#yet two minutes later when he decides to let ume come with him is when he changes back to his human self

[zeltqz]

having rindou as a clingy, needy fwb

content: safe sex, sexting, suggestive pics, rindou is a horny guy, needy guy, clingy guy, implied possessive rindou, fem!reader

a/n: ive been so inactive im so sorry guys i feel so bad :( uni has been literally kicking my BOOOOOTYYYY anyway enjoy this quick one shot with rindou :))

He’s bold.

You set the shopping bag down on the floor by your bed and began to unpack its contents, ready for a mini fashion show in front of your mirror when your phone chimed by your bedside table.

You were halfway with taking your top off when you heard the buzz and walked over to it and grabbed it.

rinnn wyd

You smiled at his random text message, eyes trained on your screen as you sat backwards onto your bed and texted back.

you Just came back from shopppinggg

Setting your phone down, you’re about to stand back up to head towards your mirror when he responds at lightspeed. Oh he must be so bored today, you snigger and decide to text him back.

rinnn What you get?

you Cant tell you thattttt Too personal

rinnn What was it? Lingerie?

you Oh um

rinnn No way. Pfft yeah right

you WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN????

rinnn Nothing i just cant see you in that at all

you Well its true 

rinnn Sureeee Lemme see it

you Ok wait one second

You stand up from your bed and walk over to your bag, grab the lacy bra and matching panties set and place it flat on your bed. It took longer than a second to snap the photo as you wanted it to look perfect and presentable so you spent longer actually wiping stray crumbs from your bed, closing your curtains to get perfect lighting, straightening out your bedsheets in order to get the perfect photo.

Once you were pleased, you hopped back onto your bed and sent the photo to Rindou. As expected, since it took longer than you said to send the photo he went offline and you huffed impatiently. Ten minutes later your phone was buzzing and you zoomed for it eagerly, only for your smile to fade when you saw his response.

rinnn Thats not what i meant

you WDYM?????

rinnn Did you get it for your boyfriend?

you You know damn well i dont have a boyfriend

rinnn Lmfao i know. just checking

you what???

rinnn Show me the fit tho

you I did

rinnn Put it on

you oh…OHH Sure okay…

You weren’t expecting that at all honestly. Yet the idea of putting it on for Rindou weirdly turned you on. You bit your lip and stared down at the lacy material laid on your bed and slowly began to strip off your shirt and bottoms. Once it was on, you quickly walked up to the mirror and examined how it looked on you. 

It was the cheapest matching set available in store and you weren’t rich by any means so it’ll have to do. You quickly grabbed your phone and snapped a photo of you standing in the mirror. 

The photo was horrible. You were stiff, awkward and you accidentally took the photo in the middle of blinking. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t find the confidence left in yourself to retake it, so you cropped your face out and sent the photo to Rindou without a second thought. 

It all happened so quickly that you failed to realise the gravity of what you just did until you saw Rindou read the message. Your eyes widened and you tossed your phone across the room, flopping instantly onto your bed and thrashing between the sheets for a minute or two to let your frustrations and anxieties out. 

It was the first time you ever sent someone intimate photos and you made a promise to your younger self that you’d wait until you were in an official relationship to do that. But here you were sending them to your best friend just because you wanted his approval for reasons that were beyond you.

Your phone buzzed minutes later and you peeked an eye open at your phone from across the room, took a deep breath then reached for it.

rinnn Damn u look so sexy right now

you Lol stop Thank you tho

rinnn Send another

you Desperate much?

rinnn Coming from the girl buying lingerie for herself

you Nothing wrong with that :( But fine wait

You feel exceptionally giddy when you stand up from your bed, your confidence rising back up in copious amounts as you waddle towards your mirror. This time, you recorded a short video of you from side to side, showing off your assets as seductively as you possibly could before sending it to him.

His response only spurs you on even more.

rinnn Would u kill me if i was hard rn

you Probably yes Flattered, but yes

rinnn How would u kill me?

you Choke you maybe. Or like suffocation and prolong it as long as i can

rinnn With your thighs? I wont mind that

Your face flushes as your thumbs freeze over your keyboard.

you OML YOURE SO HORNY I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT

rinnn Thats how i took it 

you Yeah i know, you weirdo

rinnn How would you suffocate me though?

you With my hands duhhhhhh. Actually maybe a pillow. More surface area.

rinnn You’ll be on top of me?

The image of you on top of him with your hands around his throat plagued your mind and you were lost for words for the third time tonight. It didn’t even occur to you that you were sexting your best friend.

you If that's how you want to go out then yes

rinnn It is

you Then i will

rinnn Good

You This escalated so fast Goodbye rindou 

He’s needy.

His phone is ringing. 

Rindou’s phone is ringing whilst he’s on top of you, lips kissing and sucking your soft skin just under your jaw as his cock thrusts slowly into you. Your hands are playing with his hair, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp when his cock reaches that spot inside you with enough force to tease, not satisfy you. 

You’d been begging him to go rougher, want to hear the loud slap of his hips against yours but he’d been so adamant on taking his sweet time, like his phone hasn’t been ringing for the last thirty seconds.

“Rinnnnnn,” you grumble irritatedly, the soft strokes you were doing on his hair now turned to a full on tug , as harsh as you could, with enough force to completely still his lips on your neck. 

He pulls away from you and lifts himself up onto his arms, looking down at you with a peeved expression on his face.

“What.” His hips still don’t still, thrusting ever so slightly into you but keeps on managing to hit that spot regardless and see your eyes roll as you bite down your lip to stifle a moan. 

Unlinking your arms from around his neck, you try to reach over to the bedside table but your arms are too short. Grumbling, you try to shift and Rindou just stills entirely, watching you grab his phone that was face down as it rang continuously for the last minute. 

Missed call: Dad

Missed call: Dad

Your eyebrows raise as you read the contact and turn the phone towards Rindou. He clicks his tongue, irritated your attention is off him and grabs the phone. 

“It’s just my old man, who cares?” He tosses the phone backwards on the bed, this time you can’t reach it if it rings again and his thrusts restart, slowly rolling his hips into your core.

“What if it's important?” you mumble, your voice shaky when he relowers himself on you, kissing your lips softly. “Rin—” Your words keep getting swallowed by his lips and he doesn’t stop kissing you until you finally give in. 

He grabs onto your hand and lifts it, nestling it on top of his head and moves your fingers to play with his hair. You got the hint and began stroking his hair again, loving the way he hums into your mouth whenever you tug at his hair.

You were finally submitting to him again, his phone long forgotten in your mind and he grins before pulling away from the kiss to reattach his lips back onto your neck, adding more to the marks he left on your neck prior.

“Rin faster please,” you whine, trying to lift your hips to feel his cock deeper inside you but he’s quicker. A firm hand pressing down on your hips to keep them flat on the bed.

“Stop being so needy,” he says, voice muffled as he doesn’t stop sucking down your throat. 

“I’m needy? Says the one who’s been kissing me and having me play with your  hair for the last—” You grab your phone that was under his pillow and check the time. You got here around five p.m and it's now close to six. “—hour.”

“Were you not complaining you barely get aftercare during sex? All those other boys you were with practically discarded you, now I’m doing it and you have a problem?” His hand runs on the underside of your right breast before cupping it, squeezing it in his hand, enjoying the way you shiver momentarily. “Make up your fuckin’ mind.” 

His tongue licks at your nipple and your body jerks briefly before stilling as he sucks on your soft nipple till it hardens. 

“That’s—not the same and you know it, Rin.” you huff, unable to think of a comeback; not when he’s treating you like this.  He chuckles and bites gently on your breast.

All you can think of as you toss your head back is the feeling of his soft lips on your breast, his tongue licking at your nipple, sending static down your entire body. 

His mouth is hot against your skin and you find yourself subconsciously lifting your chest higher to feel more of his mouth. 

Your hands grab onto his face and lift him to look at you before pulling him towards you for a kiss. His hand rests on the headboard behind you as your needy mouth moves against his. 

You take the time to run your fingers along his sides, dragging them along his bare back that’s far too clean for your liking, not enough scratch marks like usual. If only he’d actually fuck you like you wanted.

This time, your phone starts to ring beside you and you pull away, breaking the kiss and completely missing the way Rindou rolls his eyes as you instantly go to answer it.

“Hello?”

Bored, Rindou bends back down to your neck only to have you press your spare hand against his mouth, looking sternly at him and shaking your head.

“Oh hi Kakucho. Yes, Rindou’s with me.” 

Rindou gives you a confused look and you shrug before listening intently at your phone. “Oh really? Yeah, we’re not busy right now. I’ll tell him. Okay, bye.” You hang up and put your phone back on the bed.

“Why did you lie?” Rindou asks.

“Kakucho said he needs you for something. I don’t know what, he won’t tell me.” 

“Okay? I’m still busy though.” He pins you back down to the bed when you go to sit up. “I’ll fuck you for real this time. Let me finish.” 

As if to prove his point he shifts backwards, grabbing your ankles and lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder. He leans forward and his cock instantly slides deeper than before; you moan loudly.

 “Right there?” He rolls his hips again, testing. You nod rapidly, breathless and that’s all he needs before snapping his hips recklessly. 

Your walls flutter around the condom with each thrust and he can’t get enough of how good you feel around him. He buries his head between your shoulder and his pillow and listens to your moans, how loud and shaky they get when his hips press firmly against yours. 

“I’m close,” you say softly, biting down on your lip.

“Me too. Shit.” 

His orgasm comes faster than he’d expected, his seed spilling out into the condom when you moan his name softly as your own walls spasm from your own orgasm. He lays on top of you momentarily before remembering Kakucho’s call and reluctantly lifts himself off you.

He slides off the bed and you lift your jelly legs up to sit upright, watching him change back into his clothes. 

“What time will you be back?” you ask, resting your chin on your arm perched on top of your knee. 

“Not sure to be honest. I don’t even know what these people want.” He fixes his belt. “Why? You’ll miss me?” he adds with a smirk and you roll your eyes,

“Other way around Rindou.”

“Mhm sure .” Fully dressed, he fixes his hair that’s been ruffled from earlier. “C’mere.” 

You slide off the bed and walk over to him. He cups your cheek and pulls you closer, gently kissing you. 

You pull away after a few moments and push him towards the door. “Get out already. Stop stalling and go see your friends.”

He laughs before closing the door.

He can’t keep his hands off you.

Rindou has his arm wrapped around your shoulder, keeping sure your body is pressed against his side the entire party. If you wanted to get a drink, he’ll be with you with his arm around your shoulder. It’s a friendly gesture, what can he say? 

 If you wanted to play beer pong with his friends, his arm is around your hip, standing behind you, close enough so that your ass constantly brushes his crotch whenever you make any sort of movement. 

His friends all look at him like he can’t be serious. Ran can’t even think of a time he’s seen you without Rindou’s arm around you honestly. It’s gotten that far.

If you’re sitting on the couch, Rindou’s arm is around your waist, making sure you’re sitting as close to him as possible. What can he say, he just wants to make space for others on the couch. He’s a generous guy.

You’re currently in the bathroom, fixing your hair up to get ready to step into the pool. 

Rindou’s watching you as he sits on the edge of the bathtub, shamelessly running his eyes along your body in your bathing suit. You’re not oblivious to his staring, only used to it at this point. It’s not like you don’t stare at him too whenever he’s shirtless. 

It’s only admiration .

Rindou stands up and stands behind you as you take your earrings out, his chest right against your back as you look at him through the mirror.

“You good?” you ask, concerned. He’s been silent the entire time you’ve been changing.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” he murmurs, distracted by the thin strap of your bathing suit. He can’t help but wonder how something so thin can be sturdy enough to hold up in the waters. The last thing he wants is for it to come loose and have your entire chest exposed in front of all his friends.

“I dunno Rin. You’ve been really quiet since Sanzu mentioned swimming—”

“Isn’t this a little flimsy?” he cuts you off, ignoring you in favour of tugging at your strap.

“You think?” You tug at the other one and wonder. “I think it’ll be fine. Actually! Could you tighten the strings at the back?” You reach behind your back and gesture at it.

“Sure.” His voice is low as he unties the straps and begins tying them again but tighter. Halfway, he stops and you don’t notice until you’ve fully taken out your earrings, feeling your bikini top begin to slip. 

“Uh, Rin?” You feel him moving the straps off your shoulder but before you can question it, he’s turning you around and hoisting you up onto the bathroom counter. “Rin. What are you—”

He leans forward, entrapping in a kiss that has you shutting up instantly. His hand palms your breast through your bikini top that’s on the verge of falling to the floor. 

Your hands move to the side of his face and hold him close to you as he slips between your legs, his hand dropping to rest at your hips. His tongue plays with yours, licking into your mouth and you have to fight to keep the soft moan rising in your throat down as you ran your hands down the plane of his chest, gripping at the waistband of his shorts to tug him closer.

Your bikini top finally falls to the floor and it feels so good to have his hand caressing your bare breast. 

A loud knock at the door startles you; Rindou remains unfazed, only irritated at being interrupted. 

“What the fuck do you want?” Rindou yells at the door.

“We’re about to get in the pool. You guys coming or not?!” Sanzu yells back from the other end.

Rindou turns back to you and you shrug, not really minding what you do. His eyes drop down to your lips, your bare chest, your legs, then his dick that’s been hard in his shorts for the last five minutes.

“We’ll see you in a bit.” Rindou kisses you again, lifting you off the counter slightly to slide the rest of your bikini off.

“We’re busy right now.”

#—tr </3 #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou smut #rindou x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev #tokyorev x reader #tr smut #tr x reader #tokrev smut

[kel-lance]

Movie night - Fem!reader x Itadori, Megumi, Toge, Yuta part 1

Warnings: MDNI, Group sex, camera use, teasing, humiliation, mmfmm, everyone’s bi/pan, overstimulation, worship, etc(?)

Premise: You hosted a game and movie night, bc it was Nobi & Maki’s anniversary and they were going out for the weekend. Okay so sodas, pizzas, snacks, really really bad movies…. sad movies, and finally scary movies. Perfect to watch with whoever could make it to your last minute plans. Turned out to be Yuuji, Megumi, Toge, and Yuta… oh great…

The boys planned to see who you’d hold onto during that but it seemed all of them were clinging onto you as you kept making jokes during it. They turn it off and start to play truth or dare. Their mundane yet funny dares and embarrassing truths at first but when it came to Megumi’s turn he asked you

“How did you like Yuuji’s fingers during the movie?”

“Wait, what.” You stop breathing, as the focus is so clearly, strictly on you now.

“It was obvious,” Yuta admitted. “You know you can’t hide your voice when people are around.” You’re starting to get red. Do they all know? Did they hear what we were hoping the movie would cover up?

You try to keep your composure. Damn, is Megumi blackmailing me? This is past the truth coming out… What was he planning?

You knew tonight was a mistake. You just loved the thought of having all four of them enjoying themselves with you, as they already do by themselves, but you were so greedy and wanted to test the waters.

Ever since you first dated Toge in your junior high years, you still couldn’t let him go in the end. So you’d see each other on the side with false promises and quick, selfish, hook ups.

Later on his best friend came along in high school and toge wanted to give the two people he loved a chance. In short, it ended terribly, but you were still friendly since Yuta wouldn’t fight back.

Megumi has had the biggest, longest, and aching crush on you and you knew that, but you grew up together; Even earlier than when you first met toge so of course it felt weird for you to even tease megumi with the crush he had on you. But when he started growing up and it seemed like he grew out of it.

You treated him even closer because you didn’t want to hurt him before, if he had feelings. But really he’s always watching you, he has been waiting to let him love you.

He’s pined for you so hard until Itadori came along. It was so easy for him to land a date and night out with you, and honestly you think itadori’s a great match, but you felt you’ve dealt with the friend group a little too much, finally you decided to go live with the girls to get away from the drama that you started.

Though your one on ones with them sometime end up with you out of breath and your “friend” biting your shoulder, holding their feelings back while giving you everything. You always end it kissing them, saying they did a great job champ, and they always ask you why can’t you be together. You don’t answer him, just hold him tighter and be what he needs for the night.

But now you have all four of them in front of you, with metaphorically ripping off the bandaid, leaving you exposed.

“Uh-Um.” You look down past your knees in your ball form on the middle of the couch.

“This is the first time you don’t have a comeback.” Megumi teased cooly. You’ve never seen him like this, he’s never had control over you like this before. Your face is radiating heat and you sink into the couch.

You look around and see how the other boys were also staring at you. They had a look of yearning, wanted to know about how you felt, if you were willing to admit you were doing dirty things under the blanket with Yuuji at one point.

You were teasing everyone, sitting on Yuuji’s lap, feeding Megumi some pizza, holding onto Toge during the movies and celebrating with Yuta by handshakes, high fives, hugs, spins, etc. It was all just good fun when you knew you had the advantage over them, but that was when everything was a secret. You thought the group might split if you outright said you wanted them all.

“(Y/n)?” Yuta’s soft voice broke you out of your shameful thoughts and you looked into his eyes, pleading for them to change to subject. He smiled at you instead. “Aren’t you going to answer the question?” His smile was innocent as always, but this display of manipulation sent a shiver down your spine. He was always a dangerous one when it came to you, knowing exactly how to reel you in and how to read you, but because of the conflict with Rika, you just decided to leave because he wouldn’t choose.

You glare over at Yuta, who’s sitting across and to the right of you. “They’ve got to know, they’ve gotta been talking, they all know I’ve been seeing them all.” You start to freak out because you don’t want them to corner you, to make you choose, to make the fun stop. But you were also always the type to fight something head-on, so after the initial embarrassment swept away, you look over at Yuuji who’s also blushing hard.

“Fine,” Megumi sighs. “If we go past our 5 second rule then we have to take a shot/hit right? What about I just ask someone else instead?” You feel relief for a second until you realize what Megumi’s planning.

“Itadori,” You hold your breath as Megumi faces forward toward his best friend. “Truth or dare.” Itadori takes a glance at you in which you look away blushing hard, not knowing if Itadori would expose you both.

“Dare.” Nice one Itadori!

You smile at Itadori but Megumi keeps his smile. “I dare you to come over here, and let me taste her.”

You gave a puzzling look over at Toge, Yuta and Yuuji, wondering what he meant by that. No one moves because we’re confused but Megumi told itIdori to come over where he was sitting on the couch. On his knees, Yuuji shuffles over to Megs, “Taste…?” Yuuji looked down at his hand that was playing with you while your friends were watching the movie. He raised his arm and spread his thumb over megumi’s lips, tickling him to stir out his tongue and start to suck on his best friends fingers. Witnessing this a warm adrenaline started stewing inside your stomach while your heart’s jumped to your throat.

“He’s actually tasting me.” Megumi’s sucking on the fingers that explored your other hot wet mouth it was actually starting to drive him weak. Yuuji’s cock twitched to the feeling of everyone watching, Yuta’s intently enjoying the show and looks over to Toge, signaling something to him.

Before you can turn around to see his reaction, Toge’s mouth connected with yours as you’re now laying on your back. You kiss him back before remembering your other lovers are watching you. You’re trying to stifle your moans as his mouth travels to relentlessly lick at your earlobe; You try to push him off but past toge is Yuta, who’s sitting closer now, just watching so intently.

You can hear moaning right on top of your head. You wish you could see what megumi and Yuuji were doing but this situation, having an audience was a lot for you already. Toge’s hands started to travel and squeeze at your body, making the sensations wave over you entirely. He never had to say anything to get you weak, which was your forte, but it was more exciting not knowing what his next moves were. You loved to hear his sweet noises and trained him to keep quiet during but now it’s like he’s showing off. Showing the others where he’s found out you like to be touched. Knowing wherever to pinch, bite, lick, suck, he was just perfect when it came to being secret lovers instead.

“(Y/n), do you know who taught toge all that?” Yuta leans in now as toge’s moved onto your chest, you’re wondering if he’d actually push it further, if this right now was going further. Yuta’s dark blue eyes not breaking contact as he closed the gap, “After you left us, we had a common ache. We knew something others didn’t, saw something others haven’t of you. We texted essays to each other about you, and when it got unbearable…” Toge’s lips finally unlatched from your sweet spot to catch his breath, for Yuta to grab his head and kiss the cursed speech user.

From this blur in time, you can look up and see that Itadori’s straddling Megumi. They’re still making out, but Yuuji’s knee starts to pull on your hair making you yell. Yuuji gets up and apologizes before megumi sits you up and straddles you this time. Yuuji’s stripped off his shirt while Megumi goes in to kiss you. At this point, you can’t help but accept it, as you’ve been wanting this for a while now.

You’re surprised, the calm, cool, collected, and usually pessimistic Megumi you knew is a mess in front of you. His kisses are sweet and small, he’s still being a gentleman in a time like this. You smile during the kiss and slowed yourself down, asking him silently to match your pace. He starts to breathed deeply, his lips hovering above yours, waiting for you to show him just how you like it. A slight lick of his lips drove him crazy, but the devilish glint in your eyes kept him obedient. You give it up at this point, feeling Yuuji’s hands paralleling Megumi’s on your face and waist as he presses himself behind Megumi, pushing him further into you.

“It’s my turn still, right?” Yuuji asked into Megumi’s ear. “Yuta, Toge, truth or dare.”

“Truth.” “Shake”

“That was so quick.” You almost laugh.

“We’re not taking the chance of leaving.” Yuta kept his smile but darkened his look.

“Don’t worry, we agreed didn’t we?” For second you thought you caught a glimpse of sukuna, or at least heard his sterner voice before it went back to Yuuji’s usually expressive self. “Do you two want to go first, or can Megumi?”

You thought it was so hot how they were talking about you like an object they were sharing. You’ve had so much time training these sub boys who knew they also had that scary love personality you also have, they would be the only ones you kept around. You thought for sure Yuta would devour you at any second, but he offered Megumi first. “It’ll be his first time, no pressure.”

Hearing that, Yuuji picked megumi and you up each in one arm saying “This is going to be so fuckin hot.” Then leading the other two toward your bedroom.

“His first time?!” You look over at Megumi who was red, “I’ve only done stuff with Yuuji, but-“ Yuuji lays you both on your full size bed, helping you both to strip since you both still felt a bit awkward. Yuta and toge enter the room, locking the door and sit over at the end of the bed, also slowly stripping themselves but never taking their eyes off of you.

Toge looked longingly, seeing you fully for the first time at 16 was already insane to him, cherishing the memory when you two were first together, before anyone else had you, when you were exactly and truly his and his alone, yet you were just two stupid kids at the time too.

The break up was mutual, though you both slightly regretted it bc you still felt something towards each other, but just kept fucking every chance you were single again.

Toge’s breathes deepened as he saw the change of how sexy you’ve become. Your chest, thighs, ass, belly, everything was developed in a way only he could compare.

Yuta was enjoying the sight himself. He knew what you could take, so seeing you so shy with your inexperienced yet pining friend, it made something in him enflamed.

“Megumi, try to take your time bc I’m gonna show you how it’s done next.” The special grade snaked his way behind you as you sat in front of Meg’s.

“Shut the hell up, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this.” He growls and pushed Yuta off, bringing you on top of him in the process. “(Y/n), I’m sorry, I’ve had enough.” He starts squeezing your waist, slightly making you squeal with each pinch. “I’ve heard so much about how you like it.” He nuzzled himself into your neck. “But you’re mine.”

“For as long as you can last.” Yuuji corrected. He didn’t know what he felt with both pieces of his heart, just about to tear into his soul, into each other, he felt so weird knowing you two had history before him. “I mean we’re trying to play Russian roulette who’s the father kind of game too right?” You look over at Yuta who looks away devilishly. He’s literally insane. But you knew Toge also wanted to make you his like this. The situation might be a bit more to deal with relationship wise, but you’ll talk to them later. Fuck it.

“Just take off your shirt.”

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #yuji itadori #geto suguru #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #itadori x reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen x reader #anime #x reader #fanfic #nanami kento #jjk nanami #taaotjjk #taaottw

[sturnsslut]

sleepover - chris sturniolo

a/n : um i usually write on wp so i don’t really know what im doing but here’s this anyways 😭

contains - dom!chris x sub!reader , pet names, teasing, swearing, fingering, slight choking, sneaky

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me and nick sturniolo had been best friends for almost 4 years now , and i had the BIGGEST crush on his brother , chris. of course i would never tell him , but i had a feeling he already sorta knew . ever since i told nick about my crush on chris , he has been teasing me NON STOP about it for almost 2 years. and he's always feeding into my delusions , even tho im trying to get over him.

anyway nick is constantly telling me how chris is always asking when im coming over next, how he's always talking about me , how he's starring at me when im not looking, things like that.

i don't believe any of it, but i wish. anyways i was bored, and it was Saturday so i thought i could call nick to have him come over so we could hangout , because if i saw chris, this whole " getting over him " thing would go right back to stage one. i got out my phone and pulled up nicks contact to invite him to come over , because ill be damned if all a bitch does is watch netflix alone on a saturday night.

iMessage

twin 💗 - nick

me - (you obv) 😭

me

NICKKK

i miss you sm

can you come over pls

i wanna hangout

twin 💗

TWIN I MISS YOUUU

I would but matt isn't here

so there isn't anyone to drive me

you can come over here thoooo

fuck. i tossed my phone to the side and let out a loud sigh , why can't anything work out in my favor ?? i picked up my phone and texted back nick.

me

well maybe you should get a license 😒

IM JUST KIDDINGGGG

twin 💗

Shut up bitch

you don't have one either

now come onnn

you can see ur man 😱

me

i hate you

im omw

twin 💗

😘

i texted my older brother and asked him if he could take me to nicks, which i didn't want to because he was at work and i didnt wanna wait but, oh well. he said he'd take me and so about an hour later he came home and told me he was waiting outside.

i threw on whatever, not really caring considering the fact i thought i was going to be in nicks room the entire time i was there. i put on blue plaid pajama pants and a black crop top with an oversized grey jacket, and some random slippers.

i packed my bag and ran outside, thanking him for the ride. a few minutes later i was at the sturniolos house.

i knocked on the door expecting nick, but of fucking course , it was chris.

" um hey." i said awkwardly, looking down at him.

"hey pretty. nicks in his room" he replied and opened the door further for me to walk in. i brushed past him and accidentally got a little too close. like i touched his dick type of too close.

i heard him groan silently as i walked past, making my way to nicks room.

fast forward a few hours , me and nick were watching a movie when he passed out.

i was gonna go and hangout with matt, but then i remembered he still wasn't back yet from wherever the fuck he was at, so with nothing else to do, i just decided to go to sleep right alongside nick.

i remember randomly waking up around 2AM for no reason but feeling hungry, so i made my way to the kitchen and got a freezer meal or wtv tf

i heat it up in the microwave and while i'm waiting , i decide to just get comfortable and lean on the counter while i scroll on my phone.

i'm about to shut off my phone when i hear something "nick?" i whisper shouted because i was slightly startled by the noise

there was no answer , i just shrug my shoulders and continue scrolling on my phone, when i suddenly feel two warm hands on my waist.

i jumped but not enough to move, i turn around to chris with his hands resting on my waist , looking at me with an indescribable look.

"what..are you doing?" i said flustered, turning my head to look at him , but again not enough to move our bodies any further apart.

"nothing..just can't sleep." he replied

god , his sleepy voice was literally going to make me bust.

" okay.." i say confused and go back to scrolling on my phone. i feel him rest his head on shoulder

" what are you watching "

" just t.." my voice trailed off as i realized i could feel that he had a big ass boner, and he was wearing only sweatpants

i struggled to get my words out because of the situation i was in, so i just ignored the question.

i felt him smirk and her closer to me, him getting more hard the closer he gets, with his hands still on my waist.

"what..you like the way this feels mama?" he says slipping his hands down into the front of my pants, but not fully.

"i.." i could barley speak due to the uncontrollable amount of flips my stomach was doing

"use your words ma." he says getting closer to me, his boner now fully on my ass

i'm gonna bust was literally my thought process. i was nervous, but of course im gonna do what he tells to.

"yea.." i say now slightly arching my back

he turns me to face him, so now im leaning against the counter and facing chris.

he takes one of his hands and guides it up to my face, "do you really."

"yeah" i let out a breathy moan and he smirks leaning closer to me, holy shit. no way this is happening.

he kisses me and i kiss him, he moves his hand down to my neck as we make out, the kiss turns into a sloppy make out, and he picks me up and i wrap my legs around him, he sets me on the counter so im perfectly aligned with his waist, as we're still making out

he starts leaving kisses on my neck and i grab his hair as he does so, leaving a trail of hickeys.

" fuck " i slightly whisper , this felt so good.

he stopped for a moment before placing one hand on my waist and the other in my pants

" you ready ?" i nodded desperately, not being able to use my words because of how badly i needed him.

he stuck two fingers inside of me and i grabbed onto the back of his shirt in pleasure

" damn ma your so wet ..all for me? how long have you been waiting for this mama "

i nodded, physically not being able to speak because of how good his fingers felt inside me.

" use your words. how long. " he demanded , grabbing my chin making me look him in the eyes

i paused, not wanting to me too loud. " damn ma, you like how i touch you that much you can't speak ?"

" t..two years " i struggled to push out those simple words. this man knew what he was doing with his hands.

" come on baby, if you were horny you could've told me. i would've helped you with ease. " he said, stopping for a second

" i didn't think you were into me. " i admitted

" really? i thought it was obvious. everytime you came over to see nick i would get hard just looking at you..i've been waiting for this moment a while to ma. "

he moved his fingers in and out of me again without warning, and i moaned a little too loud.

"watch your volume pretty girl..i'd hate for me to have to stop cause you couldn't control yourself "

i nodded agreeably, and trust me when i listened. i'd waited for this moment almost 2 years , i wasn't gonna let anything ruin it.

his fingers continued to move in and out of me at a rapid pace for another 2 minutes , and i felt myself start to get close

"chris...i'm close" that's when he took his fingers out of me and i caught my breath for a moment.

he took his dick out of his pants and it sprung out instantly. when i looked down, my jaw dropped.

he was easily a good 9 inches, and that was just a guess. i'm so screwed.

he stroked himself and laughed when he saw the look of surprise on my face. " what ? all your other little boyfriends had a small cock ?" he teased

i pulled my pants down further so chris had easier access. he got closer, until our noses were basically touching. "you ready ma" i nodded eagerly , because of how close we were, i felt his cock literally in between my thighs. " yes, yes i am just please fuck me " he smirked and put one of his hands on my waist , the other holding his dick. "you sure?" he asked me again, me giving the same answer.

and with that, he shoved in only 7 inches , just to see if i could take him or not. i gasped but covered my mouth because i remember what he said about keeping quiet.

" good girl " he smirked at me again, then shoving the entire 9 inches in me. i put my hands under his shirt, leaving scratches all down his back

" fuck mama..your so tight" he said pausing in between sentences

i could barley speak, but i wanted more. i managed to get two words out , "faster..please" i begged

" more already? alright ma..."

he thrusted in and out of me even faster than before, about a minute goes by before i felt that knot build up in my stomach.

" chris.." i paused before my next sentence, remembering that i had to be quiet "im close."

" not yet pretty girl.. please- mmm fuck you feel so good. "

i giggled slightly, before telling him how we should switch positions if he didn't want me to finish so soon.

" you got it mama. " and with that, he took me off of the counter and set me down, bending me over the counter instead.

he grabs my hips and lines me up, " you ready? you know i just gotta ask" he asks

i could feel his tip touching me, he was definitely teasing. well if he wants to tease..i can do it to.

"hm not yet..i need to catch my breath" i teased and move my waist slightly, feeling his tip against me

" how bout now?" he asks eagerly

"i don't know .." i answer, he's like a needy child , how cute

" mama please ..i need you so bad. "

" im ready " and with that he slams his entire 9 inch dick inside of me , going faster than before

" you think it's funny for you to tease me ? is it because you know you take me so well ?"

his sleepy voice..fuck.

" fuck..sorry" i say , i couldn't even think cause he was fucking me so good.

he grabbed my neck from behind and thrusted faster , that's when i knew i was close.

" chris , i cant ..im gonna-" im cut off by my release , letting it all go , and man i came hard.

" im almost there ma...in or out"

i mean, i was on the pill. " in , cum inside me please."

" mm..you got it pretty " he releases , and i feel his warm cum inside me , best feeling ever btw.

now we're both just leaning against the counter , heavy breathing, sweaty, looking at each other " you took me so good mama."

this man was really tryna make me nut for a 2nd time huh..i grabbed the food id forgotten about out of the microwave and made my way back to nicks room.

" goodnight chris. " i say with a smirk " goodnight ma." he says smirking back at me

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a/n: umm !! don’t know if i like this but i have something coming soon for the matt girlies 🤗

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[thefiery-phoenix]

Can I request Yandere goo ? Thanks

Sure :)

YANDERE KIM JOON GOO(GOO KIM) HEADCANONS

As annoying and childish he can be at times, he is well aware of his surroundings, he has a hidden darker twisted side to his childish personality and that side would make people SHIVER in their shoes. Despite his playful demeanor, you have to hand it to him, he is one determined person when it comes to you. You were having trouble fending off a few creepy men who started leering after you and made inappropriate comments about you as you were backed against the brick wall behind you huddled in fear. Goo was in a slightly pleasant mood, he just finished extorting money from a local gang and beat those schmucks with ease, he was almost longing for a fight when he saw you, a pretty little thing being bothered by creepy older men. He's always wanted to play 'knight in shining armor' to defenseless little things like you after all

"It's rude to make such comments about people like that you know, old man? How about I knock some of your teeth out and cut your tongue off? Or how about I gouge your eyes out so you won't look at someone with that filthy gaze of yours again?" asked Goo with a sinister smirk on his face as the men could tell by his tone he really wasn't messing around. However one of them stupidly decided to try punching him when Goo intercepted the punch and grabbed the man's arm as he kicked his shin and kicked the man to the ground swiftly, rendering him unconscious. The other men fled away in terror as Goo called out "OH COME ON, THAT WASN'T EVEN A REAL FIGHT, EVEN A MONKEY SWINGING A STICK CAN FIGHT BETTER THAN YOU MORONS!" as he cackled to himself while you still looked at him in confusion and terror as his smirk widened

"Well...hello there pretty...don't worry. I don't bite...yet..'' said Goo as he winked at you while his eyes surveyed your features. "Um...thank you for saving me'' you mumbled and bowed down politely as he chuckled softly to himself, how adorable you were, bowing to him and everything. What a goody little two shoes you were, it hadn't even been 15 minutes since he'd met you and he was already starting to like you. "You know, I don't go around doing things like this for free...I expect some form of payment sweetheart'' spoke Goo as he watched you closely. "I only have a few Won if that's what you're after'' you mumbled and tried to pull out your wallet from your bag. He couldn't believe he was doing this either but for the first time, he just waved his hand dismissively when you offered him your money

"Keep your money sweetheart, I expect something different from you...it would be such a shame to lose a pretty thing like you...let's stay in touch then?" he asked you as he leaned closer and his mouth was curved into a cheshire like grin which made you slightly nervous. Alarm bells started ringing in your mind when he stepped closer to you and something about him was just off putting and your gut was screaming at you that something was VERY wrong with the situation you were currently in. "Okay I guess?" you said hesitantly as his grin widened and he looked pleased. "Well, wonderful then. I'll catch you later. Don't miss me too much'' he spoke in a sing song voice as he winked at you and walked off in the opposite direction as he started humming to himself

You thought that would be the last you'd see of him but never have you been more wrong of something in your entire life before. He started appearing out of nowhere into your life and just managed to worm his way into your life and schedule, always following you around like some lost puppy with his usual smug cocky grin on his face. You don't need to know the details of how he managed to get your address, or how he managed to know where you did your part time job or what time you fall asleep...what you don't know wouldn't hurt your pretty little head. When he wants something, he goes through whatever lengths needed to achieve it even if he has to get his hands dirty so be it. He has no qualms of eliminating people from his path and making them drop dead like flies if he thinks they're getting too close to you. Don't you know that you belong to him now from the very moment he set his eyes on you?

He's also quite the delusional one, he believes that you both are in a relationship already from the very moment he laid his eyes on you. You just need to know about it. So when he sees you hanging out with some other random moron when you're at your part time job, he hates it. He just hates seeing you around other people, there are times when he feels like wrapping you in silk and locking you in a room and just throwing away the damn key so you wouldn't be able to leave his sight. With such delusional, possessive and obsessive thoughts churning through his mind, it will just fuel his desire to show you who you REALLY belong to. When it comes to him dealing with so called rivals for your affection, it's just straight up death for them. There's no in between, he doesn't even bother using his sword. However he won't be smiling since he views it as something serious when someone's trying to steal you from him, he views it as a threat for your relationship, even if you still don't know he CONSIDERS you both are in a relationship

He finds it amusing and endearing how unaware you are of your surroundings, it just boosts his ego that he's playing your knight in shining armor and feeds into his overly large god complex and gives him an impression that he's protecting you from all the evils of the world as your protector. He's amused about how you haven't managed to find out about the hidden tracker he placed in your phone, how he always watches you wherever you go even in the shadows, the little cute gifts he leaves for you at your doorstep, most of them being letters with the words 'I love you' written over and over again which would make you get creeped out. Then he'll have the audacity to PRETEND to be concerned when you tell him you have a stalker secretly pleased you're rushing into his arms for comfort. There's nothing you need to worry about, he's always there for you to keep you safe after all

It won't even be a full month before he decides to just kidnap you and take you fo himself, it'll be better for him to spend more time with you that way. When you wake up crying and screaming, he's confused. Why are you so upset, he's doing you a favor you know, he's keeping you safe. He just coos at you and holds you in his arms as he tells you about your current living situation with him, gently wiping away your tears and kissing your cheeks holding you in his arms and hugging you in such a way you won't be able to escape from his grasp

He's extremely clingy, privacy be damned. He's always holding you one way or another and he likes having you in bone crushing hugs and smothering you with his love and affection, don't try resisting him, just don't. He'll just see you being a grumpy little brat and smother you even more, your protests of indignation and pleas of wanting to be left alone would fall on deaf ears. Don't try anything silly like thinking of starving yourself, he'll make you sit on his lap and force feed you if he has to as he shoves spoon after spoon of food down your throat while he keeps talking on and on about the recipe of the dish he's feeding you followed by a story of how he had a fun day beating people up and traumatizing them. Your average and typical Tuesday 💀

Escape? From him? Don't make him laugh, honey. He'll find you easily without even breaking a sweat. It'll be like a silly little cat and mouse game, in his opinion, you're just bored and you're playing around and messing with him and he's more than happy to indulge into your little game and scheme. But he won't chase after you immediately, no, no. You'd try your best to get away from this blonde manchild of a madman and he'd just be sitting on the couch staring at his phone with a knowing smirk on his face, able to trace your every move. He'll lull you into a false sense of security wanting you to think that you've escaped from him, till he finally finds you and he just loves how your face falls in disbelief and utter shock when he comes strolling towards you like nobody's business, taking great pleasure that he burst your little bubble. "Had your fun darling? Time to go home now'' cooed Goo as he held your hand though the grip was a bit harder than usual

If you've received someone else's help to escape from him that's when things will get messy and complicated. He doesn't have a problem with you attempting to do it on your own because he knows you'll fail in the end and he'll find you eventually so he isn't too worried about that. What he doesn't like is you taking someone else's help and then trying to escape from him, it's like you're trying to leave him for them and his jealousy will just spiral out of control completely. You'll know something is seriously wrong when he doesn't have his usual smirk on his face and his face is grim and stoic as he glares at the poor soul who decided to help you escape from him, as he pulls out his sword and with one clean strike, the person is now on the ground dead with their blood flowing around their lifeless corpse. When he sees a potential rival, he always goes for the kill because no way would he spare some pathetic idiot who tried to take you for themselves

There's no escape for you from him at all. Not even Gun would be able to help you, as much as Gun says Goo is annoying he would actually ensure you're with Goo and won't leave him. If he's the one to find you after you tried to run away from Goo, he'll be quick in dragging you back to Goo and carry you like a sack of flour, telling you how silly and childish you were for running off like a little brat. Goo wouldn't hurt you or be mad at you but he'll impose some HEAVY restrictions around the place you both are living at barring all sorts of escape routes for you and cutting off internet access for a while till you can be trusted again that you won't pull a stunt like this again. You can hate him and scream at him as much as you want, your insults and pleas would just go into one ear and right out of the other

He likes physical intimacy and physical affection a lot. He just likes to hold you and be around you. However he gets agitated and will sulk and annoy you if you decide to ignore him. This one time when you were reading a book, he spoiled the ending for you and you just glared at him and didn't even bother to look at him for the rest of the day to which he got really sulky and started whining and complaining and annoyed you till you finally relented after he caged you in his arms and tried to guilt trip you with the expression of a kicked puppy. He'd like to do cheesy domestic things with you like applying flour to your cheeks and nose and running off while you chase after him. He's too far gone in his delusions of building a future with you. You both are already a couple in his mind, the next step is straight up marriage. Besides, you'd look so pretty with HIS ring on your finger, proving to the world that you're his and his alone...

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[rshmra]

PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter two: hot "girls"

if someone had told past riki that- in all his 17 years of living- he'd end up meeting the most beautiful person ever one late Saturday night (or Sunday morning?) in the corner of a CU, he would have come wearing a tuxedo.

okay, maybe not that far. but the point is, he would've at least been somewhat prepared. because now, staring at said prettiest person ever at exactly 12:35 a.m., he feels ridiculously underdressed for the occasion. but could you blame him, really? he walked in from rehearsal to get a drink, expecting no one else but an exhausted, cranky cashier, not the girl of his fucking dreams.

she spares him a glance as soon as he steps into the aisle, and he's already down for the count. (cue the romantic ballad.) she's only picking some stuff up off the floor, yet it feels like manual labor to try and look another direction. he swears it isn't an exaggeration to say she's the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes upon. from her long lashes and how her hair delicately frames her unblemished face, to the way her glinting jewelry only accentuates her sculpted features and immaculate fashion sense... riki doesn't chase, but he'd sprint pick up the pace just for this girl.

oh fuck, i'm staring.

he's ready to turn the other way (albeit reluctantly) so not to seem like a fucking creep, but his legs decide to plant themselves into the ground when she gets up and-

SHE'S APPROACHING. MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY WHAT THE FUCK. she's even prettier up close, and- god, riki feels like such a loser. his thoughts are racing a mile a minute, and he's far from being used to it.

"...i could use?" it takes him a little to realize she's asking him for something several seconds later.

he blinks once. twice. thrice. embarrassment sends a jolt through him, and he can sense it rushing straight to his face. thank god for the mask he's wearing- oh! he finally manages to process her request, by some miracle.

the girl's a bit shifty once ni-ki snaps from his trance, rubbing her nape awkwardly. "uh, it's fine if you don't-"

"no, i think i uh- i- i might have, um..." he stumbles over his words quite a lot, opting to just shut up and check his pockets for an extra mask to save himself from further humiliation. i hope the fucking floor caves under me right now. but wait- second miracle of the night: he has what she asked for! the shame shrinks ever so slightly in size. "i actually do."

(@€!£:&:;!

well, he was offering the mask to the girl, and the next thing he knows he's forgotten how to breathe properly since she's folded her ringed fingers into his, thanking him profusely. he doesn't even have the capacity to respond before she runs off, still bolted in place.

give the poor kid a moment to recover. he's not used to encounters with hot girls.

sorry, hot "girls".

"-and then i saw her and she saw me and when i tell you my stomach PLUNGED-"

"i'm sorry, you really fell in love with a girl at a CU?"

sunoo doesn't even try to hide his expression- a mix of amusement, utter confusion, disappointment and disbelief. riki rolls his eyes.

"shut the fuck up and let me finish my story. and i thought-"

"you're lucky i'm even listening to you! it's one in the morning and i need my rest but noooo, you just had to come barging in with your delusional lovesick bullshit- you don't even know who she is!"

"i could find out!" sunoo gives him the nastiest look. "okay, you know that wasn't what i meant."

"creepy ass."

"die. what i meant was that i could end up running into her again someday!" ni-ki throws up his hands in an effort to prove his point. "you never know."

his friend raises an eyebrow skeptically, deciding to merely shake his head and return his attention to the phone in his hands. "right. whatever you say."

the taller boy sighs defeatedly. "you're so unsupportive." when this gains no response from his senior, he leans over his shoulder to peer at the screen. "who're you texting?" usually this makes sunoo jerk away with a scowl, but it seems like he's too tired to care at the moment.

"a friend. he's having a bit of a crisis." he doesn't elaborate further. riki skims over the string of messages, which include an excessive amount of curses, capitalization and "ivory's gonna kill me", until his eyes catch on the profile picture.

his mouth immediately goes dry. "sunoo, click on his icon."

"what? why-"

"just show me." sensing that low note of urgency in his tone, a suspicious sunoo gives in, and a clearer photo of the friend in question is displayed. "what is it?"

silence answers him. he turns to look at riki, whose face has gone positively white. "what?"

that's the girl.

that's the "girl".

but it's a... he?

...fuck.

notes: corny lame boo tomato tomato 💀 it's all written today, hope yall r okay w that. sorry that its basically the same as the last chapter but i wanted to show riki's whipped ass pov. writing is SHIT once again, apologies... im running off a solid 2 gallons of caffeine and love for huening kai. plus i wanted to get another chapter to u guys as quick as possible.

taglist: @silkentides @nikikids @luveuly @totoroblop @winter-world

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[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

MC has ADHD (Part 2)

MC has ADHD, and medicated or not, there's no adderal in the Devildom, so they have to deal with it on their own. Sometimes that doesn't go over too well since the denizens of the Devildom have no clue how to handle you sometimes.

Diavolo

Diavolo is always happy when he sees you, even more so that you two have a bit of time to chat since his next meeting isn't for half an hour and your next class isn't for 15 minutes.

but as soon as he sees you he can sense your emotions are chaos and it upsets and confuses the prince.

is something wrong? are you ok? he asks, surprising you. Diavolo is quick to apologize for surprising you.

Diavolo only grows more concerned though when you wipe baby tears from your eyes and tell him you're fine, and he can very clearly tell its a straight up lie.

Diavolo completely disregards both of your schedules, deciding that even Barbatos can't yell at him for prioritizing his exchange student. so he drags you to his office and sits you down, asking you again what was wrong.

and you try to lie again, but as soon as he reminds you he can tell when you lie, you just break down and cry against him for a few minutes.

after a bit when you stopped crying, Diavolo's heart had broken already, and he lets you pull yourself together before asking if you can tell him yet.

yeah, yeah you can tell him. you just- its hard sometimes. it was just a rough day and-

you cut yourself off, as if you're trying to protect someone. it brushes him the wrong way, but Diavolo hides it. he just waits and you eventually sighs.

your history teacher had chewed you out for a few incorrect facts on an essay you'd turned in the day before and he just wouldn't listen when you said you'd done your best but the things he pointed out weren't common knowledge for you.

you'd been learning their entire history that they grow up with in a few months and it was a lot and your progress was impressive. even Lucifer and himself recognized that, Satan himself had said that your progress is incredible.

but your teacher did not care, you should have known those things and he even said why. the reasons, Diavolo hates to admit it are good reasons. but that's for someone who'd been in the Devildom for a longer period of time. and you have other things besides that one class to do so, is he is truly pissed.

but that's not the current priority, he can deal with that teacher later.

right now you are in his office telling him that the lecture had just been too much and you hit your limit.

You quiet curse yourself out, saying something about emotional regulation and adhd, the first is easy for him to figure out, the second confuses him. Regardless he stops you, hating you talk about yourself like that.

You end up having to explain you didn't mean it like that, and tell diavolo about adhd and what it is and how it can affect you.

One of those things being hyper sensitive to certain things. It's not a big deal, you're over reacting and you know it.

Diavolo entirely disagrees but gives you a pass from you next class and let's you sit in his office for a while telling him some more.

He needs to fix a few things so this doesn't happen again to you.

Barbatos

you haven't moved in probably an hour

hes not even sure if you've blinked

getting your attention to ask if you're alright, you snap back to reality quickly and smile.

you're fine, just kinda thinking.

about what, he asks, curious as to what could take your attention like that.

um, nothing really? several things. its a bit weird to explain.

Barbatos shrugs it off and gets back to work, but just watches as you space out and your eyes unfocus just like that.

10 minutes later he's coming back to ask you, a bit concerned.

you have to laugh a bit. you're just feeling a little bored so you're getting lost in your head. its generally called disassociation, it just kinda happens sometimes, inside or outside of your control.

ah, this must be related to the adhd you have that he keeps hearing about.

he's . . . a bit worried about you but it seems you are not worried about it.

he accepts your explanation and moves on. but he does take the time to learn about your adhd a bit more.

he's less concerned the next time he sees that look in your eyes, although he's not entirely pleased to see it happening during class.

Solomon

Solomon is the only one who figures out you have adhd without you having to spell it out, lol

thus the shady sorcerer starts drug dealing to you

aka, he offers to get you [insert your adhd medication here]

you almost accept without thinking before you ask what he wants in return because you fucking miss being able to function properly

he asks you to help him as his assistant sometimes

you tell him you'll tell lucifer on him

so now you say him for his services normally with like, actual grim.

and the occasional experiment that usually gets you two in trouble

he's probably adhd too, or maybe he's just that nuts. who knows who cares

you got your bullshit and a chaos partner

devildom look out if he starts withholding your shit everyone's gonna suffer for it

Simeon

he's visiting the house of lamentation for the day to watch you because the brothers are all gone and it's not quite safe for you to to be alone.

you're cleaning, which is fine, he's letting you be productive. but over the course of a few hours, he's- getting concerned. you started in your room and you took some dishes to the kitchen, where he them found you doing the dishes. lovely!

but then you took the dirty rags to the laundry and he found you not long after in there reorganizing the detergents and the like and you separate the nearly empty ones out.

you throw those out and collect the trash, but it only makes it to the front door because now you're in the coat closet and now he had to intervene.

you've started so many tasks and finished none fo them. would you like some help?

you blink at him, then your eye go wide.

"i was cleaning my room!" you burst, and he has to pause. did- did you forget?

kinda? you're task jumping without meaning to because as you do something, you realize something else needs to be done so your brain switches tracks and most of the time, you kind of forget the previous tasks, or how the jumping started.

how- does that even happen? are you ok? Simeon doesn't want to be rude, but he's confused and concerned.

naw, it's just your adhd, it happens. you just need to get back on track. thanks!

. . . wait what's that?

you chat as he helps you stay on track and also finds out what aitism is.

and that . . . sounds a lot like Micheal and Raphael

he might have to look into this more

Luke

Luke does not like studying in your room. it's messy and disorganized and he doesn't like it!

besides its dark

its not that hes scared of the dark! its just hard to see! thats all!

but he is confused because whenever they stop by your room you have to look all over for whatever it is but you never clean it!

just organize it!

but no, luke's dumbfounded when Leviathan pops in asking for some pencils and you reach into your closet and open a shoe box with a hat in it and pull out 2 pencils a pen and a plastic straw.

what the actual heck?!

you say of course you know where that was, you put it there like 3 months ago.

how do you know where that is but not your Devildom History textbook from 2 days ago?!

you sigh and explain your brain works very weird. hyper organized things like his room are not your forte. your try to reorganize sometimes but it always devolves into your personal brand of organized chaos.

Luke still doesn't get it and you're a bit annoyed and snap at him that you cant help it, its just how your brain works

now you both are kind of upset. you apologize for snapping at him and luke apologizes for-

you cut him off because he didn't do anything wrong. you sit him own and explain that your brain and body work different than a lot of people because of this thing you have called adhd.

he panics for a second thinking you're dying.

then he thinks its the demons fault.

once he lets you actually explain, luke thinks about it for a few minutes, then takes a look again around your room. like he's trying to see it differently.

then he asks if you have those bags next to the bookshelf for a reason

yes theyre some things you've collected for your bookshelf at home after your year here that you don't want to take out but it's at least in the right place

what's in your desk?

you explain the organization of each drawer to him.

why didn't you give levi a pencil from that?

he wanted a specific one i borrowed from him once that we both forgot about.

Luke doesn't mind coming over to your room as much after that, it comes in handy when he started remembering where you keep your things or where certain items end up being thrown.

Part 1

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #solomon obey me #obey me simeon #obey me luke #has it been five years? yes #did i just remember i had drafts i could finish? #. . . shush

[wolferess]

Dec 15th - 🆂ecret 🅶ift

Katsuki bakugou X Reader

Five more days till Christmas and all you need is a gift for Katsuki but he won’t get off your back, insisting that he needs to come with you in order for him to know that you're safe.

“Come on Katsuki I need to go, the girls are waiting for me” you say as you try to break from his hug that was five minutes too long as well as kisses. “No stay” You giggled at his clinginess but you really need to go, “Come on Katsuki I’ll be back in about two hours I promise” you try reasoning with him “The girls are gonna be there and I don't want to stood them up since I already said I was coming” His hands loosened a little but not enough to let you escape, your hands were rested on his chest since you were attempting to push him away.

“Promise?” he pouted, you gave one final kiss “Promise” “Fine but nothing later than that or I’m dragging your ass back home” you giggled at his possessiveness and his empty threat but that doesn’t mean he won't do it, letting go of your waist and giving a smack to your ass you took your car and headed straight to the mall.

Really and truly, you lied to Katsuki none of the girls were there, you just needed a reason get away from him to get what you needed for this Christmas, knowing Katsuki isn’t the type of guy to want presents but you want to gift to him something special that symbols your years of dating.

Upon arriving at the mall, parking your car, you saw how busy the mall was. People with stacks of gifts and bags in their hands had you thinking they were buying the whole store. ‘What’s something he’ll enjoy?’ pondered going down the aisles, searching “What’s something he’ll appreciate?’ Well it's not like he doesn't appreciate anything you give just being you is a blessing to him but he’ll never tell you unless you really need to hear it.

You look through store after store searching for the perfect gift for your perfect boyfriend. It has to be a gift he’ll never forget, it needs to be special.

Checking your phone you saw you only had half an hour left and you still haven’t gotten him anything, panicking you rushed through every store looking for that perfect something. Almost on the brink of giving up you stopped by in front of one last store and that's when you realized you found the something you're looking for.

Bakugou on the other hand has been waiting on the couch patiently on his phone checking every five minutes to see if you came home. Groaning in boredom he decided to try and call you to figure out where the hell you are and why aren’t you back yet.

Your phone has been ringing for the past ten minutes and you haven’t answered, 'What the hell could you possibly be doing!?’ He thought you should’ve been home an hour ago, why aren’t you back yet.

Calling his best friend Shitty hair to find out if Minas is home or still with you at the mall “Um what are you talking about bakubro?” “Y/n said she was going to the mall with raccoon eyes and she isn;t back yet, is raccoon eyes with you or not!?” Bakugou brayed on the phone, rubbing his temple. “Dude Mina never went anywhere with Y/n, she’s been home the whole time..”

HIs stomach drop, hanging up the phone with Eijirou he called his nemesis and Half ‘n’ half bastard to know if your with them and to his surprise your not with them either, deku is on a date with Uraraka and Todoroki is watching a movie with Momo.

So if you're not with them, where are you?

Calling your phone again and again only for it to go straight to voicemail. Panicking he rushed outside to the driveway only to see your car pulling in. Rusin towards the driver side and almost ripping the door out of its hinges he wrapped his arms tight around your waist, burying his nose into your neck,“Did you miss me that much?” you joked but he just looked at you with a serious face “Raccoon eyes or round face or any of them were at the mall” he folded his arm. “Sorry Katsu I just wanted to go to the mall by myself“ “Do you really need to lie though?” “Hey if I didn’t you wouldn't let me go” “Cause I need to protect you from people who’ll drool over you”.

“Ok one; you know damn well I’m capable of being by myself” and it's true he knows that but the thought of losing you was a greater pain. “Look I’m sorry I lied, I just wanted to get you something to remember and now you spoiled it” you sighed, his face softened “I already told you, I don't need anything as long as I have you dumbass”.he hugged you for the last time to which you returned.

“Now what's the gift?” hitting him playfully on his arm making both of you laugh and you both headed inside and played a christmas movie enjoying each other's warmth and company.

#bakugo x reader #bnha #bakugo fluff #fluff #bakugo x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x fem!reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #Christmas Calender 🎄 #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader

[sydsaint]

My fav awkward mans <3

Summary: Max has trouble articulating his feelings for Billy Gunn's daughter on Valentine's Day.

You get to the arena late with Austin and Colten at your side. Saying a quick goodbye to your brothers, you head for the Acclaimed locker room while they head for the Bullet Club Gold one.

When you get to the locker room Anthony and Max are sitting on the far side of the room quietly chatting with one another. Max looks over at you with nervous eyes as you come through the door.

"Hey, guys." You wave to the pair. "Sorry I'm late. Austin and Colten were taking forever to get ready." You explain. "Where's my dad at?"

Anthony turns to you and offers you a friendly smile. "He went to grab a bite to eat at catering before the show." He explains. "Got any plans for tonight, YN?" He asks you.

"Nope." You shake your head. "I'm spending my night with a pint of ice cream and Netflix." You joke with a laugh. "What about you, Bowens?" You ask him back.

"Got a very romantic video call planned." Bowens chuckles.

You nod and set down your duffel bag so you can look through it for your stuff. "Nice! What about you, Max?" You turn towards Caster. "Got any plans?"

Max's eyes widen in surprise and he shakes his head. "Me? Um-I-Uh-Well..." He stutters.

"Max doesn't have plans. Yet." Anthony answers for him.

"Interesting." You giggle. "Who's the lucky girl, Max? Or are you planning on standing outside Friedman's locker room all night with a poster?" You joke.

Max lets out a nervous laugh and tries to occupy himself with his bags. You turn back to your own bag and sift through it to find your ring gear.

Billy returns from catering a few minutes later and you chat with him for a bit. Your match against Kris Statlander eventually rolls around so you head down to the ring with the crew.

"Knock 'em dead, YN." Anthony cheers you on.

"Yeah, kick her ass, YN." Caster adds.

You hop up into the ring and get to work when the bell rings.

After about 10 minutes you manage to roll Kris up and get a win. You hear Bowens and Caster cheer as the bell rings. The pair join you in the ring a few seconds later and hoist you up between them.3

"Yeah, YN!" Bowens cheers.

"Go, YN!" Caster adds.

You laugh and are returned to your feet. You toss an arm around Caster and Bowens' shoulders and grin at both of them. "Thanks, guys." You beam.

The group heads back to the locker room and you vaguely hear Caster and Bowens whispering behind you. You walk with Billy and ask him if he knows anything about what they're up to.

"Any idea what's going on back there, dad?" You ask Billy.

"Not a clue, sweetie." Billy shakes his head.

You glance back Caster and Bowens and catch them looking at your briefly. "Hmm." You hum in thought.

Everyone heads back to the locker room and hangs out for the rest of the show. Toward the end of the night you see Caster and Bowens whispering again. Only this time you decide that you need to know what they're doing.

"What are you two scheming about over here?" You ask playfully.

"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing, YN." Anthony replies smoothly.

Caster nods in agreement. "Yeah, we're just chatting." He insists.

"Alright." You reply with skepticism.

You return to your seat in confusion and wonder about what Caster and Bowens would be keeping from you.

At the end of the night you are sitting in your hotel room getting ready to change into some PJ's and relax when someone knocks on the door.

"Just a second!" You shout and force yourself up to check the door.

You walk over to the door and swing it open. You are met with a bouquet of assorted flowers with someone hiding behind them. "Oh!" You gasp. "Flowers? From?"

"H-hey, YN." The flowers are lowered to reveal Max on the other side of them wearing a nervous smile.

"Max?!" You reply with surprise. "These are for me?" You ask him.

Max nods and hands the bouquet over to you. "Yeah..." He rubs the back of his neck. "I hope you like them. I swear I spent like half an hour trying to figure out which ones you'd like the most." He laughs nervously.

"Awe, Max, I love them." You giggle. "Come on in." You step back from the door and let him in.

"Thanks. And I'm glad you like them." Max replies and shuts the door behind him. "I was sort of wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me." He asks you. "You know...like a date?"

You set the flowers and turn back to Caster standing awkwardly by the door. You can't help but be intrigued by his lack of confidence in the moment. Max is usually one of the most confident guys you know. But here he is, a bumbling mess trying his hardest to do something as simple as ask you out.

"Yeah, of course!" You eagerly nod. "I'd love a date, Max!"

"Really?" Caster replies in surprise.

You giggle at Max's surprise and nod. "Well, yeah. Why does that surprise you?" You walk over to your shoes and slip them on.

"Well-I-I-I mean. You are way out my league, YN." Caster rubs the back of his neck again.

"Oh my gosh!" You giggle. "I am?"

Max nods sheepishly and you feel like you're heart is about to explode from an overload of cuteness.

Max takes you out for dinner than a movie afterwards before returning you to your hotel room. He comes to a stop at your door and waits for you to unlock it so you'll be safe inside.

"Thank you for dinner, Max. And the movie." You turn to Caster with your keycard in hand. "I had a really great time."

"Me too." Max agrees. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?" He asks you.

You giggle at the fact that Caster is still acting nervous around you. "Yeah, I'd like that." You agree. "Goodnight, Max." You lean up and kiss his cheek. "I'll see you in the morning."

Max blushes hard and watches you slip into your hotel room. There's a goofy smile plastered on his face all the way back to his room. When he gets there, Bowens is hanging out waiting up for him.

"Well?" Anthony asks when Caster when he comes through the door. "How did it go?"

"She kissed me." Caster cracks a cheeky grin.

Anthony laughs at Max's giddiness. "I told you she'd say yes."

#aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #aew #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #aew x reader #max caster #max caster x reader #syd's wrestling fics #all elite wrestling #wrestling

[writingshushf1]

THE LONELIEST

Summary: You'll be the saddest part of me. A part of me that will never be mine. It's obvious. Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Rating: +16

Warnings: angst? breakup? losing someone

Word count: 3.7k

Note: this was an old pierre gasly fic that i wrote last year for a friend- however since i don't actually like writing for him (and the plot doen't fit for him AT ALL) i rewrote some details and now here it is! I did it with george because it matched him? i guess and to change a bit from the usual either mick or lewis requests. MAY HAVE SOME MISTAKES on writing

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It was supposed to be just one night, a single dawn of fun and silly mistakes, but I was wrong. And life is never that easy.

Monaco, August 2022.

The view was breathtaking, clearly worth every penny spent. Strolling through Port Hercule at night was breathtaking, the yachts lit up, people partying and living in every possible luxury. I admit, I was a little jealous, I really wanted to be in the middle of it all.

It seemed very well that fate really wanted me to make the most of it, because within minutes a man taller than me came closer. At first I was apprehensive and turned away slightly, until he began to speak.

"A friend of mine saw that you were alone here, taking pictures of the place and walking. Um..." The man looked me up and down. "Invitation from her, if you want, you can join us." He smiled at me, clearly the stranger possessed the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

For a few seconds, I thought about the proposal, because they were strangers and I didn't know what they wanted to do with me, but you only live once. Before agreeing, I sent the location to my friend. If I didn't answer within 3 hours, she could get desperate and call the police.

"Sure. We can go, yes." He held out his hand to me, reluctantly, I held it and let him guide me around the place. "I don't know your name yet."

"George Russell. You?"

"Y/n."

"Interesting name, where are you from?" Russell was trying to initiate some conversation until we got to the boat. It was cute, like he was really interested in what I was going to talk about.

I answered, seeing him crack a smile. "However, these last few years I am hopping around several countries because of my job."

When we entered the luxurious place, I could no longer hear him properly, the conversations and loud music filled our surroundings, he just smiled and dragged me to the small bar set up.

"On the house, whatever drink you want." He murmured over my ear. This distance was too dangerous.

Hours later, I woke up crossed in my hotel bed. I had an unbearable hangover, but I was not going to let it ruin my day. Again, I was exploring the place to find out something to do. I walked around the city, hoping to bump into the pair of clear eyes that had kept me company on the yacht. Since it was a Sunday, brunch would be my choice for my first meal of the day, so I walked around looking for a place to eat. After a while I found a small, cozy restaurant and the first person I see when I enter is him. My heart races and I seem to hold my breath involuntarily.

"Y/n!" He calls out loudly, breaking my trance, "I thought I would never see you again."

"I didn't think so either, not least because we were too crazy yesterday to be rational and take each other's number." I laughed lightly.

"So… This is Alex Albon and Mick Schumacher, two very close friends of mine." I greeted them both. "So... Tonight we're going out to a nightclub, if you'd like to join us, just let me know the hotel you're in and I'll come pick you up."

"You really enjoyed my company!" I said, cracking a smile immediately afterwards. 

"What can I do? You're the life of the party, honey."

...

Okay, I was on the verge of a breakdown and it was about one piece of clothing. It had been 30 minutes and I couldn't decide between two dresses. It was almost time for me to go down to the hotel lobby and I was still standing there in just my underwear looking at both. My cell phone ringing was the highlight, it was him and he was probably already waiting for me downstairs. Out of desperation I grabbed the simplest but most low-cut black dress.

The elevator took ages - actually, seconds - to drop me off on the first floor and I ran to meet him.

"Wow, you're a sight for sore eyes, someone was definitely inspired today" He said as I got closer to him, I just rolled my eyes and he laughed, opening the car door for me.

Arriving at the club, I was clearly feeling out of place, the people were extremely rich and in the middle of them, there was I. We went to the VIP area and soon I was already with a glass of an expensive drink in hand and making small talk with George. He had the best subjects to hold me in conversation while he managed to flirt shamelessly and I was completely falling for it. The boys and his other friends were dancing with girls - either his girlfriends or random girls, while he was trying to be as sexy as possible, trying to impress me. And he was.

"Let's dance." I spoke softly to him, holding his hand and pulling him into the group of people.

Unholy, by Sam Smith was playing and at that moment I was not me, not even a little bit, it seemed that all the shame and lack of courage had been taken from me. The British had already understood what I was doing, so he rested his firm hands on my waist as I danced shamelessly, moving my body against him. He was enjoying what I was doing, his breaths getting heavier and closer to my ear, until his face was pressed against the back of my neck. Thank God it was dark and no one could see how we were grinding into each other

"Oh God, doll..." He murmured, which left me with my cheeks boiling with embarrassment, however it was not the moment. "I want to kiss you so badly."

"Kiss me then."

In a matter of seconds, I felt my body being turned around and his lips were against mine. I couldn't help myself, I ran my hands over his body, from his chest to the back of his neck. He responded in the same way, his hands were not discreet and it didn't matter who saw us like that. The kiss was hot and desperate, as if he had wanted it since he first saw me. When we parted for some air, his lips were a purplish shade of purple from my lipstick, which made me laugh softly at the forgotten detail.

"Do you want to get out of here? Where I live there is plenty of room for one more person to spend the night there." His hand was already strong on my waist, as a sign of dominance and it made a puddle form inside my panties

"Okay."

We could have reached where he lived in 5 minutes, but with the amount of distractions we had on the way, it ended up lasting 20. We can say that a few kisses and touches were exchanged in the meantime.

Russell’s desire was gigantic, for the moment I closed the door, I was picked up and seconds later my back was against the bed. I took off my heels anyway and he was soon on top of me.

"That dress clearly had an effect on me." That was the last thing he said before he kissed me again.

...

I opened my eyes slowly, the darkness of the room that was not mine confused me for a few seconds until I remembered where I really was. It was at that moment that I felt hands around my naked waist and George sleeping peacefully beside me. My first reaction was not to move, he looked so calm that I turned my body to lie against his chest, just to enjoy the moment of peace, but happiness doesn't last long...

"Good morning." His voice was half hoarse and in a low tone. Shit, why so hot?

"Good morning." I sighed loudly and stood, completely forgetting that I was only in my panties until he groaned at me, my cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

"Vision of paradise." I said unashamedly.

I didn't answer, just smiled shyly and quickly got dressed. Soon I was brushing my teeth and he didn't even get out of bed. When I was ready to leave, the British got up in just his underwear.

"Why are you going already? We had such a good night..." Indeed, the night had been one of the best I had ever had.

"Because..." There was no reason, we didn't work together, we don't even have any previous relationship or that would cause future problems. "There is no reason. I thought we were just a one-night stand."

"It doesn't have to be a one-night stand. If you want." He said in a lower tone, as if it were our secret. "I'm willing to try." His hands passed around my waist, pulling my body against his and away from the door.

I thought for a moment before answering. My previous relationships had been terrible and no one seemed to be the person. I hardly knew him, didn't know where he worked, just that he was very rich, his hobbies...

"We can try." And so, I made the most painful mistake of my life.

...

I was wearing one of his shirts, while he was ordering our breakfast - they looked so big on me. He was tall so his outfits were bigger. I sat on the window ledge, looking out at the beautiful scenery that could be seen from there. As soon as he returned with two relatively large boxes, I smiled.

"Don't go anywhere, I'll tidy up and we can eat with the beautiful view on the balcony." My heart melted for a few seconds, how cute could he be? Clearly my view of him had changed in a matter of minutes.

Neither of us shared a word while we were eating, but in our defense, the food was wonderful, which drew a few satisfied sighs. Still, in order to make conversation and find out about his personal life, I made conversation again.

"George?"

"Huh?"

"What do you work in? So far I haven't asked you or even googled you to find out if you are some big tycoon who can rent an apartment in Monaco." The tone was not one of malice, just curiosity. "I know at times, you had people from afar taking pictures of you, but I thought I just thought you were handsome. It's just that I have this thing… I mean, which job is so good that you live here." I cracked an amused smile, crossing my legs over his.

"Formula 1 driver. Currently at Mercedes." He replied as if it was the most common job in the world, yet at the same moment I knocked over the piece of cronut that was in my hands. "I thought you already knew!"

"No! I didn't know? Look... I only know the most famous ones that have passed through the sport... Senna, Schumacher, Prost...Lauda. I had no idea who was currently in the sport." He just laughed at my surprise. "That's why people keep watching you from afar! By God! What if they saw us leaving the club last night? What could that do to your reputation?"

"Honey. Calm down, it's not that dramatic." He used his free hand to place it over my cheek. "They always speculate about our lives and I couldn't care less. If we are available to try, I think more about you. You're not used to living in this life of cameras and constant attention."

"I'll be fine." 

"Are you sure?" 

"For you? Yes."

...

Two weeks went by and there I was, watching from my cell phone, the Dutch Grand Prix, all for George Russell. Officially we were still nothing, however, under the surface. He was my boyfriend.

Something so strange to say, as much as I know he is the right person. At that moment I was at the airport, ready to catch a plane to the province of Monza, so that we could spend a week together - more like post-practice on Friday, post-qualifying on Saturday and post-race on Sunday, because I cannot yet afford to quit my job to live as a fan of my boyfriend.

That's when the inevitable problems started to happen.

I arrived exhausted in Monza and went straight to the hotel, didn't answer messages and didn't even look at my cell phone properly. I was so tired that I wanted my bed. Russell was extremely worried and almost considered leaving the Netherlands on Monday because of my disappearance. On Tuesday, he came to my hotel room, but I was constantly in meetings and doing work, which did not please him, because he missed my company. That day he apologized. On Wednesday I got some time off, but he had already arranged to leave with his friends. There was nothing to apologize for. By Thursday he was already involved with the race that would happen on Sunday and I continued working. We hardly spoke to each other.

On Friday, after the free training sessions, we had a dinner scheduled in a fancy restaurant and we managed to go. I can say that it was the best night, because we didn't sleep afterwards, we just killed our homesickness with lots of wine, conversation and sex.

Saturday was qualifying and I was there. Sunday, third place. I was proud of him and we celebrated together with the others. I felt out of place with the other girlfriends and partners of the pilots, for the most part they were all so Chic, I felt left out, because I was a simple girl who, with the effort of my family that helped me get to a renowned company, was still not enough.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were ordinary, goodbye is always painful, I would only see him in a few weeks. One of those nights around the weekend, he said I love you and I said it back, hanging up the phone before I could hear his answer.

We haven't seen each other in person for over a month. He travels to one side of the world. I am in a different city, we try to reconcile time zones and catch planes, but our routine is dull and it is upsetting for both of us. What keeps us positive is the end of the season and finally we can spend weeks and weeks together. Four more races and this year is over.

Each time more time passed, the pain in my chest of longing increased, because we were amazing together, love seemed to overflow, yet the pain of not having him by my side hurt me and I know that it also affected him mentally. A painful truth seemed to grow in my chest. I was trying to knead it, but it was getting bigger and bigger.

The agony often took over my body. The fear of him never coming home, what if he found someone better? What if I gave up this crazy life he was living? If I wanted more security?

Maybe this was not the time to be together.

And that only proved to be true around Christmas. Our first fight, over something as simple as where we were going to spend the holiday together, ended in both sides crying and endless apologies. Our temper was still the biggest problem for both of us, even if our love was big and beautiful. Explosiveness to end everything in a matter of seconds. We were in a weird mood for 3 days after that. The decision was to spend Christmas each with their own family, the relationship was too new for us to go out showing off to each other and this was right, newly blossoming feelings. I spent the holiday period sending pictures and messages, getting minimal responses, but it was expected.

After that, the relationship was still very good, we couldn't see each other on some weekends, the other turned to love and sex, yet there was an elephant in our midst that no one wanted to mention. The start of racing in 2023. He was now in a relatively better car than the previous one and that would demand even more of him.

We avoided the subject until the start of pre-season testing. His mental health was worse than usual, but he was happy with the results, I was... My family had disassembled, losing someone was never easy, much less when your job also blew up in less than a week after that, besides being on the other side of the world with no prediction of returning home. Everything had piled up and was taking too much out of both of us.

He was trying to be everything, only my life was meaningless and no matter how much I returned the love, I knew it was still not enough for his big, passionate heart.

We needed to talk.

...

The second day he was home, my body was exhausted from looking out for work so as not to leave him paying for it alone, even though he didn't mind. As soon as I arrived, I ran to his lap, where I hid my face and let him comfort me.

"We need to talk." 

"What's it about, kitten?"

"We... We are distant. Not physically, but mentally... It seems that our lives don't want to share with each other. I need to go back to my country and I don't know if I can get back here anytime soon, while you... You are in an amazing team, living a dream of winning podiums... To be adored by new people. They are not working out."

"Love..."

"I am serious. Haven't you noticed that every time our lives come into our relationship, either we fight and come out crying or one of us needs to be consoling the other? It's never about enjoying each other's lives, participating, feeling at home. It is about working like convicts and maybe on the weekend getting together for sex sessions and small talk over a bottle of wine. Not that I don't love this and don't love you.”

"However?"

"Yet this is killing me, and it's killing you, too. You're 25 years old, baby. At the peak of your career and so soon you don't want to retire and stop the momentum. I need some calm right now, my family is destroyed. You are married to your career, which I don't think is completely wrong for your environment, but our visions of the future will not fit together. At least not today."

I watched him swallow hard, his face turned to the side, tears timidly streaming down his face. Without even hesitating, I run both hands over his face, wiping them away.

"I don't want to break up with you. It's the first time I've ever been completely given over to someone. I have never, ever really devoted myself as much, felt as loved as you have made me feel, honey. " The crying voice brought pain to my heart and I wanted to give up halfway through. "Don't do this to me."

"You know I don't want to either." I murmured, ignoring my own tears and leaning my forehead against his. "But it's the best thing for both of us. How many times have we cried this week? Over things within our relationship that we can't fix. They're incorrigible because they're not up for us to change, George."

"I know. I know all this, but I don't want to lose you."

"You won't lose me. I promise you. One day we will meet again."

"How do you know?"

"Because our lives aren't on the same page. One day we'll have our right moment and we'll make everything we couldn't experience in these months count. I promise."

"I will never forget you.

"Then let's make this night unforgettable."

And we had sex that night. We cried together, packed my bags, and cried some more. And in a few hours I was at the airport to return to my country. He didn't want to let me go, his hug was so strong and his kisses were endless, they were so desperate but at the same time they carried so much love. Everyone always said that goodbyes were always hard, even more so for young loves.

"This here. It stays with you. When you think it's our time, you give it back to me." He took it off one of his favorite necklaces, placing it around my neck.

I was unresponsive for a few seconds, just enjoying the touch of his hands. "I will always love you, Russ."

"And I will always love you too, love. See you someday?"

"See you someday."

So we had our last kiss, intense, with his tongue next to mine, bodies glued together, and then a strong and tearful hug, and minutes later I was walking into the plane, my face swollen. I couldn't stop crying and thinking how incredible that love had been.

Thinking about the future with him, with the possibility of meeting him again made me cry even more, because I had the courage to leave him, however I knew it was the best, I didn't want us to end with just hate and no love.

When you love, sometimes you have to make the hardest choice.

...

George (pov)

I was sitting on my bed. I didn't know that love could hurt so much as it did right now.

"She was that person who messed everything up and yet, fixed everything at the same time. I was no longer Russell who did things without thinking. She loved me so much and I loved her so much. Why does everything that is good have such a painful end? It was just like a novel... Which was supposed to be beautiful, the kind that annoys people with all the love the main characters have, but…” Lewis just listened to me, with a hand on my shoulder. He squeezed slightly, to show that he understood what I meant.

"The greatest loves don't last forever, friend." He murmured, giving me a hug where I let myself cry.

#george russell #george russel imagine #george russel x reader #george russell x y/n #george russell x you #george russell fluff #george russell angst #george russell fanfiction #george russell one shot #f1 fanfiction #f1 rpf #f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #george russell blurb #rus63

[localpieceofshitgirl]

bandmemberkonig! x reader

a/n: this is like younger konig😁

(I HAVENT POSTED IN FOREVER😭😭 im so sorrryyyyy i’ve been lacking in motivation lately but she’s coming back!)

warnings: fluff. zero smut none nada. fem reader! konig is a cutie little shy boy who is respectful

god why did you let her drag you to these things, you thought as you walked into the dingy bar. it smelled like old spice and cheap cologne, every girls favorite smell!

she said there was a band playing that you would like, they were small. she said they would do covers and some original songs. they weren’t bad, they actually did some covers of your favorites. yet you weren’t keen on going out tonight. “they’ll be out any minute now!” your good friend emilia, who brought you here, ecstatically said. you smiled softly, happy to see her so excited for this small band. suddenly they came out onto stage, 4 awkward men. the singer seemed to be a skinny, tall, and, pale guy. stereotypical, you thought. the drummer was shorter pretty decent looking. you were analyzing the drummer when you noticed, him. tall, too tall. so strong and so..mysterious. he walked out shyly, what seemed to be a bass in hand. he was so big but his demeanor and aura seemed so different.“hello? did you hear anything i just said?” emilia laughed. “oh um- yea sorry..” you chuckled.

the band had started, you were already entranced by this mysterious guitar player and he seemed to feel the same way, shooting glances at you the whole show making you turn beet red. they weren’t that bad, actually you would probably listen to them more later. you tried to focus on the music but that goddamn guitar player.

after the show you and emilia decided you would get a drink or two. as you were sipping on your beer you saw him again. that tall, handsome, man walking towards you. you thought you would have a heart attack. “ ah..hello.” he spoke quietly, god, for such a large man he was shy. you also noticed a european accent, it was so enticing. you smiled up at him “hi..uhm…you all did amazing.” you stammered up at him. he chuckled, looking down at his feet sheepishly. “thank you..uhm you look amazing by the way..” he said softly, his eyes darting all over you and whatever was behind you nervously. you smiled, “gosh…thank you um whats your name..?” you asked sitting down at the bar, gesturing him to do the same.

after you both got introduced and got a couple drinks in you you decided to go home with him.

his car was sleek, surprisingly nice and tidy. you had clearly more drinks then him… he helped you into the car as you stumbled drunkenly. “you’re so nice konig…it’s so nice..” you mumbled in the car. “thanks…i’ll take you home where do you live?” he asked softly. you placed a hand on his forearm, signaling to more..sexual activity. “let’s go back to yours..?” you said softly. he looked down at your hand nervously, removing it softly. “you-…you’re drunk…we cannot.” he whispered, beginning to drive..

luckily nothing to wild happened that night. you both slept at his house in bed. but…you did get his number..;)

#fanfic #call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x reader #cod mw2 #konig cod #call of duty fanfic #ilovehim

[cosmicpearlz]

well-kept secrets

summary: having a crush is one thing but having a crush on your co-worker? a totally different kind of feeling.

pairing: percy hynes white x actress!reader

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percy knew that the minute you walked into the room for the first time, he was going to fall for you. the show that you guys were working on was a romantic drama. it’s set in new york city and it follows a boy named evelyn (your character) who swore to never fall in love due to past family issues until she meets oliver (percy’s character).

the boy was nervous when he walked up to your door. you guys decided to rent rooms in the same apartment complex that way it was easier to just travel together for work. the two of you were going to be hanging out to read the next scene that was to be filmed and he didn’t want to show up empty handed. so he walked down to the cafe that you guys called ‘the hot spot’ and picked up your favorite stuff, along with getting something for himself.

“y/n, i uh got your favorite drink and a pastry from our spot,” percy hands you the warm cup as you stood by the door. you took it with a bright smile, a smile that makes him melt inside.

“our spot, huh?” you stepped aside to let him come into the apartment. the boy’s face warms up with the realization that he called the cafe that.

“sorry, i just meant that because we found-“

“percy! i’m just teasing you. thank you for this,” you cut him off from his rambling and reached to kiss his cheek. percy knew that he was definitely blushing at this point.

“right right. i knew that. ready to run the lines?”

“hell yeah! i’m excited to see what was next for our story.” the word our falling gracefully out of your mouth sent him into a spiral. he wished to be with you officially but he’d never want to ruin the friendship you guys built. plus you were his co-worker which made the situation trickier. 

“perc?”

“huh?” he looks up from his shoes to your concerned face.

“you okay?”

“yeah just um tired that’s all.” you nodded your head at him and motioned him to follow you to the couch. you sit with your legs folded on the seat while percy puts one of legs under the other leg. turning towards each other, you guys get ready to run the lines.

“where did you want to start y/n?”

“let’s do the very beginning! i haven’t gotten a chance to read that yet.”

percy’s eyes scan the page to get a brief view of what the scene was. it was a fight scene between both characters. it ended with a confession and a kiss. his eyes widened reading that he had to kiss you.

running the scene was no problem but as soon as it came to the kiss, percy backed away. leaving you guys to keep restarting and you were getting frustrated with him.

“percy, if you don’t want to kiss me just say that! we’ve been doing the same scene for hours.”

“no it’s not that.”

“then what is it?” he opened his mouth to speak but instantly closed it. he couldn’t tell you the real reason because he felt it’ll change everything and not in a good way.

“it’s nothing.” you scoffed at him and turned your head to look at the wall.

“you’re lying.”

“no, seriously it’s- it’s nothing y/n.”

“i think we should call it a night. i’ll see you later, yeah?”

“okay,” percy whispered and stood up to collect his things.

once he had everything he needed, he offered an awkward wave to you while you stayed seated on the couch, leaving out the front door. when he closed the door behind him, he took a second to lean his back onto it and sigh quietly to himself. the whole crush on a co-worker thing was gonna be harder than he thought.

-

you felt bad for getting upset with percy. so you woke up a bit earlier to stop by the cafe to pick up some treats for him. you decided to wait for him in his trailer since you guys already established that it was okay to just walk into each other’s trailer. you’re as quiet as a mouse when percy walked in. he looks up from his phone and physically jumps back making you laugh.

“what the fuck! you scared the shit out of me.”

“sorry, i just wanted to bring you some treats from our spot. i wanted to apologize for last night.” still with heavy breathing, he shakes his head at your words.

“there’s no reason to apologize.”

“yes there is percy. i was a little mean and i’m sorry.” percy walks up to you and wraps his around your shoulders.

“it’s okay, if anything i should be sorry. i was the one who was fucking up.”

“happens to the best of us,” your eyes meet his and he feels the world stop. percy finds himself in a trance within your eyes, so beautiful and soft is how he would describe it. the secret was getting harder to keep. removing his arms from you, he takes a step back and goes to the pasty box.

“i hope you got the good stuff.”

“oh you know i got the good stuff,” you both shared a laugh before digging in to the box. small moments like this is what he liked most about working with you but more importantly what he liked about you.

-

“guys i need you to give me your rawest emotion. think of you actually building up the courage to tell someone you love them. make it real!” the director gave you guys some encouragement getting ready to film.

“and action!”

the scene

“oliver can’t keep running from me.”

“watch me. i don’t want to deal with this,” percy walks away from you and you rush to grab his arm just as the script said to.

“tell me one good reason why.”

“no.”

“tell me the reason oliver.” he turns to glance at you and percy gets lost. your eyes had him trapped again and he thought you looked beautiful with the water running down your face to act as the rain for the scene.

“because i fucking love you y/n and i’m trying so hard not to fall for you but here we are. you told me not to fall in love, so please let me go.”

“cut! we have to reshoot this.”

percy’s face paled at the realization he said your name. your name and not the character you played. taking one look at your face was all he needed to leave. your jaw was dropped and eyes widened. he was fucked at this point and needed a way out.

“i’m sorry, i have to go.” percy let’s his feet guide him back to his trailer quiet and quickly.

opening the door, he slammed it shut and locked it. the boy felt his eyes water thinking he had lost a friend. he went and made it weird which was the opposite of what he wanted to do. he thought that he could ignore his feelings for you and by the time filming was done everything would be okay.

“percy? i know you’re in there. let’s talk about this.” you knocked on the trailer door and the tears in his eyes fell down.

“y/n, just leave. it’s embarrassing enough,” he replied in a choked voice.

“let me in. please.”

percy huffed and moved to unlock the door. once you heard the lock click, you opened it to find the boy in tears.

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable fuck. i- i swear i didn’t mean to do that,” his lip trembling trying to keep the tears at bay.

“did you mean it?”

“what?” he looked up from his hands to meet your eyes.

“did you mean it? did you mean what you said back there?”

“yes,” he said with a low whisper and looked away from you once more.

you close the distance between you guys and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. leaning on your toes and turning his head towards you, you placed a delicate kiss on his lips. he swore his heart started beating faster.

“what was that for?”

“i’m in love with you too silly. that’s why i was upset last night thinking that you didn’t want to kiss me,” your words fell on his lips while you bring a hand to wipe the tears that adored his cheeks.

“so i didn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“heavens no! i’m really happy right now even though we’re both soaked with water from head to toe,” sharing a laugh together, he kisses your temple.

“where do we go from here?”

“well i was hoping you’d say the magic words,” you catch your bottom lip in between your teeth to hide the grin you had.

“y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

“hmm i dunno.” he smiles down at you still holding onto your waist.

“the anticipation is killing me here.”

“i have decided that i’d love to be your girlfriend!”

“yeah?” he looks in your eyes before his eyes drift down to your lips.

“yeah.” this time he initiates kiss and pushes you closer to him. percy felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he could finally breathe.

“guys we really need to reshoot the scene!” your stage manger calls out to you both making you break the kiss.

“c’mon babe, we got a scene to shoot.” placing once last kiss on your cheek, he grabs your hand leading you back to set. he couldn’t be more happier than he was right now.



#percy hynes white x reader #percy hynes white x actress!reader #percy hynes white fluff #percy hynes white angst #actress!reader #percy hynes white

[greazyfloz]

“You cheated first!” with mr quinn hughes

Angst: 22. “You cheated first!” w/ Quinn Hughes 

Word count: 2.0k

Playing Pretend

Last Friday Quinn went out for beers with some of the boys and the girls all went to Brock’s where Bella was hosting a girls night. Bella and I became close pretty quick since it was easy being Brock and Quinn typically hung out all the time and they both would bring us whenever possible.

I ended up, just staying in their guest room with Lexie, Demko’s wife as we were basically the only other two wags that didn’t have to go home to relieve a babysitter or having to take a dog out to pee. Bella came in and sat with us as we gossiped about our boyfriends and had deeper girl talk with one another.

At around 3am we heard the front door to the apartment open and close, and the dogs began to bark a little. You can hear Brock shush them.

“Why is Brock back? He suppose to be staying at my place with Q and Petey after drinks” I say confused

“I don’t know, one sec.” she says, hopping up from the bed and galloping done the hall to her and Brock’s room where he ended up. She came back a couple minutes later and sat back down on the bed before saying: “I guess he decided he just wanted to come home”.

All three of us fell asleep in the room after talking until about 4am. When we woke up, Lexie went home because her and Thatcher had plans, so we decided to meet up with Quinn and Petey for breakfast.

We walked in and the two boys hadn’t arrived yet so I sat across from Bella and Brock beside her across from the vacant chair I saved for Quinn. The two boys finally walk in, and Quinn walks around the table to get to the seat beside me. He sat down and gave me a peck before saying: “Hey guys” to Brock and Bella. Elias sits beside Brock and Brock looks over at him first as he sits.

“Morning Petey” he says, “Quinn” he says after looking at Quinn until picking the menu up. The tension at breakfast was very awkward. I’m starting to think that maybe Brock and Quinn got into or something last night. After breakfast, Quinn and I had head home so he can get ready for practice. 

“You and Brock okay?” I ask as we drive home

“Yeah, we’re good.” 

“Did you guys get into a fight or something last night? I noticed tension”

“Yeah me too, I’m not sure” Quinn says keeping it short before changing the subject, “So Petey might come over tonight after practice, that good with you?”

“Yeah sure. I think Bella is coming over during your guys’ practice so I’ll ask her to ask Brock and we can all just have supper together too”. Quinn doesn’t say anything and continues to drive home.

Bella walks into my apartment and sits beside me on the couch about 20 minutes after Quinn had left for practice. I told her I’d leave the door unlocked so she could just come in. 

“Okay, I need to tell you something” she says looking over at me and I just looked at her waiting for her to continue, “I kinda sorta lied last night when I told you Brock just wanted to come home”

“Okay, so Quinn lied to me then. He told me that he and Brock didn’t get into it last night. Why lie about something so stupid?” I ask

“That’s not really what Quinn lied about. Brock ubered home last night from here” I look at her waiting for greater explanation to what she just dished out. “So Quinn gave Brock and Petey the key to your guys’ apartment because he wanted to stay out a little longer. Brock said he noticed a girl was all over him but nothing threatening. Later Quinn came into the apartment with um- Y/n- he cheated” she explained.

“Oh” is all I could manage to say followed by, “Wow”.

“I’m so sorry” she says, “I wanted to tell you last night but Brock said to let Quinn tell you himself and I didn’t want to say anything in front of Lexie, and-”

“It’s okay, I appreciate you telling me” I say, “Petey is coming over for dinner tonight, so I don’t think he is planning on telling me tonight”

“You can use our guest room whenever you need” she assures me

“We are going to Michigan next weekend. He isn’t going to tell me because what would he tell his parents when he shows up alone?”

It's been 5 days, since I found out about Quinn. I was able to successfully go to the room and fake sleep before he would come home or while he had Petey over. We are currently in Ann Arbor as Quinn took two days off to come see Luke one last time in a UMich jersey. Beside Quinn was Josh. Quinn’s friend joined us as he was injured for the rest of the season so he was able to come for the weekend as well. I sat on the other side of Quinn between him and Ellen.

“I’m so glad you and Quinn are still going strong” she says sweetly as we wait for the game to start, I smile back not even knowing how to respond.

“Yeah, 3 and a half years” I say and it hit me hard. I didn’t get to really process how I felt as I had to pretend all week that I didn’t know. I try really hard to keep faking the smile.

“Quinn told me you moved to part-time work, how’s that?”

“It’s great. I love that they are so flexible. It usually works out that Quinn isn’t home when I work and that was the reason why I moved to part-time so we uh- um- yeah so we- a- had more time together” I say stuttering at the realization of how much I put away of my own life for him, “Will you excuse me for a minute” I say standing up and pushing past Quinn.

I end up outside of the arena to get some air. ‘Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry’ I think to myself outside. I can hear the chants inside indicating the game has probably started. My phone buzzes and I look down to see a text from Quinn:

Q💞: Where are you?

I ignore his text and decide to head back into the arena. I take my seat between Quinn and Ellen not even looking at Quinn the clock reads 12:08 in the 1st. I turn to Ellen after a whistle, 

“Sorry about that! Talking about work reminded me I needed to take a call” I lied

“Oh don’t apologize” she smiles at me. Quinn then leans into my ear 

“You good?”

“I’m fine” I say watching the game. I can feel Quinn stare at me a little longer before turning his attention back to the game. The boys ended up winning and we all headed down to the tunnel area so we could talk to Luke and all the alumni that ended up coming out tonight could take a picture on the ice. 

I stand with Ellen as Luke comes out. Quinn was still on the ice taking pictures. “Hey Y/n!” he says bringing you in for a hug before turning to hug his mother and other family members next. “Where is Q?” he asks me.

“Went to take a picture, should be back soon” I say just as Quinn and Josh come back in. They all hug and catch up.

Luke goes back into the tunnel and Quinn turns back to Ellen and I.

“So I’m going out with all the other alums tonight to some bar, I’m going to stay with Josh tonight at his hotel so coordinating a drive back wont be complicated or anything for ya” he said to Ellen, “so we’ll drive back with you and dad, then we’ll drive back up in the other car since our stuff is already in there”. He continues then looks at me, “You’ll be fine a couple of their girlfriends will be there too”. 

“Okay then let’s go” Ellen says and we all get in the car.

The drive home wasn’t very long, Quinn kept his hand on my thigh the entire way back to Canton, and I let him. When we arrived back Quinn and I quickly hopped in the other car and headed back to Ann Arbor except this time I didn’t let Quinn rest his hand on my thigh, “Quinn stop”.

“What did I do?” he says back to me, “You have been acting strange all week”

“There is a reason!”

“Well I’m asking!”

“Just drive Quinn. We will talk about this more when we get back to Vancouver”

“So you are going to be bitchy with me until then?” he says and I turn my head to look out the window of the car, “pfft, whatever”.

We get to the hotel and bring our bags in. Josh opens the door to his hotel room and invites us in. We sit and drink a beer before heading out to the bar. We get there and it looks like Quinn and I are in an angry person drinking competition as we throw one after the other back. We finally are sitting in the booth and he sits beside me.

“Baby, I’m sorry” he says rubbing my thigh

“About what, tonight? Or cheating on me?” I say pushing his hand off me before moving to a barstool across the bar. I look back to see Quinn follow after me so I stand and walk outside. I lean on the railing outside the bar when a very drunk Josh stands beside me doing the same thing.

I look at Josh and he looks back at me. I lean in and crash my lips onto his. Josh grabs underneath my ass to lift me and place me on the railing before bringing his lips back to mine to continue a very steamy make out session.I wrap my legs around his waist as Josh uses one hand to keep me from falling off the railing and the other travel up my core to my boob where he begins to squeeze and play with over my shirt. We continue making out until Quinn makes an appearance. 

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” Quinn yells, Josh pulls away and I step back onto the ground, “That’s my fucking girlfriend!” he says yelling at Josh.

“Shut up Quinn” I say, “Stop acting like this hurts you more than the hell I lived through all week. You cheated first! You did worse, and I had to sleep in the bed all week”.

“I didn’t fuck your bestfriend!” he says back

“And neither did I! But one of us did fuck someone else and it wasn’t me”

“You know what-”

“If you are going to tell me it’s over, think again because I’m the only one that knew it was over between us for 6 fucking days Quinn!” I say and turn to walk back to the hotel.

I get back to the hotel and use the hotel key Quinn gave me so I could put in my purse. I put everything back in my bag and went downstairs to check in to another room. 

The next day I arrived at the airport, and that is when the awkwardness set in. Quinn and I had to sit beside each other on a 4 hour flight. I sat first and put my headphones on until I fell asleep so I didn’t have to talk or look at him.

When we get off the plan we order two separate ubers to the same place. Luckily my uber was faster and I was able to put together a bigger bag to head over to Brock and Bella’s. Quinn walks in and leans on the doorframe watching me put more into my bag.

“Can we talk like adults?” he says. I zip my bag before looking up at him.

“Sure, but I have a question first.” I start, “So when were you going to tell me?” I ask him and he looks down at the floor. “Okay, great” I say as I pick up my bag and push past him.

“I wanted to. But I didn’t want to hurt you” I shake my head continuing to the door. “I still love you” he says as I open the front door.

“Well don’t” I say before leaving.

#quinn hughes #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagines

[shayyprasad]

advice from one who can't take their own | peter parker

summary: you're rather good at giving out love advice, just not as good at taking it.

peter had been so weird lately. as if he was hiding something from her, one big secret. no, not spiderman. y/n already knew that. it's not like she'd walked into him wearing boxers and  holding his suit.

good times.

this was different and she could tell. but y/n had a plan. a well-ish formulated plan. they had study sessions every week, always on wednesdays, the same day she would find out what that cheeky bastard was hiding.

y/n stuffed her bag with her school notebooks, and dumping whatever else was in her locker in there. zipping it up, she saw peter in the corner of her eye and walked over to him, picking her words out carefully.

"hi, pete. we're still up for today at yours, right? you, mj, ned, and i?"

he turned around to face you rather quickly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he searched for words. it was like he'd forgotten all the english he'd spent 17 years of his life learning.

"um, uh, yes, yeah. totally up. like, so freaking up. i-in the sky and... mhm," he cringed so hard at his word choice and she furrowed her brows together.

this was the weird she had been talking about.

"...okay. you good? you seem kinda, uh... never mind. see you then." she hadn't even bothered to further address it, turning on her heels and leaving the school. oh, well. y/n would figure it out in about 2 hours and 12 minutes exactly. (she was rather looking forward to finding out.)

peter let out a breath he hadn't known he was even holding as he slammed his locker shut and rested his forehead against it. why was he so terrible at this? why hadn't she caught on yet? wasn't he being so blatantly obvious about it?

mj and ned had figured it out fast. ned, for god sakes could put two and two together, so why couldn't y/n? it was save him so much time. and embarrassment. so much embarrassment. peter groaned in frustration as he headed back to his place, walking excruciatingly slowly on purpose. 

maybe he could come up with some last minute excuse for spider-man or something. peter knew she'd understand.

no, he told himself, i'm not chickening out. it's cool. i'm cool. ice cool.

he could be chill about this, he had to. after all, it's not like their friendship was riding on this.

when he got home, he barely mumbled a "hi" to aunt may and went to go sulk in his room. this boy was so sure that she didn't like him back, but sooner or later, y/n would find out, and he'd rather it be from him than anyone else.

if he could be spider-man, swinging around the city in a skintight suit, why couldn't he confess to his school-boy crush.

except it wasn't a crush.

he was in love, and at least he could admit that to himself.

peter trudged over to his desking, deciding he could use a distraction. he pulled out his notebook, only used for blueprints and other spidermanly stuff, and started on a new web cartridge design. only gods know how long he sat there for, and whether or not his butt was sore by then.

"hey."

peter yelped, snapping his neck towards the door, pausing momentarily as he got a weird sense of deja-vu.

just ned.

"dude, what are you doing here already," he glanced at the time, "you know we've got practically an hour, right?"

"12 minutes," peter's eyes widened, as he didn't realize that much time had passed. "but technicalities aside, i didn't really have anything better to do, so i thought 'might as well live up to the title of guy in the chair.' also, why'd you shriek like that? don't you have your peter tingle, or whatever?"

"what? what do you mean, shriek? i don't shriek!"

"that was a shriek. very high-pitched, bro. i don't think my cousin could even hit that note... and she's a 9 year-old girl," ned snickered.

"okay, well," scoffed peter, very offended by ned's claim, "my yell was manly. and second, it's not. my. peter. tingle! spidey-senses, man! i can't have peter tingle catching on! it's not badass!"

"but leprechauning around the city in tights is?" mj asked.

"jeezus, mj. just say hello like a normal person," peter sighed.

"how come you didn't shriek when she walked in?" ned narrowed his eyes at the brunet.

"because i knew she was there!"

"wait, peter shieks?" mj piped in.

"yes, i- i mean, no! not the point! it's cause my senses only detect threats, moron!"

"so i'm a threat, now?" she rose an eyebrow.

"well... you can be scary," the wallcrawler admitted.

ned insisted, "i can be scary, too!"

"...sure," mj shrugged. "look, you're one of my best friends and all peter, but watching you dance around y/n is getting boring. just ask her out already," he practically got whiplash from that subject change.

"no!"

"why?"

"because i- i can't!"

"but you like her? and she likes you back?"

"who likes who?" the h/c colored hair girl asked, just walking in.

"uh," peter hesitated, if he said his own name then she would think he wasn't interested. so that left but one option.

"ned does! like someone, i mean," peter stammered out.

"oh. you do? does she know? wait, wait, who is it?"

"yeah, peter, who is it?" ned hissed.

mj snickered, getting ready to watch the chaos unravel.

"he doesn't wanna tell, e-embarrassed, i guess. and he hasn't told her yet... because... he's afraid she'll reject him," peter replied.

"aw, ned," y/n reassured him.

"yeah, and he really, really likes this girl. he loves her, honestly. it- it's like, um, now that he's met her, he knows where he belongs, 'cause she's a part of him. when i- he sees her, it's as if space and time became the finest point imaginable, as if time collapsed into one tiny speck and exploded at light speed.

"it's as if his universe begins and ends with her. he could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path leads right back to her. it's like she lights up everything, j-just wherever she goes. like, she's beauty. she's happiness. she's love. all these wonderful emotions curdled up into this ball inside of him, waiting to burst, because- because he loves her," he finished, bright red and out of breath.

maybe he could be a poet, if nothing else.

y/n was bewildered. and so confused. he had this look in his eyes, unlike anything she'd seen before. like he really wanted something, urging to get it. there was purity in his eyes, a wholesomeness that makes her shiver with emotion. it felt like he was talking to her in that moment. like no one else existed.

just them. in their own walls, constricted and laced with contentment and something else.

"well," she said quietly, getting over her shock, "if he can repeat those words to his mystery girl, then he's got this in the bag."

"but what if i- he messes up? and their friendship gets ruined?"

"it's worth it. he deserves to tell her that, and she deserves to hear it. and if she doesn't feel the same, don't bother. she isn't the one."

they were so close together, inches away from their lips meeting, so lost in each other, they didn't notice mj drag ned out by his ear.

"and if i was the one who said that to you? would i- would i have this in the bag?"

y/n nodded slowly, gathering her newfound courage to kiss him.

so she did.

it was everything. all her pent up emotion flooded out of her, pushing into the kiss. it felt like they fit. a click. as if they were each other's last puzzle pieces, the satisfaction of it rustling in.

"i take it you weren't talking about ned?" she asked softly.

"no," peter chuckled. "you know, you give pretty good advice. even if you can't take your own."

and he kissed her again.

it was even better this time.

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[sleeepy-sim]

Their Girl

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The Lost Boys

Chapter 1

My father was never someone I could go to for things. He was there for my brothers but never really for me, unless I needed a ride, but that was about it. When I heard that he had cheated on my mom, Lucy, I was pissed. My father was never really home and when he was he was usually complaining about something, at least whenever I was home at the same time as him. My mom was already done with his bullshit by the time she found out he was screwing some chick that looked faker than plastic. So it wasn’t much of a tough decision for her, at least from the way she was talking about it. So here we are, my mom, my brothers, Michael and Sam, on our way to go live with our grandpa, in Santa Carla. 

I don’t really mind moving, considering that we lived in Arizona, which is hot as shit. Plus I’m ready for change. Hopefully Santa Carla will be better than it is for most, considering how many missing posters there are. I feel weird being here, in Santa Carla. The place isn’t weird, I mean it has weird people but the place itself isn’t weird. I feel like something is going to happen, hopefully something good. Hopefully I’ll be able to go onto the boardwalk tonight, I bet it’s beautiful at night time.

“Bee?” my mother’s head peeks out from behind the now cracked door. “Hm?” I look up from the desk grandpa, thankfully had in this room. I love my mom, she can be a bit of a pushover, but she only means well, at least I’m guessing. “Do you want to go to the boardwalk with me? I was thinking we could all go,” she looks hopeful. “You, me, Michael and Sam? If you want to go of course, I know how some things can-” stopping her before she continues her sentence and her rambling of trying to reason why she’s asking, “Sure. Um, just uh, give me a min.” 

I look through my bags that I have yet to unpack, finding a black skirt with a light sweater that has skulls all over it. Looking in my other bag trying to find my cute knee high socks that have little bows at the top, finally finding them I hurry up and change throwing the clothes I just had on my bed. “I’ll deal with it later,” grabbing my white sneakers I slip them on and tie them before heading down stairs where my mom was waiting. “Are they coming,” I sling my black purse over my right shoulder before digging into it and finding my perfume, spraying some on myself before offering it to my mom. She smiles as a thank you and sprays herself, “Yes, they should be coming down any minute now.” She hands me the perfume back just as my little brother Sam comes running down the stairs, he runs over to me before hugging me, he is almost as tall as me, considering his head is past my shoulders. I kiss his head before patting his back to tell him we have to go, as I see Michael come down. “Let's hit the road!” my mother looks back at the three of us, Sam still attached to me and Michael smelling his armpits. 

Even though I was here just earlier today, the boardwalk is still beautiful. Though being here just made the feeling as though something is bound to happen intensify almost instantly. “So where too?” Looking to my right stood Lucy, my two brothers had wanted to go check out the concert and I was going to go with them, but with my stomach tightening up into knots and almost making me throw up on an innocent bystander. I decided it best to go with my mom, as she can somewhat help me when I get too nervous. “Lets just walk around until something catches our eyes?” She smiles brightly and I can’t help but playfully bump into her, she bumps me back and then I bumped her again. We continued until we started giggling and made eye contact with the woman hanging up a missing poster with a guy's picture that looks to be a security of some kind. 

Seeing how sad she looked and then realizing that everyone else who had hung a poster on that board must have looked and felt what that woman was feeling, ruined our moods. Looking at my mom, she and I shared a look as though she understood my worries of something happening to our family, she smiled at me and kissed my cheek before a little boy's cries made us stop our interaction and look. “Mom! Mom! I can’t find my mom.” Walking over to the boy my mom gets to his level trying to talk to the poor boy as I smile at him while digging into my bag and finding a little packet of tissues and handing him one, giving him a kid smile. He whips his tears away, “Are you lost?” the boy nodded at my mom before sparing me a glance. “Well that’s okay, let’s see if someone can help okay?” My mom smiles sadly at me and I take his hand and follow her into what I’m guessing is a Video Store. “Let’s go in here and see.” 

“Excuse me. This little boy’s lost, and we wondered if his mother might be here?” I bend down to him while my mom talks to the man with glasses. “What’s your name?” His fist rubs at his eyes, probably tired from all the crying. “T-terry,” His eyes are filled with tears and his first continues to rub at his eyes. “I like that name,” I smile at him, he looks at the floor and smiles. “Terry!” His mom comes running in and hugs the small boy, “Oh, I was so worried.” Suddenly my body became hot, I could feel myself sweating, it started to get hard to breathe, almost as though something was in my lungs clogging it up. I could feel myself getting dizzy, sweat trickled down from my forehead, wiping it away and looking at the drop of sweat with confusion. I was fine just a second ago, what’s wrong with me now. Swallowing thickly I look around the room, notifying four might I say hot guys. 

I made eye contact with the tallest blonde, his hair was almost like a mane, the smirk on his eyes were hungrily watching as I struggled to breath. The other blonde next to him seemed to have the same look in his eye. He seemed to be shorter than all of them but his hair was so curly, it looked beautiful. I looked back at the blonde with the lion mane and looked to the guy that was on the left side of him. He had dark long beautiful hair, his skin seemed to be darker than the other two, his eyes were scanning me it seemed.  Lastly the guy next to him had phantom blonde hair, it seemed to be styled in a somewhat punk hairstyle. The smirk on his face almost seemed like he knew something I didn’t, like he was expecting something to happen. Looking away from them, I realized that Terry and his mom had left and my mom was still talking to the guy with glasses.  “I’m gonna go,” I whispered to my mom, avoiding looking at the guys that were just across the counter. “Oh, okay, I’ll see you at the house?” I nod at her before taking another glance at the four guys before turning around and heading for the door. 

I step outside of the store and stand just a bit to the left of the door, taking a deep breath. I rub my face with my hands trying to calm down, I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. I sit down on the curb just near some bikes. Resting my head on my knees, it seems my sweating is getting worse. Hearing footsteps I try not to look up but two people squish me between them. Another person crouches right in front of me. With my head still down on my knees I froze up not knowing what to do, but part of me felt safe and warm, but I also was sweating so much. It seemed like I had a knot in my stomach, the inside of my thighs were almost soaked and my pussy seemed to be throbbing. What the hell is wrong with me? Someone's hand was running through my hair, another someone’s nose was in my hair. “It’s okay,” lifting my head up I see the man with dark beautiful hair was crouched in front of me, looking to my right was the curly head blonde and to my right was the lion mane blonde. 

“Yeah, it’s okay cutie.” Looking back to my left, the blonde with the lion’s mane removed his nose from my hair and put his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing over my high cheekbone. “I’m Paul,” he smirks at me before nodding his head at the other blonde on my other side. “That’s Marko,” Looking over at the curly head blonde that I now know as Marko, his arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him, which causes Paul to move over and squash me even closer to the two of them. “I’m Dwayne.” my head looks up to him, even while crouching he has the height advantage. Hearing footsteps from behind me I go to look but I suddenly feel someone behind me, their chest touching my back. Upon whose arrival Paul and Marko seemed to scoot a little away, as suddenly I’m being picked up, their hands just underneath my armpits. The person behind me lifts me up and suddenly the ground looks a long ways away, but they sit down on the curb and put me in their lap. “I’m David sweetheart.” His hot warm breath hits my ear. 

His hands pick me up once again, except this time he turns me around in his lap. Now facing him my body turns hot. I’m pretty sure my slick is running down my thighs and onto David's pants. He adjusts me so I’m sitting on his crotch, which makes it even worse. His hands are resting on my hips, fingers slipping into the top of my skirt, but I can’t seem to care, it feels so good being with them. It feels right, somewhat comforting in a way. “What’s your name, sweets?” Marko’s fingers run through my hair once again, his wide smile making me want to smile. David’s hands grip my hips even tighter and make me roll my hips against his crotch, making me whine. “He asked you a question.” Dwayne’s fingers moved the hair that was covering my neck before putting his nose against my neck, before biting it. Making me buck my hip, causing David to groan. “B-bee,” I throw my head back letting Dwayne get more access to continue to bite and snip at my throat. Paul groaned, smelling into the air, “God you smell good,”

Paul’s hand reached over and pulled on my necklace, pulling me to him, almost making me fall from David’s lap. His lips almost touched mine, his hot breath hitting my lip, “I can’t wait to taste you my little bee bee.” His hand snaked up and grabbed some of my hair before pulling me into his lap with his lips crashing into mine. I can’t help but moan into his mouth, hips rolling, humping him. Even kissing him was too much pleasure, my slick was bound to be soaking my knee high socks by now. “Not here,” Dwayne’s hands pick me up, just under my armpit. He lifts me up and holds me to his chest before looking over my shoulder and at the rest of the boys. He goes to put me on his bike but I won’t let go of him, as though something in my body was telling me I needed to touch him all the time. He sighs before getting on the bike with me still attached to his chest.  

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[nobedofroses]

December 19th

pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

warnings: fluff, teensy angst lol

words: 649

a/n: this one was prompted by the sweet @terryboot, wherein Marcus tries to find his presents and bums you out lol

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Your husband kept disappearing on you. You’d be making yourself a cup of hot chocolate, thinking you’d join Marcus watching tv and go to ask him whether he wanted any, only he wasn’t sitting on the couch where you’d seen him last. Or you’d leave him folding laundry in the laundry room and come back to start another load and he’d be gone, the laundry basket only half folded. You’d shrug and keep going about your day, finding him in a completely different spot half an hour later with a suspicious look on his face, but you supposed he was just getting distracted more often. 

That is until one day you left to go grocery shopping but came back just a minute later, before your car was on, because you remembered that you needed your reusable grocery bags. You went back inside, surprised that Marcus wasn’t still vacuuming, but thought maybe he needed a break or something. 

Shrugging, you made your way back to the pantry where you kept the grocery bags and instead found Marcus’ butt. 

“Whatcha lookin’ for, honey?” you said with a smile, reaching forward to pinch his little cheek. 

“Ah!” Marcus exclaimed, standing bolt upright and whirling around. “What are you doing here?!”

“Um, I live here. What are you doing?” you asked, laughing at his ridiculousness. 

“I mean, like, didn’t you leave? Where are the groceries?” Marcus deflected, badly. 

“Marcus, I literally left like 90 seconds ago. I forgot the grocery bags, so excuse me,” you slipped past him to grab the bags but stopped when you saw the absolute mess that littered the floor. “What… is this?” 

“Um, nothing, I just wanted to reorganize the pantry. You know, make it all tidy and get rid of expired things,” Marcus explained. 

“That might have been a good explanation if we hadn’t done that literally a week and a half ago, Marcus. Now what the hell is really going on here?” you gave him a stern look, and Marcus knew he had to tell you the truth. 

“Well I– I was just… trying to… find the… presents…” by the time he finished his sentence, he was barely whispering. 

Your mouth dropped down to the floor, “You’re what?!?” 

“Well I—”

“Honey, I literally can’t even— why would you possibly need— don’t you want to be surprised??” you asked, the look on your face so wholly disbelieving and sad that Marcus felt absolutely horrible. 

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I just— I always did it at home and it was like a competition so I’ve been trying to find them just out of, I don’t know, habit. Baby, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have,” Marcus told you, getting close and giving you a hug that just completely wrapped you up in him. 

You let him hug you like that and tried to calm yourself a little. You felt a lot better with his apology, but you wanted him to tell you he had no intention of doing it again. So after a minute, you pulled back and said, “Marcus—”

But he cut you off to say, “I know, sweetheart, I won’t try to look for them again. If you want to surprise me, then I’ll be surprised. I’m sure you’ve gotten me incredible, loving gifts, and I shouldn’t do anything to ruin that.” 

You smiled, mollified by his promise. “Thank you, baby, I really needed to hear that.” 

The two of you kissed briefly, just to make sure you were on the same page and for a little more reconciliation. Then you decided that you still needed to go grocery shopping and Marcus wanted to clean up the pantry and then get back to his vacuuming. He even grabbed the reusable bags for you. 

When you got in the car and turned on the radio, you decided that you wouldn’t tell Marcus that you hadn’t bought anything yet.

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[samaraannhan20]

Pete Davidson Imagine: Family Issues

“It’s okay to cry” Y/Y/S/N= your younger sibling’s name Y/M/S/N= your middle sibling’s name Sometimes, when you visited your childhood home, and your family, you wouldn’t stay as long as you originally planned. For various reasons. This week, you had brought Pete home with you, because your family hadn’t met him yet, and together the two of you decided it was time. So early Thursday morning you had boarded a plane to the airport closest to your home, with rental car plans, and a return ticket for the following Thursday. Pete let you drive the rental to your home, which was about an hour from your house. You spent the hour reminiscing on memories that you had from each of the towns that you were passing by on your way home. When you hit the exit for your home, Pete noticed you visibly tense up and get quiet. You still pointed things out as you drove the rest of the way to the house you grew up in, just not as many. When you made that final turn onto your street, you became completely silent. You drove the last few hundred feet, turned into your driveway, put the car in park, unbuckled, and then sat there. You stared ahead, looking at the house that you used to call home. You knew that inside love was waiting, from the people who missed you a lot. However, you also knew that whatever happiness you felt from your family, would probably last no longer than a day. “Here’s the deal,” you said, turning in your seat to look at Pete. “They will be really happy for about a day that I’m home. Or, rather, everyone except Y/Y/S/N will be, but they’re always an ass so don’t expect much from them. Tomorrow, probably, everything will start to go to shit, because that’s how it goes every time I come home.” “I love you,” is all he says in response because he can tell how much you need to hear it. You lean forward and rest your forehead on his for a few moments, before pulling back and opening the door. “If we don’t go in now, I will never go in. Plus, we’ve been sitting here for like 10 minutes, and the dog definitely started barking the moment we pulled in the driveway,” you tell Pete, and in response he opens his door. Silently deciding you’ll come back for the bags later, you walk around the car, where Pete was waiting, he wraps his arm around you, and you begin the short walk to your door. As soon as you knock on the door(you still have a key but would feel wrong using it because of how long it’s been since you’ve been home) someone opens it. The face you see in front of it is your mother’s, and she looks overjoyed. “Y/N! Welcome home!” she says, pulling you away from Pete and pulling you into a hug. You hug her back, and when she releases you she immediately pulls Pete into a hug. She always has been a hugger, you think to yourself, as she releases him and you grab his arm. “Come, sit down. We have so much to catch up on, since it’s been so long since you came home. Pete, tell me about jobs you have coming up,” she says, and the three of you, and your step-father, when he gets home, with occasional appearances by your siblings, talk for the rest of the night. Later that night, after Pete has gotten your bags out of the car, and as you’re both settling into your childhood room for the night, and have been in silence for a while, Pete breaks the silence. “So, where was Y/M/S/N?” he asks, knowing that they’re the sibling you have the most issues with when you come home. “Um, probably at a friend’s house getting high or drunk. They’ve been doing that since they were 15. Nothing has changed.” In response Pete just nods and pulls you into him, and then lies down. “This room hasn’t changed either, surprisingly. The last summer I came home and spent the entire summer here. The last two weeks before I was supposed to leave again I became very depressed and was taking it out on Y/M/S/N because they have always been easy to piss off. The problem is, they get physical. I just used words to hurt them, but during one of our last fights they slammed a door into my head. Then the next day, they physically shoved me out of the room they still share with Y/Y/S/N and that’s the day that my mother told me if I couldn’t be okay in the last weeks before I moved away to just not come home for the summer anymore. So, after I went back to school that year, I never came back for longer than a week,” you tell Pete, sharing a story you hadn’t shared before. “Wait,” he says, pulling away and sitting up. “You mean to tell me, that you got your head slammed into a door, but you were the one who was essentially kicked out?” he asks, and you can see the anger in his eyes. You just nod your head, and he immediately pulls you into him. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “Petie, it’s okay. I mean, if I had come home that next summer I never would have met you, and then we wouldn’t be together. In the end, it all ended up the way it should have.”

The next few days go by without any problems, and before you know it you are down to your last 2 days in the house with your family.

In the morning of the second to last day, you wake up to the sound of your mother and sibling shouting at each other. Realizing that you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep, you decide to go into the bathroom that you shared with your siblings growing up, and decide to go ahead and shower. When you get out of the shower you go back into your room, where Pete is surprisingly awake and on his phone. “Good morning baby,” he says, as you crawl back into bed and climb on top of him, even though you are now fully dressed for the day. You just mumble a hello and bury your head in his neck. He drops his phone and wraps his arms around you, and the two of you just lay there together for a while. When you sit back up, he rests his hands on your hips, and then you speak. “Do you want to go get coffee at the town coffee shop?” you ask. He nods, and gently pushes you off of him so that he can go get dressed. After he gets dressed you walk downstairs together, stopping in the kitchen where your mother and step-father are standing. “Goodmorning,” you say, and they both say it back before you continue. “We’re going to go to the coffee shop and get coffee, would you like to come?” Your mother says yes, and your step-father politely declines, so you decide to just take your rental car to the coffee shop. Your mother offers to pay for y’all’s coffee, so you let her. The three of you sit and chat in the coffee shop for about an hour, before you need to get up and go to the restroom. When you come back, you can feel the tension between your mother and Pete, and it is a tension that was not there before you went to the restroom. You decide to ignore it for the time being, and the three of you go ahead and get back in the car and head back to your house. As soon as you get back Pete immediately excuses himself and goes up the stairs to your childhood room. You smile at your mother, and follow him up the stairs. “What is going on?” you ask as soon as you get into your room and close the door. Pete just shakes his head, not wanting to tell you and cause any issues. But you press the issue, and he has no choice but to give in. “When you went to the restroom, she told me that she was surprised you would date someone like me, because you spent years of your life ratting out your sibling for smoking pot. Then she proceeded to hound me on whether or not you now also smoked, and said that if you did it was all my fault,” he says, and you shake your head, absolutely fuming. “Pack up the bags, book a hotel, we aren’t staying here anymore,” you say, before swinging the door open and storming downstairs. “How dare you?” you say to your mother as soon as you walk into the room she was in. “What do you mean?” she asks you, trying to act innocent. “When I went to the restroom at the coffee shop, you hounded Pete, and made him feel guilty for something that isn’t even true. Yes, Pete smokes pot. No, I do not. Yes, I spent most of my late-teen years tattling on Y/M/S/N for that exact same thing. But here is the kicker: PEOPLE CAN CHANGE. I met Pete and got to know him, and fucking fell in love with him, and then realized that drugs do not always mean negative things. I tattled when I was growing up because I wanted my siblings to be safe. And now, all I feel is sadness for leaving them in the house with you. You’re probably the reason that they wanted to smoke in the first place. Pete and I are leaving. Do not contact me until you are ready to apologize to me and Pete for your behavior. I will not stand for this any longer.” After that you storm out of the house and get into the passenger seat of the car, where Pete is already waiting for you. He drives the two of you to the hotel he booked, and grabs your bags out of the car. You stand silently next to him at the desk while he checks in, trying to ignore all of the people in the lobby that have begun to recognize Pete. He wraps his arm around you and leads you to the elevator, and then does the same thing when you get out, this time leading you to the door. As soon as you are in the room you immediately head for the bathroom and lock yourself in. You turn on the shower to drown out the sound of you crying. After about 10 minutes you hear a knock on the door. You wipe off your face, trying to hide the fact that you were crying, and then turn off the shower, before opening the door to let Pete see you. You try not to look into his eyes, as you brush past him and go lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He stands at the edge of the bed, and looks at you, feeling completely helpless. “It’s okay to cry, you don't have to hide it from me” he says, and then watches as your face crumples into tears again. He rushes over to the side of the bed you are laying on, and kneels down on the floor next to you. You turn onto your side and look at him in his beautiful brown eyes. “Why was I never good enough for her?” you ask, before burying your face into his shoulder.

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