#I just think…… they should hook up or fake date and then fight and then aiden sings

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

but like a band au where aiden is the main singer and harvard is on bass but they’re literally just alex turner and miles kane doing gay things on stage. it’s kind of a need

[darnell-la]

FRIENDS & CUFFS

summary: y/n has only been curious about Eddie’s handcuffs after they began dating. she wondered why he never used them on her, and at first, long told her she didn’t know anything about that life. she soon found out that Eddie had a lot to teach her.

warnings: quick friends to lovers storyline, making out, fem receiving oral from male, reader weakens after orgasm, slight innocent reader, drug dealer Eddie (not really mentioned), rough sex, bondage (Eddie’s handcuffs/chains), missionary, doggy, no protection, crying, whining, a lot of male noises, pet names, chocking, etc.

note: we haven’t done an Eddie Munson fan fiction in a while. we still love him, so, there will be more. more stranger things in general. you see what I did there? — nevermind.

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Steve nearly asked Eddie every day since he graduated, when he was going to make a move on y/n. He hated watching the two drink and get close, yet never make a move.

When people would ask them if they were together, or assume, anyone could tell they the nervousness entered the room.

Not too long ago, y/n and Eddie finally made a move. It seemed so perfect how they both leaned in to feel each other’s lips.

“I think we should stop — You’re drunk, and it’s getting late,” Eddie whispered after y/n stopped fake fighting on top of him. “What if I won’t want to sleep just yet?” Y/n asked, a bit shy, but the alcohol in her body, helped her gain confidence.

“You’re drinks, princess, and I’m not. I don’t want you to regret this, and mess our friendship up,” Eddie said, really wanting to taste her, but she was afraid of showing what he’s been wanting to do with her.

“A kiss could never ruin our friendship, Eddie,” y/n said, slightly sounding desperate as her eyes could barely stay open. “Wanna do more than just kiss you, y/n,” Eddie admitted.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at what her best friend said. She thought she was the only one who wanted to experiment with him. She felt nasty, but now, she felt loose.

The two both crashed on each other’s lips, making g out rough but passionate. None of them have kissed like this before. They would’ve never mixed their saliva like this with anyone, but because it’s them, they wanted to do much more.

The night ended with y/n halfway passed out, and Eddie’s face resting on y/n’s thigh, dripping juice from y/n’s throbbing heat. “So good for me — I wanna get used to this,”

Now, the two are dating, happier than ever, but y/n has been curious lately. She didn’t pay much attention when they were just friends, but now that they’re dating, she thought about Eddie’s handcuffs.

Most partners would be jealous, but y/n? She was curious. She thought to herself plenty of times how he would use them on her, and why he hadn’t done it yet. They’ve only been sexual for a short time, but if he were kinky like that, why wouldn’t he mention it?

“You good, sweetheart?” Eddie asked after turning to his girlfriend who seemed to be daydreaming. “Yeah, I was just thinking,” y/n said, not knowing if she should bring this up as a conversation so soon her their relationship.

“What is it? What were you thinking about?” The metalhead asked as he leaned back on his bed, taking his eyes off the weed he was pre-rolling for his rich customers who couldn’t do it on their own.

“So, uh — I noticed the handcuffs, and I was curious,” y/n said as she stared at the cuffs that were basically chains, dangling from a hook in his wall. She knew that had to be for something sexual.

“Hey, y/n, look — I swear on my uncle, I’ve never used them in anyone, and never planned to. I just liked the thought of them near me. I’ve even thought about you in them,” Eddie spoke quietly, a bit embarrassed by his truth.

“Oh, wait, I wasn’t jealous or anything. I just was curious on why you didn’t use them on me yet,” y/n said, making Eddie's eyes widen. For the longest, he had thought y/n was innocent, and she was. She was just open-minded when it came to her boyfriend.

“You’re not ready for that, princess,” Eddie chuckled lightly. “Why not?” Y/n asked, a bit offended as she crossed her arms. “Being restrained means you can’t do anything. I don’t think that it’s a good idea to put you in something like that, knowing you’d wanna get out,”

“What do you mean, want to get out? I can take it,” y/n said, only making the man laugh. “You can’t even take me slow in doggy. What makes you think you can take me deep up front with your pretty hands cuffed?”

Eddie shifted in the bed to cup y/n’s chin, slightly teasing her because they both knew she wasn’t a taker. Especially with his length.

“I-I can take it — It’s not even that bad,” y/n said, making Eddie throw himself back onto his bed with a loud laugh, knowing his uncle wasn’t home to tell him to shut the hell up.

“What!? You’re mean as fuck, you know?” Y/n said as she kept her arms crossed. “Oh, really, baby? I’m sorry, it’s just — You’re a comedian,” Eddie kept laughing, only making y/n roll her eyes.

“C’mon, I’m just pullin’ your tit, baby,” Eddie leaned up to hug y/n, but she moved away. “Babe, don’t start this. I was just kidding,” Eddie tried hugging y/n again, but this time she pushed him away. Of course, not too hard. She was just being dramatic.

“And, that’s why we can’t do what you wanna do. You can’t even handle being picked on a little bit,” Eddie said as he pushed at y/n’s shoulder lightly, slightly feeling bad for what he did.

“Whatever, I’ll be fine,” y/n said, making y/n sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Fine — We can use em, but ion wanna hear none of that cryin', okay?” Eddie jumped off of the bed to get his handcuffs that had dust all over them.

“Really?” Y/n asked, a bit excited, but knowing she wouldn’t be too excited soon. “Ah huh, but only one rule,” Eddie said with a smirk as he untangled the chains. “Yeah?” Y/n innocently asked, not knowing how quick of a turn this would take.

“The only thing stopping me, is our safe word,” before y/n could agree with a smile, Eddie lunged at her, grabbing her quest roughly to cuff them as quick as possible.

“Hey,” y/n said with an eye roll, not knowing he’d get in the mood this fast. “Not a word from you, princess. Let’s see how good you think you can take it,” Eddie said as he placed the chains where they needed to be.

Seeing y/n in this sight, made him harder than he thought he could get. She was always beautiful, but seeing her innocent body slightly retrained, knowing she was actually ready for what was coming, made him want to burst then and there.

“Always thought about tying you up at school. I was a little perv-nerd when it came to you, princess. You always looked and smelled so good — Had to keep myself from throwing you in my van with your hands and legs tied,”

Eddie was in an emotion he couldn’t control. He was either not sure about putting his pretty girl through this, or he was getting too dark to the point he would black out and not remember anything he’d do to her tonight.

“Pretties thighs — Pretties body — Pretties fucking face,” Eddie slightly growled as he gripped y/n’s face. The younger girl whined with huge eyes, feeling her heat get wet.

“I know, baby — Hearts probably rising. Maybe a hint of fear, knowing you can’t get loose — Don’t worry. You know, I’ll take good care of you,”

Eddie quickly began tugging on y/n’s clothes until parts of her showed more than before. She had already had her night dress in, so exposing her bra-covered breast was easy.

“You sure you want this y/n because, fuck — I won’t be able to stop myself,” Eddie warned as he climbed on top of y/n, pulling her dress up as she slightly moved at his cold hands grazing her skin.

“U-Use me — Please,” y/n stuttered, not knowing if she should’ve said it. “What’s the safe word?” Eddie asked in a stern tone. “Red,” y/n said, feeling her heart raise. This was actually happening, and she only had to question him once.

“Good girl,” Eddie grunted as he reached into his jeans to pull himself out. “And, that’s the only thing I wanna hear from you tonight,” Eddie said as he pulled y/n’s panties to the side.

“I-I’ll try,” y/n spoke, making Eddie shake his head with a chuckle. “You’re always doing a terrible job. Just means I’ll have to start off rough,” before anything, Eddie doubly pushed through y/n’s walls, causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Yeah? You feel that? Feel how deep I am inside of you? I told you doggy would be the only position you could truly handle — This is next level,” Eddie couldn’t stop but grin down at the struggles woman.

“S-So much,” y/n whined low, only making Eddie shush her. “Nah uh, what did I say? Didn’t I say to keep that pretty mouth closed? Hm? — You’re the one who wanted this, so accept the journey,”

Eddie grabbed both sides of y/n’s waist before pushing down onto the mattress. Y/n knew he was positioning himself to fuck her rough. He’s never gone too rough, but she asked for it tonight.

“Hush it up, princess — You wanted it,” Eddie continued saying as he pounded down into y/n, going the deepest he could get at the start of his session. After being handcuffed, there would be no room for taking it slow.

“E-Eddie,” y/n cried out as she pulled one of her restraints. At times, she’d forget that she wouldn’t be able to get out. “Wanna break free? Keep trying, princess — Makes this so much hotter,” Eddie growled with a smile, looking down at the way y/n pulled on the chains.

“This is the tightest you’ve ever been — The way you’re soaking around me, only makes me closer,” Eddie felt himself twitch. He didn’t want to cum this quick, but it didn’t matter. He’s always been able to keep going.

“Eddie- Eddie, you — The condoms. You forgot the condoms,” y/n took forever to say what she was trying to say. “Oh, really? Guess that’s your luck, hm?” Eddie leaned in front of y/n’s face.

Deep down, Eddie felt bad for slipping into her without protection. He had completely forgotten, but he didn’t want to get out of character. He had to somehow make sure y/n was 100% with what was going on.

“Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me. Tell me!” Eddie slightly yelled as he snapped his hips, wanting to keep his work going. He could feel the way she fluttered around him. She was so close.

“Too much, Eds — I’m gonna cum,” y/n made the mistake of telling him how close she was. “And, you want me to stop? When you’re so close? C’mon,” Eddie leaned into y/n’s ear so she could hear his groans better.

The room was filled with wet slaps, whining, growling, and a bunch is cuss words from Eddie. He couldn’t keep himself together. This situation was too much for him. He was going to explode.

“E-Eddie, slow down — Please,” y/n tried begging the man, but he wouldn’t listen. Why would he? She hadn’t used the safe word yet. “Want me to slow down?” Eddie asked as he leaned up.

“Yes, yes,” y/n huffed, surprised he actually slowed down. She had thought he got soft, but little did she know, he was just getting a short break. “Want me to be nicer? Take it easy on you?” He asked as he softly placed his hands around her neck.

“Please-“ y/n was cut off by the grip of his hands. “Then you asked the wrong one to chain you up, sweetheart,” Eddie spat before he began slamming into her, making the young lady cry out instantly.

“E-Eds! C-Can’t anymore — I can’t!” Y/n kicked and arched her back, trying to control herself, but her cunt continued to squeeze around Eddie, only assuring him that he was doing exactly what she wanted. Using her.

“That’s it — Keep struggling — You’re going nowhere, and this isn’t even the beginning — I have so many loads I’ve been wanting to empty into you,” Eddie tightened his grip a bit more to hear her struggle for air.

For a second, Eddie thought he might have been going too far tonight. Quickly handcuffing her, saying mean things, pinning her down, and fucking get rougher than he’s ever done.

The only thing that helped him was her words. She never once came close to the word red. She would’ve said it by now, and she would never come to him later and say she was uncomfortable. Y/n wasn’t like that.

That’s how Eddie knew y/n probably enjoyed this more than him. She loved faking that she needed him to stop. He even saw a small pour from her when he slowed down a few minutes ago.

“C-Cumming — Cunming,” y/n’s body stiffened before she shook. “That’s it- That’s it — Fucking take it,” the older man growled as he pounded her, wanting her juice to splash anywhere it could.

“Ian stoppin’ either, baby — Told you to keep that fucking mouth shut, didn’t I?” Eddie asked, but y/n didn’t answer. Her eyes were landing everywhere but on him. She felt out of it already.

“Didn’t I!?” The man shouted as he shook y/n by her neck to catch her attention. “S-Sorry,” tears streamed from her eyes, upset at herself for not taking it like she swore she could.

Right as Eddie went to assure her that she was fine, she spoke, shocking him.

“I-I’ll be good, I promise. Please cum in me. D-Don’t pull out and punish me,” she cried. “I’ll do anything, Eds, just- Please, use me,”

“Jesus’s H. Christ,” Eddie huffed as he pulled out. He quickly turned his girlfriend around, knowing the chains were long enough for her to be comfortable. He took no time to push back in her, roughly, with a warning.

Y/n wanted to speak out loud to thank him, he she kept quiet. She wanted to be good like she promised.

“You’re just a slut, y/n — A dirty fucking slut, and I knew it from how you dressed at parties — You always got drunk before you sat on my lap, facing me- Dragging that pretty pussy across my clothes cock — Swore you even stained my jeans, once,”

Y/n whined, happy that he noticed his much she wanted him before they got together. Yeah, a bit of embarrassment was felt, but the thought of being caught was what made her close to another orgasm.

“You’re in for a ride with me, princess. Especially after I coat these walls,”

[rotthepoet]

Bsf!theo casually being your secret hookup friend and makes it really obvious but also denies it too anyone who asks 🤡

MWAH‼️ (thats me kissing your clever brain because i love it)

I think it would begin as an actual genuine friendship. You two just get along so well, studying together, sitting by each other in the great hall, gossiping and giggling as one does. Theo just adores you, you’re the light of his life tbh

But i mean. You have needs. He has needs. It happens for the first time after a late night smoke sesh. You’re laughing and joking around and you’re play fighting. Start shoving each other around, all fun and games. You end up on your back, Theo on top of you. And like. It’s all silent for a minute. Just a minute. Then just… you both feel the energy shift and you’re making out on the floor. Its messy and he’s groping you, feeling everything he can, kissing down your neck, and really one thing leads to another and you’re in his bed taking it doggy style.

And yeah, It was really just supposed to be a one time thing. Nothing should change. You were just high and horny at the same time, it’s not weird unless you make it weird.

But then… it just… keeps happening.

And neither of you are in any rush to stop it.

Lets take a pause, just one moment please and thank you. I just want to say I think Theodore has a very high sex drive. Gets his mind off things, considers it a workout, and it just feels good. He is a gorgeous man, so its not hard to find willing partners but something just hits harder here. Maybe its the thrill of sneaking around. The knowledge that he’s fucking his friend on the regular and then pretending it never happened.

He stops seeing as many people- obvs not cutting everyone off because hes a bit of a man whore(he doesn’t want you to get sick of him)- and he doesnt even realize it. He just… likes you more than all his other hoes🙏

Anyways! Its kinda obvious that Theo and you have something going on. Prolonged glances at each other, biting your lip at him, him grazing his hands over your hips while he whispers something in your ear that makes you blush. Man goes out of his way to “subtly” slap your ass.

Its Draco and his big mouth that say anything first. Their whole crew is sitting in the Common Room, just idly chatting and playing cards. When conversation eventually gets stale, Draco sits back and looks Theodore dead in the eyes. “Nott, are you dating that… “friend” of yours?”

And he means it in a cheeky teasing way. Because how can Theodore Nott, local playboy, be settling down?

And Draco expected a solid “yes, and what of it?”

He didn’t expect the most casual “nah” anyone could muster.

And heads turn, Blaise raising a brow because he was certain you and Theo were an official item. Questions begin rising, and Theo just shrugs them all off like its all rumors.

“So you aren’t hooking up with them?”

Nope

“Youre really just that touchy? It came out of no where.”

Dunno, mate, shit happens and people change.

And he’s biting back a smirk because his mind is on you again and suddenly he’s faking a yawn and excusing himself to many protests. He misses your body(he misses you he misses you so bad its genuinely such a distressing feeling in his chest when he cant see you all day)

He swallows all those feelings though. Youre just a friend.. with benefits? Just a friend with benefits. Nothing more. He doesn’t even like tear up a little bit when you play with his hair after he finishes. Like. Its not that deep.(it is that deep. Its so deep. Its miles deep. Hes so down bad.)

And its not like hes ever going to admit it. Hes just gonna keep hooking up with you and pushing those feelings away.

Swallowing those feelings won’t stop him from punching some dude for dancing a little too close to you at a party, though.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

maybe where Chad and reader are dating but she’s been hooking up with ethan and one day Chad comes home early and sees reader and Ethan hooking up and he starts yelling at reader and him and Ethan eventually end up fighting (verbally, physically or both) and Chad packs his shit and leaves but it just ends with some angst between Ethan and reader at the end with reader wanting to end all communication with Ethan but he refuses and maybe he confesses his love

Hi, this is so messy, I hope you like it lmao

Paper Hearts - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: When you and Chad break up, you hook up with Ethan. You think the relationship is done, until Chad tries to convince you that you should give him another chance,

Contains: Angst - violence, yelling. Smut - Oral(f!recieving), p in v. Cheating reader. (Please let me know if I missed anything:)

A/N: This is possibly the messiest thing I've ever written. Eeeek.

Your relationship with Chad wasn’t the best. He used to be so affectionate and so sweet, until he asked you to move in with him and Ethan. That’s when all the fighting started, and it seemed like Chad was never home, always leaving you alone with Ethan.

You’d try to express your feelings to Chad, and wanted a better understanding of his because it got to the point where it didn’t even feel like he was your boyfriend anymore. You two would sleep in the same bed, but he always stayed on his side, never cuddling up to you like he did before. Once your very active sex life turned into it happening once every few weeks, and always ended in you faking your orgasms just to get it over with, you knew the relationship was over. It was just a waiting game for one of you to break up with the other, but you enjoyed all the time you got to spend with Ethan, so you knew you weren’t going to be the one to end things.

Then one night, it finally happened. Chad had just gotten home from his late class when you were in the kitchen making dinner with Ethan. He noticed your sweet laugh the second he walked through the door, the one that he hadn’t heard in months. He sighed loud enough to make his presence known, as you and Ethan turned to face him.

“Hey babe, can we talk?” You tensed up at Chad’s words, Ethan did too. You knew where the conversation was going to go, the defeated look on his face making it obvious.

“Yeah,” you sighed, before turning to Ethan. His sad eyes met yours as you pointed to the food on the stove. “This will be done in a few minutes. Don’t burn it.”

He laughed softly, nodding his head as he watched you walk away with Chad.

After a few minutes of silence in the apartment, Ethan heard Chad raise his voice at you. He jumped a little when he heard it, because he’s never heard him talk to you like that before. He was fuming as he took the food off the stove, remembering that you asked him not to burn it.

“You don’t even treat me like I’m your boyfriend anymore! You have no problem being close to Ethan though. What the fuck is up with that?” Chad’s loud voice was echoing off the walls in his room, as you started to get mad.

“Are you accusing me of something?” you questioned, cocking your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I am. I think you have a thing for my roommate,” he said, “Don’t even try to deny it.”

“Oh, so he actually speaks to me and spends time with me, something that YOU neglect to do, so I must be cheating, huh?” you snapped, “There’s nothing going on!”

“I know there’s nothing going on. Ethan would never do that to me, but you…I’m not so sure anymore. You’re always flirting, you have your stupid little inside jokes. You light up whenever you see him. What’s the point for us to keep doing this when your heart is somewhere else?” he asked, his face softening a little as he looked at you. “Maybe we should look into you moving out.”

“You’ve been unhappy in this relationship ever since I moved in. Maybe it is for the best,” you sighed, wiping a stray tear off your cheek. “My heart hasn’t been somewhere else, but if you really feel that way, we really do just need to break up.”

“Fine,” he said, “I’m going to the gym to blow off some steam. We’ll talk about you moving out when I get back.”

You sat on his bed for a few more minutes, giving him plenty of time to leave before you walked back out to the kitchen. Ethan noticed your somber expression when you walked up to him, so he pulled you into a hug to comfort you.

“Did you two break up?” he asked, as you nodded into his chest. “I’m going to miss making dinner with you every night.”

You laughed a little as you pulled away, “You know he accused me of wanting to be with you?”

Ethan’s cheeks started to turn red as he tried to laugh it off, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, he said you’d never do that to him, but he thinks I would,” you rolled your eyes as you thought back to the conversation.

“I didn’t like the way he was yelling at you,” Ethan said, grabbing two plates out of the cabinet. “You deserve someone that’s going to treat you better than that.”

“I know I do. I wish Chad would’ve pulled his head out of his ass and realized that, but it’s too late now,” you sighed, adding some food to your plate.

“I think you’re amazing, and anyone would be lucky to have you,” he said, grabbing some food as well. “Do you think you’d ever give him another chance?”

You laughed at the question, as you sat down at the table. “I don’t think so. He isn’t affectionate with me, he doesn’t like to spend time with me, and I’m sick of faking orgasms.”

Ethan started to choke on his food at your confession, as your cheeks heated up from the TMI you just spilled.

“Sorry, it just slipped out,” you said, jumping up to grab him something to drink.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, his voice hoarse from the coughing as he took a sip of the water you’d handed him. “I can’t believe he doesn’t make you cum.”

There was this sexual tension building in the air as you stared at each other. You quickly looked down to your plate, moving your food around with your fork.

“Some guys don’t care about making sure the girl enjoys it, I guess.”

“Some guys do, though. Some guys get enjoyment out of making a girl cum over and over again,” he said, his eyes still not leaving you.

Sweet, shy, innocent Ethan was staring you down like you were his prey in that moment. You felt the throbbing sensation between your legs get stronger by the second, before he finally took his eyes off you. You thought he was attractive, but you’d never admit that because you were respectful of your relationship with Chad. Now that things were over, you were starting to realize how much you really did want Ethan, and Chad wasn’t so wrong after all.

“Maybe one day I’ll find a guy that’ll want to do that for me,” you nervously laughed, as he turned to look at you again.

“You have one right in front of you.” He smirked as he watched you get flustered, squirming in your seat. “Only if you want me to, though.”

The corner of your bottom lip went in between your teeth as you thought about it. Technically, you were single, so you could do whatever you wanted. But Chad and Ethan were so close, and if he found out, their friendship would be over. You also feared what Chad would do to Ethan, knowing that he can be a little hot-headed sometimes.

“What if Chad finds out?” you asked, as Ethan started to smile. He stood up from the table and walked over to you.

“He won’t.”

He took your hand and led you to his room, not wanting to waste any of the time you’d have together. Chad was going to be gone for at least another hour, and Ethan knew that was plenty of time to make you feel good.

He sat on his bed beside you, before leaning in to kiss you. You were so desperate for the affection you’d been craving for so long that it quickly escalated. He pushed you back onto the bed as he crawled on top of you, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip to deepen the kiss. You let him, gasping into his mouth as his tongue skillfully worked against yours.

After a few minutes, he pulled away to look at you.

“We don’t have a lot of time, let’s make the most of it.” He pulled his shirt over his head as you sat up to pull yours off. You reached around to unhook your bra, as Ethan took in all the newly exposed skin. “Fuck,” he said lowly, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He pushed you back again, his hand going to massage the breast he wasn’t already giving attention to, before alternating to the other side.

He was sucking hard on your nipple as he pulled away, the soft popping sound making you squirm even more underneath him.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” he said, his lips starting to trail down your stomach. Your breathing got heavier the closer he got to where you needed him. “You’re sure this is okay?” he asked, stopping at the top of the jeans you were wearing.

“Mhm,” you said, smiling as he undid the button and slid them down your thighs.

Once they were off, he started to trail kisses up your leg, starting at your ankle. When he made it to your thigh, his teeth started to graze against your skin. You were a whimpering mess as he teased you.

“I thought we didn’t have a lot of time,” you said, as he started to laugh a little.

“You’re right,” he said, sliding your panties down your thighs and tossing them on the floor. “Relax, baby. I want you to enjoy this.”

The second his tongue glided across your clit, your hands went to his hair. You looked down to see him looking at you, taking in all the little things your face did as his tongue kept moving.

“Mmm, that feels so fucking good,” you whimpered, as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

He hummed around it, the sensation making your legs start to involuntarily shake. One of his fingers went to your entrance, sliding it in as his eyes stayed on yours.

“More,” you begged, as he slid in a second finger. He started to brush them against that special spot inside you, the feeling making you whine. “Fuck, just like that.”

He watched your bottom lip go in between your teeth as you attempted to suppress your sounds, but he wanted to hear you. His fingers started to press harder, the moans starting to fly out of your mouth straight to his aching cock. He slid his fingers out as you whined at the loss of contact, before he moved his mouth down, his tongue dipping inside your dripping core.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled against you, as your hips started to move against his mouth.

As his tongue kept moving, he put two of his fingers against your clit, rubbing quick circles as your whines started to get louder.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” you whimpered, feeling that knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

He pulled his mouth away and replaced it with his fingers, moving them fast against that spot inside of you as you fell apart in front of him.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my fingers,” he groaned, feeling your walls tighten.

Once your body stopped shaking, he slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking your release off them. You whimpered at the sight, as he smirked at you.

You were glowing from the orgasm, the first one you didn’t have to give yourself for the last several months. He started to lean down, wanting to make you cum again when you stopped him.

“Wait, Ethan…I need you to fuck me,” you said, as his dark eyes connected with yours. “Chad will be home soon.”

“Okay, baby,” he said, standing up to take his jeans off. Your gawked at his size the second his cock sprang free from the confines of his boxers. “Think you can take it?”

You nodded, before he walked to his nightstand and grabbed a condom out of the top drawer. He rolled it on before crawling back between your legs, leaning down to kiss you as he gently inched himself in.

You moaned against his mouth, the full feeling making your head spin.

“You’re so tight,” he mumbled against your lips. “This pussy is perfect. I can’t believe Chad didn’t take care of it.”

“That’s what I have you for, right?” you joked as he started to move inside you.

“I promise you you’ll never have to fake it again as long as you’re fucking me,” he said, gasping at how well you were taking him. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

You did as he said, the new angle making it easy for him to hit the spongy spot inside you. He stayed close to you, his chest almost pressing against yours as he kissed you.

“You gonna let me fuck you again after today?” he asked, his hips moving faster.

“Yes,” you whimpered, as one of your hands went down to rub circles on your clit. “It feels so fucking good.”

He started to pound into you, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room as he brought you closer to the edge.

“I think someone’s getting close,” he teased, noticing your whimpers getting higher. Your hips started to meet his as you chased your orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Use my cock to get off.”

His words sent you over the edge, your legs jolting around his waist as you cried out. His pace started to slow as he lazily fucked you through it, his own orgasm creeping up.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his breathing shaky as he leaned down to kiss you again. He released into the condom, taking a sharp breath as he stilled inside you. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

You nodded as he slid out, a goofy smile on your lips.

“I hate to rush you, but we need to get dressed,” he sighed, as he scooted off the side of the bed and took the condom off. He grabbed your hand and helped pull you off the bed, before grabbing your jeans and panties. He handed them to you as you stood naked in front of him. He was getting hard again as he thought about how good you felt, when his mind started to wander. “Can we really do this again?”

“What, you think you’re going to fuck me like that and I’m not going to come back for more?” you smiled, putting your panties back on. “We already know Chad’s schedule. We can sneak around without him finding out. I’ll just come over when he won’t be here.”

“I almost wish you didn’t have to move out. I’d love to do this with you every day.”

When Chad came home from the gym and saw you and Ethan sitting at the table finishing your food, you noticed the sad look on his face. He’d been doing a lot of thinking while he was working out, and he knew he wasn’t ready to just let you go. He sat down beside you as Ethan sat across from you. You kept exchanging glances with Ethan as Chad wrapped his arm around you.

“I’m sorry about earlier. Can we talk about it?” Chad asked, as Ethan started to get up from the table.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Ethan said, walking around the corner to the hallway that led to his room.

“What is there to talk about?” you asked, as Chad sighed.

“I just think we need to try to see if this can work. I’ll spend more time with you, I’ll treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I love you, and I don’t want this to end because I’m just being an idiot,” he said, as you noticed Ethan’s head poke around the corner. Chad was busy staring a whole into the table and didn’t notice his best friend, the curly haired boy mouthing a ‘Say yes’. You gave him a confused look as he smirked at you.

“I don’t know if I can, Chad,” you sighed, hearing the door of Ethan’s room shut faintly down the hall.

“Please, baby. I’m sorry about all the shit I said about you and Ethan. I know you wouldn’t do that,” he sighed, “I really want to make this right, and I don’t want you to move out.”

The wheels in your head started to turn as you thought about it. You’d still be able to spend time with Ethan whenever you wanted, which you wouldn’t be able to do if you moved out. You were feeling a little guilty as you weighed your options, but the way you were already craving Ethan again made your decision easy.

“We can try,” you said softly, a huge grin forming on Chad’s face.

“Really?” he asked, leaning in to kiss you.

“Yes,” you mumbled against his lips.

Chad was really trying to get back to a good spot with you. He started to spend a little more time at home, which Ethan wasn’t very happy about. You still found time to do the things you wanted to do with him, though, from quickies when Chad was asleep, to dropping to your knees and sucking Ethan’s cock when Chad was in class.

Your boyfriend was trying so hard, which made you really start to feel guilty for the things you’d been doing with Ethan. You started to leave whenever Chad did, not wanting the sexual temptation as you tried to sort your feelings out. You loved Chad, but the attraction you had to Ethan and the way he made you feel, and not just in the bedroom, was constantly running through your mind.

As you once again stood in the kitchen with Ethan, attempting to make dinner, you felt his hands wrap around your waist. His lips started to trail along your neck, the feeling making you lean into him.

“Chad won’t be home for a while,” you said, as he smirked against your neck.

“I was starting to think you didn’t want me to fuck you anymore,” he whispered, as he started to rub your pussy over your shorts. “Why have you been holding out on me?”

“Because it’ll kill Chad if he ever finds out,” you said, your breathing getting heavier as he touched you. “Don’t you feel bad? Even a little?”

“The only think I feel bad about is that you actually want to be with him, and that you still love him.”

He moved to press his hard cock against your ass as he trailed his hands under the material of your shorts, rubbing your clit over your panties.

Ethan was a little upset about how everything had been playing out. He hoped that when you agreed to give Chad another chance, he’d just keep fucking up and you’d still have all the alone time you wanted with each other. After he noticed Chad actually trying with you, and watching you get that little spark back in your relationship, he started to get really jealous. He’d always had feelings for you, even before you started dating Chad. He felt like he was stepping up to make you happy in a lot of the areas Chad was lacking in before the two of you ever hooked up, hoping that you’d someday realize he was the one you were meant to be with.

Once his fingers dipped inside your panties and ran over your soaked pussy, you reached across the stove to turn everything off.

“Let’s go to your room,” you said, whimpering as he rubbed circles over your clit.

“What if I want to fuck you right here?” he questioned, his fingers moving faster against you. A low moan slipped past your lips. “I’ll bend you over the table and fuck that perfect pussy.”

“Fuck, okay. We need to be quick, though,” you said, as he pulled his hand out of your shorts.

You slid your panties and shorts down your thighs as he ran to his room to grab a condom. He was unbuckling his belt as he walked back into the kitchen.

“Here, bend over just like this,” he said, angling your body the way he wanted it. You waited in anticipation as he slid his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs and rolled the condom on.

He soon eased himself inside of you, his cock stretching your walls as you moaned at the feeling. He started to thrust, not knowing how much time he had until Chad would be walking through the door.

“Please, baby. I need you to go faster,” you whined, your chest pressed against the table as he began to pound into you. His hands were roaming your hips and ass as you just kept moaning, your sounds and the sharpness of the skin slapping bouncing off the walls.

You didn’t hear the front door being unlocked or opening over the noises you were making. As soon as Chad heard it, as soon as he heard you, he felt this deep rage building inside his chest as he turned the corner to walk in the kitchen.

“What the fuck is this?!” he yelled, as Ethan pulled out, a shocked expression on his face as he pulled his jeans back up. “You’ve been fucking my girlfriend?!”

“Chad, stop!” you yelled as he grabbed Ethan by the shirt and shoved him against the wall.

“You shut the fuck up!” he yelled back at you, and he stared Ethan down.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Ethan yelled back at him, as you scrambled to put your panties back on.

“What, you’re too much of a little bitch to get your own girlfriend that you had to go after mine?” he asked, raising his fist as Ethan flinched.

You grabbed Chad’s arm before he was able to swing, which resulted to you accidentally getting pushed into the wall.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Ethan yelled, before swinging on Chad.

Both boys were soon on the floor, throwing punches as you were begging for them to stop. You were a little surprised as you watched Ethan get in a few good hits, most of them catching Chad off guard. You thought at this point you’d be calling an ambulance for Ethan, but he felt like he had something to prove.

“Please stop! You two are best friends!” you cried, as Ethan pulled away from the fight, noticing the tears on your cheeks.

“Friends don’t fuck other friends’ girlfriends,” Chad said, wiping a little blood from his lip as he started to stand back up. “How the fuck could you do this to me?”

You wiped a few tears from your face before you started to speak, “It just happened, okay? That day you wanted to break up, Ethan was there for me. That’s when all this started.”

“You’ve been fucking him ever since?” he asked, as you nodded. Your eyes were wide as he looked over to Ethan. You were scared of what he was going to do to him as he started to step closer.

“I love you, Chad. Please don’t hurt him.”

Ethan’s heart shattered at your words, as Chad turned back around to face you.

“You know what, he isn’t worth it. You aren’t either,” he said, walking out of his room and down the hallway.

“Chad, wait,” you said following after him.

Ethan was behind you, but he stopped in the bathroom to look at his face. One of his eyes was already starting to bruise, and he had a cut on his cheek, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought it would be. He stood and listened to the argument happening between you and Chad on the opposite side of the door.

“Please, just calm down,” you said, as Chad started to throw some clothes in a duffel bag.

“No. You two can have each other. I’m done,” he huffed, slamming the closet door.

You didn’t say anything else as he walked out, slamming the front door as he left. It shook the entire apartment as you dropped to your knees and started to sob.

“Hey,” Ethan said, walking into Chad’s room. He sat beside you on the floor and tried to pull you closer, but you moved away from him.

“This was all a huge mistake,” you cried, standing up. You started to grab some clothes, too. You weren’t sure what your plan was, but you knew you needed to get away from the situation.

“Is that all I am to you? A mistake?” Ethan questioned, as you finally looked at him. You noticed his eye and his cheek and started to feel even worse.

“I shouldn’t have been cheating on Chad. We shouldn’t have been hooking up,” you said, as he shook his head. “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Do you not realize that I’m the one that’s been there for you? I’m the one that’s actually been making you happy,” he snapped, as you started to get mad.

“Relationships aren’t supposed to be just sexual, Ethan! That’s all this has been!”

“Is it? What about before we started hooking up? All those late nights I stayed up studying with you while Chad was in bed. I’d help you with making dinner with you almost every night while he’d rather play games. Fuck, I even let you paint my nails and do face masks more than once, because I knew it made you happy,” he yelled, “And let’s not forget that I’m the one you’ve cried to on so many different occasions when he’d hurt your feelings, and make you feel like you weren’t good enough.”

You were bawling as you listened to him. You knew he was right, but you still felt so awful for hurting Chad.

“I’m in love with you, okay?” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I always have been. Please don’t write this off as nothing when I know you feel something between us, too.”

His confession made your heart swell as he started to get emotional, a few tears slipping out as he looked at you, waiting for you to say something.

“I do have feelings for you,” you sighed, as his face started to light up, “You need to give me a little time to get my head right before I even begin to have something serious with you. Things are already so messy, I don’t want wither of us to get hurt because we jump into something when I’m not ready emotionally.”

He nodded, completely understanding where you were coming from.

“I’ll wait as long as you need me to,” he said, as you walked over to hug him.

“Thank you,” you pulled away to kiss him, taking another look at his face. “Let’s get you some ice.”

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I really want to write some Hangster/Sereshaw fics for a03. Here are some of my headcannons.

- Kissing on the tarmac after Jake saves Bradley & Mav. Everyone is clapping and shocked these finally figured out they are in love with each other.

- Jake kisses Bradley after he tells Give' Em He'll on the tarmac and they again after he save him and Mav and they go on their first date.

- Bradley asking out on a date Jake in front of everyone at the Hard Deck. Penney and Mav help Bradley set up the Hard Deck.

- 10 Things I Hate About You AU with Jake as Kat and Bradley as Patrick. Bob wants to date Nat, Jake's stepsister but can't unless Jake starts date. Javy helps Bob by enlisting Bradley to help woo Jake until it all blows up and Bradley has to get Jake back.

- Fake dating au Jake needs a date to his sister's wedding and they share one bed and cute kids all help Bradley and realize they should date for real.

- Alpha! Bradley & Omega! Jake falling in mpreg they hook up at the Hard Deck and mate and the Jake get pregnant with Bradley's baby.

- Bradley and Jake have a fight at the Hard Deck and they argue in the rain and they confess their feelings and then make love in Bradley's Bronco.

- Tom & Pete think it's time to play cupid with for their son Bradley. They know Braldey and Jake are in love with each other because they act just like young Pete and Tom. They do different things to get them together it would be like a 5 +1 fic.

- Dancer or Cheerleader Jake falls in love with college or nfl football player Bradley.

- Cowboy Jake and Cowboy Bradley fall in love.

I have more headcannons. Is there any other ideas you think I should write? I would also need a beta too. If anyone is interested.

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐌; 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎

summary: you accompany daniel to a party as his fake date to make kim jealous, but maybe it's not all about kim after all

word count: 2.2k

warnings: not the best writing, a little angst, no use of y/n, gender, race and size inclusive reader (no specifics or descriptions)

notes: requested, back from my writing break and I usually write smut so my apologies if it sucks

divider credit: @pommecita

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When Daniel had asked you to come to a party with him to make Kim jealous you had been skeptical. You were sure Kim would go totally psycho and in the best-case scenario you would leave with a fat lip and probably broken-hearted. But you were always quick to give into Daniel and this time was no different. All he had to do was use his charm that always made your heart flutter and you relented. 

Knowing Kim and Daniel they’d probably fight it out and then make up like they always did. Though usually they’d be back together by now, the thought sparked a little hope in you. Maybe this time was different. The reason for their most recent break up had gotten lost in your mind, confused with the other hundred times they’d called it off. 

Maybe through all Daniel’s complaining he hadn’t even told you. It likely didn’t even matter and you wouldn’t get your hopes up. You two had been best friends for as long as the two of you could remember but that was all. You had decided a long time ago to push down the belief that one day that would change. 

Now he was guiding you through the party, hand in hand. Your eyes scanned the crowded rooms, searching for any sign of Kim. You should be focusing on the feeling of Daniel's hand in yours but instead the nervousness pooling in your belly and the paranoia were taking control. 

“Here.”, Daniel’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. He was holding a red plastic cup out to you, filled with whatever pick of tonight's poison. Upon tasting it appeared to be a cheap vodka mixed with a weak mixer. 

“Yum.”, you mutter sarcastically, eyes scanning the kitchen the pair of you were standing in. Daniel is leaning against the counter with his own drink in hand, his signature smirk plastered across his face as he watches you. He could read your mind, knowing exactly what you were thinking and he couldn’t help but be amused by it. He taps your shoulder to regain your attention and when you spot the look on his face you almost roll your eyes. 

“What? What’s that look for?”, you ask, earning a huff and playful eye roll from him. The kitchen was getting fuller, people pouring drinks and chatting in their groups. Empty bottles and cups strewn across the island in the middle, combinations of sticky liquids spilled across the surface. 

“You need to just relax, alright?”, he grins, speaking over the chatter and low music coming from the other room. His gaze on you doesn’t falter, his attention staying fully on you even as he chugs down his own liquor and places the empty cup beside him on the counter. 

“Relax? Don’t tell me to relax when your crazy ex-girlfriend is probably going to throw a right hook at me when I turn a corner.”, you say, the words coming out just sharper than you intended. You made your dislike of Kim pretty clear to Daniel after their first break-up, but you tried to dial it down for a while, especially after you were accused of being jealous. After the about fiftieth fight, you’d mostly given up on holding yourself back unless you could tell it was actually upsetting your best friend.  

“Kim’s not going to do anything, not tonight. So you can just chill, enjoy it.”, he says unfazed with a reassurance that sounds like he knows what he’s talking about. Like he knows Kim won’t be a problem. 

You eye him suspiciously, studying his face which just makes him chuckle and shake his head. How could he always be so laid back? 

He motions his head to the entryway of the kitchen that leads back into the living area, “C’mon, let’s go find the guys.” He pushes off the counter and rests his hand on the small of your back, once again guiding you through the packed house. 

You leave the kitchen to find the other two boys along with Lindsay. Again you look around the room on edge. You should be enjoying and making the most of being Daniel’s fake date but you just couldn’t. 

Nick is standing against a wall with Lindsay. You could already tell he was stoned, especially when he looked down at you with glassy eyes and an expression like he was holding back a chuckle at the sight of you and Daniel. Ken was on the other side of the room, drink in hand almost spilling as he was on the brink of passing out.  

“Hey, you two.”, Nick greets. Both he and Lindsay taking note of Daniel's hand on your back as he moves it to drape over your shoulders and pull you into his side. Nick definitely was aware of Daniel's plan, Lindsay on the other hand perhaps not so much. 

“Are you guys here… together?”Lindsay asks with furrowed brows, trying to work out the scene in front of her. She was used to the closeness of you two, as was everyone else. Daniel was always this way with everyone though, with you slightly more. Of course that was only when Kim wasn’t around but you had yourself convinced it was nothing. Daniel just knew Kim was over the top jealous and possessive. And she’d seemingly decided you were her number one threat. 

Nick turns to her, grinning. “Oh yeah, they are. Daniels conjured up a master plan to make Kim jealous.” You take a sip from your plastic cup and your eyes roll. Regret was starting to set in. 

“Shut up.”, Daniel groans, rolling his eyes just as you had. You take the moment to discard your cup, leaving it abandoned on the nearest surface. 

“But I thought-”, Lindsay starts saying before Nick stops her. You wonder what she was going to say but you don't get the chance to ask as Daniel pulls you away.

“Let’s go outside.”, he says, picking up on how alert and paranoid you were acting, and clearly he wanted to avoid whatever Lindsay had almost slipped out. 

You let him lead you out to the near-empty backyard. When you walk out the cold air is a harsh change to the stuffy alcohol-stale environment inside. Daniel finally drops his arm from around your shoulders, leaving you to cross your own over your chest in an effort to shield yourself from the cold. 

He turns to you, looking down at you somewhat more seriously than before but still keeping his usual grin. “You’re not having much fun, are you?”

You huff and meet his eyes, “I’m sorry, Daniel, but it’s kind of hard when I have to worry about Kim the whole time.” You watch Daniel's internal struggle unfold after the sentence leaves your lips. Tonight obviously wasn’t going how he’d had it planned out in his head. 

Daniel’s reluctant to speak but he does, not being able to find a way to say what he wants any differently and he knows he can’t hide it any longer. “She’s not coming.” He hadn’t wanted to reveal it so soon if at all but he couldn’t watch you have a bad time for much longer.

You stare at him in a mixture of shock and disbelief, “What?” How could Kim not be coming? That would render the whole plan useless. 

He looks away and then back at the floor before finally meeting your eyes again, “I didn’t bring you here to make Kim jealous.” 

“Daniel-, I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”, you question, bewildered by the confession. . 

“I-”, he starts and stops like he doesn’t want to continue but he forces himself to, “I just wanted an excuse to take you out. For you to be mine for a night.” 

Your eyes widen in shock as you stare at him, your brain struggling to process what he was saying. When you don’t reply he speaks again, “Is that really so bad?” He searches your face for any hint of what was going on inside that head of yours.

When he still doesn’t get a response Daniel’s face starts to drop like he’s regretting saying anything. You’re having a hard time wrapping your head around it and you’re not entirely sure this isn’t some joke. You think back to the interaction you had with Nick and Lindsay inside, could they all really just be messing with you?

“Then why didn’t you just ask me? What did you expect to get out of me thinking this was all an act?”, your voice filled with ammunition. The whiplash of it all was getting you fired up, you couldn’t believe him, not just yet. 

Daniel, not being one who’s good with rejection was also getting heated, his tone growing defensive and voice louder, “I didn’t think you’d take me seriously, I didn’t know how to ask and I didn’t want to risk losing you!”. He pauses and rubs a hand across his face. His voice lowers back down, “I thought maybe if we pretended for one night then maybe, just maybe, you’d realise how good we are together. As more than just friends.”

Stunned. That’s the only word to describe how you’re feeling. Overall your years of knowing Daniel, you’d rarely witnessed him without his cocky grin, bravado and dry, sardonic wit. But here before you stood Daniel being vulnerable. 

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”, you murmur, looking up at his puppy eyes pleading with you to believe him, to not let this drive the two of you apart. “So none of this was about Kim?”, now you sounded like the pleading one. 

Daniel sighs and runs a hand through his hair, a nervous tic you’ve seen a thousand times, “I know I should have just asked you out like a normal person, alright? None of this fake dating bullshit. I messed up. And no, this was never about Kim.”

It was never about Kim.

Part of you didn’t want to believe him, to let your guard down when it came to something like this. But deep down you knew that if this was just some cruel prank then Daniel wouldn't be behaving like this. You knew him too well. 

When you answer your voice is barely above a whisper, “Prove it.” He steps closer to you, closing the gap between you.

The buzz of the alcohol, the party and the quiet chatter and laughter from the few other guests outside dulls. Your eyes stay interlocked except when both your gazes flicker down to one another's lips. Daniel reaches up to cup your jaw in his hand, thumb brushing against the smooth skin. 

“You want me to prove it? I’ll prove it, I’ll do what I’ve been waiting to do since the seventh grade.”, He lowers his face down and you reach up to meet him, lips connecting. 

His lips move slowly against yours at first, savouring the moment that's been slowly building between the two of you for years. Your fingers rake through the short hair on the back of his head, other hand holding onto his shoulder. 

You didn’t want to part, wanting this moment to last forever but eventually, when you're both red-lipped and panting you have to pull away. Your faces stay just mere inches apart as Daniel speaks low and husky, “Believe me now?”

You nod, eyes on his swollen lips begging to feel them against yours again. He smirks and kisses you again, he could never deny you what you wanted. This time the kiss is more feverish, heated. 

When his tongue slips against yours you can taste the faint hint of vodka. Once your lips are connected his forehead rests against yours, both panting for air with wide smiles and breathless chuckles. 

“I really love you, you know that?”, he grins like the happiest man alive, standing up straight so he can take in the full flustered image of you in front of him. 

You jab his side like you always do in a form of playful affection that makes him laugh and grin wider, grabbing your arm to pull you against him. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your hair. 

“This is really for real?”, you can’t help but ask, the whole thing feeling surreal. 

“Yes, very real.”, he laughs behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your frame. 

“Just making sure.”, you hum, cheeks pink and warm. He presses a kiss to one, and you both stand there in comfortable silence, swaying slightly and taking in the moment. The cold air not the only cause for the goosebumps along your skin. 

The peace is only broken by the sliding door opening, the sound of the party inside cutting through the silent night. Drunk partygoers step out, paying the two of you no mind. Neither of you make an effort to move, Daniel's head resting atop yours.

Kim was still going to be an issue no doubt, but right now that didn’t matter. The last thing on your mind was Kim Kelly. She was tomorrow's problem. 

Right now the only thing on your mind was Daniel. 

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 11

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 17 minutes

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Her eyes were on him while Jungkook looked around her apartment, noticing that nothing had changed -except for the pair of boxing gloves at the top of her dinner table, next to some old magazines and books.

—Are you boxing?

—What?

Jungkook didn't ask the question again. Instead, his index pointed to the red gloves.

—If you need help, I can teach you —he smirked.

—No, thank you —she faked a smile—. I'd rather stay a whole day punching a wall without protection than having to stand your ass by choice.

—Yikes, that'd hurt —he poked both of his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

It was none of his business whether she learned how to box or not, or where she was doing it -and, even less, why she took the sudden choice of doing it. She had joined a random gym among the list of gyms involved in those fights, that Alan sent her after she insisted a little bit too much.

—Now... can you explain again why you're here?

—My date was completely fine —his eyes were back on her— and, after eating your brownie —he emphasized on the fact that she was the one who prepared it—, she closed herself up in the bathroom.

—Well, that's too bad —she sighed—. You ate two pieces, and you're here being a pain in the ass. Don't you think that maybe the fact that she's in the bathroom has more to do with her than with me?

—You're fooling no one —he peeped, momentarily pointing at her, before he started walking to her with slow steps—. A brownie? After you literally screamed you'd kill me if it wasn't illegal? —he scoffed— I bet if I looked around I'd find a tiny box with whatever you put in that brownie. It's alright. You overheard my conversation over the phone, about how I was going to meet someone, and got jealous. Did a 2x1.

Y/n stopped for a quick second, realizing that if she fooled him to be close enough to her, she'd manage to snatch his phone and close herself somewhere to delete the video he was blackmailing her for. She just needed to play along for a bit.

—Hmm —she thought out loud, tilting her head and piercing his eyes with hers—, what if I admit that I did something to the brownie?

—I think that's quite obvious —Jungkook shook his head—. You should admit you didn't want me to go on that date.

—You're so full of yourself —her tone was suggestive, low enough to appeal to his most guttural side—. Why don't you just think that I did it to piss you off?

—Because there are a billion other ways to piss me off, and you still tried the one that'd ruin my date.

And while, in fact, she did it to ruin his date, nowhere in her head she ever thought of doing it out of jealousy. She just wanted to attack where it hurted him the most.

—So what if I did it out of jealousy? —she purred, inviting him to step closer to her.

—You could've just admitted it —he smirked—. I never repeated with anyone, but I'd be able to do an exception with you.

Y/n held back from rolling her eyes at that comment, keeping up the act until his body was millimeters away from being glued to hers. Her fingers moved over the soft cotton fabric of his white t-shirt, lowering through his torso until she met with the edge of his jeans.

Just a little bit more.

Her fingers probed at the beginning of one of his pockets, almost sliding inside until his fingers trapped her wrist and moved it away on the top of her head.

—Ever been told you should've been an actress?

It was too good to be true.

She quickly moved her other hand, thinking of slapping his face as hard as possible to distract him enough with the pain to be able to reach to his pocket again, but he moved faster, blocking the move before she could hit his cheek.

She should've thought that he was a professional boxer. Of course his reflexes were perfect in those situations.

—You think I'd buy you did it out of jealousy? —Jungkook mocked her— I bet you did it so I'd feel sick, enough for you to offer to help me while I'm in the bathroom and snatch my phone away.

—Oh my god, what the fuck are you talking about?

Y/n managed to let go of his grip, stepping back a little as she tried to process the twisted plan he had deducted from what she did. And that, after hearing it, she thought that was definitely what she should've done.

—You're sick in the head —she accused him.

—Me? —Jungkook replied back, exaggeratedly pointing at himself— Says the one who put god knows what on somebody else's food?

—I should've definitely put arsenic in it —she spitted, leaning closer to him.

—You could only wish you'd be able to get rid of me that way —he challenged—. I'd haunt you every single day of your miserable life, since you wake up in the morning to the moment you fall asleep in that bed.

—Good for you, because that's the closest you'd be to being with me in a bed —she barked back.

Something clicked in their brains when they realized how close they were to each other again, heated up by the sudden argument. Her eyes momentarily flew to his pierced lips, and Jungkook caught on that way too fast for her to pretend that it didn't happen.

His hands cupped her cheeks, drawing her into a kiss that she picked up the pace of as soon as their lips were linked together. All the anger, all the held back fury was freed with every move of their mouths, but also every hidden desire, every small wish of living again what happened a few nights back was exposed whenever their tongues twirled around one another.

Jungkook ate up her gasp when he pinned her against the wall, feeling her hands move from his torso to his neck at the same time his hands moved down her body to hold her by the hips. A powerful throb in his crotch, that reached every corner in his body, appeared the second her teeth squeezed the soft skin around his lower lip, indirectly pulling from one of his piercings as well.

In an attempt to erase any possibility of that ending, Jungkook cupped her ass cheeks, lifting her body up until her legs were wrapped around him. Y/n was the one who kissed him again, sinking her fingers in the locks of his hair before he felt encouraged to move lower, hiding his face in the curve of her neck to suck and lick every bit of sensitive skin in there.

He just loved the way her fast pulse felt against his tongue whenever he sucked on that spot.

—See how it isn't that difficult to give in to what you want? —he teased her, biting her earlobe.

—Shut up.

Jungkook moved his head back, rubbing his lips against her again.

—Make me.

She was close to doing exactly what he asked her to do, but something made him move his head back. Under her confused look, Jungkook terrorized at the feeling he was getting.

He couldn't be that unlucky.

For a quick moment, he thought it was a false alarm and that he'd be able to ignore it, but another squeak of his stomach made him finally move back, letting go of her body carelessly. He tried to leave her back on the ground, but his body was in such an urge to run away from there that he didn't make sure her feet were on the solid floor, causing her to slip and fall in front of him.

—What...? —when she looked up through the locks of her messy hair, she could see Jungkook walking fast to the door of his bathroom— Jungkook, don't dare.

But he completely ignored her warning, locking himself inside the bathroom before she reached the door.

—Jungkook, get out of there —she hit the door—. Jungkook!

Her feet kicked the door one last time, surrendering to what was going on because there was nothing she could do to avoid it.

—Ouch —she whined, rubbing her ass check with the palm of her hand, only being aware of the pain of her fall then.

Y/n sat on the armrest of her couch, looking at the closed door he disappeared in, waiting for him to get out and kick him out of her house. But time went by, and there were no changes. Her eyelids eventually closed with the passage of time, and her body gave in to gravity every time she lost energy, recomposing before she could meet the ground again.

After thirty minutes, she tried to sit still to keep her position, but her body didn't take long to start giving in to tiredness, opting for heading to bed and dealing with Jungkook the next day when her batteries were charged again.

Jungkook felt so embarrassed when he finally felt good enough to leave the bathroom, that he stayed inside those four walls for another fifteen minutes as he tried to battle his shame. He had cleaned the mess, he had tried to make the smell disappear, but his body was frozen right at the door because he didn't want to see Y/n looking at him disgusted.

Although he realized that wasn't a problem way too late.

When he opened the door again, the living room was completely dark and there was no sight of Y/n. Confused, he silently walked to her bedroom, managing to see her with the small glimpses of light that came through her curtains from the lights in the street.

—Peacefully sleeping while I could've died inside the bathroom because of her —he clicked his tongue, offended by the situation.

Jungkook tried to be as careful and silent as possible as he half closed the door that she had left open, making his way to the couch to get some sleep after such a hectic day.

Y/n dragged her feet through the ground, making her way out of her room to meet up with a pair of feet hanging over the armrest of her couch, crossing one among the other. She was surprised by how little she cared about the fact that he was there. She was unbothered about it -probably because deep inside she knew she was the only responsible of him spending the night there.

But that didn't mean she'd let him sleep until he felt comfortable enough to wake up.

It was seven in the morning, she had things to do, and she for sure wouldn't invite him over to get something for breakfast.

Her hand patted the sole of one of his feet over his white socks, getting him to squirm and snuggle to one of the cushions he was hugging.

—Wake up. I bet your date has already left.

—What date? —he mumbled against the fabric of her couch— She already left last night.

—What?

—What —his voice lost power towards the end of the word.

When she checked again, his eyelids were completely closed again and his lips parted as he went back to sleep.

A lot of violent thoughts went through her head when she heard him admitting he just stayed at her place after tricking her, and only because he wanted to annoy her. Every bit of sympathy she could have for him was erased as soon as he opened his mouth.

She looked at him after returning from the kitchen, seeing how peacefully he was sleeping, with his right hand strangely folded to his chest, and only able to rejoice at the thought of interrupting all of that. She prepared herself, placing the pan as close to his head as possible before she started to hit it with one of her spoons.

Jungkook felt his heart squeezing on his chest at the sudden sound, moving by instinct and falling out of the couch to find Y/n looking down at him with the cause of his heartache.

—You almost killed me —his body relaxed slowly—. There's no need to be so aggressive.

—Get out.

—Like that? You won't offer me a coffee or something?

His sentence was almost left unfinished when she whined at the way she forced him to stand up by pulling from the hairs near his sideburns. It was as clear as day she didn't need as much strength as long as she knew where to touch and hit to actually cause pain.

She only let go of that short lock of hair when he was completely standing up, ready to push him towards the main door.

—So you couldn't sleep in your place because your date was there, huh?

—Wait, wait —he stopped her from closing the door.

Y/n looked at him, hopeful that he'd apologize and recognize his mistake. But that was hoping too much from him.

—My shoes are inside.

A heavy huff left her lungs, along with her tracks turning back to the couch to pick up the white sneakers and throw them on the common landing.

No words, no actions. Nothing else was needed for her to close the door behind her and completely forget about him.

Jungkook waited by the door, with his head looking from one way to the other. He had been there since he overheard Y/n ordering some food in her kitchen. She should've known better than to offer his revenge on a silver platter, after he was waiting for the best chance to get back at her the same way.

The plan was simple. He stayed outside of the building, although still hidden so Y/n wouldn't catch him in case she looked over her balcony. He was going to intercept the delivery man by telling him he made a mistake at giving his address, and get the food to his place to get back at her for the awful night he went through.

The breeze felt chilly as he blew the smoke out of his mouth and moved the cigarette away from his lips again. He remembered how much he disliked the taste and smell of tobacco when he first started, and how the thought of going a day without the taste of it on his tongue seemed weird. It was almost like those constant encounters with Y/n, or the excitement in the possibility of repeating with her again, when before he even hated the idea.

He quickly shook his head at his own thoughts, convinced that he was probably going insane.

He was bored. She was close.

That was it.

Although maybe paying a quick visit to the tarot reader wasn't a bad idea. He had gone way too long without getting a quick check.

Before he could dig any deeper in his thoughts, a man with a motorbike helmet half put on walked to him. He seemed young, probably he wasn't even of age yet, something that probably would make it easier for him to trick him.

—Excuse me, are you going to 3A by any chance?

—Yeah, why?

Jungkook sighed, faking relief before he spoke again.

—My girlfriend gave the wrong number. By mistake she gave the apartment number of the crazy lady, who goes around with sharpened knives, instead of giving ours.

—Hmm, can you tell me the name of the person who ordered?

—Y/n Y/s —he confidently said, spending too much time memorizing her full name as he looked at her mailbox for those fifteen minutes—. We live in the 3B, but she said 3A. I guess it's normal after she's called so many times to the cops because that lady kept threatening to stab her.

—Yeah... No problem, dude.

The delivery boy took the plastic box out of the box he was carrying on his back, stretching his hand in front of him to indirectly ask for a tip.

—Cool. Have a nice night —Jungkook said, high-fiving his hand before he left back to his place.

He sneaked inside his place quickly and carefully, cautious of Y/n not catching him with her food. Once he reached the kitchen, and aware that that awful thick plastic was still stuck on her window, he felt free to add his touch to her food.

He added a soup spoon of gochujang to one of the boxes that contained her fried rice, stirring it until the paste was completely invisible to the perception of the eye. After looking around, he also added some gochugaru as well, stirring the whole thing again before he closed it.

Jungkook moved silently towards her door, leaving her bag at the doorstep and hurrying to ring on her doorbell and run back to his place before she could even react to the sound.

She frowned when she opened the door and found no one but the white plastic bag on the floor, although she just shrugged it off. She wasn't exactly in the mood for any human contact, so the delivery person definitely did her a favor by leaving her food there.

Her spirits slowly went higher, and the melodic hum coming from her throat only made it obvious.

—It smells so good —she moaned, when the smell of Chinese food reached her nostrils after opening one of the boxes.

Her body was comfortable on the couch, a TV show she started to be obsessed with was playing, and tasty food was waiting for her to eat it. It was the best way to say goodbye to an awful week.

—Hmm?

Her head tilted to the side with the first spoon, not able to recognize the taste of her fried rice. Although it wasn't until she was filling her mouth with the second spoon that spice finally hit her, and forced her to spit the food that was there in her mouth.

She swore she could feel her tongue melting and the insides of her mouth burning, as her lips started to itch. Her first instinct was to give a long sip of the cold milk in her fridge, but even with that she could still feel she'd breath out flames at any given moment.

The itchy feeling was quickly followed by a dry cough and a runny nose that made her expect the worst.

—Shit, not again —she whined.

Annoyed, she picked up her phone, calling at the restaurant she ordered the food from.

—I specifically asked for it to have no spice in it —a cough interrupted her loud yelling—. Can you take a simple order?

Jungkook, who had purposely opened his window to be able to hear her reaction, giggled at her hysterical rant, until she heard her giving the reason why to her complaint.

—I'm intolerant to spicy food, do you even understand what that means?

She moved nervously on the spot, scratching the arm holding the phone with her free hand as she hoped it wouldn't go to worse.

Her rants and annoyed complaints were only interrupted by the sound of her door bell, making her sigh before he chose to open it to whoever was bothering her at the worst time.

—You'll be hearing from me soon —she hung up the call.

Jungkook almost lost his balance when he saw her swollen red lips, and the pale pink rash on her forearm, that she kept scratching as she fought to breathe through her coughing.

—Let's go to the hospital.

—What?

—Let's go to the hospital —he insisted—. Pick up your shoes and go.

—Why?

—I heard your conversation. Let's go.

Jungkook stepped inside, picking up the pair of sneakers she always had at the left side of the door, and that he managed to find while he desperately looked around for something for her to wear. He dragged her outside of her apartment, and didn't even think of waiting for the elevator as he kept hearing her cough getting worse.

—It's not that serious.

Everything went back to normal after she struggled for a bit. At least, that was how it worked the other times she had a similar reaction.

—It's better if you don't wear a helmet —he mumbled, hopping on his motorbike—. Get on.

—I'm not going with you anywhere —she stepped back.

—I dislike you as much as you dislike me, but I don't want you to die if I can prevent it. So get your ass on the fucking motorbike.

She rolled her eyes at how extreme he was being. She certainly wasn't going to die because of that, but she also knew he'd be able to go on like that for a long while until she did what he asked her to do.

His pale skin as he worried for her, and his concerned look whenever he checked on her state every minute since he dragged her out of her house and while they waited at the hospital made her wonder if she had been way too harsh on him. She was regretting treating him so badly, and even putting those laxatives on the brownie to ruin his plans.

She was just projecting a lot of her negative thoughts onto him, and treated him unfairly since he arrived.

Her palm covered his knee, trying to calm him down and get his shaky moves to stop.

Jungkook was right when he told her to go to the hospital, and the doctor told them when he checked out her symptoms, making her feel relieved by Jungkook's insistence thirty minutes back.

—I'll pay for the hospital bill —he announced as he hopped on the motorbike.

—You don't have to —she mumbled, taking the seat at his back.

He just ignored her comment, starting the engine of the motorbike and making his way back to their place.

Her attitude was more receptive than he remembered, she even smiled at him when they were about to part ways to get to their respective places. Y/n stopped before she could even use her keys, turning to him to dedicate some words she didn't expect would ever be thrown in his direction.

—Thanks for today. I'm not sure what could've happened if it hadn't been for you —she sighed—. And that restaurant is going to get it.

—What do you mean?

—I specified I didn't want spice in my food, reasons are obvious. And they still put it on it.

—Y/n.

—What if you hadn't been here, huh? They're a danger for all of their clients. Imagine if it had been someone with a worse allergy.

—Y/n.

—You shouldn't be paying the hospital bill. They should. And they should be thankful if they have one single client after I write an article about...

—It was me.

Her rant suddenly stopped by his confession, frowning when she saw that guilty expression on his face. And it all clicked. It all made sense. How they didn't ring the first door bell, how they didn't even show up at her door to serve her the food, and how concerned and worried he looked on their way to the hospital...

—I got your food, and added spice to it. I didn't know you were intolerant.

Her nostrils widened, and her breathing became irregular the more she heard him speak. She was so close to losing her temper. And it wasn't like she cared anymore, she needed to get rid of him.

Jungkook quickly moved, stepping inside his apartment and closing the door behind him before Y/n could reach him, feeling the vibrations of her hits and kicks on his back.

—Jeon Jungkook, I'm going to kill you —she warned him, trying to open the door.

She was convinced Jungkook was the biggest of the curses in her life. 

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[austinslounge]

To that Anon you better relax before you bust a nerve, you keep saying the lies deuxmoi spread about Austin is not that deep but yet 95% of the chats here are most Austin stans complaining bitterly about deuxmoi and their fake narratives against Austin, in the grand scheme of things it's not that deep but if you Austin stans keep complaining about it then there is actually a solution because if no one was bothered I won't see complaints everyday here, nobody said you should fight trolls or spend all your time defending Austin, we all have jobs here and some of us are studying, I only said once in a while call deuxmoi on their bullshit and lies if the lies they spread about Austin triggers you people that you complain bitterly about it almost everyday

Anon, I understand what you're saying, and I get it, we're all frustrated about it. Why do you think I keep broadcasting her very obvious bias and hidden agenda on my blog?🥴 It's so that people open up their eyes and realize that she is not a reliable source of information, or even celeb gossip!

My issue with you, as well as other fans like you, is that you assume that Austin fans aren't doing anything, and haven't been fighting trolls online in defense of Austin, and the truth of the matter is, we have been.

Most of us have full-time jobs, school work, or even just full personal lives, so it's not like we can be online every single day trying to fight against everything and everyone.

Unfortunately, as a celebrity, it's a reality that you will get rumors (true or false) spread about you. Even celebrities themselves don't answer every single fake allegation made about them because then they'd be fighting every single day. Sometimes, you really do have to pick and choose your battles.

If DeuxMoi wants to claim that Austin is hooking up with Emily or Kendall, with zero proof, then, oh well. We've already posted our thoughts on those rumors on here, on Twitter, etc. Even a rumor like Austin went to see Kaia's play (again, with zero real proof or basis) is still very minor compared to some of the things that some celebs out here are getting rumors about.

I'm not saying we should turn a blind eye (not at all!), all I'm saying is that sometimes, you have to pick and choose your battles.

Sometimes, silly stupid rumors get debunked on their own simply by time. The Emily/Kendall rumors have already been debunked by simply just waiting.

Fans of Austin do fight for him. I see them on Twitter all the time.

We can't control which posts DeuxMoi actually posts on her feed that allow comments that we can comment on.

Lately, if you notice, she hasn't even been putting Kaustin gossip on her feed. (Probably because she doesn't want to have to deal with the fandom lol). She's just been posting gossip on her articles at DeuxMoi World, or just putting info on her stories. So, we aren't even able to comment on the comments section.

To me, it's obvious that DeuxMoi was either a Kaustin shipper, or someone who is just trying to protect Kaia (maybe both!), because tell me how she posted on her main feed a double date night with Kaustin and Camila and her bf, but never posted on her feed about Kaia and Lewis' debut date night on his birthday? 🤨🤔

[htmliu]

◜𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 tropes that i associate haechan with !

genre. fluff (?) wc. <700

frenemies to lovers

everything about hyuck is so very “oh i don’t understand or know how to deal with my feelings, so i’m just going to annoy the crap out of you.”

a LOT of bantering. stolen glances. it’s the pushing and pulling he gets the thrill out of. he can make fun of you, but if anybody else does it, they better know how to fight bc !?!?!? OH HE’S AB TO SQUARE UP.

stupid stupid oblivious mutual feelings (idiots to lovers)

this one is like a follow up of the previous one. almost joint, actually. it’s like when you both are with other people, everything is fine. you guys are left alone for ONE SECOND. and Boom. TENSION.

BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND

NEED I SAY MORE ???? honestly speaking, this trope is RIGHT behind enemies to lovers when it comes to the most hyuck-coded fanfic tropes to ever exist. it’s THERE.

you basically grew up with him. he’d been friends with your brother for as long as you’ve known. every summer vacation, your house was his paradise. but his presence — to you — was HELL.

now from here, we either go with you have had a crush on him for the longest time, he drives you crazy, and everything along those lines.

OR

you think you hate him to the bone (and he relishes in your so called hatred bc, again, PUSH AND PULL). but in reality, you really just don’t know how to deal with your feelings. there is a pattern with me as you can tell.

SECRET RELATIONSHIP

this is me pulling out the big guns now.

“if only the others could see you right now, literally melting in my touch.” followed by MESSY making out. disheveled hair. Hands Everywhere but where they should be. just him trying to make up for all the times his lips could’ve been on yours but he could’t just kiss you anywhere and everywhere bc of the whole “secret dating” part.

but then again. the adrenaline rush that he gets bc of this entire ordeal? he’s ABSOLUTELY there for it.

friends with benefits to ?? to lovers

this trope is always a MESS — to say the least. but ukw, that’s why i like it. why i associate hyuck with this trope is very self explanatory.

one drunken night accidentally led to a hook up session. it’s definitely not something you both hadn’t fantasized about before either. although, you always shook it off bc you knew you couldn’t be jeopardising your friendship.

but would it be wrong. if you guys were do it do it again. and again. and again. until none of those times were an “accident” anymore. and before either of you knew it, you were caught up in a web of your own mistakes. feelings were everywhere. along with the fear of losing whatever was left of your friendship. fear of messing everything up.

but for some reason, haechan still wanted more. bc everything just felt right when your lips were on his, his hands on your hips.

oh, you had him at your fingertips.

fake dating

see. the thing with me is. i love the push and pull as much as haechan does. perhaps even more than him. EVERYTHING ab this is just so HIM uk?

with the silly little contract that goes like — no kissing when not in front of people, no skinship, stay 5ft away when not in front of people, and ofc DO NOT FALL IN LOVE. and then just that happens. it’s so cliché. but that’s what i’m here for.

the way haechan will test your patience to the fullest. break every rule on that contract until you break the last rule yourself. after all, rules are made to be broken.

BUT THE BUILD UP TOO LIKE. when haechan doesn’t realise that he isn’t just doing stuff for you bc he’s your pretend boyfriend, but bc he actually cares for you. and there you both were, obliviously falling into an abyss of love.

“i think i could get arrested for breach of contract. bc i might or might not have broken the last rule.”

“well looks like we’re both getting arrested then.”

SUMMER AU

personally, it’s either a summer + road trip + e2l. there is this one specific scenario stuck in my head.

while everybody is out and about with their significant others, exploring the beaches and what not. you’re stuck with haechan, the last person you’d want to spend your summer with. but alas, god had it his way, and two single pringles had to mingle (#userhtmliufunnyera)

so somehow he convinced you to go out (re: lured you with a free ice cream treat). you are ab to hop onto a bike. you say something about him making you fall off the bike bc of his incompetence. and haechan, without missing a beat, “falling off the bike is the least of your concerns. although, falling for this guy — points to himself — is something i should warn you about in advance.”

OR

summer + childhood friends to acquaintances to lovers. i have a very cruel summer by taylor swift x summer!au x hyuck vision and it’s driving me INSANE. it’s angsty, but it’s fluffy, it’s mutual pining, and it’s everything i want and more.

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[syrupspinner]

i completed the demo for metaware high school

shoutout to beloved mutual autistic nari for selling me on this, and sorry for forgetting to make this post until now lol. thisll be a long one so strap in!

so i think its safe to say that ddlc really shook up indie gaming from a cultural standpoint. first is that it helped people figure out that visual novels have value as a medium, inexplicably. theres been this weird holdover in western gaming culture at large from like, the 2010s xbox era, where visual novels dont count or something. if people engage with them at all, its dismissively, and people come away with the idea that everything is a sound novel and therefore boring. but like... not only are sound novels good, but ryukishi07's work is the only example of a vn not having an interactive component. dating sims are basically stat managers, detective games require attentive puzzle-solving, and a lot of vns outside that have interesting gameplay hooks like va11hallas drink mixing

all this is to say that i feel like ddlc was designed in a lab to be a 'hiding medicine in the balogna' situation, where people can say that it may be a visual novel, but its totally worth it for the funny viral scares. well, im glad it did, because now it feels like people are very very slightly more receptive to visual novels

but, more importantly, it brought more attention to the postmodern potential of video games as a medium. this isnt the first time that gaming has borrowed aspects of postmodern literature (characterized by interacting with itself and intentionally subverting audience expectation) such as stanley parable's famous use of a unreliable narrator within the context of a controllable story. but ddlc makes it feel ludonarrative. games like oneshot and imscared already paved the way for games that interact with the player as computer files and use this context to create puzzles and simulate a haunted computer, but ddlc was one of the first games to make a character aware of the fourth wall and interact with their negative feelings on the matter. traditionally, 4th wall breaks are treated as comedic, seen best with characters like gwenpool. but... wouldnt knowing that not only is everything in the world fake, but there is only a single person who actually matters? a player that has agency that you are designed to lack, a sole audience member that you are asked to perform for. thatd fuck anyone up.

hence, metaware high school. fun fact, because of how much i associate VNs with high school settings with japanese culture, i keep wanting to pronounce it metawarAY, but that ruins the pun of the portmanteau of meta and aware. i played fucking めたわれ bro.

so its pretty clear that this game is iterating on ddlc, only in the context of being in a demo. in addition, it takes more of a character studying approach to how individuals understand their world. nari gives into despair and helplessness knowing that she is helpless to fight her scripted actions. hope takes a very relaxed and lackadaisical "its just a demo, bro" outlook, izzy is obsessed with fulfilling her role but anxious because she doesnt know what the full game is. the idea that they dont know the full game is interesting, because it brings to mind religious undertones. christians, as children of god, are 'supposed' to live godly lives, and seek fulfillment from something that they can only trust is invisibly real. the difference is that the player is different from the creator. i didnt make izzy, but its still her purpose to demonstrate the game. what is the punishment for failure? what does failure even look like? is it worth the risk to find out?

going back to nari and hope, i find their dynamic really interesting. the game presents nari as a mysterious character to begin with, hardly talking except for the end of routes. personally, i think it makes sense for her to have such a connection to hope. i should capitalize her name so you dont get confused, huh. its funny because nari has a pretty hopeless disposition, resigned to her fate and disillusioned from her surroundings. i dont think she has completely dehumanized the other characters in the same way monika saw the other club members as meaningless code. my view is that nari is just as real as her friends, and any disregard of them is just from post-realization depression. the player isnt more real or more important, at least outside of the demo's machinations that nari is forced to work within, but instead a lovecraftian intruder from outside their schema of reality. Hope sees them as more of, like, some fella. weird glowy thing. i wonder if they like mochi. this isnt out of stupidity or callous disregard, we are shown scenes of Hope being emotionally considerate and using the structure of reality in creative ways (the "what word am i thinking of" gate), so we as the audience know that Hope is making the personal choice to acknowledge the world in a more positively nihilistic way. yeah, its a demo. thats what the world is. wanna get mochi? i like mochi

i think if Hope werent so roxy lalonde flavoured, Aspen would be my fave. nari reacts with despair, Hope reacts with a casual smile and a shrug, izzy reacts with concern and anxiety, then aspen reacts by thinking about how they can directly benefit from the situation. the second they find out the player knows about the future, they sequester you into a very long series of questions. like, im convinced if the the apocalypse was happening, aspen would cheer and go full mad max. i think this extends to why they want the game to be a dating sim so much, because that would be the genre that directly benefits them the most. like, if its a detective or mystery game, theyd have to solve a mystery or die or whatever, but if its a dating sim they get a cool ephemeral entity to date!

and then theres chris. shes something of a mascot for the game demo, so i expect her reaction to reality (read: her personal philosophy) to be pretty important. from her route, we learn that she loves visual novels, and from that she wants to make the player enjoy her visual novel (demo) too. i think this is interesting on its own: if you learned that the world was a game, wouldnt you want that game to be good? especially in the context of the player messing around and taking the piss, where she gets upset that youre not taking her effort seriously. if izzy is the stage director, chris is the lead actor, at least that's how she's appointed herself. actually, her contrast with izzy is interesting, because theyre both the only characters who feel dedicated to performing their roles appropriately. with izzy, it feels more negative, but chris feels more like a sincere and intrinsic dedication. she wants to make the world better, just because shes enjoyed so many other great worlds and wants to spread that feeling to others.

so yeah, this feels like a more exploratory expansion of ddlc's concept. but upon reflection, i dont think theres anyone who copes with their circumstances the same way monika does. monika goes through a sort of philosophical derealization where the player becomes the only thing thats real, but nobody in metaware feels the same level of disconnection in my opinion. nari gets the closest of course, because she has the most intimate awareness of the games code and script, but shes uniquely powerless and is forced to recognize that, in addition to the aforementioned realness of her friends. so she CANT be a yandere, she hates the player for essentially being spoiled by having the whole world live and die by their convenience. ddlc's player is the most important person (positive) while mwhs's player is the most important person (negative, in naris perspective). it reminds me of how everhood positions itself as a response to undertale, building on its interaction with games as an artistic medium by building on its themes without presenting itself as a correction. i also just love the fact that since the world being a demo is a known truth, no characters perspective is presented as definitive, which does a better job of inviting the player to engage with the world and come to your own conclusion on what reaction would be the most justified

oh, and the ending... its like every character is confronted with the ultimate culmination of the world, as a direct challenge to their personal outlook. Hope's playfulness dissolves into panic, because she never seriously contended with this and used her casual playfulness as a coping mechanism that doesnt work anymore. nari meanwhile is totally nonreactive, this has been a forgone conclusion for her for a long time, such an innate inevitability it may as well already have happened... which doesnt make the moment any more enjoyable, shes panicking as much as Hope. izzy's biggest concern is her friends, the ones shes been panicking at the whole game until that point, the ones shes been relaying her concerns to and desperate to force into line to try and Play Their Role as theyre supposed to, just in case. but shes alone anyway. aspen reflects on their efforts to extract meaning and benefit from their circumstances and lements never having real control. chris romanticizes their memories and just expresses thanks for everything, ever positive. its an interesting analysis of their culmination of all their philosophies. like, hope and nari were pretty opposed, but they feel pretty similar in the end. chris's optimism cant hold up in the face of oblivion and fades into the same mournfulness and regret as her friends. end the end, regardless of outlook, its hard to change the basic human reaction to inevitability and tragedy

metaware is immaculately crafted, its a wonderfully made exploration into human reactions to fundamentally inhuman circumstances. the characters all feel unique and reasonable, memorable yet realistic, but still with a thematically relevant twinge of scripted performance. anyone who doesnt like visual novels can kiss my ass, youre gonna play this and youre gonna like it.

so yeah, excited for the full game! i hope its a roguelike deckbuilder

[ink-perfect]

short n sweet drabble prompt list!⋆. 𐙚 ˚

── fluff!

“i thought i lost you”

love letter that was never sent

overhearing a confession meant for someone else

“why are you jealous? we’re not even dating!”

getting caught mid-practice confession

trapped in the janitor’s closet

pretending to be a couple for free dessert

rain-soaked confession on the doorstep

unknowingly hooking up at a costume party

pretending to know them to escape someone else

“you fell asleep on my shoulder”

confessing over a wrong number text (ill make smau for this too ee)

“you’ve got something in your hair”

“you wrote me a song?”

hearing them talk in their sleep

slipping and landing right on top of them

being mistaken for a couple… again

“you did this for me?”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep”

“your dog likes me better than you”

sharing earbuds on a long trip

“this isn’t what it looks like!”

one’s drunk, the other’s designated driver

“you’re hiding something from me”

dancing together in the kitchen

writing silly notes daily

building a pillow fort together

teasing each other to hide feelings

someone else confessing on their behalf

“you’re not allowed to look this good”

“hold on…is this a date?”

the last slice of pizza fight

“you’re shivering; take my jacket”

accidentally calling them “babe”

giving them a silly nickname that sticks

having inside jokes that no one else understands

holding their hand under the table at a crowded event

sending them cute messages throughout the day (ill make smau !!!)

“i love your smile”

dropping your books and they help you pick them up

you’re the new kid

stealing a quick kiss when no one’s looking

hugging them from behind while they’re cooking or reading

“just being with you makes everything better”

catching them staring at you with a soft smile

letting them take a nap on your lap

hearing them confess when they think you’re asleep

giving them the last bite of your dessert

sharing an embarrassing memory to make them laugh

putting their hand on your back to guide you through a crowd

playing footsie under the table

buying them their favourite snack just to see their face light up

finding an old picture of the two of you and reminiscing

cooking dinner together and laughing at the chaos

“i would do anything for you”

sending them a cute message just to say “i’m thinking of you” (smauu!!!)

sharing a moment of silence together, just enjoying each other’s presence

“you’re my everything”

playing with their hair while they relax

surprising them with a date to their favorite place

“i could listen to you talk for hours”

letting them lean on you for support during a tough moment

holding them when they need comfort, without saying a word

waking up to find them already making your favourite breakfast

the soft touch of their fingers on your arm

── angst </3

“don’t make me choose between you and my dreams”

breaking up because they think it’s best for the other

“i didn’t mean what i said” but it’s too late

watching them fall for someone else

“you don’t owe me anything”

finding out their lover kept a devastating secret

“i’ll never forgive myself for hurting you”

running into them years after a messy breakup

“if we meet again, will we still feel the same?”

knowing their time together is running out

“don’t forget me”

patching up their wounds after a fight they might not survive

“i wish things could’ve been different”

sacrificing their happiness for the other’s safety

walking away from love because of duty

the one that got away

the moment they realised you don’t need them anymore

only one person trying

“i should have said something sooner” at the airport

“you…lied to me.”

── crack~

trying to fix something they broke but making it so much worse

starting a fake argument just to see how many people will believe it

prank wars!!!

trying to take cute pictures but failing miserably

getting overly competitive over something completely pointless, like who can make the funniest noise

getting into a random debate and it spirals out of control

“did you seriously name your ____ ‘kevin’?” (fill in da blank here according to your character!)

deciding to start a new hobby together, and it’s an absolute disaster

having an emotional breakdown over something totally minor, like a mismatched sock

swapping bodies at the worst possible moment

making up fake languages just to confuse everyone around you

playing ‘would you rather’ and answering with the most absurd options

acting like professional “influencers” but forgetting to film

creating a podcast together that nobody listens to but you two

coming up with an elaborate backstory for a completely normal person you meet

aaand thats 100 yippee!!! enjoy 😙

© ink-perfect; est. 2024.

[theladyofbloodshed]

The final part of the Neris fake dating AU :-)

Her paleness continued throughout the waning morning. The getaway headache didn’t need to be feigned because it felt as if a sledgehammer had been smashing into her temple since she started the drive home from their busy morning. At one point, Nesta pulled over near a sheer drop to hurl up her brunch while her sisters gripped the seats, hoping the car wouldn’t roll over the edge as she retched.

Feyre and Elain practically chased Nesta up to her room; the latter believing she had sun stroke. They promised to check on her later on. As the door closed, she heard Elain’s mumblings that she hoped Nesta wouldn’t be unwell for the wedding.

With the air conditioning churning out as much frigid air as possible, Nesta sprawled out on the bed, hoping a few hours sleep would chase away the hangover from hell.

Thankfully, it did.

In the late afternoon, Nesta wasn’t back up to one hundred percent but the thought of food didn’t leave her completely nauseous either.

Most of the small wedding party was to be found at the poolside. The sight of Cassian dripping wet with gleaming muscles and rugged tattoos would have once stirred something in Nesta. Now, she wrinkled up her nose at his cheap, cliched inking and wondered how many hours he spent grunting and sweating in the mirror to achieve his physique.

Rather than join the unwanted extension to the family by the pool, Nesta made a beeline for Feyre who was some distance away in the shade with Nyx to keep him out of the sun.

‘How is your heat stroke?’

The sarcasm dripped from Feyre’s tone.

‘Much better. I need something full of ice and sugar. Can I get you two anything?’

Feyre perked up at that. ‘A babysitter would be delightful.’

She couldn’t help the snort that came out. Her sister never did struggle to palm her child off on others. ‘Does the child have no father?’

Rhysand was also preening by the pool – no dad bod in sight. He basked in the attention of roving eyes.

‘We haven’t had a holiday in ages. Please, Nesta.’

She picked up the squirming Nyx to blow a kiss on his bare belly. ‘It’s a good job that I like you.’

They spent a nice hour together dipping between the shade and the shallow baby pool. Although children were tiring and Nesta had given up a lot of her youth to taking care of her sisters, there was still a yearning in her chest for one she could call her own. She wanted to be called mama. Wanted somebody to need her as much as she needed them. Nyx lay on the blanket beside her, tugging a thin, cotton blanket over his eyes and giggling each time she yanked it off.

‘You’re a natural, Nes.’

‘Not you,’ she said with a drawn-out groan.

Uninvited, Cassian sat at the bottom of the blanket. Nyx waddled over to his outstretched arms as he babbled.

‘Traitor,’ muttered Nesta.

‘Can’t help it if everybody loves me, Nes.’

‘Debatable.’

Cassian flashed a broad grin then sprawled out on the blanket.

‘You should come and join us.’

Nesta gave him a saccharine smile. ‘I’m afraid I might drown you which would put a damper on my little sister’s big day although I think I would be doing everybody a favour.’

His large, tan hand reached to rub along her calf, but she drew it away from him with a scowl.

‘What the hell are you doing?’

He pushed himself up onto his elbows. ‘I miss you. Everywhere I look, couples are in love and it’s got me thinking about us.’

She pressed her fingers against her temples, fighting against the wave of anger blighting her vision. ‘There is no us. I hate that there ever was an us. I’m sure Morrigan is available for a quick leg over.’

Dark hair was shaken from his face. ‘Nesta, look. It’s a wedding. We’re both in the wedding party. It could just be casual while we’re here.’

The audacity of this man. No, she did not want a relationship – and no, she definitely did not want to hook up with him ever again.

‘I’ll be sure to tell my boyfriend that I’ll be having a casual fling with my ex while we’re here.’

Cassian narrowed his hazel eyes at her then tilted his head like a predator sizing up its prey. His lips pursed, about to pass a comment when Elain, mercifully, joined them. A bright smile lightened her face.

‘Lucien has returned from a day spent gallivanting with his family. We’re going to grab an early dinner if any of you would like to come.’

‘Maybe Nesta and her imaginary boyfriend would enjoy it.’

Elain turned her head sharply in her direction. ‘What’s this?’

‘Yes. My imaginary boyfriend.’ Nesta rolled her eyes.

‘Well, who is he?’

Elain sat forwards on her knees. ‘You have a boyfriend? Why didn’t you say anything?’

Just then, she spotted the vivid, red hair of Eris. He looked as worse for wear as she felt, thankfully. The thin, white shirt he wore was rumpled as badly as his hair and she wondered whether his sunglasses were more to hide his own hangover than to fend off the sun.

She said a quick prayer to anybody who was listening that Eris would play the game rather than leaving her with egg on her face.

Nesta waved a hand, catching his attention then beckoned him over.

He murmured something to his father and – for a split second �� there was a sinking feeling in her gut that she would be the butt of his joke too, but then Eris diverted from the path and took a slow, confident walk their way. It brought her an immeasurable amount of joy to see Cassian noticeably stiffen at his approach.

A lie hadn’t been able to formulate quick enough on her tongue. Elain greeted him jovially while Cassian outright ignored him. Nesta fumbled with her tongue, trying to concoct something quickly that was convincing enough to pull the wool over their eyes, but not complex enough to confuse Eris about why she’d called him over. At the moment, her brain felt like cotton wool that ideas couldn’t formulate upon.

‘May I steal your lovely sister, Elain? Top secret wedding plans,’ came Eris’ deep, smooth voice.

Elain, who had always loved surprises, made an excited squeal and nodded vigorously. His long, pale fingers were extended to Nesta. She wasted no time and clasped her fingers around the hand reaching out for her.

They said nothing until they were out of earshot from the others. Eris nudged her. ‘I can recognise a damsel in distress when I see one. Are you okay?’

Nesta let out a sigh. ‘Yes. Cassian being his usual delightful self. And now we need to think of a surprise for the happy couple.’

When they rounded the corner, Eris led the way inside the hotel. Only when the elevator doors closed, locking them into mirrored lift, did Eris let out a long groan. His shoulders slumped as he collapsed against the wall.

‘Please tell me you feel as shit as me. I have never been hungover like this in my life.’

Nesta raised the sunglasses from his nose. He appeared as if he’d smeared ash beneath his eyes.

‘How do you look like a supermodel and I look like I’ve crawled out of a gutter.’

Supermodel? She liked him.

‘I did spend the morning throwing up my breakfast, but I’ve had the luxury of taking a nap rather than sight seeing with mama and papa.’

The elevator pinged and Eris gestured for Nesta to lead the way. She wasn’t entirely sure where they were going. Not to his room again. That had been a mistake. Hadn’t it? She still hadn’t decided. Despite her head warring with itself, her feet were leading them down the tiled corridor towards her room anyway.

‘Nesta, I think I need to vomit in your toilet.’

She grimaced whilst unlocking the door. ‘A very interesting way to gain access to my bedroom – but effective nonetheless.’

Eris murmured in agreement beside her, a sheen of sweat glistening on his brow while his lips were pressed firmly together. He wasted no time in jostling past her to reach the bathroom and – rather than hear him retching – she headed out onto the balcony. The sounds of laughter and music from the pool below were preferable to his vomit hitting the toilet bowl, poor thing.

A broken man joined her a short while later, shaking his head. ‘I have never had a hangover like this.’

‘Then I regret to inform you that you have a storm coming your way too.’

Eris glanced at the balcony then Nesta, perhaps debating his chances on survival if he jumped. Unlikely on the sixth floor.

She brandished her phone at him, only realising afterwards that maybe it wasn’t the wisest decision to show him her naked body sprawled and spread open again.

‘Do you want to watch it together or something?’

‘Watch it? No, Eris. I would like to know why I have a video of you having sex with me on my phone.’

This bastard had the audacity to grin at her.

‘You were very insistent we film it.’

She sucked in her gasp. ‘I would never-‘

‘That was your favourite phrase last night too,’ he continued. He shucked back his head with a laugh then carried on, in a poor imitation of her voice, ‘I never have one-night stands. I never do this on first dates. I would never let a man-’

‘Enough.’

Heat crawled up her neck. It was unwanted evidence testifying to her embarrassment of whatever had unfurled between her and Eris the previous night. She stormed inside, emotions grappling to seize control of her. Eris’ slow, sure steps followed a moment later and he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

‘I promise you, Nesta, that you have the only copy of what we did. I will not speak a word of it – on my honour as a Vanserra.’

She scrubbed her face with her hands then reluctantly sat beside him. ‘I am mortified.’

His voice carried the softness of the first days of spring. ‘Why? We had fun. We’re single. We used protection if that’s what you’re worried about. You can’t remember any of it?’

There were flashes of memory that had come to her throughout the day. Her bare back pinned against a wall with her thighs wrapped around Eris’ waist. The hot press of his tongue as he went down on her. Using the mirrored wardrobe to full effect.

‘I’m not like that,’ she murmured.

An entire high school being called a prude because she refused to date any of the braindead boys it had to offer. Her reluctance to even date in college because her education was the priority, balanced with working to claw as much money as she could. Even now when she had the time to date, Nesta could come up with a list of excuses not to, and a longer list to turn down every date who managed to get close enough.   

‘I don’t have one-night stands.’

‘Well,’ said Eris before taking in a breath and leaning back on his elbows. ‘Why does it have to be a one-night stand?’

Her gaze snagged his. She’d never met anybody with eyes like his. They reminded her of the autumn sun filtering through trees.

‘Because you’re…’

‘Irresistibly handsome? Intimidatingly intelligent?’

‘We both have busy jobs.’

‘By choice,’ he countered. ‘I can easily drop hours – and so can you.’

She exhaled through her nose. ‘Okay, but it would be weird for Lucien and Elain.’

‘No, it wouldn’t. I see Lucien twice a year and I would wager you see Elain only a little bit more.’

Damn this man. Nesta threw up her hands. ‘You have about nineteen dogs.’

‘Twelve – who are all very well trained and I’d even get a cat because I have a feeling you’re a cat person.’

Nesta was, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. All of her usual rebuttals weren’t able to be thrown his way. He had a job. Yes, he did technically live at home but he had his own annexe away from his family. He had savings. He had no baggage – no ex-wife or children for her to play wicked step-mother to. He had never been to jail, didn’t smoke, didn’t have tattoos. She was running out of reasons to say no.  

Eris trailed a finger down her bare arm towards her elbow in a deliberately slow movement. ‘I thought you wanted a fake date for your sister’s wedding?’

The sensation of his skin on hers again elicited a shiver of pleasure. ‘I can manage a fake date.’

‘Is that what you would like me to do?’ Eris had sat back up and his arm curled around her back, drawing her closer. ‘Do we just tack “fake” in front of it and pretend none of this is real?’

‘None of what?’ she lied.

‘This,’ he murmured.

His fingers drifted down her spine. It made her eyes shutter close.

Flashes of last night came to her – not just the passion, but the softness too. The pair of them giggling when Eris’ knee slipped off the bed, taking the rest of him down to the floor. The way he held her after she came, kissing her forehead and calling her beautiful. How he had stroked her hair as they were drifting off to sleep.

Eris moved forwards, lips parting slightly.

Nesta intercepted him with a finger. ‘I don’t care how handsome you are. Half an hour ago, you were throwing up in my toilet. Not a chance.’

***

After a couple of hours holed up in the bedroom – not repeating the previous night – Nesta’s stomach gave a loud grumble. Eris, in his swift thinking, had come up with a surprise for the bride and groom. They’d assemble a photo montage of the happy couple throughout the years to play over his speech. He was digitally savvy so could access every photo ever taken via an online portal whilst Nesta was a digital hoarder who carried her hard drive with her everywhere. They’d scoured their memories, pausing occasionally to show each other pictures of themselves in their younger days. There was one of Nesta taken at a ballet recital. Neither parent could attend so another girl’s mother had taken pity on Nesta and taken her photo too. There was one of Eris holding baby Lucien. His beautiful red hair had been massacred by a buzzcut and he looked less than impressed with his younger brother’s arrival. Another had Eris brandishing a puppy at the lens while Lucien stood next to him, sucking a thumb.

‘Both my sisters married off,’ she lamented.

‘And you’re left to be a lonely, old spinster,’ he said, patting her hand.

‘I will have you know that Cassian has offered to be my fling this weekend. No strings attached, lucky me.’

That did make Eris laugh then he pretended to retch. He had offered to be her fake date retrospectively, so perhaps it was time for the truth. Nesta closed her laptop then turned to face him.

‘Eris,’ she started.

‘Nesta,’ he said, offering a smile.

‘I may have told Cassian that I didn’t need his offer because I was here with my boyfriend.’

His brows raised. ‘More than a fake date, a fake boyfriend. I’m honoured.’

‘But,’ she continued, pressing her fingers into his chest. ‘Feyre heard us last night. Or, you and the floozy you were with. So, if you have any quick-talking plans to get us out of this trap, I am all ears.’

Painfully slowly, Eris shut his own laptop as his mind ticked away. He stared at nothing in particular, but Nesta could already tell a plan was formulating in his mind.

‘I can think of a few options. The first is that I was with a “floozy” and cheated on you – or that we aren’t serious or have an open relationship.’

She wrinkled up her nose. ‘Really? The first night of vacation and you’re already in someone else’s arms? Do you want Cassian to punch you?’

Her body slipped down the pillows, stomach emitting another rumble of hunger.

‘Or, we own it. Yes, we had incredible sex all night. Your sister has a child. I’m sure she understands how they’re made.’

‘But,’ Nesta said, but her own protest couldn’t formulate on her tongue. What was it that was holding her back? That people would know she was having sex? That Cassian would know?

‘Let’s get dinner. If your stomach keeps making that noise, I’m worried for my own safety.’

How could Eris be so collected about this? Men never had to shoulder the same burdens as women when it came to these matters. Where Eris would be applauded, Nesta would meet whispers and raised brows.

Their dinner was relatively pain free. Neither of them exhibited any sort of physical affection in the hotel’s restaurant, but their conversation surged with an electricity Nesta had not encountered before. Eris met her every step of the way intellectually. He showed photos from his day sight seeing and they discussed the history of the island, mythologies, then the conversation took them to architecture and economics. Not once did she feel like she needed to dumb herself down or hold back, and Eris never needed to explain concepts to her delicate, little mind. It was wonderful.  

When Nesta went to grab her second pudding from the buffet, a formidable figure tailed her to the table. Cassian invited himself to the table. The wooden legs of the chair scraped noisily on the tiled floor as he drew out the chair to sit on. Eris regarded him with cool contempt.

‘We meet again.’

‘How’s your surprise for Lucien and Elain going?’

Nesta tamped down on the fury that he’d insert himself here just to irritate her.

‘You’ll see it tomorrow,’ continued Eris, voice not wavering from the utterly bored tone it exuded.

Cassian made a show of looking around the room like it was a pantomime. ‘Where’s your imaginary boyfriend, Nes?’

Beside her, Eris gasped. ‘You have an imaginary boyfriend?’

Nesta gave a bland smile. ‘Apparently so.’

Her silver eyes turned to Cassian like a cat bearing down on a mouse. ‘He’s sat here with me, can’t you see him?’

Somebody called his name. Nesta caught sight of Azriel striding through the doors, Mor at his heels followed by Rhysand. She couldn’t imagine herself being part of that group. She hadn’t really been back then either. Nesta had tried to take on their hobbies and hated every minute of it. She would count down the hours until she could go home and be herself again. The rare times that she did show herself, Mor would ask what her problem was and why a stick was jammed up her ass because she didn’t want to do shots with dinner.

Cassian did not say a farewell – nor did he tuck the chair back under the table – when he departed.

‘Maybe we’re in the Sixth Sense. Only you can see me.’

‘You’re pale enough to be a ghost,’ she said softly before digging into her green jelly.

 Eris touched the spot over his heart, gasping slightly. ‘I’m ginger. I will burn if I go out there.’

Despite spending nearly half of the day with her, Eris was still not tired of Nesta’s company. He made her feel as if she was good enough exactly as she was. They took a stroll along the beach as the sun began its descent, with Nesta teasing it was the only time Eris could go out in the daylight hours without turning into a tomato. When he snaked his fingers into hers on the walk back, Nesta made no noise of protest. In fact, it was rather lovely.

As the hotel came into view, tension clawed up her spine and had her releasing Eris’ hand before she could question why. There was no reason to stop her from holding his hand. No reason except the confounded emphasis she put on others’ opinion of her. Nobody here mattered except for Elain, Feyre, and Nyx. Well, maybe Lucien a little bit. If they cared who she held hands with then maybe they didn’t have her best interests at heart because these hours with Eris had been easy. And that was how it was supposed to be, wasn’t it?

Against her mind who told her it was a bad idea from the start, Nesta’s heart took over. She reached for the hand hanging limply at Eris’ side. Surprise had his shoulders straightening then he squeezed her fingers.

‘I am just an imaginary boyfriend escorting his not-one-night-stand back to her sisters.’

‘You are more than that,’ she replied.

‘Am I?’

‘A dog dad too whose entire phone memory is consumed by photos of them.’

That made him smile. It stretched across his cheeks, brightening his amber eyes. He brought her fingers to his lips to kiss them.

***

That night, her room was invaded by Feyre and Elain except the former checked her phone constantly for messages from her beloved and the latter had a head filled with Lucien. Nesta could not complain too much. Her own heart was fluttering with thoughts about a different Vanserra and she couldn’t help but divert questions towards him while Elain babbled about the family she was marrying into. So far, she had discovered very little that was unpleasant about Eris. He seemed to have no skeletons in his closet – none that Elain spoke of anyway. By all accounts, he could be aloof and impersonal, but not a bad person. One committed to his work and ambition.

‘Lucien says he’s his mother’s favourite but Eris’ is his father’s. I feel sorry for the other brothers.’

‘Parents shouldn’t have favourites,’ replied Feyre, the curtness in her voice sharp enough to cut.

Easy to say when they’d watched Elain doted and adored by their father for years after their mother died. His beautiful brown-eyed girl, he used to say.

Oblivious, Elain went on. ‘We had a family dinner once. Lucien said they never happen because his parents despise each other but her family don’t approve of divorce, it would cause a scandal in their social circle, and he won’t let her take his money. Lucien thinks his parents have both had affairs too.’

Nesta’s grey eyes flickered over to the bottle of wine in Elain’s hands. It had been drained a lot quicker than Feyre’s. To protect her younger sister from a hangover on her wedding day, she gently prised the bottle from her hand then traded it for water and snacks from the minibar.

Eventually, Feyre returned to her room when the pull of Rhysand became too strong then Elain settled into Nesta’s bed for the night. Wrapped up in excitement for a lifetime of love, sleep found her sister easily. She pulled the thin sheet around Elain, turned the air conditioning down, then lay on the lounger out on the balcony. After spending time with others, Nesta had always needed to decompress. It was still warm despite the darkness. The moon hung like a pearl in the sky, scattering silver light onto the black waves. Distantly, she could make out the sounds of crickets chirping near the dunes.

With another glance over her shoulder that Elain was fast asleep and not peering over her shoulder, Nesta turned down the volume on her phone and trawled back through her gallery. The intention had been to watch the video for a few seconds then delete it, but once she had pressed play, Nesta found herself unable to stop watching. She hadn’t realised she was that flexible.

One watch through was enough. It didn’t leave her curling with embarrassment as she expected, but as she clicked the delete button, a sudden jolt of sadness rocked her. She supposed she had thirty days to retrieve it from the recycling bin. Or, a voice which sounded a lot like Eris’ said, they could always film more.

***  

 When Elain turned to her that morning, veil peeled back so Nesta could see her beautiful face, she had to force down a sob. Nesta wasn’t her mother, but she had done her part in raising her. Her gorgeous, little sister was now a bride.

‘You look stunning,’ she said, dabbing at her eyes.

Elain fanned her face. ‘Please don’t set me off crying again, Nesta.’

It only happened three times that morning: as soon as Elain had woken up, when Feyre had arrived with the flowers, and then when she’d shown her a picture of Nyx already in a darling waistcoat with a bowtie.

‘This is why I eloped,’ said Feyre with a sharp-toothed grin from the vanity.

Nesta held back her comments. They married quickly so Feyre didn’t have time to consider it properly or to run away from her prick of a husband.

‘It will be you next, Nesta.’

The confidence in Elain’s voice was admirable. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. While they continued with the finishing touches on their hair and makeup, Nesta did find herself daydreaming about her own nuptials one day. Not a beach wedding like Elain – if she ever had to see sand again, she’d scream. Destination weddings were ruled out largely too because Nesta spent enough time travelling on planes to every corner of the country. A small voice whispered that Eris would probably want his dogs at the wedding. She felt herself blushing at her own thoughts. Why the hell was she thinking about what Eris would want at a wedding?

Elain had both of her sisters walk her down the aisle, declaring she wouldn’t be where she is now without them. The wedding went off without a hitch. Despite the sand. Despite the heat. Everything was beautiful for the newlyweds.

She did spare some sympathy for the pale-skinned, red-haired Vanserras who would burn if exposed to the sunlight for too long. Seemingly catching her thought process, Eris threw her a grin.

When it came to photographs, it was no surprise when the tallest siblings were paired together. Eris’ hand slid around her hip as they stood sidelong besides Lucien and Elain, with Feyre and Rhysand the other side of them.

‘I am so sorry,’ murmured Nesta. ‘I have not stopped sweating since we woke up.’

‘Heat or nerves?’

They flashed bright smiles for the camera.

‘Both.’

Another few rounds of dazzling camera lights fizzing at them coupled with the sun overhead had Nesta fanning her face during the respite. Eris slid over to her.

‘If you can handle smelling like me and the fact it’s been smeared all over my armpits,’ he said, ‘here.’

From his pocket, he produced a roll-on deodorant. And Nesta had never been so thankful for deodorant in her life. Using Eris as a shield, Nesta smeared her sweaty pits with a cool kick fragrance, whatever that was then stood with her hands on her hips to let it dry. This should have been awkward. A man offering her deodorant shouldn’t have had her breathing a sigh of relief or feeling glad that he was around. Yet, Nesta found it easy to be around Eris. Even from the first day that they’d met when she had sprinted into his house to escape Cassian and the dogs, it had been easy between them.

The venue for their reception was small, intimate and blessedly air conditioned.

Nesta had already done her duty at the engagement party so she could sit back and listen to the speeches after their meal. Maybe she was biased, but Eris’ had been the best. It was quick and clever, set to the backdrop of their photo presentation down memory lane – which he gave her a heaping of praise for to the crowd. Elain clutched her hand, tears steadily falling as she watched and listened. They did a good job with the hurried surprise.

Once the first dances were done and more feet descended upon the dance floor, Eris glanced at her. Her lips twitched in response. It took only heartbeats for him to rise and extend a hand once more to her.

‘You cannot look at me like that and expect me not to sweep you off your feet.’

‘Am I at risk of being swept off my feet?’

Her fingers curled around his palm as she stood, hands fitting together perfectly. Her chest brushed his sending a pulse of need through her body. It was not the same need that had made her shed her clothes and loosen her inhibitions. This need started off slow, unfurling like the petals of a flower as the sun rises. She wanted to be held by Eris, wanted to spend an evening at his side.

‘Definitely. Your imaginary boyfriend is an impeccable dancer.’

And that he was.

A band had been hired which suited Lucien and Elain’s tastes perfectly. They were a folky group, singing their favourite songs, and some of which Nesta actually knew.

Eris spun her once, twice, three times, then she was in his arms. Her own looped around his neck. The heat of his palms brushed against her spine. For once, Nesta was not aware of who was watching or what they’d think. The thought never even crossed her mind because there was only him.

‘I never went to prom,’ she murmured. ‘This is like one of those moments, isn’t it?’

The band played a song she knew from a film. It was slow and tugged at her heartstrings.

Eris gave her another coy smile. ‘I never went either. I had a national debate competition in the morning.’

‘Why am I not surprised?’

‘Because you already know me. Just as I felt like I already knew you the first time we met. Because we’re the same. We’re twin flames.’

‘Oh.’

She had whispered it, voice tender and fragile.

‘Eris.’

He tipped his face closer to hers so she could feel his breath on her skin, feel the thrumming of his heart against her own chest.

Nesta whispered, ‘I think I am being swept off my feet.’

His hands clamped to her lower back as he lifted her and took a slow spin on the spot, while her own arms remained locked around his neck. Her smile was real. It refused to go even when Nesta wanted to banish it.  

‘Well and truly swept?’

‘Well and truly swept,’ she agreed.

His lips brushed against the delicate shell of her ear and she was nearly brought to her knees from the tenderness of it. ‘Not bad for an imaginary boyfriend.’

Nesta kissed his cheek. Her lips brushed against his hard, elegant cheekbones. ‘This is the best fake date I’ve ever had.’

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine you and Soren liking one another but him being worried he can't compete with the other man in your life...your best friend Callum

You were Callum's best friend and had been as long as you could remember. Your moms were close friends and you were born only 1 month apart so you went through everything together. When Callum's mother married the king and moved to the palace she brought your mother with her they were that good friends. Then when Callum's mom died, your mother tried her best to help keep her memory alive for Callum and Ezran and the King was always grateful for that.

Having grown up at the palace together you were also around Soren from a young age but only really noticed him as a teenager. That's when you realised he was totally hot. That was also when your realised you wanted to be a soldier. You got to participate in Callum's training sessions but quickly surpassed him. You remembered the exact date Soren first complimented your fighting style. You'd been sparring with Callum when Soren happened to be walking by. You decided to go extra hard hoping he was watching and he the was. You knocked Callum into the mud with the force of your strike which Soren found hilarious and he bounded over to tell you. "You should totally come to the intermediate classes I run" Soren said and you nodded "I'll be there!". Once he'd left Callum sighed "I know you fancy him but did you really have to give me a concussion?".

Callum was your best friend so it didn't take him long to realise you were into Soren but the man himself didn't quite get that. You quickly progressed through your classes to the stage where Soren was giving you one on one sessions which you both used as a cunning excuse to be alone together, unaware the other was doing the same thing. You even started staying in the palace as an excuse to bump into Soren more and the chemistry between the two of you felt amazing. However, Soren was worried about your friendship with Callum. Although Claudia assured him there was nothing going on there (she was stunned Soren couldn't see you had fallen for him hook line and sinker) he still couldn't shake away this feeling he was competing with Callum if not for your hand then at least for the first place spot in your heart.

You made it onto the King's Guard after years of work and Soren was determined to finally ask you out...but enter Rayla and her assassins. You were with Callum when he found her and escape with Ezran, Rayla and Callum with the egg. However, Soren had no idea you'd gone willingly and spent weeks pushing himself to the limit so he could rescue you. He promised, the second he saw your beautiful face he'd propose or something! Claudia told him this might be weird considering you'd never dated and so he agreed he'd ask you to be his girlfriend before wife. But then he found out it was all fake! You'd never been kidnapped by an evil elf but had gone willingly and just fed him that story because it was convenient. Soren felt betrayed and to make it all worse, you'd done it for Callum. So when Soren saw you again at the Moon Nexus, after Callum convinced Rayla to let them stay, he had a lot of feelings.

"What's wrong Sorbear?" Claudia asked him "you haven't said a word since Callum showed us to our room". Even Callum's name made him angry and he sighed "nothing". "Okay but it's clearly something so tell me or I'll tickle you until you tell me". Soren sighed "she left me, for him" and all the humour left the room at his tone. "Y/n?" Claudia asked and Soren nodded "I was so worried about her and now I feel so stupid. She always picks him and I don't know what else I was expecting. She became a king's guard for him. She ran away from all that for him! She lied to me and let me think she was kidnapped for him! He's her everything". Claudia frowned "yeah Y/n cares about him but they're best friends! That's all". Soren shook his head "she loves him Clauds, how do I compete with that?". Claudia tried to explain to Soren there were many different ways to love someone and one wasn't superior to another but he was too pouty and wouldn't listen.

When you found out Soren was here you were a mixture of ecstatic and nervous. When you'd left the two of you were close, pretty much an unofficially couple. Soren was training with you every night of the week and then he'd walk you back to your room. You'd go out together on Friday or Saturday evenings and Claudia had started calling you Soren's girl which made both of you blush but neither of you had stopped her. Seeing him again would be awkward to say the least but Callum could be an idiot sometimes and didn't think about this.

"So...Sorens back" Callum said smirking suggestively "you must be happy". "Wait you and that big lug?" Reyla asked. You went to deny it when Callum nodded "oh yeah they've had the hots for each other for ages! They used to train together just as an excuse to get close to each other. They were totally a couple just never made it official. We won't be seeing much of Y/n now with him around" Callum smiled. You shook your head " I don't know, he might be mad at me". "What? That's crazy!" Callum said but you shook your head "then why didn't he come and see me? You didn't force him to go straight to his room right?". Callum paused "well no...". "And you probably told him I was here right? What did he say". Callum frowned "well he didn't comment which I did think was odd but I bet he's just tired". "He's hurt" you frowned and Rayla frowned "why?" she asked in her typical brass way. "I'm guessing it's the whole leaving without telling him, faking a kidnapping and running away from him thing. He's hurt I never trusted him or went to him for help". Callum frowned "then just apologise. There's no way he can stay mad at you". You frowned but decided to give it a go.

So you made your way over to Claudia and Soren's room and just as you were about to walk up the path Claudia appeared. She saw you and smiled "hey y/n great to see you! You here for Soren? Just go on in!". "Are you sure?" you asked and she nodded "yep no need to knock" and walked away. You nodded and walked right in, to find a shirtless Soren. He'd clearly just come from the shower and looked amazing. He'd always been muscular and tall but add that to not seeing him in weeks plus the tension between the two of you and you'd never been more attracted to him.

Soren heard footsteps and turned "Claudia have you seen my..." when he saw it was you. "Oh..." he said and that jolted you back into reality. Soren always smiled when he saw pretty much anyone but especially you, so to see him so serious was upsetting. You nodded "Hi, Callum told me you were here and I just wanted to come and make sure you were okay". Soren shrugged "we're fine" and you nodded "it must've been hard travelling all this way just the two of you". Soren shrugged putting his shirt on "well you do anything when someone you care about is in danger...or maybe they're just lying to you about it". You sighed "Soren I'm so sorry for leaving without telling you. You deserved better than that and I never wanted you to follow me or worry about me. I just didn't get the chance to talk to you because Callum needed my help and I knew he'd had that run-in with Claudia". Soren shook his head "you know I'd worry about you Y/n and I'd always listen to you if you came to me as would Claudia but even if she didn't there's no way I'd just blindly side with her". You nodded "I know, I know, I'm so sorry everything just happened so fast and I was scared. I know I can trust you of course I do. It was you who encouraged me to go out for king's guard. You who got up early to run all those drills with me. You who vouched for me when nobody else would. You meant the world to me Soren and I'd hate for something like this to ruin all that!" you cried tears leaking down your face and Soren caved "hey, hey calm down it's okay!". "So you forgive me?" you asked sniffling and Soren nodded "yes I forgive you" and hugged you. You relaxed against him and it felt like you'd never left. You buried your head in his chest and felt him tighten his arms around you. This was the safest you'd felt since this all started and it was a while before Soren let go of you.

You spent pretty much the whole night together catching up and it felt so good to be back together. Neither of you had said anything so you still weren't technically a couple but Soren kept putting his arm around you and your eyes lingered on one another.

When you saw Soren again in the morning after a brief 2-hour sleep you blushed and Callum smirked "someone's got a boyfriend". You punched him making Rayla laugh. You took a seat next to Soren at the table and he shot you a huge smile that made you want to melt. "Hey Y/n! I saved you some breakfast, Claudia tried to take your bowl because it had more in it and she said you wouldn't notice...". "Did not!" Claudia cried but from her blush, you could tell Soren was telling the truth so nodded "thanks Soren" shooting him a big smile. Soren nearly melted.

However things weren't all sorted, Rayla still didn't trust the duo and with good reason. Although Soren was thrilled to be back with you he did suspect you'd been brainwashed. "I mean come on, what other reason would make Y/n side with an elf?". "Both Callum and Ezren also siding with her?" Claudia pointed out. Soren shook his head "no she's too smart just to get pulled along by them, I'm telling you she's been forced!". "Either way we can't let them leave with the elf that's for sure" Claudia replied.

You were outside the door on your way to go ask Soren if he wanted a walk. You rushed back to the others and sighed "Rayla you were right but I want to create the plan to leave Soren and Claudia behind. Not hurt them". "No problem" Rayla said "I'm just glad someone else has seen the light...or heard the light".

So you put together a plan. You'd make Soren and Claudia thought you were going along with them but it was an illusion. Rayla would lure Soren away and tie him up while you kept Claudia busy. Then you'd both escape on PhiPhi. You felt bad for lying to Soren but this time planned to tell him you were going.

So you did just that. After Rayla had tied Soren to a tree you approached him "Soren I'm doing with Rayla and I'm not brainwashed or being forced. I'm sorry to be leaving you again, I know it might seem weird to you but it's something I need to do and I need you to understand. I don't need your permission but I do want you to know I'm not leaving you and I will come back because I want you...I like you" you said. Soren hadn't looked happy to be tied to a tree but when he heard your explanation he positively grinned.

Soren smiled at you, his bright blue eyes sparkling "I like you too and have been waiting ages to hear you say that...I won't stop you, I mean I can't but you know that means I have to follow you right? As long as you're out here in possible danger I won't leave you". You nodded "I figured you might say that...and there's nothing I can do to deter you?". Soren laughed "not a chance" and you smiled "well it might be quite nice knowing you a few steps behind me". "Not many" Soren replied still smiling"you know I could always outpace you. Plus having you as the goal will certainly increase my motivation". You smirked "you always did like chasing me huh?" enjoying this when Rayla groaned "Y/n are you seriously flirting right now? We have to go!". "Oh yeah right" you nodded "bye Soren" and you rushed away. Soren smiled watching you go, he honestly wasn't even sad. He was just excited and when Claudia found him he was just grinning goofily.

Let the chase begin.

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So in honour of the new season of The Dragon Prince which I am absolutely loving, I had to polish off and post an old Soren imagine because he's just as great in the new season and he's still my favourite character.

[kae-karo]

is it bad I want to see your other ideas anyway-- adsagkljdslkgj. HOW MANY WIPS DO YOU HAVE actually scratch that I cant say shit because I have a kise wip in progress rn oops-- cant wait for your rnis work to drop <3<3<3

ahahhahaha no no ur so valid!!! for context (x) i'll do uhhh a quick synopsis below the cut for anyone who's interested in what i didn't mention over on twt !!! and i'll talk abt wips too LMAO i love a good excuse to talk abt what i'm working on. and omg dw u are so valid !!!!! and i take no offense i am always in wip hell (affectionate) (i like having things to jump around between so i never get too frustrated if i get stuck somewhere)

if any of yall see anything below that ur super into, let me know!! always cool to know what people are hyped about, may influence what i work on next lmao

first, wips!!

as mentioned i have a rnis fic which is VERY very loosely based on the concept from this post (x) ft background ryusae lsjdffsd cause i apparently can't write a fic without them

also if ur a fan of the mall au (x) i'm currently posting, u will be thrilled to know that i am neck-deep in part 2 which will feature sendou (some ryusaesen but endgame aikusenbarou), charles (one-sided pining for shidou + endgame niko/charles), isagi (kaisagi and some bachisagi), and karasu (tabieita fake dating flavor) !!!!

ryusae praise kink gone wrong !!!!! i love the way shidou is so complimentary of others and i Bet he has a praise kink himself and i just think that sae'd pick up on that and (completely on accident) say smth that rly hits on something shidou's actually sensitive about (like, smth he's self-conscious about that sae compliments) and it turns the whole 'about to hook up' vibe into smth rly soft and tender

ouuuuu ryusae Again but this time, sae got machine-ified at a young age to basically be used as an enhanced human processor for a research facility (where he's basically always hooked up to wires and whatnot, processing research data etc) and shidou's the new maintenance person assigned to take care of him :)

i think i mentioned in passing that i had some other ideas for spinoffs of the kaisagi counterspell fic (x) but i have actually started working on the initial ryusae spinoff which is a getting-back-together vibe where shidou broke it off bc sae couldn't accept the idea that shidou might like him just...for him, so he used shidou as a test subject for various spells he was developing in an effort to push him away

ryusae Again i swear i think abt charas that aren't sd and se lmaoooo this one's fully just pwp and my ovipos kink + shidou with tentacles :)

ough a longfic idea that i wrote a little bit of the start of that's ryurin but i think i need to rethink the actual dynamics of their relationship bc i might prefer platonic ryurin (like,,,,relationship but not romantic) but high school au with rin who's crushing on kaiser (bear with me) bc he thinks kaiser's so Cool and Punk only for kaiser to start changing his behavior bc he's crushing on sae who is very Uncool and Preppy (in rin's eyes) only to find out that sae's annoying friend shidou is actually very cool and punk and likes the same music etc etc chaos ensues

ryukai i just think they should be messy together and the line "are you seriously hard right now" felt hilariously perfect to make kaiser say to shidou. while they're watching rnis fight on field. i think this one includes some repressed kaisagi emotions on kaiser's part tho so i have to think abt how deep or not deep i wanted to go with those

kise spinoff of spellbound (x) the ryukuro fic !!!! that goes into detail on when sae first showed up at the castle and how he ended up staying

and then tbh i have a number of other wips that i refuse to say ive abandoned but also i have not touched in a While (zhongli x kaeya/childe/diluc/aether, bakutodo boarding school au, a kunigiri i halfway rewrote when i found out i accidentally completely deleted a kncg fic i wrote that couldn't be recovered)

and then other ideas asdkfjklsfdj

isagibowl actor au that i did not delve into plot wise any further than that lmaoooo frankly i just think i need to write isagibowl at some point cause that boy deserves to FUCK

my cousin's best man at his wedding gave a speech abt how my cousin FORGOT WHO HE WAS after they'd already met and been on like. the same baseball team or smth and idek what ship this would be (probs smth with rin or sae) but it made me laugh so hard i had to write it down

sae who Refuses to form attachments with anyone and hooks up with many people (this is labeled in my notes as 'sae using whoever as basically a dildo' and frankly i'm right)

everyone in ng11 having a tattoo so sae has a tramp stamp. idk if it's when he acquires the tattoo or what but i just think i should write abt it

siren sae ryusae this is a GREAT idea i should rly write this but siren sae who gets captured on purpose to bait someone on the ship into going overboard (ofc it ends up being shidou that he fixates on) and eventually he succeeds and nearly kills shidou except shidou's just looking at him like he sees sae and not some Evil Creature and sae's just like. fuck. and doesn't kill him, just tosses him up on some beach which is a pain in the ass cause no legs and then shidou finds him again and sae tries to scare him off by being all demon siren like and shidou is just ENAMORED

throat goat shidou ryurin where shidou'll give basically anyone head and most of the pxg guys have taken him up on it. rin hasn't (but he will :) )

another nontraditional fic format concept where sae keeps detailed records of everyone he's slept with, notes on preferences kinks how good/not good the sex was etc etc in like. a Form format

o i'm redacting this one cause i decided to use this idea for an original story instead lmao

noaego outsider pov "i wonder if your therapist knows everything about me" based right before noa goes to bllk to coach the bm team i just think noa's poor therapist would be so exasperated abt him going back to his ex like that

ryurin neighbors au where rin can see in shidou's window and that guy is ALWAYS half-naked and doesn't have/doesn't close his blinds/curtains and rin gets so fed up with it that he leaves a note on the door except then he swears it's happening MORE often, chaos ensues and rin goes over to Confront the guy. horny chaos ensues :)

kaisagi pov of fanfic writer hiori where kaiser's desperately trying to figure out what the hell is happening with all this fic stuff. bachira keeps sending isagi kaisagi fic from his fave author (hiori, not that he knows that) and isagi ends up reading it (out of morbid curiosity ofc !!!!) unsure of the resolution but it would be very cracky i think

saesagi my beloved but it's a seat chat fic bc i'm unwell about seat chat on airplanes. anyway 12yo isagi finds out he's on a plane with ITOSHI SAE (13yo, when he got scouted for real madrid) and sends him a seat chat message just talking about how amazing a player he is etc. ffw however many years and sae is lowkey obsessed with him (maybe in a 'his encouragement is what got sae through some of his darkest times in madrid' sort of way)

ryusae it's always ryusae lmao pop idol sae and budding makeup artist shidou. sae's notorious for being insanely picky abt his makeup (brands, application, style, etc) and regularly fires new artists. at some point, he fires one right before he's supposed to go on stage, calls kaiser in (old friends, and kaiser did his makeup before kaiser made it big & started his own company) and kaiser's like just this once, then i'm sending you someone else. and sends over the guy that barged into his office trying to get a job with no credentials or pro experience or references (aka shidou lmao)

ryusae (again, i know) trans camboy shidou and very invested watcher sae, but it's set in canon, and that's actually part of why sae picked shidou for the u20 game

ryusae (i knOW) where shidou wakes up multiple times to sae fucking him (or riding him, blowing him, etc) and he's like. pretty boy. I wanna be involved in this, wake me up next time. and sae is like rly cautious and hedgy abt it. won't say why but could go lots of ways - he thinks he wants it too often and shidou will find him annoying, he's still struggling to say when he wants smth, etc

ryukai dying each other's hair. bonus points if they both end up with purple tips

ryucha where charles clocks shidou's boner on field and follows him into the locker room to get dicked down about it

kise based vaguely (plot whomst we don't know her) on not the one by movie night (x)

kaisagi fwb i typed 'ypichi' in a fic on accident and published it not noticing the typo and i think kaiser would typo isagi's name and then put him in his phone as 'y🍑y' which would irritate isagi to no end. other than that, plot whomst?

rin&sae 2nd person pov fic about destroying your brother's dreams or smth along those lines. i have like. one starting line to potentially use here lsdjfklfs

either ryusae (iKNOW okay i know) or rinsagi based on i like me better by lauv (specifically the spotify studio recording version) (x) where they're just being. so unbearably soft for each other

rinsagisae based on in the middle by dodie (x) idk which one would be the ex of isagi's but i have written ryurinsae before and i wld rly like to try my hand at rinsagisae as well

ryukai i am deeply obsessed with them both having this core motivator of 'proof of existence' and i think that could be a fun idea to incorporate into a pwp fic

this is so important to me i need to write an h2o fic some day and i think it being about sae, isagi, and kaiser getting mer'd would be the best way to hit on all the relationships and dynamics i would want to explore

phew. okay. sldkfjklsfdjsfd. hey if u made it this far, thanks for checking this out !!! i think i unironically have another 11 fics i've finished that are in the queue to post over the next couple months so hopefully u will enjoy those as well!

and hey if any of these sounded particularly interesting (or any of the ideas i mentioned on my twt thread - x) feel free to let me know!! no promises, but i could possibly be steered toward certain ideas over others once i'm done with this rnis fic lmao

[crimsonblackrose]

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Poor Miggy looking for Sam.

And of course they're fighting. Sam, just listen to Tory would you. (I know she's having a rough time.)

Both Miguel and Robby need like body armor for the Tory Sam fights.

I also think it's funny that they keep doing this and it literally never works.

Sam yelling that Tory's been working with Kreese. Like a lot of conversation was listened to before Sam went on offense.

Oh hey at least both girls left without any damage, and neither Robby or Miggy got hurt, so actually progress.

I also like the way they meet up after both girls leave and are like wait did you know about this? No, no idea.

UGH it's literally been maybe 4 weeks max since Carmen is considered pregnant, the baby would not be that big. It for sure wouldn't have features.

Johnny wouldn't know that, but Carmen for sure would.

Carmen's doctor is Dr. Howard.

Johnny remembers where they parked, "Punch twice, p2"

Carmen says "Lawrence-Diaz" and Johnny likes it and cue Silver.

Silver got in on 3, quite possibly another hint of him being sick/dying or something.

"To congratulate you. What you and your partner have accomplished is a joy few get to experience." Johnny: Who told you about the baby.

Silver says he's doing everything for their future and his own, and tells Johnny to savor every moment before it's gone.

Which sounds like a threat, but I mean if he's dying it could be like Tommy's note.

Daniel wants to go to the portugese place on Laurel.

Louie wants to plan it and use it as an away to apologize for blowing up his car.

Reggie can hook Louie up with a free limo.

Johnny says there has to be dancing because Carmen loves dancing.

Louie told them to dress nice and he'll pick them up at 8, they don't all live together bud.

Anoush has a date.

Demetri to Hawk: Never let me miss a house party again.

Bert says he's friends with Stingray and stingray wouldn't lie to him.

Robby walking into Cobra Kai to apologize, Robby is so freaking brave. "I let you down. I turned my back on you. I didn't understand at the time but I realize now I was wrong. I shouldn't have just left.

Like he knows Silver kicked his sensei's ass, beat the tar out of Daniel. He knows Kreese was in prison, that his guy beat Stingray into a coma and was like yeah, I'm going to waltz in and tell his students I'm sorry for leaving them behind here.

Robby is a badass.

There is pain in this dojo because it's built upon fear, because this man is not your sensei, he is your enemy.

Tory shouldn't have nodded, Kim saw it.

Reggie's ride or die.

And this is Reggie:

Chozen has to remove all his weapons, he keeps sai's in his jacket pockets. But he'll at least get to pick them up again when he leaves.

Johnny looks around to see what he should order, sees a white claw, tries it, spits it out, says "It tastes like watermelon took a piss." and then shrugs and takes another sip

The LaRussos order a ketel martini, straight up, Macallan 18 neat and Chozen says no drink. He wants to stay ready in case Silver attacks.

Chozen orders a long island iced tea

Louie omg

Louie shows up with a tray full of shots "Oh, i've got shots kids" and gives this look to Johnny

when he says this stuff is strong, almost like a kick to the face.

They all cheer in Okinawan Karii

Stingray is hosting dungeons and dojo's games where he's the DM

he's the worst dojo master. Apparently, all of the party or at least most of the party died.

Everyone is gluten intolerant so he's not sure whose at the door.

His whole D&D group leaves past Bert.

Miyagi-fangs, oh this is a trap, you admiral ackbar-ed me.

Carmen points out that if Chozen was using fake weights wasn't he scamming himself out of money and not the villagers?

I like Daniel using Chozen's words against him. "No, I will get" in a very jokingly angry voice. Mimicking Chozen.

Amanda: That dance floor is calling my name. Carmen: Mine too. Amanda: Come and get it girl.

Carmen asks if Johnny is coming to dance with her but he looks at Chozen drinking his long island alone and tells her he'll catch the next one.

Dude truly knows what it's like to be alone, and probably to be an extra wheel with couples and doesn't want Chozen left fully alone.

Chozen asks Johnny how he's doing. Johnny: Honestly? I'm not sure.

Johnny says his whole life has been haunted by one stupid kick.

dodge it, block it, his life would be fixed. The kick wasn't the problem he had to stop focusing on what was behind and start looking at what was right in front of him.

Chozen says We are same. Both make mistakes. Both feel guilt for pain we caused. Now you have, uh, friends. family, children. I always wanted same things.

Ugh the thing that Terry started with Daniel but now stone. Someone please save her.

"it's solid stone, I will break my hand" "it will heal in time for the tournament"- Kim

Tory tries to leave, "I'm going home." and three of Kim's hench- sensei's literally block her path.

"I broke up with him because of this dojo you bitch." literally breaks the stone behind Kim. You go girl, but also owie.

"That must've been a hard decision."

They literally all leave Tory there curled up on the mat bleeding.

in another universe this was Stingrays D&D group

If I tell you what really happened he'll find out. I can't. It's not that easy you guys.

And then he realizes he can just tell a story instead. "I've been working on this new D&D campaign" and Miguel is like okay we don't have time, but Eli gets what Stingray is up to.

Stingray is a dwarven monk

and he pretty much says he'd give up everything he got if he could, after all the silver haired king nearly killed the monk. And his voice trembles when he says it and Bert I think catches how bad it really was.

Stingray wanted to be a proud and nobel warrior like Sam and Hawk but he's neither proud nor noble and not a warrior either. He's just really scared. He apologizes.

Sam leaves upset that she didn't get the info she needed. She's frustrated because if she had know, then the dojo wouldn't have had to close, maybe her and Miguel wouldn't have broken up. Just a lot of painful what if's.

Miggy pointing out that Tory telling them what happened must've been so hard. Sam doesn't know what it's like to be a part of Cobra Kai, but Miggy does.

Chozen's a good dude man. | Ah, that's putting it mildly.

Johnny tells Daniel that Chozen likes Kumiko and before he can continue Carmen pops up, says "No more talk, you're mine" and drags him towards the dance floor. "Gotta go." is all Johnny says clapping Daniel's arm on his way.

"I'm pretty sure they don't keep giant slabs of ice on hand Chozen."

"What kind of bar is this?"

as children chozen and kumiko played together in the ruins of king shō hashi castle. Chozen would hide and Kumiko would always find him. After Chozen's disgrace, he tried to hide from everything and Kumiko found him again, her kindness brought him back. She doesn't know how he feels. How he treated her, what he did to her. Unforgivable

Louie sees anoush, see's he's with Vanessa, Anoush tries to calm him down, Louie punches him in the face, Vanessa slaps him. Louie: You can do better than him, you're embarrassing the family. Anoush ducks down and charges at Louie.

Louie: Get your boyfriend off of me. Vanessa: I'm trying.

Daniel: Classic Louie. Limo, drinks, and some trouble.

Chozen: I'm glad I came here, but I made one big mistake, I should've taken you with me. (panic) okay bye.

Carmen and Amanda are going to take an uber home. Chozen has already dived into the limo yelling party time.

As a sketchy uber driver Johnny tells them to make sure it's an uber black.

Sam seeing injured Tory and then saying if you're having trouble with cobra kai i'd be willing to listen, tory lets her in.

Sam finally sees everything pretty much everyone has been telling her.

Her mom is now in a hospital bed. Previously she was in a bed with some machines but it was still a bedroom, now it looks empty of everything but the hospital bed.

The interior layout is different from before. I think this is the same interior layout as Johnny and Miggy's place

Kim wants Devon Lee to be the new champion.

I remembered being so tense the first time I watched this. With Silver saying he was going to take care of it, our party splitting into three. Amanda and Carmen on their own, Anoush and Louie finding out Reggie's not driving, the guys plastered but singing eye of the tiger. (Maybe they should do a rock karaoke night)

Daniel and Johnny realizing they're not there yet.

Lol i forgot they end the episode on Johnny, Chozen and Daniel realizing they're trapped in the back of the limo and don't know whose driving, can't get out and it's just careening so they keep slamming from side to side.

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The bar opening

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

Words: 3k+

Warnings: jealous JJ, top!JJ, bottom!reader, fingering, alcohol mentioned, public toilet sex, possession.

 Summary: Y/n and JJ had previously had a on and off relationship. JJ didn’t want to tell anyone on the team, or progress past casual hook ups. Y/n broke things off a couple weeks prior and since them JJ had been giving her the cold shoulder until one night at a new bar opening where her jealously becomes overwhelming.

A/n: I’m completely new to writing one shots so please bare with me. If there are typos I apologise. Im willing to take requests so throw them my way! Without further ado, enjoy🧡

Emily and y/n made their way into the crowded bar searching for the two blondes they’d planned to meet at the new bar opening.

Then she saw her. JJ leaned against the bar, waiting for the bartender to make her drink. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a sheer black blouse with a black lacey bralette underneath. Y/n drank up the view in front of her stopping as her eyes settled on JJ’s taut abs. She hungrily licked her lips.

“Pick your jaw off the floor idiot,” Emily whispered.

“You’re here!” Penelope excitedly shouted over the noise of people talking and started to run over to hug y/n and Emily.

JJ stayed at the bar waiting for their drinks but her eyeline followed Garcia, stopping as they reached their target. Her breath hitched and her throat suddenly became dry, she needed that drink asap.

Y/n was wearing a tight-fitting black dress, accompanied by a leather jacket and booted heels. Her hair was done to perfection as was her makeup. She looked jaw-droppingly good.

Y/n sauntered towards the bar; JJ’s eyes unapologetically remained on her. The women half-heartedly hugged y/n to keep up appearances.

Y/n broke away from the sorry excuse of a hug and ordered her drink. She noted the bartender clearly had wandering eyes, shamelessly checking her out whilst taking her order, delivering her martini before she even started making the other ladies’ drinks.

JJ caught the hunger in the young bartender’s eyes, she clenched her jaw, and her stomach began to churn. Once the drinks were ready the four women made their way to a circular booth and began chit-chatting. The conversation took an unexpected turn.

“She was totally checking you out y/n!” Emily teased gesturing to the bartender. “You should go talk to her.”

“Emily, don’t start,” y/n said shaking her head.

“I think she practically undressed you with her eyes.” JJ retorted openly rolling her eyes.

“Ohhhhh. That’s why you got your drink first?!” Penelope gasped. “She’s cute, I agree go talk to her, maybe we can get some free drinks.”

 JJ plastered a fake smile on her face as everyone joined in on psyching y/n up, one hand curling to make a fist under the table and the other gripping her glass, her knuckles now noticeably turning white.

 The bartender was undeniably attractive; dirty blonde hair, dark lipstick, and adorned in a tight-fitting shirt and mini skirt. It was the idea of flirting in front of JJ that just didn’t sit right with her.

The pair had called it quits, more so y/n than JJ. Though it seems more than mutual and there was no fight from JJ in the matter. Y/b was sick of being used for what she believed to be meaningless sex and hidden apartment dates. The sex was definitely enjoyable, it was mind-bending, but being called at absurd times of the night and avoiding the topic of dating with friends was taking its toll. She wanted more and when JJ wasn’t keen on the idea of letting people know about them and going public, enough was enough for y/n.

“Maybe later, I came here to spend time with you guys, not to flirt.” She proclaimed. She looked to the petite blonde in front of her, who had found a sudden interest in the liquid in her glass. She kept her eyes glued to her trying to get JJ to look at her. No luck there.

Emily and Garcia had dubbed y/n the ‘drink orderer’ in an attempt to get her to talk to the bartender, each time she returned quickly with their drinks. Despite the pair purposefully ordering at different times, she refrained from engaging in conversation with the gorgeous bartender. JJ offered to get her own drink, though that was so she could give the bartender a death stare.

After an hour y/n made her way to the bar to order everyone a third round, refusing to get them individually from now on. JJ’s eyes never left her as she walked up to the bar. Y/n could practically feel them boring holes into her back.

“I could be wrong, but I have a feeling your friends over there have an ulterior motive to continuously getting you to order.” The bartender gestured to the group. When y/n turned around all their heads whipped back around, and laughter erupted from the table, more so from Emily and Garcia.

“I think they want free drinks,” she laughed.

 “I tell you what, things are getting more and more hectic so how about you come behind the bar and help me make their drinks?” She asked with a wink. “They’ll be on the house.”

Y/n couldn’t resist, mainly because it seemed like it’d be fun more than anything, though the idea of making JJ envious echoed in the back of her head.

Smirking y/n replied, “Sounds like a fair deal.” She made her way behind the bar and did as she was instructed by the blonde.

Anger pulsed through JJ’s veins as she sat watching the bartender snake behind y/n, one hand on her waist. She grabbed the alcohol bottle and poured the contents into the mixer in front of y/n. JJ had seen enough and adverted her gaze anywhere other than the bar.

A few minutes passed before Garcia whisper and shouted as she gawked at the view in front of her, “OMG!”

 JJ shot her eyes now filled with fire in the direction of the bar, y/n started slowly licking the salt off the back of the bartender's hand causing JJ's whole bottle to freeze up. Y/n head bent back at a slight angle as the bartender started to pour tequila from the bottle into her mouth.

Y/n winced slightly as the alcohol made its way down her throat. The bartender then placed a lime wedge into her own mouth maintaining eye contact as she urged y/n to pry it from her mouth.

Y/n was hesitant to do so, but the alcohol took won over, inebriating her judgment. Fuck it, if JJ didn’t want to do anything like this with her in public she could watch as she did it with someone else.

The blonde’s blood was now boiling, her jaw clenched tightly. Her grip on the glass was deadly tight that it almost cracked under her unyielding grasp.

Everyone sat by the bar started to cheer and y/n burst out laughing at the show she’d unknowingly put on for them. She made her way out of the bar and took a bow. She brought the free drinks over with help from Emily and the bartender. They also received some free shots on the house which no one complained about.

“She seems fucking pissed,” Emily whispered into y/n’s ear as the two sat down. Y/n’s eyes landed on JJ who was sat directly across her, impressively avoiding eye contact but the rage in her eyes was unmissable. Y/n tried not to seem too proud, JJ didn’t want anything like this so she had no right to be jealous. Y/n didn’t belong to her.

“What’s her name?” Garcia asked, clearly the alcohol had taken its hold of her. “D-did you get her numbaaaa?”

“Her name’s Erika, and yes, I gave her my number after making it clear that I’d love to hang out as friends, which she was cool with.”

“That’s a shame, you two looked like you hit off,” Penelope said with a sad pout, “Sure you didn’t feel anything?”

“I’m not interested in her in that way,” Y/n said smiling sympathetically, Penelope was most definitely drunk and looked like she was going to cry.

“Clearly.” JJ scoffed quietly with a tight-lipped smile. It may have been said quietly but y/n heard it loud and clear.

“You can’t choose who you fall for I guess,” Emily said her eyes darting between JJ and y/n. JJ felt her heart drop at the comment. Reaching over she took Penelope’s hand.

“Come on, let’s get you some air.” She said a sudden shift in her tone which annoyingly warmed y/n’s heart. How could someone be so cold yet so kind and caring? It perplexed y/n and she hated that after everything she still wanted to understand how the cogs turned and worked in JJ’s mind.

Emily and y/n decided to head over to the small dance floor, it was more populated now than when they had first entered the bar. Erika finished her shift and asked if she could join them, her answer was provided in the form of Emily pulling the woman in to dance with them.

After two songs Penelope and JJ came and joined everyone on the dance floor. Y/n watched JJ dance from the corner of her eyes, she bit her lip as she noticed how her shirt began to cling to her from all the sweat. Her whole torso was on display through the sheer material of her shirt and it was driving y/n crazy. All she wanted was to feel the blonde on her again.

JJ watched the space between Erika and y/n get smaller and smaller as Erika pretended to pull y/n towards her with an imaginary fishing line. As much as it pissed her off, she couldn’t take her eyes off of y/n, her hips swaying in time with the music, it was mesmerising and turned her on.

Y/n moved her hands up and down her own body sensually sensing JJ’s eyes on her, unashamed of the fact she wanted to taut the blonde further. JJ felt heat rise between her legs, her heart began to race as she pictured all the things she wanted to do to y/n.

Erika’s hands snaked around y/n’s hips and pulled their bodies together. Y/n was practically grinding on her, her anger took hold yet again and she’d seen enough, storming to the toilets.

Y/n heard JJ’s heels, watching as she shook the earth beneath her with the force of her strides. She couldn’t stop herself from going after her. She swung the door open. “I spend too much time with Derek.”

JJ was leaning against the sink taking deep breaths whilst looking into the mirror. Her eyes shot up as she saw y/n appear through the door.

“Are you okay?” y/n asked her voice laced with worry. It was hard not to care after everything they’d been through, feelings like that don’t just disappear. Walking over she placed her hand on the small of JJ’s back trying to provide some comfort.

“Do you need to be such a flirt for fucks sake, her hands were all over you.” she choked out through pursed lips, looking up at y/n with a mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion plastered on her face.

Y/n sighed, retracting her hand from JJ’s back, she ran it through her hair in frustration. JJ confounded her, did she want her or not? It was all too much to understand with alcohol freely swimming through her bloodstream. She knew only one thing, and that was that she’d had enough of JJ’s bullshit.

“JJ, I don’t know what you want from me. These last few weeks you’ve given me the cold shoulder and everyone’s noticed it, so don’t fucking tell me they haven’t. You didn’t want to tell anyone about us, but they know something happened and I can’t say shit. I’m trying to get over this but you’re making it impossible. I’m not going to be your dirty little secret and plaything for when you’re horny. I fucking love-“ y/n caught herself before continuing, “loved you, I loved you. I thought we had something which you made abundantly clear didn’t. You can shove your jealously where the sun doesn’t shine because you don’t own me and I can let whoever I want touch me, when and where I want. So tell me, what is it you want from me Jennifer.” She let out a breath of relief feeling lighter now the truth was out there, it was exhausting playing these games.

JJ turned her whole body to face y/n, no longer leaning on the sink she was slightly taller. She placed a finger under y/n’s chin and lifted her head up so that she could look at her properly.

“JJ, please.” Y/n pleaded slightly taken aback by the contact.

In that moment JJ saw what she had done, she was responsible for making y/n feel this way, she’d given her so many mixed signals in a misguided attempt to protect her that she ended up hurting her in the process. She knew it was pathetic that she didn’t want to let y/n fully into her life. If she let her into her heart she could lose her, she’d been through so much and the hurt she carried would be too much for anyone.

She moved her hand from y/n’s chin to her cheek. The young woman relaxed and closed her eyes, focussing only on JJ’s soft fingers against her skin. She resented her body for becoming less tense by the light touch.

“Y/n.” JJ stepped closer and leaned forward so their foreheads were now touching, keeping her hand planted firmly on y/n’s cheek she finally responded, “I don’t know.”

Y/n felt JJ’s breath tickle her lips, the space between their bodies no longer existed, and somewhere amidst everything JJ’s other hand found its way onto her waist. JJ moved her head slightly back their faces were now millimetres away from each other.

“We can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.” Y/n tried to push away, though her legs refused, JJ’s hand on her waist held her firm and she felt herself getting lost in the moment and the piercing blue eyes staring directly into hers.

They stared at each other before both gazes drifted down to their lips. JJ’s lips came crashing onto y/n’s. She grabbed hold of y/n’s waist with both hands trying to pull her closer. The younger woman didn’t fight back and let herself be taken by JJ. The woman had so much power over her and she wasn’t ready to let it go.

Y/n felt a tongue glide again her bottom lip asking for permission to be let in. Y/n conceded once again and opened her mouth slightly, allowing JJ to explore freely.

She grabbed a fistful of JJ’s blonde hair as she was pushed backward. Both refused to pull their lips apart as they went crashing into a cubicle. Y/n was wedged between the wall and JJ’s body as hands began to explore her body. She moved her tongue into JJ’s mouth, and she felt JJ moan deep into her throat.

JJ moved y/n’s hair to one side and pulled her lips away, before y/n could protest the loss of contact, JJ brought her lips back down, now placing them on y/n’s neck. Waves of pleasure washed over her whole body and her core tightened. JJ moved one of her hands further down her body. Y/n pulled her dress up and felt JJ smirking against her neck at the act of submission. She bit down lightly on y/n’s sweet spot.

“Fuck.” she quietly moaned

“Who do you want?” JJ demanded.

Y/n didn’t want to give in, she knew JJ had full control over her, but she didn’t want to admit it.

JJ lightly stroked over her underwear and y/n sharply inhaled. She traced the hem of y/n’s underwear.

“Who?” JJ bit down harder on y/n’s neck demanding an answer.

Pain coursed through y/n’s veins but quickly subsided to pleasure.

JJ kept teasing the younger woman as she moved her hands to her inner thigh. 

“Jayje, please.” her breath was shallow, and not having JJ in her became too much, she needed the blonde to fill her. “You, I want you JJ, please just fuck me.”

In one swift movement, JJ shoved her hand into y/n’s underwear and inserted two fingers into her, slowly pumping them in and out. Y/n gasped as JJ curled her fingers slightly, hitting her g spot perfectly. Y/n’s moans started to get louder. She tightened her grip on JJ’s hair pulling her back up and the two met in a fiery kiss.

Y/n let have her whole, she gave herself to JJ completely and relinquished any hopes of having control when the blonde knew her body so well.

“Do you want Erica to fuck you like this?” JJ taunted as she slowed her pace.

“No, only you JJ. Please don’t stop. I only want you.” It was driving y/n crazy, all her dignity flew out the window wanting to chase her orgasm. She was instantly rewarded as JJ's thrusts sped back up and she plunged her fingers into y/n harder and impossibly deeper.

“Good girl.” She whispered into her lips and deepened their kiss once again. She opened her mouth slightly, swallowing every single one of y/n’s moans.

Y/n placed her free hand under JJ’s shirt, running her hand along the bare skin, she felt her orgasm steadily approaching, but not fast enough. She began grinding her hips back and forth, and JJ kept pumping her fingers in and out of her. The blonde pressed her thumb against y/n’s clit and began to draw tight circles.

Y/n moans were nearly screams and she was certain people could hear from outside the toilets, but she didn’t care, not when JJ was pushing her into a euphoric state.

“Only I can make you feel like this y/n. Say it.”

“F-fuck, only you can, fuck JJ, I’m-.” she whimpered against the blonde’s lips. Her legs began to uncontrollably shake, and JJ was practically holding her up. She dug her nails into JJ’s back earning a raspy groan, the sound itself threw her over the edge.

Her back arched against the wall, and her head back was thrown back from the power of her orgasm, she let out a loud and final moan. She was gasping for air as JJ slowed down but didn’t stop until y/n rode out the full length of her orgasm.

JJ peppered kisses down her jawline to her neck and finally pulled her fingers out. She brought her head back up and leaned it to y/n’s. Finally catching her own breath she spoke up.

“I want you, I want us y/n.”

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