come out of your mouth. “I want you to tell me how much you want me right now.”

“I want you to make me cum,” You mumble. “I want you to make me cum right now.”

“Hm?” Carol hummed, pinching your clit.

You arched your back into her, almost releasing everything right then and there. You didn’t know how long you could take this before you would have an accident in your dress.

You let out a shaky breath. “I want you to make me cum right now, please?” You looked at her through the corner of your eye, mentally pleading with her. “Please...make me cum?”

Carol smirks and takes her hand out from your panties, and brings it close to her face, giving her palm a long lick before sliding it back down your panties. You feel her position her fingers at your entrance then buried them deep inside of you. You screamed out as she stretched out your tight pussy, vigorously pumping her fingers in and out of you.

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Carol groaned in your ear as she curled her fingers, hitting that needy sweet spot inside of you.

Your nails left claw marks on the walls as you felt your body reach its peak and your walls start to tighten around her. But Carol wasn’t going to let it be that easy for you. Without pulling her fingers out, she spun you around to face her, wrapping your legs around her waist as her fingers continued to pleasure you.

Her eyes were dark and hazed with lust, it had sent chills down your spine. But you weren’t complaining, light moans spilling out from your mouth that were soon muffled by Carol crashing her lips into yours. Your hands smoothed up her shoulders and your nails dug into the soft fabric of her t-shirt. Your hips rolled into her thrusts, causing your moans to go higher and more breathless.

“Carol,” You managed to say between breaths. “I’m gonna c-cum.”

Carol nods and gives your pussy one more good thrust before she rips off your panties and kneels down below you. All it took was the tip of her tongue to bring out your orgasm, your balled fist gripping her blonde strands tightly, as every drop of you went into her mouth and on her lips. The sound of obscene slurping filling the room.

You slid down the wall, your heart beating endlessly while trying to catch your breath. Carol sat in front of you, licking the juices off of her fingers a wicked grin plastered to her face.

You looked down and found your dress covered in your mess. “Damn it, I didn’t want to get my dress dirty.”

“I told you to hold it up.” Carol replies with a laugh.

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect it to get dirty,” You pout. “I paid twenty dollars for this dress.”

Carol smiles and gives your lips a light kiss. It’s funny how she can go from this to the top of your dreams.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby. After all...” She tilts up your chin, bringing you close to her face. “We’ve got all night.”

#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x reader smut #carol danvers imagines #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel imagine #captain marvel imagines #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x reader smut #carol danvers #captain marvel #marvel #marvel imagines

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #391

“if you wanna soar with vultures, you’ll have to swallow crow”

Have you ever been to Australia? No. I want to visit a friend there, but honestly, Australia scares me too much lmao. That place is like, the Hard mode in life. Who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My sister's husband just had his. Are you wearing a necklace? If so, describe it. No. Do you know anyone who is left-handed? My best fren. Ever wear out a CD? What was it? Haha, yeah... I caused a few scratches on Ozzy's Black Rain, as well as one more of his, where the album name is surprisingly evading me. What’s your favorite card game? Magic: The Gathering. What’s your favorite fast food meal? Burgers or chicken tenders are usually my go-to, depending on the place. Where is the best restaurant you’ve ever eaten in at? The Cheesecake Factory. @_@ Lamb chops or pork chops? I've actually never tried lamb chops before, but I've always thought they look yummy. If you HAD to pick ONE song to listen to for the rest of your life, and that would be the only song you ever heard, what would it be? "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy Osbourne, probably. It's very motivating. Ever heard of Shinedown? Yeah, I like 'em. They're one of Dad's faves. What size is your bed? Queen. What is the first meal you remember eating? Hell if I know. What was the first movie you ever saw? I also don't remember. What percentile of your class were you in? The top. Can you name every place you’ve ever had sex? I probably could, but I'm not going to. What forms of birth control have you used? The pill and also just not having a sex life lmao. Do you use sponges or dishcloths when doing the dishes? A sponge. What’s your favorite song on the top twenty right now? I have zero clue what's in the top twenty. Ever punched a wall? No. What was the last bug you killed and what did you use? An ant in the house. My fingers. Ever get pulled over by the cops and get away without a ticket? I've never been pulled over. What was your first legal alcoholic drink? A margarita, I think? What’s the most expensive things your parents ever bought you? Probably this laptop. What’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought? My snake. Or my most recent tattoo, idr. What is your favorite cover song? I think Disturbed's "Sound of Silence" is unbeatable as a cover. Well, or Johnny Cash's "Hurt." Both SLAUGHTER the originals. Did you ever drop out of school? College, three times. Ever raise a child that wasn’t your own for more than 3 months? No. Strangest medical procedure ever performed on you? Considering the location, having a pilonidal cyst drained by pushing on it. Jesus FUCKING Christ it hurt so goddamn bad. Does the place you work have music playing? What sort? I don’t have a job. Do you use Windows, Mac, Linux, or something else entirely? Windows. Do you cut tags out of clothing so they don’t itch and bother you? Yes. How many times a year do you go on vacation? Zero, generally. What is your favorite time period in history to learn about? The Holocaust. What’s the saddest report you have ever seen on the news? *shrug* I don't watch the news. In your honest opinion, what is the scariest sea creature you know? Putting aside my illogical fear of whale sharks, probably giant squid. Like no thank u. What superpower do you think would be the most handy in times of trouble? Teleportation. Do you believe there is just one love for everyone, or…? No. There are WAY too many people in the world for that. Plus, you're talking to a person who has been in love with two different individuals, and both were perfectly valid feelings. Why are you best friends with your best friend? She's just simply amazing. Strong, funny, intelligent, caring, supportive, loyal... She's, again, amazing. Do you world peace is truly a possibility in the future? Realistically, no. But it's nice to imagine. Pretend you are a really good cook, what meal would you make? *shrug* It would depend on what I wanted to eat. What do you think of when you look at the stars? Just the vastness of everything, and I wonder what it's like up there in outer space. If a turtle doesn’t have a shell, is he homeless or naked? Dead? Their shells are part of their actual skeletal structure. What’s one thing you feel you must do in your life before it ends? Just... feel like I did something. What Disney princess are you most like? Personality-wise, I mean. Maybe Belle? To be totally honest, I don't really remember the details of most of their personalities. What do you think is the most important thing in this life is? Love. Do you use any acne medication? Not anymore. Have you ever tried to learn another language? How did it go? I took Latin for one semester, and it was hard as FUCK. I quickly changed to German next semester and did that for all four available classes. Do you still have a landline phone in your home? No. Throughout a typical week, which places are you likely to go? I go to the TMS therapy office every weekday, and I might ride with my mom to pick up groceries or something. How often do you use your webcam, if you even have one that is? Never anymore because my mic doesn't work on this laptop, so there's no reason to. Do you have a lock number or pattern for your phone? Neither, actually. What was the last thing you bought from a liquor store? Mom bought a nice bottle of some pink lemonade Smirnoff the other day for us to try, but she left it at my sister's. ;-; It looked soooo good. Is there any cereal in your house? What kind? Yeah. Mom got some Honey Nut Cheerios and Reese's Puffs. What's the most number of people you've ever lived with? Excluding myself, I wanna say five. Do you celebrate St. Patrick's Day? No. Do you have any pets? How long have you had them? I've had Venus forrrr... I want to say four years, and Roman for two, I think. What's your favourite kind of cheese? American. Have you danced in the rain? No. Who is your favorite person to text? Sara. What’s your favorite brand of jeans? I haven't worn jeans in many years. Do you enjoy Mario games? Not especially. Mario Kart is fun, though. What’s your favorite online game? World of Warcraft. Have you ever been hit with a ball in gym class? Yes. That shit hurts. Who was last to cook for you? My mom. Would you ever wish to explore a cave? YES!!!!! You see the person you fell hardest for. What do you do? Freeze, physically and mentally. Have you ever ridden in a car with someone who was high? Yes, because I was afraid to say no. Did you ever date the last person you kissed? Yes. Have you ever held a snake? Plenty of times. How often do you have friends over to your house? Never. Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally? No. Who was the last person who cried around you? Why did they start crying? Was it unexpected? My mom, because she always feels unwanted at Ashley's house. It wasn't unexpected, honestly. She cries a lot in the car when she leaves my sister's house, honestly. It's heartbreaking. Do you have any exercises you do everyday? No. :/ Are you more of a dog or cat person? I'm a cat person. That only becomes more apparent with time, really. Have you ever had a dream of stabbing someone? I probably have, given I've had nightmares of strangling someone, punching and slapping people... all kinds of stuff. My nightmares are so fucking violent and I hate it. Would you ever have a bird as a pet? No. Have you ever had to speak at a funeral? No. Do you know someone who’s been cremated? My dog, as well as my younger sister's old pup. And Mom's. What is your favorite animated movie? The Lion King. Did your grandparents teach you anything? To not be horrendously old-fashioned and to never have kids, yes. Congrats, Grandma, I took both things to heart. Do you want/have a Bachelor's degree? No. Are you into superheroes? Who's your favourite? Not massively, no. I like Deadpool (yeah, yeah, antihero, whatever) and Spider-Man. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Did you like it? Yes to both. Have you ever played a drinking game? Which ones? I don't think so. Did you ever play Neopets when you were younger? Yes, I LOVED them. Sometimes I'm still tempted to make a new account, I shit you not, lol. Have you ever been to Mexico? No. Have your parents ever worked in medicine? My mom was a pharmacy technician or some title like that for a long time. Is there anything unusual about your house? I don't think so? How many serious relationships have you been in? Two. Do you listen to Rise Against? I only know "Re-education (Through Labor)," but I LOVE that song. When was the last time you congratulated someone? It was probably something on Facebook, but idr. Have you ever taken care of a newborn baby? Go no, I could never. How old were you when you got your ears pierced? I don't remember my age, but old enough where I did it of my own volition. Do you snore when you sleep? No. Surprising for someone with sleep apnea as horrendous as mine. What was the last type of burger you ate? I had a McDouble from McDonald's a few nights ago.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''queen for queen'' by motionless in white

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Its You

Word count: a whole 5.4k

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female!Osterfield!reader

Warnings: Some steamy make outs, dancing without space for Jesus, swearing, Harrison being a cockblock lol

A/n: This is the longest Fic I’ve ever written so I hope yall like it.

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Harrison is probably the biggest pain in your ass. Yes, you loved your older brother, but he was extremely overprotective when it came to you. Yes as your older brother he was “responsible” for you but sometimes it could be annoying as hell. You and Harrison currently shared a flat together splitting the price in half. The college you were going to was right by his flat so he offered to let you live in the other room in his flat since he was looking for a roommate since Tom was gone a lot and honestly so was Harrison which was definitely nice. But on the topic of Tom. Tom Holland had to be the nicest guy you ever met. You had a huge crush on him and by huge your in love with him. Your crush started 4 years ago. You were 15 and he was 19. Tom came over to see Harrison, but Harrison was running late. You were sitting on the couch wrapped in the blankets with a bowl of popcorn watching The Avengers when you heard someone open the door.

“Harrison” you called thinking he was back from the store.

“Not Harrison, it’s Tom,” he said as he walked into the living room. He was wearing a tight white shirt with sweatpants making you drool a bit. Before you had a crush you always thought he was hot, but then that developed into feelings.

“Harrison is at the store right now, but he should be back soon. You can watch Avengers with me until he comes if you want” you smiled patting the couch gesturing him to sit down.

“Could never say no to Avengers” he laughed taking a seat next to you. You looked over at him to see goosebumps arise on his skin, so you shifted puting half the blanket over him. You also scooted closer to him and your legs were touching. He smiled at you making you blush and look down which he definitely notice making you want to hide under the blanket.

“Ya know this is gonna be you in like a year” you grinned, and he laughed.

“Yeah I don’t really know how to handle it I’m still freaking out” he laughed covering his face.

“You’re going to be amazing, you are so talented, and soon you’re going have a whole army of fangirls, you’re gonna be a Harry Styles” you declared putting your hand on his shoulder.

“You think so” he questioned. “Its a lot to take in, and I’m the third Spiderman what if I’m so much worse than Toby and Andrew”

“Tom, trust me, you are going to be incredible and they are gonna love you” you assured, and he smiled at you which he had done many times before, but this time your heart melted and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks yet again.

“Thanks, Y/N” he replied grabbing your and hand and giving it a squeeze.

And that was the day you realized you had a crush on Tom, and flash forward 4 years later and that so-called crush was now love. And your love for Tom was now starting to drive you a bit crazy. Due to your crush on him you broke off things with guys way too frequently, and you knew that you would always be his best friends younger sister, but you had some hope that maybe, just maybe he felt the same way.

“Harrison can Willow and I please come to the club with you tonight, we can’t get in without you and Tom” you begged. There was a club by your flat that was supposed to be one of the best, but it was so hard to get into, but since you knew a certain celebrity that was going tonight you could get in with him.

“I do not need to see you wasted all over a bunch of guys, absolutely not I am not clubbing with you” he maintained causing you to groan.

“Ugh Harrison please, it’s supposed to be the best night they have had in a while and I’m 19 you have to stop acting like im 14 please” you complained.

“Harrison just let her come it’s gonna be an awesome night” called a voice from down the hallway. It was Tom who was staying at your flat to catch up with Harrison for the week. You felt heat rush to your face but quickly brushed it off.

“SEE, Tom agrees that you’re being overdramatic so Willow and I are going” you declared with a smile on your face. You were pretty sure Harrison’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Fine, but if I see any guy touching you, ill beat his arse” Harrison grumbled as he walked to the kitchen. You saw Tom emerge from the hallway with no shirt making you feel a bit dizzy. He held out his fist and you bumped yours with his giving him a smile.

“Thanks” you breathed looking at the ground to stop yourself from checking out his body. He had just finished filming for Far From Home and his muscles were honestly too much for you to handle. You started to walk forwards towards your room to call your friend, but of course, you ran into slipping in on the tile causing you to fall. But you didn’t hit the ground. Toms strong arms caught you and your hands were currently places on his bare chest. And to say you were gone was an understatement. You looked up and met his eyes taking a deep breath. When you realized where your hands were you immediately removed them your face literally turning tomato red.

“Sorry” you squeaked practically darting past him to your room. You quickly shut the door putting you back against it taking a deep breath. You put your face into your hands feeling the warmth from being so embarrassed. You walked to your bed flopping down on it. You grabbed your phone and messaged your best friend Willow telling her tonight was a go. Tonight was the night you were going to get over your ridiculous crush on Tom and find a cute guy and have the time of your life.

***

You were leaving for the club in about 5 minutes. Willow had arrived at your flat wearing a skin-tight navy blue dress with satin pumps. You were wearing something similar except your dress wasn’t as short, and it was red. You walked to your room grabbing your purse. As you walked out of your room you ran into Tom whose eyes widened when he saw you. You swore you saw his eyes skim over your body, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind. He was wearing a black button-up with jeans and well he looked hot as fuck.

“You clean up nice Osterfield” he smirked, and when you say you almost passed out you were not lying. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and as he said that he for sure checked you out.

“T-thanks” you stuttered walking away from him towards Willow who looked like she was about to burst out laughing after seeing that whole altercation. You quickly gave her the death glare. Harrison walked out of the bathroom and the second he looked at you his jaw dropped.

“Okay yeah, you are not wearing that” he exclaimed making you frown.

“Haz, I can wear whatever I want, and out uber is here, so we have to go,” you said before he could say anything else you grabbed Willow’s arm and walked out the door. Harrison jumped into the front seat and you sat in the middle between Tom and Willow. Your thighs were touching and your heart was racing and Willow could tell, so she started laughing. You just shook your head leaning your head back on the seat. The club was only a Ten-minute drive so you were there in no time. You got out of the car and took a deep breath. You were going to find a cute boy, get drunk and forget about Tom.

You walked towards the entrance behind Tom and Harrison. Tom showed his Id and gestured for you guys to go in. You walked in to see lights flashing and music booming. Willow immediately grabbed your hand dragging you to the bar.

“Stay safe” yelled Harrison as you walked off. You turned one last time to give him a thumbs up and then you disappeared into the crowd of people. You both took a seat at the bar ordering a shot of vodka to take the edge off. The bartender poured the vodka into the shot glass and you downed it the taste burning your throat. You shook your head making a disgusted face from the horrible taste and Willow laughed and took hers. The bartender then gave you some kind of margarita and told you it was from the guy to the right of you. He was cute, but he looked a little old for you so you just smiled and looked away. Your eyes traveled to the dancefloor as you sipped your drink. Your eyes landed on Tom who was dancing with a gorgeous brunette which honesty stung. But when you made eye contact with him. He winked. The dude fucking winked, and honestly, you thought you imagined it because you were a little tipsy, but he definitely winked. You turned quickly ordering another vodka downing it once again. You were never going to get over him you thought as you leaned against your hand closing your eyes. You felt a tap on your back thinking it was just some random guy you stood up and turned around to say you werent in the mood to dance, but you were face to face with Tom.

“Hey” he bubbled stumbling a bit. He was much more intoxicated than you obviously.

“Hi” you responded a bit confused why he left the dance floor with the girl he was with before to talk to you.

“Are you having fun” he questioned wiggling his eyebrows. Making you laugh a bit.

“Yeah” you lied. He obviously noticed because his smile turned to a frown. He grabbed you handed making your whole body go stiff.

“Come dance with me, I want you to have fun” he beamed dragging you to the crowded dance floor. You were too shocked to say anything and before you could protest you were on the dance floor. Tom started dancing like an idiot shaking his arms and jumping up and down to the beat making you giggle. You swayed a bit to the music still nervous to do anything. Tom noticed that you were uneasy. He came closer to you and put his lips close to your ear.

“Just relax Y/N, and dance I swear it feels so much better when you just feel the music and forget about your problems” he assured and then backed away and smiled. You took a deep breath. He was right you were being uptight and worrying too much. You knew you should be enjoying this because you were currently dancing with your crush. Even though this was not your goal of the night you should make the most of it. You smiled back and started to sway your body to the music. You lost yourself in the music forgetting all of your problems just like Tom told you to. You danced with yourself for a song until you were pushed into Tom by another girl. You took this opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck. You refused to look at his face, but he didn’t object. Instead, his hands found your waist. You were already steaming hot from dancing and being enclosed in so many people, but somehow you felt yourself get even hotter. You both swayed to the music and you rested your head on his shoulder. You decided to make a bold move and you turned your body pressing your back against Toms. Honestly, you were making a move, and the only reason you were was probably the alcohol. Tom’s hands remained on your waist, but his grip got a bit tighter as your bum rubbed up against his groin. You felt his breath on your neck making you dizzy. He left a couple of kisses on your neck and then he spun you around to face him. This time you looked up at his face. There was a lot of tension, to say the least. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips and his head began to slowly get closer to yours, and suddenly reality hit you. You were about to kiss Tom Holland. The person you have been in love with for way too long. It was 100% the alcohol because there is no way you could this sober. You closed the gap connecting your lips with his. His lips were soft against yours. It was a slow sensual kiss. He pulled away, your foreheads still connected.

“You’re Beautiful” he proclaimed, and he kissed you again. This time it was much faster and needier. You pulled him as close as you could and his hands fell to you bum making you gasp into the kiss. He took that as an opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance him obviously winning. Your lips moved in sync and you felt as if you were on cloud nine. You made out on the dancefloor for what felt like hours until you felt your phone vibrate from the pocket in your dress. You pulled away making Tom giving you a confused look. You took out your phone to see Harrison was calling you. Your stomach dropped when you realized you just intensely made out with his best friend while he was in the place.

“I gotta take this” you squealed in a small panic terrified that he saw you and Tom. You answered the call once you got off the dance floor.

“Harrison are you okay,” you asked your heart beating out of your chest.

“Yeah I’m fine I was calling to see if you were okay” he responded. You let out the breath you were holding thanking god he didn’t see you and Tom. you felt your phone vibrate quickly looking down seeing a text from Willow saying she was exhausted and ready to leave when you were.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Willow and I are gonna head out, but you and Tom have fun okay” you insisted as you walked towards the exit.

“Sounds good, Tom and I will probs be out for a couple more hours, just let me know when you get back to the flat okay”

“Okay, See ya later” you finished hanging up. You texted Willow to meet you outside the club as you exited the front of the club. The cold air hit your body, and you started to process what happened. Yeah, it was wrong, but it felt so right. You couldn’t stop smiling. You turned to see Willow walking out the doors of the club the huge grin still on your face. Willow wiggled her eyebrows.

“Girl I haven’t seen you this happy since you met Jake Gyllenhaal what happened” she questioned.

“I kissed Tom” you squealed, and her eyes widened

“No fucking way” she gasped, but you just nodded. You both jumped up and down like two five-year-olds who got what they wanted for Christmas. “You need to tell me everything” she exclaimed.

“Okay my first question is was he a good kisser” she pressed.

“Oh my god yes, his lips may be thin, but holy shit that man can kiss, and the way his hands felt on my body I thought I was gonna pass out” you giggled and her face was filled with excitement for you.

In the uber, you explained how everything went down and the Uber driver probably thought you guys were crazy because you were both freaking out. Willow was the only person you ever told about your massive crush on Tom and shes “shipped it” since the beginning. You guys exited the uber stumbling up to your flat. You both plopped on the couch turning on the TV grabbing a snack. You both talked about your nights until you both knocked out the TV still playing.

***

The next morning you woke up on the couch and Willow was still fast asleep, but she was on the floor making you chuckle. You dragged yourself from the couch to the bathroom your head throbbing. You looked honestly horrible. Your makeup was smeared you were still wearing your clothes from last night. Your hair was knotted as well and you honestly looked insane. You popped and Advil and stepped into the shower. You washed all the makeup off your face your body relaxing as the hot water hit your body. The headache began to go away and then you remember what happened last night. Your closed eyes shot wide open. You made out with Tom. you felt excitement but also dread. Questions flooding your mind. What if he regrets it? What if he doesn’t even remember? What if it ruins our friendship? What if he tells Haz? Honestly, the thought of facing Tom made you so anxious you wanted to throw up and it wasn’t the hangover talking. You finished up in the shower and wrapped a town around your body. You exited the bathroom to see Tom who walked out of the guestroom. You stopped dead in your tracks. He looked hungover just like you. You were not ready to face him so instead of saying anything you darted to your bedroom closing the door. This was going to be a long day.

After getting dressed you walked out of your room to the kitchen to see Tom and Harrison making coffee. You avoided looking at Tom, but you for sure felt his eyes on you. Willow was still knocked out on the floor next to the couch, so you went over shaking her awake. She groaned sitting up rubbing her neck.

“I’m so fucking hungover” she groaned standing up to go to the bathroom.

“You feeling okay,” Harrison asked.

“Yeah, a killer headache, but yeah” you breathed. “I’m assuming your fine since you never get hungover you lucky bastard” you laughed.

“Yep I am totally fine, sucks you got the bad hangover gene” he joked making you laugh.

“Why did you leave so early,” Tom asked catching you off guard. You finally met his gaze but you quickly looked away.

“Willow and I were both tired” you mumbled as you sat down on the couch.

“Did you have fun at least” he probed. You knew he remembered which just made you more embarrassed because you were avoiding him, and you were going to continue to avoid him because talking to him about it freaked you out way too much.

“Uh yeah” you sighed. You heard the bathroom door open revealing a sick looking Willow.

“I think I drank too much yesterday” she groaned. You lifted yourself from the couch going to Willow.

“Haz, I’m gonna take her out for burgers across the street, so I’ll be back later” you declared. You felt Toms eyes on you again and you looked up for a split second your eyes meeting his, and he gave you the “we need to talk look”, but you looked down ignoring it. “Willow I’m just gonna grab my shoes and we can go” She nodded and walked towards the couch to gather her belongings. You made your way to your room and once you walked through the door you went to your closet. Right as you turned around you heard your door close. You whipped around to see Tom.

“We need to talk about last night” he pressed.

“What about last night” you shrugged trying to act oblivious. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Your stomach was doing backflips and you were damn near about to go into full panic mode.

“The kiss Y/n, I know you remember” he scoffed. Walking closer to you.

“Oh that,” you said dumbfounded.

“Harrison can’t know, It was a mistake we were both drunk” he addressed making your heart sink. That hurt. You felt your heartbreak, and you felt tears begin to form in your eyes, but for your sake, you took a deep breath trying to act like you were fine. You were trying to figure out how to as if the kiss meant nothing, but it honestly meant so much.

“Y-yeah” you agreed looking down at your feet. Your nails dug into your palms and you bit your inner cheek to try and hold yourself together.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page” he confided. You didn’t say a word though. You were scared that if you did you would break. So you simply slid your shoes on him and pushed past him not even looking at him. You walked right out the door Willow following you most likely confused.

“You okay” she questioned looking at you with concern, and you just broke down the tears you were holding back finally flowing down your face.

“He said all of it was a mistake” you whimpered.

“Aw honey I’m so sorry” she offered wrapping her arms around you. You hugged her back crying in her arms for a minute, but you pulled away wiping your eyes. You weren’t going to let him hurt you like this. It was one kiss, and you weren’t going to let it ruin your life.

***

It had been about a week since the Tom innocent, and as much as you wanted to say that you were fine you were heartbroken. You had completely avoided Tom the whole week, which he definitely noticed because he texted you asking you if you were alright, and you just didn’t respond. Unfortunately today you were going to have to see him because the Hollands were throwing a pool party which you had already agreed to go to.

“Y/N we gotta go or we’re gonna be late” Harrison called,

“Coming” you yelled back as you grabbed towel slinging it over your shoulder. You walked out of your bedroom meeting Harrison in the kitchen.

“Are you okay, and please be honest with me because you’ve been acting weird all week” he acknowledged hia eyes soft. You gave him a soft smile and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m okay just having a rough week, thank you for caring” you whispered. You backed away from the hug. Harrison gave you an endearing smile that you returned and then you were off to the Holland residence where you would spend the whole afternoon attempting to avoid Tom.

***

When you reached the Holland house you were greeted by Sam. You and the twins were pretty good friends. You were the same age as him and you guys had attended the same school. You gave Sam a small hug and then he led you to the backyard.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever Y/n how have you been,” he asked curiously.

“uh, pretty good, what about you, anything new with you” you queried.

“Nah just the same old boring stuff as usual” he laughed as you walked towards the pool. You saw Paddy swimming in the water. His eyes lit up when he saw you. You were Paddys babysitter because the boys were never home, and you didn’t go out to the clubs much. Paddy got out of the pool running up to you giving you a big hug making you yelp.

“Paddy you’re gonna get my clothes all wet” you exclaimed trying to pry him off, but he just giggled now trying to get you as wet as possible.

“Will you come swimming with me” he beamed as he started to shiver.

“Of course just let me get my stuff together and I’ll come swim” you laughed he smiled wide then ran back into the pool jumping in. You found an empty spot and placed your belongings down laying your towel out on the lawn chair. You peeled your shirt off and pulled your shorts down. You then turned towards the house to see Tom’s eyes on you. He was yet again checking you out, and it pissed you off. You didn’t understand what he was playing at. You shook your annoyance off and headed towards the pool. There were a couple younger kids who were most likely paddys friends, and then Sam and some other people from your school in the pool. You entered the pool slowly the water cold against on your skin.

“Just jump in Y/n youll get used to it” Sam laughed.

“No way in hell am I jumping into this pool” you shivered, but then Sam grabbed your arm pulling you into the water with a small shriek. Your body hit the water and you felt the cold seep onto your whole body. You shot up from underwater shivering.

“Sam I hate you” you shrieked as you splashed him, but he just laughed.

Once you finally got used to the water you joined the game of Marco polo which then led to chicken fights. You were currently on Sam’s shoulders laughing your ass off because neither of you could stay steady. You were currently up against Harry and Paddy. Somehow Sam slipped making you both fall into the water. You both came up from underwater facing each other and you both burst out laughing falling into each other. You were pretty sure Sam was flirting with you. He was being extra touchy, and he kept complimenting you. You didn’t mind though, and as bad as it sounded you hoped Tom was watching. You hoped he was jealous. When you looked over at Tom he was watching, and his jaw was clenched as you began to flirt back with Sam. You felt bad because Sam was your friend, but making Tom jealous made you feel like you were on top of the world.

“Sam I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick” you called as you pushed yourself out of the pool. You walked to your lawn chair grabbing your towel. You wrapped it around your body and entered the Holland home. You walked to the bathroom and did your business. You washed your hands then exited the bathroom to find Tom waiting outside the door.

“Why were you flirting with my brother” he pressed.

“Why do you care who I flirt with, you have no right to question who I flirt with” you sassed.

“I don’t care” he defended his jaw clenched.

“If you don’t care why did you ask” you provoked an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know” he quipped his cheeks tinting red.

“Are you jealous”

“No” he replied extremely quick.

“I don’t believe you”

“I am not jealous” he defending moving closer towards you until you back hit the wall. He was so close to you, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. The tension in the air was thick. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You both stared at each other for what felt like age until Tom slammed his lips against yours making you squeal. Your eyes were wide open. You didn’t kiss back at first. After a couple of seconds, your eyes fluttered shut and your arms moved up his torso to wrap around his neck. His arms went from your waist moving over your bum to your thighs

“Jump” he mumbled against your lips, and you did as he said wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him as close as you could. Everything was moving fast. Tom’s hands began to fidget with the string of your bikini.

“Tom are you in here”

It was Harrison. You jumped out of his arms so fast scurrying to the bathroom shutting the door. Tom looked just as panicked as you. He pointed to the bathroom gesturing you to go in.

“Uh yeah, I went to go find one of the inflatables for the pool” he lied. You heard their voices get quieter until you couldn’t hear them anymore. You let out the breath you were holding. You dragged you back down the door going into a ball. You put your face into your hands wondering what the hell was going on. You were genuinely confused, because he said the kiss was a mistake, but then out of no where he kissed you again. Talk about mixed signals. You stood up rubing your temples. You walked out of the bathroom back outside. You sat on your lawn chair and watched Tom from across the backyard. Your eyes met his and he gave you a smirk. This man was going to be the death of you.

***

After the pool party, you headed back to the flat. Harrison had a date tonight so you would have the flat to yourself. You put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and turned the TV on. You looked at your DVDs seeing Spiderman homecoming on top of the stack. You didn’t want to watch it but you found yourself opening up the case and plopping the disc in the PlayStation. You heard the microwave go off and you strolled to the microwave dumping the bag of popcorn into a bowl. You shut the lights off and flopped onto the couch. You pressed the play button and the movie began. You sat there admiring Tom, thinking about what happened today. You wondered what would have happened if Harrison didn’t walk into the house. You were off in your head until you heard a knock at the door. You pushed yourself up and dragged yourself to the door. You looked through the peephole to see Tom. Your heart skipped a beat as you opened the door.

“Can I come in?” he asked his eyes pleading you to let him in.

“Sure, so what brings you here Harrison isn’t he-”

“I can’t get you out of my head. Ever since the night at the club, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And this is so wrong I mean you are my best friend’s little sister, and if he were to find out I’m pretty sure he would kill me” he blurted leaving you speechless. You stood there your mouth agape as you tried to process what he was saying. “Can you please say something” he begged.

“I don’t know what to say” you gulped.

“I like you Y/n and not just as a friend” he expressed coming closer to you. He put his hand on your cheek and leaned into his touch.

“I like you too” you whispered. Tom let out a sigh of relief bowing his head. You then put your hands on his cheeks bringing his face up to look at yours. You smiled softly at him and then connected your lips. The kiss was sweet and slow. Tom’s hands fell to your waist pulling you close to him. The kiss began to get more desperate. Hands roaming each other’s bodies. You pulled him towards the couch, and he laid you on the couch and then hovered over you.

“I love that you’re watching my movie darling” He goated his lips from yours making you whine. You felt his lips fall to your neck sucking on it making you gasp and let out a moan.

“I can’t help that you are so attractive and your acting skills blow me away” You felt Tom smile against your neck.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the attractive one” he smirked. You pulled his head back to yours kissing him again. Your hands roamed his body sliding under his T-shirt. He then broke the kiss to pull it completely off. You gawked at his build body.

“Like what you see” he smirked making your face flush red. He dove back down to kiss your neck making you moan again. He then sat you up to remove your shirt as well. You usually would be insecure, but the way Tom looked at you made you dizzy. You were so in the moment that you missed the sound of your apartment door opening.

“What the fuck”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland x osterfield!reader #marvel #marvel imagine #tom holland spiderman

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vminamjin · 4 years

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50 questions tag

I was tagged by these two lovelies, Nat and Asha! Thank you @flowerkth and @exoticarmyofcrowns ☺️💕🌸

what color is your hairbrush?: pink

name a food you never eat: brussel sprouts no thanks

are you typically too warm or too cold?: I feel like i always need to bring a sweater with me cause i get too cold easily.

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: I was crocheting mask holders and scrunchies while watching some news (wow this makes me sound old)😅

what’s your favorite candy bar?: twix

have you ever been to a professional sports game?: when i was younger my dad would bring me to watch baseball! ⚾️

what’s the last thing you said out loud?: “got my airpods in” to my dad who was talking to me and i did not even notice until he was like hello?? lol

what’s your favorite ice cream?: rocky road!

what was the last thing you had to drink?: water

do you like your wallet?: Yeah! I have a small one so it fits in my work bag and it holds the essential things i need to bring

what’s the last thing you ate?: cereal

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: Surprisingly i have not! Like wow where did this self control come from??

what’s the last sporting event you watched?: it was probably my universities homecoming.. there was def not a lot of watching that took part on my behalf haha🍻

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: just butter and salt

who’s the last person you sent a text to?: my friend who is on deployment, we we were just sending her some love on the group chat💕

ever go camping?: Yes! My family has a camper so we like to go to state parks and stuff like that.

do you take vitamins?: yes

do you go to church every sunday?: nope

do you have a tan?: yes i do! but lately i havent been out tanning cause my spring allergies have been kicking in. 🌞

do you prefer chinese or pizza?: omg pizza is my love

do you drink soda through a straw?: sometimes i do!

what color socks do you usually wear?: sometimes white, sometimes different colors idk depends on which one i pick haha

do you ever drive above the speed limit?: i just drive 5 above the speed limit

what terrifies you?: i do not like mice, rats and snakes🥴

look to your left, what do you see?: my university graduation pic👩🏻‍🎓

what chore do you hate the most?: DISHES

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: how cool it is i love their accent!

what’s your favorite soda?: coke

do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: I would def just go through the drive thru

what’s your favorite number?: 4

who’s the last person you talked to?: my dad

favorite cut of beef?: new york strip

last song you listened to?: 00:00- bts

last book you read?: probably one of my social work textbooks

can you say the alphabet backwards?: um i probs can but it will take me a few tries to get all the way through

favorite day of the week?: FRIDAY

how do you like your coffee?: i usually order caramel macchiatos, but i always just put lots of creamer in regular coffee

favorite pair of shoes?: my Adidas sneakers

time you normally get up?: usually 7 am

sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets ☺️

how many blankets on your bed?: I just have one but i have a lot of pillows!

describe your kitchen plates?: white with green leaves or blue hearts around it

describe your kitchen at the moment?: lol a little messy because we just throw everything on the table

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: vodka lemondades, mimosas, moscato wine, margaritas, and hard ciders

do you play cards?: i sometimes do, usually my dad and i would play blackjack or garbage

what color is your car?: J. Ren is anvil (bluish gray) he is my cute jeep renegade lol 🚙

can you change a tire?: NOPE haha

your favorite state/province/county/city etc.?: Nashville, Tennessee (I had so much fun when i went last summer, i really want to live there someday!)

favorite job you’ve had?: Working at an elementary school child care!

how did you get your biggest scar?: LOL this is quite a story.. so i have a scar on my thigh from a patio umbrella falling on me at a golf course. It was really windy on the deck, so the wind managed to blow over the umbrella and the end of it hit my thigh. It hurt like a bitch and i was so embarrassed at my huge bruise and telling people the story.🤧

Tagging: @hopefish15, @bitoftaewithsugaandkookie, @gukniverse, @kimteahyung, @tatavangogh, @naturaljeon, @namkook, @heavyinmyarms, @sugasugakookies, @beautaes, @sugaerie, @mystically-mysterious, @sweetpeajeon, @penicillinjimin, @extrataedinary, @rainbowjin, @hiraethtae, @sunshope, @kindgentlejimin (you don’t need to do it if you don’t want to!!) 💛

#tag game

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random-writing-things666 · 3 years

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Dumpweed Chapter 4

More NSFW lol

It had been a week since the festival, and a week since I last heard from Mark. I should have known, a big shot rockstar like him was sure to forget about someone as small as me. "Ivory, I'm sure he's just busy or something. He is a touring musician." Ruby tried reassuring me. "I know Ruby, but he said he wanted to get to know me some more. That he wanted to hang out more." I replied, looking down at my hands. I was meant to be working, but I was too...I didn't even know the words to describe it. Maybe I was just being insecure.

"Ahhh, so this is the work station of Ivory Lurz." I snapped my head up from my computer to see Mark waltzing up to my desk. He took the seat and brought it around to my side. "What are you working on?" He asked. "Nothing important. Just some flyers for some art show next month." I replied, not taking my eyes off the screen. "Ivory, please look at me." Mark urged. I swung around in the chair and was met with eyes. His face relaxed into a smile upon seeing my face. "Would you care to come for a walk?" He asked. I looked back at Ruby, who was signalling me to go. "Go on, take the afternoon off. I'll cover you." She insisted. "Thank you, Ruby. I owe you one." I thanked Ruby. "Yes, an invitation to yours and Mark's wedding." She joked. Mark and I exchanged shocked glances before laughing along with Ruby.

"What were you wanting to talk about?" I asked Mark, as we were walking down the street. "Nothing important, I was just wondering if you'd like to come on a date with me tonight?" He asked, hopefully. "Why can't we make right now a date, and have a little fun later?" I asked. "I like your idea better." He replied, winking at me. "Where would you like to eat? There's a nice Italian restaurant around the corner." "Italian it is then, let's go." I replied, taking Mark's hand.

"Hey, I'm sorry I took so long to get back to you. It's been a busy week with the getting ready to go on tour and stuff." Mark spoke once the waiter had brought our food out. We just ended up by sharing a large margarita pizza between us. "It's ok, I understand. Music seems like a busy business." I replied. "I'm just glad you didn't forget about me." I finished off, smiling at Mark. He brought his hand up to my face and cupped my cheek. "I could never forget you." He smiled back, before pulling me in for a kiss. I didn't realize how much I had missed the taste of Mark Hoppus's lips. "Hmm, maybe we should take this somewhere more private?" I suggested. "We'll just take the pizza for later." "I like the way you think." He winked, waving a near by waiter for them to put the rest of the pizza in a bag to take away.

Mark and I both agreed to meet at my house. Only, I was dropping my car off and Mark was picking me up and taking me to his place. "Are you ready to go, Ivory?" He asked, reaching over to open the door for me. "Quite the gentleman you are, Hoppus." I smiled. Mark brought his hand up and cupped my face, giving me a soft smile. "For you, I would do anything, but lets get on our way." He winked before pulling out of the driveway.

It took arriving at Mark's house for me to realize that he was in fact, a rock star. He has been such a kind, down to earth guy around me, although we have only really hung out twice and once was to fuck. Mark gave me an amused look. "Are you OK?" He asked, trying to hide back a laugh. "I am, just haven't been in a house this size." I admitted. Mark smiled as he took the pizza into the kitchen. "Hopefully, this won't be your last time here." He winked, leading us into the living room. He sat on a huge lounger that sat in the middle of lounge, it almost looked like a bed. Mark pulled me down, causing me to land on top of him. I caught my lips in his, entangling us in a deep kiss. He pulled away, giving me a lustful smile. "Did I ever tell you that you are beautiful ?" He smirked. "I believe that you did." I replied, leaning down to kiss Mark. Mark gave a small laugh and flipped us over so that he was on top. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, laughing quietly. "What would you like me to do?" He laughed. "I dunno, maybe take me to your room and have your way with me?" I winked. With that, Mark stood up and carried me to his room, gently laying me on his bed as we got there. Mark leaned down to me and started to kiss me hard as he was grinding against my lower region. I let out a breathy sigh in response to Mark's actions. Mark chuckled into the kiss as he reached between us and unbuttoned my pants, reaching into them to rub me through the fabric of my panties. "You wet for me, huh Ivory?" He whispered into my ear before nibbling at the lobe, being sure to make me putty in his hands. Mark continued to pull my pants down to my feet, followed by my underwear leaving me completely bottomless. Mark stood up and removed his own bottom half, his hard dick springing out upon release. I let my eyes roam his body, good thing he's attractive. "What are you looking at?" He asked, laughing. "I'm looking at you, of course.".I smirked. "What are you gonna do about it?" Before I knew it, Mark was on top of me. He ducked his head down to my neck and started to suck and bite on it. I moaned softly in response. I could feel Mark's smirk against my skin. He slowly inserted himself inside me, groaning as he filled me to the hilt. "Hmmmm, Ivory. You...feel...so good." He grunted as he thrusted in me at a slow pace, but making sure to hit my g-spot each time. "Mark...harder...please..." I begged, almost screaming his name. This was enough for Mark to start fucking me with all he had, biting hard at my neck. "Yes, that's it. I'm going to come!" I cried out, before riding my high. Mark wasn't far behind, spilling his seed in me and collapsing on the bed beside me. "That was fun. Thank you, Ivory." He winked before pulling me into his side and kissing me on the forehead. "No, thank you. It was totally worth the early work finish."

#dumpweed #tw nswf #blink 182 #mark hoppus #matt skiba #travis barker

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shewrites02 · 5 years

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Southern Hospitality | Erik Killmonger X Black Reader | Chpt. 2

Summary: College AU where Erik seems to make the reader’s college transition a nightmare, while some how making it better as well

Chapter 3 | Chapter 1

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: So I’m in love with this series, but please don’t expect updates this frequent. lol I have to warn yall that due to my school schedule I can be wilding inconsistent. But please enjoy and tell me what you think

It had been 4 weeks since your incident on the side of the road, and despite numerous run ins with Erik, the two of you haven't spoken since that night. You attempted to speak, or even just offer up a kind smile when you saw him on campus but Erik acted as if you were completely invisible. And if he did acknowledge you, it was simply with a slight eyebrow raise as if to say "why are you speaking to me". This just confirmed that Erik was in fact the asshole you thought he was the day yall meet in the cafe.

But since that night you've had time to recuperate and refocus. 4.0 season was back in full effect, and you were ready to have a hot girl semester. Especially with midterms approaching, the social politics of your life couldn't be your main concern. The organic chemistry you had sprawled out on the living room coffee table, took top priority.

"Fuck this!" you mumbled shoving the large green useless organic chem textbook onto the floor. That boost of confidence you just had, quickly dissipated and left you sitting confused on the floor.

"Hey babe, whatchu in here groaning about?" Mackenzie, one of your three suitemates, asked chipperly walking to plop down on the couch.

You held up the pile of homework, groaning even louder. Kenzie ignored it, and grabbed the remote from the side of you and flipped the t.v on to her favorite show, The Hills. A reality t.v show following the most privileged and prestigious white people in L.A. You assumed Kenzie liked watching this crap so much because it reminded her of home. Los Angeles, where she was a trendsetter spending her time in exclusive clubs, and spending $20 on a salad. Although popular, at MIT Mackenzie was no more than a pretty face that everyone was sure only got in due to her parents very generous donations to the university. As was the case with your other suitemates as well.

"No kenz, I'm doing homework take this crap somewhere else."

"Forget your homework! You're literally weeks ahead... you've earned a break."

You rolled your eyes then began to gather your school work. Taking a break wasn't a privilege you had. Either you work your ass off, or you went back home to Ft. Worth no in between.

"oh my gosh y/n, you should come out with us! Please, you haven't been out once this semester, reward all your hard work!" She begged.

Your immediate reaction was to decline. You weren't much of a partier to begin with, and you were a little uneasy about going out with your suitemates. The same girls who couldn't even wait for you in the cafe. But you struggled to make friends while being down here, your suitemates were the only people on campus you knew... besides Erik. You thought this could be an opportunity to see them as more than those rich white girls from the west coast, so against your better judgment you accepted the invitation.

"YAY, Y/N IS COMING!" Kenzie yelled down the hall to the other suitemates, who let out small shrieks and squeals from the other side of their doors.

Hours passed and it was time for you to start getting ready. You wanted to feel excited about tonight, but all that lingered was an anxious feeling in your chest. You had spent the past hours thinking of excuses to get yourself out of going, but any you presented to kenzie were quickly shot down, followed by your other suites mates telling you, no matter what you were going.

"Y/N!!" Mason shouted from the kitchen.

"We're taking shots!" Brooklyn announced, putting the shot glass in your hand.

On three, the four of yall took the vodka shots back. Some followed them with a chaser, and scrunched faces. You followed yours with another shot, this time Malibu Rum, something sweet to get the taste out of your mouth.

"You better be getting ready!" Kenzie shouted as she handed you a strawberry margarita. You nodded, retreating back to your room to start your transformation.

You assumed if you were going to go out, the least you could do was be the baddest bitch out. You did a balck and grey smokey eye topped with the most extravagant lashes you could find. Then topped your lips with your fenty lip gloss. You wore a black strapless sequined dress with a pair of pumps. Even if the night didn't live up to you expectations, this outfit certainly would.

"UBER'S HERE! HURRY BITCHES, LET'S TAKE ONE MORE SHOT!"

After downing your margarita, you went into the kitchen to take another shot of vodka.

"Now, where ready!" Kenzie announced.

The club your suitemates decided to drag you to, had a special MIT college night. Which meant reduced admission, and free drinks for all MIT students. As expected, what seemed like the entire university was there tonight. Usually the large crowd would have you feeling very self conscious and anxious. But you were starting to feel those shots from earlier and couldn't think of anything but dancing... and getting another drink.

"Coke and Henny for you." Brooklyn shouted over the music, handing you the drink.

You swayed your hips to the Drake song the dj played, and observed the various white girls attempts at twerking. If you weren't drunk you'd probably be judging them right now, but the liquor made you much more forgiving. It also made you have to pee.

You attempted to inform your suitemates that you had to go to the bathroom, but they all seemed to be preoccupied with dancing with brad, Chad, and justin to pay attention to you. The last thing you were going to do was wait for them. You were a grown woman fully capable of going pee, alone. So you set out to find your way to the bathroom.

You stumbled through the crowd, the bright lights blurring your vision. It was as if your brain wasn't able to focus on one thing, but instead tried to focus on everything. But despite your clear impairment you made it to the bathroom.

"You are so pretty, oh my gosh I love your hair, It's like snakes!" This white girl slurred as she ran her fingers through your box braids. You snatched your hair out her hands.

"Let's not do that!"

You proceeded to pee, then started your journey back to find your friends. Incapable of walking in a straight line you frantically bump and tripped over everyone you encountered. You made sure to say sorry to each person before bumping into the next. You were seconds from falling straight on your ass when two hands reached out and grabbed your waist.

"Where the fuck are your friends?" He growled.

You looked up to see Erik pulling you up toward him. He had one arm around your waist, supporting all the weight you just pushed on him. For a brief moment a smile spread on your face, happy to see a familiar face then you quickly remembered the bullshit he had been pulling these last weeks.

"Y/n, Where are you friends?"

"Fuck you! Get off me! You can't speak to me one campus, but now you wanna be here, that's hoe shit!" You protested, shoving Erik to no result. He still held you tight, and unless he allowed it, you weren't going anywhere.

"Where. Are. Your. Friends?!" He shouted once more. Speaking slowly as if to give the words time to really sink into your thick skull.

You took a moment to look around. This had been where your suitemates were when you left to go to the bathroom, but suddenly they were nowhere to be found. You spotted one of the boys that they were dancing with before you left to bathroom, and flagged him down.

"Where are my roommates?"

"They left about 10 minutes ago, something about hitting a different club."

You turned back to Erik who was very clearly aggravated. Despite being drunk you were still able to notice the vein that slightly popped on his forehead from his jaws clenching. Your heart dropped, you should have known better than to put an ounce of trust into those hoes.

"Ion got friends, fuck them bitches! ... I'm going home."

You started your walk to the entrance, and after a couple steps tripped over your own feet and fell straight on your ass in front of the bar. Once again, Erik was there to pick you up off the floor.

"Get the fuck up! ... I'm taking you home."

"I don't need help!" You objected all while gripping Erik's hand as he guided you out the club. You stumbled some, begging Erik to slow down. He swore that he was walking as slow as he could, and that your 'drunk as was trippin'. But you swore it felt as if he was making you damn near sprint down this street.

"Stop! Stop! I- I just need a break." You begged.

You released his hand and plopped down on the curb. Erik let out a frustrated sigh. He had half a mind to leave your dumbass here, but what you said earlier about there not being a lot of black people on campus really resonated with him. He felt as if he had an obligation to watch out for you, especially knowing if he didn't none of these whites would.

"Y/n... Let's go." Erik implored.

But you paid it no mind. The same feeling you had when you'd come home from the swimming pool and laid in your bed, like you could still feel the water swaying your body, that was the exact feeling you had right now. When you closed your eyes, the world melted. The loud music from the club, the fact your so called friends left you, Erik's nagging. None of it mattered.

"You got a hot 10 seconds." Erik announced breaking your calm. You stuck out your bottom lip pouting some, all you wanted was to sit here on this curb. Why was that so absurd. You slowly stood up, your head spinning as you did. Erik let you grab his hand and lean against him while the two of you walked to his car.

"Your friends aren't gonna be mad you left to campus without them? I would be mad if my friends left to campus without me. Oh wait, they did."

Erik chuckled some. Although he knew your calm demeanor about the situation was a result of the alcohol, he still appreciated the way you were handling the situation.

"Nah them niggas be ight, they asses don't even go to MIT."

He had parked in the grass, in the overflow parking. With each step you took your heels sunk deeper and deeper into the grass, making it more difficult to walk. As if that was what you need, a harder time walking. At some point the grass turned into a rocky patch of gravel, and your heel landed on a rock causing your ankle to turn and twist and you almost dropped to the floor.

"Ight, I'm getting sick of this shit y/n." Erik warned.

"That wasn't me, the rock! The rock!"

Erik helped you into the car then jogged to get in the driver's seat. Once he asked where you stayed, and as hard as you thought your brain couldn't come up with an address, just a vague depiction of what you think your student housing building looked like.

"The blue building"

"Blue bui- do you know home many fucking blue building are on campus?!" He scolded.

Immediately tears swelled in you eyes. You couldn't remember where you stayed, your suitemates left you, and now Erik was yelling at you. This wasn't what your first semester was supposed to be like. This wasn't what you came all the way to Michigan for.

"My roommates left, and now you're mad at me. I don't know what I did to make you hate me so much, I- I just wanted a black friend cause all these white people be pissing me off ... I wanna go home. I wanna go back to Ft. Worth. I'm calling my mom to tell her I'm coming home." You sobbed.

You fumbled through your small black clutch for you phone, but due to the alcohol, and the tears everything meshed into one big blur.

"No, your not calling your mom and your not going back to Ft. Worth."

Erik took your whole purse and sat it on the floor, beside his feet. Tears still streamed your face, and you continued to rant on about how mad Erik was at you and how much he hated you.

"You won't even speak to me on campus!"

"I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you. Okay? I'm just trying to get you home safe. Okay. I- ... I'm sorry I made you feel that way."

The apology felt bitter coming off his tongue. If he thought you'd remember this conversation the slightest bit in the morning he wouldn't have said it. But at this point he just wanted you to stop fucking crying.

After asking a thousand questions to figure out exactly which blue building you stayed at, Erik was no closer to getting you home than before. His blood began to boil, the more frustrated he got, and he made an executive decision. If he couldn't take you back to your dorm, and he couldn't leave your ass on the side of the road, then he was just going to take you back to his apartment.

"Where are we going?!" You whined.

"My apartment, since you don't know where the fuck you live."

Erik pulled off, and started to drive. The two of you fell into silence, not like when yall first met at the cafe, this was mutual.. comfortable. Within a few minutes yall had arrived at an apartment complex that was walking distance from campus. Erik walked over to the passenger side and helped you out of the car. He held your hand as you wobbled to his apartment.

"Oh shit E, you didn't tell us you had company." One of his roommates teased as the two of you walked in the door.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" His other roommate jokes.

"Shut the fuck up, for real." Erik warned.

The two frat like white boys smiles quickly dropped, and they darted their eyes to the floor not even daring to look up at the two of you.

"C'mon." Erik mumbled guiding you to the back of the apartment, where his bedroom was.

He shuffled through his drawers, then pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. He tossed them at you, basically smacking you in the face. He told you that you could change since you probably didn't wanna sleep in your dress. You agreed.

Usually you were too bashful to change around peope, let alone a nigga. But the term liquid courage, was an accurate one. You shed your dress right there on his bed and changed into his t-shirt. Erik watched, surprised you'd strip with him in the room, but he didn't say anything.

"Imma sleep on the couch." He announced, after changing into a pair of polo sleep pants and keeping on his solid black t shirt.

"Noo, stay with me... I don't wanna go to sleep yet. Please."

Erik sighed then reluctantly sat alongside you on the bed. Again, silence filled the space around you two.

"You really should take your ass to sleep!" Erik said finally breaking the silence.

You didn't say anything. For the first time since you'd seen Erik in the cafe, you really took him in. His big arms, his low husky voice, and the gold caps in his mouth made your knees weak. You spent so much time focused on how big of an asshole this man was, you didn't realize how absolutely jaw dropping he really is.

Without much of a thought you crashed your lips into his, and to your surprise he kissed you back. Erik's hand traveled up your body until it landed at the nape of your neck. He drew you in close to him as he intensified the kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Your body felt hot all over. You couldn't deny how bad you wanted him, and you wanted him now. While he kissed you, you tugged at the hem of his polo sleep pants, and at this point Erik broke away from you. He wiped the edge of his mouth averting his eyes from your gaze, then standing up.

"Go to sleep." He mumbled before flipping off the light and walking out.

Taglist: @chaneajoyyy @missshae @thehomierobbstark @killmongersbaby @elaindeereads @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @tip222u @irisindigonightmare

#Erik Killmonger #erik × reader #erik stevens #black panther #fanfic #michael b jordan #black reader #southern hospitality

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lyricfulloflight · 4 years

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50 Questions!!!

That’s a lot of questions folks!

I was tagged by @hellfre (thank you my dear!)

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

Pink. I am not a pick girl, but its a good hairbrush, so who cares what colour it is, right?

2. Name a food you never eat:

Olives.

3. Are you typically to warm or too cold?

Generally too warm.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Writing chapter 10 of ‘An Omega’s Worth’ and listening to Hans Zimmer scores :)

5. What’s your favourite candy bar?

Wunderbar

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

Yes. Baseball, Canadian football and tennis.

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

"Is everything quiet?” To my husband (asking if our kids were sleeping)

8. What is your favourite ice cream?

Mint chocolate chip

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Apple juice

10. Do you like your wallet?

Yes! It has owls all over it. Super cute.

11. What was the last thing you ate?

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Has anyone??? I haven’t been clothes shopping in a while.

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?

I’ve been watching tons of Olympic clips on youtube lately. I think the last one I watched was synchronized diving from the 2012 London games.

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

Kettle corn (if that’s not a thing where you are its salty and sweet and amazing).

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?

My husband.

16. Ever go camping?

Yup. Went last summer with my family. Kids are finally old enough to go.

17. Do you take vitamins?

Not right now. I have in the past.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

No. I’m an atheist.

19. Do you have a tan?

I’m getting a bit of one from walking home from work. But really. Too early in the year for that here.

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Pizza. But to be fair you cannot get good Chinese food where I live - if I had the option of good Chinese food, I might feel differently.

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw?

Sometimes. I don’t drink much soda at all.

22. What colour socks do you usually wear?

Whatever colour. I’m not picky.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Sure. 5-10km above the speed limit is acceptable on major roads. I’m not a frequent speeder, but I have done it.

24. What terrifies you?

Death. Scorpions.

25. Look to your left. What do you see?

My dining room table and all the clutter on top of it

26. What chore do you hate most?

Vacuuming.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

I think about how everything is Australia is trying to kill you... or how hot it is there (and why I would never go there on vacation for that reason)

28. What’s your favourite soda?

Cherry Dr. Pepper

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru?

Drive throughs - now and generally. We bring it home and eat as a family with the kids.

30. What’s your favourite number?

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?

My husband

32. Favourite cut of beef?

No idea. I like steak, but I’m not picky about the cut as long as it cooked well.

33. Last song you listened to?

Listening to Hans Zimmer right now - Pearl Harbour score

34. Last book you read?

The Magpie Lord - read it today and really enjoyed it!

35. Favourite day of the week?

Saturday!

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Maybe? I’m not trying cause its late and I’m too tired for that shit.

37. How do you like your coffee?

Far far away from me. I hate coffee.

38. Favourite pair of shoes?

My black and red plaid Toms.

39. Time you normally get up?

6am ish... wish it was later, but my kids are early birds.

40. Sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

I have none - I only use the sheet right now. But my husband uses a comforter. We always have separate blankets cause I sleep really hot and he sleeps cold.

42. Describe your kitchen plates.

We have plain white corning ware ones that I like the best and fancy ones that are black and kind of turquoise that are square and we both regret buying, lol.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment.

It’s cluttered with stuff all over the counters. It looks like the kitchen of a home where 5 people live...

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?

I like Moscato - its a really sweet, fruity white wine. Or Mike’s Black Cherry Hard Lemonade. Or anything fruity and girly, like margaritas.

45. Do you play cards?

I do. Not as often now as I used to. I played crib with my mom a couple weeks ago.

46. What colour is your car?

It’s a weird grey/brown colour.

47. Do you know how to change a tire?

Sadly, no.

48. Your favourite state?

Liquid.

We have no states, so I’ll say my favourite province - which is Ontario, where I was born.

49. Favourite job you’ve had?

The one I have now.

50. How did you get your biggest scar?

It’s not quite a scar per se, but it is a big marking. I have three black lines on my right knee. I got them when I fell down a dirt hill at sports camp when I was 11. It was a deep cut and some of the dirt got stuck in there and then it healed over. So I have this dirt just stuck inside my knee. It has never cause me any problems, its just there.

Edit: I just realized my biggest is my c-section scar... but I never think about it, so I forgot...I swear I’m a good mom! Promise!

I’m tagging: @akasanata, @gerec, @elimaryholmes

#tag game #50 questions is a lot of questions folks!#guess you know me really well now

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Beer Challenge | Çağlar Söyüncü

Confession: this is mostly a love letter to my girls @words-for-marcus @sweetlikesugar9 @comfortablechaox and @vandijksthighs so be warned. There is also a video that accompanies this but I can’t link it so if you’d like me to send it to you please DM (or go through my likes - you should know it when you see it lol). Shoutout to @vandijksthighs for encouraging this and to @spursondele @chocolate-frogs @idiotsfc @lionspridetingz and @eastxfeden for reading this and giving me your thoughts! <3 As for Si, Loz and Liv: please don’t hate me for this aha

Word Count: 3,058 >_<

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It was a beautiful sunny day in Barcelona and the guys had decided to rent a yacht for the day. You and their girlfriends had insisted that just spending time on the beach was fine but they didn’t listen. Initially, you had rolled your eyes at the lavish yacht, but you were quickly warming up to it.

You and the girls were laying out on the bow, enjoying the warm rays of the sun while the yacht went a little far into the water to get away from the crowds of people. The timer on your phone went off and you rolled to your stomach to get an even tan, lost in your own little world.

Çağlar watched you from his place on the yacht, his mind racing. You and he were the only two single people on this trip and he was hoping to come out of it with at least a date with you. So far, all that had happened between the two of you was a couple stilted conversations that had thankfully been interrupted by Harvey, Ben, James or one of their girlfriends.

Your laugh brought Çağlar out of his thoughts and he watched as you said something to the girls and got up. “Margaritas, anyone?” You asked, looking over at Ben and James who nodded. You bounded down the bow, your fingers brushing over Çağlar’s arm as you made eye contact with him. “What about you, Çağlar?” You asked, your voice low.

“Evet,” he murmured, nodding. You gave him a bright smile and Çağlar swore he could see a blush on your cheeks that hadn’t been there before.

A few minutes later you returned, pitcher of margaritas in hand. Everyone gathered round while you poured the drinks, handing each frozen glass to someone. Your breath hitched when your hands brushed Çağlar’s as you handed him his glass and you hoped he hadn’t heard.

You watched with a hint of jealousy as James looped his tattooed arm around his girl Si’s shoulders. She giggled when he pressed a kiss to her temple and you had to suppress a noise of disgusted jealousy. Ben grabbed Loz by the wrist and pulled her into his lap, earning himself a playful annoyed slap at the potential possibility of spilled margarita that had him laughing. Harvey tried to get a reaction out of Liv by trying to dip his finger in her drink but all he got was a glare harsher than the sun that had you smiling at their odd dynamic that seemed to fit them perfectly.

“Do you mind?” You asked Çağlar as you sat down next to him, comfortably putting your feet across his thighs. All he could do was shake his head, silently praying you stayed where you were.

All eight of you sat around, talking and laughing while sipping your drinks. James had pulled up funny Tik Toks and was going through them. “Now, this is something I’d like to see,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at Si as he clicked on the video.

The video started out with three girls in bikinis, a man’s hand holding a can of beer off-camera. Beer poured out down the first girl’s tits and into the second girl’s mouth while another can of beer did the same thing off the second girl into the third girl’s mouth.

“You’re insane if you think we’re doing that,” Liv scoffed, draining her margarita. Harvey ruffled her hair and she stuck her tongue out at him, a bit of a smile peeking through, though.

Both Ben and James were looking at Loz and Si expectantly, both girls with varying reactions. Loz was silent, a shocked expression on her face as she sipped her marg, not meeting her boyfriend’s gaze. Si seemed to be contemplating the pros and cons of getting beer on her new swimsuit she’d been gushing about since you all got on the yacht.

“This is crazy,” you spoke up, setting your margarita on the table as you stood up and walked over to the cooler full of beer. “Çağlar, you in?” You asked as you pulled out two cans of beer and sauntered back.

Çağlar’s eyes went wide in surprise and you could practically feel everyone’s eyes on you. “Sure,” he replied, trying to remain nonchalant.

“Perfect,” you said, shooting him a devilish grin. “I only have one condition: you do me and I do you.”

“Oh, hell yes!” James shouted, clapping his hands like an excited child. “I’m here for this!”

You bent over, giving Çağlar the perfect view of your ass as you pulled your long hair back into a ponytail. When you stood back up, you shot him a grin over your shoulder. “What are you waiting for? Stand up - I’m on my knees first.”

It took all of Çağlar’s willpower and concentration in order to not get hard at the sight of you on your knees for him.

You focused on the man in front of you, trying to slow your breathing so he couldn’t see just how badly it was affecting you to be on your knees like this looking up at him through your lashes. The sound of James popping open a can brought you back to reality and you shot Çağlar one last cheeky grin before bracing yourself on him. His ‘4’ chain gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight and in any other circumstance you probably would have laughed at his ridiculously-short swim trunks. One hand landed on the script inked on his side, the other on the ‘V’ of his hips and you swore you saw his abs tighten as he sucked in a breath.

Çağlar gasped as the cold beer hit his chest and trailed down. All the shouts of your friends seemed to fade as you slurped the beer from his chest, your tongue swirling over his belly button at the beer that pooled there. Çağlar couldn’t help the fact that his hands fisted in your hair as the sensations raced over him and he hoped that nobody heard him groan.

“My turn,” you croaked, popping up from your knees as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Fuck,” James cut in, shaking his head. “That was so hot.” He turned his attention to Si for a brief moment. “Babe, you sure you don’t wanna try this?”

“In a minute,” Si mused, her gaze trained on you and Çağlar. “Gotta see how this ends.”

“Don’t know how you’re not fucking tenting in your shorts right now, mate,” James commented crudely, his hands briefly brushing over his dick. “Lil Madders might end up making an appearance here soon.”

You were vaguely aware of Si making some comment about her boyfriend’s ‘junk’ and Liv covering her eyes in mock-disgust, but with Çağlar’s hands on your body you could barely think. His mouth was obscenely close to your tits and your brain was keenly aware of the fact that with one well-placed tug your bikini top would be off and you could have Çağlar’s mouth on your bare tits instead.

“Hold on,” Çağlar interrupted right before James was about to open and pour the beer. He shifted so he was kneeling on one knee, pulling you down to sit down on his powerful thigh so he had even better access to your tits. “Much better,” he murmured, his gaze flicking briefly from your eyes back downward.

“Oh, shit,” you heard Ben hoot out as he and Harvey high-fived at Çağlar’s bold move.

You turned into Çağlar, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders, vaguely aware that your nails were probably going to be digging into bits of the lion’s mane inked on his back. You couldn’t help the breathy squeal that left your lips when the cold beer hit your tits and you involuntarily pressed your chest closer to Çağlar’s lips. He held onto you on either side of your tits, his thumbs dangerously close to sliding up underneath your bikini top. You felt his grip on you tighten and you bit down on your bottom lip to stop the moan that desperately wanted to escape.

All too soon the beer was gone and you were barely able to breathe, especially when Çağlar looked up at you with his face still buried in your tits. Time moved slowly as your eyes searched his, both of you holding your true feelings back for a myriad of reasons.

You were dragged out of your bubble with Çağlar when motion caught your gaze. Si and Loz were both rooting through the cooler, excited chatter flying between them as they planned their own versions. “Are you ever going to let me go?” You asked playfully, your voice still a bit thick with lust.

Çağlar released you quickly and you didn’t miss the blush that coloured his cheeks as he helped you up. “Sorry,” he muttered, his eyes not meeting yours.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, one hand resting on his chest. You didn’t want to move it just yet, loving the feeling of Çağlar’s rapid heartbeat under your palm but you did anyway, not wanting to torture yourself much longer. “Liv, you gonna get in on the action?” You asked, turning your attention to Harvey’s girlfriend and shooting her a cheeky grin.

“Maybe,” she replied cryptically, giving Harvey a look. In a flash, he was bounding over to the cooler and grabbing a beer, arguing with Liv about who was going to get doused in beer for the other’s arousal.

You sat back down and watched the chaos ensue. James was man-spreading as he lounged back in his seat, Si kneeling between his legs as Ben poured the beer down James’s chest. “Are you sure you won’t let me return the favour?” James asked again when the beer can was empty. Si shook her head but leaned in to whisper something in his ear that had him nodding while grinning eagerly as he pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply.

Çağlar surprised you by sitting back down next to you, silently slipping his arm around your shoulders. Your stomach fluttered at his touch and you tried to hide the goofy grin on your face as you watched Liv pour beer over Loz so Ben could slurp the cold liquid as he buried his face in his girlfriend’s tits. Both of them were breathing heavily when Ben came up for air and it wasn’t even a second later before Loz was leaning down to kiss him.

“Need a hand?” You asked, your gaze shifting between Liv and Harvey, intrigued to see how this would go down. You watched as Liv and Harvey had a low, heated discussion that ended with her smiling and pulling Harvey away from everyone else, the two of them so wrapped up in each other that the rest of the world didn’t seem to exist.

You took a moment to study Çağlar from underneath the safety of your sunglasses. The Turk had always intrigued you and now that you’d gotten the opportunity to put your mouth on him, you desperately wanted more. He always seemed so serious and there was a part of you that wanted to break through that rough exterior and find out what was underneath. You went to drink the rest of your margarita to find it already gone and made a disappointed noise in the back of your throat that caught Çağlar’s attention. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice low.

You nodded, shivers racing down your spine at the timbre of his voice. “I’ll be back,” you said as you got up and went to the galley to make more margaritas. With shaking hands you measured out the ingredients and put them in the blender. “Fuck,” you murmured when you pressed the button to start the blender but nothing happened.

“Do you need some help?” Came Çağlar’s voice, making you jump and turn around.

“Maybe,” you replied, trying to keep your voice even. “I think there’s something wrong with the blender.”

You gasped as you felt Çağlar reach around you and try something. His bare chest was flush against your back and you could feel his chain pressing into your mid-back, the warm metal sending goosebumps racing across your body. “Do you need me to move?” You asked, trying to keep your breathing even.

“No, I should have it.” Çağlar was easily a head taller than you and it was hard not to feel both safe and sexy in his arms simultaneously.

“I think it’s just broken, Çağlar,” you said, sighing. Blended margaritas were better than iced ones in your opinion but you could make do. He stepped back to let you turn around and when you did you found yourself face-to-face with him in the galley. “Hi,” you whispered, a small smile on your face as you looked up at him.

“Hi,” he replied, the look in his eyes from earlier returning as he finally had the chance to be alone with you.

You took a step toward him, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “Sorry if I made things awkward ear-”

“You didn’t,” he rumbled, pinning you between himself and the counter. “Siktir, seni çok istiyorum,” Çağlar cursed before threading his fingers through your hair and kissing you deeply. Fuck, I want you so badly.

You kissed him back with just as much fervor, swallowing his moans of approval that ended up in your mouth. By the time the kiss ended, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against one another as your breaths mixed together. Before you could stop yourself, your hand was reaching for his chain, mesmerised by the feel of it underneath your fingertips. Çağlar let out a low growl, his hand coming up to grab your wrist.

“Been thinking about how I wanna fuck you while you wear my chain around your neck,” he said, using his other hand to take it off his neck and place it on yours. The 4 fit perfectly in-between the valley of your breasts and Çağlar’s eyes darkened with arousal when he noticed. “Çok güzelsin,” he mused, his calloused hands sliding up your torso to cup your tits. So beautiful. You whimpered and arched your back, making him chuckle. He leaned down to kiss your neck, smiling as he heard your breath hitch at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “Normally, I would have patience and I would take my time,” he started, nibbling on your earlobe. “But not today.” He untied your bikini top, finally baring your breasts to him. In a flash, he had you seated on the counter, your legs spread so he could stand between them.

“Çağlar, please!” You begged as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth while his thumb brushed over the other to send the sensation straight to your clit.

“Love seeing you with my number on you,” he growled, tugging on the chain to make you gasp. Your skin felt like it was on fire and you couldn’t get enough of the man in front of you.

“Just fuck me already,” you pleaded, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Çağlar smirked at you, one hand sliding between your legs so he could push your bikini bottoms to the side. You let out a low whine as you felt his knuckle brush across your sensitive clit. He freed his cock from his swim trunks and your eyes went wide. His veiny cock was already rock-hard and pulsing, the tip leaking precum as he stroked it. You spread your legs wider, placing your feet on the edge of the counter to give Çağlar access to your dripping cunt.

Both of you let out a moan when he finally slid into you, going slow so you could feel every inch of him. Your walls clenched around his length and you saw Çağlar’s expression tighten at the pleasure your pussy was bringing him. He got impatient, grabbing you by the hips and thrusting into you hard and fast, burying himself balls-deep inside you. The chain bounced between the two of you as Çağlar pounded into you, the only sounds in the galley your moans and the skin-to-skin contact as he fucked you mercilessly.

Your nails raked down the lion inked on his back, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Çağlar had a hand fisted in your hair and you loved the feeling it evoked every time he tugged on it. You moaned his name, begging him to kiss you and he eagerly obliged, his tongue tangling with yours as he did so.

It didn’t take long after that for Çağlar to get close to his orgasm, your pussy spasming around his cock in ways that had him almost incoherent. He found your clit and circled it, smirking with pride as you mewled and pressed closer to him. “Cum for me,” he murmured, the gravel in his voice scraping deliciously over your skin to send you right over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm that triggered his own.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, panting. “That was…”

Çağlar gave you a knowing grin, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. “I wanna taste your pussy next,” he promised and your cunt clenched around his dick at his dirty words. “Don’t do that,” he warned, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Or what?” You challenged, repeating the action and Çağlar groaned. “You’ll spank me?”

“I just might have to,” he rasped, the edge in his voice telling you he was serious, but he pulled out of you before he could make good on his word right this moment. “We better get back - I’m sure everyone’s looking for us.”

You couldn’t stop the blush that stained your cheeks as you and Çağlar returned from the galley. Both James and Ben shot you knowing looks, but you also knew that they’d had some much-needed alone time with their girls. Liv and Harvey were still nowhere to be found, but when the two finally returned they were in much the same state as you and Çağlar.

“Anyone up for another round?” James asked, popping open another beer with a grin on his face. Everyone laughed and shook their heads, content to just lounge around and enjoy the rest of the day on the yacht.

#cags writing #cags originals

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