#(im gonna drop it here though and really just say)

[namelessprince]

ok all the characters i have figured out for dsmpd au below the cut:

ranboo as the wisperer

tubbo, quackity, and fundy as the rest of the pd

sam as the mentor

tommy as ashe

techno as mark

phil as Dead Wife(best friend in this au lol)

the egg as overlord (B.A.D. militia more like bad's militia)

dream as mal

ok now random characters ive thrown in different places:

schlatt as david bell (seriously considered making him origami)

purpled as cantrip

sapnap as doug

karl as professor cross

wilbur as lightspeed but with wordsmiths powers

puffy, foolish, eret, and callahan as the rest of watch (callahan is like their bacon man. in a way <3)

connor as le frog but hes literally just c!connor. that guy is always in situations

george as clarence bcus lol

and ofcourse. slime as fartbo

[mina-org]

part one - part two - part three (you're here!) - part four - part five- six

simon can't believe how far hes fallen.

Lurking outside high street underwear shops, stealing your phone, worst of all? He’s sipping tea in an overpriced coffee shop, you used to always want to meet him in the place opposite but he didn’t fancy a public indecency charge so he’d let you sit there for while, order drinks for the two of you and wait, when his tea turned told and yours had been drank you usually got a text saying to come over, he didn’t feel like going into town.

Your not even with him explaining that matcha is actually really good and he should try it, no your fawning over johnny and he’s watching his bird. He hopes this is rock bottom but he feels like it’s not.

"lass if I dinnae know better, I'd think ya' was avoiding me" his playful tone doesnt hide the hurt, he wants you to feel bad for ghosting him, and you do. Johnnys never been mean. Never mistreated you, why are you punishing him for Simon’s mistakes?

"im sorry, I know you and simon are close but he really did number on me and I just, I just don't wanna risk bumping into him." he can praticularly smell the the anxiety coming off you.

"Aye he’s been going mad, wants his wee bird back." Johnny says feigning sadness for his mate. in honestly Johnny was enjoying it, you were talking to him, looking at him, while simon gawked at you two from across the road.

you laugh, "no he wants a warm hole." you blurt out, causing Johnny to laugh, he expecting you to cry or something but not be that blunt.

“Lass hes just nae used to-” johnny tries to defend him but you cut him off, frustrated, you were what? a decade younger and knew how to treat people well.

“Used to what? He’s 40.” You snap back, Simon was old enough to know better.

“He’s nae 40 yet hen, and he’s not used to tiptoeing, ya know?” He laughs at you adding years to him, he’s sure Simon is seething but he can’t quite make out his expression

“Tiptoeing?” You question. You can accuse Simon of a lot of stuff but tiptoeing? Not fucking one of them, if stomping on people was an Olympic sport he’d be bringing home a gold medal.

“Yeah like your so sensitive lass and he’s nae really used to it.” Johnny says simply and when your face drops he knows his choice of words could maybe use some work especially when you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

Johnny cant help himself. he can see simon through the window, sipping on his tea as he watches this little pre date. So he calls him up, simon was saying earlier he misses that pretty voice well he actually complained about how much you used to talk at him and how the peace and quiet was actually nice.

However Johnnys an expert in simonisms and that means he miss you and wants you to come back to him, he gets the same treatment, they all do. telling him to be quiet.

when you rejoin the table his phone is face or screen down, speaker pointing towards you, next to a another drink for you.

How sweet of him:)

"had to keep ya here somehow," he explained as he asked how you were doing, you had left the flat so defeated. He hated to see a pretty girl so sad.

his eyes seemingly look pass you though, getting lost out the window. Usually he was attentive maybe he didn’t want to slag off Simon, but he keeps pushing, asking how you’re feeling, what you’ve been doing and though his eyes drift back to the window but you can ignore it, for now.

"I don't know,“ you stare into the drink you stir it, the ice clinking against the glass. “It just hurt and I feel so stupid.” It’s practically a whisper, you look like a kicked puppy and Johnny, Johnny’s staring out the window with a smirk on his face. Does he find it funny? Is he gonna tell Simon? Why would you slag off Simon to his best mate?

Anxiety starts to bubble, and you just wanna leave before you embarrass yourself anymore.

Your gaze follows his out the window, now you don’t have binoculars but that looks a little like Simon, weird. It would look too weird if you were to pull out your phone and zoom in with the camera. You start to feel for your phone but it’s not in your pocket, you must’ve slipped it into one of the bags.

“Johnny do you have the time?” You ask softly and before he can react, you’re flipping over his phone and greeted by Simon’s caller ID. What the fuck?

“Johnny what the fuck? “

“Lass-“ johnny doesn’t have time to concoct a lie, your up and glaring down at him, he’d never seen you angry but it was hot, he just wished it was in different, more come backable circumstances.

“No johnny what the fuck, has Simon been on the phone this entire time?” Your voice cracks and your lips tremble, embarrassed you opened up to him, Simon’s best fucking mate, embarrassed Simon knew how much he hurt

“No I don’t give a shit Simon can go fuck himself and so can you” you cut him off again, he can choke on whatever he was gonna say.

Before johnny can ask for his coffee in a to go cup you’re out the door, rushing home, tears stinging at your eyes once again. You just want to sprint home once you hear johnny belt out your name and you speed up, darting down an alleyway.

You wipe your tears before colliding into a wall you swore wasn’t there on the walk into town, a fleshy, human wall.

Its Simon.

Once again! How perfect .

taglist: @skeletonsucker @supernova2205 @wh0re4-alexademi @grr457 @gh0st-spid3r @sweetlittleblackrose @aceywaycy @mooievis @theadultoedge @cheese-pull @imtherain

[jaeyunnz]

Tasting temptations

jake + f¡reader — ♡

WARNINGS — dom!jake, reader¡sub, riding him while he's eating, hair pulling, grinding, raw sex (stay safe, don't do it.) he calls her slut once, praising and pet names.

Note : my first post on here, i hope i did good! i haven't wrote in a while, i just got back into it — (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) this is proofread !!!!

It was a normal night, jake just got home from work and made himself a quick meal, ramen. He was in the living room, sitting on the couch with his bowl of ramen on the coffee table, eating quietly. Jake is oblivious to how needy you've been feeling lately, especially with him rarely home. You slowly made your way over to the living room, standing infront of him which causes him to lift his head up, looking up at you with wide eyes and still chewing on his food.

"hey baby. you want some?" He lifts up his bowl to you and you nod. "come sit with me baby." He pats the empty space next to him, but instead of doing that you settled on his lap. Jake lets out a quiet groan, placing the bowl back on the table and props his hands on your hips. Your arms immediately going around his neck as you lean in to place small kisses on his collbarbone which is showing due to his black tanktop.

Jake lets out a soft sigh, caressing your back with small circles. Your kisses trailing up to his neck now, gently nibbling at his skin. "mm?... whats this about?" He chuckles a bit and you raise your head up to look at him, locking eyecontact for a moment. "What do you mean?" you say quietly. He raises an eyebrow, replying back with, "i dunno... you just seem... intense?" he searches for your eyes once more, tilting his head.

"Really? Well im... fine." he looks unamused but grabs his bowl, continuing to slurp up his noodles. The heat beneath you guys becomes evident, and you unintentionally move your hips for more friction. Jake lets out a soft grunt, causing him to slightly choke on his noodles. "b...baby what are you doing?-" your now practically humping his thigh slowly like a dog in heat. He swallows hard on his food, his lips slightly parting as he watches you.

"fuck- baby hold on..." hes trying to regain his composure while your panting heavily, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Mmph... jake i need you." He gulps, letting out a soft whimper as you swirl your hips around his lap causing his body to tremble slightly. "need me... for what, baby?" he murmurs, voice breathy and eyes wide with realization. he swallows hard, his cock already twitching in his sweatpants at your sensual movements. "...ohhh..."

Jake takes another bite out of his ramen, he's trying to eat and finish up faster but its hard when your moving on his lap. "baby let me just finish eating real quick-" Its too late though, your already fondling with his belt, in a desperate attempt to undo it. He doesn't stop you, instead he watches, the food being forgotten.

Once you finally undo his belt, you throw it aside, working on his zipper now. You notice the tent in his pants, and he slightly jerks his hips upward. "fuck baby..." You glance at him, tugging his pants down to his hips before asking, "You gonna finish eating or no? Because i wont wait." He takes another bite out of his noodles with shakey hands, he's halfway done but with you literally stripping him, he keeps getting distracted. "im trying y'know. but its hard when your...-" At this point your desperate so you just pull his boxers down.

His aching cock finally springs free. His hands are so shakey he can barely grip on the chopsticks to continue eating. "I forgot how big you are..." you say, causing his cock to twitch. You then slide your hand down, fingertips tracing the slim and long base. He arches his back, almost dropping the bowl. "ahh... fuckk..." he moans out, struggling to say coherent words. "Im barely touching you." Your hand finally wraps around the veiny shaft, his hips snapping upwards in desperation for more of your touch. "So sensitive..."

You stroke his length up and down a few times while he bites his lower lip to surpress a moan. "sit on it please h...hahhh.." he mumbles, barely audible before moving the bowl aside. He hasnt finished eating but at this point he doesnt care, he needs you. Finally, you shove down your shorts and panties, he watches as you do so and immediately goes to grab your ass. He lifts his hips up slightly, the tip rubbing against your bare slit which causes you to gasp and throw your head back. "Ahh jake..." gripping onto his shoulders, you finally sink down onto his length, only halfway though since he's big.

"fuck babygirl!" he moans out loudly, digging his nails into your hips. Your body is already shaking but you havent even taken it all yet. "shit your so tight..." his words made your eyes roll back, and with one swift movement you finally sink all the way down, taking every inch of him. You let out a loud moan that echoes around the living room, jakes mouth is slightly opened from the pleasure of being inside of you almost too much. After a few seconds of adjusting to his size, you slowly start moving up and down on his cock.

Jake tilts his head back against the couch, his hand on the small of your back. "So big-..." you whine out, gripping tightly on his shoulders for leverage as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock wildy. The quiet room being filled with nothing but skin slapping against skin.

"Ahhhh... ohhh..." is all that came out of your mouth. "princess... your riding it like a pro," He breathes out. Your lost in pleasure, whimpering and moaning loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "F...fuck jake, it feels so-..." his large hands wrap around your waist, helping you keep up with your pace on his cock. "yeah?... yeah it feels good baby?" He says with shakey breaths in between, "fuckkk yeah... your riding my cock stupid arent you slut? cant speak huh?" His dirty talk just makes your whole body tremble, almost completely losing it. "please... dont stop baby..."

You move your hips in a circle motion, his length plunging so deep inside of you it feels like your in ecstasy. His thick cock splitting your pussy open and stretching your inner walls to the limit. "J..jake i might-" you get cut off when you feel him slam his hips upward, bucking his hips wildly causing a loud scream of pleasure to come out of your mouth. He leans forward, sucking a hickey into the soft flesh of your neck as he continues to ruthlessly pump his cock in and out of your sopping wet pussy. Slightly pulling your hair back.

"what was that babygirl?" He grunts out, chuckling softly, "I... im gonna cum!" Your voice is high pitched as he holds you in place, bouncing you aggressively on his shaft. "cum for me princess..." and with that, you reached your climax, cumming hard on his dick. Jake's cock was pulsing violently inside you. "fuck yeah..." He lets out a loud, animalistic grunt as he starts to cum, his hot load erupting deep inside your pussy in thick, powerful spurts. "FUCK!" He shouts in pleasure, his head falling back against the couch as you collapse ontop of him.

The both of you are breathless for a few moments before you speak up quietly, "Was it good?" Jake pants heavily, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. "damn near broke my dick it was so good..." He kisses your throat, his hands roaming back down to grab your thighs and caress them softly. "shit, i love you princess," He whispers softly into your ear. "I love you too baby," you reply.

💘: ok i ended up writing a bit more than intended!!!! Anyways i hope this was good AHH💕

[crimeboys]

had a vision earlier of ctechno sitting on the porch of his house in the arctic with a loaded crossbow alert and ready and tommy comes up and techno aims it at him on instinct and tommy is like I JUST CAME TO WISH YOU A HAPPY EASTER YOU FUCKING FREAK I THOUGHT WE COULD SPLIT A CHOCOLATE EGG AND FIGHT ABOUT RELIGION WHAT'S WITH THE CROSSBOW DICKHEAD and techno lowers the cross bow and is like Oh tommy what's up. Myyyy bad i thought you were the easter bunny. and tommy's like YOU THOUGHT. YOU THOUGHT WHAT? and techno's like Yeahhh that guy comes and leaves eggs everywhere and wrecks my framerates. Every single year. But I'm ready for him this time. and tommy's gobstopped and goes TECHNOBLADE. TECHNOBLADE HINESTLY ANSWER ME HERE. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE EASTER BUNNY? and techno's like I believe what i see and what i see are EGGS and DROPPED FRAMERATES, Tommy. and tommy's like OKAY EVEN IF THE EASTER BUNNY WAS REAL WHICH IS FUCKING ABSURD BY THE WAY ARE YOU HONESTLY GONNA SHOOT HIM MAN? COULDNT YOU JUST PICK UP THE EGGS LIKE A MAN? and techno's like Nah tommy that's how they GET YOU man. He's gonna go to your house and lag out your world and now it's YOUR problem? Not to mention, absent father of the year over there. and tommy's like I JUST DONT THINK HE'S REAL, TECHNOBLADE. and techno goes Yeah that's what phil said about santa and look how that went. and tommy stares at him in horror and shouts DID YOU KILL SANTA CLAUS, TECHNOBLADE? and technoblade shrugs and says Those elves were not bein paid properly AND i heard through the grapevine santa was stealin more than milk and cookies AND he gave me coal insteada Wither skulls. and while tommy stares on in horror the sound of munching on a carrot comes up behind him and technoblade raises his crossbow and shoots and wilbur screams and drops his carrot and tommy yells FIRST SANTA CLAUS THEN THE EASTER BUNNY NOW FUCKING WILBUR, TECHNOBLADE? and techno goes Well it's not my fault he was actin like the easter bunny. and wilbur goes "EATING? EATING A FUCKING CARROT IS ACTING LIKE THE EASTER BUNNY? WAIT ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL THE FUCKING EASTER BUNNY?" and techno reloads his crossbow and goes Ohhh my god im not goin over this again. and tommy goes WIL HE'S FUCKING CRAZY HE THINKS THE EASTER BUNNY'S REAL AND WANTS TO SHOOT HIM. BECAUSE OF LAG. and wilbur scratches at his neck and is like "um to be fair the easter bunny is real. though i dont know why you'd want to shoot him he's literally nice" and tommy's like YOU HAVE GOT TO BE HAVING A LAUGH. and wilbur's like "HE'S A NICE GUY MAN I DUNNO" and techno's like Okay then why does he keep laggin out my are. and wilbur goes "MAYBE IT'S THE 100 FUCKING MOBS YOU KEEP. IT'S NOT EVEN EASTER MAN" and techno's like Heh? and tommy's like WOT. and wilbur goes "easter was yesterday." and tommy goes NO THAT WAS 4/20 I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER BECAUSE WE GOT RANBOO REALLY HIGH TO SCARE HIM.

okay i just found this draft from the day after easter. the entire end joke was going to be that wilbur knows the easter bunny is real is bc they shared one beautiful night together. hope you enjoyed.

[tracksidebaby]

Was It Real?

Summary: Despite having millions of followers, a handful of albums and a PR team, the fans don't know much about your private life, something that your PR team thinks is a negative. Lando's problem is quite the opposite, the fans know too much about his life and his outings, his playboy image not doing wonders for his reputation. The solution to both problems? Fake dating.

Twitter /

Instagram /

liked by: lando, username1 and 52,202 others

ynsings: my heart!! this was the best tour of my life! You made it so perfect, thank you to everyone of you that came! i love you!

username18: get in the studio now

username91: im sobbing, best night ever

username32: anyone else notice lando in the likes

| username12: probably means nothing...right 👀

| username19: pls we all know lando sleeps around, it means nothing

ynhq: what a show

Instagram /

liked by: mclaren, dannyricciardo and 81,203 others

lando: no reason

username72: oh this man is down bad

danielricciardo: no reason, my ass

| username12: what do you know

| username42: exposed

username54: anyone notice yn isn't in the likes though

username21: ok but im here for the pop queen x f1 driver ship

carlossainz55: slide 3 is interesting, no?

| username83: tell us what you know

username91: there's no way this isn't for yn

username36: okay sir, who are you trying to impress

| username75: im certainly impressed

Instagram /

liked by: lando, carlossainz55 and 83,123 others

ynsings: it was the laugh for me

username91: there is no way that's not lando right

| username57: it HAS to be

| username34: im not buying it

| username98: i ship it !!

username12: lando lando lando lando

username53: when i pull up to a 'who can like yn's post the quickest' competition but lando norris is already there

lando: 🧡

| username54: screaming

username32: ok but the caption, why is nobody talking about that

| username19: right the caption alone makes it obvious it's lando 😭

username23: the party boy and the reserved pop star, yeah im sat

carlossainz55: does this mean free tickets to the next concert? rebecca's birthday is soon

Instagram /

liked by: mclaren, carlossainz55, ynsings and 75,429 others

lando: got everything I need. Except her in the paddock

username72: i love them your honour

username 82: not lando getting p1 and mouthing 'for you' at the camera 😭😭😭😭

username: 30: as if people believe this

| username 20: right, its obviously a stunt

username 62: pr or not, that smile is real

ynsings: wish i could've been there to see you win 🧡

| mclaren: throwing the to do list away, the only important thing is getting you paddock passes !!!

| username 37: admin gets it

| username 60: imagine the celebration when shes there omg

| usernanme 13: not a want but a need

mclaren: double podium for the papaya boys

carlossainz55: i wish she was there too, you're sulky without her

| username 71: carlos is really just here to expose lando and i love it

Instagram /

liked by: lando, iamrebeccad, carlossainz55 and 98,082 others

ynsings: i don't ever tell you how i really feel, cause i can't find the words to say what i mean

username43: oh we are not ready for this one

username 19: SHES CRYING?!?! LANDO COUNT YOUR DAYS

| username 6: girl chill, we all know track nines are always emotional

username 47: omg lando songs !!!

username 4: this new era is gonna kill us

lando: im scared to ask which songs are about me

| username 5: lando panicking rn

| username 9: bro doesn't even know if he's done anything wrong and he'll be getting flowers sent her way

| username 23: the beauty and the downside of dating a singer, you're their muse

lando: the studio looks good on you. so does that hoodie.

iamrebbecad: angel, i am ready

username 37: need it rn actually

username 24: drop it

liked by lando, iamrebeccad and 89,192 others

ynsings: told him i'd only come if he podiumed

lando: that one was just for you, baby

| ynsings: does that mean i get to keep the trophy

| mclaren: no but it is an open invitation for you to visit us at MTC

| username 4: how is this the first time they're actually interacting with each other online

| username 3: fr yn usually just likes and swipes 😭

username 91: THE DRESS

username 23: he got p1 just for her, im sobbing

Instagram /

liked by: ynsings, mclaren and 82,329 others

lando: starting to think you're my good luck charm, @/ynsings

username: she has to come to every race

username: the way he runs straight to her after a win

username: p1 baby!!!

username: my parents

username: if they ever break up love isn't real

ynsings: i might just have to stick around then

| lando: sounds like a plan 🧡

Instagram /

liked by iamrebeccad, maxfewtrell and 101,324 others

ynsings: fuck, this ones gonna hurt

username: we are NOT surviving this new album

username: tell me my mom and dad didn't break up

maxfewtrell: idiots

| username: WOW

| username: max 😭

| username: damn max so public

username: oh i dont like this

username: this is the first time in six months im here before lando, i dont like it

iamrebeccad: here for you, angel

username: whats happening rn

username: dont do this to us

PART TWO HERE (girlies don't hate me for the two parter, i ran out of uploads! im publishing at the same time as this! i got you!)

[ifwdominicfike]

chicken tenders

“the best part of my day is when i get to see you naked.”

summary - chris has been stressing this entire week, meetings have piled up while also trying to maintain filming and keep up with his brand. all he wants right now is to see you.

switch!chris x switch!reader

you were on chris’ mind the second he woke up, he hadn’t seen you in about a week due to his busy schedule. he was growing frustrated, mentally and sexually, he would call you here and there to ask how your day was but he wasn’t really listening.

he was too lost in the sound of your tired voice from your long day as you told him what was going on, letting out small hums to let you know he was “listening”.

(flashback to yesterday..)

“and so thats when i tell her that- chris are you okay?” you had heard a soft whine from the other line “y-yeah m’fine, k-keep going ma. m’listening don’t worry..” his face turning red from almost getting caught, hand still wrapped around his cock waiting for you to continue your story ��oh ok.. well anyways-“

“o-oh fuck!” he groaned, forgetting you could still hear him. “chris are you-?” you giggle “please ma, n-need you so bad baby.. haven’t been able to see you in so- fuck! so long” he lets out a shaky breath as his hand never stops its movement.

“yeah? need me that bad you’re willing to jerk off to my voice thinking i wouldn’t notice? you’re pathetic chris”

thats what got him, the degrading words pushing him over the edge. all that can be heard from his end is small cries and whimpers with your name thrown in between “fuck. y-you’re killing me baby, can’t wait to see you..”

(present day)

chris was excited for today, some of his meetings got pushed back a couple of days ahead which gave him some time to see you. not right now though, he still had to go to the warehouse to sign cards that were gonna be put in merch drops and still had a meeting or two to attend.

on the way there though he was fairly quiet, usually being his energetic self he would be blasting music throughout the whole car or picking on either matt or nick just because he was bored. “kid you there? hellooo!!” matt said waving his hand in front of chris’ face as they stopped at the red light. “what- matt get your fucking hand away from me dickhead” he pushes his hand away and scoffs “i was trying to ask you something, fucking idiot” matt said, clearly irritated.

“well what? im listening now.” chris grumbled “chris whats your problem? you’ve been acting like a moron this whole week” nick chimes in “probably cause he hasn’t seen his girl all week, s’that it chris?” matt says chuckling while the car starts moving once more.

“kid shut the fuck up already.” chris’ voice is now stern and serious “ooh that must be it” nick says laughing “can you both seriously stop talking, you’re fucking annoying.” he snaps at both of them.

“okay whatever kid just fix whatever the fuck you got going on there, m’not tryna have you moping around with us all day.” matt stated before pulling in to park.

chris was never known to be patient, always eager to have have what he wanted immediately. so when in the middle of a meeting he got a text from you he obviously opened it, not knowing that it was a photo of you in a white lingerie set with a following text saying “need you so bad baby :(“ he excused himself to the restroom and instantly called you.

you pick up immediately with a cheesy smile across your face “hey love!” your voice filled with innocence like you didn’t just get him hard in front of everyone. “y/n cut it out, im serious, right now isn’t a good time sweetheart” he said trying to keep his composure.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about baby, m’not doing anything..” you giggle “ma, please. just give me another hour and im all yours. please.” the desperation in his voice makes your thighs clench in need.

“well what if i want you now, you know i don’t like waiting” you let out a soft sigh, your hand begins to trail down to where you’re aching most. “y/n i swear if you’re doing what i think you are right now.” “don’t act like you don’t like it chris, bet you’re so hard right now, hm?”

“i’ll be there in a hour and if you keep up with this attitude you’re not coming at all tonight.” your thighs clench even more at his daring words. “ugh you’re no fun baby” you groan as he hangs up the phone.

he made his way back as matt and nick look at him annoyed, the meeting was already over and they were just sitting there waiting for chris. “do i have something on me? whats up?” he says checking his clothes and fixing his hair “you had us sitting here for forever, stupid fuck” nick says getting up “yeah whatever kid, are we leaving or not?” he makes his way out not waiting for the two behind him “kid walked out like he’s the one driving” matt said, making nick giggle.

the three were on the way home from a long day, matt was yawning every chance he got and nick was already asleep in the back, chris on the other hand though had a huge grin formed on his face.

“matt can you drop me off at y/n’s?” chris said looking over at his brother “yeah sure” he said with laugh following after “what are you laughing at?” chris said confused “nothing, just knew that was why you were acting like a baby today” “yeah whatever dickhead, just turn right here”

you hear a knock at the door, then suddenly your phone goes off, a text from chris. “im here ma” you smile and go to open the door, the second its slightly open chris barges in pinning you against the wall kissing you like he’ll never get to see you again.

he kicks the door closed and locks its before wrapping his arms around your waist, you can feel him through the rough material of his baggy jeans. fuck.

before you could even tell him something he has you over his shoulder in a tight grip before making his way to your room “someones eager” you say with a giggle.

“can’t believe you, sending me that picture in the middle of my meeting, such a fucking tease baby.” he pins you down to the bed, settled right between your legs before trailing his hands up your shirt (his shirt)..

finally shuffling you out of your clothes so you’re in nothing but that pretty lace from earlier, the tension between you two is making your stomach tighten and between your thighs wet.

him being fully clothed while you’re basically bare under him makes your head spin, wanting to see more of him you begin to play with the bottom of his shirt. “please chris, wanna see you..” you whine “yeah sweetheart? go ahead then, take it off” he smirks as you start to slip his shirt off, running your nails down his chest you feel him shiver. “watch it ma.” he warns as your hands go down further to his prominent bulge poking through his jeans.

“i need you so bad baby..”

“poor girl, so fucking desperate for m’cock.” the sound of his belt buckle clinking and his jeans ruffling off is the only thing consuming the silence between you two, he finally removes the only thing keeping you from seeing all of him and you can’t help but gawk at him. “got nothing to say now, huh? you know starin’ is rude mama.”

you roll your eyes and wrap your hand around him, stroking him at a teasingly slow pace. “just admiring you baby, y’so big..” you bite your lip and look at him through your lashes. “you’re so good fuck-“ he groans while fucking back into your hand, small whimpers leaving his lips encourage you to speed up.

“yeah? look at you.. fucking into my hand, y’that desperate?” your thumb smears the pre-cum around him, your lips make their way to his tip giving him small kisses.

“please-please mama” his hips begin to slowly move, trying to force more of himself in your mouth. quiet whines can be heard as you feel his heavy hands settle on the back of your head, you smirk and sit up before he can take things further.

“n-no baby please! i.. i wont touch you o-or anything-“ next thing he knows you’re on top of him and his back is against the headboard. “you need me that bad? look at you about to cry, all because you need to cum. fucking pathetic.” your voice harsh as you settle down on his lap, your hand caressing his rose tinted cheeks while he continues to squirm underneath you.

you lift your hips and begin to sink down onto him, a quiet hiss leaves your lips from the stretch — you grip onto his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“shit-” chris’ grip on your hips tightens as he guides you further down onto him, your whines now being muffled as you dig your face into his neck.

“chris.. f-fuck”

“what’s wrong now pretty girl, what happened to that attitude you had a couple of minutes ago huh..?” his condescending tone making you squirm as you rock your hips trying to get some relief. your lips travel down his neck leaving open mouth kisses and bites the further down you go, drunk on the way his hands grip your waist and the way he feels inside you.

“j-just fuck me chris! ple-please” those words alone gives him all he needs to start thrusting up inside you, his tight hold on you lifting you up slightly. “c’mon pretty girl, cant let me do all the work yeah..” he teases you as his other hand comes up to grip onto your jaw, making you look directly at him.

you start to bounce up and down, your moans growing louder by the second each time you slam down onto him. chris wasn’t so quiet either — loud grunts and groans can be heard from him as mumbles of your name and praises leaves his mouth.

“good fucking girl ma, doin’ such a good job f’me sweetheart- fuck!”

your pace starts to slow down, the burning in your thighs starts to get too much for you. you make your way up to his neck once more, leaving your mark in various places that he will for sure see in the morning. the thought of the red and purple splotches traced around his neck and collarbones makes you clench around him.

your movements are barely doing anything by now, leaving chris to do all the work as you get closer and closer to coming. “always makin’ me do all the fucking work huh? greedy brat. always getting whatever she wants isn’t that right?” he taunts as he flips you two around, your legs on his shoulders as he starts fucking into you faster and harder.

“o-oh shit! fuc-fuck me chris please, m’so close baby please!” your babbles becoming incoherent as he hits that spot deep inside you that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. “go ahead mama, come for me. take this dick ma, s’all yours.”

legs shaking as he continues to fuck into you, your hands grip his curls and bring him down to a sloppy kiss. needing to feel him in any kind of way what so ever, you pull back to let out a loud moan as you clamp down on him and release all over his cock. “theree ya’ go mama, goodd girl. my beautiful girl look at youu” he praises.

his groans getting louder tells you he’s close, trying his best not to come before you. he always made sure you came before him, in his words “gotta make my girl feel good.”

“where you want it ma?” “i-inside baby please!” he groans one last time as he feels you clench around him and that was his breaking point, he cums inside you with a proud smile slapped across his face.

his thrusts slow down as you both come down from the high, he starts to pull out before he hears you wince. “you good ma? did i hurt you-“ “no no baby m’fine just- a little sensitive” you give him a tired smile as you lay your head back feeling like you could fall asleep any second now “i fucked you that good then huh?” his smirk making you roll your eyes and throw the nearest pillow at him.

“chris if were not in that shower in the next 2 seconds you’re sleeping on the couch i swear to-” you say joking (half joking) “ok ok damn no need to get all bossy w’me ma, c’mon lets get you up” he’s now off the bed as he picks you up holding you like a baby. “you’re washing my hair i hope you know that” you tell him with a smile.

“yes i know that, when have i not?” he says confused as he smiles at you half asleep in his arms “my sweet girl, i love you so much” are his last words before walking into the bathroom.

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

i finallyyy finished this fic omg. i hope you guys like it!! i love bringing dominic fike into any conversation i can. i feel like i could’ve wrote more but i had no real fics for chris.. anyways byee i love youu ᥫ᭡ !!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @submattenthusiast @chrissv4mp @ellaapsworld @jetaimevous @mattsbrowser @55sturn

[oureddie]

is anyone else's brain just one big

what do we need him for? what's your problem man. what are we measuring here buck. you can have my back any day. i love kids. i love this one. they weren't my type. i thought you just dressed alike. buck gave me a heads up. does this boy crush on eddie mean you're finally ready to move on from abby. uh, you should meet his kid, though. i can see the pollen. i can hear it. ooooOOOOooo you made him cry. you dont find it son, you make it. you two have an adorable son. why are you in hospital jail. i got you. dear buck you are an awesome firefighter love christopher. GET UP your life isn't over just bc you arent a firefighter anymore. says the firefighter. there's nobody in this world that i trust with my son more than you. BECAUSE YOU'RE EXHAUSTING. did you ever stop and think for a minute what that could do to US. a total impulse buy, not like you at all. c'mon eddie if you're not gonna be honest with frank at least be honest with me. i could still take you. you think so? i know. wanna go for the title? uhhhh this is eddie's house im not really a guest. just wait until he gets to the 'i dont have to do what you tell me' phase. aren't you still in that phase. you hungry? wanna grab a bite after we drop him? weeeee have visitors cap. eddie!!!!!no!!!!!nonononnonoedddie!!!! CLAWS AT THE GROUND. you wanna do a rope rescue??? of course you do. i mean that wont happen to US. to abby. his fiance is ABBY. welp. at least it's not a tsunami. hey man you might want to talk to your kid about playing fair. buck can we go to your house and play video games. uhhhh sorry kid i think we might be kicking it old school for a while. he's on the phone with dr. copeland, emergency therapy session. what do you have to apologize for? did you say anything that wasn't true? yeah she's worried about me *drop kicks a punching bag* yeah can't imagine why. i had to do it. i know you did. trauma bag? yup. sorry whhaaaatttt was that? check. do you ever replay a conversation in your head and worry you sound like an idiot? have you met me. it's like the universe is scREAMING at you and you refuse to listen. the universe does not scream. am i interrupting book club. you're late. there was construction on sunset. had to take a detour. buck. buck you have to help chris is- right here. you sure that's a smile? that's the same face buck makes when he's gassy. but just be sure that you're following YOUR heart. *gets sniped* eddie- eddie i need you to hang on. are you hurt? where's buck? he's got a harder job tonight. the team feels off without eddie. he doing okay? better than me. i kind of lost it when i told him you got shot. hey since we've got a minute... uh is everything alright. it got me thinking. what would happen if i hadnt. so i went to my attorney and changed my will. so someday, if i uh, didn't make it, christopher would be taken care of. by you. don't you need my consent. my attorney said you could refuse. but you know i wouldn't. but you knew i wouldn't. because evAN. you act like you're expendable. but you're wrong. good idea. eddie really shouldn't be exerting himself right now. this isn't me an eddie bagging a turkey in south pasadena. he takes christopher there all the time, got the place memorized. my kid loves her. is that enough. ice goes on the eye bud. *gets kidnapped and held hostage together* my abuela would eat this up. she loves a good telenovela. oh cuz uhhh you don't? i know you watch them with christopher. that's how we practice our spanish. look man you don't need to pretend with me. buck you need to move on, i have. eddie get away from the door im coming in. what are you afraid of. that im never gonna feel normal again. buck already took him to school, figured you could use the sleep. chris drew this? uh, that one's mine i misunderstood the assignment. cuz he got the help he needed, and that started with you. i just wish i could- fix it? yeah. what are you offering? right now? bobby's famous lasagna. buck, you dont even have a couch. bUUUUCK where the hell are you going. you can live without a

spleen- right? she's gonna be ok. how did the age of absolutely turn into alfalfa smoothies? give me one second let me grab eddie. YO. i dont know. feels weird to congratulate him. alright cowbody go get em. BUCK!!!!! do more! i just feel like she sees me. sorry about this. yeah it's gonna suck. uh hey do you have any plans for the weekend? i was thinking about go-karting, place in the desert, supposed to be a blast. welcome back to the world of the living buck. you were missed. actually i was kind of hoping you would. i just dont want him to uh- end up like me? you didn't end up like you. hey cap, need a lift? you took the chevelle? how'd you talk him into this he always says no to me. like sea monkeys! in fact, i havent been able to uhhhh yeah since i found out. yeah. well i uhhh wish i could help with that! this doesn't change a thing between us. i thought you couldn't bring a date to a bachelor party. UBBBEEERRR!!!! we don't need a key we're firefighters. he's crockett he's tubbs. actually im crockett and HE'S tubbs. eddie who's kim. does that poor woman know she's a dead ringer for your ex wife. oh eddie. what you always do. talk to him. i dont wanna break down the door buck i want him to open it. well uh, he probably won't. ok well why does it have to be me? you're the fastest runner. we beat the bees! im guessing it's probably an allergic reaction of some kind. to what bad juju? you owe me five bucks eddie. i never watched glee. give it back im serious. we know you're serious that's what scares us. whatareyoulookinateddiehehehe. he knows how to stay, unlike some people. yup, i am freddie fakeman, you would do that for me? you and for christopher. mmmmm like it's nothing. it's not nothing. look i know this whole thing between us has been messy and hard. you do matter to me. i know. eddie would never do anything illegal eddie has a silver star!! you're his dad. he doesn't have a mom. if you don't damage him who will? dad up!! sorry i had to go to the airport to pick up this one. said i was gonna get groceries. it's fine. doesn't seem fine. the trials and tribulations of evan buckley. a tragedy in 97 acts. you've been spiraling since the funeral and nobody knows how to talk to you about it. i don't know buck i wasn't there. eddie- jerk. airport and texas are not the same. they don't even have the same amount of letters. heard some dick was being mean to you, thought you could use a little cheering up

or is that just me rn

[coupsiedaisee]

the devil that he is | a companion | c.sc

pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader genre: smut, just pwp warnings: kissing, mentions of alcohol, uses of daddy and good girl, oral, unprotected sex, creampie wordcount: 1.8k a/n: because @hannieween demanded it, here it is, a companion piece to pulse. please go and give that a read first if u can, though i don't think its necessary to understand the smut in this lmao (v don't get it in ur head that if u start demanding more ill write more this was an exception!!!!) Im really quite new to smut and not that great so pls let me know what u liked what u didn't like etc etc. uwu ily all, pls enjoy!

You're cuddled into Seungcheol's chest, sitting on his lap, eyes closed as you listen to the steady beat of your boyfriends's heart. He'd pulled the blanket up to cover you fully and was now rubbing soft circles into your waist.

Seungcheol presses a soft kiss on your cheek, smoothing your hair away from your face, "Are you tired baby?"

"No," you murmur.

Seungcheol's fingers pause, "Do you want to have some more fun?"

You look up at him, "Here?" Again?

"No not here, love," he chuckles.

"Then where?" Not that it mattered. Though you couldn't voice it in the open living room, you were feeling extremely unsatisfied from before.

He raises an eyebrow, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes ," you whisper. Anticipation of what he has planned makes your race.

Suddenly, you feel a cool sticky liquid seep onto your legs through the thin blanket. The liquid slides down your ass.

You throw the the blanket off you, "What—"

"Oh shit, sorry!" says Seungcheol. You see him holding an empty Corona bottle upside down , looking less like he was sorry, and more like a cat who caught the canary. He sets the bottle aside an hooks an arm under your legs, lifting you off his lap bridal style.

"Shua, I spilled beer on us and the couch, I'm gonna go grab some of your clothes to change into!" Seungcheol yells behind him as he carries you up the stairs, setting you down when he gets to a door. He opens the door and pushes you through it, locking it behind him once he's through.

There's a queen bed in the middle of the room with a thick grey comforter, and matching grey pillows. A guitar leans against the wall in the corner, a small shelf with a record player and vinyls next to it. Recognition lights your eyes and you whip around smacking Seungcheol in the chest. "Seungcheol!" Smack! "This is Josh's room!"

"Yeah, it is," Seungcheol's got a cheeky glint in his eye.

Your jaw drops and you smack him again, "We are not doing anything in here! I thought you were taking me to the bathroom." A fresh new blush blooms on your cheeks as heat rushes to your face.

"You want me to take you back downstairs to the bathroom?" Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, smirk growing and eyes darkening. He grabs you by the back of you neck, pulling you towards him, and using his other hand to slide up under you skirt to fondle an ass cheek. Your hands stay on his chest as his hot breath fans over your face, "Do you want everyone to hear the beautiful sounds you're about to make when I fuck you?"

You close your eyes and shudder, imagining people's eyes as they follow you and Seungcheol going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. Imagining Seungcheol bending you over the counter so you can watch him in the mirror as he rails you from behind. The way your loud moans would reverberate off the bathroom walls and echo down the hallways to the living room, kitchen, and game room.

Seungcheol tightens the grip on your ass, "Oh, you do, don't you baby?" His face is so close your noses touch, but he doesn't close the distance between your lips. "You want everyone to hear how filthy you actually are, my shy shy girl." You clench you fingers around the fabric of his polo, and nod the faintest of nods. "I need to hear you baby. Do you or do you not want everyone to hear how drunk you are for Daddy's cock?"

You whine, nodding and grazing your lips against Seungcheol's. He tightens the hold on you neck, holding you back, "Words, babygirl."

"I-I want, you t-to—" You stumble over the words, still too shy to verbalize what you need from your boyfriend.

"We're not going anywhere until you can say it, babygirl," Seungcheol murmurs, moving his hand to cup your jaw.

You swallow before trying again, keeping your voice steady, "I want you to fuck me."

"And," he rubs his thumb back and forth on your cheek.

"And?" You falter, looking into his deep brown eyes.

"And, you know what else." He goads you on.

"A-and," You think . Then, you understand and, your thighs rubs against each other on their own accord, seeking friction. "I want everyone to hear," you whisper.

Seungcheol is unrelentless though, the devil that he is. "Hear what, baby?"

You whine and try to lean over to catch his lips with yours.

"Come on," he takes his hand off your ass to smooth your hair out of your face, using the hand on your jaw to force you to look at him. "Say it and I'll give you exactly what you want." Your eyes glaze over at that.

"I want everyone to he-ar," you voice cracks but you keep on, "how filthy I am for Daddy's cock." You wince at how needy your voice sounds.

Seungcheol presses the sweetest, softest, kiss to your lips and smiles at you, "Good girl. Now, that wasn't so hard baby, was it?"

His hands are warm against your cheek and you shyly shake your head no. He pats your cheek, "Go get on the bed, love."

You go to sit on the end of Joshua's bed, perhaps a little too giddy as the bed bounces a little from your weight. Seungcheol follows close behind, unbuttoning his jeans, not once taking his eyes off of you. "Take your shirt off for me, and your skirt," he says, and you don't hestitate for a second to take them off. Seungcheol mirrors you, pulling his polo over his head and stepping out of jeans, leaving him in just his tight black boxer briefs.

His hard cock strains agaisnt the tight fabric and you wonder if he feels just as needy as you are right now. Unable to decipher the look on Seungcheol's face, you decide it resembles something akin to a lion waiting to pounce on a gazelle. He licks his lips, looking down on your nearly naked body.

"For me?" his voice is gruff. Oh, your lingerie set. You'd almost forgotten about it. Deep red and lacey. Bra barely covering the swell of your breasts and panties already ruined from earlier.

You nod, chewing on your lip before asking in a small voice, "Do you like it?"

Seungcheol groans, running a hand through his hair, muttering, "You're gonna be the death of me."

He brings a hand up to up one of your breasts, thumb running over the top. You shiver in anticipation when his thumb grazes your skin.

It doesn't take even a second before Seungcheol's got you on you back against the bed, attacking your throat with kisses. You'll take that as a yes.

You snake a hand up into his hair, fingers tangling into his soft strands, giving it a tug when he mouths at the sensitive spot right under your jaw.

Seungcheol pushes a hand up under your bra and you let out a breathy moan when he swipes over a pert nipple. Your hips buck up into him, craving friction, and he grinds his clothed hard cock over your clothed cunt.

Seungcheol kisses down your neck, and your chest, lower and lower, until he reaches your soaked panties. He rips them off, tossing them into an unknown corner of the room, and uses his hands to spread your legs apart, holding them down firmly at your thighs.

Your breath hitches when you feel Seungcheol lick a fat, wet stripe up your cunt. But he doesn't give you a chance you even think about it, instead attacking your pussy with his mouth, switching between licking at it and sucking your clit. Your head rolls back in pleasure, and any move to grind against his face is halted by his firm hold on your thighs.

"Seungcheol," you whimper, as he sucks roughly at your clit. You pull on his hair, biting back a moan as pleasure builds within you. You need more.

Seungcheol lifts his head, your arousal dripping down his chin. He looks smug at how much you've come undone on just his tongue alone.

He leans up to kiss you, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself. You moan into his mouth and he ruts agaisnt you. You grind up against him, or at least try to, with his hands still firmly holding you down. "Seungcheol," you whine, "I need you."

Seungcheol groans again, nipping at your bottom lip. He sits up on his knees, still situated between your legs, and pulls out his cock. It's hard and leaking so much pre-cum out its red tip. You nearly drool at the sight.

He rubs his cock against your entrance, letting your arousal smear all over it, and with no preamble, starts to push in.

You gasp at the feeling of his girthy cock slowly stretching you out, "Seungcheol." With one final push, he bottoms out, and god have you never felt so full.

Seungcheol leans down to kiss you and then he starts to move. Slow and languid at first but faster as he starts rocking his hips against yours.

He grunts with every snap of his hips and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand to hide your moans.

"Baby," Seungcheol's breathing hard, but so are you, "Baby, don't cover your mouth, let them hear you." At that, your pussy clenches around Seungcheol's cock, and Seungcheol stalls for a moment, letting out a choked, "Oh my god."

You slip out your own sweet little cry as Seungcheol picks his pace back up, your orgasm starting to build. Seungcheol moves his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing circles on it. "Come for me baby, cum all over Daddy's cock, yeah?"

You let out one final echoing moan as your orgasm comes crashing down around you, Seungcheol following after you with a quick fuck fuck fuck. You whimper from pleasure as you feel Seungcheol fill you up with his cum, the excess leaking out and down your leg onto the bed.

There's a knock on the door, and you both freeze. A moment. And then another knock, this one sounding more hesitant.

"Yeah?" Seungcheol yells, voice raspy.

Another moment, then a pained voice softly floats through the door, Dino, "Um, the guys told me to tell you that we can hear you? And, uh, Shua says to burn the sheets before you come back down?" There's a incomprehensible yell. "Um, actually he says don't come down just—I'm not telling them that!" There's more yelling and Dino sighs, "He would like you two to unkindly jump out the window please."

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[hereforuconnwbb]

Foul Play - Chapter 1

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 4.2k

warning: language

hey guyssss heres a new series im starting (unless it's ass and i wanna delete it and not do it anymore)😭 yes ik i havent finished 'the study of us' yet but i will do it eventually !! but anyways this is series is basically js paige transferring to uconn from sc for her fifth year eligibility and azzi is apart of the uconn women's soccer team. nth really special in this first chapter but this is gonna be an enemies to friends to lovers series !! anyways i hope its good enough otherwise imma js delete it BSHASHAHSBA anywayssss hope u guys enjoy !! 🫶🏽

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“BREAKING: NCAA CHAMPION PAIGE BUECKERS TRANSFERS TO UCONN FOR 5TH YEAR”

The words flashed across every tv screen in the uconn athletics facility, bold and glowing like someone had set fire to the sports world. On social media, the reactions ranged from stunned emojis to full-on chaos in the comments. Everyone had something to say. ESPN reposted it within seconds. Bleacher report added an edit with Paige’s highlights from South Carolina which had a halfcourt buzzer-beater, a no-look assist, a chase-down block. Comments flooded in. “uconn is stacked now.” “why didn’t she just go pro ?” “this is insane.” “huskies r winning it all this szn.”

Azzi ? She barely glanced at the screen.

Her cleats scuffed against the turf as she paced toward the goal during a water break, twisting her hair into a tighter bun. The girls around her, though ? You’d think God had just descended onto campus.

“Bro. Paige Bueckers. Here. At our school. That’s fucking wild,” said sophomore winger Angel. She was leaned up against the goalpost, grinning at her phone.

“Deadass. Like… she’s literally the face of women’s basketball,” Destiny added, eyes wide, her thumb hovering over her screen like she couldn’t believe what she was reading. “I thought she was gonna go pro for sure.”

Across the field, a group of freshmen huddled in a noisy pack near the bleachers. They were loud, obnoxious, and painfully obvious.

“Oh my god, she’s so hot. Have you seen her arms ?” one of them squealed.

“Wait, wait—look at this video,” chimed in another. “She dropped thirty on lsu last year with a sprained ankle. That’s like… fucking mythical.”

“Her eyes are literally blue like ice water,” said another.

Azzi rolled her eyes as she jogged toward the group, water bottle in hand. She caught Caroline and Kaitlyn stretching near midfield, overhearing everything too. Caroline looked like she was already over it. Kaitlyn had that smirk which was half amused, half irritated.

“You guys gonna start foaming at the mouth or what ?” Azzi called out, mostly to mess with them.

“Can you blame them ?” Kaitlyn shot back, straightening up and brushing turf pellets from her knee. “It’s Paige fucking Bueckers.”

“Who ?” Azzi asked flatly, wiping her face with her forearm.

Caroline let out a dramatic gasp. “Don’t embarrass us like that. You really don’t know who that is ?”

“Should I ?” Azzi asked, deadpan. She wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, it just wasn’t her world. She only watched basketball when Marcus played. And even then, she barely paid attention unless he was on the court and made a 3 or yelled her name from the bench.

Caroline gasped. “Dude, she won 2 nattys with SC. She torched every team in the bracket. People call her the next DT. She’s been in Nike campaigns. She was literally on the fucking cover of slam.”

“She’s a walking highlight reel,” Kaitlyn added. “Smart, unbothered, stone-cold on the court. And lowkey ? Too good for this school.”

Azzi squinted up at the clouds. “So why’d she transfer ?”

“No one knows,” Caroline said with a shrug. “Rumours are she had beef with the South Carolina staff, which I’m pretty sure they cleared that rumour. Some people say it’s about the w draft timing. Or nil stuff.”

“Whatever it is, we just got a legend,” Kaitlyn said, then leaned closer. “And we finally have someone on campus who isn’t Marcus Reed.”

Azzi blinked. “You’re not a Marcus fan now ?”

Caroline scoffed. “Az, you know we love you. But your man’s a walking turnover with a midrange game from hell.”

“He’s got no court vision,” Kaitlyn added with a snort. “If he passes to a teammate, it’s by accident. Even Paige’s high school mixtape looks way better than his best college game.”

Azzi held back a laugh. “You guys are haters.”

“We’re just honest,” Caroline said sweetly, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “And if Marcus knew anything about passing, he’d pass you the ball once in a while.”

Azzi didn’t answer. She wasn’t about to start defending him—not here, not to them. Marcus was complicated. Her boyfriend, sure. But lately, he’d been so far up his own ass about the upcoming season that he barely asked about her own games.

Back across the field, the group of freshmen were still going off.

“I’d let her cross me up and dunk on my soul,” one sighed dramatically.

“Bro ion even think she dunks,” another laughed.

“She could dunk on my heart tho,” 

Azzi shook her head and looked toward the facility across campus, where the basketball players would be later on. Where the blue-eyed transfer apparently was going to be.

“Hope she knows what she’s walking into,” Caroline muttered beside her, watching the frenzy.

Kaitlyn grinned. “She doesn’t. Not yet.”

Azzi smirked. “You guys sound obsessed.”

“We are,” Caroline said simply. “Because Paige Bueckers ? She’s that bitch.”

And just like that, the season had officially changed. No one knew what was really coming.

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Azzi was walking back to her dorm, airpods in, shin guards shoved halfway into her backpack, still sweating from drills.

She rounded the path toward the side entrance of her building, swiping sweat off her brow, when she nearly crashed straight into someone dragging a suitcase and a duffel bag up the kerb.

“Shit—watch it,” the girl muttered, stepping back just before their shoulders clipped.

Azzi blinked. “Maybe don’t take up the whole sidewalk.”

The blonde looked up, jaw tense, her eyes a piercing, icy blue and had that unmistakable air of someone who didn’t give a single fuck.

“Didn’t realize I needed a permit to exist here,” the girl said flatly.

Azzi took out one earbud. “You always this friendly, or is it just me ?”

The girl scoffed, not even looking at her as she yanked her suitcase over the edge of the path. “You ran into me. But sure, let’s make it my fault. That tracks.”

Azzi folded her arms, her temper flickering to life. “Ok, relax. It’s not that deep.”

“Right. God forbid I mess up your little jog home.” The girl finally looked her full in the face, and there was nothing kind about her stare. “You done ?”

Azzi raised a brow. “With what ? Existing near your suitcase ?”

“You sound real proud of that attitude for someone who can’t walk in a straight line.”

Azzi blinked, then actually laughed—sharp and humourless. “Ok, what’s your deal ?”

“You tell me,” the blonde fired back. “You act like you own the sidewalk and then pick a fight when someone doesn’t roll over for you.”

Azzi stepped forward. “I didn’t pick anything. You’ve got a whole attitude like you’re too good to be here.”

“I am,” she said, voice cool and even.

Azzi stared. “Geez. You’re dead serious.”

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes, taking her in now—tall, loose-limbed, unimpressed. Her hoodie said UConn Women’s Basketball, and something clicked in her brain.

“No way,” she muttered. “Wait—are you Paige ?”

The girl looked at her like it was none of her business. “Depends. Are you someone important ?”

Azzi’s jaw locked. “No. Just someone who lives here. Someone who goes here. Unlike you, apparently.”

“Congrats.” Paige said it like a punchline, shifting her bag over her shoulder. “Now if you’re done measuring your ego, I’ve got shit to do.”

Azzi stepped in front of her, blocking the door. “You know, I don’t care who you are. Transfer, champion, whatever. You’re not the only one who works their ass off here.”

Paige didn’t flinch. “Cute speech. Maybe you should save it for someone who asked.”

The silence was tight, electric.

“You’ve got a hell of a mouth for someone who just got here,” Azzi said.

“And you’ve got a hell of an ego for someone I’ve never heard of,” Paige shot back.

Azzi’s eyes narrowed. “Go to hell.”

Paige brushed past her, barely glancing back. “Already been. uconn’s just the next stop.”

The door slammed behind her with a sharp bang.

Azzi stood there for a second, stunned, jaw clenched. Her heart was still racing. She didn’t even know why. All she knew was 1 thing for sure:

She hated her.

And Paige ? She hadn’t even bothered to ask her name.

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Paige let the door slam shut behind her, the echo bouncing off bare dorm walls as she dropped her stuff with a thud. The room smelled like fresh paint and cheap pine cleaner, and everything about it felt unfamiliar, too clean, too quiet. New school, new room, same weight on her shoulders. Fifth year. Whole different battlefield.

She hadn’t even made it inside for 5 minutes before someone knocked.

“Paige ! Open up, it’s me,” came a voice from the other side.

She yanked the door open, still annoyed, and there was Aubrey, grinning like her whole day had just been made.

“Hey,” Aubrey said, practically bouncing. “Word is the women’s soccer team is already foaming at the mouth over you.”

Paige rolled her eyes, stepping aside. “Great. Can’t wait.”

Aubrey tossed her bag onto the chair and laughed. “Nah, I’m serious. Apparently half of them were drooling during practice.”

“Geez bruh,” Paige muttered, walking over to the bed and dropping onto it. “I already had one of them come at me outside just now.”

Aubrey blinked. “Wait, for real ?”

Paige nodded, pushing her hair back, still annoyed. “Yea. She almost ran into me, then acted like it was my fault. Got all up in my face like she was better than me.”

Aubrey’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god. Was she like kinda your height but a lil shorter ? Body is fit ? High bun? Brown eyes ? Tan skin ?”

Paige looked at her like she was psychic. “Sure. I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention to her biography.”

“That was Azzi,” Aubrey said, like it was obvious. “She’s like their golden girl.”

Paige scoffed. “Well their golden girl’s got a stick up her ass.”

Aubrey snorted. “What’d you say to her ?”

Paige leaned back against the wall, smirking despite herself. “Told her I’ve already been to hell. UConn’s just the next stop.”

Aubrey howled. “You’re such a menace.”

“She started it,” Paige said dryly. “Came at me like I owed her rent for walking near the building.”

Aubrey shook her head, still grinning. “God, this school is not ready for you.”

Paige stretched her legs out, her tone cooling again. “I’m not here to be liked. I’m here to win. That’s it.”

“Yea, well… you might end up doing both,” Aubrey said, eyes gleaming. “KK’s been pacing around like it’s christmas morning. Ice nearly jumped out the damn window when she saw your locker.”

Paige let out a short laugh. “At least somebody’s normal.”

Aubrey nodded. “Speaking of not normal—practice today’s a joint one.”

Paige sat up. “With who ?”

“The guys.”

“Fucking hell,” Paige muttered, dragging a hand down her face. “You deadass ?”

“Yea. You good with that ?”

Paige didn’t answer right away. Her jaw clenched, then loosened. “Whatever. I’ll survive.”

Aubrey gave her a long look but didn’t push it. Paige appreciated that.

“Anyway,” she said, heading for the door, “next time you run into Azzi, try not to murder each other.”

Paige smirked without humor. “No promises.”

Once she was alone again, Paige leaned back against the mattress, her arms folded behind her head, eyes on the ceiling. She wasn’t here to make friends. She didn’t need them. 

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The walk to the basketball facility was quiet, and full of muscle memory Paige hadn’t realized she still carried. Same bounce in her step. Duffel slung low on her shoulder. Same pre-practice tension tingling in her limbs. Only this time, she wasn’t wearing gamecock colours. She was now a Husky. 

The doors to the facility swung open automatically, a blast of cool air hitting her flushed cheeks as she stepped in and that’s when she saw him.

Marcus Reed.

He was walking in from the opposite side lot, headphones around his neck, gym bag slung low, hoodie bunched around his elbows. His jaw tensed the second their eyes locked across the lobby.

Fucking perfect.

Paige didn’t look away. Didn’t blink. Just kept walking. And of course, he slowed his steps, timing it perfectly so they hit the entrance hallway at the exact same moment.

“Wow,” Marcus said, voice dry and low. “Look what the fucking wind dragged in.”

Paige smiled tightly, not stopping. “I could say the same about you.”

Marcus huffed a laugh, stepping sideways to block her path just before the double doors to the gym. “Still acting like you’re better than everybody, huh ?”

“I am better than you,” Paige shot back. “Always have been.”

He scoffed, stepping even closer. “Yea ? Then why you here ? Coulda gone pro. But nah you just had to crawl to uconn for more attention, huh ?”

Paige’s jaw twitched. “You think I give a fuck about your little theories ?”

“I think you’re desperate. Washed up, maybe,” Marcus said, leaning in like he wanted her to flinch. “You ain’t special anymore, Bueckers. You’re old news.”

“Right,” Paige said, biting down a bitter smile. “That why your dumbass still riding the bench half the season ? You’re so busy tryna be Steph, but you shoot like Shaq.”

That wiped the smirk off his face fast.

He stepped in again, voice lower, angrier. “You’ve always had a fucking mouth on you.”

Paige didn’t back down. “And you’ve always had your dick in someone else’s girl.”

His face hardened.

There it was.

Years of buried shit, shoved under their old Hopkins jerseys, under the fake smiles at aau tournaments, under all the “yo, that’s my bro” posts and inside jokes.

All gone the second she found out he was sneaking around with her now ex-girl. Back when they were both still dumb enough to think that kind of betrayal could stay secret forever.

“You still salty over that ?” he said, fake-casual. “That was senior year.”

“You were supposed to be my fucking bestfriend.”

He shrugged. “She wanted me, not you. Don’t be mad at me cause you couldn’t keep her.”

Paige’s fists clenched before she even realized it. Her jaw locked so tight it made her temples throb.

“God, you’re such a fucking fuckwit,” she muttered.

“And you’re still a soft bitch who thinks rings make you untouchable.”

Paige stepped into his space now, just enough to make his smug mask falter. Her voice dropped into something colder, flatter, dead calm.

“If I ever catch you talking shit about me again, I swear to God, I will embarrass you so bad that they’ll take your name off the fucking roster.”

Marcus didn’t move. His jaw ticked. There was a flicker of something under the arrogance, maybe fear, maybe regret, maybe just plain ego getting bruised.

But he didn’t say anything.

Paige pushed past him, shoulder brushing his as she walked through the doors without another word.

Behind her, the air hung thick with everything they didn’t say. The broken trust. The years of silence. The scars that still stung.

Paige pushed through the doors of the locker room, her jaw still tight, fists still flexing like they hadn’t quite come down from the urge to swing.

Aubrey looked up from tying her laces, immediately catching the heat radiating off her. “Yo… wassup witchu ?”

“Nothing,” Paige muttered, voice sharp, heading straight to her locker.

Aubrey narrowed her eyes, standing up. “You sure ? You look like you’re ready to square up.”

Paige tossed her bag down, and started changing without looking up. “I said it’s nothing.”

“Mhm sure,” Aubrey said, dragging it out. “Nothing usually doesn’t make someone look like they’re seconds away from homicide.”

“I’m fine.”

Aubrey didn’t believe her but she knew better than to push when Paige’s voice got that tight. She gave her a small nod, grabbed her water bottle, and let it drop.

Minutes later, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside the locker room, followed by Geno’s voice booming through the corridor.

“Let��s go, ladies ! We’ve got a packed schedule and apparently, this is a historic day. So try not to trip over your egos on the way out.”

Laughter rippled through the room and the girls started filing out. Paige took a slow breath and followed, pulling her hoodie over her head, hair slicked back tight, expression tighter.

The men' s team was already warming up on the opposite end of the court. Paige clocked Marcus immediately but he wasn’t looking at her, but she could feel the weight of his ego lingering in the room like smoke.

“Alright, alright !” Geno clapped once and the entire group settled. “Since most of you already know what today is… for the two of you that don’t, it’s the start of the new pre-season, and yes, we’re doing something different this year.”

His eyes scanned the group until they landed on Paige. “This is Paige Bueckers, if any of you have been living under a rock. Two-time national champ, former naismith winner, first team all-american, and the newest addition to our team for her redshirt year. So treat her with respect, or don’t she’ll make you pay for it either way.”

There were a few low whistles, excited chatter from the sidelines. KK let out a whoop, Ice bumped fists with Paige.

Paige nodded once, silent, jaw still ticked tight. Geno continued like nothing was off.

“Today’s session is a combined run-through with the men’s team. Team-building, chemistry, a lil scrimmage. You know the drill. Play hard, play smart, don’t break each other’s ankles. And if I see any dumbass drama, I’m making you run suicides until your lungs give out.”

A few groans echoed, but everyone got into position.

Paige took her spot at the top of the key, dribbling lightly, just warming up. Her eyes flicked toward Marcus once, then back to the ball. Nothing else existed now. Not the tension. Not the history. Just the court.

“Let’s go,” she muttered under her breath, locking in.

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Both the teams were now mingled on the court, paired off for a coed scrimmage, jerseys flipped inside out to indicate teams.

Paige barely listened to the instructions. She didn’t need to. She’d run a thousand scrimmages like this, and it was all muscle memory by now. All that mattered was that Marcus was on the other team. And he was guarding her.

Of course he was.

Aubrey caught her eye as they lined up at center court. “You good ?”

“Never better,” Paige muttered, jaw tight.

The ball went up. The scrimmage started.

From the first play, Paige was already locked in. She caught the outlet pass, weaved through the defenders like she was floating, and dropped a clean jumper just inside the arc. Net. No rim.

Marcus smirked like he wasn’t fazed. “Cute. You practicing for open runs or tryna relive your glory days ?”

Paige didn’t answer and just jogged back with a stone-cold expression, already eyeing her next move.

On the next possession, Marcus got the ball at the wing. Paige switched onto him on a screen. His eyes lit up, cocky. He jab-stepped. She didn’t bite. He dribbled right. She mirrored. Tried to cross her but Paige poked the ball loose and snatched it with 1 hand before he could recover. Transition bucket. Layup. Easy.

“Oof,” KK muttered from the sideline, trying not to laugh.

Marcus scowled, jogging back. “You gonna reach all game ?”

Paige shook her head. “Only takes one when you’re that predictable.”

That lit something behind his eyes. On the next possession, he got her again, posting up high, trying to bully his way into the paint. Paige held her ground. He lowered his shoulder, tried to spin but Paige stripped him clean and took off the other way, no hesitation. Fast break. Pull-up 3.

Splash.

“Oh my god,” Ice shouted, hands to her head. “She’s cooking him so bad right now.”

Marcus’s jaw flexed so hard it looked like it might crack. He waved for the inbound, got the ball again, and called for an iso. Paige didn’t even blink.

“You sure you wanna try that again ?” she said, crouching low, eyes locked.

“Fuck around and find out,” Marcus gritted.

He dribbled hard left, crossed right, tried to get her off balance. Paige slid with him step-for-step. He rose for a jumper and Paige got a hand up, clean contest.

Clank.

Rebound.

As the ball swung back around to the offense, Paige caught it at the top again. She dribbled slow this time, baiting him. He was sweating now, jaw clenched.

“Thought I was washed,” she said casually.

Marcus didn’t answer.

She drove left, then stopped on a dime, hitting him with a snatch back that made him stumble a half step. Paige pulled up. Midrange. Money.

“Dayuuuuuummmm,” someone from the guys bench yelled.

The scrimmage didn’t stop. But everyone felt it now. This wasn’t just a practice anymore. This was war.

Next trip down, Marcus didn’t even wait for the offense to set, instead he barreled right into a drive, shoulder down. Paige stepped in to take the contact. Hard. Chest to chest. He knocked her off balance but not down. The whistle blew.

Offensive foul.

“Oh that’s fucken crazy,” Marcus snapped, spinning toward the ref.

“Lowered your shoulder,” Geno called out from the sideline. “Control your body or sit down.”

Paige shook out her arms, already walking it off. “Can’t guard me, can’t score on me. Anything else you wanna fail at today ?”

He turned on her. “You keep running your mouth like that, you’re gonna get humbled real quick.”

Paige’s smile was ice. “You had many years to do that. Still waiting.”

“Still mad over some girl ?”

She didn’t answer that time. Just stared at him like he wasn’t even worth words.

Ball in again. Paige caught it near the wing. This time, she didn’t wait for him to get set. She blew by him off 1 dribble, left him grabbing air, and kissed it off the glass with ease.

Another whistle. Timeout. Teams jogged to the sideline for water.

Marcus stomped past her, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his temples. “You think this proves something ?” he muttered under his breath. “It’s just prac.”

Paige didn’t even look at him. “Exactly. And you’re already getting cooked. Imagine if I actually gave a fuck.”

Aubrey slapped her shoulder as she came off the court. “Yooooo that was filthy.”

KK tossed Paige a towel, grinning. “I thought that boy was gonna cry.”

Paige exhaled, letting herself cool down for the first time in 10 mins. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, jaw finally unclenching.

Marcus was sitting on the opposite sideline now, bent over, elbows on knees, still breathing hard. He didn’t look at her.

Good.

Paige leaned back against the wall, heartbeat still steady. Let them talk. Let them whisper. She hadn’t come to uconn for headlines, for reunions, or for revenge.

But that last part sure felt good.

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The whistle blew again sharp, 2 quick blasts that echoed off the walls.

“That’s it !” Geno barked, clapping twice as the last possession wound down. “Good run, good energy, nobody died. I’ll call that a win.”

Groans and laughter spread through the court. SHoes squeaked lazily as the players came down from the intensity, sweat dripping, shoulders sagging. Someone tossed a ball up from half-court, missing the basket entirely and triggering a chorus of boos.

“Hydrate, stretch, and get the hell outta the gym before I remember y’all still owe me suicide drills from last season,” Geno added, already turning toward his clipboard.

The teams began to drift together toward the center circle, slowly exchanging tired fist bumps and high-fives, some still catching their breath. Paige stayed back a moment, tugging at her practice jersey, sweat slicking her temples. Her fingers still tingled with adrenaline. Her shoulders buzzed from the inside out.

She didn’t need to look over to know Marcus had kept his distance for the rest of the scrimmage. After that last blow-by, he stopped calling for her switch. Stopped talking. She’d taken the air out of him, point by point, play by play.

And everyone saw it.

As the group clustered at center court, Paige moved in, giving quiet nods, tossing lazy high-fives to her teammates, a couple of the guys she didn’t know yet. She gave Aubrey a crooked smirk and bumped her knuckles.

Then Marcus stepped forward, hand out, expression unreadable.

Paige’s eyes flicked to him for only half a second which was just long enough to acknowledge he existed then passed him. She didn’t break stride. Didn’t lift her hand. Just walked right by.

His hand hung in the air a second too long before he dropped it with a clenched jaw.

Aubrey caught it. 

She glanced between them, mouth quirking like she wanted to laugh but knew better. She jogged to catch up with Paige, who was already halfway to the exit.

“Damn,” Aubrey said under her breath. “You really hit him with the ghosted high-five ? That’s cold.”

Paige didn’t look over. “Didn’t see him.”

Aubrey let out a low chuckle. “Bro, he was standing right there.”

“Nope,” Paige said, cool and calm. “Must’ve missed him. Just like he missed every shot.”

Aubrey wheezed. “Yo, chill—he might cry in the locker room.”

“Not my problem.”

The locker room was a blur of steamy showers and exhausted chatter. Paige peeled off her soaked jersey, her body humming with that familiar post-game fire. She didn’t say much. Just changed, grabbed her water, and dipped early.

As she stepped outside the facility, she paused, standing on the steps of the facility, eyes drifting toward the horizon as campus started glowing in that golden dusk haze.

She took a breath, rolled her neck out, and cracked a small, private smile.

Welcome to uconn.

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[luvyeni]

🥀 … ( reaction ) it’s not over ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ trying to breakup with them but they don’t let you  ヾ

yandere!스트레이키즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・yandere ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・THIS IS A DARK GENERE manipulation , mentions of murder, language wc ・ 1.5k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. can i request yandere stray kids' reaction to you breaking up with them, at least trying to? if i can request something else as well, a general headcanon to the type of yanderes they each would be.

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 you asked for two things so i tried to combine them to , i hope you don’t mind !

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

chan is a manipulative yandere; he knows how to flip a situation and make you seem like you’re in the wrong. “you want to leave?” he asks with disappointment leaking in his voice. “did i do something wrong?” he sounds hurt. “i just don’t think we’re gonna work out anymore , you’re too controlling.” he tries not to get mad, “controlling? is me wanting to protect you too controlling?” you cant answer him. “my friends don’t even want to hang out with me because you’re always there.” he complain. “i can’t even go out with out you.” chan is smart though, he knows how to gaslight you. “what happens when you go out? when you went clubbing and that guy tried to take advantage of you , your friends are just jealous , do they have boyfriend who want better for them? no.” he said. “I do this because I love you.” he said , you start to feel bad. “if you want to leave then i can’t stop you but just know everything i did for you.” by then you already feel like shit , how could you do this to him? you couldn’t leave him when he cared so much for you. “i-im sorry.” you held your head down in shame. “it’s my fault for listening to my friends.” you don’t even notice his menacing smile, cause he knew he had you once again.

“it okay , but you know i can’t just let this be.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

lee know is a unpredictable yandere; one minute he’s calm, the next minute he’s lashing out , throwing things and breaking them. “leave? sure you can go out for a few hours , be home by 9:30 — no leave for good.” he stops petting the cat , looking up at you. his gaze alone is enough to scare you into submission , but you stand your ground. “i want to leave for good.” he doesn’t say anything just stands up. “no.” he walks away. “no? you can’t stop me from leaving , let’s just end this before things get worse.” he’s calm and level headed , until you piss him off which is what this conversation was doing. “did you not hear what the fuck i said!” he shouted , slamming the plate down into the sink , shattering it. “minho I can’t do this!” you shouted back , but he grabs your shirt , pushing you against the wall. “you don’t get it do you? you aren’t leaving.” he says threateningly. “i will kill you before letting you go.” and you know he’s serious. “i-im sorry.”

“that’s better , now go feed the cats while i clean the mess you made up.”

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you can’t leave him; you want to but he made it so you can’t. changbin will make it so you’re so dependent on him before you decide to end the relationship that you it’s too late when you want to call it quits. “where will you go?” he asks. “you don’t have a job, when’s the last time you paid a bill?” he’s so relaxed about the situation. “i can get one and i can pay my own bills.” you respond. “you’d forget to feed yourself if i didn’t cook for you, or buy you food don’t be stupid.” if that doesn’t work he’ll just scare you into staying; he won’t ever hit you… that being said he might not hit you but he will use physical strength to scare you ( think about that one video of him holding seungmin by his arms and wrist ). “please let me- listen here.” he squeezed the back of your neck. “ch-changbin please, do-don’t hurt me.”

“i wont hurt you , but you need to drop this shit and drop it now.”

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyune is confusing ; he doesn’t really see what he does is wrong; so what he doesn’t let you out? what’s the reason for you to go out there when he’s inside here. “i can’t do this anymore.” he’s just sitting there painting as usual , not really listening because you’re being ridiculous. “are you listening.” he turns to you. “are you done?” and you’re just in shock. “good , go sit down.” doesn’t truly believe you’d leave. “hyunjin i said im leaving, i can’t stand being in here anymore.” that’s when he drops his paintbrush. “i said go sit down.” when you walk towards the door is when he fully gets up. he’s not violent — unless he needs to be, so he will rough you up , grabbing you by your shirt , throwing you on the bed. “why can’t you just fucking listen?” he curses. “there’s nothing out there for you , you can’t get any better then here.” he says , throwing your bag of clothes in the closet. “if you get up again , throwing you to bed will be the least of your problems.”

“now sit there and be good, like i said the first time , i won’t tell you again.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

jisung is a unhinged manipulative yandere; and his entire life is revolves around you. you’re the reason he breathes every morning. so if you aren’t there, what’s the point? “jisung we have to end this, this isn’t safe for either of us.” you held a bag in your hand full of your stuff. “look at your arms and legs they’re all cut up.” he stared at you with tears in his eyes. “i did it to show you how much i love you, why don’t you understand i love you so much im willingly to kill myself for you.” you stopped him. “that’s the problem ji , you’re not well. he’ll cry — very loudly , cries likes he’s been stabbed because in his head he might as well have been. “no! you said you love me! if you leave me i’ll kill myself , i really will.” he goes immediately to the knife he’s hidden because you threw the rest out. “jisung where did you get that?” he doesn’t answer , just puts it to his throat.

“the moment you step out the door i’ll do it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

his obsession with you is too strong for him to let you go; even if his heart is telling him to, his brain is louder , he’s basically fighting himself and his brain is winning. “felix please let me go!” your legs were now tied to the bed , one arm connected to the bedpost as he tried to feed you. “im not hungry i want to leave!” you shouted , which made him flinch. “i-i can’t.” he says. “i know it’s wrong , you should be out there living life , but i just can’t.” he can’t let you leave him , he needs you. “I need you with me okay , i can’t breathe without you dove.” puts drugs in your food to keep you docile , he doesn’t want to hurt you , he’s probably the less dangerous one towards you at least. “im sorry please just drink some water.” you give in not thinking its drugged — until you involuntarily start to drift off. “fe-felix.” you can hear the sadness in his voice , he genuinely feel’s guilty. “im sorry, im so sorry.”

“i just love you so much i can’t let you go.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

i have said this before; seungmin knows you’ll leave regardless if he forces you to stay or doesn’t ; not matter if he threatens you, hits you, whatever. so he lets you go, that’s fine go — but not without a cost , guess you finally decided you no longer wanted your friend alive… otherwise you wouldn't have made the stupid decision of leaving him. “what did you do?” you dropped your phone upon entering his house. he has lured you there calling you from your friends phone… the friend who was currently bleeding on the ground; beaten mercilessly. “why the fuck did you have a male friend anyway if not to be a whore , should’ve killed him months ago. literally doesn’t care if you’re crying. “don’t cry now , this is your fault.” he said. “told you , I won’t ever hurt you.” he said the knife bloody , pointed at you.

“but everyone else is free game , these are just flesh bags to me, they mean more to you than me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

jeongin is a yandere who likes to play games; you want to break up? go ahead and leave. when you do , he’ll actually leave you alone for a while , let you live your life, even let you get a new boyfriend. but that’s just cause he wants you to think he’s gone; give you that high; before the low. everything is so good — then suddenly you lose your job, so you have no income; then your boyfriend suddenly breaks up with you no warning. it’s like everything went to shit , and who is there to pick up all your broken pieces? well jeongin is there with open arms, ready for you to step right into them, but not without consequences. see that job you lost? jeongin called in a favor and got you fired. that boyfriend? well let’s just say jeongin sent a few photos of the both of you together and it was the end of that. “you see how i did all that.” he tells you after you sobbed in his arms after he told you what he did.

“i can make this much worse , don’t ever think of leaving me again.”

©️LUVYENI

[sentientcave]

Swallow My Pride

Simon spots you across the bar. You're a long way from the little girl that used to torment him in primary, but that's alright. These days he's got a soft spot for beautiful men.

Contains: FtM!Reader, Reader bullied Simon in primary school, alcohol/bar mention, smoking, oral sex (Simon receiving), Reader has hair long enough to pull a little, Implied fibre arts, abrupt ending because I wasn't gonna get into all that. Maybe later.

1.1k ~ MDNI ~ 18+

It figured that you'd be gorgeous now.

He almost didn't recognize you. Probably would have missed you entirely if not for the long, searching glance you'd given him, like he was familiar too. Back then you were a skinny, mouthy little bitch that made his life miserable until you moved away, and now you were a handsome, self-assured man, filled out strong and a little soft. Standing with your friends, laughing. They obviously didn't know that you were a venomous little viper under that easy smile and oversized, hand-knit sweater with wonky cables on the front.

The lads noticed his silence and singular focus. Johnny started acting up some, like he always did when Simon paid too much attention to another man.

"Y'gonna talk to the pretty boy?" he asked, exasperated. "Or jest leer at'm all night?"

"If you don't, I might," Gaz said. "It's cold out these days and he looks like he's comfortable to have a lie in with."

"Fine. I'll talk to 'im." Simon stood and shouldered his way over to you, cutting a swathe through the crowd of people lingering by the bar, and put a big hand on your shoulder. "Wanna talk t'you," he rumbled. "Follow me."

"Hey, what the fuck," one of your friends said hotly. "Don't be rude."

Simon glared at her, ready to snap, but you quickly put yourself between. "It's okay. I know him."

Simon steered you outside and shoved you up against the wall. "Recognize me, do you?"

"Of course. Thought you were dead, though. Saw you here a couple months back. Kept coming back, thinking I had to be nuts." You tilt your head to the side. "I'm surprised you recognize me."

"Maybe I wouldn't've, if I'd ever seen you as a woman. But we were kids. You've changed, but I know you."

You had been the worst thing in his life, outside of his home. Quick to point out his hand-me-downs and his shaggy hair, to knock things out of his hands. If you’d been a boy back then, he would have just punched your lights out, but even then he knew better than to hit a girl. You were fair game for a fight now, as far as he was concerned, but he wasn’t really that interested in fighting. Especially when you were giving him that kicked puppy stare, regret written all over your face.

Regret was a powerful motivator, and he liked the idea of you trying to make it right. He liked the idea of seeing what he could get out of it too.

"I never got to apologize. When I heard-- Fuck, you've been through it. Apologies don't seem like enough." You look at him, big eyes and soft mouth. So fucking pretty.

"It's not enough. Don't want to 'ear it anyway. Want to make it up to me?" He waits for your nod, then reaches for his belt. "Suck me off. Right 'ere."

You look stunned for a moment. He expected to to stalk off back inside-- He didn't really want an apology, didn't think there was any making up for it, not really. Just wanted to push your buttons a bit, more than anything else.

But you dropped to your knees on the dirty ground, and waited, patient as a well trained dog. "Good boy," Simon grunted, pulling out his cock. He liked the way your big eyes got bigger, a gleam of want in them. You'd grown up to be a proper slag. He slapped his cock against your cheek, and you turned to catch it, sliding your lips and tongue along the side.

"This why you 'ad t'be such a cunt back then?" he asked, grabbing your hair to keep you from sinking your mouth down onto his cock. "Wanted me so bad an' couldn't say so?"

You glare at him from the ground. "Do you want the apology or the head, Riley?"

"Makin' me choose, are you?" He let go of your hair, however, his laugh turning to a groan as you sucked the head of his cock into your hot mouth, tongue lapping at his slit to taste the bead of bitter precum.

He was going to be more of a dick about it, but he couldn't get a word in. You worked his cock like you were made for it, working your hand over the shaft when you lapped at the tip, swallowing around him when you sank all the way down, taking him into your throat, bobbing your head back and forth, spit dribbling down your chin and his balls, messy, like you knew that was just how he liked it.

He managed to communicate that he was going to cum, enough that you let him pop free and pump his come onto your waiting tongue, purposely missing a little, his come glistening on your cheek and caught just slightly in your hair. You swallow, grimacing slightly at the taste.

"You ever eat anythin' that has a lick of nutritional value?" you gripe, using your fingers to scrape his come off your cheek and into your mouth anyway.

"Get your trousers off an' I'll eat your cunt," he offered, groaning again when you sucked him into your mouth again, cleaning off the mess. "If y’still ‘ave one. Christ. I'm takin' you 'ome either way." He lit a cigarette, glancing at the door when it pushed open, ready to bark, relaxing when he realized it was just Soap and Gaz. "Hey, lads."

You side eyed them, but you finished your job first, sitting back on your heels and wiping your mouth with your sleeve as Simon tucked himself away again. Gaz and Soap stood there, gaping like fish until you stood up.

"That's gotta be a record," Gaz said. "You haven't been gone ten minutes."

"Well, pretty boy knows what 'e likes." Simon dropped a hand on top of your head and pulled you close to his side before you could duck out of the conversation. "Don't go, pup. Figure you owe the lads an apology too. You're the reason I'm so mean, and they've 'ad t'deal with it all this time." He slid his hand down the side of your face and hooked his fingers into your mouth roughly. "What d'you think?"

You look at the other two. Gaz was trying to look nonplussed as he lit his cigarette, but there was no hiding the hungry gleam in his eyes. Soap wasn't even bothering to be subtle. He looked you up and down, palming himself through his jeans.

You shove Simon's hand out of your mouth, grinning. "Oh, he's been real mean, has he?"

Soap stepped in closer, his fingers hooking into your pocket to reel himself in next to you. "He's been a nightmare. Yeh gonna make up for it?"

"Can try. Riley's always been pretty determined t'be a cunt though. It's not all my fault."

“Need to say goodbye to your friends?” Gaz asked.

“Nah. It was a date. Didn’t really like them anyway. Felt like they were just looking for a compromise between addin’ a man or a woman to their failing marriage. Not really keen to get into all that. This sounds more fun.”

Simon chuckled. “Good choice, pup. Let’s get goin’.”

I've been rotating this thought in my mind since I read this fic by @/soapcloth about Soap being Reader's childhood bully. Read that, and then all the other stuff they've posted because there's some very fun stuff and I highly recommend their work.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[hsnlv]

soft beginnings | s.jy

pairing: dad-to-be!jake x mom-to-be!reader

synopsis: you and jake are getting ready for your baby, but jake’s full of doubts about fatherhood. with plenty of laughter, love, and tiny socks, you learn that even the smallest moments can mean the world.

warnings: fluff!, jake has self-doubt but it’s adorable dont worry >< reader is pregnant if that is not clear (i love pregnant tropes actually because it’s cute hehe)

wc: 1.1k

a/n: ive been writing a lot lately since im currently on semester break but enjoy ^^ here’s my masterlist!

jake sat on the nursery floor, holding a pair of impossibly small socks between his fingers like they were some kind of alien artifact. his brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a pout that you would’ve called adorable if he wasn’t so deadly serious.

“okay, babe,” he said finally, holding the socks up for emphasis. “these cannot be for a human. i don’t care what you say.”

you couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing from your spot on the rocking chair, where you were sorting through a mountain of baby clothes. “jake, they’re for a newborn. they’re supposed to be that tiny.”

he squinted at the socks like they might reveal their secrets if he stared long enough. “nope. sorry. these are for a hamster. or maybe a very small rabbit.”

“are you calling our baby a rabbit?” you teased, grinning as you leaned back in the chair.

“i’m just saying,” he continued, waving the socks around like he was making a grand point. “what if their feet don’t fit? what if their toes are too big? i don’t even know what baby feet look like!”

you laughed so hard that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m serious!” he insisted, though the twitch of his lips betrayed him. “what if i try to put these on and they just… fall off? or what if i lose one? it’s not like i can run to the store and ask for replacement jellybean-sized socks!”

that did it—you dissolved into giggles, your belly shaking as you leaned forward. “jake, you’re going to be fine,” you said, wiping your eyes. “i promise, putting socks on a baby isn’t as hard as you think.”

he flopped dramatically onto his back, groaning. “i’m not ready for this.”

“you are,” you said, crawling over to him and sitting on your knees by his side. you rested your chin on his chest, tilting your head to look up at him. “you’re going to be the best dad ever.”

he gazed down at you, his expression softening, but you could still see the hint of doubt in his eyes. “you really think so?”

“i know so,” you said, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. “you’ve got the dad jokes down already. the rest is just practice.”

he groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “yeah, but what about the important stuff? like… like making bottles. or changing diapers! do you know how many straps and tabs those things have? it’s like trying to assemble IKEA furniture!”

you snorted, pressing your forehead to his chest as you laughed. “it’s not that bad.”

“it is that bad,” he said, sitting up suddenly. his hands flailed a bit as he tried to explain. “and what if i don’t wake up when the baby cries? or—or what if i hold them wrong? what if i drop them? oh my god, what if i don’t know how to swaddle? they’re gonna hate me.”

“jake.” you placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “take a deep breath.”

he inhaled shakily, his wide eyes locking onto yours.

“you’re not going to drop the baby,” you said firmly. “or hold them wrong. and even if you mess up the first swaddle, or it takes you a few tries to get the diaper right, it’s okay. you’ll figure it out.”

he didn’t look entirely convinced, so you leaned closer, your voice softer now. “do you remember when we first got peanut?”

he blinked, his brows furrowing. “our dog?”

“yeah. you were so nervous about training him. you kept googling everything, and you were convinced he was going to hate you because you couldn’t get him to sit on command.”

jake huffed, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “okay, yeah, but peanut was a little menace at first.”

“he was,” you agreed, grinning. “but you didn’t give up. you were so patient and sweet with him, and now he listens to you better than he listens to me.”

jake let out a soft laugh, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

“it’s going to be the same with the baby,” you said, brushing your thumbs gently over his cheekbones. “you’re going to love them so much that none of the little mistakes will matter. and they’re definitely not going to hate you for struggling with a diaper or two.”

“you sure about that?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“absolutely,” you said, smiling.

he sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “what would i do without you?”

“probably drown in a pile of tiny socks,” you teased, laughing softly.

“you’re not wrong,” he muttered, but he was smiling again.

you both sat there for a moment, the quiet hum of the nursery filling the air. then jake pulled back slightly, his hand drifting to your belly.

“hey, little one,” he murmured, his voice soft and warm. “just so you know, your mom’s the best person in the world. so if i mess up, she’s gonna make sure you’re taken care of. and if you could, uh… maybe go easy on me with the diapers, that’d be great.”

you laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “stop making deals with the baby!”

“what? i’m just saying!” he said, grinning.

he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your belly, murmuring something too quiet for you to hear. when he sat up again, his eyes were brighter, his usual spark returning.

“okay,” he said, grabbing the tiny socks and holding them up like a trophy. “we’re definitely framing these.”

“i knew you’d come around,” you said, smiling as you kissed his cheek.

the rest of the afternoon was spent folding onesies and arranging books on the shelves, with jake tossing out ridiculous questions every five minutes.

“what if the baby doesn’t like my cooking?”

“jake, they’re not going to eat anything you cook for at least a year.”

“what if they cry every time i pick them up?”

“then you’ll hold them until they stop crying.”

“what if they call me ‘dude’ instead of ‘dad’?”

“then they’re definitely your kid.”

by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the nursery was mostly finished. the crib stood in the corner, draped with a soft, pastel blanket, and the bookshelf was packed with stories you couldn’t wait to read aloud.

you stood in the doorway with jake, his arm around your shoulders as you both took in the space.

“it’s perfect,” you murmured, leaning into his side.

“almost perfect,” he said, resting a hand on your belly. “just missing one thing.”

you smiled, your hand covering his. “they’ll be here soon enough.”

he pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice filled with quiet awe. “soon enough,” he echoed.

and in that moment, surrounded by love and laughter and the promise of something even sweeter, you knew your little family was already complete in all the ways that mattered.

© all rights reserved | hsnlv 2024

[paddockletters]

back to us | franco colapinto

summary: you’re franco’s ex, but the two of you remain surprisingly close friends but when fans spot you together at events and in each other’s stories, they start speculating whether you’re back together. author's note: prob i'm gonna do a 'tag list', do you want to be on it?

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oneofyourfriends: Time flies when you're with the best people

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user11: WAIT. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. are they back together or what? I NEED ANSWERS💀

user2: is this a subtle confirmation or are they just really good at making us question everything?

user3: Franco and Y/N, I swear if you two are playing with our hearts again, im done

user4: this is the most ‘we’re in love but won’t admit it’ pic I’ve ever seen. can someone just give us the tea already?

user5: WAIT WAIT WAIT. I was literally just talking about them a week ago. are we getting an announcement soon?? 👀

user6: this picture screams ‘we’re secretly in love but just messing with y’all for fun’ energy 😏

user7: hold on, i know I'm not the only one who’s just realized they might be together again after all this time 😳

user8: they've been lowkey giving us these vibes for a while now, I knew it! 🫣💘

user9: not them teasing us, just admit it already!

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f1gossipdaily: 🚨 SPOTTED: Franco Colapinto leaving a fancy dinner spot in Buenos Aires with a mistery girl... maybe his long-term ex, Y/N 👀 Thoughts? Drop them below!

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user1: FRANCO AND Y/N??? I’M SCREAMING. Are we back in 2020 or what?! 😭🔥

user2: that’s not just a friendly dinner. look at the way he’s smiling at her. IT’S LOVE 🥹💘

user3: plot twist: they never stopped dating and have been clowning us this whole time 🤡

user4: Franco and Y/N liked this post… yeah, they’re up to SOMETHING 👀

user5: imagine being THIS iconic that the entire internet loses it over a dinner. Y/N supremacy

user6: not me already planning their wedding even though we don’t know what’s going on

user7: i bet they were just talking about how to break the internet again

user8: Franco and Y/N liked this post?? THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING

user9: they’re feeding us crumbs, and we’re still feral

user10: wait… what if they were on a DATE?! someone investigate asap!!!!

user11: they are like ‘we’re definitely back together but in denial’ 😭

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user1: I swear, the dog looks like a puppy version of the one Franco had weeks ago... 👀

user2: WAIT. Is that the same dog that was in Franco’s photo a few weeks ago???

user4: the dog’s adorable, but the wine glasses? 🧐

friend1: that puppy is seriously the cutest thing ever, i’m obsessed! 💗💗

user5: that dog is CUTEEE but I’m too distracted by the wine glasses. ARE YOU AND FRANCO BACK TOGETHER OR WHAT?! 😭

user6: i'm just here for the dog. I need details about the second glass though 🤔

francolapinto: 🐶💓

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user8: Franco really out here in the comments…

user9: WAIT A MINUTE, are you back together???

user10: just stop playing with us, i'm begging you! 😭

user11:I’m sorry, but the fact that Franco commented has me DEAD 💀 I need answers!!

user12: just admit it, Y/N. The other glass is for Francooooo

lando: when’s the dog playdate? Asking for a friend🐾👀

❤️ liked by the author user13: ariana, what are you doing here??? user14: that friends is franco, right? RIGHT??? user15: wait, did Lando just say THAT?? 👀 user16: lando, stop it. are you throwing some shade at Franco or just being a good friend? user17: this is a mess. now I’m even more confused. Y/N and Lando? Y/N and Franco? Someone help me out 😭

[orfeoedeuryice]

lefkowitz’ widow

pairing: trevor lefkowitz x reader

plot: an unexpected visitor shows up at the Woodstone b&b and brings up memories from trevor’s past. in an effort to comfort her, things go so wrong that they end up right, in a way. aka trevor misses his pookie bear

warnings: death and like, 2 swears.

word count: 3.2k

pronouns: she/her

rating: pg

a/n: i’m rusty at writing, be nice 🙏 probably not 100% accurate, but blame it on plot convenience pls

also for the plot’s sake he hasn’t had any actual relations with hetty, he just acts like a freak but never actually follows through (aka im too lazy to write that out 🩷)

You didn’t consider yourself a very superstitious person, but you could feel the eerie energy radiating from Woodstone as soon as you stepped on the grounds, but you had begun to feel a bit dissuaded from– everything really, and you had been missing your husband for the past… well, two decades, and really wanted to reconnect with him.

Trevor, however, didn’t take the exact same relaxed feelings about the reunion. He watched your car pull in and watched you get out of your car, as humans did, you had aged, but by god in his eyes you aged like absolute wine. Clearly, he looked mortified, though.

Trevor stood frozen in the front hall as he watched you step out of your car. His usual confident smirk was nowhere to be found, replaced instead with a wide-eyed look of panic. He ran a hand through his eternally perfect hair, pacing in tight circles.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. It’s her,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

“Her who?” Alberta asked, leaning on the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

“Her her! My wife! My widow! The woman I married, the woman I—ugh!” He groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch. “She’s here! What is she doing here? She’s supposed to be… I don’t know, happily remarried or writing a memoir about how awesome I was. Not staying here, with us!”

The other ghosts stared at him in a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“Wait, you’re married?” Isaac asked, his brows furrowing. “I thought you were more of the, ah, bachelor for life type.”

“I was married for six years!” Trevor shot back, sitting up indignantly. “She’s my one true love. You don’t get over someone like that, okay?” He ran both hands through his hair this time, looking almost comically distraught. “And now she’s here, and she looks… amazing, but she’s aged, and I haven’t, and this is going to mess her up, right? Like, emotionally? This is bad, right?”

“Didn’t take you for the sentimental type,” Alberta teased, her tone softening slightly. “But this explains a lot about why you’re extra dramatic today.”

Sam, who had been observing quietly, crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “Trevor, she’s your wife? Why didn’t you ever mention her before?”

“Because it hurts, Sam!” Trevor threw up his hands. “She was the one. I miss her every single day, but what was I supposed to do? Drop it casually into conversation? ‘Oh, by the way, the love of my life is out there somewhere, and I’m stuck here in the No Pants Brigade for eternity.’ Real smooth.”

“Aw, Trev,” Pete said, his usual warmth shining through. “That’s actually… really sweet. Tragic, but sweet.”

“I know it’s tragic, Pete! That’s the whole point!” Trevor snapped, though his voice cracked slightly. “And now she’s here, and I can’t even tell her I’m here because… ghost rules! And you know me, I’m not good at being subtle. I’m gonna screw this up. I just know it.”

“You’ve already started screwing it up,” Hetty cut in, her tone sharp. “I can practically feel your anxiety polluting the air.”

“Thank you for the support, Hetty,” Trevor deadpanned before turning back to Samantha. “Sam, please, you’ve gotta help me. Tell her I’m here. Drop some hints. I don’t know, maybe do that whole ‘medium’ thing you’re always saying you’re not.”

Samantha gave him a sympathetic look. “Trevor, I don’t think telling her outright is the best idea. She’s here for a reason. Maybe she’s looking for closure. You should think about what she needs right now, not just what you want.”

Trevor groaned again, dragging his hands down his face. “You’re right. You’re totally right. I just…” He looked out the window again, watching as you hesitated near your car, seemingly mustering up the courage to come inside. “I miss her, Sam. Like, really miss her.”

The room fell silent for a moment. Even Hetty seemed to soften, though she wouldn’t admit it.

Samantha finally broke the silence, her voice gentle. “Then maybe this is your chance to give her what she’s been missing too. Just… try not to scare her, okay?”

Trevor nodded, though his lips curled into a sheepish grin. “I’ll do my best. No promises, though.”

“That’s what we’re worried about,” Alberta muttered, shaking her head as she followed the others to watch the unfolding chaos.

“Hello! Uh– you work here, right?” You spoke from the hallway, bags in hands. “Yup! Here for vacation?” Sam asked, getting behind the desk. There was a pause between the two of you before a hum of hesitancy came from you, not wanting to dump all of your dead-husband-trauma within a minute of meeting her, you just nodded. “Basically.”

—

You had got set up in your room, trying to relax despite the energy coming from the property, sitting up on the bed and texting, unaware of the specter of your deceased husband laying next to you. Trevor lay sprawled next to you on the bed, his usual cocky grin tempered with nervous excitement. “God, you’re even cuter than I remembered,” he murmured to himself, though you, of course, couldn’t hear him. “Okay, Trev, this is your moment. Don’t blow it. Start small. Subtle. Like… ghost Casanova.”

Meanwhile, you sat cross-legged on the bed, your phone in hand, scrolling through messages and photos. A faint frown tugged at your lips, and Trevor’s expression softened.

“Hey, don’t look sad. I’m right here!” he said, leaning closer. “Okay, time for step one: the classic ‘move a thing to get their attention’ move. Easy peasy.”

He eyed the pen sitting on the nightstand and focused all his energy on it. The pen wobbled slightly, then fell off the edge with a faint clatter.

You glanced up from your phone, startled. Your eyes darted to the nightstand, lingering for a moment, before you sighed and bent to pick up the pen.

“Must’ve knocked it off,” you mumbled to yourself, setting it back in place.

Trevor smacked his forehead. “Okay, maybe too subtle. Fine. Let’s turn it up a notch.”

He stood, pacing at the foot of the bed like a coach psyching himself up for the big game. “All right, Trev, think… what’s romantic but not terrifying? Candles? Too cliché. Write her a message? No penmanship when you’re a ghost.” He snapped his fingers. “Music! Music’s perfect. Nostalgic, romantic… plus, I know what song we danced to at our wedding. Boom. Easy win.”

He floated toward the room’s Bluetooth speaker, fiddling with the controls. It took a few tries, but soon the opening chords of “Your Song” by Elton John filled the room.

You froze mid-text, looking around with wide eyes.

“What the…” you whispered, putting your phone down. The music grew louder, and your brows furrowed.

Trevor grinned triumphantly, throwing his arms in the air. “Yes! She knows it’s me! Come on, babe, connect the dots. Ghost plus love song equals your amazing husband!”

But instead of looking touched or nostalgic, you grabbed the speaker, inspected it, and muttered, “That’s… weird. Haven’t heard that one in a while.” You turned the speaker off and set it down on the nightstand, shaking your head.

Trevor deflated, throwing himself backward onto the bed in frustration. “Come on! That was our song! How does that not scream ‘It’s Trevor!’?”

The faint smile you gave the speaker didn’t escape his notice, though. “Okay,” you murmured to yourself, “I dunno if I’m just imagining things. Or maybe it’s just… this place.” You paused, looking toward the window with a wistful expression, flashes of moments of your relationship running through your mind at the nostalgic song. “If only he was here…”

Trevor sat bolt upright at your words, his frustration melting into something softer. “I am here,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Trevor stayed where he was, staring at you with a mixture of love and longing, his resolve strengthening.

“All right, babe,” he murmured. “You might not believe it yet, but I’m gonna show you. You’ll know it’s me. I promise.”

He watched as you leaned back on the bed, phone forgotten, and closed your eyes. He stayed beside you, close enough that he imagined you could feel the warmth of his love, even if he couldn’t physically reach you.

“Tomorrow,” he said softly, “I’ll do better. You’ll see.”

–

The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting soft, dappled light across the Woodstone grounds. You walked slowly, arms crossed against the crisp air. It wasn’t the most energetic stroll—you’d never been one for intense hikes, nor exactly cut out for them—but it was peaceful. Quiet. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

The weight of memories pressed against you as you stopped by an old oak tree, brushing your fingers against its bark. “He would’ve loved this,” you murmured. The thought brought a bittersweet smile to your lips, though the ache in your chest never quite disappeared.

Inside the house, Trevor was a whirlwind of nervous energy, pacing in the living room. “Okay, okay. Yesterday didn’t go so great,” he admitted, running his hands through his hair. “But today’s a new day. I just need… a plan. A really good plan. So, ideas. Let’s hear ’em!”

Alberta rolled her eyes from her perch on the armrest of the couch. “Trevor, you can’t just throw random ghost tricks at her and expect her to piece it together. What’s your actual endgame here?”

“The endgame is for her to know it’s me, Albie!” Trevor gestured wildly, “I want her to feel like I’m still here for her. Like… in a good, romantic way. Not in a haunted way.”

“Well, you’re failing at both,” Hetty said flatly.

Isaac cleared his throat. “Perhaps you should try something more personal. Something that speaks to your connection with her.”

Trevor groaned. “I tried that! I played our wedding song, and she didn’t even get it! What else am I supposed to do?”

“Then maybe you should think about what she loved about you specifically,” Alberta said, leaning forward. “What was your thing? Your move? The thing that made her fall for you in the first place?”

Trevor paused, a rare moment of introspection crossing his face. “She used to say I had this way of… making her laugh, even when she didn’t want to. Like, no matter how bad her day was, I could always cheer her up. That’s what she loved about me.” He smiled faintly, the memory softening his usual bravado. “Man, she used to laugh so hard she’d snort, and she’d get all embarrassed, but I thought it was the cutest thing ever.”

“Well, there you go,” Alberta said. “You’ve got your answer.”

“Yeah, but how am I supposed to make her laugh if she can’t hear me?” Trevor threw up his hands. “I can’t exactly tell her my A+ jokes from ghost-land.”

Sam, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. “Maybe you don’t need to say anything. Maybe you just need to remind her of something funny you did together. Like, recreate one of your inside jokes or a memory that’ll make her laugh.”

Trevor snapped his fingers. “Sam, you’re a genius! I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

“It’s my property,” she deadpanned.

“Details.” Trevor waved her off, already pacing again as he brainstormed. “Okay, funny memory. Funny memory. Oh! Remember that time we went to that fancy restaurant, and I accidentally set the napkin on fire, and we had to sneak out before the maître d’ kicked us out? She loved that story!”

“Sure,” Hetty muttered, “because nothing says love like mild arson.”

Ignoring her, Trevor clapped his hands together. “That’s it. I’ll find a way to remind her of that. Maybe I’ll knock over a candle or something—just enough to jog her memory. Not, like, burn-the-place-down levels. I can do this!”

“Let’s hope you don’t accidentally commit ghost arson,” Isaac muttered as Trevor bolted toward the door, ready to execute his next brilliant plan.

Outside, you had wandered toward the gazebo, sitting down on the wooden bench with a sigh. The quiet was nice, though there was something about this place that made you feel… watched. Not in a bad way, but as if there was some invisible presence hovering nearby, waiting for the right moment.

From the shadows of the house, Trevor watched you with a determined glint in his eye. “All right, babe. Let’s make you laugh.”

–

You sat in the gazebo, absentmindedly watching a pair of squirrels chase each other around the base of a tree. The morning air was crisp, and for a moment, you let yourself relax.

From the shadows of the house, Trevor leaned against the doorway, cracking his knuckles. “Okay, Trev. Channel the glory days. Be suave. Be funny. Don’t… burn anything down for real this time.”

He floated closer, eyeing the picnic table in the gazebo. A small decorative lantern sat on the edge of it, its candle flickering gently in the breeze. Trevor grinned. “Perfect. Just a little nudge…”

He focused his energy on the lantern, tipping it ever so slightly until it teetered on the edge. With a faint clatter, it toppled over, landing on the table.

Startled, you turned to the sound, your brows furrowing. “Huh. That’s weird.”

Trevor winced. “Okay, not enough. Gotta amp it up.”

He scanned the area and spotted a small coffee table tablecloth, reminiscent of a napkin, resting next to the lantern. “This’ll do. Time to bring back the classics.” With a concentrated effort, he managed to slide the cloth toward the lantern’s flame, careful not to let it fully ignite.

The edge of the fabric began to smolder, a thin wisp of smoke curling into the air.

You gasped, leaping to your feet. “What the—?”

Trevor grinned, floating back as he waited for recognition to dawn. “Come on, babe. You have to remember this. Napkin fire? Fancy restaurant? Hilarious escape? It’s me!”

You quickly grabbed the mini tablecloth, smothering the tiny ember with your hands. With the danger gone, you sat back down, shaking your head with a bemused smile. “This place is seriously fucking with me.”

But then you paused, your fingers brushing over the singed edge of the cloth. Your smile softened, turning wistful.

“I’m really losing it now,” you muttered, though there was a glimmer of warmth in your eyes. “That’s exactly the kind of thing he’d do…”

Trevor froze, his grin fading as his expression softened. “She remembers,” he whispered.

You leaned back against the bench, holding the fabric in your hands like it was a precious relic. A quiet laugh escaped you, tinged with both joy and sadness. “Trevor, if this is you… God, I miss you.”

Trevor floated closer, his heart aching at the sound of your voice saying his name. He knelt beside you, though he knew you couldn’t see him. “I miss you too, babe. More than anything.”

For a moment, the world felt still. Though you couldn’t see him, and he couldn’t physically touch you, Trevor sat beside you, basking in the quiet connection of the moment.

“I’ll make sure you know it’s me,” he whispered. “No matter what it takes.”

—

The evening had grown dark, the soft hum of crickets filling the air as you stepped out of the car and onto the gravel driveway of Woodstone. The long, flowing dress you’d chosen for dinner swayed gently as you walked toward the front entrance, your heels clicking softly on the steps.

Trevor had been lounging on the staircase banister, idly waiting for you to return. When the door creaked open, he glanced up, his usual grin fading into wide-eyed awe.

“Whoa,” he whispered, standing straighter as he took in the sight of you. “You look… incredible. Like, seriously incredible. Red carpet-level stunning. Damn.”

You closed the door behind you, taking a moment to adjust your coat and shake off the evening chill. The glow from the chandelier overhead illuminated your features, and Trevor floated closer, unable to stop staring.

“Babe, you always looked amazing, but this? This is next-level. If I had a heartbeat, it’d be racing right now.”

Completely oblivious to his presence, you made your way into the sitting room, setting your clutch down on the nearest table. You looked around, pausing as you took in the cozy ambiance of the room. Something about it felt oddly welcoming tonight, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on why.

Trevor, meanwhile, hovered behind you, practically buzzing with excitement. “Okay, Trev, play it cool. She’s in a good mood. Maybe I can nudge something over—like a little love note or a flower. Yeah, that’s romantic. Not weird at all.”

He turned toward a nearby shelf, spotting a vase filled with dried flowers. “Perfect,” he said, focusing his energy on it. “Just a gentle tap…”

But Trevor’s enthusiasm got the better of him. Instead of the vase, he accidentally tipped the entire bookshelf.

“Wait, no! Nononono!” he yelled, trying to stop the shelf mid-fall.

With a thunderous crash, the bookshelf toppled over, sending books and decorative items scattering across the room.

You spun around, eyes wide, your heart pounding in your chest. “What the—”

The shock of the sound, combined with the sudden adrenaline surge, overwhelmed you. A sharp pain gripped your chest, and you staggered backward, clutching at your heart.

Trevor’s excitement immediately turned to panic. “Oh no. No, no, no. Babe, what’s happening? Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay!”

You gasped, trying to steady yourself against the edge of the couch, but your legs gave out. The last thing you saw was the chandelier’s light dimming as you collapsed to the floor.

“No!” Trevor shouted, kneeling beside you. His hands hovered over you, futile in their ghostly form. “Please, don’t… not like this. Don’t leave me again!”

Moments later, the room seemed to shift. A strange warmth filled the air, and Trevor froze, staring at your body. Suddenly, your spirit appeared, standing next to him.

You blinked, disoriented, looking down at your hands and then at your body on the floor. “What… what just happened?”

Trevor’s jaw dropped. “Babe?”

You turned toward the familiar voice, your eyes widening as you saw him standing there, looking exactly as he had the day you’d lost him, just— minus some pants. “Trevor?”

He nodded, his voice trembling. “Yeah, it’s me. I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I swear, I was just trying to—”

But before he could finish, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, tears streaming down your face. “It’s you. It’s really you.”

For the first time in years, Trevor felt solid, real. He held you tightly, his own tears falling freely. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Trevor smiled, a mix of relief and guilt in his expression. “Well, about that… Turns out I’m still pretty good at screwing things up.” He didn’t let go of you for a second, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And for the record? You don’t look a day over 35, hon’.”

“You’re a dork. But at least you’re my dork.” You softly chuckled. “Hey, can you blame me? You’re gonna look like an absolute bombshell for the rest of eternity.”

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

just discovered ur no doubt series and fell in love!! I LOVE the way you write 🙂‍↕️ are we going to see him propose?

HIII thank youuuu i'm so glad you're enjoying it 🥺🫶🏻 and ...do we WANT TO SEE HIM PROPOSE??? i meannn your wish is my command hehe..and plus no doubt!jakey is ALWAYS talking about marrying yn soooo...here's how i see it lolol imma take this casually :) but i feel like it could go one of two ways:

──── NO DOUBT!JAKE PROPOSAL 💍🤍🕊️ ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

- literally out of panic, no plan, no set up - it's soo jakeyn though, just you two─ - it would definitely be a lot later in their relationship..like at least two /three years in? idk what's 'average' nowadays but knowing jake and his simp™ ways, it'd probably be as early as he can (in still a realistic, timely manner, ofc) he just wants to LOCK YOU IN. ASAP. - you two are probably sitting on the living room floor folding laundry. - you both have face sheet masks on, your hair is still damp, all wrapped up in a towel - there's leftover take out on the coffee table and some variety tv show playing on the tv that you're laughing hysterically like an insane person at - and jake is just . - in awe. - and out of no where─ - 'marry me.' - and you look at him with that face you make everytime he says this - (because it's a lot of times) - and he would usually say it like 'i can't wait to marry you' or 'i'm gonna marry you one day' or 'you know i'm gonna marry you, right?' - but never straight up, 'marry me.' - that's new. - so you put down the sock in your hand and lift a brow and you're like 'is this one of those times you're saying you want to marry me again? like this morning because i made you those breakfast pancakes you like?' - and jake is just─first of all, shocked that he said it in the first place because . it just slipped out without thinking - and second of all, he figures─well screw it. i guess there's no better timing than the present right? - so without a word, he just stares at you, wide-eyed, then shakes his head violently, scrambles onto his feet, and sticks his arm right into the deep depth of your couch cushions. - and pulls out a ring box. - and your jaw drops. - your eyes match his own wide ones. - you too are scrambling up to your feet and you look at the ring box in his hand. - then at him. - then at the ring box. - then at him but this time─ - he's on one knee. - 'oh my god.' - 'oh my god, i can't believe im doing this now.' - 'i cant believe you've been hiding a ring inside our couch.' - 'yeah, i didn't know where else to put it, you're kinda really good at ruining all my surpri─okay wait. im getting distracted.' - you're giggling, crouching down to meet the love of your life, one hand cupping his cheek, the other gently going to help him open the box. - you look and the ring, then back at him, and─ - 'wait i havent' even said anything yet, are you already crying?' - 'oh my god, jake hurry up or i'm gonna sob through this entire proposal.' - a couple cracked voices, sobs, & face sheets fallen off your faces later... - you say yes - of course .

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[ivysprophecy]

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word count; 1644

summary; turning off your phone and shutting out the world isnt the best way to handle your problems but its what you do. and jjs had enough of it.

warnings; i dont think there is any? mentions of anxiety attacks? tagging @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

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"well hey there stranger"

i turn from my book to look behind me, seeing the boy id been actively avoiding for the past two days. carrying his surf board.

i shouldve remembered he'd come here to surf. i just wouldn't have guessed this early in the morning.

"hey jayj."

"oh thats all i get? 'hey'? no 'i miss you so much'?" he sets his board in the sand taking a seat next to me on my blanket.

guess im not finishing my book today. "oh my god jj! youre here! ive been dyingggg to talk to you! i cant believe youre really in here in the flesh! there. better?"

"oh dont be like that- cmon mama whatd i do?" i feel bad with the genuine concern on his face.

okay was ghosting him out of nowhere awful of me? probably. i just didnt know what else to do.

after that night at the bonfire i realized that with my feelings for him growing it wasnt a good idea for us to continue our casual... something. it played with both our emotions. it isnt fair to either of us.

especially after his 'i love you'. that really did it in for me.

"you didnt do anything jj. trust. i just... ive been in a funk. needed some me time thats all."

"well... do you still need your 'me time'?" he looked so hopeful. how could i say yes? where jj maybank is concerned ill easily fold every time. "cause you havent answered my texts so i couldn't ask you to surf with me this morning."

"... i dont have my board. but i suppose i can hang out with you for a little while."

"im honored," he smiles laying back on his elbows, "but really. are you good? i like to think i know you pretty well and this whole MIA thing was not normal."

turning to face him more, i sigh, what the fuck am i supposed to say? 'yea im just so in love with you i cant be around you' yea that would go over really well.

"i dont know. just gotta lot of stuff goin on. you dont have to worry though. im good."

"well do ya wanna talk about it?"

"trust me jay you dont wanna hear about my problems. theyre trivial at best."

"what are friends for if not for listening?" he nudges me with his shoulder urging me to talk. i really dont think i can do this. i was not prepared.

"youre not a very good listener," i point out, to which he immediately takes faux offense. jaw dropped and everything.

"oh thats just not true! i can listen!"

i run a hand through my tangled hair in frustration. this cannot be how i tell him. it just cant. i came here to get away from thinking about this and now hes right here in front of me acting so unserious while im spiraling.

"jj i really appreciate how eager you are to help me but its really not necessary. i didnt really prepare myself and its just too much-"

"prepare yourself? mama what the fuck are you talking about? does this have to do with that night after the bonfire? i mean obviously it does who am i kidding you havent talked to me since then. did i do something wrong? was- was it bad?" he leans in closer, lowering his voice thats laced with worry and guilt.

oh my god that is the absolute last thing i expected him to say. shit i really fucked this up. and honestly just not true.

"what? no! no jj you didnt do anything wrong and it was perfect. promise," i try to reassure him but i know deep down hes gonna over think this whole thing if i dont tell him straight up

i may love him but i never said he was the brightest in the bunch.

"okay so whats the problem?"

"the problem is that it was perfect," i cant help but let out a sigh before hiding my face in my hands as the words leave my mouth.

god my heart is racing, im not ready for this conversation. maybe if i pass out i wont have to. yea if he has to call an ambulance then we can avoid this all together. but an ambulance is also like five grand so...

shit.

"... youre mad at me because you had a good time?" his face contorted in a weird fixture of confusion.

"no! no- god youre so dense sometimes!"

"mama i dont have a fucking clue what youre saying! how does that make me stupid??"

i hide my face in my hands again trying to compose myself because what the fuck kind of confession is this?

"jj im avoiding you because ive been developing feelings for you and i cannot in good conscience keep being so casual with you and sleeping with you knowing this and i know that you do not want anything serious so i figured id just make it easier for the both of us and just take myself out of the situation entirely so that nothing bad happens and i cannot stop fucking talking so please for the love of god say something or do something because i feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest and-"

oh my god im getting my book moment. he just kissed me to make me stop talking!!! oh my god hes kissing me.

is this where i kiss him back?

of course i kiss him back!! what the fuck!!? and oh my lord does it feel nice, so so so nice.

the way his tongue presses against mine, the way he cups my jaw and pulls me close to him. it was slow and confident and loving and everything he knows i like. his hands find my hips like muscle memory, pulling our bodies together, eventually having me on his lap. where he takes my hands and places them on his chest so i can feel his chest rise and fall with deep breaths.

“… mama you need to learn to breathe.”

“that’s not funny right now jj. im actively having an anxiety attack, horrible thing to say really."

"what're you so anxious about? i think we're havin' a pretty calm conversation, dont you?"

"i mean yea- but thats not-" he interrupts me while shaking his head with a shrug.

"listen, i get why youre a little nervous to say that, all things considered. but i thought it was pretty obvious i was into you, i just didnt wanna push you because you made your boundaries clear so i just took what i could get."

my eyes bug out of my head in shock. am i the dense one? i mean yea hes a really good kisser and i can feel he cares deeply about me when we do stuff and makes me feel safe and supported but that doesnt mean-

yea im stupid. he all but outright said it. actually he has. thats what started this panic.

"... okay yea- maybe. but you agreed they were a good idea so i figured that meant you wanted them there too. and i dont know- it just kind of got overwhelming and i didnt wanna be one of those girls who expects something huge after sex so... you know what i mean? and truthfully youre not what i expected for me."

"what does that mean?" his face showed a little offense.

"i just mean- ya know. for one i didnt expect to love my best friend. and then on top of that i didnt think id love a guy who was a treasure hunting, or- adrenaline junkie i should say."

he leans back putting some space between us, "is that supposed to be a bad thing?

"no! no jay im not saying this right- i-... youre a fighter and youre adventurous- a lot of things im not. if that makes sense. all im sayin is a few years ago i wouldnt have expected to be here. but i like it here. love it here even," i smile at him teasingly trying to ease his worries. the last thing i need is to say the wrong thing right now.

"so what youre saying is that you love me?"

"youre such an idiot."

'but do ya? because i think you do mama."

i roll my eyes chuckling, "yea. yea i do maybank," i press a small kiss to his cheek leaning back into him.

"does this mean youll let me make you a maybank mama?" his eyebrow was quirked up as he teases his question.

"lets not get ahead of ourselves. how about we take this slow?"

he looks down at my button up shirt i was wearing over my bikini to shield me from the ocean breeze, and i could tell he was debating taking it off of me. giving me that same look he always does.

"slow? mama i dont think we're gonna be too good at that."

"all 'm sayin is we dont have to jump the gun, we both admitted it, doesnt mean we gotta change the way we act or announce it or nothing. we can just enjoy this ourselves ya know?"

"you embarrassed of me mama?"

"not at all baby, just want you all to myself. is that too much to ask for?"

he shakes his head leaning up against me, our faces inches apart, "nah i dont think so. i like the sound of that."

i meet him the rest of the way pressing his lips to mine, smiling into it. pulling him as close as humanly possible. i need him under mind skin, in my blood, you know?

"i do too, so we agree? we'll keep this between us for now?"

"whatever you want mama. yes maam."