#It's probably gonna be hours before they detach from each other

[somegrumpynerd]

@wickjump I was still thinking about them swinging each other around when they reunite so here are your special little guys c:

Also because I have to be silly or I'll die

[tikosblogg]

A Helping Hand

Part 2 Here

Summary: you’re in college, still a virgin and frustrated. You just wanna know what sex is like. Noah wants to offer his help.

Warning: oral (f receiving), fingering.

A/N: college boy Noah. HOT AF. Not proof read I apologize for any mistakes. Please enjoy.

The air in the apartment was thick with laughter and the scent of popcorn as me and my only two friends on campus lounged on the couch, binge-watching a new series. The conversation had turned to relationships—everyone was discussing their latest crushes and dating escapades.

I listened, a bit detached, nursing a twinge of envy. The thought of my virginity weighed heavily on my mind.

"I want to know what it’s like," I sighed, glancing down at my half empty drink. "I don't want to be a virgin anymore."

My friends exchanged glances, and Clara leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You know, I heard about that guy on campus, Noah Sebastian. He's supposed to be amazing in bed. I’ve heard stories, you should ask him." I rolled my eyes, feeling my insides flutter at the name.

"I am not gonna ask Noah Sebastian to fuck me. I don’t want to feel like some charity case." I sighed. If He asked me, you bet your ass I’d let him. But sadly I’m also aware, that he is way out of my league. Hence why he hasn’t asked me.

I’ve been around him and his friends at parties a bunch of times. We even had a nice long conversation one time about our favorite music. Yet he always found a girl the complete opposite of me to take home.

"Come on! It’s a great way to break the ice," Layna smiled nudging me playfully. "You’d be in good hands!"

I hugged my knees to my chest. "I don’t know. He’s had plenty of chances to ask me, and he hasn’t. He isn’t interested. I’ll probably just go out and find someone at one of the bars in town.”

They both smirk at each other, before quickly changing the subject. I decide to let it go, and join their new conversation. A couple hours later, I walked them to the door, as they gathered their things to leave. Layna turned towards me, pulling me into a hug. “Please just think about asking Noah. I promise you won’t regret it.” Clara nodded, hugging me as well.

I sighed nodding my head. “Yeah yeah, I’ll think about it.” I waved them off as they drove away, making my way back into the apartment. That night I stayed up late, looking up Noah’s socials, going through his pictures like a stalker. “God why are you so hot.” I mumbled under my breath. There is noway I’m asking him.

I entered my apartment, tossing my keys onto the counter. The glow from the livingroom lamp casting a warm hue in the quiet apartment. I settled into the couch, flipping through channels aimlessly as I tried to shake off feelings of loneliness.

Each ding of my phone caught my attention, but I dismissed the notifications as my friends being typical sent: memes, inside jokes, and rants about the day.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the silence. I glanced at the clock—it was unusually late. Hesitantly, I stood up and opened the door, and my heart nearly stopped. There stood Noah, looking hot as usual.

“Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting,” he grinned, his eyes casting down, and slowly back up my body. Confusion washed over me, as I struggled to respond. "Clara and Layna sent me." He chuckled, as my face fell in shock.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I remembered our conversation from a few nights ago. “Oh… wow, um, yeah I’m sorry for… this," I stammered. "I didn’t know they’d... well, um…" I trailed off, feeling anxious and down right humiliated.

He chuckled softly, his presence magnetic, making it hard to look away. “It’s alright.”

I shifted, biting my lip, an apology spilling out. "I really didn’t mean for them to set this up. I’m just—I'm…you really don’t have to be here."

“No, I’m mean it’s okay. No pressure, but I’m glad they sent me,” he assured gently, taking a step closer. “I want to be here. And honestly? I’d love to help you.”

My heart raced as I processed his words. This impossibly sexy guy, the one everyone talked about, wanted to help me. The weight of my own inexperience settled heavily on my chest, embarrassment mixing with excitement.

“Noah, I’m really shy about all this. I haven’t—”

“Y/n,” he interrupted softly, tilting his head slightly. “We can take it slow. I want to make sure you’re comfortable. I won't do anything you don’t want to.”

His genuine tone wrapped around me like a warm blanket, easing my anxiety. “What if I mess it up, and completely embarrass myself?” I whisper, my face on fire at this point. “I promise, it’s not about perfection. It’s about enjoying the moment. And trust me, the right person makes all the difference.”

The room felt charged with tension, uncertainty melted into curiosity. I took a deep breath and gestured for him to come inside. As he stepped in, I felt a rush of disbelief. This was really happening.

Noah looked around the apartment, his gaze landing on me with an intensity that sent my heart fluttering. “So, what do you want to do first? You’re in complete control right now. We can take it slow tonight. start with the small things, and then next time we can a little further.” he smiled, his voice low and inviting.

I searched his gaze, finding kindness and patience. Next time? He wants to come back? My body fidgeted as I took a step closer. “Um I really don’t even know how to start..” I whispered, my shyness slowly overtaking me.

He smiled, and the warmth in his expression reassured me. “We can take all the time we need. Do you want me to take the lead?” His voice was low and smooth, carrying an invitation wrapped in gentle authority.

I looked up at him, his deep brown eyes searching mine, and felt a rush of warmth spread through me. My heart pounded in response, whispering its consent even before I found the words to say it. Nodding slowly, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness coil within me.

With a soft smile, Noah took my hand, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt of comfort through me, as he guided me to the couch, the plush fabric a welcoming embrace as I sank into its depths. He threw a behind my head, resting it on the back of the couch. His grip remained gentle yet firm, a reminder of his steady presence.

“I promise I’ll take care of you,” he assured me, his voice rich with sincerity. “And if you ever want me to stop, you just say the word, okay?” I nodded again, a small but powerful gesture, and felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was safe here with him.

He leaned closer, his hand gently cupping my cheek, sending another rush of warmth through me. Our eyes locked, and Without breaking our gaze, he began to lean in, and instinctively, I tilted my head to meet him, closing the distance.

His lips brushed softly against mine, a tentative exploration, as if tasting the sweetness of the moment. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from tender to a more passionate embrace. I found myself melting into it.

He pulled back slightly, and I could feel my breath quicken. The warmth of his palm still lingered on my cheek, and I craved more of his touch. “You okay?” he asked, his voice a blend of curiosity and concern.

I nodded again, a smile breaking across my lips, unable to find words that could capture how I truly felt.

Noah leaned in again, claiming my lips with a newfound urgency that sent my heart racing. I surrendered to the moment, letting him lead. I melted into him, as his hand slowly crept up my thigh, squeezing gently.

A whimper escaped my lips, surprising even me, but it drew a teasing smile from him as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in that way that made my wet core throb. His gaze was soft, and teasing an invitation to share my thoughts, and yet I felt my cheeks heat up.

With a shy nod, I felt a rush of warmth trickle through me. I was fumbling with my words, my heart racing as he challenged me to speak. “I—I…” I stuttered, feeling the weight of his gaze. “I feel really good.”

His smile widened at my confession, and he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against mine in a soft, lingering kiss before trailing them down my throat. A soft moan escaped me, unexpected yet welcome, as I let my fingers find their way into his soft brown hair.

I gripped it gently, feeling the softness between my fingers, grounding me in this moment that felt unreal.

“Good? Just good?” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, sending shivers through me. He licked, and nipped along my neck, each time igniting a fire in my veins. I could hardly keep the gasp at bay as his lips danced over sensitive spots, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

“More than good,” I finally managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper, caught between vulnerability and desire. The honesty in my words caused his teasing demeanor to shift, his eyes darkening with something deeper, something more serious.

He raised his head, his eyes locking with mine, stripping away the teasing to reveal a sincerity that made my heart flutter. “I want to make you feel amazing,” he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly over my inner thigh, so close to where I really needed him. “Tell me what you want.”

His words hung in the air, and I could feel the weight of them. My breath hitched, and I felt a blend of excitement and insecurity. I wanted him to keep kissing me, to keep this connection alive. “Just—keep doing that,” I whispered, motioning towards his hand on my thigh, my voice cracking just a bit. “But…but higher.” I whispered. 

Noah grinned, a spark of mischief igniting in his eyes. His hand slid up the rest of the way, his thumb pressing directly on my swollen clit through my shorts. “Right there?” His voice was low, and teasing.

His eyes never leaving my face. I let out a whine, nodding my head, as he once more dove back in, planting soft kisses all over my neck and jaw, eliciting soft sounds from me that filled the otherwise quiet living room. With every kiss, and stroke of his thumb, I felt myself unraveling, losing the grip of shyness and diving deeper into the growing intimacy between us.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his words swirling around us that made my heart race. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Noah slips from the couch next to me, moving with a sense of purpose that sends a flutter of anticipation through me.

He kneels between my thighs, the warmth of his presence enveloping me as he gently pushes me back until my back rests against the plush fabric of the couch. Pure excitement courses through my veins.

“You want me to take these off?” he asks, his voice low and smooth. I nod my head, unable to form words, my heart racing at the thought of what might happen next. There’s a moment of stillness, as if time itself is holding its breath in anticipation.

With careful hands, Noah reaches for my shorts, and slowly pulls them down, and off. There’s a sense of vulnerability, a rawness in the air. My breath catches, and I can feel the pounding of my heart echoing in the silence that surrounds us.

He gazes at me, his eyes sweeping over my form, a mixture of admiration and desire illuminating his features.

Once my shorts are gone, his eyes land on my undeniably soaked panties, and I feel a surge of warmth flood my cheeks.

There’s something in the way he looks at me – not just with hunger, but with a deep appreciation that makes me feel confident. The moment stretches, electric and charged, and I can see the unspoken questions dancing in his gaze.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, checking in as if the weight of the moment bears heavily on him too. I nod again, feeling any nervousness fade slowly. His presence is grounding, and I find comfort in his gentle demeanor.

He takes his time, studying me as if he’s tracing the shape of my form with his eyes. A shy smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, and I can’t help but feel a sense of empowerment.

“You’re soaked baby,” he groans. His thumb stroking down the wet patch of my panties, mixed with the pet name, sending flutters through my stomach, igniting a warmth that spreads throughout my body.

He leans in closer, and I can feel the heat radiating from him, hitting my aching cunt. Our gazes lock, before he grips my thighs, pulling them further apart. His lips ghosting my core before placing the softest kiss against it. The soft action sending a desperate whine flying from my lips.

I looked down at him, my breath hitching as he looked up from between my thighs. His deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief and affection, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The vulnerability in that moment was intoxicating.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt another soft whine escape my lips, a plea both innocent and desperate. "Please Noah... take them off," I managed to murmur, the words barely forming as they left my lips.

Noah’s smile widened, illuminating his features with a warmth that made my heart flutter. He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on my thigh. The sensation was electric, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

There was a playful glimmer in his eyes as he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, moving slowly as if savoring every second. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the anticipation building with each deliberate movement.

Time seemed to slow as he carefully pulled them off, exposing my wet folds to the cool air of the room.

His touch was featherlight, and every instinct in me screamed to draw him closer, to press deeper into the moment. I offered a shy smile, nodding my head encouraging him to continue. Noah’s gaze held mine as he removed the last barrier between us, dropping them to the floor beside the couch.

"Fuck baby," he whispered, his voice a husky murmur that sent a thrill coursing through me.

He bent forward, wrapping his hand softly around my throat, before pulling me forward into a messy kiss. His tongue licked into my mouth, tasting every inch of it. He pulled away, releasing my throat.

His lips dropped down trailing soft kisses along my inner thigh, as his fingers reached up softly rubbing up and down my slit, making whine his name. He paused, looking up at me with that beautiful teasing smile. “You like that baby?” I nodded, my hips bucking slightly.

“Please Noah.” He laughed softly, before slowly reaching up, shoving two of his long fingers, into my mouth. I licked, and sucked on them until they were covered in my spit.

He bit his bottom lip, as he watched me before slowly pulling them out.

Without another word, he ran his wet finger down my slit, and back up softly circling my swollen clit. He watched my reactions closely, with a small smile.

He slid them back down before slowly sinking his middle finger deep inside me. I let out a loud moan, gripping the couch cushions beneath me. “Feel good baby?” He groaned, like he was experiencing just as much pleasure, while doing it.

I slowly ground my hips against his finger nodding my head. “Fuck…yes” he nodded before pulling it out, and shoving in his ring finger in with it. I whimpered at the stretch.

His fingers reaching deeper inside of me than I ever could. He pumped his fingers a little faster, watching my face for any discomfort. I was losing my mind in pleasure. If his fingers felt this amazing, I could only imagine what his dick feels like.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He asked, his fingers never slowing down. “Fuck Noah please…please make me cum.” His usual sweet, and playful demeanor suddenly turned dark, as I met his eyes.

His fingers crooked up, hitting that perfect spot, driving me wild. He leaned down, placing a kiss on my throbbing clit, before running his tongue flat from his fingers all the way up to my clit before sucking it into his mouth.

Hips stuttered, as my hands flew to the top of his head. I gripped his hair, tugging on it as he moaned against me, sending vibrations through my clit.

He released with a pop, before flicking it with his tongue softly. “Oh fuck Noah please, right there right there.” I was babbling nonsense over and over, lost in the pleasure of his tongue and fingers.

Noah never let up, pumping his fingers faster. He pressed his tongue flat against my clit, before shaking his head side to side. I instantly lost it, my orgasm hitting its peak. Noah slowed down, and kept a steady pace, and his tongue and fingers continued fucking me through it.

“Fuck baby you taste so good.” He groaned, trying to keep his composure. My thighs shook before closing around his head. When I finally came down, he pulled his lips away, stilling his fingers. I laid there catching my breath, as he sent a proud smile my way. I couldn’t help but smile and blush, realizing what just happened.

I quickly covered my face, laughing softly. He slowly pulled his fingers out, reaching up to remove my hands, before pulling me into another kiss. When he pulled away, he tapped my lips with the two fingers that were just deep inside of me. I opened up, letting him press them against my tongue.

I softly moaned around them, as pulled them out, shoving them between his own lips, cleaning them. I could have came again at the sight. He finally stood back up, sitting back on the couch next to me.

His hand softly gripped my jaw, turning my face towards him “Was that okay?” He smiled, but his question was genuine. The smile on his face was infectious, I couldn’t help but smile myself. “It was amazing.” He let out a soft laugh, leaning down bringing me into another kiss. This kiss was slower but just has needy as the rest. His teeth bit down on my bottom lip, and pulled away letting it pop back in place. “Yeah? You just wait til next.”

[moxfirefly]

"I'm not letting them go. They're mine. They've always been mine."

For a bestie mikey who is jealous, someone's taking readers' attention away from him?

These quotes are hard to work with XD

Ray, my beloved. Always coming in clutch 🤌

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

Mikey felt a stirring next to him that prompted him to open his eyes. The midnight nap he’d decided on when you had sat next to him was disturbed and he wanted to groan displeased.

“Sorry Mike, I gotta use the bathroom be back in a sec.” That gentle hushed tone only served to help him drift back, almost at least. Woefully he accepted his best friend having to leave for a few minutes.

It was something of tradition at this point, falling a sleep next to you during movie nights. Mikey had wordlessly cemented the fact that he got to sit next to you and you had reinforced it by always finding your place next to him.

He took the second to stretch out, enjoying the pops of each achy limbs, patrol had been a bitch a few hours ago. He saw Leo konked on the armchair, Donnie in the kitchen making more popcorn as a sleepy April scrolled through Netflix to find something else to play.

“—Well im gonna need you in a bit to measure again, probably tomorrow too”

Raph’s voice rang from behind where he was sat on the couch. Mikey looked back to see him talking to you and holding your arm extended.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” He asked mocked annoyed as he used his pointer and thumb to measure your arm.

“Because I wanna win $100 bucks at work” You laughed when he moved to your other arm to do the same.

“What fucking weird job makes an ugly Christmas sweater competition?” He used both his hand to grab your waist, using it as reference for the torso of the sweater.

Mikey raised a brow ridge, why had he felt a pulse of something when he saw his brother man handling you.

“Hey if I win you’ve got $50 waiting for you, so make it as ugly as possible.” You arched your neck when he wrapped a hand around your neck and mumble something, clearly mapping out the measurements in his head.

That, yeah that felt really weird in the bottom of Mikey’s stomach. Why did Raph have to loom over you, hand around your pretty neck and smiling to himself.

“Well come by this week, I’m gonna need you while I’m making it.” He finally let go of you, and it took a second of trying to think straight to not jump Raph.

“Mikey and I are playing that new game where you romance all the hot people—“

Donnie piped in, “Baldur’s Gate.” You threw him a finger gun for the assist.

“Well ya think you can detach yourself from numb nuts for a few minutes at a time?” He asked playfully.

“Well you’ve got her measurements what more do you need, dude?” Mikey finally spoke up, making Raph and you turn towards his groggy annoyed face. “I got an idea but I gotta re-adjust or re-make whatever don’t come out right.” He spoke matter of fact, his gaze was mocking him.

“I can’t just take breaks between.” You offered to ease the sudden tension in the air.

“I’m sure Mikey can survive five minutes without ya, right buddy?” He clamped both hands on your shoulders and smiled at his youngest brother. “Man quit being handsy with her.” It came out before he could really assess what his mouth had vomited out. Under a different tone of voice it could’ve been taken playfully but this was the full opposite.

“Chill man, I ain’t stealing ya girl.” He chuckled and if Mikey could blush he would. He glared at Raph, not noticing your own blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Looks like it since you wanna keep her all week.” He was getting up now, less groggy and more peeved than anything.

“Mike—“ Your voice was gentle trying to ease the fast approaching boiling tension in the air.

“Aww, Mikey’s worried his bestie’s gonna be my bestie all week? Man just let it go.” Raph wasn’t even remotely serious poking fun at his younger brother.

“Im not letting her go. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.” He shot a deep glare at Raph, who face quickly fell upon hearing those words.

It took a few seconds for Mikey to fully comprehend what he had said and the implication behind it. His eyes went wide, landing on your own wide eyes and the blush that scattered itself further down your chest.

Fuck, what had he done?

[ceruleanmusings]

Big Time Rides - Mickames

things get angsty in this one. also there's a warning for some cursing.

@partiallypearl @raging-violets

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Mickey’s humming eased when she heard the rap of knuckles on the doorframe. She didn’t bother glancing up, letting her eyes scan over the stack of papers tucked in her arm, making sure they were in alphabetical order as she’d been tasked to do.

For a record producer, Gustavo wasn’t the most organized guy in the world. Maybe he only put in the effort to acts he oversaw that didn’t make him want to pull out his hair. (It’d explain why he didn’t have much left). Shifting the papers, Mickey tapped them against the desk and said, “I’ll be done in a few minutes, Uncle Gustavo. I just have to get...through…”

Explanation dying on her tongue, Mickey snapped her lips together at the sight of him, James, standing in the doorway. No, not standing. James filled doorframes with his height alone. And in the past couple years he added muscle to that, widening his shoulders and arms due to many gym visits. But now he barely took up space, standing smack in the center, shoulders rounded, head hung, a soft downward curve to his mouth accentuating the contrition in his eyes.

“You probably shouldn’t be up,” she stated, voice flat, stuffing the papers into a manila folder. Gustavo’s chicken scratch across the small label made her take pause, glancing at the other folder on the desk amongst the assorted paper balls, broken pencils, half empty Styrofoam cups holding hours old coffee, and an empty King size package of Twizzlers. Was that the right folder? With a small shrug, she put the folder in the open desk drawer by her knee. Oh well. All he said was to sort and organize, the rest would be his problem.

“I’m okay,” he said.

She let out a sound between a scoff and a snort, the noise nearly drowned out by the rolling groan of the drawer she pushed shut with her foot. Okay was such a dismissive word. She would know, she used it all the time. It may as well be tattooed on her tongue, how often she spit out the word, filtering everything she thought and felt down to two syllables to keep the peace, to remain under the radar, to not be a burden.

How dare he use it against her. Like what he did was no big deal.

“You damaged your knee,” she continued, voice still without emotion. Detached. Clearing her throat, she tossed her head, flicking her hair out her face. She crossed her arms, hiding her fingers curling into fists by tucking them into the pits of her elbows. “Good luck getting through rehearsals. Gustavo’s gonna flip when he finds out.”

James cracked his knuckles, taking his time with each one, pressing his thumb against each one until they let out pops. “Gustavo doesn’t need much of a reason to flip on us.”

He had a point, of course, but that wasn’t the point he should’ve been focusing on. Mickey pushed a breath out her nose, nostrils flaring, lips pulled back into her mouth so hard her teeth left temporary grooves when she released.

“Mickey—”

She held up her hand, extending her arm in such a ferocious fashion anyone walking by would have been clotheslined. It effectively stopped whatever he was going to say at the one word, and him as well. But not before he managed to take a few steps forward. She noticed the wince right away; he tried to keep himself standing tall, his walk even, but his knee buckled just slightly, and his face flashed a grimace.

That stupid, stupid idiot.

“I really don’t want to talk right now,” Mickey said. Her voice shook and…oh. It wasn’t just her voice, but all of her. She lowered her hand, bracing her palms against the side of the desk, leaning her weight against it to keep from falling over. Gustavo’s desk chair sat behind her but she didn’t trust taking a step back to sit down. Didn’t trust she’d move in another direction, closer to James. Didn’t trust what she’d do if she got close to him.

It’s why she took up Gustavo’s offer in the first place. (Less offer, more lesser of two evils. The other option was washing all his sports cars. What was the point of going near them if he wouldn’t let them drive it?) Going through his files, putting everything in order, she needed the job to calm down. It tamped out the fire burning in her belly, an inferno which grew so wild she was surprised James didn’t catch on fire when she saw him in 2J, covered from head to toe in plaster, hunching over the handlebars of that stupid bike! (Not that she was calling a Harley Davidson XL 883 Sportster itself stupid, it was a thing of beauty her dad would salivate at the sight of it. But in this case, it was a vehicle for stupidity. No pun intended. …Okay, maybe a little.)

God, she could’ve throttled him! Hell, the bike almost took care of that for her. So she left and agreed to sort through Gustavo’s files, all but throwing him out his office when he made a comment wondering if it were her time of month. Which was, one, gross and two, so very wrong. Her boyfriend did something stupid. Not just stupid, but downright dangerous! So yeah, she was angry, and she wanted some time alone to not have to sink into her thoughts, the ones that screamed at her at night wondering if she was just a glorified babysitter for him rather than someone he actually cared for or thought about.

“Then listen,” he pleaded. Either the brightness of the lights above or James' seemingly earnest plea put a sparkle of something in his eye. She didn’t allow herself to think too long on it, or look too long. She wasn’t going to fall for it. Yeah, she’d played that song and dance many times before, letting him off the hook when he did or said something idiotic because of that look, but she would let him dangle this time. Still, she bit the inside of her cheek to quell the familiar urge to brush it all aside, to roll over and let him have his way. Her back was beginning to bruise.

“No. No.” She shook her head, words sharpening as she directed them down at the desk. Little grooves had been intended into the wood on the edges; Mickey could almost see Gustavo air drumming, listening to whatever beat he’d produced that day. “You don’t get to make those puppy eyes at me and make this all go away.”

“I’m not trying to! Just listen!” At this she lifted her head, looked James in the eye and held onto the desk tighter. “I messed up. I know I messed up. I’m sorry.”

Mickey’s eyebrow quirked. Messed up? Was that all he did? She liked to call it lying and endangerment. But maybe those words meant different things in his world. “What are you sorry for?” she asked, dragging a blue glitter painted nail against the edges of the desk. The rhythmic grating sound, the rough edge rolling beneath her nail kept her focused, grounded deep in the flickering wildfire pushing up her neck.

“For everything.”

She took her time breathing, fighting against the tide slapping at the dam she’d built behind the flames. “What exactly?” Her question, a barb, hit him the way she wanted: surprise burst onto his face. Of course it did, she didn’t usually press him like this. Mickey Mason let bygones be bygones, let James be James; taking his apologies, if he ever did apologize, at face value so as to smooth things over, to make everything easier. But she was tired. If he wanted to be with her, as he claimed, he couldn’t white-boy-charm his way out of this. So she stayed silent as James looked downwards, shuffling his feet, crimson mottling the length of his neck.

“For…being stupid, I guess?” Lifting an arm, he rubbed the back of his neck. The sight of his muscles straining against the tight cuff of his sleeve normally would have thrown her off balance and, lately, openly admire him. It did nothing for her now; anger coursed and popped beneath the surface of her skin, electrifying the air around her. Her eyes narrowed and he gulped. “For…doing something stupid. And-and dangerous. And for lying. I shouldn’t have lied to you.” He hung his head, his long, helmet matted hair curled over his forehead. “I just…I wanted…”

“What, James? What could you have possibly wanted?”

He blew out a breath, quick and harsh. “I wanted to impress you.”

…This boy… Her hair formed a thick curtain as she hung her head, dread strands dangling in front of her like jungle vines, shielding her face. A burning prickle stung the backs of her eyes and a thickening built in her throat. “James…y’wanna to know what impresses me?" She didn't give him a chance to respond. "Your voice impresses me. Your drive impresses me. Your confidence impresses me. Your passion impresses me. Your ability to ride a bike doesn’t. I don’t care about that! God! I care about you!” Her voice cracked on the last word, and she hated it. Oh, did she hate how the dam she’d built up behind the fire allowed a tiny fissure in, failing beneath the pressure welling up inside her. The flames retreated under the sprinkle of water, just a little. “Fuck, James, I…y’coulda been really, really hurt. D’you get that? You somehow—and I still can’t figure this out—drove up two flights of stairs and crashed into your apartment! What woulda happened if you kept goin’ and crashed right out the wall?” He twisted his mouth to the side, his eyes shifting past her head, probably to the shelf of music trophies Gustavo liked to keep on display even if they were from about ten years ago. She knew his tricks; he liked to look at them partially because he imagined getting some himself one day and partially to daydream while Gustavo chewed them out for whatever infraction they managed to obtain that day. “And all because of a lie. You should've just told me—”

“I know,” James cut in, his voice a strained whisper. “I’m sorry.”

The flames backed off a little more. Tears rolled onto her bottom lids. “You really scared me.” Her voice, already small, sounded smaller in the large office. He didn’t reply right away, for that Mickey was thankful. She didn’t know what she could say to him; her head hurt, her eyes burned, and all the energy fueling her fire yanked away, leaving her an odd combination of drained and relieved and hurt all at once.

“Mama Knight’s making me sell the bike.”

“Good!” Mickey said emphatically. “You shouldn’t be operating it without a license anyway.”

James blinked. “…You need a license?”

“Yeah! You have to go through a whole class too. You can’t learn how to ride one in one day!”

“Now you tell me.”

A part of her wondered if it was her fault for assuming he knew what he was doing. She and her sisters had their motorcycle licenses after all, but that was after going through classes and having their dad’s love of the hobby as a backup ensuring they obtained it the right way. And James tended to accomplish any goal he set out for himself, so of course it wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary for some Minnesota kid to have his motorcycle license either. A second later she banished the thought from her mind. No, she was not in the wrong here. This was James, all James. She had no fault or blame in this at all. He may be her boyfriend, but he made his own decisions, no matter how bad they could be. (This one took the cake.)

"You already impress me, James, you always have. You don't need to pull some crazy stunt to do it." His following smile was short lived when she stabbed a finger in his direction. “This doesn’t mean I forgive you yet or you’re back in my good graces!”

"I get it." His mouth twisted to the side and, when he released it, it opened and closed a few times, trying to form words.

Did he? She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed. The rims of her lids stung and fresh tears dripped down her cheeks, the scent of the salt mixing in with the faint, stale remnants of beef jerky and his usual scent of sandalwood. Colors swirled before her eyes, shifting and mixing and colliding to form a picture, once she thought she'd scrubbed years ago with the help of therapy. Of her dad lying in a hospital bed, so still, wires and tubes coming out of his banged up body. She squeezed her eyes tighter. The image shifted, James lying in a hospital, banged up, tubes and wires running everywhere.

She shook her head, erasing the image, banishing it.

No, no, no! Not again!

"How bad did I mess up?"

Mickey took in a shuttering breath, opening her eyes. Sniffing, she hastily wiped at her wet skin with the backs of her hands, smearing the tears around. "I don't know." He deflated before her eyes, pain scrunching up his face, reality crushing all traces of his strength. She rounded the table, stepped into his space, lifted her chin to look up at him properly. She saw the lump he swallowed bobbing in his throat. And when she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her ear against him, his relieved sigh matched hers. He wrapped his arms around her, curved over her until her forehead brushed the side of his warm neck, tucking his head down against her. She counted his pulse, sure and steady. He was still here. He was still with her. He was still alive. “But I am so...so glad you’re okay.”

[boyakishantriage]

"oh of course. Yes, why all humans are such violent, vile, monsters who kill and slaughter and devour each other for a slimmest of margins of power. It's not like I'm a unique bitch or anything, no. It's all humans who are pure evil."

The Terran stood over the two, having wriggled her way through vents as she glared at at the two. Guns immediately raised at the grate.

"wow. I mean, you're really gonna shoot a fuel cell?"

She cut in before the pellets went flying. The two aliens froze, one glaring between the grates, there really was a fuel cell. That alongside the voice in the vents meant...

"yeah, I'm still wriggling my way through your ship. Not annoying, but y'all leave so many tools around it's frankly hilarious how easy it is to dismantle your security in here."

The sound of something wriggling above them, guns aimed at the roof.

"oh and uh, there's a few pipes here. No idea what coolant, or oxygen, or electrical wires are. No idea at all, this engineer has zero clues on what they could possibly do if you shoot em."

The two guards powered weapons, if it was a bluff it'd be a very dangerous one to dare considering how thin the metal was in the prisoner's room.

"So, what now?"

"simple. Catch."

A single grenade was dropped from a vent to their side, rolling down the hatch between the two. Both leaping around corners or the floor, as the smoke grenade went off. More grenades flew out, more gas, a few decoys and a cluster.

"BYE!" The sound of sprinting, as the smoke dissipated enough they could see the give grenades. One discharged, two decoys, an other smoke and one of their cluster grenades.

"oh Wi-"

BOOM

Echoed through the ship, door sealing behind the Terran as she slid into a vent, the metal absorbing most of her energy as nearby pirates ran towards the room.

The pirates had modified a shuttle, rigged it to be able to detach when the ship was blaring emergency signals, with space for prisoners and half of the crew. Food, armoury. Each ship had enough to start a small raid that'd allow a rebuilding. A small civilian cruiser modified for battle, that doubled as a mini base from the pirate capital that was probably a lot of jerry rigged ships fused together. Portable, functional and very annoying. This was a pirate ship, more privateer on paper, but considering the jerry rigged nature of most of it, well it probably had to do with my friend managing to send a tiny signal to earth.

Truly was dubious, but my Wendy, like she had in the Somali pirates thing, had left enough gaps and loopholes that it's very possible to catch the pirates. Probably made a stupid smart excuse to explain it, making the work she did specifically so she couldn't not add these gaps in security. Smart girl. Plus. She'd arranged the ship in a very familiar structure, anyone with half a brain could figure out how ships vents worked and she'd set the ship up so if you hit the armoury, firstly you'd not lose every weapon. Secondly, you'd have fumes to escape with. And thirdly, those fumes were linked by vents, connected and closed by doors opening and closing around the ship with all the vents to important places large enough for a human to wriggle through. For maintenance.

Again, smart girl.

Grenades dropped down into the ship's bridge, Wendy glancing at the monitor film on the back of her phone. The pirates weren't letting her go, with her intelligence and 4D thinking she might as well have been an infinite goldmine. Moved to be transported to a base to reinforce it, she'd contacted a friend who'd be able to contact a friend who'd contact her buddy on earth. And judging off the explosion and pirates rushing to check vents, she probably was wriggling her way to the vent under her desk. A hint of lavender wafting below her feet.

The Terran had gone missing, pirates scrambling as they checked vents, the armoury was missing several grenade boxes. She'd vanished and nobody knew where on earth she'd gone in three hours, until someone noticed the flying away prisoner ship, the smoke alarm having triggered and the ship in a state of emergency.

The aliens stared out the window, the ship slowly rising up to the middle of the glass window, the engine chutes warming up at the massive blind spot, with it being an emergency the turret meant to cover it was busy shooting garbage as they'd released their contents, alongside the saved up smoke.

ZIP.

And then. It was gone. Flashing lights, pirate emergency signals across all channels, a massive monolith for people to find the ship. And the engine's ability to move was jammed from all the fans being jammed in the vents. Only able to move left or right, which'd spread the signal further.

"... So. I think we got played."

[exotic-dinostuff]

Your favourite OC backstory, go

hehehehehehehGIGGLINFg

⚠️cat/kitties death, drowning, murder

SO, we're gonna have to go back to my warrior cats faze here, and when I made it when I was 12 so it probably makes no sense

Brindlescar is a brown brindle male cat with his right side of his face torn off by falling off a cliff as a child 😭 (ow wtf), despite him looking like half a rotisserie chicken he had a mate named hollyhawk a slender blue/grey and brown Streaked female cat

Brindlescar mentored rustpaw as an apprentice but didn't have the best relationship with him, either way it was fine he had kittens with hollyhawk and everything was fine, until one day near the rapids in the river one of the kits wandered to close and fell in, immediately getting sucked into rocks and getting stuck under and drowned, a second kit went in after to save her but to no avail and he drown by getting sucked into a cave with no way out, hollyhawk bursts into the water and grabs both kits attempting to get them out of the water but she just goes down with them too, leaving only creekkit alive

Brindlescar was distraught, he quit his warriors title and kitten to work hours on medicine and became a medical cat, grumpier than ever until a year when the entire clan was gathered outside except for him, a cat came to tell him about rustmoths antics and tells him to stop him before rustmoth does something stupid, and he does brindle get mad at rust but he continues to pester him, until the final straw, when rust talks about his mate and Kits drowning in detail and brindle snaps at him "how did you know all of this" and rust suddenly shut up and realised what went wrong, he turns to flee but brindle step his spine and breaks it, roaring at him, rust had actually started it by pushing the kit into the water as a prank, watched the whole thing unfold and he did nothing to help them in the water, brindle becomes blinded with rage and bites down on him and carries him with his broken spine to the river where it all began, and tossed rust in despite the desperate attempt to stop him by his clan mates, with his lower legs detached by nerves and only his head above the water rustmoth slowly sinks under and drowned along with the kits and hollyhawk, forever sealing his grave underwater

Brindle dies from suicide after a week of exile, going to the dark forest to chase rustmoth through the dark forest, unable to let go and failing to acknowledge his son creek, who was now creekstorm, he is forever going to be in hell with rust and rust wil always have to face him, getting killed and coming back to the living world to re live it all again, together with brindle

There's no out for the two only the endless cycle of repeating the story of them running after each other and brindle killing him every in every scenario, this story goes endlessly and that's why I love it so much, there's no ending and only exponential dread :3

The end

[prcttylittlebirds]

openpassionates​:

“you’re funny… not into that, but i’m into a lot of other stuff.” raf winks at her playfully in the mirror, shrugging his shoulders.“if you want to earn mooch rewards, be my guest. just know you can have cases of wine if you just ask.” he poses behind her for some of her solo shots as she takes a few photos with her phone. unable to take himself seriously, rafael shakes his head, knowing he probably looks ridiculous since he was making silly faces at the camera. “send them to me, instead. more keepsakes. i’m big on memories. you never know where life will lead you or the people you’ll cross paths with. for instance, i met you unexpectedly.” he looks down at her, tapping her nose and moving a stray piece of hair from her lip. “i would’ve, i just wouldn’t remember doing it because i would be drunk. i’d be happy to pop open the bubbly.” he jokes, going over to the ice bucket, grabbing the bottle. “i usually do the knife trick, cliché but it’s fun.” he proceeds to open the bottle and pour the two of them a drink in the complementary glasses. “here you are.” he takes a sip of his while handing venus her glass.

“AS A PROUD virgin, i don’t have the slightest idea of what you’re referring to.” venus always threw in a virginity or celibacy joke when she weighed in her possibilities that she won’t be getting any action for a while. now that rafael was back in his own country, she could return to having a nonexistent love life due to her recent detachment from the father of her children and her previous ex. “mooch rewards. that’s pretty funny. i’ll send them to you in a minute.” she scrunches her nose and sticks her tongue out at him. “you’re so lucky to have met me. no, i’m kidding. i’m glad that we were able to cross paths and get to know each other. i haven’t connected with someone as much as we’ve connected in a long time. this friendship feels nice.” venus isn’t shying away from referring to them as friends. it was the harsh reality that they had to live with now. was it something that she liked? not in the slightest but there was no changing unless one of them were to miraculously move closer to the other. the two still looked at each other with nothing but adoration in their eyes. it was nearly tragic to her that things had to be reduced to a platonic thing. “thank you. i’m no expert like you but it actually tastes pretty good.” she grins at rafael before she sends him the pictures that they were referring to. she takes the time to post one of the solo pictures that she had the chance to grab on her story. “i think i’m ready now. i can redo my lips in the car.” 

“virgin? how’d you get all of your babies?” he gasps, as if he’s just had the craziest realization. “do you have magical powers? are you a sorcerer?” the banter between him and venus, is one of the telling reasons why rafael knows he’s falling for her. the fact that he can recognize what’s happening in real time, terrifies him. he’s felt this way before— more than once, even— but not since he and his last girlfriend ended things. venus is a pleasant surprise and he’s never been so excited to learn more about someone. “i’m gonna frame those too, put them in my office as decoration.” he can look at her for hours if socially, it wasn’t weird to stare. venus reignited his desire to cater and spoil someone. for about a year now, his ideal romance seemed unattainable and he had lost interest in the thrill of experiencing something like the obvious passion brewing between them.“you may have been joking, but i am lucky to have met you… having someone so special in my life is a lovely feeling.” he doesn’t acknowledging the fact that she’s labeling him as a friend. he knows that they can’t date right now, but he had feelings that surpassed the friendzone. he wants to kiss her, but to her they’re just friends now. so, to keep himself from closing the gap between them, raf sips on his drink. “i like it.. it’s sweet. not too strong, not too weak… balanced nicely.” he shakes his head at the fact that she was in a hurry still. putting his half-empty glass down, raf takes her hand again. “the car should be coming back around in ten.”

~~~~

ten minutes had gone by and raf’s driver was outside waiting for them. once they were in the vehicle again, the ride went smoothly. soon enough they were pulling up to his uncle’s restaurant. rafael got out first to open venus’ door and to help her out of the car just in case her dress had ridden up. still making it a thing to hold her hand, raf guides her inside, being greeted by his uncle once they’re spotted. “uncle benji! nice to see you. thank you for holding a table for us. this is venus scott, one of my closest friends from the states. the girl i’m afraid mom will run off?” ah, yes. the beautiful girl from los angles? nice to finally meet you. you look familiar, but i’m not sure— raf politely interrupts to tell his uncle where he recognizes her from as they’re led to their table. his widened eyes make rafael laugh because his family were acquainted with celebrities all over, but none were as established at such a young age like venus. when they sit down, raf grins at her. “he’s my favorite uncle. i’m sort of named after him.”

[todoscript]

making out until your phone interrupts you two

characters: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.8k+, 850-1000 words per character

warnings: characters are aged up, suggestive and mature content, implied sexual content, minors please beware

author’s note: how did these get as long as they did 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

As your soft hands brush along the nape of his neck and pinch at strands of ash blond hair, you feel his larger, calloused hands run along your thighs. Your lips come back for each other, hot and needy. Bakugou bites down harshly on your bottom lip, eliciting a squeal that grants him an opening to pry his tongue into your mouth to melt with yours. You follow in the frantic rhythm he sets, barely keeping pace as your grip on the slim fabric of his black tank top wrinkles in your curled fingers. Smirking, his hand runs up the skin beneath your shirt. He finds your squirming all the more amusing the more he rubs and gropes.

“Aw c’mon, babe. No fun if you’re already turning into pudding this fuckin’ early. Show some resistance, why don’t ya?” He eggs you on, but doesn’t cease in his ministrations, and in fact, only makes it harder for you to show any kind of fight. You detach your lips from his, pouting profusely with a scrunched nose. He looks back at you, expression sly and slick, well aware of what he’s doing. Well, you’re going to be sure he doesn’t get the last laugh.

Shifting all your weight onto his upper body, you move him over to lay down on the couch. He peers at your form towering above him, curious as to how you go about turning the tables against him tonight. His palms are flat on your thighs, remaining there as you settle your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. You move your head down so your lips can touch and Bakugou cranes his neck slightly to meet you in the middle. However, a clamor sounding from a phone on the coffee table sends a rift in the atmosphere you’ve established and the incessant chime captures both of your attention. Your eyes go wide before blinking in realization that it’s your phone that’s going off right now.

Much to Bakugou’s dismay, you begin moving off of him. You get up to reach for your ringing phone, but his hand grabbing your wrist is faster.

“Don’t you dare answer it,” Bakugou orders, failing to suppress the blunt annoyance in his tone.

“What if it’s an important call from work?”

Hearing your response, he begrudgingly lets go of your wrist, sitting back on the couch, and grumbling beneath his breath.

“Fuck, it better not take long then.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him. You take a glance at the screen before pressing the green icon and nestle your phone next to your ear.

As you converse with the person on the other line, the blond is glaring knives at the device, no doubt mentally sending curses to whichever asshole decided to interrupt the mood just when things were starting to get good. Now he’s contemplating as to why he was generous enough to let you answer the damn phone in the first place. Shoulda just chucked that thing into the next room, left to be forgotten as the two of you would’ve been occupied with much more important matters.

In retaliation with his thoughts, he abruptly pulls your body into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him. Being so occupied with your phone call, you don’t have much opportunity to comment on his behavior. In fact, Bakugou actually doesn’t allow you any opportunity.

Without warning, he plants his mouth on your neck, proceeding to nibble and suckle with just the right amount of pressure that makes you jolt in his lap. A small squeak leaves you, the noise eluded by the other person on the line thanks to you shifting your phone away from your mouth in time. You glare at the blond, silently asking with pointed brows what the hell he thought he was doing. But Bakugou only finds amusement in your struggles.

“Go on, keep talking, princess,” he mumbles loud enough for only you to hear and you feel his lips curl against your skin. You notice his hands busying themselves, tugging at the hem of your shirt, but despite that, you can’t do anything but continue with your conversation, unless you want your caller to start suspecting you’re undergoing other… activities as you were speaking to them.

You are so gonna get it later, mister. You mentally note your promises of retribution before returning to the chat while trying to ignore Bakugou’s mischief to the best of your ability.

After powering through the next couple of minutes of exchanges—your replies hastening and voice hitching whenever Bakugou’s ministrations became impatiently persistent—you finally say your hurried goodbyes, hitting the end call button.

That acts as Bakugou’s cue to pounce on you. He swipes your phone right from your fingertips and tosses it half-hazardously on the couch, out of your reach.

“Katsuki, you—!”

The moment you open your mouth to say something in retort, your words are cut off. Bakugou’s lips slot with yours to resume your intimate lip-lock, even more intense than earlier by how he barely allows you to draw a single breath.

“Oh no you don’t. No fucker is going to interrupt us this time, I’m going to make sure of that,” is the last he says before hoisting you up from your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, and leading you both to your bedroom.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Entering your living room, Midoriya finds you lounging on the couch with the TV on, curled up with a blanket and watching the latest episode of a show you’ve been following. He stretches out his muscles as he approaches you, body aching at every extension of his limbs. With his groans sounding rather exasperated, you face in his direction.

“Tired?” you question as Midoriya takes a seat beside you.

“Yeah, just a bit. The villains keep getting tougher these days,” he answers, cracking his knuckles, craning his neck to relieve a particular spot that’s been bothering him. You open up the blanket to let him take refuge in your warm haven and he scoots closer to you.

As expected of being the Number One Hero, his duties to the populace only grow more challenging with each passing moment. But he knows better than to complain about the job he was so heavily entrusted to by All Might. Besides, nothing beats saving the day and putting a smile on every citizen’s face. Well, nothing… except maybe spending time with you at the end of the day.

“I’m proud of you though, Izuku. You’ve been working so hard lately,” you say sweetly as your hand goes to massage Midoriya’s neck, rubbing at just the right areas that make him relax beneath your touch. “So proud of you.”

“Y-Yeah?” Midoriya doesn’t mean to stutter, but he fights back a groan when your fingers slowly travel up to his scalp.

“Yeah…” Your voice is tenderly hushed between you two, leaning in closer, to the point where your faces are seconds from touching. With your fingers still twined in his curly green hair, you angle him ever so slightly to meet the smoldering look in your eyes. It doesn’t take much for him to mirror the expression, eyes growing equally lidded and just as desirable. Then, before you had even realized it, you both closed the distance.

Tongue and teeth immediately clash. Midoriya is quick to overpower you as you let out a giggle, being forced to lay back on the couch. With your show inevitably about to be forgotten, the green-haired male smoothly reaches for the remote on your side before pointing the off button at the TV and tossing it to the ground.

He cradles your head from behind to bring your lips impossibly closer. Your hands remain laced through unruly emerald strands, occasionally tugging at his scalp, evoking a hum that vibrates between your lips coming together again and again.

When you finally separate after a rather lengthy session of lip-locking, your breaths are ragged—faces hot. He stares down at you, transfixed by your swollen, plush lips that he wishes to dive down again for more kisses.

“God, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks—a rhetorical question, but you smile at it nonetheless.

“I should be asking you that, Number One Hero.” You cup his face in your hands, thumb delicately brushing against those endearing freckles of his as you’re about to pull him down again.

But, just as your eyes close, waiting for your mouths to meet, the world splits open at a blaring echo crashing upon you. You abruptly halt your movements, watching as Midoriya does the same, eyes blown wide. You both turn your heads in the direction of the sound coming from the phone next to the kitchen.

“The phone…” Midoriya murmurs, wondering who would be calling at this hour. But upon glancing over at the wall clock, you remember something. It was actually around that time you were expecting a phone call from a friend of yours anyway. It had entirely slipped your mind after being so caught up in your make-out session with him.

“Sorry, Izuku. It’s probably for me,” you inform, an apologetic smile on your face as he slowly gets off you, allowing you to cease the ringing in the distance.

Sitting up on the couch, he watches you traverse to the kitchen, his elbows resting on his thighs. He drops his head into his hands, noticing his leg hopping up and down restlessly. It’s hard to come down from his high after getting worked up like that, and with that phone call appearing out of nowhere, he’s not sure what to do with himself other than not to get too excited.

Despite that, Midoriya musters the most patience as he possibly can. I mean, the amount of times you’ve been interrupted by Midoriya’s own urgent calls coming from his agency warrants him to exercise some self-restraint, knowing how riled up you could get at times, yet still kindly letting him go about his work like the saint you are.

But after a long day of patrolling the city and defeating foes, all Midoriya desires at the moment is to drown in all the love you have to offer him and leave everything behind to think of only you and him together. He overhears your conversation due to the silence spread across your living space, making out bits and pieces but never taking the time to distinguish the topic of your discussion.

No good, he thinks. Midoriya resigns to the fact he simply can’t keep as still as he would like, already getting up from the couch to seek you out. When he finds you, you’re laughing into the phone, likely finding whatever your friend said humorous, but when he wraps his arms around you, you jerk in surprise, that same laughter replaced by a quiet squeal. You feel Midoriya’s head tuck itself in the space linking your neck and shoulder, planting a single delicate kiss on the exposed skin. He glances at you, emerald eyes gleaming in a silent plea.

You smile in reply, understanding what he wants as you hold up a finger to tell him to give you a moment. “Um, sorry, I’ll have to call you back later. There’s something I have to do right now,” you say into the phone and after exchanging farewells, dismiss the call.

Turning in his arms, you come face-to-face with the relieved look in his eye. “Baby couldn’t wait?”

He releases a sigh, smiling warily. “You know I can never wait when it comes to you.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Fresh and clean out of the shower, you toss your towel around your slightly damp hair as you walk into the bedroom. Todoroki is already there waiting for you, sitting on the edge of your shared futon while checking something on his phone. Upon hearing your footsteps, he glances up, and smiles as soon as your eyes find each other. He clicks his phone off and sets it to the side before beckoning you over with spread arms.

You kneel in front of him and lean into his comforting embrace. His body is just the right temperature against you that soothes the heat abiding your skin from your steamy shower. Feeling you melt into his chest, he tilts his head, pressing his nose into your hair, and notes the fragrant scent of your shampoo that harmoniously washes over his senses.

“You smell… nice,” he comments, nuzzling his nose to your neck.

Honey… and vanilla…

You giggle at the tickling sensation. “I would hope so, considering I just took a shower.” Todoroki hums at your humor, lifting his head to find your eyes. He takes a moment to pay every detail its utmost attention, from your misty hair to the warmth flushed on your cheeks as his knuckles graze over your skin. You look away from his punctilious gaze, his gray and turquoise eyes making you feel small.

That won’t do, he thinks.

Before you can even process his actions, he leans forward to capture your lips. Taken by surprise, a faint sound floats above your mouth that is quickly swallowed by him.

Again… and again… and again.

As you let yourself surrender to the fervent kisses, Todoroki maneuvers you two onto your futon, where he hovers over you, lips never once parting throughout your movements. You hum in delight when his tongue immerses itself in your mouth. The gratuitous feeling doesn’t stick for long though.

A ringing sound resonates above the futon, and your attention is immediately diverted. Your motions falter beneath him, causing you to fall off beat now that your mind has one more thing to worry about. On the other hand, Todoroki is least bit concerned over the noise, unrelentingly nibbling at your lips to try and elicit more sweetness from them. Unfortunately, his fun is cut short as you lay your hand on his chest, lightly pushing him away so he removes his mouth from you.

“Shouto... My phone.”

Todoroki glances at the phone in question before returning to your form, disheveled under him. He gives you a look of indifference. “It can wait,” he states simply, about to dive down to resume what he started, but you don’t concede so easily.

“It could be important,” you reason.

Releasing a sigh, Todoroki allows you some space to turn over on your stomach and reach out for your phone, the chiming desisting as you answer it and greet whoever decided to call you at this time of night.

The conversation you’re having flies over Todoroki’s head. The only thing on his mind right now is you finishing the call and continuing where you two left off, praying it won’t take long.

However, eventually his impatience gets the best of him. His eyes wander the room simply to return to you—laying with your upper body propped on your pillow as you hover the phone next to your ear. He peeks at the small droplet of water trailing your hair just before it falls atop the skin of your neck. He seems almost mesmerized by it as it begins its trek down your collarbones, reveling in the enticing sight despite how ordinary it must be to the common eyes. For him, it just makes things all the more difficult to sit still.

Needy and with little to do, he shifts toward you.

“Right, and I– Ah!” your sentence slips on you mid-speech as you feel something cold touch the nape of your neck.

“Y/n? Everything alright?” your caller asks, static voice laced with concern that you almost overlook when the chilling sensation on your neck returns. You turn your head and discover Todoroki bending forward to place his lips repeatedly on your neck. You can’t tell if his lips are particularly colder than usual or if you’re still a little heated from your shower. Either way, the heightened sensitivity raises goosebumps on your skin.

“I-I’m fine! I just bumped into something, is all!” you reply, though your voice pitches, feeling Todoroki’s equally cool hands graze your back under your shirt.

“Oh, please be careful! The fatigue must be catching up with you after such a long day, and I did call you at a pretty late time, huh? Tell you what, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning so you can get your rest for the night, okay?”

You are beyond grateful for the convenience bestowed to you. Though, you honestly think resting is surely the last thing on a certain someone’s mind right now.

“Right! Thank you..! Have a good night!” With that, you promptly end the call. Repositioning onto your back, you cross eyes with Todoroki, making a point at hardening your expression and seeming offended. Though the man knows it’s more so a facade than anything and that you’re not actually angry at him.

“Oh, you..!” You emphasize your words with a bump of your fist against his shoulder, albeit with minimal strength.

He chuckles at your pouty lips, leaning down for a peck before moving some hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he admits, the curve of his lips bordering on a smirk and a genuine smile that you find hard to be mad at.

“Shall we resume where we left off then?”

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Reborn - Part 4

Fic: A Woman Reborn (Part 4)

Pairing: Billy Russo X Reader (from A Woman Scorned)

Rating: R / 18+ only

A/N: This is a sequel to A Woman Scorned and takes place a few years after the events of AWS.

MasterList (includes links to AWS and previous chapters here)

Summary: You and Billy are happily married when tragedy strikes, jeopardizing your relationship and everything you two have built together. Can the two of you find your way back to each other or is the special bond you once shared broken forever?

gif source: @katherineebishop

Then…

Billy stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the argument he had with you earlier today. You were riding his ass like always, about physical therapy, about going into Anvil and starting work again. It was your way of trying to control him and he was fucking tired of it, of seeing the constant disappointment in your eyes because he wasn’t who you wanted him to be, of feeling like a goddamn failure. The only time he didn’t feel the pressure of having to be Billy Russo was when he was with Krista.

His eyes landed on her, watching her as she got dressed in front of the mirror. As wild as she was in bed, Krista was the complete opposite outside of it. Cold, detached, always in control, he liked knowing that he could break her icy detachment with just a touch and fuck the life back into her. She liked pain, dishing it out and taking it, and he enjoyed that part of her. She was different than the women he used to fuck before. Classy, sophisticated. Until he was scraping her skin and hurting her and fucking into her and then she was a complete freak.

“We need to talk.”

He groaned internally, angling back against the headboard.

Krista’s hair was once again perfectly styled, not a strand out of place. She was all prim and proper, dressed in a tailored crisp white shirt and a skirt that reached just below her knees. It was always like this. As soon as they finished fucking, her professional façade was back on.

She stood by the door, as still as a goddamn statue. “I don’t feel comfortable sleeping with a married man, William.”

“But fucking a patient is okay?” he snarked.

She didn’t like that, not at all, if the frosty glint in her eyes were any indication. Her jaw tightened, she stared at him blankly. “If this is how you’re going to behave, then please leave.”

Krista turned around and walked away, disappearing down the hallway. She probably expected him to chase after her like he did when they first hooked up, but he slid out of bed and went to take a shower first.

Half an hour later he was dressed and sitting in front of her, having tea as she interrogated him.

“Do you have feelings for her? Is that it?”

“I can’t stand her. You know that,” he replied.

“I refuse to be your mistress, William. I won’t be. I’m better than that. I’m worth more.”

He reached for her hand. “You’re the most beautiful woman in this world.”

“You need to convince Y/N to let you go.”

“And how do I do that? You won’t let me tell her about us.”

“She can’t know. Nobody can. I’m risking everything to be with you, others won’t understand.”

He squeezed her hand. “The lawyers are negotiating but she keeps shutting down every option. She won’t move out and I’m not gonna leave that fucking penthouse. It’s mine.”

“Maybe it’s time to try something else.”

“Meaning?”

“I did some digging into her history, and I found something interesting.”

“What?”

Krista peered at him silently, and he felt anxiety unfurl in his stomach. Whatever it was, he wasn’t gonna like it.

***

Few weeks later…

Billy stormed into his penthouse suite, angrier than he’d ever been. His blood was boiling, heart pounding. He wanted to destroy everything in his path, but mostly he just wanted to fucking end you. He hated you, hated that you were always trying to control him and make him into someone else. Krista wanted him exactly for who he was, she made him happy, she made him feel normal, but because of you and the complaint you filed with the state board she was now in trouble. And no way in fucking hell was he gonna let you get away with that.

He found you sitting at the dining table, a pile of paperwork spread on the desk.

He rushed towards you, shoving aside everything that came between you and him. “You had to go after her, didn’t you?”

You stood up, panicked but trying to hide it. “She’s a therapist who fucks her patients. She deserves to lose her license.”

He took your laptop and threw it against the wall, the sound loud and shattering. You jumped, clamoring back to put some distance between you and him.

“She’s the only thing in this miserable fucking life that makes me happy,” he snarled. “I’m not gonna let you take that from me!”

You flinched, like the words he’s raged at you had physically assaulted you. Good. He wanted to hurt you.

“You think you’re the first patient she’s fucked? You’re not. She has a pattern. She destroys people, vulnerable people-”

He flung the chair that stood between you and him, and you immediately retreated backwards.

“Don’t touch me!”

“You think I wanna touch you?” He laughed, the sound vicious even to his own ears. “I can’t stand you. I fucking hate the sight of you.”

“Get out!” you screamed.

He knelt down, at eye-level with you while you pathetically twisted yourself into a pretzel to avoid any physical contact with him. You didn’t look at him. Shaking. Trembling.

“You don’t get to control me. You don’t get to hurt. Me.”

“Go to hell!”

“Stay the fuck away from me and Krista. Or I’ll make your life a living hell-”

You shoved him hard, taking him by surprise, and made a run for it.

***

Now…

Upstairs in your office, you stood by the window and stared outside, observing few of the employees run through some training exercises. Today was supposed to be your last day at Anvil. However, you were still considering Frank and Curtis’s words and decided to delay the staff meeting to announce your resignation. When Anvil was in trouble and you couldn’t do it on your own, it was they who jumped in to help – not only financially but also with their time and skills. And now they were asking you to return the favour and it didn’t feel right to refuse them.

A knock on the door caught your attention. “Come in.”

Frank came in first, with Curtis following close behind holding a tray of drinks. He handed you your usual coffee before taking a seat next to Frank.

“You made a decision?” Frank asked, taking a sip.

“There’s something I want to discuss first,” you said, sitting across from them.

“What is it?” Curtis asked.

“I put some feelers out that I was looking to move and I’ve been approached by quite a few headhunters. There are a lot of companies out there looking for what I can do.”

“We know that. You’re great at this.”

You bit down on your bottom lip before pulling out a print-out of an email you had sent to a recruiter a few days ago. It had your salary expectations. You slid the sheet towards them. “This is what I’m asking for.”

They both looked at the numbers, Frank whistling. “That’s a lot of money.”

“That’s my starting point for negotiations. This doesn’t even take into account bonus structures.”

“We can’t afford this.”

“I know,” you sighed. “When I took over, it was because I had to. I obviously wasn’t thinking about money or my career. The only thing I cared about was…”

“Billy,” Curtis finished the statement for you.

You nodded. “I paid myself enough to take care of bills and expenses but I can’t keep doing that now. I need to think about my future.”

“We get that,” Frank assured. “But what you’re asking for is way beyond what we can give you.”

“I’m willing to take a 25% cut to stay here.”

Both Frank and Curtis spoke in unison. “Really?”

“For three months. That’s it. After that I need to do what’s best for me.”

“We appreciate it, we really do, but even with the cut that’s still a lot of money for us. And what’s three months gonna do? We-”

“It’ll give you time to search for someone new. In the meanwhile, I’ll make sure Anvil’s pipeline is stronger which should make it easier to find someone. And I think one of you needs to start going to client meetings with me.”

“We can’t do what you do.”

“It’s not about the technical stuff. You can hire someone to do that. Anvil’s success depends on signing long-term contracts and making sure we deliver. You guys need to learn more about potential clients and how to recruit those leads, how to deal with their shit to make sure they sign on the dotted line.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Curtis said.

You laughed. “It’s not easy. Trust me. You have to learn to be diplomatic, to not lose your shit at the drop of a hat. It’s a skill and it takes practice to develop it.”

“This is gotta be done by you, man,” Frank piped up, shaking his head at Curtis. “I’m not good at that kind of shit. You know that.”

“You guys can decide who later. For now, I need to know if my terms are acceptable to you guys.”

“Can we let you know after we discuss it?” Curtis asked.

You smiled. “Of course.” If you could see someone taking over for you, it was Curtis. While Frank was a leader on the field and inspired loyalty among the employees, Curtis was the more sensible of the two. He wasn’t dictated by his emotions, he was level-headed and practical. While that didn’t always guarantee success, it was a good indicator of it and you knew Anvil would be in good hands with Curtis. “Now you guys need to get out of here. I’m meeting with a potential client tonight and I need to do some research before that.”

Curtis gave you a salute, standing up. “Yes, Ma’am.”

You sent them both a smile, shrugging your shoulders. “I wish things could be different, you know. I think if Billy-” you paused, feeling that sting of pain again. “The old Billy was still around, he would’ve been so proud of the two of you working with him.”

“Nah, he’d prouder of us working for him,” Frank teased.

Curtis chuckled. “True.”

“I love this job, I just also need to move on. But I still want you guys to succeed. And I’ll try my best to make that happen. If you let me.”

The hug which Curtis responded with filled you with warmth. There was a time when you didn’t feel comfortable with gestures of affection but years of friendship with Davina, falling in love with your Billy, opening up your heart to friends like Frank and Curtis and Karen had changed that for you. Even though they’d been Billy’s friends and he was no longer part of your life, your relationship with them wasn’t contingent on Billy’s existence. It felt good to have that kind of support, and to know they had your back and you had theirs.  

“Alright, go make us some money,” Curtis teased.

You watched both men leave your office, smiling after them, before focusing back on your work.

***

Billy couldn’t get you off his mind. It was as if some kind of cavernous obsession had taken refuge inside him, refusing to ease its grip. He didn’t understand it, he hated it, but he couldn’t let it go. It first struck the day you signed the divorce papers, when you’d been practically sucking face with the blind fucker right on the street for anybody to see, but then he’d managed to ignore the pull that tugged at him. After that night at the bar, he could no longer ignore it.

Your face was haunting him for two weeks now, and he despised it. Despised you for it. Before the divorce you meant nothing to him – nothing – and now you seemed to inhabit his every fucking thought. Even when he fucked Krista, it was you he pictured in his mind.

Then there were the dreams.

At first he thought maybe they were memories but that didn’t make ay fucking sense. In the dreams you and he were covered in blood, rolling around in it. Both of you gripping the same knife, stabbing a man to death before fucking next to his corpse.  The goddamn dreams were so vivid, so real, he could practically smell the metallic scent of blood seeping through the rug and onto the floor, the tight feel of your pussy clenching around his cock, how sweet your mouth tasted, the harsh bite of your teeth on his tongue when he teased you for too long.

It was driving him crazy and he didn’t know how to deal with it.

So a week ago he decided to kill you. It was the only way to end his misery.

He stalked you like prey, making mental notes of your schedule and movements while you lived your life completely oblivious to him.

The perfect opportunity presented itself when you went for a bike ride by yourself one evening. You zipped through the park until you reached a secluded area, and then you sat on the bench for a while. Really stupid on your part, but it did make things easier for him since it was dark and quiet and no one else was around. The plan was in motion until he had you within range and then the thought of ending your life made him so sick to his stomach that he actually puked. He was a Scout Sniper Specialist for fucks’ sakes with over 110 confirmed kills on his record but he couldn’t hurt you. It was pathetic, it was messed up.

He was truly and utterly fucked.

Out of options, he simply watched you that night and followed you home.

And he watched you the next day.

And he was watching you tonight, while you were working late in the Anvil building.

It was dark outside, he’d seen Frank, Curtis and some of the others leave for the day already. You were still inside; your car parked on the lot with a few others. Impulsively he decided to go in, not really sure why. He hopped out of his car and headed for the back doors. They were locked but there was an alarm panel located next to it. His fingers ran over the number pad, desperately trying to recall the code. Nothing came to mind.

Suddenly the door burst open and some young kid came through, smiling wide when he saw Billy.

“Mr. Russo, what are you doing here? We haven’t seen you in a long time.”

Billy smiled, playing along. “You know, just checking out the place, making sure no one’s fucking around when I‘m not here.” He slid past the guy and went inside, giving him a smile. “See you later, kid.”

“Good night-”

Billy slammed the door behind him.

He walked through the warehouse, scanning the grounds. The surroundings felt familiar, but he couldn’t remember any concrete details. Yet there was something calming about the place, same way battlefields were. He went up the stairs, impressed with the design of the main floor. A part of him still had a hard time believing this was his, that he’d started this company, had helped make it what it is. He walked through the hallways, taking everything in, until he came to a door that had your nameplate on it. Your office. Instinctively he knew it used to belong to him once.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

The room was huge, with a board table on one side with a large screen TV facing it, a navy velvet tufted couch on the other, and then there was the gigantic desk flush against the back wall. You must have still been here, your laptop was open, but not in the room. He glanced at the door on the adjacent wall, remembering there was a bathroom behind it.

“Sonia, is that you? Can you help me zip up this dress?”

He strode into the room to find you facing away from him, the zipper on your purple lace dress stuck above the small of your back. Something inside him compelled him to come closer, drawn to your soft and supple skin. A part of him wanted to keep his distance, he even reminded himself he hated you, but your body was begging to be touched and he couldn’t ignore the hypnotic pull he felt for you. He crept closer, standing behind as he breathed in your perfume.

“Can you set up a meeting this week with me and that guy from Core Transport? Oh, and CC Curtis on it too. He’ll be coming to all my meetings.”

The moment his fingers caressed down the length of your spine, you tensed, turning around immediately. Your face expressed a gamut of emotions, from hope to despair and then finally anger as you stared up at him defiantly.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

Irritation surged through him. “Last time I checked I owned this place.”

“Really? You haven’t been here in years and now you’re claiming ownership?”

His gaze roamed over your hair, taking in every strand before sliding down to your face. Your eyes were lit bright with contempt, your lips parted slightly. You weren’t beautiful, not like Krista was, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your goddamn face.

“What do you need? Money? Is that why you’re here?”

“I have every right to be here,” he said smugly.

You shook your head, as if disgusted by him. “The Billy I knew, he was ambitious, he was driven. He went after what he wanted and he didn’t let anything get in his way.”

He sneered. “You think he was some kind of Prince Charming? A good guy? You have no fucking clue who I really was, do you?”

You took a step closer and he felt your body brushing against his, your tits in that purple dress grazing against his leather jacket.  

“No, Billy wasn’t a good guy. He was a selfish prick, an asshole actually. He did terrible things, yeah, but at least he wasn’t a lazy mooch. He didn’t live off the hard work his friends did, he didn’t take advantage of them.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve used people my entire fucking life. Friends or not.”

“He was nobody’s puppet.”

“Neither am I.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “We both know who you answer to. You don’t lift a finger unless she gives you permission.”

Anger pulsed through him. This was the second time you’d implied he was Krista’s bitch and he had enough of it. “Watch what you say.”

“Or what? You’ll shove me around? Hit me?”

“I’ve never hit a woman.”

You snickered. “No, you just like to throw things at them.”

“Gettin’ a little mouthy, aren’t you?”

“What’s the matter? Does the shrink not talk back?”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“If you drop dead I will.”

“Or I’ll find other ways to shut you up.”

“Do your worst, asshole. Give me a reason to fuck you up.”

You were goading him, trying to make him lose control, but all he could focus on was how your eyes gleamed with emotion, the rosy flush of your cheeks. Your lips stained a beautiful pink.

You stepped back all of a sudden, as if you’d read his mind. Before he could say anything else, you left the bathroom and headed to your desk. He stood by and studied your body as you skimmed through some papers on your desk. Your dress was still partially unzipped, revealing your smooth back and he had to force himself to look away. Agitated, he sauntered over to the bar and poured himself a drink.

In the time he stalked you, you never actually met up with the lawyer. He’d prepared for it though, even assuring himself that once you were dead he’d no longer be bothered about you fucking the guy – but now that he couldn’t kill you and you were probably still seeing the asshole, the idea of the two of you was burning a hole in his stomach.

“That dress is wasted on the blind fucker,” he remarked, trying to keep his tone casual.

“Don’t you have something better to do than harass me about who I’m dating?”

“So you are fucking him?”

You turned around, glaring at him. “Dumont really needs to find you a hobby.”

Billy took a swig of his drink, leaning back on the bar. “I thought lawyers weren’t supposed to fuck their clients.”

“Neither are shrinks but that didn’t stop her.”

He grinned, liking the sudden burst of fire in your eyes. “You jealous, sweetheart?”

“Of what? You and her?” You sneered. “She’s welcome to you. But you might want to be careful. She seems to lose interest when her patients get better.”

He cocked his eyebrow, drinking from his glass, his gaze fixed entirely on you as he swaggered forward. He expected you to scurry away, to put distance between you and him, but you didn’t, instead remaining in place, eyes sparkling with stubborn glint.

For two years you were a pain in his ass, someone who irritated the crap out of him, someone he fucking detested, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn’t get you out of his head – even though a part of him still hated you. “This used to be my office.”

“Not anymore.”

“Because you took over.”

“Someone had to step up. You sure as hell wouldn’t.”

Setting his glass on the desk, he reached around your waist to pull up your zipper. He took his time, eyes locked on you. Your breath hitched in your throat, his cock twitched. Once he tugged the zipper up all the way, he stood still, simply breathing you in. You didn’t push him away, you didn’t move.

“Get the fuck out, Billy” you ordered, your voice deceptively strong even though he could feel you trembling against him.

He stepped back, smirking, picking up his drink to chug the rest of it. “You’re right. About time I start coming in again.” Turning around, he walked to the door, making a stop along the way to leave the empty glass on the bar table. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He slammed the door behind him, grinning.

To be continued...

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 Summary: A dad is supposed to be your rock. Someone you can go to when times are hard. Someone whos supposed to protect you. WHat happens when your dad doesn’t fit the bill, and Tony does?

A/n: Hello yall! So this story hit really close to home for me lmao. It was mentioned that there aren’t any good dad/step dad Tony fics so I hope you like it. Everyone thank @alphaandromedae97 and an anon for this fic. 

Hope yall enjoy!

Your life was complicated. 

How can it not be when Tony “billionaire playboy” Stark is your step dad. 

Yes you read that right, step dad. It’s funny really, turns out he has a thing for waitresses that aren’t interested in him at first. That waitress being your mom.

They met when she was working a shift at the restaurant she works at, and he came in with Avengers. He expected her to fall at their feet like everyone else did, but she just scoffed and asked for their order. Pretty epic. 

Then one long montage later, and they ended up getting married. You were happy for your mom, of course. Deep down, Tony is a good man and you knew he’d do anything for your mom. And he’s always been nice to you, making sure you were okay with him proposing and then you moving upstate with him and your mom. He always made sure you felt included, maybe a little too much. He actually took interest in your life, which you’ll always appreciate. 

But you were a total daddy's girl by heart. You always felt like you had a close relationship with your biological father. He was a good dad, he took you out to movies, went to recitals, and always made sure to take you to the father-daughter dance your school district put on every year. It was your tradition. But after your parents divorced a few years ago, it seemed like he was getting more and more distant from you. He stopped calling as much, would skip out on your days to visit him and when you did visit, he’d lock himself in his office, claiming he had to finish some paperwork. It broke your heart, knowing that a man you were so close with, seems to be detaching himself from your life. But, in his defence he always managed to take you to the father-daughter dance. He always did. No matter how long the both of you went without seeing each other, no matter how long you haven’t spoken, he always made sure to take you. 

That act alone, reassured you that he did still love you. He was just busy. In fact, you were getting ready to go to the final father-daughter dance, as you were going to graduate this year and therefore you would be too old to attend the next year. This year was especially important to you. You wanted this night to be perfect. 

And you were positive your father would pull through as he has the past years.

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You were filled with excitement as you tried on multiple different dresses. You always liked this part of getting ready, the dress shopping. 

The confidence you feel when you finally found the right dress. The happy feeling you and your mother had, browsing through the dress shop downtown. Tony offered to buy you a custom designer dress, but you couldn’t accept. This was the shop you’ve been going to since you were a little girl, since you went to your very first dance with your dad. Call it nostalgia or tradition, but you couldn’t shop anywhere else. 

“ Hey ma! I think I found the one.” You shout from the dressing room, finally finding your dress after hours of searching. 

“Come out here and let’s see bug” She replies from where shes seated. You take a deep breath, soothing the wrinkles on the dress and walking outside. Your mother gasps as she see the gown. It was beautiful really. It was a glittery, lilac purple floor length dress with spaghetti straps. And it even had pockets! You were absolutely obsessed. Plus, you could probably use it as a prom dress if you really wanted to.

“Oh baby...you look so beautiful...” You mom says, tearing for the millionth time. 

“Ma, are you crying again?!” You laugh, “ Come on, that's the fifth time you’ve cried since we’ve been in the store!”

She laughs with you, sniffling as she wipes her tears,” I’m sorry, but you’re getting so big, it feels like it was only yesterday we were walking in this shop to get your first dress...and now...” She starts to cry again.

You smile softly, understanding what your mom was saying. You were in kindergarten when you first started attending these meetings, now you’re a senior in highschool. 

“Alright, no more crying. It’s a happy day for you. Has your father called texted you when he was going to come pick you up?” Your mom asked wiping her tears.

You frown, “ No, I haven;’t hear from him since two weeks ago when he said he wanted to get lunch.”

You can see your mom roll her eyes in the mirror, “ Mom he’s just busy. I’m sure he’ll call when he can.”

“Oh sure, I just hate that he doesn’t answer you fast enough.”

“I know ma, but he has work” You argue, “ He calls when he can, and that's okay.”

Your mom sighs, knowing that you were stubborn when it comes to your father. 

“ Well, let’s get this wrapped, Tony wants to get lunch and we need to convince him to get something other than shawarma.” 

You roll your eyes, “ God, what’s with that man and shawarma. It’s like his life line or something”

“I know!”

After the two of you buy the dress, you pick up Tony from the HQ. You loved the drive up there,mainly because of the scenery, but also cause you can see Cap running laps outside.

“Hell my love, hey kiddo” Tony greets switching seats with your mom.

‘Hey T” You greet, smiling at the man. 

“Did you find the dress?” He asks, driving away from his place of work and to a restaurant. 

“Yeah! It’s like the one I told you I wanted. I was surprised it was there to be honest.” You reply, “ Mom practically dehydrated herself shopping though.”

“Oh? How many times did she cry this time? Cause she was crying earlier when she was getting read-- OW! Hey I’m driving” He exclaims as your mom swats his arm.

You giggle at their antics, chest warming with the sight of your mom happy again.

“She cried five times while we were shopping. Five!”

“Five? I didn’t know the human body had that much water.”

The two of you chuckled as your mom made an offended noise.

“I hate that the two of you get on so well.” She pouts, “ And excuse me if I’m a little sad my baby is growing up so fast.”

You tune out the rest of their conversation as your phone buzzes. 

Dad

Hey kid, I’m gonna have to meet you at the school tomorrow. I have a meeting that’s gonna run late.

You

Okay daddy, I’ll see you there <3

You frown, your dad always managed to pick you up from the house. He used to take you to eat before the dance. And he always used to take the day off, devoting his time to you.

“ Uh oh, someone's frowning back there.” Tony remarks, “ What’s wrong kiddo, did a character off that show you like die/”

“Uh no, ma do you think you can drop me off at the dance tomorrow? Dad said he has a late meeting and won’t be able to pick me up.”

Your mother makes eye contact with Tony. They both know how your father has been flaking on you and how it breaks your heart that he does. It makes Tony especially mad because it remind him of his childhood. How his father really didn’t pay attention to him unless he was criticizing  his life choices.

“ Hey y/n, I can drop you off if you want.” Tony offers, “ I really don’t mind.”

You smile, “Thanks T.” 

“No problem kid.”

And with that he pulls into the restaurant parking lot. 

As your family is seated, you take a quick look around the restaurant, wanting to see the reactions of the patrons when they realize Tony Stark is in the building. But as you do, you see a man who looks very familiar. But before you can take a closer look your mom interrupts you.

“Y/n, you know it's rude to stare.”

“Oh sorry mom.” 

So you take a seat and continue with your meal. You tune out your mother and Tony’s conversation as you can’t take your mind off of that man. You take a quick glance back while your parents discuss the dessert menu.

That’s when you realize that the man was your father!

You stand up from the table and make your way towards the man. Surprised to see him there because as far as you know, he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

“Daddy?” You ask cautiously. The man tenses up before turning to you.

“Y/n? Honey what are you doing here?” You notice he doesn’t make an attempt to get up and hug you. 

And you also notice the second plate of food across from him and a napkin stained with what looked like lipstick.

“Um, T and Ma wanted to grab dinner.. I thought you were at a meeting?”

“This is a five star restaurant, and you just stopped in?” He asks ignoring your question, “ Of course Stark did..”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Everytime your mother was even close to being happy, your dad always found something wrong with the person she was with. But he seemed to have a strong disliking towards Tony for some reason.

“Um right...So you told me you were in a meeting? That’s why I couldn’t come over after dress shopping?”

“Right! A meeting...I’m currently in right now.” He says quickly looking towards the women's bathroom, “ You should go back to your table hon, my boss is really strict”

“Oh right, sorry” You say dejected, “ I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” your dad says with a soft smile, “ I love you Bug.”

You smile at the nickname your parents gave you, “ I love you too pop.” 

And with that you walk off, back to your mother and Tony. You can see they’re trying to hide the fact that they were watching by covering their face with the dessert menus.

“Oh here you are, we got you a tiramisu” Tony says nonchalantly, pushing the dessert towards you.

“Uh huh” You hummed teasingly, “ Dad says hi by the way.” 

“ Oh does he now?” You mom said not convinced, “ That’s nice of him.”

You hummed, mouthful of cake signaling that you were done with the conversation. Your family finished up their meals and signaled for the check. As you were walking out the restaurant, you turned to say goodbye to your dad, only to see his “boss” was back from the restroom.

Only this boss was a 5′3, brunette bombshell in a tight red dress and having her neck kissed by the man you call your father. 

Your stomach felt sick.

“Oh gross, I really didn’t need to see that.” You mutter catching the attention of Tony who was behind you. 

“See what kid?” He asks following your gaze, “Oh. Yikes is that even allowed? I didn’t know your dad was a vampire.”

You snort, “ Oh god T, that's disgusting.” 

He just laughs and pats your head, “ Come on, lets go before your mom yells at us.”

You smile, but you wondered why your dad didn’t tell you that he was on a date. Or that he was even seeing someone?

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Thoughts of your fathers secrets where wiped from your brain as you scrambled to get ready for the dance the next day.

Tony surprised you and your mom with a mani-pedi day at 10am and a hair appointment for you at 1pm. After you had to get shoes for your dress at the mall and then be home by 5pm to get your dress and makeup on, take pictures, and then be out the door by 7pm to take pictures with your dad, then finally be at the dance by 8pm when doors open. 

The whole day you were messaging your dad about how excited you are, getting similar replays back. He pays for you shoes and complements your hair. 

Your heart swells as you think about how hard it was in the beginning of the divorce. But your father always tried his best to spend time with you and made sure you knew he loved you.  

It was hard on you at first, but you appreciate that he tried for you. The fact that he’s been taking you to this dance since you were a little girl is proof enough. You were a little sentimental, this was your last dance after all. 

You smiled looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful in your dress. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had gotten a silk press in your hair. You felt like a princess.  You heard your mom sniffle.

“Mom, again?” You laugh,turning to face her.

“I’m sorry! You just look so beautiful!” she says with a sad smile, “ God, you grew up so fast bug” 

You roll your eyes, but feel the tears spring to your eyes as well, “ Ma! Stop I can’t ruin my make up” 

You both laugh as you fan your eyes

“You ready?” She asks, “ Tony’s waiting for you in the living room.”

You nod, gathering your things and walking out the door. You let your mom walk down the stairs first. You can hear Tony and you assume Happy in the living room. You finally make it down the stairs. It turns out it was Tony, Happy, and Peter Parker. Your mom was chatting with them and they all had their back turned to you. 

“Ahem.” You clear your throat, catching their attention.

You see Peter stiffen as he gazes at you and mutters a soft “Wow”

You blush, what can you say he’s a cutie.

 Happy gives you a comforting smile.

 And Tony?

He has a soft look on his face, “ Jeez kid, you clean up well.” 

You laugh, “ Better than you old man, what's up with the pants?”

He had on Iron Man pj pants.

“Oh hush.” He laughs, “ You look beautiful kiddo.” 

You look down with a grin.

“Oh pose for some pictures!” You mom says excitedly, “ Go Y/n, by your self first and then with me. Then with Tony.”

You sigh, knowing how long it was gonna take.  

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Finally after three million pictures, your mom and Tony drove you to the school.

“Okay bug, is your dad here?” Your mom asks looking around at the group. 

“Yeah! He should be inside.” You say kissing your mom goodbye and waving to Tony. You show the ticket and waltz in the gym. 

You smile and wave at classmates and parents. These people you’ve known since you were a child and who knew you. You finally got to the table you always sat at woth your dad. 

It was empty.

You frown and look at your phone.

Me

On my way pop!

It said the message was read.

“He must be on  driving” You think to yourself as you sat at the table.

But then twenty minutes passed. Then an hour. then two

You were still there, waiting for your dad to come. You sent five messages and they all remained unopened. 

You looked around the gym, seeing a few parents looking at you with pity in their eyes. You can barely stand it.

You got up and went to the restroom, trying not to cry. and in the restroom you tried calling you father, but you were sent to voicemail. The you finally got a message. 

Dad

“I’m so sorry bug, I can’t make it to the dance. I have a meeting today. :(”

You felt dejected. Humiliated. 

Your father has rearranged visitation days, skipped out on little crimonied and rectitals you’ve had, but this by far was the most disappointing thing he has done. 

He promised multiple times that he’d be here. Never has he ever skipped out on the dance before.  ANd he knew how important this was to you. Thi was your last dance, and he ruined it. 

You let yourself cry. You sobbed as you realized that your father has been distancing himself from you. That your relationship hasn’t been okay for a while. And you just didn’t want to let go.

You sigh as you realize you’ve been in the restroom for a while. You stand up and look at your face. Despite the red eyes and slightly red nose, your make up was pretty much intact.

“Huh at least my setting spray hasn’t let me down.” You say to your self. After a few mintues of calming down, you walk out of the restroom and bump into a figure. 

“Sorry” you mutter about to pass the person. 

“Gee you took a while in there, I told you not to get that coffee kid.” 

You quickly look up and se Tony.

Dressed in a suit, flowers in hand.

“Hey kid.” He says softly

“what..what are you doing here?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes again.

“Well apparently you need an rent a dad, and I happened to be in the neighborhood.” He jokes, then says, “ I’m sorry your dad didn’t come kiddo, and I know I’m not him, and quite frankly I’m glad I’m not. But I do love you like you’re my own, and well...yeah here I am.”

You stay quiet, looking at Tony in wonder. Touched that he did this for you.

“Of course if you just want to leave then we can just get out of here” He rambles nervously, “ But you gotta tell me kid cause I’m kinda freaking out.”

“Can we get ice cream after?” You ask him

“What?”

“After the dance, we should go get ice cream.” 

“Uh sure?” Tony says, “So what do you usually do at these things?” 

You laugh and steer him to the tables where they have all the activities at. You actually have more fun with him than you had recently wit your dad. Tony is definitely more competitive than your father and treats every game as a challenge. Not like something he’s humoring just for his kid. He celebrates with you instead of telling you to calm down. He chats with the adults, is nice to the kids, and does the goofy dances with you. Seeing Iron Man do the chicken dance is something you didn’t know you needed till now. He managed to turn this horrible night to one of the best ones you’ve had in quite a while. 

Finally the father daughter dance started to signal the end of the dance. Tony bowed dramatically and said in a horrible british accent, “ Lady Y/n?”

You laugh and make your way to the dance floor. You’re both quiet for a bit, snorting at how serious the other dads and their daughters look.

“Hey T?” You say softly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah kid?” 

“Thank you. It’s nice to know that one of my dad's isn’t a total asshole.” You say. knowing that this is the first time you referred to Tony as your dad.

His eyes get misty as he clears his throat,

“Anytime, bug”

[momoshin]

ok hear me out, maybe? sub space yeji, i would love to give her the strap for her birthday, maybe after dancing it out at the club or sth w the girls, yall had a few drinks but only enough to help loosen up a little bit, and the way she was all up on u on the dancefloor makes u impatient to get home and just wreck her respectfully, but she definitely feels the same way (🎂)

this is exactly what i wanted to write !!

i feel like she'd have something simple like champagne if the girls or you bought a bottle for her birthday, she's not really about getting drunk, but she likes the taste of it. so she has a glass or two and quickly drags you across to the dance floor. the others have already dispersed around the place, way drunker than the two of you.

you can't think straight from the beginning because of the dress she's wearing. it's pink, sort of a satin material that brings out every curve of her body, not to mention the black, thin straps that accentuate her shoulders and collarbones. you can see her best when she's facing you and swaying her hips to the beat, and you hope your body is acting on it's own, that you're not standing there staring at her but your body moving to the beat too, unlike your brain that could only process her looking edible right then and there.

when she turns around however, grinding her ass against your crotch, you can't think of anything else but being home and having her under you letting out the prettiest moans and whines. not even two hours later you're left to assume she's on the same page, because as soon as the song that the two of you were almost dry humping to ends, she turns around and tries to say something in your ear that with the music at a first try is difficult to understand.

"what was it baby? i didn't quite hear" you try to get closer, hands on her hips to make sure she doesn't stumble and fall anywhere, and part of it to just be close to her.

"can we go home?" her voice is soft, mainly shy when asking you, but you were able to catch the desperation in her voice as she looked at you with her pretty eyes, waiting for an answer.

"are you sure? it's still early" you remind her, looking for the girls anyways.

"please" she's too shy to tell you exactly what she wants, but her hand in yours and the way she pleads at you with her eyes is more than enough for you to understand.

"okay, yeah" the last thing you do is peck her lips, looking for ryujin, tonight's designated driver before letting her know you'd be taking an uber home early, probably because she's the only sober one, but she catches up right away, sending the two of you a wink and assuring you she'd take care of the other two.

as soon as you get home, she doesn’t even allow you to turn on the lights. yeji drags you with her to your shared room, attaching your lips as soon as you step inside. she lets you press her against the door, your hands roaming up her thighs and lifting her dress with them. she whines just at how hard your lips moved against hers, her fingers wrapping around your sides and squeezing any parts of your body she could when you press your thigh against her center.

"so this is why you wanted to come home, huh?" your lips graze against her own as you speak, you're so close you can even breathe each other's air.

"please" her eyes are stuck on your lips, she wants to kiss you more, she wants you to do so many things to her right now, but you're taking your sweet time teasing her.

"please what, angel?"

"please fuck me." you don’t reply, but instead walk away from her eliciting a few whimpers at the loss of contact. she’s free to walk around the room, and even wait for you on the bed if she wants, she knows that, but she still waits for you to drag her along after you’re done. you’ve made sure to tie the strap nicely around your thighs and waist, leaving just your matching underwear on.

you know exactly what she wants, how she wants it, everything. and she smirks a little when you slowly take off her dress, kissing all over her neck and chest leaving a few marks in between, before laying her on her stomach at the end of the bed. yeji hums in  satisfaction when you press kisses behind her ear, and lower to her nape…. all the way down her back, before you reach her thong. she pushes her ass up and tries her best to look back at you when you drag it down her legs, pressing kisses to the back of her thighs too.

and quickly after you’re back up, one hand to her side to hold you up and the other spreading her wetness around while you kissed her, taking advantage of the way her head was tilted for better access.

“everything’s okay birthday girl?”

“yes.. just do it please” yeji pushes her hips back, moaning when the tip of the fake cock grazes against her entrance before you pull away

“i do it” she huffs after that, quickly giving up on doing anything herself and instead waiting for you. you didn’t make her wait long tho, smoothly pushing the head between her folds making her gasp loudly, fisting the sheets and looking back at you. “relax baby”

“fuck” she throws her head forward now, letting out pretty moans and whines at how you’re fucking her in the right places and you’ve just started, so don’t be surprised if it flatters your ego a bit. “harder. fuck me harder please”

“like this?” your hands grab on to her hips and you can both quickly hear the slapping of skin, and yeji immediately feels how much harder you’re thursting inside her, groaning pretty sounds for you.

“y-yes. just like that.”

“you’re so pretty like this baby… so needy.” you gather her hair into a ponytail, wrapping it around one of your hands before tugging it softly and eliciting a louder moan than the ones you’d caused before. “you like that?”

“do it again” she pleads, her words interrupted because every time your skin slaps against hers her voice cuts off and is replaced with a gasp. “you feel so good- so fucking good.”

but you just hum and tug at her hair one more time, also spanking her ass in the process. that itself probably elicits the loudest moan out of your girlfriend you’ve heard all night. she’s so worked up already, chasing only her (hopefully) first orgasm of the night as she backs up her ass to you in an attempt of speeding things up.

“im not gonna go anywhere baby, slow down” she relaxes at the kisses you press behind her ear after reassuring her

“i know” she huffs, pout on display in the most endearing way as she keeps getting interrupted by soft moans you provoke with each snap of your hips. “but i want to cum”

you chuckle at her stuttering, and then her whining when you pull out and detach yourself from her. she thinks its some sort of twisted joke and that you’re not letting her cum on her birthday. which would mean all that perfect behavior was for nothing, but her thoughts are easily interrupted when you turn her around, kissing her pout as you slowly push her legs up against her chest.

yeji hums slightly when you finally push back in, so easily because of how wet she was. her hands at her sides bunch the sheets as you slowly start snapping your hips against her. her moans increase the closer she gets, and in the end, all she needs is your thumb lazily rubbing her clit to push her over the edge.

unlike other times, she quiets down, lets her breath hitch and eyes roll back as the orgasm rakes through her. but as soon as she’s calm, your girlfriend immediately looks for you, hands palming the mattress for your skin and the moment she’s able to peck your lips a couple of times, the two of you can’t help but giggle, looking at the bright red clock on her wall and thinking of how many more times you can make her feel like that before ryujin comes home with the others..

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]

To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today. 

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?

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Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link

Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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Diluc

What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins. 

Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting. 

He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.  

“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.” 

Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]

Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time. 

She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.  

She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell. 

“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.” 

Kaeya

Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes? 

But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath. 

He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question. 

“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”

Jean

Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected. 

She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand. 

She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?

“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”

Childe

First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.  

He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that. 

He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you. 

“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”

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Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha. 

Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night. 

[0mrs-evans0]

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞

Warnings: smut +18, sexual content, fingering, f x f, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, sex in public, cheating

+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Words: 1,8k

Summary: Your best friend helps you detach yourself from reality.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Enjoy the reading!

You were so tired of faking that everything is alright. Your relationship fell apart with each passing day. It wasn't the same as it used to be. Once you both loved each other, now you were together because it was much easier that way. Pretend you still feel something for him every day. Your life has become monotonous.

All the hours spent together looked the same. Nothing has changed. Well, maybe apart from the feeling you once had. You didn't feel anything for Bruce anymore. Just sad indifference. Pretending to be a happy couple in front of people was not easy. Just the thought of having to grab his hand made you disgusted. You didn't even sleep in one bed.

You weren't even sure what you were doing this for. You didn't care about him. Perhaps the thought that you would admit your mistake to your parents, who did not support the relationship from the beginning.

That evening you made an appointment with Natasha for a couple of drinks. You had a day off from work so you didn't want to stay home because you knew Bruce would be there. You didn't have to spend time with him unless it was necessary.

You started the preparations with a hot bath. You needed to relax, for a long time now your whole body was terribly tense. You poured your beloved chocolate bubble bath into the water. It was your favorite fragrance. You shake everything with your hand to make foam. You took off all your unnecessary clothing.

You stared at your naked reflection in the mirror for a moment. What happened to this confident young woman? Everything has changed since you started dating Bruce. You didn't feel so attractive anymore. You don't even remember the last time he praised you, what your body looks like. You wanted to see yourself as goddesses. You deserve it. You have decided that tonight will change your life. You will love yourself and your curves again.

You carefully put one foot in the bathtub, making sure the temperature is right. The water was hot. Only that could help soothe your sore muscles. You get immersed in the water. You don't remember the last time you were so relaxed. The light from the candles gave you a blissful feeling of peace. You reached for a glass of wine you put on the edge of the tub.

After an hour you stand on the bathroom tiles. You shudder at the feeling of their coldness, wrapped your body in a fluffy white towel, and brushed your teeth. Then did some facial treatments. The next step was to lubricate the body. For today, you've chosen a balm with a slightly chocolate-strawberry aroma.

Completely refreshed, you returned to the bedroom and then to the dressing room. From the cupboard, you pulled out new baby pink lace underwear. For a moment you wondered what to wear for tonight. You've chosen a short, satin dress that you haven't had the chance to test yet. Looking in the mirror you marveled at how well it fits all your curves. You looked really sexy. You finally felt as beautiful as one time.

You put on more makeup than usual. Now, your eyes were shimmering with the glitter you used. The lips looked really tempting in that blood-red lipstick. The confidence emanated from your posture, and that was it all about. The highlighter made you look like a celebrity.

You packed the phone and keys in a small purse. Finally, you were ready to leave. Without even looking at the couch where your "boyfriend" was sitting, you made your way to the door.

You got into the yellow taxi and after a while, you stood in front of the "Inferno" club illuminated by red neon lights. You wrote to Natasha, she was already inside.

Without waiting for anything else, you entered the club and immediately went to the bar next to which your friend was standing. "Hi!" As soon as Nat noticed you, she stepped off the barstool and hugged you. "You look so beautiful in that dress, honey!"

You smiled slightly at her praise. Bruce probably wouldn't even notice your little change. You ordered yourselves a drink, sitting at the bar all the time, laughing and talking. You don't even remember the last time you had so much fun. Banner restricted all of your life areas. You finally felt free. "That's my favorite song!" Romanoff tried to shout over the loud music. "You have to go dancing with me!"

Without waiting for your reply, she pulled your hand and led you out onto the crowded dance floor. Honestly, you didn't want to dance, but you didn't want to say "no" to her either.

You don't even know at what point you started rubbing against each other. The feeling of her body against yours was heavenly. Natasha, as if reading your mind, turned to look at you. You felt her hands on your hips. Your lips started a fight for domination. Her hand began to wander down your dress. She tugged its end gently.

Your whole body stiffened as Romanoff touched your smooth pussy. She didn't care if you were still on the dance floor full of people where someone might notice it at any moment. "God!" She moaned into your ear. "You're so wet for me. When was the last time someone touched you the way I do?" "I don't remember." Your cheeks turned red in the embarrassment. They resembled the color of a ripe tomato. Natasha did not expect such honesty.

She laughed a little, which made you worse embarrassed. Without asking any more questions, she took her hand out from your panties and licked her wet fingers provocatively.

After a while, you both ended up in a bathroom. Natasha pushed you onto the dark tiles. She smiled as she noticed the goosebumps on your skin. You couldn't help it that your own friend turned you on.

You had never thought of her that way before. "Tell me, sweetheart..." Her lips were on your neck. More shivers passed you as Natasha left bite marks on your sensitive skin. "Do you want me to ruin that pretty body of yours?" "Y-yes." You stuttered. "Yes, what?" She smiled maliciously.

"Yes, please." You said quietly. "You have to be louder. I want everyone in this fucking club to hear how thirsty you are for me. "Please fuck me!" You practically screamed. "If you are asking so nicely." She smiled seeing what state she brought you to. Just at that moment, you felt her fingers inside you.

You groaned out loud at a feeling you've never had before. You were not used to such delicate hands, but to be honest you liked what Natasha did to your body much more than men did.

Her fingers skimming along your slick lower lips. You couldn't help but keep out loud moans and gasps. Her free hand slid against the side of your face straight to the mouth. You sucked her finger at which Romanoff snarled loudly.

She had dreamed about this moment for so long. Now that she finally had you at her disposal, she couldn't get enough of your beautiful face. Your moans made Natasha want you even more. She has long suspected you're not straight. Tonight she found out the hard way.

Seeing her watching you fiercely, you pulled Natasha into a careless kiss. Her lips were soft and juicy. It was a nice change from the dry ones you've always been in contact with.

She cupped your jaw and titled your head back. She wanted to remember this view for the rest of her life. You were canting your hips for more. Natasha's fingers coated in your arousal. She was so close to your clit. She moved her thumb so she could circle it.

You were squirming at the pleasure she gave you. Your lips didn't part, you both wanted more. Suddenly she knelt down in front of you, tore your soaked panties to shreds, and made her way to your inner thighs. The feeling of her lips against your body was indescribable. You grabbed the strands of her hair with trembling hands. You weren't worried about her hairstyle, which was ruined at the moment. You had to hold on to the wall, you knew you could fall at any moment, and you were already very close to it.

Her tongue on your pussy was incredible. You knew this one time would not be enough. Natasha made you addicted to her touch and the pleasure it carried.

You were like a junkie, missing the right dose for months. Your friend was like a drug and you wanted more with every second. You would give anything to feel like this all the time. You were high. "I'm gonna cum." You moaned. "Cum, baby." She said with her lips still on your sensitive area. "Cum for me!"

"Everything fine there?" You heard a knock on the bathroom door and a concerned woman's voice. You got scared a little, but you didn't want Nat to stop. "Yeah! Everything is fine!" At the same moment you came with a loud groan.

Natasha laughed, which sent shivers down your body. "Did he ever make you so wet?" She asked with a mocking smile. Even though she had wanted you for a long time, playing with a girl of the would-be boyfriend was satisfying, to say the least. Romanoff knew she got you into a state you never knew before. Natasha made a beast out of you.

You came home on shaky legs. You still got chills at what you did with Nat. She made you addicted to herself. You wanted more and more.

When you entered the apartment, you noticed that Bruce was still sitting on the couch in the living room. Hearing the door open, he glanced towards you. "How was your night with Nat?" Bruce asked. He noticed the smudged lipstick you had all over your chin. "It was..." You have been wondering for a moment. "Intensive."

Just remembering it, wetness floated down your naked thighs.

[shingia]

DATING SUNA...

in honor of this smexy middle blocker’s birthday, here are MANY hcs about what i think dating suna would be like (as exhaustively as possible) bcs he’s on my mind 25/8 <3

cw : one or two suggestive stuff, mentions of food

— EARLY RELATIONSHIP

• ok so suna would definitely not waste his time dating someone if he wasn’t truly in love

• that’s why it took him a few months to ask you out because 1. he wanted to be sure of his feelings 2. he wanted to be sure of yours 3. he was scared

• he probably acted detached at first, but it was just to compensate for the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger since day 1

• he probably didn’t officially tell his friends that you were dating and just casually kissed you before for his class (lowkey enjoyed leaving without a word while everyone else was freaking out)

• nicknames came after a few weeks, when he ‘accidentally’ called you babe after asking for a kiss. yeah he is that smooth

• because it took him so many months to ask you out, you already knew each other pretty well so he felt comfortable around you very quickly

• and he tried his best to make you feel the same if you were a bit more nervous

• honestly he couldn’t wait for you two to become closer over time <3 he's a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic

— LOVE LANGUAGE

->| QUALITY TIME

• he cherishes every single moment you spend together, even if it’s just for a few minutes between classes

• sure, there are times where you two just hang out at his place or yours, scrolling on your phones and enjoying each other’s company. but tell him once that you want to talk to him about something and you’ll have his undivided attention

• and lemme just kdjqdhvjdmsjvh real quick : eye contact. that’s how you know he’s listening, and he always leans in just enough for you to know that he’s paying attention. no phone in sight, just you.

• he doesn’t need to take you out on fancy dates for it to be called quality time, because he values impromptu face-to-face late night conversations much more than a dinner at the restaurant.

— DATES

• your first date was one of the only dates you spent outside, it was nothing extravagant you just went for coffee after school and ended up walking through the city, holding hands for the first time

• once you guys started officially dating, you realized that at-home dates were actually more your thing. but there needs to be a difference with the rest of the time you spend at home, so you always have one or two things planned like :

• cook together an elaborate meal for once, actually put an effort in the choice of the movie/tv show you’re gonna watch (and not end up watching rick and morty for the 23rd time this week), try the most questionable face masks recipes - he loves them and doesn’t even deny it

• but i feel like you guys might go out for your anniversaries, and it’s a great opportunity for him to take really nice pictures of you and update his phone’s lockscreen (he’s a huge simp)

• your dates often take place in the evening because he loves to see your face illuminated by the city lights, and he likes to know that you might get cold because he can be smooth af and give you his jacket (most of the pictures are taken when you’re wearing it)

• i think official and ‘elaborated’ dates with suna maybe occur every two weeks because he wants them to be special and likes to look forward to them

— CUDDLES

• he gets a kick out of kissing your whole face except your lips, but really he’s just waiting for you to get frustrated and kiss him yourself

• however, if you ever don’t play along he’ll stop like “wtf you’re not supposed to do nothing”

• he’ll give you lazy and passive cuddles where you just lay on top of him, hugging him while he watches something on tv or on his phone, BUT

• if he ever wraps a blanket around you then real cuddles begin. i’m talking scalp massages, back strokes, kisses, playing with your hands...

• i just know his kisses are aphrodisiac, there’s something about the way he holds your head still with his hands that’s just UGHHH

• you could be sharing a perfectly peaceful moment together and he’ll suddenly get bored and feel an urge to tickle your sides, squish your cheeks or randomly blow in your face/ear

• but god forbid you ever do that to him, he will crush you with all his weight until you can’t move

• he also uses your hand to scratch his back because he can’t do it without writhing like a cat, not that you’d complain about seeing that one day

• you two always end up dozing and losing track of time. “we stayed like that for NINETY MINUTES?” (he’d have to find an excuse for being late at practice, because there’s no way in hell he will tell the truth in front of the twins)

• it’s very likely that you guys wake up still cuddling after nine hours of sleep. i mean it’s canon that he has a good shoulder mobility so he can keep holding you even if you’ve moved in your sleep

• his biggest struggle is morning cuddles because it’s really hard for him to get out of bed and go on with his day when he’s so comfortable in bed with you

— PDA

• i think he’d adapt to your needs, he doesn’t really mind pda

• if he ever pulls you in for a hug in public, it won’t always be a soft and sweet hug, no. sometimes it might look like a literal headlock, but he’ll give you a quick peck on the head to make up for it

• in fact the only times his hugs are sweet and lovey in public are after his matches

• if atsumu ever makes fun of him for ‘being a softie’, he’ll do the exact opposite of what’s expected of him : and by that i mean ruthlessly tongue-kiss you until tsumu begs him to stop

• he uses hugs as a way to talk shit to you about someone without them realizing it

• he doesn’t necessarily hold your hand all the time but he has affectionate gestures like giving you little pats on the head or wiping dirt off of your clothes

• pokes your cheek for no reason, and that’s daily

• he’s also a fricken tease and doesn’t have any problem with gripping your thigh when you’re sat at a table :)

— COUPLE DYNAMIC

• he tries so hard to act like you’re the clingy one but everyone knows it’s a lie

• he probably has a private story called ‘being held against my will’ where it’s just him roasting you on a daily basis

• which is a great contrast with all the albums full of pictures of you in his camera roll. like i said, he’s a MAJOR SIMP

• you also have a private story called ‘exposing the truth’ and it’s filled with stolen clichés of him being a needy and whiny little bïtch (sorry i got carried away) : it’s the twins’ main source of blackmail

• i said before that suna’s a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic. yeah well you guys definitely have it - you can spend entire afternoons together without once acting like a couple

• he’d give you a kidney if you ever needed one, but steal one of his fries and he’ll flip your chair over without thinking twice

•  you both think that your failed attempts at being romantic are hilarious. one time he tried to kiss you under the rain but you were so cold that you couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering and yeah it was just terrible

• the efforts you put in to embarrass each other are remarkable. you once kissed him in a supermarket and he just pulled away, yelling “MOM AND DAD SAID NOT IN PUBLIC !”

— RANDOM HCS THAT GIVE ME LIFE

• remember when i said you guys would do face masks together ? yeah well suna doesn’t own any headband which means that you have to tie his hair up in two pigtails at the front (it’s too short for one ponytail or a bun hehe)

• he has a silent laugh, the kind of laugh where he just wheezes while slapping his thighs, and he has to make a conscious effort to catch his breath

• he tugs on your sleeve whenever he wants to show you something <3

• in winter he writes messages on the frost of your car’s windows. nothing cheesy, probably something along the lines of “nice ass”

• he thinks it’s hilarious that your contact name in his phone is your full name, no emojis, nothing. he even put caps at the beginning 

• he sends you 30 tiktoks per day and expects you to answer to all of them

• he makes you playlists for the dumbest things. one of them is called ‘dentist appointment vibes’

• he likes to see you wear many layers of clothing in winter because he takes great pride in being the only one to know what’s hiding under them *wink*

• when he’s driving, he often tries to be smooth and stare at you lovingly when he’s at a red light, but he always misses the moment when it turns green and the other drivers start to furiously honk at him (another failed attempt at being romantic)

• i’m gonna be honest w/ you : he’s probably effortlessly seggsy when he drives

in conclusion : you might not be the most romantic couple, but your vibes are 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 because you’re both so madly in love with each other

pspsps: here’s a link to my suna playlist that fuels my mind with thousands of scenarios 

[bangtanpromptsfics]

hyacinth. (m)

dialogue prompt #3: “Your tutor is so hot”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l(?), light smut

word count: 1,540

warnings: heavy making out, grinding, blonde!jk

summary: you think your new tutor at school is hot and jungkook is determined to change that

a/n: another mature oneshot. I basically die from embarrassment while writing smut lol.

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“Your tutor is so hot”. Jungkook turns around to your attention so fast he could probably snap his neck.

“Mr. Seokjin? ”, he knows who you are talking about. The new personality development tutor of your school, more like the entire population’s crush at this point. And Jungkook hated him just for the same reasons, it seems petty but he can't help himself.

“Go fuck him then”, he snorts, swinging his back pack from one shoulder to another while you grin. Almost as on queue, Seokjin appears on the hallways and passes a smile towards all the students.

“Oh yes. Look at that a--”

“I guess that's enough for today, come on we gonna get late”, he grabs your arms and pushes you forward to move, having enough of your daily ranting about angelic beauty and who the hell laughs at some dad joke?

“When were you ever interested in math Kook?”, you tease him, resisting him to walk slower, “Oh are you perhaps… jealous!? ”

“I'm not jealous. You are annoying”, he shoots cold face.

“Hey! I'm just saying he's attractive you don't have to be so mean about it”, you whine, hitting his arm.

You see, the fact that Seokjin stole Jungkook’s high school heartthrob position in two days is one thing, but he never expected you to act the same, especially when you were so different from most students on the campus. In fact he is shocked to see you crushing on someone. You despised people in general and he kept wondering what's there in their teacher to be so lurk about because he honestly doesn't see anything.

“He's old. And everyone knows he has a girlfriend, you guys dumb or what? ”, Jungkook teases back.

“Doesn't mean I can't praise a beautiful human”

“So he's the only attractive guy in the school? ”, he's curious now and also lowkey wants to find out if you had felt anything like this about himself.

Jungkook knew he was hot. He knew he could destroy Seokjin's reputation with one different hair color but that's too much drama over nothing. As if there isn't ten assignment waiting for him at home. Yeah he got better things to do.

“Nope”, comes your immediate answer. And man that hurt. You are smart and cocky and it would be cool to know someone like you finds him attractive, but you just hurt his ego.

“Not even me? ”, he asks, all squeaky and with a small pout and you return him a smile.

“See you at 7 Kook”

____

School ends at 5, and thankfully both of your residence are nearby and there's a party hosted by Jimin at his house which is a five minute drive so Jungkook has roughly one hour and fourty five minutes to make an appearance to the party. And by appearance he means to look absolutely endearing. He's never the type to bang a lot of chicks, he didn't even need to do anything than to wear a black tee and jeans to a party and could still get laid. If he wanted sex, he can have that any time he wants.

But today is different.

He's never been this eager to be at a gathering, took time to pick outfits and oh dye his hair. He has never experimented with hair colors except that one time he tried red and got famous by the name ‘cherry head’ in the entire locality.

You of course give yourself the usual thirty minutes to do slight makeup and wear shorts with oversized tee styled enough to merge into the party. And boy you have no idea what you are going to witness today.

Jungkook arrives ten minutes late because the highlights took time to dry off. He styles them, but not too much. He still wanted to look effortlessly handsome and got that long abandoned shear black shirt with blue jeans.

“Woah is that Jungkook!?”, some girls whisper beside the bar you are currently seated at and you turn around, only to feel a pang to your chest. Fuck. A completely look through shirt with fucking tight blue denim is he fucking kidding? And blonde hair? Yeah it's that complete ‘drool over me bitches’ package.

You suddenly feel self aware of how simple you looked. He should have given a heads up because one needs several business days to process blonde Jungkook. He seemed unrecognizable.

“Woah… What's up with this new look!?”, you approach finally. Many people eye him shamelessly in your peripheral vision which is pretty much obvious.

“Nothing. Just felt like it”, he grins, having won you. Jungkook is not attractive who? Yeah he bets Seokjin will never pull off this look.

“You like it? ”, and he undoes first two buttons, exposing a bit of his toning straight to your eyes. Is he fucking teasing? You want to confront him because he's acting weird. But you don't know if this is because you feel different around him.

“Y-yeah… It's good”, you tug a smile.

“Wanna dance?”, he asks and you nod, taking your hand to the dance floor. Most people are wasted but both of you are not. So when you feel him touching more than usual, you are absolutely aware that it's not an accident.

He holds you so close all the time, as if it's something you do daily. Fuck.

“Hold me like this”, he says out of nowhere and throws your hand behind his neck. He knows what he's doing. And you are aware too, but too weak in knees to retract. You hate that you are actually enjoying this and he loved it.

“Y/n….”, he whispers to your ear, tucking a strand of your hair behind it, “Can I kiss you love? ”

Your nod is so soft and innocent before you give in. Most people who were looking forward for Jungkook’s company give up and hook up with other guys around because they know he isn't here for anybody else.

He flushes your hips against his as he kisses you, obviously tongue all the way. He doesn't know why but he wanted to shut your mouth exactly like this whenever you swooned over Seokjin. And he is most certain that all those memories are perished along with the kiss.

He pulls your bottom lip out and looks into your eyes and grinds his hip on yours, and you moan lowly. He internally curses at how sweet you sounded.

“Come with me”. He pulls you out of the crowd and into a private cubicle where people usually make out. And thankfully there was one vacant.

But he isn't quick to act once inside the space. He takes his time to lock the door and to sit at that one chair in the centre, manspreading luxuriously for you to see.

You never did anything like this with Jungkook. It was not like you had friend zoned him, you actually don't know why, all these years you spent casually flirting and shrugging off with each other, and now you can't wait to devour him.

You make your way to his lap and sit right on his hips, sighing at the contact. He grabs the back of your head and pushes it towards him. His other hand taps your butt to continue grinding which you happily do so.

He continues exploring your skin, hooking his hands on your shirt and rubbing circles at the skin there. Feeling his cold hands, you move to undo two more of his buttons to get a peak of his pecs, something you wanted to do the moment you saw him.

He moans into your mouth when your movements start to get him worked up, feeling high and ecstatic. Even with the denim shorts on, the dent on his pants was enough to get you close to orgasm.

“J-Jungkook… ”, you trail off, head slightly falling back which he catches.

“Go on love, almost there”. Fuck. You loved it when he called you names, but this one was, exceptionally very much turning you on.

He detaches his mouth to suckle on your collar bone, exposing it by pulling your t shirt slightly down. It becomes all too much, and you focus on the knot forming at your stomach.

Jungkook stops kissing you, indicating he's chasing his high several moments after yours, glad that both opted for thick denims as bottoms to cover the mess you made.

“We should've done this way before”, you imply, separating the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead.

“We could've, but you were busy drooling over some teacher”, he smugs.

“So you were jealous! ”.

Unfortunately his cocky being doesn't have an answer for that so he dodges it with another long kiss, breaking off with a loud smooch.

“God I can kiss you forever Y/n…”

“And...then? ”, you ask your confusion. You don't know what's your relationship with Jungkook is anymore, now that you had made out with him.

“... then… maybe you'll fall in love with me?”

“See you at the party Kook”, you peck the corner of his lips and get off his lap. After taking a moment to fix your outfit, you leave the cubicle.

And Jungkook knew exactly what he was going to do.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡

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[maddiwrites]

Scared to Love

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: You go from being best friends, to friends with benefits, to strangers with JJ Maybank. You tried your best not to fall in love with your best friend, but how could anyone not love the infamous Pogue?

Note: Sorry, I really suck a summaries. But I wanted to post something outside of my OBX rewrite so I hope you like it(:

Word Count 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and divorce.

The beach is loud with teenagers holding red solo cups and cheering on their friends as they compete to out drink one another. The sky is dark and glittered with bright stars, but the night is still young, filled with both promises and threats. It’s another typical Friday night, surrounded by friends and strangers alike. You usually thrive at these kind of parties - the queen of beer pong, the hot girl dancing in the middle of the crowd like no one’s watching. You attract attention from all Outer Banks social groups - Pogues, Kooks, and Tourons. But now...

Now you wish you could hide from all of it.

If it were up to you, you would be at home, locked away in your room, watching Nicholas Sparks movies until you were no longer capable of crying. But lucky for you, you have best friends who don’t allow you to wallow in self pity. Sure, they let you cry on their shoulder, they rub your back, and tell you everything’s going to be okay. They compliment you. They tell you that you’re gonna go far in life and that you don’t need any man to make you feel like you deserve the world. But they also make sure that you don’t stay in your dark place. They would drag you out of there by your teeth and skin if they needed to. At the time, you can be pissed about it, but you learn to love them for it.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you smile once tonight.” John B walks up to you and offers a teasing smile. He moves to stand next to you, shoulder to shoulder, as you look out into the depth of the party from the edge. 

“I’m trying to find a reason to,” You answer honestly. Your eyes stay trained on the blonde Pogue with a cute redhead wrapped in his arms. They’re swaying to the beat of the music that plays loudly through someone’s portable speaker. They both look happy, and the sight of it makes you physically nauseous. 

John B follows your stare and sighs when he sees what’s got you so down. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you two -”

“It doesn’t matter.” You sip on your now lukewarm beer and tear your eyes away from the happy couple, or whatever they want to call themselves. 

“It does,” John B says, making you look at him. “Because I can’t be in the same room as my two best friends anymore. I mean, seriously, what happened? Did you guys have a fight or something?”

You gnaw at your bottom lip and flick your gaze down at the sand. What you and JJ had was different than what you have with the rest of your best friends. The two of you have always been the closest. Your friend group first started as just you, JJ, and John B. John B always felt like the brother you never had. You loved and fought like siblings usually do. He told you the cold hard truth even when you didn’t want to hear it. You loved him, but not like you loved JJ. You were always aware of the way your heart swelled when JJ laughed, or how your skin tingled when he touched you, or how your chest tightened when he would come back to the Chateau and brag to everyone about his most recent hookup from the night before. The blonde held a special place in your heart that no body else could replace. Not even now.

It all started when you and JJ were left alone at the Chateau for an entire night. John B was somewhere else - probably with Sarah Cameron, who knows. JJ had come from another run-in with his dad and asked that you stay with him because he didn’t want to be alone. The two of you ended up getting high off of JJ’s good stuff. You think it was the most you ever smoked in your life. The two of you ordered pizza, and laughed at dumb youtube videos. For a few hours, you forgot that JJ had an abusive father or that you were caught between a custody battle with your own parents. 

You don’t remember how or when it happened, but the air grew thick with tension and neither of you were laughing anymore. You remember looking into his blue eyes, the color of the ocean, which you always said fit the surfer perfectly. Next thing you know, his lips are on yours - softly at first, then into a rhythm that most resembled an insatiable hunger. He took you into the room he claimed as his, and then....and then he claimed you.

You woke up first that morning. Your stomach swirled with some kind of emotion you couldn’t exactly pin when you looked over at JJ’s bare back as he slept on his stomach. Maybe it was excitement, joy, bliss. Or maybe it was dread, guilt, fear. It wasn't a secret that you and relationships...well, they never ended well. You never stayed long enough to catch serious feelings for the other person. Kie seems to think it’s due to the disastrous relationship your own parents had, and you couldn’t help but wonder if she was right. Your parents spent the second half of your life tearing each other down, competing over who was able to hurt the other one more. You spent a lot of nights hiding under your covers as if that would protect you from your mothers screams or glasses breaking from your father’s rage. You saw what loving someone could do to people. Loving someone can make you hate someone.

And you didn’t want that to happen with JJ. You knew you were already in too deep. You became a bubbly school girl whenever he came around since you were ten. But you refused to let you and JJ become like your mom and dad. If you wanted to keep JJ around, you we’re going to have to keep him at a distance. 

You knew you should have stopped it after the first time, but JJ was like a magnet you couldn’t detach yourself from. You both made a silent agreement that this would be a no strings attached situation. So off the books that even your closest friends didn’t know about it. At first it was fun and harmless - each of you got what you were craving the most, whether it be the comfort of the other person’s company or the high only that person could give the other. But inevitably, lines started to blur. You found yourself staring at your phone on days you didn’t spend together, wearing his hoodies just to feel closer to him because it hugged you in his scent, staying latched to his side at boneyard and Kook parties. You didn’t know if he felt the same way, and you didn’t let yourself find out. You put space between yourself and the infamous Pogue, only showing up in the middle of the night once a week instead of three to four. You tried talking to Tourons at parties - never going home with them but always having them as a back up option. You chose the seat furthest away from him during lunch at The Wreck, and made up excuses as to why you couldn’t go surfing with him in the early mornings. Slowly, you tried to go back to the way things were, but the further you separated from JJ, the greater the crack in your heart became.

Surprisingly, it was JJ who cut things off completely on a night you wanted to use to take your mind off the latest fight between your parents. Even with your father moved out of your family home, the screaming matches never stopped, and now they were trying to use you to pick sides. In the end, JJ did take your mind off your own family, but never in the way you expected him to.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore,” he told you as he slowly lifted your arms away from his shoulders. 

“What? Why?” You looked at him with a tilted head and narrowed eyes. Your breathing became static and shallow, like you were on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Because this was a bad idea, and it’s not healthy - me using you to forget about my dad, you using me to forget about your parents -”

“Using you?” You scoff and shake your head in disbelief. “You think that’s all this is?” “Why did you come over here? Why today? Why right now?”

You clenched your teeth together and looked away from the boy who was now staring at you with a look that resembled pity. You wanted to tell him that sex wasn’t the only reason you find solace in his company. He made you feel safe and happy. He made you forget about the world’s problems with his jokes and stories. He made you laugh harder than anyone else could dream ever could. JJ is the first person you think of when you wake up and the person you dream about at night. But you couldn’t tell him this. Because that would mean admitting your stronger feelings for him. That would mean possibly destroying the relationship you already have with him,

Little did you know, not answering him would do the same thing.

“Fine,” You swallow back your tears and turn away to leave. You couldn’t stay here, standing in front of him for another second. Your felt embarrassed and ashamed. Like you had made a mistake that you can’t take back.

“Y/N -” JJ tried calling out to you, but you ignored him and slammed the door behind you.

You down the last of your beer and shake the empty cup. Ignoring John B’s question you walk past him. “I need another drink.”

John B shakes his head with frustration. Rolling his eyes he says, “He asks about you all the time. Talks about you non stop but won’t tell me why he won’t just call you up himself. And I don’t know what to tell him because by shutting him out, you’re shutting me out too.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and look down at the sand covering the toes of your sneakers. You hate that what John B said is true, and you hate even more that you don’t know how to fix it without seeing JJ Maybank. And you’re just not ready for that.

You didn’t see JJ turn his head at the sound of his best friend’s rising voice. No one in the crowd seemed to recognize the tension only a couple feet away, but he did. He watched from afar, noticing the space between you two and how stiff your bodies are. His heart tore into two, knowing he was the reason for their dispute. But he didn’t know what to do or how to fix it. 

He thinks about you everyday, contemplates calling you up, or going to your house and apologizing personally. He misses you. He never meant to hurt you. But...he had to think of himself. And staying with you was killing him slowly. Because he knew you wouldn’t give him what he always dreamed of. A lifetime with you as his partner in crime. The love of his life. The mother to his children some day.

But everyday without you felt like another year had been tacked onto his life. Sometimes he thinks he’d rather just live through the heartbreak than never having you at all. 

“You know what?” You say, “This was a bad idea. I’m just going to go.” 

John B doesn’t stop you. He just watches you walk away. He bites his tongue because he knows whatever he wants to say in anger will only mask how he really feels - which is pity and sadness. Because he know something is is going on with you and he can’t help you - not until you let him.

“Leaving so soon?” A certain voice makes you stop in your tracks on the edge of the beach where people have parked their cars. 

You squeeze your fists together to stop your hand from shaking and take three deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You slowly turn to look at him and suck your bottom lip in between your teeth. He looks the same. Shaggy blonde hair, beautiful tan skin, sparkling blue eyes. Although, he looks sheepish with his hands tucked into his cargo short pockets and his eyes narrowed in your direction. He looks sad. But that doesn’t make sense because he broke it off with you.

“I guess I’m just not in the party mood tonight,” You respond. JJ takes note of how empty your voice sounds.

“Y/N Y/L/N not in the party mood?” JJ tries to joke. “That’s unheard of.”

“What are you doing, JJ?” You ask impatiently. The longer you look at the boy you...well...the boy you don’t want to love, the harder it is to breathe. “Don’t you have a girl to entertain? She’s pretty, clearly into you-”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” You play dumb.

JJ sighs. “Look, I understand if you’re mad at me or something -”

“I’m not mad,” You deny with a shrug. “We fucked around for a little bit and then you moved on-”

“Don’t do that. Don’t act like what he had meant nothing -“

“Well did it? Mean anything?” You narrow your eyes and take another step closer to him. “Because from what you said, I was only using you! And you were only using me. That’s what you said!”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I -”

“What did you mean then?” You challenge him. You feel your eyes heat up with fresh tears and no matter how many times you try to blink them away, they threaten to fall. You feel a red blush rush up your neck as you look deep into his eyes, remembering the shame you felt that night. You never meant to make him feel like that’s all he was to you - a distraction or a quick fuck. He was still your best friend. And you ruined that, and there’s no one else to blame but yourself. Yet here you are, yelling at him because it was easier that way. 

“I never meant for any of this to happen. I just - I just wanted my best friend back!”

You take a step back and look at him like the blonde just grew two heads. “I never left. I was there the entire time. You’re the one that ended things.”

“Because I loved you!” JJ yells at you, rendering you absolutely speechless. His words ring over your head like a chime, dancing beautifully through your ear drums. Despite his outburst of admittance of affection, he glares at you because how could you be so stupid not to see it? 

“What?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and your own scowl is gone. 

JJ runs his hands through his disheveled hair and curses to himself. “Fuck, Y/N, I loved you. I still love you. But I know how you feel about relationships and love and -” JJ sighs. “I didn’t want to lose you, but my god, it was killing me that I was giving my all and you would never -”

You feel your feet moving forward despite your brain and thoughts freezing completely. 

You didn’t know how to feel.  You just knew you needed to be near him. You wanted to feel his heart beat against his chest and his breath on your skin. You wanted to look him dead in the eyes and read his brain like an open book. You just wanted to be near him and somehow show him that you felt the same way.

Your hands cup his jaw to make him look at you. He looks pained - like a boy who had just been punched in the gut by his worst enemy, and it killed you to know you were the cause of it. You didn’t mean to. Little did he know you felt the same way. It was the reason you distanced yourself from him in the first place. You loved him. Fuck, you loved him so much. But you were scared. You didn’t want to end up like your parents. You’d rather die than learn to resent the blonde Pogue in front of you. But by trying to save your relationship, you ended up hurting yourself and JJ. 

He keeps his eyes closed and tries to move his face out of your hands, but you stay strong and move even closer to him so that you’re chest to chest.

“I would.” Your voice is a whisper and your breath sends a rush of goosebumps down his neck. “Hey..” You whisper again and JJ opens his eyes to look at you. “I would. Because I love you too.”

JJ’s brows furrow. “What?”

“I was scared. I am scared.” You correct yourself. “I tried to turn it all off by distancing myself from you. I thought that maybe if I stopped -” You pause as a silent tear runs down your cheek. “I tried not to love you. God, I tried so hard. But I do, JJ. I love you so freaking much. But I’m terrified that -”

“Hey, hey.” As your hands fall, JJ’s go to your face to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “We’re not like them.” He reads your mind perfectly. He knows about your parents’ divorce and the mental damage it’s caused you. “We’ll never be like them. You hear me?”

“How do you know that?” Your voice cracks.

“Because if I’ve got you, what do I have to be miserable about?” JJ grins as you giggle. You turn your head to place a kiss against the palm of his hand, ripping open a set of flutters through JJ’s abdomen. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. And I won’t hurt you either. I promise.”

You sniffle and bite your bottom lip as a smile spreads across you face. “So, are we really doing this?”

JJ nods as he leans in closer to you and pulls your chin up. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” He leans down and kisses you gently at first, letting the fireworks spark throughout your entire body, then moves his lips more passionately against yours. 

Neither of you knew, but from afar, your best friends were watching behind a couple of trees with open mouths and wide eyes. 

“Oh my god!” Sarah jumps up and down like a school girl. She always knew you and JJ had something stronger than the rest of the Pogues but never said anything. 

“I knew it,” Kie shakes her head with a smirk. 

“It’s about fucking time,” John B wraps his arms around his own girlfriend and kisses the top of her head. “I was going to kill them.”

“What?” Pope looks between his two best friends with furrowed brows. “You knew about this all along?”

John B scoffs, “How could you not?”

“Even I had a feeling something was going on,” Sarah giggles. 

“Why do they have to be so fucking stubborn?” Kie says.

“Should we...I don’t know...congratulate them or something?” Pope asks awkwardly. 

Kie pats Pope’s shoulder as she walks past him to go back to the party. “Absolutely not.”

“Yeah, I’m not going near them until morning,” John B says and grabs Sarah’s hand to lead her back to the keg to get another drink. “In fact, we should just steer clear of the Chateau for the entire night.”

You still had a lot to learn, but not letting your parents’ divorce dictate your life was the best lesson you learned. They can take whatever they want from you, but they weren’t going to take away your relationship with JJ. Because he’s the best thing that could have ever happened to you.