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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 days
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Ooh prompts okay - haven't seen this one yet so something on Harry/Bucky, please? I've always watched their interaction in the medical wing with heart eyes - Just thought Croz was really cute all flustered with Bucky like that, and I just think these two would be absolutely adorable.
The thing is, Crosby figures, everyone has a little crush on Bucky. It's not like it's difficult. He's friendly. He's sweet. He's smart. He's very tall and has wide shoulders and huge hands.
"And he sings better than you," Bubbles says.
"That, too," Crosby replies, two sips shy of finishing his third martini. He should not have ordered a third martini. He gets motor-mouthed and horny on his third martini.
"Yeah, I know, you say that every third martini," Bubbles says.
"Am I talking out loud?" Crosby asks.
"Oh, yeah," Bubbles says.
Well, that's no good. Now it's possible Bucky's heard him say that he thinks he's got a crush on him. Because Bucky's sitting across the table and smiling at him.
"Hey, Croz, come here a sec," Bucky says.
"Sure," Crosby replies. He finishes his drink and walks over to Bucky. There's no place to sit.
"Sure there is," Bucky says, leaning back in his chair and patting his lap. "Plenty of room."
"You're a whore," Buck says like he's reading the windspeed outside.
"Me?" Crosby asks.
"No," Buck replies. "Your chair."
"Oh, I should sit," Crosby says and does so right on Bucky's lap. "Oh, hi, Bucky."
"Hey, Croz."
This close, Crosby can smell Bucky's cologne and see his curls coming loose from the Brylcreem.
"Yeah, those little side ones do that," Bucky says. "Smooth 'em back, will you?"
"This is obscene," Buck says. "Bubbles, you wanna get another round?"
"Naw, it's better if I'm here to remember for posterity. Croz gets a little fuzzy after three martinis."
Crosby wants to say he does not--
"You do, too."
But he's combing the little curls over Bucky's ears, and it feels really nice.
"Yeah, it does," Bucky says. One of his hands curls on Crosby's hip, and the other he cups on Crosby's cheek. "Hey, can I give you a kiss?"
"Sure," Crosby replies because why wouldn't he agree.
"I can think of several reasons," Buck says as he comes back from the bar.
"Huh?" Crosby asks, but then Bucky's got his face in both hands and he's kissing him, and it's...
"Did he really try to keep narrating that?" Buck asks, looking at Bubbles.
"Oh, yeah, does it all the time."
Buck glances back at Bucky and Crosby. Crosby's still petting the curls by Bucky's ears, and Bucky's got both hands on Crosby's waist now. "Is he gonna remember this happened?"
"Most of it," Bubbles says. "He gets fuzzy, like I said, but it's not too bad. He might not mention it happened, though, if he decides he embarrassed himself."
Buck shakes his head. "Chances of that?"
"High," Bubbles says, and he and Buck share a grin.
Bucky pulls away from Crosby's mouth and looks at Bubbles. "He gonna think that if he wakes up next to me tomorrow?"
"Honestly? Maybe. You gotta catch him before he thinks too much about it. So...five minutes after he's up?"
Bucky wrinkles his nose. Crosby whispers something in his ear. "Just a second," he says to Crosby, kissing his cheek. "What if I walk up to him whenever I roll out of bed tomorrow and just plant another one on him?"
"That'd work, but he's gonna blush."
Bucky grins. "Oh, he's cute when he blushes."
Buck sighs and slouches against his chair. "You're shameless," he says to Bucky.
"Yeah, and look where it got me," Bucky replies, waving a hand at Crosby. "Lap full of the smartest guy in the room."
Buck glances at Bubbles. "You're going to let him insult you like that?"
Bubbles shrugs. "Not really an insult when it's true."
Buck finally cracks, laughing quietly and leaning over so he and Bubbles can tap bottles. "Good point."
"I am gonna pour this pretty thing into bed," Bucky says, standing up and putting Crosby on his feet. "Don't worry, Bubbles, I won't follow after him."
"I don't really believe you," Bubbles replies.
"That's a good instinct," Buck says.
Bucky waves at them both and holds Crosby close as they walk off.
"Thank goodness," Buck mutters once he and Bubbles are alone at the table. "Bucky's crush was getting ridiculous."
Bubbles laughs. "Told you, the third martini works every time."
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rrenzwrld · 1 month
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nobody else, nothing else
connie x bimbo cheerleader!black reader
finally got a chance to continue this concept! i actually like how it turned out even though it doesn’t show the whole bimbo cheerleader aspect. i just got carried away into the fic but i might think up more hcs…anyways enjoy!
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ever since connie asked you out and your relationship progressed, he felt pressure. he felt some kind of pressure from anyone who’s ever known you or him to do things that he wasn’t used to doing.
“she’s high maintenance.” he knew that and didn’t mind catering to you whenever he could. you were the sweetest person ever and deserved the world.
“she’s way out of your league man. ain’t no way you pulled that” maybe you were but if you didn’t care, neither did he.. at least he tried not to. you were beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, kind, everything someone would only get in a dream.
“she’s too good for you. you don’t know how to handle her” they spoke of you as if you could be handled like a pet or something. like you were this wild animal he had to tame or you’d spiral out of control. most of the time connie didn’t care about what was said but if he was left with his thoughts for too long, it’d be good for no one.
“connie, you been ignoring and avoiding me. why?” he couldn’t tell you that.
“there’s a lot of stuff on my mind.”
“what, so you don’t have time for me anymore? you have time for basketball and everything else.”
“it’s not you.”
“that’s hard to believe.”
“y/n.. can you please? i don’t wanna talk right now.” you were visibly hurt. he could never tell you to go away but something was different today. he didn’t wanna let you see him in a way that you weren’t used to seeing
“oh really?” he could see your body shift at his words and it hurt him to see you like that but he didn’t wanna burden you with his insecurities. “well,” you looked down at your shoes. “let me know whenever you’re ready to talk.” he knew how you operated and even though you insinuated that your lines of communication would be open to him still, that phrase for you only meant that you’d have your phone on dnd for the rest of the day and there was no getting through to you until the end of it.
the day went on and connie found himself standing outside of the door of your last class, waiting for you to walk out of it. his thoughts had been consuming him all day but all he wanted was you in his arms to take all of that away. he couldn’t afford for you to be upset with him right now.
“y/n.” connie grabbed your arm as he saw you nearly walk past without acknowledging him. you looked at the loose grip on your arm.
“constance.”
“stop that.”
“stop what?”
“that. being childish, you know i don’t like when you call me that.”
“and i don’t like when you’re not honest with me.” you crossed your arms stern over your chest, letting him know you weren’t backing down from the topic at hand earlier.
“ay, tesoro…can we please not do this right now?” you shrugged.
“maybe not now but we have to talk about it after practice. promise?” you held out your pinky. of course connie wouldn’t tell anyone his feelings if he didn’t have to but it was you. he wanted to be able to do anything for you so he intertwined his pinky with yours.
“good. call me later?”
“of course, i love you.” he leaned in to quickly place a peck on your cheek before he left to get ready for practice while you waited for your mom to get you because you didn’t have cheer practice that day.
when practice was over, connie went home and make sure all his stuff was done before he decided to call you. the two of you called each other almost every night but this particular call was making him nervous.
“i’m guessing you’re ready to talk?” connie sighed loudly and you giggled at how annoyed he was but you pondered about why sharing his feelings was so difficult with you.
“i guess so.”
“so, what’s been going on? what’s been on your mind?” connie didn’t think he’d have to address these particular concerns with you and was worried as to if you’d judge him or not even though that wasn’t your character.
“just…some insecurities, that’s all.”
“elaborate, please?”
“people say i don’t deserve you and i don’t like how that makes me feel.” you didn’t like how that made you feel either and connie’s softened tone hadn’t made it easier. “makes me feel like a shitty boyfriend, ya know? like what do they think i’m doing wrong? am i doing anything wrong? what’s wrong with me? do you really deserve bette—“
“baby.” you interrupted his rambling. “you’re perfect, okay? you have nothing to prove to me and especially not to whoever is saying those things to you.” you sweet voice calmed connie over the phone but he knew he’d feel much better if he had one of your hugs to pair along with it. “i love you, you love me and that’s all that matters. nobody else, nothing else, alright?” connie stayed quiet for a moment before answering.
“yeah.”
“nobody else, nothing else.” in the back of connie’s mind, he didn’t think he deserved you. he believed he was too flawed for you and you were supposed to have someone as perfect as yourself. but you didn’t care about any of that. you loved connie for connie and no matter how imperfect he thought he was, he was perfect for you.
“now, how was practice?”
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portgasdwrld · 6 months
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Strawhat reactions to a chiropractor or massage therapist joining their crew? (Sfw) I know they get injured and could use it.
I love those random ideas lately 😭helps me out if my writer block💕
📂Strawhat + chiropractor/massage therapist reader joining their crew
Mostly them reacting to you proposing them a session
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Luffy
He’s so fucking excited. He’s jumping everywhere, begging to be your first client. He’s already laying down in your office to have his body cracked, but then you realize as you do it that his body is literally made of rubber and it’s impossible for you to work on him. When you tell him the news, he’s whining and tells you to try again😭 He’s all pouty so you decide to massage him and that put him out to sleep real quick. He went from sulking to sleeping. When he woke up, he commented about how good this was and truly he never felt this alive in a while.
Zoro
He would totally refuse at first and complain about how he doesn’t need it and how he only needs to rest a little (a good nap), and he will be fine. But then you actually try to convince him to do it, as you saw how much his body had to go through with his training, the battles, his poor sleep position… He finally agrees only after Chopper tells him how it can better his performance and make him feel more relaxed. He barely admits that it did in fact made him feel better, but now he jumps to the occasion whenever you propose it 🚶🏻‍♀️
Nami & Robin
The girls are so freaking happy especially Nami. She pretty much asks you for a session whenever she feels sore after working hard on maps or when she had to fight. She chats to you about life and tell you some gossips. She loves to make conversation and treat it a bit like a spa day.
Robin was down to try it, but she usually use her devil fruit if she feels sore somewhere and need to release some built up tension, because of stress or battles. Basically, she never needed someone for that, but after Nami told her how amazing you were, she gave it a try. She’s mostly silent and take this time to relax her body and empty her thoughts.
Usopp
He’s a bit scared at first because he heard some people talk about horror stories at the chiropractor. He heard some people got their bones cracked with no going back to normal or how some doctor were secretly psychopath 💀💀💀 To say the least, he really didn’t see the appeal to risk his life like this 😔 If you poke fun at his ego, he might do it just to prove it to you that he isn’t scared (his legs are shaking the moment he enters your office). He has difficulty relaxing which put you off , You have to wait for couple minutes, make him sips some relaxing tea. When it finally happens, he’s bragging about how cool it is and how everyone should do it🙄 there is legit nothing to be scared off pfff???
Sanji
I don’t know why, but I get the feel Sanji would somewhat be shy 😭 When you ask him if he wanna have a session to help with his stress, he would just look at you like 😳?? He would try to make analogy to food, like it’s a bit like how he hit(?) the meat before cooking it so it’s tender, but in that case it’s gonna make him relaxed. You kinda just stare and nod because whut 😭 He honestly could use it with all the cooking he does and the fights. He loved it but he got flustered a lot. He was red-shy when he left 🚶🏻‍♀️
Brook
He’s a skeleton.
Franky
Finally FRANKYYY, this man was BORN for this. He is so excited and is so talkative. He asks you when you started and why did it became your profession. He pretty much tell you to only focus on the back of his body because it’s less solid than the rest of his cyborg body. So you went in for a massage and he’s really vocal through it. As it ends, he tells you he’s happy you joined and he will be a regular which makes you laugh because you two are literally on the same boat lol 😭
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hyewka · 11 months
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dude sub!beomgyu is so hot. but you know what's hotter? bratty, possessive sub!gyu. maybe i'm biased cuz i like my men like that but likeeeee
wanna overstimulate him so bad until he's crying and whining for more 😵‍💫😵‍💫 n he probably acts like a bitch at the start, acting all confident and dominant.. yet the second you start fucking him he just folds :(
literally pushing my obsessive sub gyu agenda on everyone but he'd probably fuck you after seeing you getting all close with someone else as a way to show dominance 😵‍💫 gyu seems like the type who'd overstim himself inside of you too, moaning shit like "you're mine" as he chokes on his sobs.. might as well flip him over and let him know he belongs to you only :))
anyways i'm kinda hungry 😍
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warnings; sub!yandere-ish beomgyu, cockwarming, mentions of overstim? hair pulling, reader’s equally obsessive sorta, not proofread
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You twist your sore wrist, trying to relieve the pain Beomgyu you think, or at least hope, had unintentionally inflicted. But with the way he's been increasingly needy the more time you had spent shopping, the more you're sure it was far from an accident.
So it was no surprise how fast he got you on the bed when you finally went back home.
“You’re so mean to me.” he mutters in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin. Beomgyu has you pinned under him, his hold unforgiving, pressing down on your body. “You do it on purpose. Make me so fucking crazy, I hate it.”
You flutter your eyes shut when his lips make contact with your sensitive flesh, the slight nip making you breathe heavier. “Beomgyu.” you try warning, to stop him from going further, but it only spurs him on.
Earlier, you stumbled upon Jeongin-- your old highschool friend, while window shopping with Beomgyu by your side. Naturally, you'd want to catch up as you haven't seen him since the last highschool reunion which was two years ago. The longer you spent enthusiastically talking, the more you felt Beomgyu's fingertip dig into your wrist.
You figured he was jealous, and when Beomgyu was jealous, he was different in the sense that he needed reassurance. A lot of it.
When he starts sucking harshly, marking all over your neck down to your collarbones, hips increasingly grinding against your clothed core, his grunts ceasing to be an act slipping his neediness against your skin, you run up your hand to the back of his head grabbing a fistful— you were always fine with his desperation to give you hickeys whenever he felt insecure, laying pliant and letting him cover you with varying purple splotches but the drawn line was always him fucking you.
And that was exactly what he was trying to do, whore.
You yank his head back and the horny dog has no shame letting the blush creep up his cheeks even when he hisses out a curse. “Who gave you the right to grind against me?”
“What? I can’t try to fuck my girlfriend but you can go around whoring with—"
He shrieks when you pull his hair again, his scalp burning, tears already brimming on his waterline. “You have such a filthy mouth pup, I ought to put it to better use, no?”
His eyes still have the audacity to look down at you. You sneer, a soft scoff escaping your lips. Beomgyu has always been one to try and dom during sex, which you wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that you knew the poor boy was weak after a single twist to his bud.
After a few beats of silence, you decide to pull him down for a quick kiss, a mix of saliva and tongue, before you abruptly stop reciprocating and Beomgyus left whimpering against your lips urging you to continue. You put your hand on his chest, getting him to reluctantly pull away. “No. You have to fix your attitude first.”
He shakes his head, “You’re the one whos been talking about Jungwoon or whatever his name is—"
“Jeongin.”
“I don’t care! You couldn’t shut up about him the entire way here! I hate it. It feels like he could sweep you off your feet when I’m not paying attention and then—and then you’ll…” his assertive demeanor cracks in a flash, his face flushed, lower lip quivering up into a pout, “You’ll leave me and, and—“
You don’t let him finish, flicking his forehead to which his hand immediately fly up to rub as if you just smacked it. “Ouch? What was that for?”
“You’re such a dumb boy.” You say shaking your head. “I mentioned Jeongin once. Once during our way here because you seemed so bothered by how we knew each other.”
You weren’t lying, proven by the way Beomgyu tries to counter your point, but closes his mouth after nothing comes out. A sly smile, and your hands already sneakily sliding up his loose hoodie, thumb finding their way to graze his already hard nipples, “Baby boy got stupid jealous just because I talked to a guy, huh?”
His arms that were holding him up, pinned next to both sides of your body had started to tremble. So fast, it was almost comical.
“Shut up. He wasn’t just some guy. He was totally into you.”
You rub his bud in circles, cooing at how his hair falls over his face, as he tries to gain composure. “Really? You thought he was checking me out too?” you tease, making sure to catch him off guard with a random pinch.
His body jerks, a strained exhale leaving his lips before hes too weak to keep himself up anymore, head falling to bury itself in the crook of your neck, getting you to feel his bulge against your thigh. He was already giving up.
“Stooop.” he whines, continuing to rub his crotch on your inner thigh. “You’re so mean to me.”
You decide to give it up, instead twirling a strand of his soft hair as he gets more and more feverish against your leg. “N-no more teasing. Have to be inside you.” he finally breathes out, a call of desperation, so needy Beomgyu was.
Beomgyu who’s too impatient to fully take off your skirt, only pulling them up before he bunches up your panties to the side, his tip barely protruding your entrance before he pushes in his red dick in, so inexperienced and stupid, shuddering as he keeps his cock buried.
“You have to move pup.” you instruct lightly, trying to fuck yourself on his dick, but it proves impossible as Beomgyu shakes his head adamantly.
His breathing is heavy, dumb mind already filled with esctasy, head finding comfort in the warmth of your shoulder, cock drilled so deep inside he might go insane with your warmth, “Wanna stay in here forever."
“And ever.” he sighs, sucking on your abused hickeys again. “So you’ll never leave.”
It should’ve been concerning, a red flag to look back on but what happens if you feel the same way? Having him only be by your side.
Beomgyu who finally starts moving, ever so slightly, moaning with each small sharp snap into you. It takes you by complete shock when his pace goes a complete 180, Beomgyu becoming crazed, his thrusts quickly becoming sharp and erratic, so similar to his humping earlier with no particular rhythm, hammering into you, each love proclamation as tears waste no time to stain his cheeks, body shuddering with his head feeling light, drool trickling down under his chin, “Mine, mine, mine. Jeongin can’t have you like this. You’re mine.”
His body presses against yours, leaving no room for breathing, kissing you so roughly, yet his soft lips are a contrast, “I only belong to you. Nobody else—ha!”
His hips stagger, lanky body once looming over you so weak and frail. “N-no! Am cumming, cumming—“ he babbles so loudly, the sight so beautiful, his lashes more pronounced with the wetness of his tears. He belongs to you, he’s right. Just pressing against where his nipples are gets him to cum prematurely. You smirk feeling smug, even when simply the sound of his cute moans has you weak. You feel his hot load shoot inside you, bad boy.
He tries to catch his breath, clearly dumb fucked, chest heaving, as he falls to your side on the bed. You don’t let the boy get away so easily after not even making sure you finished.
The terrified look in his eyes as you swiftly get on top of him, switching positions was enough for you to know that this was going to be a long fucking night.
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everlastlady · 6 months
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Love Me, Love Me Part 2
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✰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! My heroes, villains, and civilians welcome to part two of yandere Miguel O 'Hara hcs, I decided to name it love love me because usually when I write yandere shit I think of the song stalker tango by auto hearts. I'll leave it on here so that you guys can listen to the song, I wanna thank those for the support because they'll be in the tags. I might do a part 3 but if you love this story please remember to comment, heart, and reblog. Don't forget to take your medicine, drink water, shower, and rest. And remember always support your local writers.
✰ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @miguelslefteyebrow @s0fia4 @aliensbelieveinme-blog1 @selarus
✰ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mental abuse, drugging, and threats.
✰ Part 1
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♡ You lost track of how many days you been with Miguel but you always waited for him to come home. You would greet him with a hug and a kiss like he taught you. Because if you didn't then he would punish you and you certainly didn't want to go back to the punishment room. So you always gave him a kiss and a hug. Miguel would make you both dinner while talking about his day and the society. You tried asking Miguel if you could visit the society, that you would behave and stay by his side. " No my love forget about the society all you need is here and all you need is me so don't you dare ask again or else... " He would squeeze the pot handle almost breaking it. So you didn't dare ask again and just enjoyed dinner with Miguel.
♡ You couldn't leave the apartment ever. If you needed something then Miguel would get it or have it delivered. He couldn't risk you escaping or letting anyone see you. Miguel had a security system to make sure you couldn't leave. It was lonely and Miguel could tell that you were lonely so he got you a cat which you named (cat's name) and you loved that cat but now whenever you stepped out of line Miguel would threaten you by saying he'll kill the cat in front of you or leave it somewhere on the city streets. Not wanting to part with the fluffy creature that made you happy, you listened.
♡ A part of you loved Miguel but a part of you knew it was wrong that it wasn't love. But you couldn't help but stay wrapped around Miguel's finger. Sometimes you would catch yourself kissing him without him asking you to give him a kiss, you would beg him to stay instead of going to the society, and you would cuddle up to him during the night. Miguel sometimes did work for home and keep you in his lap.
♡ Now did Miguel stop drugging your food? No sadly, he continued doing this but with a special drug he made himself. This drug would keep you weak and make your brain feel fuzzy. Just a few drops here and there. You knew about the drugs but Miguel always forced you to eat since you didn't want to be punished. You haven't been punished in a long while until you made a small mistake a simple misunderstanding.
♡ You wanted to do something nice for Miguel while he was sleeping. It took you a while but you were finally free from his steel grip. You were going to make breakfast in bed for Miguel, maybe he'll give you more privileges if start showing more affection. But due to always feeling sluggish from the drugs you burnt the pancakes. You threw open the window for fresh only for the alarm system to go off. You jump from the noise but bump into someone and that someone was your lovely boyfriend Miguel who didn't look so happy.
♡ " Trying to escape.... I thought we were making progress cariño... " Miguel's grip tightens on your shoulders that it starts to hurt. You tried to explain to Miguel that you weren't escaping that you were trying to make breakfast for him. " Lies! I don't think I don't see how you look at the doors and windows, don't sit here and lie to my face (name)! I bet this whole breakfast thing was just part of your plan... tch looks like I have to put you back in the punishment room all that progress out the window, like you were going right? " Miguel picked you up and carried you down the hallway.
♡ You clawed at Miguel's back while crying and screaming that you were telling the truth. Telling him that you love him and don't want to go back into the punishment room but Miguel wouldn't listen. He threw you into the room and the last thing he send made your blood run cold as if you lost all your colors. " Hopefully when I let you out in a couple of weeks that (cat's name) is still with us. " Miguel smirked and closed the door leaving you in the dark. You panic and cry in the corner hoping that Miguel doesn't do anything to your cat. You would even call out your cat's name just wanting to hear them respond. You didn't sleep all night long and only listened for any signs of your cat.
♡ " Miguel, I think (name) was actually trying to cook for you. I was watching them and it looked like they had no intentions of escaping don't you think you were a little harsh on them, besides they know about the security system so why would they try to escape. " Lyla said while flashing on Miguel's shoulder. Miguel sighed, Lyla was right and now he felt like a fool because he definitely was going to get rid of your cat. He set down the cat. And left the house telling Lyla that he'll be back. After an hour Miguel returned with some bags and placed them down in the shared bedroom.
♡ You sat on the mattress feeling hungry, cold, and lonely. But the door opened. You sat up seeing Miguel and started to fear for the worst. Miguel walked over and picked you up, he walked down the hallway and placed you in your guys bedroom. You were about to get up to call for your cat. " Stay... " Miguel said in a strict tone. And you did. Miguel left as you looked at the many bags on the floor in confusion. Miguel returned and your eyes light up he hands you your cat that you quickly took. Giving your sweet furry baby kisses on the head and petting them.
♡ " I'm sorry mi amor, it took Lyla to convince me that you were telling the truth. I'm sorry that I overreacted, I just can't loose you especially since you are so weak and helpless that anyone could just take you from me. It's just you and me no one understands me like you do and only I understand. You'll never meet another me, I know it will take a little getting used to but I hope these gifts make up for me, putting you inside the punishment room. " Miguel gestured towards the bags. You set down your cat and went through the bags. Miguel got you books, pajamas, plush toys, snacks, and things you had on your wish list before Miguel took you away.
♡ You smiled softly and hug him. " Thank you Miggy. " you said. " I forgive you. " Those words didn't feel right coming off your tongue and none of these gifts could make up for the abuse that Miguel has put you through, but for some reason you loved what he did to make you happy apart of you felt like you deserved the punishment.
♡ Miguel and you made an agreement that you weren't to leave the bed unless you had to pee or shower. That Miguel would do the cooking and if you were every thirsty that he would get you something to drink. You guys even made this in contract form. Miguel was happy to have you love him and forgive him. But he wanted more so he decided why not marry you and maybe start a family. Maybe having children would make you not focus on leaving him and you won't be lonely. So he decided he'll pop the question on your birthday.
♡ While Miguel was attending to business at the spider society. You were laying in bed with (cat's name) and playing stardew valley on the switch that Miguel had gotten you. But you heard a noise. " Miguel? " You called out but no answer. He was probably mad, Miguel usually came home mad because of being frustrated by the other spiders. But when you stepped out of the room you an old friend from the spider society. " Danny? " You looked at the spider who's spider outfit strangely resembled the fictional character ghost face but regardless Danny was someone you were close with at the society.
♡ " (Name)! I finally found you, Miguel that lying asshole! I should have known something was up when he told us that you wanted nothing to do with us. I remembered you told me that the society was home to you that we were your family, come on let's get you out of here. " Danny reached for your hand but you stepped back and shook your head. " I-I love it here Danny and I l-love Miguel... " You said. Danny was confused. " (Name).... You don't have to be scared of him, I'll protect you. " Danny tried reaching out but someone grabbed his shoulder.
♡ " You heard them, they love it here and love me, but you won't like it here soon Daniel.... "
♡ Part 3?
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jklinges2003 · 8 months
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Just a Ghost of a Girl You Once Knew and Loved
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A/N: Hey guys I decided to make my first short fanfiction on here. Even though I’ve made a lot of fanfics on Quotev, this is my first time writing one on tumblr, so if I mess up, don’t judge lol! Anyway, I started watching “The Summer I Turned Pretty” with my mom, including watching season 2 this summer and I swear it just leaves me intrigued, makes me laugh, makes feel like I’m actually in it and I wish I really was. And I am so team Jeremiah all the way! So, after I watched 2x06 and 2x07, in episode 6, Jeremiah and Belly almost kiss while at the end of episode 7, they finally kiss, but I can’t find the GIF from episode 6 from when they almost kiss cuz that’s what I want this short fanfic to be about and take place in. And I also might switch POVs.
codes: Y/N = Your name
Y/EC = Your eye color
SUMMARY: So, I imagined what would happen if a girl in the show (Y/N) was best friends with Belly for a long time and had a huge crush on Jeremiah at first, and even Y/N hooked up with Jeremiah in the first season but after him and Conrad’s mom Susannah died and after Y/N has been seeing signs of Jeremiah having feelings for Belly, they broke up before the events of season 2, but Y/N’s feelings for Jeremiah have never faded and as the group reunited in season 2, Y/N has been holding onto hope that something could happen with her and Jeremiah because she’s missed him so much. And even Jeremiah feels the same, but he just wouldn’t admit to her or even to himself since a part of him still has feelings for Belly. And throughout season 2, Y/N has been trying some casual attempts to get Jeremiah’s attention but failed every time. So, one night as the gang throws a party at the beach house to honor Susannah, and while Y/N was hanging out with a couple of friends, she witnesses something that just pushes her to her breaking point, increases her insecurities and her anger/jealousy towards Belly while she’s been trying to keep her friendship with her intact, and Y/N’s heartbroken behavior strikes a chord in Jeremiah and hits him with guilt.
SONG: “Part of Your World (Reprise II)” by Halle Bailey from Disney’s live-action Little Mermaid. I feel like the song matches Y/N’s situation really well, and I love Disney songs, so I wanted to choose this song.
Y/N’s POV:
The party for Susannah has been going great! It’s fun, loud, and it was a beautiful way to honor Susannah. I hoped I’d get closer with Jeremiah this time because out of all the attempts to try and get his attention while he’s been going all lovey-dovey on Belly even though they’re not even dating, I’ve failed. Jeremiah and I had something special last summer, we bonded really well, he brought out the best in me, and there’s nobody like him. He’s irreplaceable. At first I’ve always been a very shy and self-conscious girl, but after bonding with Jeremiah, his childish personality and his sweetness and fun energy is just so contagious that it just makes you wanna have fun and laugh with him. So, he brought out the fun and confidence that I never knew I had in me. And we even felt a strong connection and spark between us. Being with him always made me feel safe, he’s easy to talk to, he’s relatable, his light blue eyes just take my breath away and you can easily see the emotion in them. But, unfortunately, I regret us breaking up in the first place after Susannah died. And I could see it in his eyes that he does, too. Whenever he and I would talk, I could easily see that he feels lost and confused, like he wants to be with me again as if us breaking up was a mistake for him, too, but also another part of him wants to be with Belly since his feelings for her never faded while my feelings for Jeremiah have never faded. And every time he’d be affectionate and sweet towards Belly, my close best friend and who’s like a sister to me, I can’t help but feel nauseous as if seeing the sight of them together just makes me wanna puke, even though they’re not dating, but I respect their close friendship since they grew up together, and I have been trying to be strong and understanding and nice, but inwardly I just feel sick and it’s suffocating me, like I’m tired of bottling it up. And I have no one to talk to about it since I feel like they wouldn’t understand and that they’d think of me as just a sad pathetic ex-girlfriend who can’t get over her ex-boyfriend.
After watching Taylor and Steven’s talented dance moves for the song “Party In The U.S.A.”, I went back to hang out with Nicole and Dara. We laughed and talked for a bit until one of the girls brought up a relationship she’s in, and that immediately made me think of Jeremiah.
Since Jeremiah has always brought out the confidence in me, I have been thinking about it for a while and I have been waiting all summer to tell him my feelings and that I’ve never stopped loving him even though I was scared to since I didn’t wanna stand in the way between him and Belly. But, I realized I’ve got nothing to lose, and that it’s now or never.
I excused myself from the girls and walked into the crowd to look for Jeremiah. I looked and looked and looked. Until I saw something that just hit me in the heart. I saw Jeremiah and Belly sitting together closely, talking and looking at each other that way. I stood and watched worriedly as I glanced at Jeremiah and then Belly. The way they looked at each other was the same way me and Jeremiah looked at each other last summer when we hooked up and fell in love. I felt like I just wanted to run out of the room and throw up. Then, they stopped talking while still looking at each other with smirks, and then they both slowly leaned in, almost about to kiss until a girl yelling “Fight! Fight!” in another room interrupted them and gathered a crowd. Seeing Jeremiah and Belly almost kiss just hit me in my breaking point. I was about to tell Jeremiah how I felt and that I never stopped loving him, but after seeing what I saw…my chance was ruined. I was too late. The hope I had in me all summer was broken and turned into dust. And I felt ignored after all the tried-and-failed attempts to get Jeremiah’s attention, like as if I were a ghost of a girl he once knew and loved. Like as if what we had before was just nothing.
While the fight between Taylor’s ex-boyfriend Milo and Belly’s brother Steven was occurring in the other room, some other kids didn’t bother to watch the fight and just stayed behind, wanting to stay out of it. And also they were also either drunk or high. I’ve never been one to drink or do drugs or smoke or any of that stuff, I’ve made a vow to myself that I’d live life in a clean state of mind. But after witnessing Jeremiah and Belly together, since it hit my breaking point, I was at that stage where I didn’t wanna feel anything anymore.
I walked over to the group of kids in the kitchen, not wanting to talk to them, and instead just opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. Since my emotions were shut off, I let my impulsiveness get the best of me and I started to open the bottle and chug the alcohol drink. I didn’t care that it tasted bad, I was just tired of feeling this way. After finishing half of the bottle already and walking around the party, trying to avoid Jeremiah, I then saw him and Conrad standing outside with Belly stuck in the middle of them and the two brothers were arguing, and I could easily tell that it was about Belly.
Ever since Belly has been hooking up with Jeremiah at first and then Conrad and then having to choose between them, I felt bad for her but I also got irritated at her because every time they would be loving and sweet to her, instead of listening to her heart about who she truly wants to be with, she just kept letting it happen and kept throwing herself at them, playing both brothers. They both don’t deserve that. Especially Jeremiah since after he and I got together, Belly and Conrad got together temporarily, and then since Jeremiah’s been crushing on Belly while he was really in love with me, and he was angry at Belly for hooking up with Conrad since her and Jeremiah kissed before while he and I were together which also caused our relationship to go downhill. The love triangle between Jeremiah, Belly, and Conrad is just stupid and annoying since Belly won’t make a decision about who she truly wants to be with, and now with me in it, it has turned into a love square. And the last thing I wanted was to be involved in a love triangle, let alone a love square. And now I got dragged into it due to my feelings for Jeremiah never leaving me. Could things get any worse?!
I continued drinking the rest of the bottle of beer, trying to numb everything inside me and to just escape from the pain. I started to get a little tipsy and even though it felt wrong, it also felt good since it helped numb the pain. Then while stumbling around the party and then sitting on the floor in a corner of a room, taking a few more swigs of the beer bottle, I started to lose myself into sorrow and despair.
The bottle of beer was then almost done. I was now really drunk. I kept accidentally bumping into people while stumbling and trying to keep myself standing. But, I started to hear Nicole ask me if I was okay since she saw that I wasn’t myself. My facial expression was blank, my eyes looked like as if something inside them had died, my face was tear-stained which caused a bit of mascara to run down my face, and my hair was a little bit untidy. When she asked if I was okay, my vision was blurry, my hearing was distorted and echoey, and my head was spinning and fuzzy. I didn’t respond to Nicole and instead just accidentally lost my balance near another kid who was carrying a glass of a drink, causing that kid to accidentally drop his glass which broke when it fell. And when I fell, the palm of my hand landed on the broken glass which caused my hand to bleed a little, but I didn’t feel the pain since I was numb and drunk.
A tiny crowd of the people gathered around me and started to look at me in concern, worry, and confusion all at once, and that was the last thing I wanted. I didn’t wanna be viewed as someone who was fragile and vulnerable, even though I knew that it was okay to be vulnerable once in a while since everybody has strengths and weaknesses. But, I just didn’t care anymore.
While there was a few people gathered around me, I kept reassuring them that I was okay, but the one person who I definitely didn’t want to check on me was none other than Jeremiah himself, but he checked on me anyway.
“Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?” Jeremiah asked as he kneeled down beside me to try to help me up, but I kept brushing him off and tried to pretend that I wasn’t hurting, both emotionally and physically. Emotionally from witnessing Jeremiah and Belly almost about to kiss, and physically from losing my balance due to my drunken state and falling to the floor and the palm of my hand landing on broken glass. So I even tried to hide my drunken state from Jeremiah since I didn’t want his pity.
“It’s f-f-fine. I’m…fine, Jer.” I tried to reassure, my voice slurring a bit as I tried to help myself up and stand on my own feet without losing my balance again and without Jeremiah seeing my bleeding hand.
But, he was looking at me that way with concern and worry. I finally managed to stand on my own two feet and then walked away from the crowd, stumbling and limping.
Jeremiah’s POV:
Seeing Y/N like this had me worried. I didn’t know what was going on with her, but she seemed pretty drunk and she looked upset for some reason. She shouldn’t be alone. She could get hurt or end up doing something stupid.
I followed her as she stumbled out of the room, but I lost her in the crowd. I looked around for her until something caught my eye. I saw her outside on the patio, walking away from the beach house and just heading down to the beach, still stumbling and limping.
I walked outside to the patio and follow Y/N down to the beach with the dark night sky in the view. She didn’t look like herself. I was really worried.
“Y/N! Y/N, what are you doing?” I asked her in concern as I caught up with her. Her pupils were dilated, her hair was untidy, she could barely walk, and she even had mascara running down her face so she looked like she had been crying. But why?
“Going to the beach. What do you think I’m doing?” Y/N asked sassily, her voice slurring. She was definitely drunk. I’ve always known her to be a goody-goody girl who would never want to drink, do drugs, or smoke, but she was actually drunk. What changed?
“But, y-you’re drunk. Are you sure you’re okay? And you fell back in there. Are you hurt?” I asked as I stopped her from walking any further towards the water since she’s too intoxicated to go for a swim. When I asked if she was hurt, I looked all over her body for any cuts or bruises or anything, until I spotted her hand bleeding. I took that hand gently and looked at her worriedly. But she immediately yanked her hand away and glared at me for some reason before stumbling to walk further towards the water. I stood in front of her and put my hands on her shoulders, preventing her from doing so.
“Y/N, your hand is bleeding. We need to clean that up and put either some band-aids or gauze on there. Let’s just go back inside, okay?” I said to her calmly, but sternly and worriedly before I put an arm around her shoulders to help her walk back inside the beach house. But she immediately refused and put up a fake smile, and her fake smile looked angry.
“No! No, no, no, no. I’m fine, Jer. You don’t need to help me. Why don’t you go and help Belly instead, hm? I’m sure she’s probably going through a lot after being stuck having to choose between you and your brother. So go ahead, why don’t you go help her and be her shoulder to cry on? I can take care of myself.” Y/N said while slurring before letting out a hiccup at the end of her last sentence. She was being stubborn as hell. And this was also a side of her that I’ve never seen before. Why was she acting this way, especially towards me?
“Y/N, I’m not gonna leave you out here by yourself, especially with your drunken behavior. I’m not gonna let you do something stupid. Like, what were you planning to do out here at the beach? Why were you walking towards the water?” I asked her, trying to be calm and gentle, but I had a bad feeling about Y/N’s intentions that it built worry inside me which caused me to raise my voice a little bit.
“None of your business. What is this, 20 questions or something? Just leave me alone, Jeremiah.” Y/N spat out, still slurring before she walked past me, still stumbling. I watched her about to go into the water, but her legs were shaking as if she could barely stand. I wanted to stop her and go get her, but I wanted to see what she was planning to do first so that I can really know what’s going on. She stopped for a second as the water reached to her knees, then she kept going until it was at her waist and she started to cover her mouth with her hand and then cover her nose with her other hand before she began to dunk her head into the water.
I widened my eyes as it immediately clicked. Y/N was about to kill herself by drowning while drunk! As I finally knew what she was about to do, I immediately took action and rushed into the water, grabbing Y/N by the waist and dragging her out of the water. She started screaming protests at me to let her go, but I couldn’t let her do this. I care about her so much. And…I actually love her, even though a part of me loves Belly. I just don’t know what to do. But after seeing Y/N like this and after us reuniting along with the others, I was actually really glad to see her. She’s a sight for sore eyes. She’s beautiful, she’s kind, caring, warm, honest, sweet, sassy, headstrong, authentic, moral, the voice of reason, and a talented singer with a beautiful voice. She’s even a better singer than I am. I did like her when she was a shy and introverted girl, though, I thought she looked adorable whenever she’d blush. But after we bonded last summer and fell in love, I started to see a more confident and silly side of her and I couldn’t help but love her even more. I miss what Y/N and I had together, even though I love Belly, too, but it’s not really the same with Belly actually. Y/N’s the one I feel something strong and loving for. She’s even tried to be there for me after my mom died, but I was too blind in my own grief and in my own conflicted feelings for Belly to even see it. How could I have been so blind?
Seeing Y/N acting like this was just heartbreaking and shocking to me. I was even more worried about her, especially since she just tried to kill herself by drowning in the ocean while completely drunk.
As I dragged her back to the sand while she was screaming protests at me, I ignored the protests and looked at her in shock, anger, heartbreak, and worry all at once.
“Y/N, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Why are you trying to kill yourself?” I asked her sternly as I held back tears in my eyes since I was trying to be strong for her.
“Why did you just help me?! I told you to go be with Belly!” Y/N snapped while slurring as tears filled her eyes. Why is she bringing up Belly while I’m focusing on Y/N and her safety?
“Y/N, this isn’t about Belly, this is about you. You’re drunk, you look like you’ve been crying, you’re acting like a different person, and you tried to kill yourself! Why are you acting like this, Y/N? Did something happen? Talk to me.” I said to her sternly, but calmly as I tried to keep myself together.
“No, if you wanna go be with Belly, be with her! She’s all yours! I won’t stand in the way! So, just leave me alone!” Y/N snapped as a tear rolls down her cheek, her voice still slurring. Why is she talking about Belly like this? She’s Y/N’s best friend and they’ve always been like sisters. This wasn’t the Y/N I knew and loved.
“Y/N, what are you talking about? What do you mean you won’t stand in the way and that Belly’s all mine? Where’s all this coming from?” I asked her in concern, hoping to get her to talk. But, she immediately exploded the truth about the cause of her problem while slurring.
“I SAW! I saw everything! I saw you and Belly almost kiss back in there before the fight between Milo and Steven broke out!” Y/N shouted through her slurs and through her tears. She even had her eyes either looking down or her eyes closed as if she could barely look at me.
When she admitted that to me, I started to remember when me and Belly talked back in the house during the party, and we talked about the flings I had from last summer and through the whole year after me and Y/N broke up and when Belly got together with Conrad. Then I remembered telling Belly that she’s a better kisser than out of all the girls and guys I’ve kissed, including Y/N. I can’t believe I actually said that because Y/N was a good kisser, too. She really was. And I even remembered during this whole summer when me and her and the rest of the gang were hanging out and Y/N tried some attempts to get my attention since she must’ve had hope for us and I didn’t even realize it. I’ve been ignoring Y/N all summer and I didn’t realize it till now. How could I have been so stupid?!
I felt such a pang of guilt and regret for how I’ve been treating Y/N. I’ve treated her as if she weren’t around and as if she were second and I’ve been putting Belly first. I realized Belly’s not the only one stuck in the middle of a love triangle and between me and my brother, I was even stuck between two girls who matter so much to me. With Belly, it was real and I really loved her, at first it was like a brother and sister relationship, but…ever since I saw her last summer, I was done for. She took my heart with her. But then, at that time, Belly brought Y/N to Cousins for the first time and introduced her as her best friend, and Y/N just took my breath away. I know that I started to feel something for Belly, but when I met Y/N, I knew there was something special about her that was just so magnetic to me. I wanted to know her. And what we had was real and strong, too. And I realized now that it was stronger than what me and Belly had because even if Belly liked me back a bit, it was always gonna be Conrad for her, even if she wouldn’t admit it. It finally hit me.
Y/N’s the one for me.
I looked at her with guilt, regret, and sympathy as I realized what I put her through and what she had to witness tonight. I put a hand on her arm, trying to be as comforting as possible.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I-I-I didn’t realize that you…” I was just at a loss for words as I still kept trying to process this.
“That I what?! Huh? That my feelings for you still haven’t faded and that I never stopped loving you?! I’ve tried to get your attention all summer and tried to get you to realize that I’m still here, but you just kept pining for Belly and acting all affectionate to her while you ignored me and acted as if I wasn’t the room, like as if what we had together has been forgotten! And you and her aren’t even dating, yet you act like you are, even though you two are best friends, but why can’t you just admit it to yourself that…that you still love me, too? I’ve seen it in your eyes, they can easily tell what you’re feeling. And when you were around me this summer, I had hope for us! But you just won’t open your eyes and realize what’s right in front of you! I was about to tell you how I felt, and yet I catch you and Belly about to kiss! I just…I just couldn’t bear the sight of that, so I’m actually glad the fight between Milo and Steven broke out and interrupted you and Belly. I know that’s rude to say, but I just can’t pretend that I’m okay anymore! All this time ever since everything that’s happened, I haven’t been okay! And neither have you, and I’ve tried to be there for you and reconnect with you at least, but…you didn’t want anything to do with me and the only person you’d talk to was Belly! I’ve gone through enough hell. And so has Belly, so I’m just gonna go…have a little ‘chat’ with her.” Y/N explained everything to me through her tears and her drunken slurs about the hell she’s been going through ever since me and her broke up and ever since my mom died.
And as she said everything, it was all true and I didn’t even realize it all till now. And what she said struck a chord in me. I’ve been leaving her all alone and I shouldn’t have done that. Well, not anymore. I’m not gonna leave her alone anymore, no matter how much she stubbornly tells me off. I’m gonna make up for my mistakes. Then, as Y/N says the last part, she stumbles as she stands up on her feet, holding her fingers up like quotes. I knew she wasn’t just gonna have chat with Belly, she was gonna confront her. I couldn’t have her do that. Her friendship with Belly has always been so important to her so I couldn’t let her be the one to destroy it by having a confrontation and argument with Belly.
“Y/N, no. Just…Just come back to the house, I’ll let you stay with me, okay?” I offered kindly as I tried to help her and not let her be by herself in her drunken state and in her painful heartbreak.
“No! I don’t need saving, Jer. I’m not some piece of glass who’ll end up breaking. I’m fine. Just let me go.” Y/N protested as she tried to walk away from me and walk back to the house. I wanted to stay with her, but I had to respect her decision if she could handle it. I watched in concern from behind as Y/N kept stumbling up the small wooden board steps that would lead up to the patio of the beach house, her legs started to shake again as if she could barely stand and walk.
She then took another step until she tripped and fell down to her knees, making me immediately rush up to her side and try to help her up and help her walk.
“Y/N, let me help you.” I offered while trying to help her stand, but she pushed me away and kept protesting.
“No! Just leave me alone, Jer! If you don’t walk away right now, I’m gonna have to beat the shit out of you!” Y/N threatened drunkenly while she was holding back tears again and trying to stand up on her own.
“Oh, yeah? Let me see you try. I’m not gonna leave you, no matter how many times you push me away. I’ve pushed you away already, I’m not doing it this time.” I responded with sternness and determination in my voice.
As I challenged her to see her try if she can fight me off and push me away, I knew she didn’t have the guts to do it since I knew she still had love in her heart for me. She sat on her knees while I was kneeling next to her, and she turned around and tried slapping my chest and shoving me away, but her pushes weren’t strong enough. She kept trying and trying through her frustrated grunts as if I were her punching bag, but I didn’t let it affect me. She needed to take it out on anything or anyone. And since she was mad at me, I already took responsibility for how I treated her, so I felt like I deserved to be slapped and pushed since I was actually such an asshole.
Then after a few failed shoves and slight slaps from her, she started to get frustrated and feel defeated since I wasn’t going anywhere. Her shoves and slaps started to weaken and she immediately began to finally let out her tears even more. She broke down sobbing as her attempts to push me away and slap me were weakening and slowing down, and she started to lean her head and body against me while sobbing in defeat, frustration, and heartbreak. I wrapped my arms around her securely and protectively, holding her close to me and never wanting to let go of her.
“Shhh…it’s okay, it’s okay, Y/N. You’re okay, you’re okay, I’m here. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere, okay? Shh…” I whispered softly while holding her tightly but gently, trying to comfort her. She still kept crying in my arms, one of my hands rubbing her back and my other hand caressing the back of her head and her hair. I held back tears as the sound of her cries just broke my heart.
“Y-You left me, Jer…! Why are you still here? Why aren’t you leaving me now? You…You love Belly…!” Y/N said through her drunken sobs as if she was expecting me to just walk away from her after I’ve been ignoring her all summer that she was used to being walked away and abandoned. My heart was just absolutely breaking for her even more. She didn’t deserve this at all. How could I do this to her?
“Because…Because I…I-I-I still—” I was about to respond to her that it was because I still loved her, but before I could finish, I felt her body go limp and she was breathing normally and peacefully, her eyes were closed while her face was tear-stained, and she still had mascara running down her face. She was passed out drunk in my arms.
I sighed guiltily and shamefully, and yet in relief that she was finally out cold so that she wouldn’t do anything stupid while drunk. Then, I put a hand under her legs while I put another hand under her back, lifting her up and carrying her bridal style.
I walked back in the beach house while carrying a passed out asleep Y/N through the party in the house, hoping everyone wouldn’t gossip or be concerned about it since I was already taking care of it. And also some of the kids were drunk anyway, so I’m sure some of the other kids didn’t care.
Then, I carried Y/N to my empty bedroom which only had my sleeping bag since me and Conrad’s bitchy aunt Julia removed everything from the house since she was selling it. And I hated that the beach house was being sold. It held too much memories of me and Conrad’s mom. But now that all the furniture is gone, it’s like memories of our mom are gone, too.
I gently laid Y/N on another sleeping bag that I had laying next to mine and I tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable. Then, I stood up and looked at her sleeping figure. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, despite that she was a drunken mess tonight and despite the mascara running down her face, she still looked beautiful to me. Then, I started to hear a girl crying coming from the bedroom next to mine. I leaned against the wall and heard Belly drunkenly crying in her bedroom. She was trying to call her mom, Laurel, for help since she had nowhere else to turn to about the situation with her having to choose between me and Conrad which is causing tension between me and my brother and also she told Laurel about trying to get the house back while everything she’s trying to do to help just keeps going wrong and she needed help. Her cries even broke my heart. A part of me wanted to go in there and hold her. I couldn’t bear to have my best friend upset like this. But, after what Y/N has been through not just tonight but throughout the whole year?
I thought about it for a moment again and I looked over at a sleeping Y/N, and I told myself again that I’m never gonna abandon her again. I’ve been focusing on Belly and putting her first all summer that I’ve been ignoring Y/N, so it’s time to make up for my mistakes and put Y/N first this time.
I slowly walked over to her and laid down in my sleeping bag right next to the sleeping bag that Y/N is sleeping in. I stared at her sleeping face again and after what happened tonight, I can’t get it out of my head. I could’ve lost Y/N tonight and it was my fault. As I looked at her with remorse, guilt, care, and sympathy, it felt as if a magnet was pulling me. I sat up and leaned forward and down, planting a gentle loving kiss on Y/N’s cheek before laying back down, getting ready to go to sleep.
Y/N’s POV:
As I was passed out asleep from being drunk tonight, I had no idea where I was at the moment. But, I opened my eyes very slightly in which my vision was very blurry and the room was dark since it was nighttime and my hearing was ringing and echoey as the party was going on downstairs. All I could see was someone’s sleeping face in front of mine, but I couldn’t tell who it was. Instead, my eyes just closed again as my eyelids just felt too heavy to be open and my head was pounding.
The next morning, I started to feel like crap. I opened my eyes slightly as the ringing in my ears started and then finally faded away. My head was pounding, I felt a bit nauseous, makeup was running down my face, and my hair was untidy. I looked around the room and wondered how I got here. I also noticed a gauze wrapped around one of my hands. I couldn’t even remember a thing about what happened last night. I could only remember that I was dancing and hanging out with a couple of girlfriends, and then I was crying for some reason, and that I took a walk on the beach. But the rest was all just a blur.
As I slowly sat up, I immediately heard a familiar voice next to me.
“Morning, Y/N.” Jeremiah said to me sleepily but with a concerned and sympathetic look on his face. I looked over at him and seeing him lay there next to me startled me and left me in surprise. What was he doing here laying next to me while he ignored me all summer? What the hell happened?
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as my head was still pounding a bit.
“Jeremiah? Wh-What are you doing here? What am I doing in…in your empty bedroom? What happened last night?” I asked nervously and in confusion, my voice slightly slurring since I was hungover, and I needed answers.
“You don’t remember?” Jeremiah asked in concern as he sat up, sitting next to me. I tried to think hard and see if I could remember anything about what happened last night, but I couldn’t remember. I looked over at him and shook my head.
Then, the moment was interrupted when me and Jeremiah heard Belly and her mom Laurel arguing in the room next door, their voices muffled until we heard Belly’s bedroom door open and close. Jeremiah helped me stand up to my feet before we both walked over to the door and opened it, only to see a crying Belly walking past us and past Conrad in the hallway. She looked behind her and glanced at us before continuing to walk away and walk downstairs. I wondered why she was upset. But whatever it was, I was concerned and felt bad for her.
Then Conrad looked over at us and glanced at me before looking at his brother as if he were encouraging him or something. Jeremiah nodded softly at him before taking my hand, closing the door behind us as we’re still in his empty bedroom. He sat us on the sleeping bags as I looked at him in confusion and in concern. He looked like he wanted to tell me something.
“Y/N…are you sure you don’t remember anything about last night?” Jeremiah asked me in concern in which I shook my head slightly before responding.
“All I remember is dancing and laughing while hanging out with a couple of girlfriends and then…I was crying for some reason, and then I took a walk on the beach. And the rest is all just a blur. And now for some reason I ended up here. What happened, Jer?” I explained all I could remember before asking him in concern about what else happened last night.
He took a deep breath while trying to find the right words to explain to me about what else happened last night. He looked as if he didn’t wanna bring up what happened last night since it would bring back the pain and heartbreak.
“Well, um…you, uh…you were pretty drunk. And…you were at the beach to go in the water to…to commit suicide, but I stopped you and asked you what was wrong, and you…admitted that you, um…saw me and Belly…almost kiss. And…you also explained to me the hell you’ve been going through ever since our breakup a few months ago and ever since my mom’s death. And…also that I’ve been ignoring you all the summer since I’ve been focusing a lot on Belly and I was too blind to see that…that you were still in my life and…” Jeremiah explained everything to me before he trailed off and paused as he could barely finish the sentence. His eyes were tearing up as he felt huge remorse and guilt for what he put me through and he wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive himself.
“God, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so, very sorry about how I’ve treated you like as if you weren’t in the room. I’m so sorry I ignored you and didn’t put you first and didn’t realize what you were going through. That’s a mistake I won’t make again. I feel like I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but…I realized that…that I also never stopped loving you.” Jeremiah apologized sincerely as a tear rolled down his cheek. As he explained everything, I started to remember a little bit even though it was still a blur. I felt embarrassed that I vented to him about how I’ve been feeling the night before and I didn’t wanna drag him into my problems. But when he said that he also never stopped loving me, I widened my eyes and looked at him in surprise.
“I…Oh my God, I feel so embarrassed for my behavior. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I dragged you into my problems. But…But what about Belly? You love her, don’t you?” I asked, unsure if he was just playing me if a part of him is gonna feel something for Belly and I didn’t want him to choose between me and her. But I was unaware that he already made a decision.
“Yeah, about that, I thought I felt something for her since…last summer when I saw her new glow up and when she first brought you to Cousins for the first time…I thought I was done for. Like, I really felt something for her, but…when I met you and bonded with you and also she’s always gonna love Conrad, even if she won’t admit it to herself…I realized I was lying to myself. I thought I liked her, but…Belly’s not like you, Y/N. You’re irreplaceable. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t see that sooner. Ending things between us was a mistake. I miss what you and I had just as much as you do. And…I don’t know if you can ever forgive me, but I—” Jeremiah said honestly to me as he took my hand. But, I was actually proud of him for finally making his decision. And I just hoped that Belly would soon decide who she truly wants, too, and I hoped it would be Conrad she’d choose because they were actually good together, even though they were opposites.
So, as Jeremiah kept talking, I immediately cut off him off by quickly leaning in and kissing him on the lips, taking him by surprise until he kissed me back. Our kiss was passionate, loving, and tender. His lips just felt so soft and smooth and he was a very good kisser. Then, we pulled away as we gazed in each other’s eyes, his bright blue eyes staring into my Y/EC.
“So…does…does that mean you…forgive me?” Jeremiah asked while he was still in shock from me making the first move and kissing him.
“Of course I forgive you, you lovable doofus.” I responded while smirking and tousling Jeremiah’s golden curls, messing his hair up and making him laugh.
“Hey!” Jeremiah whined playfully through his laughter before flipping his short golden curly hair, making it still look the same as it did before. I giggled before he smirked and tickled me on my waist as revenge from when I untidied his hair.
I squealed and laughed and squirmed around as he tickled me. Then I waved my hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay! I give! I surrender!” I protested through my laughter before Jeremiah stopped tickling me and smirked. Then he leaned down as I was laying down on my back on the sleeping bag and we giggled again before we shared another tender, loving kiss.
I felt my heart beating out of my chest. I was so ecstatic and relieved that I was actually back together with Jeremiah! I felt as if the darkness inside me has been taken away and then the light has risen inside me again.
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You're Losing Me
Draco Malfoy x Reader
Angst//part one
part 2
summary:You and Draco grew distant for the first time ever in your relationship of two years.You are getting tired being the only one trying to fix things.
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As the third week of December drew closer, the sky became gloomier with cold embracing the Hogwarts and its library became busier with scrambling students stressed out for midterm before the winter break.But this december not only brought cold to your school,but also to your relationship with Draco Malfoy,unfortunately there is no amount of sweater u can wear to recover from it.
''We both are just probably busy with studies,everything will go back to normal once the exams are over''
You try to comfort yourself as you tag your freezing hand inside your coat,remembering how Draco used to always scold you for forgetting gloves.He would hold your cold hands nonetheless,and put them in his coat for extra warmth. You felt a pang in your chest when u find yourself thinking about the memories again. No matter how hard you tried to ignore,you can't shake off the feeling of the way his eyes turned icy whenever he looks at you now.
You haven't talked to Draco properly for a week now. It's either he is studying or you are busy with essays. And in meal time in Great Hall, his cold galres and sharp replies drained your energy to talk at all. But, you can't just let it happen, not when you have spent your past two years falling head over heels for the blonde boy.So,you tried your best to pretend like nothing is wrong,like the physically painful tension between you and him doesn't exist at all. And finally,the exam is over before it snaps.
''Dray..do you wanna go to Hogsmeade together before the Christmas break? ''
His eyes are tense.His brows are frowned noticably. The pale and long fingers are folded far away from yours.
''I don't rlly know. I might have to go home ealier this year''
Lies.
''we can at least spend tonight together right?we can go to astronomy tower and-''
Then it snapped.
''No,Y/N .I don't want to. The exam just finished. Let me live''
It is like an ice bucket has poured over your head. Numb, lost and cold.
''..why'',you sobbed out .
''There is no why.I'm just tired. and we do not have anything to talk anyway,do we? Y/N...we spend our days in same routine:what's still there to talk. stop playing pretend. we both know we need some break''.
You desperately searched for any signs of intimacy in his eyes,any signs, just anything at all,but the silver orbs are colder than ever. A gust of wind rushed through and messed up his blonde locks. You felt a chill run down your spine.
''a break?''
Suddenly,everything start making sense to you. How he had time to run around from parties to parties but not for you.How his laughs faded when you entered the group conversation. How he dropped your hand in the hallway. How he hasn't hold u for a month now. The exam wasn't a cause,it was a mere excuse all along. He was falling out of love.
''not as in break but you know what i mean...'', his tone is soft with guilt lingering around. A heavy sigh left him. He gets closer to you awkwardly. Can this even be called as a hug? Instead of the warmth it used to give, it feels suffocated and forced. You shivered.
"whatever you mean Draco''
You are getting tired being the only one putting effort. Staring at his messy hair and his stressful figure, you've decided you are going to let this go. All these memories you made in two years, all the ''I can't live without you'' talk. All the sneaking between classes,making love. Love? Was it even there.
You dropped his hand. You ignored the uncertain guilt in his eyes. You turned your heel and walked away.
Draco never meant for this sort of thing to happen between two of you. You were precious. The way your soft touch traced along his face to comfort him whenever something worried him. The way you squeezed his hands with a smile whenever he felt the disappointment in himself. You saw things other could not see in him. Your lips brought love and peace he didn't even know exist in him. He didn't realize how he should be grateful for the things until they are gone. Now everything is gone. He thought he might feel free and less responsible once he is away from you. He put all of his stress and the pressure from his family on you. Merlin,he feels the terrible guilt ride in him.
He spent the entire holiday forcing himself to believe he did a right thing and he should feel more satisfied now. He didn't. His days became more terrible. He started to notice how clean his dorm used to be when you were around. He started to find himself subconciously looking for your presence in his sleep. The alone time he thought he needed start to haunt him down.
He waited. He waited for you to come back to him like you always did whenever he pushed you away. But he grew more restless day by day whenever he see you in the hallways and classes unbothered and calm sitting NOT next to him. For once in his life,Draco Malfoy knew he fucked up. He has lost you.
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Too Quiet (Fluff)
YoungDad!Steve Harrington x YoungMom!Reader
Summary: You and Steve finally get a moment of peace until you’re reminded that you’re parents of two rambunctious toddlers and a puppy. Sometimes, quiet’s never a good sign.
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A/N: This fluffy thought came to me because I have a toddler niece and whenever she gets quiet we know she’s never up to any good. This also goes out to the parents who just need a little break from time to time. (Note: this has also been in my drafts for so long)
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You appreciated the mundane. Boring can be good sometimes. Like for instance, neither you or Steve had any work that needed to be done. No errands, no chores, no 8-12-16 hour shifts. It was just a simple day where the two of you got to relax.
You found yourselves so comfortable, in fact, you hadn’t recognized that you were laid on the couch with your back against his chest, scrolling on your phone until he randomly cleared his throat.
You jolt up, looking back at him. “Whoa! When’d you get here?”
He looks up from his book, reading glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose. “I sacrifice my need to get up and pee for like 2 hours just to be your body pillow. My legs are asleep.”
You roll yourself around, facing him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I’ve ignored you. It’s just so nice having these moments of downtime.”
He kisses your nose. “I understand, love. I’m really glad we don’t always have to talk to enjoy each other’s company. I like the comfortable silence.”
“Me too,” You grin. “Sometimes, I don’t always want to talk. Sometimes, I just want to scroll through my phone or eat a whole pot of mac ‘n’ cheese all by myself without the necessary judgment.”
“Weird way of bringing that up…but I get it.” Steve chuckles. “And you know what—since we’re throwing things out there—I’m so over people believing that being ‘boring’ is synonymous to being ‘old’. I mean, if I prefer staying home over going to parties it doesn’t mean I’m not still King Steve.”
“Exactly! Boring is the new fun! Like vanilla sex…it isn’t so bad.”
“It’s fantastic! We don’t always need the theatrics. It’s just so extra to have freaky sex all the time. Um, waiter, I’d like vanilla sex with a side of missionary please.”
You snort at his dorkiness. “I have to admit that I don’t always care to drink when we go out. I don’t always want to be a tipsy ditz all the time. Sometimes when I’m out with my friends, they make me feel bad about ordering just wine so I just lie and say that I’m drinking vodka when it’s only water in my glass. I’m just really good at pretending I’m drunk.”
“You’re goddamn Meryl Streep and Viola Davis combined when you act drunk, baby. I could use some pointers. I don’t always want to drink either but the boys…” Steve groans. “It’s always ‘Steve, chug down this beer’ and never ‘Steve, would you like some chamomile tea.’ I don’t drink tea but I just might start if someone offers me.”
“I’d offer you since you’re taking interest. Would you like me to make you some now?”
“Maybe later,” Steve curls his arms around you tight. “I like talking about being boring with you.”
“Yeah, I could be boring with you all the time. Like if I decided to crochet some shit for the hell of it, you wouldn’t judge.”
“Course I wouldn’t. I think you’d be the best crocheter ever and that’s saying a lot because there are a lot of great ones out there. I know this because I watched a youtube tutorial of crochet making…in full. I don’t plan to make a not one piece but I watched it anyway because I had time,” Steve shrugs. “And sometimes, even when I have plenty of time, I don’t always feel like styling my hair.”
You gasp, putting a hand to your chest. “Not the hair!”
“I can be too cool for cool.” He smiles smugly.
“I wanna wear a oversized clothes.” You rush out.
“You deserve it! I’ve seen the kind of clothes you’ve had to wear. Super tight. Not that it’s a bad thing, of course. I don’t always wanna dress in the latest fashion either.”
“I hate going to the beach nowadays. I get sand in all of my crevices and I end up finding sand around the house even weeks after.”
“I hate driving too fast.”
“I like gardening.”
“I like socks with sandals.”
“I’ve been leaning into buying those portraits with the words on them that say things like “home is where the heart is” or some corny thing like that”
“Eww, you mean the ‘live, laugh, love’ crap,” He laughs. “I’m sorry but we’re not that old.”
“Oh, please, I’m sure you’ve got worse.”
Steve thinks for a moment. “I guess I’ve always wanted to ask an employee if they’re working hard or hardly working.”
“Oh, nooo!” You cringe. “That’s horrible. Do you want them to hate you?”
“Alright, so I’m that kind of old, too.” He admits defeat.
“I think mom jeans aren’t as bad as everyone makes them to be.”
“I think dad jokes are the epitome of comedy and I’ve brushed up on some.”
“Ooo, tell me one!” You beam excitedly.
“Okay. What do you call a nose with no body?”
“What?”
“Nobody knows."
You both join in laughter which soon dies down when the gears in each of your heads began to turn. The two of you stare in space, speechless and reflective of the conversation.
“Although, it is a bit quiet,” You say, breaking the silence. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, too quiet.”
“Not boring, though.”
“No, not boring. It’s a good boring if it is. But it’s like…something’s missing. Like we’re forgetting something important.”
“Or someone important?”
“Some…ones…” Steve says in a reflective tone, then his eyes bug out and so do yours as you come to the same realization.
The two of you exchanged looks and simultaneously yell. “Our babies?!”
The two of you jump up from the couch and heading in any direction the two believed the boys were in. You checked the pantry, he checked in the bottom cabinets. He checked the in the boys closet, you checked underneath the bed.
“How could have forgotten about them for two hours?!” Steve exclaims. “We’re terrible people! They’re literally all the reasons why we’re so old and boring now so how can we have forgotten?!”
“They’ve handled themselves just fine alone, babe.” You say trying to comfort him.
“You and I both know that when it gets quiet it’s never a good sign. They’re like Max from Max and Ruby and you know how sociopathic that bunny could be. Little Baby Blue hasn’t barked in 2 hours either. What could they have possibly done to him?” Steve says while running his hands through his hair.
The sounds of giggling from the master bedroom is enough to shake you and Steve to your core. The boys were for sure in there and possibly doing something that will cost you a lot of money to repair.
“For all we know they’ve just created armagedon in there,” You say, darting your eyes between the bedroom door and Steve. “Whatever happens, whatever we see…we must prepare ourselves. Some things may be damaged beyond repair and most likely there will be a lot of cleaning up to do…but we mustn’t take out our anger on the children. They’re children who are simply practicing their exploration and discovery skills.”
“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one who found your game console submerged in a toilet bowl,” He clutches his chest. “You don’t know my pain.”
You groan, hearing more laughter from the boys. “What do think it is this time? Paint on the walls? The forbidden mudpie cake? Fisher Price Guillotine?”
“I don’t know. That’s the terrifying part. They always come up with the darnedest things,” Steve holds out his hand. “Hold it please, I’m not ready for this horror show.”
You swallow hard, taking his hand. Opening the masters bedroom, you see the twins with their thumbs in their mouths watching Saturday cartoons on the large bed. Little Baby Blue is wedged between the boys, relaxing as they both pet him with their free hands. Their eyes immediately dart to the two of you standing in the doorway like you’d just interrupted a nice moment.
“Mommy.” Oslo smiles and runs up to you.
“Daddy!” Bear runs into Steve’s arms.
“My boys,” You say in relief. “Mommy and Daddy are so sorry for not checking on you. We were very, very tired.”
“Das kay, mommy,” Oslo says, snuggling into your tummy. “Blue’s here with us.”
“Blue even gave us some things to eat.” Bear points to one side of the bed which was full of snacks from the pantry.
“I was wonderful where the Oreos went.” Steve says.
You pet Blue. “That’s a good boy! Maybe next time go for the healthier options in the fridge.” The dog huff and you raise your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll cut you some slack. I know how hard it is watching two toddlers.”
“I’m going to whip us up some lunch and then we’ll go to the park for family fun day. How’s that sound, boys?” Steve says.
The boys jump up and down excitedly with Steve hyping up their mood. “Ok, but you have to go and get ready real quick. Think you two can do that like the big boys you are?”
“Yes!” They shout at once.
“Go on then after come down for the famous Harrington men’s sandwich.”
The boys run out of the room, Blur chasing after them.
You lean in to whisper to your husband, still in shock. “Everything’s neat. The boys were actually angels the entire day. Thanks to babysitter Blue.”
“I guess those two were having a relaxed day, too.” Steve quips.
Oslo enters the room, tugging your sweater. “Mommy, can you help me find my favorite sho”
“You mean the light up ones?”
Oslo nods and you take his hand, “Come on, we’ll look together.”
“Then, I’ll help Bear get dressed. We’re going to beat you guys!” Steve teases.
You all laugh enjoying the friendly competition. Although, you enjoyed the times where things get quiet. You couldn’t trade the moments of chaos and fun with your family for the world.
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•SVT kinks•
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|What I think each svt member likes in bed|
|Smut|
|Warnings: v sexual im sorry|
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•Seungcheol <3
Switch. HEAR ME OUT PLS!!! This man is a leader of 12 other grown men, so taking the role of dom was easy. He loves ordering you around and claiming you as his, often cumming in you just to prove you belong to him. BUT he sometimes likes to relinquish that role to you, letting you use his cock to get off, calling HIM pet names, and bending to your every desire just to show you he belongs to you as well.
•Jeonghan <3
Underwear. This man buys you lengere every time he goes out. Loves seeing you wrapped up in lace and velvet, looking so innocent but devilish. He’s ripped them off of you more times than is probably sane but it’s okay cause you know he’ll just buy you more in the morning. Has also gotten off to your panties before, taking them from your hamper while you were out on a business trip. He couldn’t help it he needed to smell you. That’s actually how he discovered his kink.
•Joshua <3
Edging. Joshua might look all sweet on the outside but if you get even a little bit too bratty for his liking he’s denying you every chance of an orgasm. “Aww does my baby wanna cum? Should’ve thought abt that earlier sweetheart” EVIL!! He’s most def a soft dom too like stern but will check up on you throughout to make sure he’s not being too rough. Once he decided you could cum tho he’d make you cum multiple times…
•Jun <3
Katoptronophilia (masturbating in front of mirrors). His favorite thing is watching you get off on eachother in front of your giant standing mirror. “Yeah touch yourself like that baby, look so pretty” he’d say practically abusing his dick at the sight of your fingers pumping in and out of you. (is also a dom but we don’t have to talk abt that rn)
•Hoshi <3
Bondage. Specifically when YOU tie HIM up. Something about the imprint the ropes leave on him makes him even hornier (if that’s possible). I don’t see him as the type to like tying his partner up tbh, he’s more of a rope bunny than a rigger. He’d bring you the ropes with big puppy eyes and you’d immediately know what he wants. He also loves the attention, rope art takes a long time and he loves when your hands are on him. He’s wait hours for you to finish and his cock would be PAINFULLY hard by the time you’re done.
•Wonwoo <3
DIY porn. You’re telling me this nerdy lil dude WOULDNT want to record the two of you having sex?? Ofcourse he wouldn’t post it anywhere (he’s too possessive of you even the thought of doing so irks him), but he’d keep it on a flash drive that he carries w him, using it as his own personal spank bank any time he’s away from you.
•Woozi <3
Blindfolds and gagging (mainly giving but he’s not opposed to receiving). He loves seeing you completely relinquish your trust to him, your only way of affirming what he’s doing feels good being the muffled sounds of your moans escaping from the ball gag. He’ll spend hours teasing and torturing you until finally giving you what you want and fucking you hard and rough. Hair pulling and bondage may also be included whenever things get freaky deaky.
•DK <3
Cock warming. Whether you’re on the couch watching tv or in bed dk can’t get enough of you. The warmth of your plush walls, and the wetness of your cunt. He’d cockwarm all night if you’d let him. He honestly just loves feeling closer to you and enjoys the intimacy aspect more than the sexual one. Sometimes he’ll even put it in soft and let you feel the way his dick responds to you, growing hard in your cunt while the two of you make out sloppily.
•Mingyu <3
Food play. Have y’all seen this man whip it up in the kitchen?? He’s so passionate abt food and I think that translates to sex as well. He’d place little dollops of whip cream leading from your neck down to your dripping cunt and slowly lick each of them off of you all while maintaining eye contact. Would then go on to eat the life and soul out of your pussy. You’re the best thing he’s ever tasted anyways..
•Minghao <3
Erotic Asphyxiation. This man meditates which often involves a lot of controlled breathing. He likes to be choked (loves it even). The feeling of his oxygen being cut off by you while you ride him brings him to orgasm that much faster. Also likes to choke, seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain drives him insane.
•Seungkwan <3
Humiliation. Seungwan loves everything about it, from the extra rush to the satisfaction of seeing you flush at his mean words. “Look at you begging for my cock. Are you that much of a slut you need me to make you cum?” He’d grip your chin between his fingers, indulging in the way your eyes well up in tears “aww already crying? I thought you liked being my little whore” Dacryphiliac
•Vernon <3
spit play. this dude literally wrote the lyrics put a muzzle on me I’ll spit in your mouth … I can just imagine him taking deep, painfully slow strokes in you in missionary and refusing to go any faster until you swallow his spit like a good little slut….
•Dino <3
Exhibitionism. He’s always had to share everything since growing up with 12 older brothers so when it comes to you he wants everyone to know you’re his. The man is possessive, wanting everyone around to know youre his, and this makes him “accidentally” leave the door unlocked (seungkwan has walked in on the two of you more times than he’d like). Often leaves the windows to your room open so everyone within a mile radius can hear what the two of you are doing. The man has NO shame, and he wants everyone to know how good he makes you feel.
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|Authors Note|
Can you tell I like dom/sub yet… also meanie joshua is ingrained in my head idk what that man did to me but he’s all I’ve been thinking abt. Mans gotta be casting spells in Korea cause it’s def not normal to think abt joshua as much as I do…
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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)
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A/N: has it been less then 24 hours? Yes. Am I still gonna upload this? Yes. Hehe. Don’t wanna spoil anything but y’all will enjoy the chapter. Haven’t been proofread so excuse any typos or grammar mistakes. Miguel might be ooc. Also I’ll probably take a day or 2 off from posting after this lol.
(Y/N)- Your name.
Cursing. Not anything else lol.
Word count: 1.5k
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Chapter 8: ‘Cause there’s this tune I found, that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat.
“Again.”
“Again.”
“Again. I’ll have you two keep going until you both freeze your limbs off, or you two are fully in sync. Again.”
Letting out an exhausted sigh, but following coach Kavinsky’s orders, you and Logan quickly got into the starting positions for the swan lake program you were doing for regionals, it’s the only thing you two have been practicing (apart from the usual stuff you went over every practice) since regionals were so close, deciding since it was the longer, more difficult program, it needed more fine tuning then the short one program you had to do. Lucky you had already perfected the short program, you and Logan were going to do a routine to Mia’s & Sebastian’s Theme from La La Land for the short program, and obviously you two practiced it everyday as well, but a majority of practice was focused on the Swan Lake routine.
“We’re gonna die here.” Logan whispered to you as you both skated into starting positions, partly joking, partly serious. You attempt to suppress a snort, knowing if you let it out while coach Kavinsky was getting irritated from your session today then she might as well cut your head off with how angry she becomes. Once in position, the music starts and we begin the routine.
“Alright… that was an, improvement…” Coach mumbled as Logan and you hit the final marks, and although her words said one thing, her tone was obviously still not impressed. “Go take 20 for water and a breather.” She added with a sigh before walking away, you checked the time as you and Logan moved to the edge of the rink, putting your guards on before stepping off the ice.
“Ima go to the bathroom.” You say to Logan who just nodded in response before making your way to the girls locker room, after about 5 minutes, you came out and were making your way back down the hall. Right when you were about to turn the corner, you felt a hand grab your wrist and pulled you into a random, empty, dark dance room. You let out a yelp when you were pulled into the room, and you were preparing to scream in hopes someone will hear and get you away from the random person who pulled you into the room when you hear the click of the door lock, but stopped when the people turned on the lights. Your eyes narrowed as you spoke, voice dripping with venom. “You.”
“(Y/N).” He stared down at you, returning your tone as you two began a stare off. Your hands landing on your hips as his arms cross in front of his chest. After a few moments of silence, Miguel finally spoke. “We need to talk.” His voice was hard and his face was stern.
“Yeah, we do.” You quipped, your brows furrowed in annoyance, “but I only have 15 more minutes until my break is over, so we have to do this late-“
“No.” He interrupted, his arms dropped his side as he took a step closer to you, causing you to take one back, finding yourself against the door as you stared up at him, but other than taking the step back, your confidence didn’t waver. “We’re gonna talk right now.”
You let out an annoyed huff as you rolled your eyes, “Fine, let’s make this quick.” You grumble, “and I’ll go first, I just want to let you know, I hate you Miguel O’Hara, I despise you with every fiber of my being.” You declared, you had to hate him, why else would you feel your whole body heat up whenever you were around him. Especially when you two were in a locked room together, which was happening more often than you would like.
Miguel rolled his eyes at your words, his tongue pointed at the inside of his cheek as an annoyed smirk appeared on his lips, he let out a dry, unamused chuckle escaped his plump lips as he lightly shook his head. “God you are so insufficient.” He groaned, “ You think your words can hurt me? Because they can’t. You know why (Y/N)? Because I hate you too.” He finished as he took another step closer to you.
You scoffed at his words, your arms moving up to cross over your chest, “You’re a horrible liar.” You hissed, “if you hated me so much why did you try to kiss me at the party last week?” You asked, but your tone comes more off as you proving a point to him rather than asking a question.
“If you hate me so much why didn’t you stop me?” He countered, and even though his eyes and voice held irritation, you couldn’t help but notice it felt like he was… challenging you almost…. So of course, you wanted to see how far you could push it. You know what they said about curiosity, and right now, you were one curious kitty.
“If you hated me then why try it in the first place?” He took another step towards you as you asked the question, he was in arm’s reach now, and although him being this close, with his current demeanor would scare anyone else, but not you, for some reason, it excited you.
“Maybe I wanted to see if you’d do something about it, see if you’d let me have my way with you, or if you actually hate me.” He shrugged as he stared down at you, his eyes burning into yours, his tone calm and steady as he spoke. “I wanted to see if you’d stop me from kissing you, or if you wanted me to.”
“And if I did?” You asked, and for a few seconds, you felt like you fucked up by saying that sentence, his response though was what made your stomach drop.
“God… I hate you (Y/N)…”. He muttered quietly, and it seemed so genuine, so full of disgust that it made your heart ache. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could utter a word, his hands quickly made their way to the back of your head and the nap of your neck, before pulling you into him, and slamming his lips against yours.
It almost didn’t feel real, it didn’t process in your head for a few seconds, but once your mind caught up, you melted into his touch. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands went up to rest on his chest, slowly sliding up to go around his neck to deepen the kiss, a small moan escaped from your mouth as his hands started to travel down, stopping at your hips, his fingers squeezing them lightly before pulling pulling your body closer to his. Your head was swimming, your body hot all over, your knees felt weak, and your heart was pounding in your ears. He was so intoxicating. He’s lips, his touch, the was he groaned against your mouth as you brought your hands up to run your fingers through his dark brown hair. In that moment, you finally understand that the reason you felt like your body was on fire anytime you were around him wasn't because you hated or disliked him, you realized it was actually because you really did have some sort of misplaced feeling for him. After all, there is a very thin line between love and hate.
You felt like you could be like this forever, Miguel felt the same way, but, unfortunately, you were still human, so you found yourself pulling away to gasp for oxygen. Both your chest were heaving, Miguel’s pupils were blown, and you had to wipe some drool from the corner of your lips. A silence engulfed you too for a few seconds as you both attempt to catch your breath and slow down your heart rates. After a minute or two, Miguel’s lips pulled up into a smirk, and you internally groaned and forced yourself not to roll your eyes, because you knew he was gonna say some stupid shit to ruin the moment.
“Still hate me?” Oh. My. God. This time you let your eyes roll and the groan escape your lips, Miguel just chuckled at your reaction, before pulling you close once again and leaving a lingering kiss on your lips once more. But this time the kiss was different, unlike the last one, that was ruff and messy and full of lust. This kiss was more caring, more sweet, loving almost. This only made your heart burst more.
“I should go… my break is almost up…” you say in a low whisper as soon as he breaks the kiss, you’re faces still close together as you stare up at him. You’re words made his smile fall a bit.
“We should talk about-“ He started and you already knew what he was going to say before he had time to finish the sentence.
“We will.” You swiftly cut him off. “Just not right now okay?” You asked him, and after a second of hesitation, he sighs but begrudgingly nodded his head, and you noticed how he was nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “Cute…” You thought as felt your lips pull up into a small smile. “I’ll see you around.” You finished before unlocking the door and leaving the room to go back to the ice.
“What’s got you smiling so much?” Logan asked with a raised brow as you both stepped back on the ice.
“Nothing important.”
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vampiremillk · 11 months
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Boo, you really fucked up getting me into slasher movies bc now I'm in HEAT! Esp over Bo Sinclairrrrr 😩😫 I'd let that man use me in so many ways ong. Now it's your fault that I'm in your inbox at 4 am begging for headcanons on him with a s/o who has big boobs LMAO
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀COCOA PUFFS !⠀
PAIRING : bo sinclair &&. black female reader
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WARNINGS &&. DETAILS : minors and blank blogs do not interact , nsfw , black coded , chubby/thick coded , best viewed in mobile dark mode , reader has tig ol’ bitties , reader is slightly shy , dirty talk , groping , profanity , rough sex , breeding , honorable mention of ass and thighs , tit slapping , tittyfuckin' , nipple pinching and biting , additional characters , bo is a dominant snowbunny &lt;3
BOO'S NOTE .ᐟ . . . I TOLD YOU you’d get obsessed ! bo is absolutely scrrrrrrumptious, AND he's southern. ugh you already know i wanna give this man the nastiest, sloppiest top ever
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• BEING NICE AND LUSCIOUSLY BUSTY can be a gift and a curse; those who have large breasts know the struggle of how much of a burden they can sometimes become for your back. but fear not, bo sinclair is no stranger to offering to caress his fingers against the smooth melanin that painted your spine. he loved to lean in and leave little kisses upon the backside of your shoulders, too, as his thumbs massaged over every roll and stretch mark your body embraced, a seemingly mischievous but subtle lift at one corner of his mouth. “always usin' them knockers as an excuse. you sure it ain't just you not wantin' to admit that i'm the one who blew it out?” yes, expect many of his sly, vivacious remarks that often earn him a playful nudge to the chest.
• the “my eyes are up here” comment goes into one ear and out the other with him, so you might as well save it. maybe he’d try to hide the fact that he was staring directly at your cleavage when you two first meet and he was attempting to appear friendly enough to lure you into the traps of sinclair misdeeds, but ever since you became his and he added a ring to that pretty little finger, he did it shamelessly—and how could he not? god, the way they always spilled over the low-cut hemming of your tops and crammed against one another to create that narrow lineation between your tits that he loved so much—it drove him crazy. those blue eyes can’t help but tumble ever so slowly towards the space underneath your collarbone, and he finds such amusement in your flustered state whenever you catch those erotic glances as well.
• you know very well how to put on your bras all on your own, of course, but sometimes you’ll still ask for assistance just for the sake of feeling his touch graze your skin if he’s already inside the room while you’re getting dressed. he’s had his experiences with different women in the past before he met you, so, smug smirk and all, clipping it on for you expertly was no problem.
• he definitely teases you about the faint outline of your nipples that pop against the fabric of your shirt when you decide to go the day without a bra.
• he loves to feel you up from behind. whether it be during the days or nights you chose to cook at the stove, or whether it be as you both stood inside the shower together, you’ll always feel his arms slowly veil your waist and his teeth tug at your neck and earlobe, letting you know exactly what he wanted. his hands journey that familiar, raunchy pathway to deliciously grope your tits and roll the nipple between his index and thumb, chuckling when you gasped with speechless pleasure. it all comes at the most unexpected of moments, and even sometimes happens right in front of either one of his brothers, to whom he audaciously gifts a wink to as if to say 'i bet you wish you had somethin' like this, huh?'
• as good as he is at putting a bra on, is as good as he is at removing one. he enjoys watching how your breasts fall out as soon as his finger unclasps the final hook, as if they’d been waiting for him all day. sometimes he didn’t return home from the station until after midnight when you were already tangled within his sheets, but boy, as soon as you heard the soft creak of the front door opening downstairs, your heart started to tremble hearing those gradual footsteps pace towards the room, and his footsteps alone are what can spur you to become a needy mess in just a single snap of his heel kissing the floor; your pussy aching to squeeze herself around him, your nipples twisting themselves into stiff, pretty browns underneath your garment and ready to be fed to his tongue.
• he sucks your tits just as hard as he may inhale the smoke from a cigarette whenever he’s pissed or stressed, and those teeth never miss a chance to nibble at the center.
• being a man born and raised in louisiana, he preffered his women to be on the thicker side of things, and he liked them thick all around, meaning not only was he infatuated with your chest, but your ass and thighs were two bonuses. the bigger, the better, and in his opinion, what good was sex if there was nothing for him to grab a hold on as he dicked the absolute (s)creams out of a pretty broad? he may have been a skinny white boy, but you best believe he still knew how to handle a thick black woman in the bedroom. it was all a part of his natural charm, and if it was one thing a black woman loved in a man during sex, it was passionate aggression. luckily for you, bo enlightened you the very first day you two began romancing in that velvety, southern cadence, "hope you like aggressive, honey. mama always said it was a family trait.." and boy, did he make sure you found out about that.
• that being said, the headboard slamming against the wall is nothing in comparison to the “look at me when you fuckin’ take this cock” that growls from his tongue as his hips repeatedly snap against the back of your thighs when your calves begin rising towards the ceiling and resting atop his shoulders. failure to comply or shying away only results in him roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to do so, his other hand swinging back then forward to land a nice, stinging slap upon one of your tits, grabbing a handful of it after. “ah, don’t you go hidin’ on me now, baby. i wanna see the look in those eyes when i fill you and your fat tits up.” bo definitely has a mouth on him when it comes to sex. he does not give a single care whether vincent or lester can hear the both of you or not. he was the man of the house. he owned you. not them.
• he loves the full view he receives when you're on top driving your juicy cunt down the few veins of his shaft, the way your tits bounce and how heavy they are when his palms reach up and enwrap the pillowlike flesh into the curves of each knuckle. sometimes he’ll grab your hips or ass for balance and begin fucking his hips upwards, his pale thighs hitting the underside of your asscheeks in a ferocious CLAP CLAP CLAP just to watch those titties jump further within his face, his tongue hanging over his lip in attempt to playfully catch one of your nipples. your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull at that point, fucked so damn dumb that all you could summon were hiccups and stuttered bits and pieces of his name. “yeah, baby, that’s the shit i like to hear. keep singin’ for me.. tell me how good this dick feels.”
• if it's one place he loves being besides the warmth of your pussy after it's been stuffed with his messy seed, it’s balls deep between your tits. “look at ‘em fuckin’ puckerin’ for me..” he mutters in a sexdrunk tone, watching as your nipples hardened again when his fingers plucked and pinched at them. flat on your back and him straddling your stomach, obediently you spread your tits and let his cock slide within the oiled valley, closing them around it. he immediately hissed, grinding his hips slowly forward until his balls were pressed against the underside of your breasts. "shit, darlin'.." a breathy chuckle escapes his mouth, viewing as they almost covered him completely. "tits just fuckin' eat me up, don't they? fuckin' hell, woman, i can't get enough’a you."
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baurbiediv · 1 year
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hate to be lame {3}
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PAIRING ➔ jj maybank x pogue!reader
WARNING(S) ➔ water being thrown, physical fighting (pushing, punches), screaming match between reader & kiara
SYNOPSIS ➔ you and jj seem to be getting back on track, but when a certain someone is trying to get in between the two of you again? you take matters into your own hands.
SIDE NOTE ➔ wish i could give creds to the gif owner!! if anyone knows who it is, please tag them so i can give rightful creds!! (FUCKK, he looks so good in that gif but then again i felt so bad for him in this scene ://)
AUTHOR’S NOTE ➔ once again, i am NOT a kie anti, just for the storyline + LAST PART!!
parts one + two
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“i pushed you away because i fucked up. a couple days after the argument, i told kiara everything. my head was everywhere and .. and we made out.”
your own boyfriend pushed you away and made out with not only someone else but of all people, your own best friend. truth be told, you wanted to lash out at him, he knew there were boundaries set and he broke them.
if you were to go do the same thing he did, jj would be looking for the guy and trying to knock his head off backwards right now. but you’d be crowned ‘bitch of the year award’ for going after kiara, but rightfully so, she knew it was wrong.
she knew you and jj were in a bad spot right then and she took that as an opportunity for herself to get what she had wanted.
you never tried anything like that whenever she had her eyes set for someone else because you knew better than that. but now the flip in you was teetering between off and on.
it was a silent night, the faint sound of the water being carried along with the wind was the only thing to be heard, besides the loud cheering of the group.
you ultimately decided to get out of the hot tub and make your way into the chateau hoping that a certain someone would follow you in. “i should go and talk to her.” kiara said as she watched you disappear into the house, sarah looked over at kiara, “just know that if she beats your ass, you deserved it!” cleo said just before laughing. john b, pope, and jj oblivious to the conversation.
sarah snickered before kiara sent her a glare, which caused the blonde to look away before coughing. kiara hopped out the hot tub and trailed into the chateau, seeing your figure in the kitchen.
she took a deep breath, “y/n?” she called out. mentally cursing yourself out, you rolled your eyes, “in the kitchen!” you yelled back before grabbing what you needed. kie approached you with her hands in her back pockets, “look, i know you hate me right now but that might be an understatement, and i don’t blame you for it. i just want to apologize to you, it wasn’t cool and i wanna know if we’re cool.” she said, a slight smile prominent on her face.
you nodded and pushed your tongue into your cheek before throwing water into her face, prompting you to hop off the counter you were sitting on. “you just ‘wanna know if we’re cool?’, you kissed my boyfriend kiara! you of all people should’ve known how incredibly fucked up that is.” you spat back at her, your temper was at an all time high.
you pushed past her and made your way out the chateau. kiara chase you out the house and catching up to you as you were on the steps. without hesitation she pushed you, not rough enough for you to fall but enough for you to merely lose your balance and stumble down the steps.
sarah and cleo had now begun to watch this go down, the two of you telling in the distance. and yet again the boys oblivious to this as the three of them were on the dock talking about whatever had been on their minds.
“what is wrong with you!” kiara yelled as she finally reached you at the bottom of the porch. before your mind could react, your body did it for itself. in a quick second, your fist connected with the left side of her face which send her flying back.
cleo made a ‘damn i know that hurt’ face as sarah quickly looked over at cleo, “i think we should stop them before it gets serious.” sarah said nervously.
cleo just shook her head before laughing, “ah ah, kiara had it coming. look sarah, if some girl did this with john b, you’d do the same thing.” she said patting sarah’s shoulder.
within moments kiara was able to get two hits in, one to your lip, and a scratch across your cheek.
pope now witnessed the two of you in the distance, “guys! look,” pope nearly yelled, pointing over at the chateau, john b and jj who were bickering about something stupid, quickly turned to where pope pointed to.
jj squinted his eyes, “is that y/n and kie?” he said now standing up. the three boys ran up the dock and up to the hot tub where cleo and sarah had now become bystanders to the whole ordeal.
by now you were standing face to face with kiara. you “what’s wrong with me? i’ll tell you what’s wrong with me,”
fists balled up to the point they almost turned white.
“you, my own best fucking friend, went behind my back and made out with my boyfriend. kiara, you had the nerve to sit in my face and never tell me what went down. some fucking friend you are. and you think that magically, y/n will be completely okay with you macking on her boyfriend! wake up and get out of kiaraland. not everything will play into your hand like you want it to.”
you said as your finger nearly pried into her collarbone, making sure she felt and understood every single word that came out of your mouth.
before anyone could say anything else, this moment had flashed before everyone’s eyes. you tackled her and let your fists nearly pummel her face in. john b and jj quickly made their way over to you, jj pried you off of kiara as john b got kiara off the ground.
what a way to end a night.
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sitting quietly, in the living room as jj tended to the cuts on your face, “never did i think we’d be doing this the other way around.” jj said as he lightly cracked a smile.
uncontrollably, you also smiled at that. “if i’m gonna be honest, i could’ve slapped you back there, too, but i felt like that would’ve been too much for one night.”
you said looking at jj which prompted him to let out a laugh. “but if i’m gonna be honest, that was really hot.” he admitted, which made you raise an eye brow. “i gotta see that side of you more often,” he said getting all excited.
“it was like something straight out of an action movie, i mean seriously y/n!” he exclaimed as you laughed.
he got up and started mimicking all kinds of different sound effects and started to reenact everything that went down. “you’re such a dork!” you said as you began to laugh.
he plopped back down on the couch and looked at you, “i’m a dork for you and you only y/n.” he said lightheartedly, before placing a kiss on your nose.
“i love you jayj.”
“i love you too y/n.”
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bbykento · 8 months
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I’ll make it up to you - gojo x gn! reader
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wc. 1.1k | NOT proofread
contents! angst to fluff, comfort, gojo calls you clingy, neglect, cute nicknames, he does everything to make your anger gone, crying, overthinking, negative thoughts, praise.
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you missed gojo so bad.
right now, you were just watching a movie or whatever you could do to occupy yourself. while gojo is out there hanging out with his friends, it’s been awhile since they’ve seen each other. you thought this wouldn’t change anything in your daily life.
but after a few weeks, it’s all he’s been doing. he’s always outside with his friends, barely acknowledging your presence. you get that it’s been quite awhile, but you’ve been feeling neglected.
You weren’t clingy whatsoever (maybe you were) but you missed him so bad. every damn time he came home he’d either be too tired and sleep right away or he’d play video games… with his friends again.
it was the same process all over again. you were getting tired, you were already having a rough week. you needed your boyfriend…
at the moment, it was currently 12:59 am. Where the fuck was your boyfriend?? you decided to text him, worried about his being.
You
baby, where are you? it’s 1 am already, you okay?
baby?
baby?
can you come home already? its kinda late
baby answer me
you were worried, he usually came home from their hangout by 7 pm or even earlier. though why was he taking longer? yes he’s the strongest he can take care of himself yeah yeah but it was your boyfriend. finally after a few minutes (it took 30 minutes) before he responded.
Gojo
js out w my bros dw
wow. he finally responded, in like one of the worst ways ever. he would usually reassure you sweetly that he’s okay and he’d be back quickly in 50+ messages, whenever he’d went out longer than usual. but this? its not him. it was a dry response, maybe someone took his phone?
You
when r u coming home?
baby?
Gojo
can you like stop?
stop being so clingy it’s annoying
im just hanging out w my bros
and im not gonna come home till for a little while
the reason why i hung out with them was to escape your clingy ass
so stfu for a moment
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… what the fuck? im clingy? when im just worrying about your wellbeing?? you already had a bad day and just wanna cuddle with your boyfriend but he adds to the stress.
like the petty person you are, you take your things and leave his apartment with teary eyes. if he calls you clingy, might as well distance yourself from him. nobody to wake him up, take care of his drunken state, cook him breakfast, and all that.
….
a week passes by and not a single sign from him. he didn’t bother to text you, call you, go to your apartment, whatsoever. you guys don’t usually fight, and when you do it doesn’t last this long. he would always be to go to you first and apologize.
you were overthinking, maybe you were a burden to him? was he cheating on you? will he break up with you? negative thoughts clouded your mind as you cry your heart out and cuddle your pillow.
before suddenly, a ding comes from your door. was that finally gojo? was he here to apologize and comfort me? you fixed yourself before opening the door, the moment you opened the door it all answered your questions.
Oh. it was just a delivery man…..with a bouquet but instead it was filled with money shaped into flowers, a cute basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks and food. Till you realize the “delivery man” had snow-white hair..
“gojo..?”
“baby..I’m sorry please? I know it’s not enough but fuck.. im sorry, im sorry…can we talk?” he looks up, finally letting you see his eyes. he looked, tired. and so did you.
“okay…” you say. you were glad he was back, you missed his touch, his face, his everything.
he gets inside and you close the door behind him. when he lands the items on a table, he suddenly hugs you.
“Baby i’m sorry I don’t know what i fucking said I didn’t mean any of that you know that right? please im sorry ill make it up to you… I just- I just..”
“Baby calm down, we’ll talk about it after you collect all your thoughts.”
he nods in agreement, before he nuzzles his head deeper into your neck taking in your scent. oh how he missed you, how bad he fucked up to the. point you guys haven’t interacted each other for a week.
“I’m sorry… I was just in a bad mood after my friends made a joke about hitting on you… I poured my anger on you, nothing was your fault. It’s all mine.. please forgive me baby I’ll do anything to make up to you..” he started to kiss your neck.
God did you want to cry again.
“don’t you know how much that hurt me?” tears started to roll down your cheeks.
“I know baby.. it’s all my fault blame it on me. I’ve been neglecting my cute and beautiful baby.. you don’t deserve it please don’t cry..” he wipes your tears and cups your face before kissing you all over your face
“Please just don’t do that ever again..” you hug him tightly. you were so happy and sad at the same time. after all those overthinking… his reassurance was what you needed the most.
“Of course, my love. please remember I don’t find you clingy or annoying, even if you were clingy I love every second of it. I love every bit of you. please don’t stop loving me like that, im an asshole fuck me. im sorry you had to deal with this asshole but this asshole loves you very much.” with every sentence, he gave a kiss on your face.
“I love how you make me breakfast everyday, the way you wake me up so sweetly, the way you text me to see how I’m doing, how you clean my clothes for me when I’m too tired, draw doodles on my chest with your fingers when im asleep, kiss me and put a blanket over me when you see me shiver, I love all of you and the things you do.” he continued.
He kisses you long and deep. you couldn’t stop the ecstatic feeling in you when he said all of those words. oh did you love him so much, and so did he.
Safe to say, you guys spent the night in each other’s arms. he spoiled you a lot the very next day, or rather for the past few weeks.
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note: this would’ve been better if I havent fucking accidentally exited the draft without saving the work in progress 🫠 AAAAA
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octo-hyacinth · 2 years
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Ah ah! Your writing is to die for I loved the 'Pomefiore's Reaction to Receiving a Flower' and I was wondering if you could do Riddle,Ace,Azul and Rook reaction to you giving them a stuffed animal/plushie♡ I just think their reactions would be neat<3
OOH ABSOLUTELY. This has fantastic potential i can smeel it >:3
anyway i love this ask, enjoy~
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TWST Boys Being Gifted a Plushie
Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Azul Ashengrotto, Rook Hunt Content Warnings: Fluff, slightest bit of angst(?) (just a smidge), Rook possibly sounding ooc (POSSIBLY) A/N: I wanna smack Ace sometimes. Also my first time seriously analyzing Riddle's personality.
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Riddle Rosehearts
He would be stunned into silence for real.
He'd never had one of these as a child, and by the time he was in NRC and could technically have one without his mother confiscating it, he'd grown out of them, and saw no point in them anyway
But you got him a little bear with a red bow around its neck... and he was immediately attached to it, even though he didn't show it
It's... so fluffy?? And he could keep this in his room, with no judgement???
It's definitely big enough for him to hug at night when he's feeling lonely and missing you
Sometimes he'll talk to it at night, saying the things he wishes he could say to you but can't.
To your face, he could only be formal and reserved, but to the bear he could spill his true thoughts and feelings about you
Maybe one day, he could tell you what he wants to say, and finally break down the wall of his own making.
Ace Trappola
Immediately gives you a smug grin once you hand him the stuffed fox
"Ooh, what's this, Prefect? Don't tell me you're getting soft for me?"
He shuts up after you whack him on the arm
He keeps it in his bag for the rest of the school day, but once he gets back to his dorm, he gently sets it on his bed, and decides to name it after you.
It sits next to his pillow as he sleeps at night, and lets him have a bit of comfort, almost like you're there with him
He never speaks a word of that, though. He'd never admit he loves it as much as he does.
This gift you've given him only makes him like you even more. Maybe if you think about him enough to give him a sappy stuffed animal, he should be showing his affection for you even more.
Azul Ashengrotto
Of course, you had to give him a lil octopus plushie! One of those flippable ones, too, with different colors and expressions on each side :)
He immediately goes entirely red, right up to his ears, but he’s desperately trying to stay cool and refined. He’s trying so hard. So don’t tease him too much, he might actually explode.
“Ah, I-I see, how thoughtful of you. You have my gratitude.”
And then he retreats to his office to silent-scream.
You got him an octopus?? This little guy??? Was for him???? Does this mean that you really like octopi?? But not him, right? Unless-
Man, his thoughts spiral so damn fast, you have to reassure him that you do indeed like him, and that there’s no reason to think otherwise <3
He keeps the little guy perched on his desk, and often flips it inside out and back whenever he’s exhausted or needs a break, just to give him something to focus on
He really loves it, though. He’d never admit it to your face, but Floyd has slammed the door open (without knocking) and found Azul just, gently holding or admiring the little octopus way too many times. Floyd may or may not have been bribed to keep his mouth shut about something he may or may not have witnessed, so don’t ask. (Or do, you can probably get whatever info you want from Floyd if you play your cards right.) But it always reminds Azul of you, and he treasures that. He’d much rather be holding you, but for now, this must suffice.
Rook Hunt
Rook is absolutely delighted you bestowed upon him such a thoughtful present!
He took the little stuffed leopard and immediately gave it a big hug, and his eyes just lit up when you told him that the leopard, being such a good hunter, reminded you of him.
“Merci, ma chérie! I truly do love this with all my heart.”
It gets a special place on a shelf in his room, where all his most prized possessions and trophies go.
And that leopard is the centerpiece.
And as a hunter, he now wishes to retrieve a trophy for you to treasure, as much as he treasures this.
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gavisfanta · 3 months
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Can I request a image of where aurora and her friend which is the reader are at her house cause she was staying over and Gavi comes over for Christmas and he meets her and he falls in love with her and Gavi parents and aurora help set them up
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BOUND TO - GAVI
this story also has two parts so I'll add 1t here as soon as i wrote it!!!
sunnary: You're Auroras friend, you went over to eat dinner at her house at Christmas eve and you finally tell her that you had a crush on her brother. After that Aurora tries to get you close.
warning: none
Aurora welcomed you with a hug into her house
As you made your way throughout the famillar hallway you and Aurora decided to go into the kitchen to grab a drink and then head to Aurora's room.
As you walked past the livingroom you saw Aurora's brother, Gavi, sit on the black couch.
He looked up at you but in the same second you turned around, you have always been too shy to talk to him.
Well, have a real conversation with him, ofcourse you said hey, and bye, and maybe you two exchanged one or two words while eating dinner but nothing more.
Today was however something special, today was Christmas Eve and not only you but Gavi also hoped that you two would have a longer conversation this night.
You also couldn't deny that he wasn't good looking. You have known Aurora for a very long time and she was your Bestfriend since the beginning.
That led to you being close to Gavi at all times. The thought of him kissing you entered your mind many times while you sat at the dinnertable with his familly.
you kind of felt guilty that you had a crush on your Bestfriends brother, you were also scared that this little crush you had on Gavi would destroy your friendship with her.
You had to tell her somewhen you just couldn'tdecide when.
"So, are you excited to eat with us?" Aurora
pulled you out of your thoughts as you turned your head back to her from the floor.
"Oh l'm more than excited, I could die for your mom's steak, you know that!" You said and she smiled softly while taking a sip from her glass of water.
"Oh I know, and my mom does too, she made them just for you this year." Aurora couldn't help but smile at your huge grin.
You've been to their house countless times
before but her mom's steak was to die for. Her mother adored the way you ate the steak with such a big appetite and loved it too.
Luckily she's eating her because that steak is to die for." Gavi suddenly walked into the kitchen and went to get a glass of water too.
"Didn't you say that you hate that steak?" Aurora looked at you, Gavi was behind her and when she rolled her eyes at him you let out a small chuckle.
"Nah, I love it." He poked Aurora's head and then walked out the kitchen again. She gave him a heavy side eye before looking back at you. You laughed a bit at the interaction between thetwo siblings.
"So, wanna go to my room?" She asks after a few second and you nod your head.
After about an hour of you two just gossiping about your old friendgroup you two heard footsteps outside the room.
"Aurora" Gavi opened the door so suddenly it made you jump. As he saw that he scared you a bit he smiled softly at you.
"What?" Aurora asked, she didn't even realizethe small interaction between you two.
Gavi's attention was now on Aurora.
"Mom said you two should come downstairs. Dinner is ready." Gavi said and left the room, making sure to leave the door open.
"He's so annoying." She stood up and before you stood up too, you exhaled deeply. She made a weird face."Is everything okay?"
"I have to tell you something, but promise that you wont be mad at me. You said quietly and she furrowed her brows together
"Oh my god are you pregnant? She asked in a sarcastic tone and you made a face as she burst out laughing.
"Rora, this is serious." You tried to hide that smile that was creeping up your face whenever you saw her laugh.
"Okay, sorry. she cleared her throat and fixed her posture. You inhaled sharply.
"I might like Gavi but Im not sure about my feelings tho." You lowered your voice so that her family downstairs couldn't hear you talking.
She stared at you with her mouth hanging slightly open. "You like Gavi?" She started to raise her voice a bit.
"Psst, shut up." You covered her mouth with your hand. "Don't tell anyone." You removed your hand after she nodded.
"Are you mad?"
"What me? No, please, marry him. So we can be family,. Oh my god I will be the cool aunt! My god we have to plan your wedding immediately! She squealed and you shushed her by putting your hand over her mouth again
"Aurora!" You whispered aggressively and she smiled.
"Aurora come downstairs right now!" Gavi yelled from downstairs and she nodded at you.
"I won't tell anyone I promise." She told you while you two walked down the stairs side by side.
"Won't tell what?" Gavi asked, he was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you through his lashes.
"Nothing." Aurora flashed him a smile and you two walked over to the table.
As you all sat down by the table Aurora's mom looked at you as you smiled at the steak.
"And y/n, do you like what you see? She asked sarcastically with a huge smile.
"Oh I love it, thanks so much for making it." You smiled and started cutting the meat. You put a smaller piece into your mouth and let the salty meat flavour blend in your mouth.
"I'm really sorry but I'm just trying to make sure that it's good." Aurora's mom said again and you smile while chewing.
After you were done you looked up at her again. "It's amazing, even better then what I remembered." You smiled at her.
"I see you secured yourself a save seat at the table with that sentence." Aurora's dad said and you laughed.
"Oh I'm sure she would love to stay here, atleast for the night." Aurora winked at you and you shook your head as you gave her a look.
"Of course, she can sleep in the guestroom." Aurora's dad turned to face you.
"She can just sleep in my room." Aurora suggested and that made Gavi look up at her. You watched as his eyes scanned her face and then you also looked at her.
"You don't even have a big enough bed. Gavi said and you looked at Aurora again to see how the conversation between the two would continue.
"Oh my god right!" She gasped. "But luckily you do!" She said and suddenly you felt your cheeks heat up while you shook your head.
"Your right." Gavi said and your heart skipped a beat. "She can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
You couldn't help but feel somehow disappointed, there was just a tiny bit of hope that maybe just for one night you could be close to him, breathe the same air as him. Maybe even breathe in his scent and feel his presence
"Is that okay with you? Aurora's dad asked.
"Yeah, of course, thanks so much." You nodded your head and then Aurora gave you a small smile.
Oh gosh the way you loved her.
After helping her parents clean up everything. Aurora, Gavi and you sat down on the couch to watch a movie.
"Did I help or did I help?" Aurora asked you with a sly smile on her face.
"You did help." You smiled at her and she leaned back.
"What a great friend I am."
The movie was finished and you and Aurora just went upstairs, she wanted to give you clothes.
"Okay, so now we can go over to his." Aurora handed you a couple of things you needed and then you two walked over to Gavis door.
She opened it without knocking and he was there shirtless. Of course you have seen him shirtless before but it shocked you everytime.
"Hi" He mumbled and then he waited for you to come inside.
"Thanks for letting me sleep here." You mumbled and Aurora crossed her arms as she stood in the doorframe.
"Yeah, no thing. Bathroom is there, you can use whatever you want." He pointed towards the other door leading to his bathroom.
"Thanks." You mumbled and Gavi walked past you and Aurora.
"Let's go downstairs too." She nodded her head towards the door and you agreed while putting down the things she gave you on the bed.
"Aurora honey, are you gonna come with us for a quick visit at your Uncle's place? Her dad asked as soon as you two walked into the livingroom.
"Yeah sure. She agreed pretty fast as you just stood there, next to her.
"Gavi already agreed to hang out with you, or is that how he said it? I don't know." Auroras mom laughed.
"Okay, then I'll see you after we get back." Aurora hugged you and you nodded as you walked into the living room.
"Are they gone? He asked and sat up on the couch.
"Yeah, they're gone, why?" You asked and he shrugged his shoulders. You couldn't help but look at his body, it was literally perfect.
"Don't know." He muttered under his breath.
"Okay." You said and sat down next to him, looking at the tv.
"Hey Y/n, He turned to face you. "Can I ask you something?"
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cw/tw & summary: gn!reader, angst but not really? so much FLUFF, he confesses when you're asleep, written in lowcase letters (idk if I have to mention that), pet names? (pretty), english isn't my first language so I apologise for possible grammar mistakes and stuff this got longer than I expected that's what she said
part 2 (link is at the end too so you don't have to scroll back up)
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gojo satoru loves you a lot. but he's a dumbass and doesn't know how to tell you.
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it's one of those nights when you just can't fall asleep no matter how hard you try. you look at the digital clock on your nightstand. 2:37 am, it says. you sigh and turn around, closing your eyes in attempt to fall asleep. it doesn't work.
this goes on for an hour or two, until you're fed up with it and decide to give up.
there's someone you want to call. you know you shouldn't call him at this hour but you're too tired to think straight so you remove your phone from the charger and go to your recent calls. he's the first one.
you click on his name. you listen to the quiet sound the call makes and suddenly become aware of what you're doing. it's 4 am and you're calling your friend gojo satoru.
I should really end the call, he's not going to answer, he's asleep, you think but to your disappointment the call gets picked up.
"hello?" you hear his tired voice say on the other side of the phone.
"hi, satoru," you breath out. "I'm sorry for waking you up, I didn't realise how late it was. go back to sleep, I'll end the call."
you hear him sigh which makes you a bit anxious. is he angry? of course he is angry, I woke him up by calling him at this hour, and I called him just over something stupid.
"no, don't end the call." he finally says. "I'm awake already, you might as well tell me why you called," he laughs softly and you feel relief wash over your body. he's not angry.
"I just can't sleep. it's stupid really. I don't know why I called you about it."
"do you want me to come over?" he asks.
you're processing his question. would he really do that for you? it's four am after all.
"are you still there? don't tell me you fell asleep, I can't really be that boring." he jokes.
"I'm here, was just.. thinking." it gets quiet for a moment. you hear him shift his position.
"want me to come over?" he asks again.
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there's a knock on your door 10 minutes later and you rush to open it.
there he is, in his black t-shirt that looks a few sizes too big for him and his grey sweatpants he loves wearing whenever you guys are hanging out at his place or yours. it's just a casual, comfortable look and you think it's adorable.
"satoru!" you smile. gojo smiles back.
"so, where are your snacks?" he asks and walks past you inside the house. you smile and follow him, closing the door behind you.
you walk into the kitchen and see him opening your drawers. "the candies are in the upper drawer next to the fridge," you inform him and place your elbows on the kitchen counter, leaning your chin on your hands.
"what movie do you wanna watch?" he asks, carrying the snacks to your couch.
"you pick, I'm fine with anything," you answer him and he nods, opening your TV and choosing his favorite movie. you've seen it at least twenty times but watching it makes him happy so you don't mind.
"well come here, can't have me eating all these snacks alone," he grins and pats the couch, signing for you to sit next to him. and you do just that.
he puts his hand around you, making you lean your head on his shoulder. it's nothing unusual, you hug regularly; he enjoys physical touch and you like hugging him.
"popcorn?" he asks and you open your mouth for the snack.
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the movie keeps playing. he wants to talk with you but you seem to be lost in your thoughts.
"what're you thinking about?" gojo asks. he wants to add a nickname. he wants to call you pretty. he likes when you call him pretty and he wants to return the favor. besides, he actually thinks you're pretty. of course you think he's pretty, too, but he doesn't believe you.
"nothing much, I'm just tired." you mumble and he nods. a comfortable silence falls among you two.
you lean closer to him. he lets you get closer, he wants you to get closer. he wants to have only you close to him, he loves how you hug him when you first see him in the morning and when he walks you to your house in the evening. he loves how you hug him as a goodbye after a long movie night. he loves all of your hugs.
it's about 5am at this point, and you finally feel yourself drift off to sleep.
gojo notices this too. you look adorable when you sleep, he thinks. he wants to tell you this but he doesn't.
the movie keeps playing for another hour. he steals a few glances at you from time to time, looking at your lips. he imagines how they would feel against his. he shakes his head, he shouldn't be thinking about things like that. but he can't help it, you're just so loveable.
"you're so adorable." gojo whispers. you shift your position in your sleep, making his heart jump.
"you scared me there," he says and laughs softly. "I thought you heard me. I want you to hear me, really, but I can't handle rejection."
he hides his face with his forearm, mumbling a soft "I just love you so much. I always have and I always will."
he hopes that you hear him, he prays for it with everything that he has.
but you don't hear him. that's because you're sleeping. you're sleeping tightly in his arms.
in your friend's arms.
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you wanted a part 2 so here it is :D
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