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[djrinoo]

I LAV THIS and ow mentioned heh..

distanced - yoru x reader

chapter 1: new things

synopsis: your childhood best friend, sunwoo, makes you download her favorite game right now. what’s the worst that can happen?

warnings: fem!reader, modern au, college au, cursing, mutual pining, yearning, yoru may be ooc, maybe everyone is ooc tbh, idk what im doing, i’m rly rusty w writing and figuring tumblr out all over again, eventual 18+ content, long distance relationship, online setting, inspired by discord tbh, author is chronically online, not proofread, intentionally lowercase

a/n: i have not written in so long, neither have i written on tumblr in a while… so pls be nice </3 characters may be ooc but i’m very sleepy rn and i’ve had this idea for so long and just needed to get it out!!!! also i will be using jett’s real name, sunwoo :P eventually with other agents too down the line as well

anyway, i hope you pretty people enjoy <3

## fic bellow the cut ##

gaming was never really part of your childhood. sure, dabbling in simple games like minecraft and roblox growing up was a staple; endless nights filled your adolescence with late-night sessions of your childhood friend group within these games. you had to admit though, outdated presently closed-down dress up websites with chatrooms were more your thing back then.

although it wasn’t until recently that your best friend, sunwoo, had become absolutely obsessed with a particular game.

sunwoo’s your best friend. you’d known each other since your roblox late-nights during primary school. she was always your shoulder to cry on, and vice versa. her peppy and quick personality set her out from the others; she was your rock, and you were hers. even after she had moved a few hours away for college, you two kept that bond strong by keeping in touch online.

she was always more outgoing and more of a gamer than you. when you two were younger, you gladly would sit together during lunch hour as she yapped about her favorite piece of media at the moment. in exchange, you would draw her favorite characters from said game. it was enjoyable for the both of you, those simpler times.

though, you never were able to play with her, as much as you wanted to. the best device you had was the ancient family computer that could barely run the two games you could play. you’d rather not risk it catching on fire.

so, sunwoo’s gaming fixations over the years never phased you. you welcomed it, you loved listening to her yap sessions.

“y/n, you need to try this game. please.” she pleaded, her voice crisp coming through the call.

at present time, you now sit at your new pc set up within your dorm room. the first one you’d ever had, all thanks to the lovely sunwoo. she had built it for you when you saved up enough money, the only thing was? you… didn’t know what games to get. at all.

sure, you had minecraft and some digital art software. a rhythm game you barely touched, too. you mostly used your pc for art, as it was always your most beloved hobby. that puts you here now, in a discord call with sunwoo, with her pleading for you to download her new favorite game.

“i dunno, sunnie…” you adjusted your headphones over your ears for better comfort. “i’m really not good at fps games… i’ve never even played any like you, growing up.”

sunwoo sighed dramatically, her mic peaking just a little bit, which made you giggle. “listen, i get that, but y/n i promise- you’ll have fun!” after a pause, she adds: “i can even introduce you to my friends from there!”

you sigh, sunwoo was very persistent. it’s the least you could do for her, considering she built your pc, right?

after another pause, you let out a small laugh. “alright, show me where i can go to download it. what was it called again?”

you can hear her squeal, her mic peaking a bit again; and you giggle at the act. “it’s called valture!” you see her start typing in your guys’ private messages. “i’ll send you the link and show you how to create an account.”

————

you hate to admit it, but it was fun. despite being absolutely cradled by sunwoo the entire time, getting headshot constantly, and being confused at the mechanics— this silly game was fun. the evening was filled with laughs and learning; and you could tell sunwoo couldn’t be more happier.

while sitting in the lobby, sunwoo asked; “would you like to join a server with my friends i met on here?”

you hesitate to speak, only managing a simple ‘um…’ as you debated the incomplex question. being an introvert was damning, but meeting strangers was even more so.

“they’re nice!” she said enthusiastically after sensing your hesitation. “i promise, they won’t care if you’re new. they all just want to have fun, like us.”

you traced over the ‘wasd’ keys on your keyboard, thinking. with how much fun you had, you’d definitely come back online and play again. who’s to say sunnie will be on every time you do play? it would come in handy to meet new people who were open to a total newbie like you.

what’s the worst that could happen?

“yeah, send me the invite.”

you hear the other girl make an enthusiastic noise of excitement once again, as an invite link appeared on your screen. clicking it, you were automatically transitioned to the main channel of the server itself. your eyes darted to the automated welcome message, then to the member list on the left hand side.

“oh wow, there’s not many people in here?” you asked, tilting your head at such a short list. with how outgoing sunnie is, you’d expect her to have more people within the server.

“nope! i told you, not intimidating at all.” she replied. “maybe except yoru and iso… they’re both pretty nasty at the game, you could say.”

as she said this, your mouse hovered over each member with the corresponding names she had mentioned. a person by the username ‘y0ru’ and another by the user ‘isolated.’ this ‘iso’ person was offline, whereas ‘yoru’ was online, with their status displaying that they were on valture. their icon was a character from an anime, but the name escapes you.

“what? like, they’re really good or something?” you quizzed, replying a thank you to the welcome messages you received from two people. one named ‘neonbluu’ and the other ‘gekkonekko.’

sunwoo laughed, hearing a bang on her desk (which presumably was from her slapping her hand on her desk). “really good? y/n, they’re both radiant. like, top five hundred within our region.”

“oh, wow,” is all you could muster. you knew competitive players existed, sunwoo very obviously being one of them. but top five hundred within a region? you furrowed your brows at the thought. that would take so much time, right? “do they… leave the house? go outside?”

she gave a hearty laugh at your question. “oh, sweet little y/n… why don’t we ask, yeah?”

before you could even reply, sunwoo left the call within your private messages. you hadn’t clicked off the server, so you saw immediately where she was; sitting in the server’s only voice chat. your eyes widened, you didn’t want to meet anyone in voice chat right now! sighing, you put your head in your hands. what have i got myself into? you think, until you hear a ping notification.

————

jettstorm

@/starphire COME IN VC RIGHT NEEOOOWWW!!!!!

@/y0ru you come too since ur online we can q together w star aka y/n ^_^

also @/everyone @/starphire is my bestie y/n and you all BETTER be nice to her!!!! she’s new to val and fps games in general >_o

neonbluu

why would you make her first fps val

couldn’t even pull up overwatch?? that’s fucked

gekkonekko

no deadass because val is a wasteland

jett’s actually setting this poor girl up 🥀🥀

@/starphire run while you can mama this game is CHEEKS

jettstorm

gekko and neon i’m muting you two for ruining my fun and whimsy

?mute @/neonbluu 2 mins

?mute @/gekkonekko 2 mins

skyespirit

jett’s dictator arc never fails to be more and more apparent each day 💚

jettstorm

ur all actually bullies

i got us all together and i am being targeted 💔

y0ru

shut up and invite me already

or should i get on an alt since ur friend is new?

jettstorm

omggg alt pls bcs i don’t wanna go against sweats in swift 😇😇😇

y0ru

alr

@/starphire welcome btw

cloverfly

OMG I JUST WOKE JP HEYY @/starphire WELCOMEE 💕

fadednights

welcome, starphire.

@/neonbluu answer our dms, my love.

oh, she’s muted. lol.

jettstorm

yeah keep ur lil ass chihuahua in check fade

you too @/deadlocked i cant understand how you two can’t contain that thing

gekkonekko

‘that thing’ is crazy work when she has 2 gfs and i see no hoes on ur hip whatsoever, jett 🥀

jettstorm

?mute @/gekkonekko 2 hours

phoenixashes

LMFAOOOO

gekko just loves lying for fun because what am i if jett has no hoes ☹️

jettstorm

phoenix please keep ur pretty mouth shut rn or i’ll staple it closed ❤️

phoenixashes

yes ma’am

————

you were having trouble keeping up with so much texting. it had been so long since you had been in a friend group, let alone an online one. nonetheless, you muster up the courage to join sunwoo and the yoru person within the server’s vc.

once you joined, sunwoo greeted you with a very energetic; “hiiii y/n!!! this is yoru, our tryhard of the group! yoru, this is my sweet y/n.”

you smiled at her energy, your nerves calming down just by her welcoming and introducing you swiftly to her friend. “hi, yoru, i’m y/n- but you can call me star if it’s easier.”

“hey,” he greeted in a monotone voice. you honestly couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or not. “jett mentions you a lot. she says your a good artist.”

you’d be lying to yourself if his voice wasn’t a little cute to you. he had a slight accent, which you made a mental note to ask what other languages he speaks later.

nonetheless, you let out a giggle. “really? sunnie, i didn’t know you were advertising me!”

“hey!” she said, and you can almost see her raise her hands in self defense. “you are very talented, y/n! you deserve more clients.”

you tab back into the game when you notice that another account by the name of ‘not y0ru’ joined your party.

“alright! let’s queue up! yoru, we need to do our best to teach y/n on the game. be patient with her.” sunwoo commanded playfully.

“i’m patient.” yoru quips back.

sunwoo scoffed. “you are so harsh on the people you coach, don’t even.”

“they’re just soft and can’t take criticism.” yoru sighs. “but star won’t have to worry. she’s surprisingly doing well, looking at her career.”

“huh? my what?” you asked, a little taken aback by the compliment from the smooth voice. he probably is saying that to be nice, you think to yourself.

“your career,” he repeated. “it’s one of the icons on the top left, you’ll be able to see your kda for previous games.”

you were entirely confused at what you were looking at. “kda? what is that?” you asked.

“kills, deaths, and assists!” sunwoo chimed in. “kills are how many enemies you got, duh. deaths is obviously how many times you died. you gain an assist if you do high damage to an enemy, but you don’t kill them- a teammate does.”

“ah,” you voice. this was simple enough to read, you thought. you didn’t think your career was anything special. after all, you did have mainly single digit kills and double digit deaths. “i can barely get over three kills, but thank you, yoru.”

“mhm,” was all he said.

and so, after small talk between you, yoru and sunwoo continued, the three of you loaded into a game.

————

“ahh! that’s my last one, guys.” sunwoo said, stretching her back. it would make sense for her to get off, after all it was almost one in the morning in both of your timezones. you would get off, but the day following tonight had nothing for you, since it was the weekend.

“okay, text me when you wake up sunnie,” you said. “let me know if we’re still on for sunday?”

“of course!” sunwoo beamed. “you two have fun without me, i’ll talk to y’all later. goodnight!”

“goodnight,” you and yoru bid goodbye unanimously. with that, sunwoo disconnected from the call, leaving just you and yoru left.

“do you have to get off as well?” yoru asked.

you shook your head as if he could see you. you mentally rolled your eyes at yourself. “no, not now at least. tomorrow i have no classes, just chores. and uh,” you pause, glancing at his anime icon and feeling a lightbulb begin glowing within your head. “watching some anime, probably.”

you were hesitant, as a majority of the time the three of you spent, yoru was really quiet. except for the occasional shit-talk banter with jett or sarcastic quip at a rude teammate. it had mostly been you and sunwoo making conversation and giggling amongst each other at silly plays you’d do.

but luckily, like a fish in water, he took the conversation bait. “which anime are you watching?”

“i’m not sure, honestly,” you reply. “i used to watch a lot when i was younger. ever since graduating high school, i honestly haven’t had the time to watch any.”

you sit on your answer- it felt dry. boring. you wanted to keep talking, the awkward pauses and silences internally killing you. besides, this was a chance to make a new friend outside of sunwoo and your dormmate. you couldn’t mess this up! quickly, you add; “do you have any recommendations?”

you hear him hum and sigh, probably debating his answer. after a minute, he replies; “do you like action or romance?”

“i like both, to be honest,” tapping your chin, you added onward; “although, i do enjoy a good romance.”

“horimiya, then.” yoru answered. “it’s really short, only twelve episodes. i liked it.”

“is that where your icon is from?” you asked, even though the character he had displayed within his icon did not seem like he was from romance… at all.

yoru actually let out a small chuckle. which, you didn’t think he would be capable of considering how he presented his personality for the last few hours. “no, he’s from a different show. have you heard of jujutsu kaisen?”

you felt so out of touch and old. all of these new shows you have never heard of, and you’re only in your early twenties. “uh… would you hate me if i said no?”

“really?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. “it’s been out for a while. pretty popular right now.”

you hummed, tabbing out and looking it up on google. “oh, is it more of an action-type of anime?” you asked, as you read the synopsis of the show. “it seems pretty interesting,”

“it is.” he confirms. “if you ever want to watch it, i’d be happy to re-watch with you. it’s my favorite show right now.”

you giggle at the offer, clicking back on discord. “i mean, fuck it, sure. i could use a break from rotting my brain with val.”

“alright,” yoru said, you can hear him clicking on some things through his mic. “would you want to stay here, or…?”

oh, right. you two were in a public call within the server’s vc. almost everyone was online except sunwoo and a few others- but you didn’t have the social battery to meet anyone else. not without sunwoo, at least.

“do you mind calling me in dms?” you asked.

“not at all. give me a sec.”

with a few more clicks heard, and the disconnect sound of him leaving vc, you received a friend request and a pop up receiving a call from ‘y0ru.’

and so, the night finally began.

————

a/n: hi! this is my first fic i’m publishing on tumblr, so if u made it this far ilysm ty for reading!! i hope u enjoyed, and have a good day/night <3

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terror-pilled

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YES!!

chapter two ── room for one more?

oh, my clumsy heart: a roommate jason!series.

♥︎ roommate!jason ✗ gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: A man, an expert in every unsavory action of his less-than-legal occupation, like Jason, shouldn't be so nervous about meeting a roommate. Yet here he is—his nails digging crescents into his palm as his eyes lock onto your nervous smile.

TAGS: roommate au, friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, awkward flirting, mutual pining, emotional intimacy, eventual romance, AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES!!

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: He hears the sounds of you wandering in the kitchen, a pleasant melody that beckons him to ask if he can join you for something as simple as breakfast.

✹ ꕀ SERIES M.LIST ; PREV & NEXT ; SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

Jason is torn from sleep by the familiar claws of night terrors, raking over skin already marred and jagged. The dead, silent static of slumber vanishes, replaced by the shrill ringing in his ears—blood pooling in his eardrums, echoes of an explosion reverberating through his bones.

His eyes snap open. Shattered galaxies still cling to his irises, obscuring the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The sheets, damp with cold sweat, cling to his skin, and every inch of him trembles as if ice has lodged itself deep within his core.

Jason is cold—unbearably cold.

He throws the covers aside, the ivory fabric landing near the window. Marigold sunlight filters through the cracks in the curtains, casting citrine streaks across the room. But the light offers no warmth—none of the heat he craves, none of the solace he longs to keep in his grasp as his fingers tighten, desperate, only to leave claw marks in the emptiness.

The biting cold reminds him why warmth always slips through his fingers, why devotion and tenderness have never been his to claim—not as a boy stealing car tires, not as a man wrapping his arms around himself, trying to summon the illusion of something he has never truly known.

The nightmare doesn't last long as he expected. It didn't coil around his neck like spiked wires akin to a noose. It's cut and snapped away from his neck by a delicate buzz of sound spreading into his new room through the hallway. It dances across the air like notes from a melody Jason never thought he'd hear. It's too sickly soft and tender for a man like him.

He recognises the sound as your humming. A simple music echoing through the apartment, laying on top of everything like a blanket full of warmth. Jason finds himself facing the door. His eyes settle on the only piece of barrier separating you and him—two strangers in a shared space, so close to one another, but to him it is still a distance he does not know how to cross.

Jason starts by opening the door.

He doesn’t know what makes him step into the kitchen, but his feet carry him forward before his mind catches up. The air here is different—softer, warmer, smelling of sugar and something caramelizing on the stove. The quiet hum of the stovetop burner, the distant rustling of the city outside, and your soft humming blend into something unfamiliar. Something that doesn't claw at his throat like the nightmares do.

You stand there, carefully drizzling syrup over a small stack of pancakes, brow furrowed in deep concentration. The morning light filters through the window, casting a glow on the side of your face, catching in the stray strands of your hair.

Jason stops at the threshold, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. The sight of you—someone he barely knows, someone he’s still wary of—doing something so simple, so normal, has him frozen in place. He’s not used to this. He’s used to waking up to empty rooms, to his own company and the silence that comes with it.

Then, as if sensing his presence, you lift your head. Your eyes meet his, widening just slightly in surprise.

You look… soft. Not just in appearance, but in the way you tilt your head, like you’re waiting for him to say something first.

Jason suddenly feels very aware of himself—his bare feet against the cool tile, the sweat-dampened collar of his shirt, the mess of his sleep-rumpled hair. He shifts, uncomfortable in a way he can’t name.

"I just thought," you start, voice higher than usual, "since you didn’t eat anything last night, you’d be hungry this morning, so..."

Jason blinks. He had skipped dinner, hadn’t he? It was routine for him—he could go for days without food if he had to. But you noticed.

Something about that knowledge leaves him momentarily unsteady.

Your face flushes, and you immediately rush to explain. "I mean, if you’re not hungry, that’s totally fine! I just— I usually make extra anyway, so it’s not a big deal or anything—"

Jason exhales a short, amused breath, shaking his head. "No, I— thank you. It smells good."

Your brows lift in surprise. "You think so?"

Jason tilts his head slightly. "Yeah. And maple syrup?"

Your face brightens, just a bit. "Can’t go wrong with a classic, right? I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just went with the safest option."

Jason huffs a quiet laugh, something unbidden pulling at the corners of his lips. "No, no," he assures you. "I like it."

"You do?" You say it so quickly, so earnestly, that he can't help but let out an actual chuckle.

It catches both of you off guard—him because it’s rare, and you because your eyes widen slightly, like you weren’t expecting it. His grin, soft and fleeting as it is, feels foreign on his face. But not unwelcome.

"Yeah," he says, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he means it.

You smile at him then, an easy, genuine thing, and it does something to him that he doesn’t want to acknowledge.

"Come on," you say, gesturing toward the table. "There’s enough space for two."

Jason hesitates, the instinct to retreat creeping in like it always does. But he swallows it down, takes the seat across from you. You pass him a plate, and he hesitantly picks up his fork.

"You don’t have to force yourself to eat if you’re not up for it," you say, watching him carefully, reading him in a way that makes him shift in his seat.

"Nah," he says, stabbing a piece of pancake and lifting it to his mouth. "I think I’ll stay."

♥︎

♥︎ ♥︎

It happens again the next morning.

And the morning after that.

Jason doesn’t question it at first, the way he starts finding himself at the kitchen table more often, the way his body now stirs at the sound of you moving around in the mornings.

He tells himself it's just the convenience, the simple fact that if you’re already cooking, it makes sense to sit and eat instead of ignoring his hunger like usual.

But then, one night, you ask him something he doesn’t expect.

"Do you want to help me cook?"

Jason blinks, caught off guard by the casual question. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as you move around the space with ease. There’s something calming about the way you cook, the way your hands move as you chop vegetables or stir a pot on the stove.

"Me?" he asks, skeptical.

"Yeah, you," you say, smiling at him. "I mean, you’re here anyway. Might as well put you to work."

Jason considers it. He’s not terrible in the kitchen, but it’s not like he does this kind of thing often. Still, something about the way you say it—like it’s not a big deal, like you actually want him there—makes him step forward.

"What do you need me to do?"

Your smile widens. "Chop these." You hand him a cutting board and a knife, along with some vegetables. "Think you can manage that, tough guy?"

Jason rolls his eyes but takes the knife, settling into the space beside you.

The silence between you is comfortable. You hum as you stir the pot on the stove, the sound weaving between the steady rhythm of his knife hitting the cutting board.

After a moment, you glance over at his work. "Not bad," you remark. "Maybe I won’t regret letting you near my kitchen after all."

Jason snorts. "Gee, thanks."

You nudge him lightly with your elbow. "Hey, I’m just saying. I didn’t take you for the domestic type."

Jason pauses, the knife stilling under his hand. He thinks about what that means—domestic. He thinks about how foreign it feels to be here, in this kitchen, cooking with someone like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

He doesn’t say anything, just picks the knife back up and keeps chopping.

But you notice.

You don’t push, though, don’t ask anything. Instead, you slide him a taste of the dish you’re working on, wordlessly offering him a piece on the edge of a spoon.

Jason hesitates, then leans in, tasting it.

"Well?" you ask, watching his face carefully.

He chews, swallows. "Not bad," he admits.

You grin, turning back to the stove. "Good. Would’ve sucked if we messed it up after all that work."

Jason doesn’t respond, just watches you for a moment longer before turning back to his task.

For once, the silence doesn’t feel empty. It doesn’t feel like a chasm between him and another person.

It feels... normal.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s not such a bad thing.

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Me after finishing a fic that clearly said "angst" at the beginning.

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I love how they look out for eachother

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Series MasterList

Summary - Sent an unsolicited dick pic from a man you went on a date with a few days ago, Jason Todd takes it upon himself to send one back. Unknowingly kickstarting the realisation that even though he’s your best friend, you can’t stop thinking about how big he is and how much your feelings have progressed since you first met.

Pairing - Jason Todd x Reader (Idiot Best Friends to Lovers)

Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Slow Burn - Nudes - Videos of Sexual Acts - Masturbation - Violence - Fluff - Angst - Comfort - Lots of Swearing - Casual Intimacy / Platonic Affection - So many Feelings! - Idiots to Lovers.

Notes - I never expected to get such an overwhelming positive reaction to these two idiots and I cannot thank you all enough for the support you’ve given throughout the series so far. Not all warnings have been added yet as I’m not finished with the series, but I will add them as I go along.

On-Going Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven 

Part Twelve - Coming Soon…

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TIME TO PLAY THE GAMEEEEEEEEEE

teaser for the Lin Lie Marvel Rivals fic

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björk : )

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im in love with these, dont u ever stop

Modern!Ahkmenrah x Reader Ship Meme (2, 10, 11)

Nobody asked, and that’s precisely why I’m doin’ it! 

2. What their love letters look like:

For such a socially awkward guy, Menny can be quite the motormouth. His mind works a mile a minute, and his mouth and hands can really only keep up with so much. As a result, it’s uncommon for you to really receive anything resembling a love letter written by hand: There’s just no way he can properly form the letters and words meant to articulate how much he cares for you and what beauty he sees in you if left to his own manual devices. Typing is faster and thus he’s able to get more out of himself before his intentions disappear into the ether of his mind. More, but not all.

Keep reading

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Halloween Party

Yes, this is a Josh x reader bit where Josh is dressed as a pharaoh (please imagine Rami Malek in NATM), because that's the outfit I went with. This also takes place in an au where the lodge drama never happened, so don't worry about that. Reminding everyone that my blog is 18+ and so is this post.

This was made possible by a request I got, so thank you so much and please don't stop sending in requests.

Word count: 3,3 k (unedited!)

“Sit still!” Ashley scolds as she draws my eyeliner. 

“Sorry!” I apologise, trying my best to hold my breath. Normally, I can do my own, but for tonight’s halloween party I needed a few extra details. I was dressed as no other person than Cleopatra herself. I thought about getting a wig, but Jess found some beautiful golden pearls to put in my hair instead. I loved them, feeling like royalty. I was adorned with gold, my head, hair, neck, arms and hands. A white loose dress was draped around me, leaving the midst open, so it looked like a two-piece. I loved it, even though I personally didn’t look like her, you could not mistake me for anyone else. 

“Aaaand there!” Ashley exclaims, pulling away and giving me time to breathe. She was dressed as Elizabeth Bennet. It may be hard to see if one hasn't read the book or seen any of the films, but she had put her hair up and covered it in white pearls. She was wearing a beautiful dress, though it only went a little below her thighs and not completely down. She was beautiful. I knew she’d planned on this for a long time, so I made some calls to Josh, forcing him to make Chris watch the movie. He didn’t even need to put the idea in his hand. Chris saw himself in the character, loving him and the simplicity of the costume. Yes, this was a set-up, and we made it happen. Maybe the love birds would finally take the hint and get down to business. We can only hope. 

I get up, looking at myself in the mirror. I was afraid that I would not look like myself, but that didn’t happen. I still look like me, as well as the queen. 

We make our way over to the Washington house, and it feels bigger than ever, even when it is filled to the brim with people. Ashley grabs my hand, leading me inside. We press past people, occasionally giving them a small ‘sorry’ or ‘excuse me’. Ashley knows where to go, and she’s quick to get me into the kitchen. We both make eye contact with Sam, who’s sitting on the counter, talking to a dashing-looking Chris. Ashley stops in her tracks, but I force her with me despite her protests. Luckily, she stops trashing as we get closer, probably to avoid a scene. 

“Hey guys!” I greet, finally getting up beside them. 

“Hey-” Chris starts, and his eyes flow to Ash, looking her up and down. They stand there for a while, gawking at each other, both of their faces blushed and bothered. I sit beside Sam, enjoying the show as they start asking questions. I turn to her, trying to figure out her costume. 

She’s wearing a completely black outfit, a gadget belt and beside her is a mask. She must be a spy of some sort. 

“Don’t you look pretty” she compliments, and I smile. 

“You’re quite spyci yourself” I give back, hoping she got the joke. She did, and starts laughing, hitting my arm and leaning down to the drinks. 

“Good one, want anything to drink?” 

“Please” I urge, looking around for anything. She mixes some different things, eventually handing me a red cup. I take a sip, grimaging of the strong content. 

“What is this?”

“Everything”

“You gave me everything?”

“You can’t throw it out, drink it quickly so you can’t taste it” she challenges, and I take it. I put the cup back up to my lips, taking a deep breath to get ready, before chugging it all down. The taste is awful, but the aftertaste is worse, and she quickly hands me a glass of water to get it all down. 

“I’m never taking a drink from you again” I comment. 

“Oh please, of course you’re gonna”

I look at her and she’s trying to hold in her laughter. Ashley and Chris are finally done with their talking, and walk over to us. 

“I was about to say-” Chris starts, and I hold my breath. Please don’t figure out the plan. 

“Are you coupling with Josh tonight?”

I look at him, confused. I hadn’t seen Josh tonight. Yet. 

“No? What, is he also Cleopatra or something?”

“Well no”

“Is he Caesar?” I ask, still confused. 

“Um, no”

“Then I think we’re not matching” 

“If you say so” he ends, putting his cup up to his face. I see a little smile on the edge of his lips, and when I look at Ashley, she puts her hand in front of her mouth, as if hiding something. Sam looks around, and hits my arm. 

“Well, I at least see one Greek over there” she points, and I follow her gaze. I see a guy, wearing something white with a belt and a gold olive-branch crown. He looked like one of those ancient Greek gods. And he looked really good, arms complimenting his costume perfectly. He was standing with Mike and Emily, who was wearing a couples costume. Batman and Batwoman. Fits them both quite well. 

“Hey!” Josh’s voice sounds, and I hear small snickers coming from Chris and Ashley. Sam puts her hand over her mouth, turning away so I can’t see her face. I look over, seeing Josh wearing a gorgeous pharaoh costume. He has a shoulder cape, large golden headwear and jewels. His stomach is exposed, and I can’t stop myself from looking at it, seeing the curves of what seems like vague, hidden muscles. 

He stops in his tracks, looking me up and down and pointing. 

“Copycat” he accuses in a funny tone, and I roll my eyes. 

“Are you Cleopatra?” I ask teasingly. 

“No, but… wait” he starts, his eyes glued to the gold pearls fastened in my loose hair. He turn over to Chris, pointing directly at him. 

“You planned this!” 

My eyes widen, and I look over at the culprit. 

“Hey, you can’t accuse us when you did the same!” Chris shouts back. Sam almost falls over from laughing. 

“You guys planned this?” I ask, wondering how the hell they managed that. 

“But this was my idea” both Josh and I say in unison, and we both look at each other. Everytime I look at him, my eyes wander to his neck, his exposed skin, and I can’t stop staring. Ashley is quick to answer our statement. 

“Remember that documentary I got you to watch some time ago? Well, Chris also showed Josh a movie… One thing led to another…” she trails off, and I manage to break out of my trance. 

“And your reasoning?” I continue. Sam’s still laughing, hanging onto me for dear life and drying away a tear. 

“Maybe we wanted you two to connect a little” Chris says, still proud of their accomplishment. I look over at Josh, who rolls his eyes at him. I get a slight pain in my chest. Hurt? Maybe. I’ve liked Josh for quite some time, and we’re friends, flirting friends, but he never takes the step it needs. I try to put all the signs out, and I know almost everybody knows at this point, but he still doesn’t do anything. I can’t imagine him wanting anything, as he’s never made moves other than his continuous normal flirting. Ashley has told me that he flirts differently with me, as if there’s something behind it, but I’ve never noticed. 

“Well” I start, getting off the counter. “I guess you failed” 

They all stop in their tracks, Josh looking at me surprisingly. 

“I see a Greek god over there who would probably be delighted by my presence, so I’ll bid you farewell” I point at the guy, who’s still making small talk with the others. I start walking, but Josh is quick to pull my arm, leading me a little away from the others. 

“Hey, you know, it’s just fun. Especially when you look like that” he says, whispering close to my face in quite a seductive tone. The previous alcohol is starting to make its way to my head, and I feel my cheeks redden from the closeness. Still, I feel mad. Why would they do this when he’s never made anything clear for me. For him, this is just fun, a fun coincidence and a chance to tease me, but for me, it’s humiliating. As if I’m about to show how desperate I am for him. 

“No it’s not, you’ve made it clear where you stand when it comes to me, and I’ve made my bed with it” I snap back, surprised by my own tone. His emotions switch, a mix of confusion and then, realisation. He gets it, that it’s not fun to joke about my feelings when I feel this way about him. 

“Okay, listen, this is not about that” he starts, but I put up my finger, stopping him. 

“Josh, I’m getting over you, and we can go back to normal after that, but don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be”

“No, no, no, I need you to listen to me” he says, but I get out of his grip, walking over to the guy. 

I touch his shoulder, making him turn around. The others notice, and Mike makes a whistling sound. 

“Well, hello there” I start, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He’s quite tall, and his bushy brown hair matches the gold on his head completely. He looks me up and down, staring a bit before answering. 

“Well, if it isn’t the queen herself” he murmurs in a slightly suggestive tone. 

It doesn’t take long for us to make conversation. He’s in some of Mike’s classes, and usually hang out and study together. I expected him to be kind of playboy-ish, because of his friend group, but seemed genuine and kind. I was actually kind of smitten, and it felt good to be enhanced with someone who seemed to have a genuine interest in me as well. 

The whole night we talked, danced and drank, sharing stories and talking about ourselves. As for now, we’re sitting on the sofa, his arm laid out on the cushion behind me. I turn a little, seeing Sam smiling at me, and Chris and Ashley in deep conversation. Beside them is known pharaoh leaning against the wall, cup to his face, staring intently. My cheeks automatically flush a little, and I turn back to the god beside me. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks, and I’m a little shocked by his suddenness. I smile. 

“We can go to a place which is a little more secluded” I try, giving him a teasing tone. His face lights up, and I feel something flutter in my chest. Butterflies. I take his hand, leading him through the crowd of people and up some stairs. The hallway here is empty, and he doesn’t waste time, pushing me against the wall and kissing me. I return it, but the butterflies don't grow. I feel content at best, a little excited, but not much. The sound of footsteps make both of us turn, his hands moving away from my body. Beside us stands Josh, a concerned look on his face. 

“Something has happened with Ashley, I’ll tell you everything, but you need to come with me” he says in a serious tone. My heart immediately falls, and I get scared. The guy comes forwards, whispering in my ear. 

“I’ll let you two talk, just ask Mike for my number” and he walks down again, giving a slight nod to Josh when passing. It doesn’t seem like Ashley to do something stupid, but I still take both of Josh’s hands in mine, urging him to tell me more. 

“Come on” he says, going further into the hallway, locking up the door which seems to be his room. 

“But, what about Ashley, what happened? Josh, tell me” I urge, the sinking feeling growing larger. He takes my hand, dragging me into the room, closing the door behind us. 

“You happened” he whispers, before slamming me against the door with brute force. Harder and quicker than the other guy. He goes on top of me, pins me with my hands over my head. Capturing my lips on his, he eats me up. It’s passionate, hard. My pulse shoots through the roof, and I can feel his rapid heartbeat on my chest. 

I push him off me, harshly. 

“Josh, what the hell?” I ask, body still hot and aching for his touch. 

“Ashley is okay” he answers, though not really an answer. 

“I think I got it” I snap back, like it wasn’t fucking obvious from what just happened. I continue, not bothering to wait for his explanation. 

“You flirt with me, all the time, I give you all the hints, everything. Even our friends contribute, which, for me, is fucking humiliating because you don’t do shit!” I scold. The building tension in my body finally giving out. My breath is out of order, but I can’t regulate it at this time, emotions coming over me. 

“Then, when I finally decide to move on, to take a step away, you barge in, giving me some fake excuse and take me into your room and…” I don’t know how to continue. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted him, but not like this. I want something real, not just some jealousy-fuck which will make him feel better about himself, encouraging his complexity. 

“I don’t want this” I blurt out, but he’s still silent, standing away from me. 

“I’ve always wanted something real, a connection and a relationship. I’m not interested in a one-time-fuck with you because of your insecurity issues” I continue, feeling some type of relief wash over me. He looks in my eyes with an expression I can't decipher. Longing? Regret? Anxiety? I take hold of the door handle, making my way out when I feel his hand on my wrist. 

“Will you finally let me talk before you barge out?” he asks, a vulnerable tone to his normally flirty and funny voice. My heart breaks a little for how out of character he makes himself. I turn back to him, sitting down on his bed. He sits down beside me, not bothering to look me in the eyes. 

“I’m sorry” he starts, taking my hand in his yet again, rubbing small circles over my knuckles. 

“I’ve been scared, you know, from all of this. Walking around the bush, never actually doing anything. I thought it would just happen naturally at some point”

“It rarely does-” I try, but he stops me. 

“And seeing you finally pull out it, the situation I mean, just made me realise that we can’t keep going like this, and if I truly want something to happen, I have to take the step” 

I look down, suddenly aware that our knees are touching. 

“I don’t want to be just another fuck for you Josh”

“You could never be that” 

I look up, seeing his eyes are already on me. He made the move before, maybe it’s my time now. I lean towards him, hand cupping his cheek and kiss him. It’s light, careful, and not at all rough. He deepens it, taking my hand from his face and around his neck. He takes hold of my thighs, getting me on top of him. Both of my hands start wandering through his hair, and one his arms goes to the back of my head, pulling me in tighter. I take off his crown, surprised by the weight of it and carefully put it on the nightstand. His hands wander to my exposed waist, fingers seeping under the fabric. 

Though our breathing is heavy, it’s still safe, comforting. I manage to completely relax in his arms, thriving from his touch. He moves his lips, kissing down my jaw and on my neck. I let out involuntary sweet sighs, and can feel him smirk against my skin. He starts biting and sucking, making me moan. There’ll definitely be dark marks on me tomorrow. I feel his bulge growing underneath me, and if as on command, I start grinding on him. He loses his rhythm, interrupting his assault on my neck with whines and groans. I take the opportunity to kiss down his neck, using my fingers to untie the cape, letting it fall off his shoulders. His upper body is stunning, and I stroke my fingers over every part of him, making him whimper. I try to memorise everything, his neck with my lips and his chest and shoulders with my arms. 

“Fuck, at this pace-” he starts, but is interrupted by a moan as I cup his bulge. 

He immediately grabs hand, pulling himself off my face and staring into my eyes. There’s something dark and sinister in them, and I feel myself get wetter from just the look. He turns us around, my back hitting the mattress harshly, losing my breath. He goes over me, kissing my neck and collar while untying my dress, leaving it on the floor. The only things left are my underwear, a matching set of white cotton lace to match the costume. His eyes fill with awe as he drags his hands over, fingers glazing the edge of the cotton. 

“Fucking hell” he whispers, hands going to my back and unclasping my bra. He immediately goes for the kill, leaning over me, pressing, grinding, holding and squeezing. A gasp escapes my lips to begin with, but it is soon followed by sounds I can’t control as his knee rubs my clit. 

“Josh I-” I begin, my warmth building up, getting all flustered and hot. 

“God, you’re beautiful” he whispers, leaving sweet kisses on my neck. He stands up, and the sudden lack of his warmth gets to me. I sit up on the bed, watching as he painfully slowly takes off his garments. It falls to his feet, leaving a sight of his bare naked body. I bite my bottom lip, seeing how huge he is. 

“You’re not wearing underwear” I say, a bit shocked and surprised. 

“Gotta stay true to the character, no?” he teases, leaning over me once again. His lips find mine as his cock rubs gently over my folds, coating itself in my spilled juices. 

“Do you want this?” he whispers against my ear, his hot breath going down my neck. 

“Yes Josh” 

“Tell me how much you want it”

“Please, I need you” 

I feel him push himself into me, filling me up and exhaling. 

“I love it when you beg for me” 

His praise goes straight to the core, and I moan out as he starts moving inside me. He leans on his arms, one going down to rub my clit, making me throw my head back in pleasure. He uses the opportunity to attack my neck, leaving bites and marks down to my chest. 

His pace quickens, and the sounds he makes turns me more and more on. I wouldn’t be surprised it was all sloppy and dripping right now. The knot in my stomach tightens, and I give a cry as pleasure washes over me. He keeps pumping, riding me through the orgasm before finally coming himself. He buries himself deep inside with a last thrust, and I feel him twitch and coat me. He falls down beside me, body sweaty and exhausted. I lean over, kissing him on his lips, and he returns it, draping his arm around me. I pull the covers over us, the coldness of the room finally reaching my sweaty skin. 

“You’re breathtaking” I whisper, and he laughs, pulling me closer in his embrace. 

“And you’re gorgeous” he says, drawing small patterns on my stomach with his fingers. I can still hear the loudness of the music and people’s voices from downstairs. 

“Should we go back down?”

“No, stay here” he pleads, holding me harder, scared that I’m gonna go. 

“Okay” I whisper back, leaning fully into him, and slowly falling asleep.

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i made another meme, this time with (some of) Rami’s roles

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Halloween Party

Yes, this is a Josh x reader bit where Josh is dressed as a pharaoh (please imagine Rami Malek in NATM), because that's the outfit I went with. This also takes place in an au where the lodge drama never happened, so don't worry about that. Reminding everyone that my blog is 18+ and so is this post.

This was made possible by a request I got, so thank you so much and please don't stop sending in requests.

Word count: 3,3 k (unedited!)

“Sit still!” Ashley scolds as she draws my eyeliner. 

“Sorry!” I apologise, trying my best to hold my breath. Normally, I can do my own, but for tonight’s halloween party I needed a few extra details. I was dressed as no other person than Cleopatra herself. I thought about getting a wig, but Jess found some beautiful golden pearls to put in my hair instead. I loved them, feeling like royalty. I was adorned with gold, my head, hair, neck, arms and hands. A white loose dress was draped around me, leaving the midst open, so it looked like a two-piece. I loved it, even though I personally didn’t look like her, you could not mistake me for anyone else. 

“Aaaand there!” Ashley exclaims, pulling away and giving me time to breathe. She was dressed as Elizabeth Bennet. It may be hard to see if one hasn't read the book or seen any of the films, but she had put her hair up and covered it in white pearls. She was wearing a beautiful dress, though it only went a little below her thighs and not completely down. She was beautiful. I knew she’d planned on this for a long time, so I made some calls to Josh, forcing him to make Chris watch the movie. He didn’t even need to put the idea in his hand. Chris saw himself in the character, loving him and the simplicity of the costume. Yes, this was a set-up, and we made it happen. Maybe the love birds would finally take the hint and get down to business. We can only hope. 

I get up, looking at myself in the mirror. I was afraid that I would not look like myself, but that didn’t happen. I still look like me, as well as the queen. 

We make our way over to the Washington house, and it feels bigger than ever, even when it is filled to the brim with people. Ashley grabs my hand, leading me inside. We press past people, occasionally giving them a small ‘sorry’ or ‘excuse me’. Ashley knows where to go, and she’s quick to get me into the kitchen. We both make eye contact with Sam, who’s sitting on the counter, talking to a dashing-looking Chris. Ashley stops in her tracks, but I force her with me despite her protests. Luckily, she stops trashing as we get closer, probably to avoid a scene. 

“Hey guys!” I greet, finally getting up beside them. 

“Hey-” Chris starts, and his eyes flow to Ash, looking her up and down. They stand there for a while, gawking at each other, both of their faces blushed and bothered. I sit beside Sam, enjoying the show as they start asking questions. I turn to her, trying to figure out her costume. 

She’s wearing a completely black outfit, a gadget belt and beside her is a mask. She must be a spy of some sort. 

“Don’t you look pretty” she compliments, and I smile. 

“You’re quite spyci yourself” I give back, hoping she got the joke. She did, and starts laughing, hitting my arm and leaning down to the drinks. 

“Good one, want anything to drink?” 

“Please” I urge, looking around for anything. She mixes some different things, eventually handing me a red cup. I take a sip, grimaging of the strong content. 

“What is this?”

“Everything”

“You gave me everything?”

“You can’t throw it out, drink it quickly so you can’t taste it” she challenges, and I take it. I put the cup back up to my lips, taking a deep breath to get ready, before chugging it all down. The taste is awful, but the aftertaste is worse, and she quickly hands me a glass of water to get it all down. 

“I’m never taking a drink from you again” I comment. 

“Oh please, of course you’re gonna”

I look at her and she’s trying to hold in her laughter. Ashley and Chris are finally done with their talking, and walk over to us. 

“I was about to say-” Chris starts, and I hold my breath. Please don’t figure out the plan. 

“Are you coupling with Josh tonight?”

I look at him, confused. I hadn’t seen Josh tonight. Yet. 

“No? What, is he also Cleopatra or something?”

“Well no”

“Is he Caesar?” I ask, still confused. 

“Um, no”

“Then I think we’re not matching” 

“If you say so” he ends, putting his cup up to his face. I see a little smile on the edge of his lips, and when I look at Ashley, she puts her hand in front of her mouth, as if hiding something. Sam looks around, and hits my arm. 

“Well, I at least see one Greek over there” she points, and I follow her gaze. I see a guy, wearing something white with a belt and a gold olive-branch crown. He looked like one of those ancient Greek gods. And he looked really good, arms complimenting his costume perfectly. He was standing with Mike and Emily, who was wearing a couples costume. Batman and Batwoman. Fits them both quite well. 

“Hey!” Josh’s voice sounds, and I hear small snickers coming from Chris and Ashley. Sam puts her hand over her mouth, turning away so I can’t see her face. I look over, seeing Josh wearing a gorgeous pharaoh costume. He has a shoulder cape, large golden headwear and jewels. His stomach is exposed, and I can’t stop myself from looking at it, seeing the curves of what seems like vague, hidden muscles. 

He stops in his tracks, looking me up and down and pointing. 

“Copycat” he accuses in a funny tone, and I roll my eyes. 

“Are you Cleopatra?” I ask teasingly. 

“No, but… wait” he starts, his eyes glued to the gold pearls fastened in my loose hair. He turn over to Chris, pointing directly at him. 

“You planned this!” 

My eyes widen, and I look over at the culprit. 

“Hey, you can’t accuse us when you did the same!” Chris shouts back. Sam almost falls over from laughing. 

“You guys planned this?” I ask, wondering how the hell they managed that. 

“But this was my idea” both Josh and I say in unison, and we both look at each other. Everytime I look at him, my eyes wander to his neck, his exposed skin, and I can’t stop staring. Ashley is quick to answer our statement. 

“Remember that documentary I got you to watch some time ago? Well, Chris also showed Josh a movie… One thing led to another…” she trails off, and I manage to break out of my trance. 

“And your reasoning?” I continue. Sam’s still laughing, hanging onto me for dear life and drying away a tear. 

“Maybe we wanted you two to connect a little” Chris says, still proud of their accomplishment. I look over at Josh, who rolls his eyes at him. I get a slight pain in my chest. Hurt? Maybe. I’ve liked Josh for quite some time, and we’re friends, flirting friends, but he never takes the step it needs. I try to put all the signs out, and I know almost everybody knows at this point, but he still doesn’t do anything. I can’t imagine him wanting anything, as he’s never made moves other than his continuous normal flirting. Ashley has told me that he flirts differently with me, as if there’s something behind it, but I’ve never noticed. 

“Well” I start, getting off the counter. “I guess you failed” 

They all stop in their tracks, Josh looking at me surprisingly. 

“I see a Greek god over there who would probably be delighted by my presence, so I’ll bid you farewell” I point at the guy, who’s still making small talk with the others. I start walking, but Josh is quick to pull my arm, leading me a little away from the others. 

“Hey, you know, it’s just fun. Especially when you look like that” he says, whispering close to my face in quite a seductive tone. The previous alcohol is starting to make its way to my head, and I feel my cheeks redden from the closeness. Still, I feel mad. Why would they do this when he’s never made anything clear for me. For him, this is just fun, a fun coincidence and a chance to tease me, but for me, it’s humiliating. As if I’m about to show how desperate I am for him. 

“No it’s not, you’ve made it clear where you stand when it comes to me, and I’ve made my bed with it” I snap back, surprised by my own tone. His emotions switch, a mix of confusion and then, realisation. He gets it, that it’s not fun to joke about my feelings when I feel this way about him. 

“Okay, listen, this is not about that” he starts, but I put up my finger, stopping him. 

“Josh, I’m getting over you, and we can go back to normal after that, but don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be”

“No, no, no, I need you to listen to me” he says, but I get out of his grip, walking over to the guy. 

I touch his shoulder, making him turn around. The others notice, and Mike makes a whistling sound. 

“Well, hello there” I start, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He’s quite tall, and his bushy brown hair matches the gold on his head completely. He looks me up and down, staring a bit before answering. 

“Well, if it isn’t the queen herself” he murmurs in a slightly suggestive tone. 

It doesn’t take long for us to make conversation. He’s in some of Mike’s classes, and usually hang out and study together. I expected him to be kind of playboy-ish, because of his friend group, but seemed genuine and kind. I was actually kind of smitten, and it felt good to be enhanced with someone who seemed to have a genuine interest in me as well. 

The whole night we talked, danced and drank, sharing stories and talking about ourselves. As for now, we’re sitting on the sofa, his arm laid out on the cushion behind me. I turn a little, seeing Sam smiling at me, and Chris and Ashley in deep conversation. Beside them is known pharaoh leaning against the wall, cup to his face, staring intently. My cheeks automatically flush a little, and I turn back to the god beside me. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks, and I’m a little shocked by his suddenness. I smile. 

“We can go to a place which is a little more secluded” I try, giving him a teasing tone. His face lights up, and I feel something flutter in my chest. Butterflies. I take his hand, leading him through the crowd of people and up some stairs. The hallway here is empty, and he doesn’t waste time, pushing me against the wall and kissing me. I return it, but the butterflies don't grow. I feel content at best, a little excited, but not much. The sound of footsteps make both of us turn, his hands moving away from my body. Beside us stands Josh, a concerned look on his face. 

“Something has happened with Ashley, I’ll tell you everything, but you need to come with me” he says in a serious tone. My heart immediately falls, and I get scared. The guy comes forwards, whispering in my ear. 

“I’ll let you two talk, just ask Mike for my number” and he walks down again, giving a slight nod to Josh when passing. It doesn’t seem like Ashley to do something stupid, but I still take both of Josh’s hands in mine, urging him to tell me more. 

“Come on” he says, going further into the hallway, locking up the door which seems to be his room. 

“But, what about Ashley, what happened? Josh, tell me” I urge, the sinking feeling growing larger. He takes my hand, dragging me into the room, closing the door behind us. 

“You happened” he whispers, before slamming me against the door with brute force. Harder and quicker than the other guy. He goes on top of me, pins me with my hands over my head. Capturing my lips on his, he eats me up. It’s passionate, hard. My pulse shoots through the roof, and I can feel his rapid heartbeat on my chest. 

I push him off me, harshly. 

“Josh, what the hell?” I ask, body still hot and aching for his touch. 

“Ashley is okay” he answers, though not really an answer. 

“I think I got it” I snap back, like it wasn’t fucking obvious from what just happened. I continue, not bothering to wait for his explanation. 

“You flirt with me, all the time, I give you all the hints, everything. Even our friends contribute, which, for me, is fucking humiliating because you don’t do shit!” I scold. The building tension in my body finally giving out. My breath is out of order, but I can’t regulate it at this time, emotions coming over me. 

“Then, when I finally decide to move on, to take a step away, you barge in, giving me some fake excuse and take me into your room and…” I don’t know how to continue. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted him, but not like this. I want something real, not just some jealousy-fuck which will make him feel better about himself, encouraging his complexity. 

“I don’t want this” I blurt out, but he’s still silent, standing away from me. 

“I’ve always wanted something real, a connection and a relationship. I’m not interested in a one-time-fuck with you because of your insecurity issues” I continue, feeling some type of relief wash over me. He looks in my eyes with an expression I can't decipher. Longing? Regret? Anxiety? I take hold of the door handle, making my way out when I feel his hand on my wrist. 

“Will you finally let me talk before you barge out?” he asks, a vulnerable tone to his normally flirty and funny voice. My heart breaks a little for how out of character he makes himself. I turn back to him, sitting down on his bed. He sits down beside me, not bothering to look me in the eyes. 

“I’m sorry” he starts, taking my hand in his yet again, rubbing small circles over my knuckles. 

“I’ve been scared, you know, from all of this. Walking around the bush, never actually doing anything. I thought it would just happen naturally at some point”

“It rarely does-” I try, but he stops me. 

“And seeing you finally pull out it, the situation I mean, just made me realise that we can’t keep going like this, and if I truly want something to happen, I have to take the step” 

I look down, suddenly aware that our knees are touching. 

“I don’t want to be just another fuck for you Josh”

“You could never be that” 

I look up, seeing his eyes are already on me. He made the move before, maybe it’s my time now. I lean towards him, hand cupping his cheek and kiss him. It’s light, careful, and not at all rough. He deepens it, taking my hand from his face and around his neck. He takes hold of my thighs, getting me on top of him. Both of my hands start wandering through his hair, and one his arms goes to the back of my head, pulling me in tighter. I take off his crown, surprised by the weight of it and carefully put it on the nightstand. His hands wander to my exposed waist, fingers seeping under the fabric. 

Though our breathing is heavy, it’s still safe, comforting. I manage to completely relax in his arms, thriving from his touch. He moves his lips, kissing down my jaw and on my neck. I let out involuntary sweet sighs, and can feel him smirk against my skin. He starts biting and sucking, making me moan. There’ll definitely be dark marks on me tomorrow. I feel his bulge growing underneath me, and if as on command, I start grinding on him. He loses his rhythm, interrupting his assault on my neck with whines and groans. I take the opportunity to kiss down his neck, using my fingers to untie the cape, letting it fall off his shoulders. His upper body is stunning, and I stroke my fingers over every part of him, making him whimper. I try to memorise everything, his neck with my lips and his chest and shoulders with my arms. 

“Fuck, at this pace-” he starts, but is interrupted by a moan as I cup his bulge. 

He immediately grabs hand, pulling himself off my face and staring into my eyes. There’s something dark and sinister in them, and I feel myself get wetter from just the look. He turns us around, my back hitting the mattress harshly, losing my breath. He goes over me, kissing my neck and collar while untying my dress, leaving it on the floor. The only things left are my underwear, a matching set of white cotton lace to match the costume. His eyes fill with awe as he drags his hands over, fingers glazing the edge of the cotton. 

“Fucking hell” he whispers, hands going to my back and unclasping my bra. He immediately goes for the kill, leaning over me, pressing, grinding, holding and squeezing. A gasp escapes my lips to begin with, but it is soon followed by sounds I can’t control as his knee rubs my clit. 

“Josh I-” I begin, my warmth building up, getting all flustered and hot. 

“God, you’re beautiful” he whispers, leaving sweet kisses on my neck. He stands up, and the sudden lack of his warmth gets to me. I sit up on the bed, watching as he painfully slowly takes off his garments. It falls to his feet, leaving a sight of his bare naked body. I bite my bottom lip, seeing how huge he is. 

“You’re not wearing underwear” I say, a bit shocked and surprised. 

“Gotta stay true to the character, no?” he teases, leaning over me once again. His lips find mine as his cock rubs gently over my folds, coating itself in my spilled juices. 

“Do you want this?” he whispers against my ear, his hot breath going down my neck. 

“Yes Josh” 

“Tell me how much you want it”

“Please, I need you” 

I feel him push himself into me, filling me up and exhaling. 

“I love it when you beg for me” 

His praise goes straight to the core, and I moan out as he starts moving inside me. He leans on his arms, one going down to rub my clit, making me throw my head back in pleasure. He uses the opportunity to attack my neck, leaving bites and marks down to my chest. 

His pace quickens, and the sounds he makes turns me more and more on. I wouldn’t be surprised it was all sloppy and dripping right now. The knot in my stomach tightens, and I give a cry as pleasure washes over me. He keeps pumping, riding me through the orgasm before finally coming himself. He buries himself deep inside with a last thrust, and I feel him twitch and coat me. He falls down beside me, body sweaty and exhausted. I lean over, kissing him on his lips, and he returns it, draping his arm around me. I pull the covers over us, the coldness of the room finally reaching my sweaty skin. 

“You’re breathtaking” I whisper, and he laughs, pulling me closer in his embrace. 

“And you’re gorgeous” he says, drawing small patterns on my stomach with his fingers. I can still hear the loudness of the music and people’s voices from downstairs. 

“Should we go back down?”

“No, stay here” he pleads, holding me harder, scared that I’m gonna go. 

“Okay” I whisper back, leaning fully into him, and slowly falling asleep.

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happy 27 august from Hatsune Miku

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miku as a lil gummy snack?

trolli, yupi, haribo

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Nationality Mikus are going around so here’s mine

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does my trash miku count as a miku from my culture-

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latvian miku 🇱🇻