#LATE NIGHT UPLOAD HELL YEAH

[beansricejc]

THE CLIENT - John Wick x F!Reader

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synopsis: you go to some extreme measures to make sure you get your rent paid on time.

⚠️ warnings ⚠️: DUB/NON con, s3x work, cursing, sugar daddycore, implied violence, brief descriptions of violence, misleading job descriptions, good & bad name calling, chasing, financial / emotional manipulation, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! MINORS DNI! 4379 words.

author’s note: I am so sorry about not being active, I’ve been meaning to take this off of the back burner for some time now. If you follow me you probably have noticed that this is based off of a short blurb I uploaded a few months ago. I’ve been avoiding writing because of several anon hate messages I’ve gotten about Fake It, and it put a huge damper on my writing process. but I’m back and I hope you all enjoy!

This economy is shit.

That's the sentence you continue to repeat in your brain. Should you have to work more than your full time accounting job at that stupidly high skyscraper downtown? Absolutely not, but your rent was bumped up by 15%, and a mere 40 hour work week won’t cut it anymore.

“Can you work nights?” The temp agent asks from across his desk. The florescent lights of his office (that is desperately in need of an update) are giving you a headache. The pot of coffee on the table in the corner is starting to burn.

“Yeah. Anytime after 6.” You quickly answer, your leg that’s crossed on top of the other is bouncing. The worker nods his head and clacks his vintage looking keyboard in front of his computer monitor.

The thick silence in this small space might kill you.

The worker’s eyes squint at his screen, before they trail back to you, seeming to give your face and your body a look over.

“Do you have any experience with housekeeping?” The worker asks, which makes your head tilt. Your printed and slightly crumpled resume is right there in front of him. Idiot.

“I mean, not houses, but when I worked retail I would have to clean the store from time to time.” You tell him and raise your eyebrows.

He nods and continues to stare at you. Creep.

“There’s an opening for a private housekeeper gig a bit north. You wouldn’t be tied to an agency, the client would pay you directly.” The man informs you. “Can, can I just do one thing first? Usually our employers, uh, they typically request pictures of their applicants.” The temp agent stammers and grabs his smartphone from his desk drawer. “Let me just…”

You don’t have any time to decline, since the flash is already going off in your direction.

“Uh- I’ve never heard of anything like that.” you question while the man types on his phone.

“Have you been employed through a temp agency before?”

“Well, not exact-“

“Then clearly you’re unfamiliar with how this works.” He interjects before setting the device down. “The pay is very good, although the employer hasn’t told me specifics. 3 nights a week after 6:30. 3 to 4 hour shifts. Does that work?” the worker asks and pushes up his glasses.

You feel a bit dumbfounded, and you have a strange suspicion that this man is gaslighting the hell out of you. But what can you do? You’re about to be 3 weeks late on rent.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You mumble out.

It wasn’t fine. You hate the fact that instead of being able to snuggle up with your dog and watch reruns of New Girl, you have to pick up a second job.

“Great. I’ll have him give you a call.” was the last thing the man told you before you left the building. Secretly, you hope whoever this ‘employer’ is, they just forget about contacting you.

Hours later, you’re putting groceries into your fridge when your phone starts to vibrate in your pocket. You answer of course.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, uh…” a deep male voice on the other line asks, accidentally mispronouncing your first name. Chuckling, you quickly correct him. “My mistake, forgive me. Ah, I heard you’re looking for a job?”

Your eyes bulge and you suddenly straighten up as if the man is having a face to face conversation with you. There was no way he was already calling you! Totally unprepared, you cleared your dry throat.

“Yeah, yep, that’s me.” you answer his question. His voice is so sultry. The man is clearly older than you, and it’s clear that he thinks before he speaks.

“Perfect. Pay is 1200 an hour, and if you swing by around 6:45 tomorrow that would be great. Can I email you my address?” The man offers online. You frown and choke on the water you were sipping.

“Woah, woah, excuse me. You said… 1200 an hour?” You repeat his payment offer.

“Yeah, is that a problem? All in cash.”

You almost have a heart attack.

“Nope, nope no problem at all.”

“Excellent. And, by the way, wear something, comfortable.” He says over the phone. You frown.

“Comfortable?” You question.

“Yeah. Comfortable.” He replies.

In hindsight you should have thought this through. You should have seen this coming, since men are disappointing and so vile. And you even know that you’re an idiot for agreeing.

So you do, and end the call.

6:45 comes faster than you thought it would. Your finger presses the door bell, and as you look around the neighborhood he’s in, the only thing you can think of? This dude is in a completely different tax bracket than you.

As for the comfortable clothing, you opted for some leggings and a long sleeve tee shirt that accidentally accentuates your waist and chest. You didn’t think anything of it. Did you think $1200 an hour was a bit off? Totally. But the guy was probably desperate for someone to clean this enormous house up.

You’re completely wrong.

The large door creaks open, and you come to face a man, middle aged, with long dark hair that seems to be tied in the back. A man bun? Really. You don’t say anything about it. Instead you smile and give the classic:

“Hi! You had a cleaning scheduled for 6:45?”

The words are bubbly and of course higher pitched. Like any customer service job, you’ve trained yourself to fake a smile and a friendly voice.

His rugged features surprise you. The way his jaw clenched and unclenched, his dark beard that grows on his face. The way his thin brown eyes trace over your body as he pressed his lips together. As if you were on display, only for him.

You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. But you’re not here for that. You’re here to work.

Are you?

“Yeah, you’ll do.” The man nods and allows you to enter his domain.

What the fuck did that mean? You don’t allow him to see the way your eyebrows scrunch up at his remark.

His house that reeks of modern contemporary architecture, the bachelor pad vibes were insane in this place. Regardless, the home seemed almost empty, even though it wasn’t. The vast size of it makes it so every little noise is able to bounce off the walls.

“Do you want something to drink?” Your new boss asks. He looks down at you with little to no expression on his handsome features. Despite the lack of emotion, a tinge of determination lingers in his narrowed brown eyes. “Call me John, by the way. Mister Wick will make me feel like a senior citizen.”

You just laugh. He already knows your name. Of course he does, why didn’t you expect otherwise? That temp agency definitely gave it to him.

“John it is.” You test out the name on your tongue; the simplicity of it is so right for him.

But something doesn’t sit right with you. It’s as if your body is subconsciously ringing all of the woman alarms that you should listen to.

Oh but you could use the cash! It’s the uneasy pit in your gut that churns and twists, attempting to pry yourself out of the situation.

Of course you ignore it.

“Right. So. There’s this particular spot I need help cleaning.” John’s hand guided you by the small of your back, you didn’t even notice how close he was standing to you. As if John were nothing but a ghost in the wind.

He leads you right in the living room, where a large crimson stain has set itself into the oak flooring. Your eyes widen, instinctively backing away, forgetting that John was directly behind you. Your shorter body runs into his, and he sets his strong hands on your shoulders.

Oh my god. A serial killer hired you. Or at least a murderer. The sheer size of the blood stain definitely was a fatal amount to lose. It’s as if someone had taken a liter of blood and dumped it onto his expensive flooring.

“I’m sure you can understand why this is such a lucrative deal, right?” John’s voice rumbled into your right ear. Chills trickle down your spine, caused simply from his touch and his murmur. But this is bad. You need to leave. You can’t just clean up murder messes for a living!

“I, I don’t know if I can-“

“Oh I know you can. Say, are you a good multi-tasker?” John asked, his grip on your shoulders becoming a bit tighter. It feels possessive almost. You should have listened to your woman warnings your body gave you.

Your canine teeth dig into your soft tongue.

“I mean, yeah.” You squeak out to answer the man who’s paying you. A throaty laugh leaves his mouth.

“Oh, good to hear.”

The scent of his cologne enters your nose. Tobacco, ginger, cocoa even. It’s intoxicating, the way his smell lingers in the air; and how it’ll imprint itself onto your own clothes and skin. You can’t let this man’s Dior Sauvage distract you from getting the fuck out of this house.

“Listen, I don’t-“

“2156, 45rd Avenue. Apartment 5. Right?” John suddenly asks. Those chills that ran down your spine seem to be more sinister than you initially realized. You turn around and glare up at him.

“How do you know that?” You immediately question him with a brash voice.

John lets out a deep chuckle, his handsome smile is so stupid. You don’t want to be attracted to him.

“You should take the job. I could buy your building, your rent could go down significantly.” John smirked down at your trembling form. “But, I’ll need you to be good at more than just cleaning.” His voice grumbles into your ear. His hot breath sticks to your neck. His voice is deep and almost off putting, in a good way. God the way he speaks. The way he looks you over with those pretty brown eyes.

Your mouth lets out a gasp as you suddenly feel his large hand reach around and grab one of your breasts. His unwanted touch feels like fire against your clothing. Your body tries to squirm.

“Shh, dear, let me touch you. I like it more if there’s less of a reaction.” John whispered, you feel his erection grow as he presses his groin into your ass.

“Woah, WOAH!” You yell, shoving him away. Surprisingly he backs away, with his hands in the air. There’s a smirk that plays on his rugged face, as he bites his tongue and lets his eyes devour your body.

“Really? You want to refuse me? Do you know who I am, little girl?” John chuckled, taking a few steps forward.

“You know what? I think I’m good on the job, you’re a fucking weirdo.” Is all you have to say to that. His rugged face has the meanest scowl you have ever seen in your life.

The tension in the air is so uncomfortable, and you want to punch yourself for not listening to your gut. The churning. The accelerated heart rate.

This was all wrong, that creepy temp agent had set you up with some gig that was clearly not legitimate in the slightest, of course it was too good to be true. Men only want one thing, and you don’t know how you didn’t manage to connect the dots.

You grimace at the thought of what he just did to you as your legs sprint towards the door.

“Not so fast, little one.” John growls, it seems he’s got you pinned against his entryway door. Your face is pressed against the wood, and you cry out in pain from the abrupt slam of your body.

“What if I bought your apartment building, and raised your rent? That’s why you have this job, right? That’s why a pretty thing like you waltzed into that temp agency and expected some help. God, I’m glad that agent sent me a picture. Do you know how much I came looking at your confused face?” John huffs out, biting his lip and moaning at the thought. His brown eyes roll to the back of his head for a split second as he recalls the orgasm he had, just thinking about you.

When he was hunched over in his shower, canines digging cuts into his bottom lip and drawing blood as John fucked into his balled up fist. When he whimpered your name like a pathetic needy bitch, the noise bouncing off of the bathroom walls to remind him of what a sick piece of shit he is. The mere idea of him taking advantage of a woman in a predicament like this made his balls ache in excitement. His toes would curl on the wet bathtub floor just imagining you being his good little fuck toy.

The ragged tone in his breath and voice make John sound desperate, deprived even.

“God I want you to swallow my cum so bad, I bet you’d look like a good girl, taking me in your mouth, huh? You wanna swallow daddy’s load?”

You elbow him right in the chest, but fall to the wooden floor while you do so. Too bad you’ve always been a clumsy bitch.

You groan as the pain shoots up your spine. And you panic. This absolute dilf of a man was a freak! And by the looks of all of that blood on his floor, a monster. A serial killer maybe! What the fuck was the point of listening to all of those podcasts if you didn’t take the god damn hints John had shown several times?!

John doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you kick, scream, struggle, he even gives your left asscheek a swift smack just for fun. You let out a yelp.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go into the other room, and I’m going to buy your building. All I have to do is make a call. And you, cutie, get to make a decision.” John chuckled. “You leave, and I’ll have a group of men take out all of your shit from your place; and replace your doorknobs. Or,” John grabs your waist, your hand swats him away as you give him a glare. John sighs and gives you a smile, ruffling your hair with his large hand. “Or you let me have my way with you; while you clean up my little mess. And you won’t have to worry about paying a thing ever again.” John whispers. The man takes a step back, biting his lip at the sight of you being scared of him, before leaving and going into the other room.

You groan, tears brim your eyes as you contemplate your choices. Seeing the vast wealth displayed by just his household furnishings, you figured he wasn’t bluffing. The sting from holding back the cry hurts like a bitch, realizing you have no choice in the matter.

“God dammit.” You mumble, grabbing the cleaning supplies. You can’t help but wonder how the hell this much blood got on this asshole’s floor anyhow. Maybe you didn’t want to know. Either way, baking soda would do the trick here; with some water and dishwasher fluid.

So you get to work, scrubbing and finishing away the blood stain from the wooden floor. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounded.

Your stomach churned as you hear him approaching, his Oxford shoes clicking on the ground.

“Oh, good girl.” John snickered from above, you looked up at him with an icy stare, only to see something you certainly didn’t expect.

John and his hand, expertly stroking his hard cock to the sight of you cleaning.

John’s a good size. Bigger than average. Not something straight out of some unrealistic porn video online. The 7 inch long and slightly girthy dick in his grasp twitched, while it dripped precum from the pink shaded tip.

You start to feel something stir in you. This is wrong. You know it’s wrong. But fuck. His lip bite, the way he stroked himself to the sight of you, it’s not like he was ugly or anything. Quite the opposite.

He’s everything every woman dreams about in a man. Dark, brooding, with chiselled features and a symmetrical face. His olive skinned forehead is slick with sweat, definitely from being all hot and bothered at the sight of lil’ ol’ you.

Realistically, there could be worse out there to have fuck you.

“No no, little one. Keep cleaning,” John takes in a sharp breath. “Don’t mind me. Just pretend that this is normal, don’t be distracted. This will be your new normal. You’ll do various tasks around my house, and you let me touch you however I want.”

Now despite what your brain is telling you, the churning in your stomach drifts into butterflies. This isn’t right. In fact, it’s fucking vile. But why is your breath caught in your throat? Why does your head feel like it’s spinning?

You’re too much in your head at the moment, and you don’t notice the sound of a switchblade opening. With one quick motion, you can feel your leggings slice open. Before you have time to gasp, next comes your thong, he’s cutting the fabric and peeling it from your body.

John pressed the soaked cloth to his large nose, taking in a deep breath to get a whiff of your essence. Chills run down his spine as he grows even harder, your pure femininity smells absolutely divine to him.

“Oh you’re so wet for me, you like this, don’t you? You bad fucking girl,” he laughs. Your yelp escaped your dry lips as one of his long fingers swiped your moist entrance, pushing one in to test the waters. Your soft grunt of surprise and disdain covers your pleasure as you continue to try to clean up this stupid blood stain on the wooden floor.

You have to wonder, what the fuck happened here? Your mind goes haywire, imagining the man behind you potentially taking a life in the very spot that you’re in. How did he do it? A gunshot wound? Cutting someone’s throat? Torture? Tying them up by their feet to hang upside down, only to stab their jugular and letting gravity do its job? And why exactly are you thinking of it while John adds another finger, pumping the long calloused digits into your soaking cunt.

You catch yourself backing up against him, moaning a bit as you bite your lip to punish yourself for it. You’re not supposed to like this! What the fuck are you doing?

A suit jacket is tossed aside out of the corner of your eye, as a deep throaty chuckle echoes from the walls of his large house.

“Oh? So I’m right. You do like it.” John chuckles, pulling his fingers out. You let out a whine, almost angry that he would stop fingering you all of a sudden. John slaps your folds with the tip of his cock just for fun.

Your whine is replaced with a sharp squeal, his large hands grip the roots of your messy hair, pulling your head back as his fat tip eases into your pussy. The burn of your head and the burn of his dick throws you in a loop, especially at the sight of John.

John. This perverted, sick and despicable example of a human being, who’s eyes look so soft as he inches in and out of you. There’s a wicked smirk on his face when your eyes shoot to his lips, nothing that the cut up remains of your thong are in his mouth.

And you’re not sure if it’s hot or nasty. The obscene view of him damn near chewing on your underwear has you… well, fucked up. But it’s the way he begins to snap his hips against your ass that makes you forget about it. The other hand whacks your right asscheek, earning another yelp from you.

“You’re a fucking pig!” you sputter out, trying your best to show absolutely revulsion to the way he’s fucking you.

John can see through you like a piece of cling wrap.

You’re not making any progress in cleaning the blood stain, as he thrusts harder into you. You mew loudly while he takes his hand in your hair and instead presses your pretty little face into the floor. Your cheeks and nose throb as scratches embed themselves into your skin, as if you hardly notice. The way John’s cock feels as he has his way with your fluttering cunt is too good to even put into words. You have to remind yourself to breathe while he speaks to you.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess. I didn’t take you for a good little slut, who’s my slut?”

Gritting your teeth, his tip brushed your cervix, and that will certainly give you an aching feeling tomorrow. You don’t want to admit anything to this monster. But his fist tightens at the roots of your hair, sending pain down your scalp right as his other hand reaches your clit and draws quick circles on it.

“I asked you something, sweetheart. Now fucking answer me.”

“I’m your slut! I’m your slut!” You repeat out, shame fills your belly as you give in to John’s desires, and he giggles in return.

“What an obedient girl you are.” John praises, his thrusts become slower, more passionate even, as if he’s rewarding you for answering him. Somehow, the slower and more sensual movement of his dick feels even better, especially with John incorporating those finger movements on your clit.

“Stop fuckin’ cleanin’, you’re doing a shit job anyway.” John grunts, swatting the brush out of your tiny hands and flipping your body over like a ragdoll. I mean, he’s not wrong, he just doesn’t have to be a dick about it.

“You think you can take me? You’ve been doin’ a good job so far. Better than cleaning, you got a talent for letting me fuck you like this.” John’s words are almost garbled and incoherent but you’re too afraid to shake your head. Before you can even respond, he shoves your cut up panties into your mouth, covering your lips with those calloused large hands, much to your dismay.

You muffle loudly, an attempted “What the fuck?!”, but he only snickered before pumping his cock back into your cunt, lifting your legs so your ankles could have resembled earmuffs on him. Your eyes roll back. He’s so fucking deep, John’s hand moved from your mouth to your throat, restricting your oxygen intake by squeezing as he fucks into you. Using you as his little play thing. Your sticky sweat coated flesh smacks against another, sending the sound throughout the house, along with your softened moans and whimpers.

“Your cunt belongs to me. Got it, bitch?” John asks, these things he is saying to you are fucking terrible, but you can’t help but be excited when they come out. You nod and bite down on what used to be your thong as he continued to rub your wet nub and fuck you hard. Your sharp fingernails dub themselves into his bare thighs, which will definitely leave marks later.

John hisses, but continues plowing into you nonetheless.

“Cum for me. Do it before I change my mind.” John ordered. Say less.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. While your eyes cross, your pussy pulses around his dick, as you become undone under him. Your walls flutter and you whimper loudly, your climax unraveling and finally giving you that oh so satisfying release. John grunts over you.

“That’s it, cum for me, who’s making you cum?” He asks.

“You are! Shit- you are, John,” you mumble into your underwear as your cock drunk state leaves you unable to adjust your body.

John laughs at your undoing, pulling your thong out of your teeth and slipping out of your cunt. It doesn’t take long for him to use his immense strength to lift you up onto your knees, as he gives his slick cock a few jerks with his hand.

“Open.”

In a state of euphoria, you don’t question the man who just gave you a mind blowing orgasm. Your lips part, and he bites his lip as the tip of his dick reached the back of your throat. Your eyes widen as he moans, fingers gripping into your hair once more as he fucks into your mouth a bit more. It doesn’t take long before he climaxed, spurts of cum that you’re forced to take and swallow, like the naive little thing you are.

The things a girl will do to make sure rent is paid in full.

The next few days are certainly something. There are scratches on your face and some light bruising here and there on your body from your, ahem, shift, with John the other night. A male coworker even asked if you had a sprained ankle or something from the way you were walking into the office the next morning.

How embarrassing.

And now you find yourself, checking your mail and getting your rent bill in for the upcoming month. You roll your eyes, tearing the envelope open as your little dog jumps up on your leg, excited that you have arrived home. You aimlessly scratch his head, setting the invoice on your kitchen counter before feeding your pet a scoop of food, and grabbing the checkbook.

It’s almost like it slipped your mind that John had actually acquired your apartment building.

John does many things, but he doesn’t bluff.

Your eyes scan the piece of paper as it hits you like a brick.

Thank you for your business. Please send your payment of: $0.00 by March 1st, 2024.

What the fuck?

The stack of a few thousand dollars stares at you from your desk, and you swallow the lump in your throat. Your mouth dries up when the words in scribbled writing at the bottom read:

See you next week, pretty girl.

xoxo, J.

[writingmeraki]

unsaid, unkept, ugly emotions.

a seventeen hip hop unit imagines !

IN WHICH, the uglier side of feeling too much getting more messier than it already is for both parties involved.

(or in which for different reasons, it just seems you aren't meant to be.)

pairing : svt!hiphop!unit x gn!reader, friend's crush!seungcheol, best friend's other best friend!wonwoo, rival's friend!mingyu, rockstar! vernon.

genre : angst, no comfort. ( for now )

warnings : mentions of injuries, inaccurate basketball terms, cussing, messy, heartbreak, contemplation, arguments, miserable people, miscommunication, everyone gets hurt, a lot of unspoken feelings, like emphasis on that you may get annoyed. ( not proofread ; we die like hyyh yoonkook )

author's note : i tried so hard to make gyu's messy but i just couldn't ( you'll find out ) these plots are soo random and specific pls but so funnn to write! also me uploading this much is trying to make up for very less updates for the last months of 2023. I missed milestones and I want to make up for those soon too! gahh anyways let me know what you think of these, im actually nervous abt this ngl ( also i just noticed soo much friend drama oof-)

VOCAL UNIT VER. | PERFOMANCE UNIT VER.

word count : 4.1k ( they are getting longer...)

ᯓ★ | seungcheol.

He was off limits.

From the moment you knew your best friend, Haewon, had a crush on him, he was not supposed to ever be in your radar of romantic boundaries as per the rules of being a best friend. 

Seeing her going crazy for a boy like him at first really made you question if there was something wrong with you because you just couldn’t quite see it.

Sure he was literally the definition of tall, blonde and gorgeous. Sure he had adorable dimples that made him look less intimidating than you thought he initially was. Sure he was also the frat president as well as the captain of the soccer team making you wonder how he was able to still balance getting great grades.

Well. There was a slight possibility you could see what others saw. 

Maybe even more when the time you tried to play wingman for Haewon at a party where you lost her because apparently she was looking for him but said guy turned up right beside you as you were contemplating on what would least likely not kill your liver if you had it resulting in having conversations about cherries ( you don’t even know ) and him trying to convince (gaslight) you into soccer being one of the greatest games of all time. 

You didn’t get convinced but for the time it felt right to agree to what he said if it meant those adorable dimples would show up when you did. 

You were so screwed. 

Another thing Choi Seungcheol had was a great memory, because he seemed to remember you when he saw you walking down the hallway with Haewon as he smiled so widely at you in greeting. 

“Haha yeah hey! um…This is Haewon by the way! Haewon, Seungcheol.” You had to nudge her to snap out of her daze and she extended her hand in greeting as he politely shook her hand. 

“That reminds me, I forgot to ask you last night but uh can I have your-”

“Oh would you look at that! We’re getting late for class! I’m so sorry Seungcheol, we’ll have to leave!” 

That moment you think you were so going to hell when you saw how quickly his smile fell and how his sparkly eyes dimmed down because it felt like you committed a sin then and there. You think you saved yourself from committing a sin but it didn’t feel less dreadful as you grabbed her hand and rushed as quickly as you could.

In the opposite direction of where your class was.

“WHAT WAS THAT-”

“Listen- when you were looking for him last night- I swear I don’t know how but he was right where I ended up sitting and he-well, we talked I suppose-?”

Her eyes widened at your words and you raised your hands in surrender, 

“I promise I didn’t even know when he showed up, I tried to message you and even find you but you seemed gone until the moment we were leaving.”

“Plus the reason I didn’t tell you last night was I was tired! I was here trying to play wingman while the person in love was seemingly gone-”

She sighed and nodded at you, “You don’t have to explain, I know he’s not your type, you made that clear a lot of times actually it’s kinda hilarious.” She giggled as she recalled the countless times you chastised her for daydreaming about him. But now, you couldn’t stop the stupid tinge of bitterness in your heart.

Right. Not my type. 

Suddenly her eyes widened as an idea struck her, “That’s it! He was gonna ask for your number right? You can try and set me up then!”

“I well- I don’t know-”

“Please! You know how I have been trying to get to know him even.”

You didn’t want to say it then but you thought about how trying meant actually doing something rather than just gazing from afar. At least become friends with him was the words you told her countless times but she paid no heed, retorting how it was not that easy.

But it was easy because what’s the worst that could happen? Him having a partner? So it wasn’t the end of the world, others existed! 

Too bad you were easy to persuade, questionably easy because all it took were her doe eyes pleading at you to agree.

“Fine- I’ll try- but no promises.”

As she hugged you and squealed words of gratefulness to you, you couldn’t quite put a finger on it then but, 

You didn’t understand why it felt a part of you couldn’t seem to share the same happiness, conceivably a lingering dread there that knew something was surely going to go wrong.

✮⋆˙ | wonwoo.

Everytime Jeon Wonwoo had the ever so unfortunate ( according to him ) time to exist in the same room as you, it seemed like an impending doom for him. 

His heart felt weird, his stomach dropped, his throat parched.

He hated it. 

He was an individual who knew what they wanted in life. Never unsure nor second guessing, always able to classify their emotions in proper ways. Systematic is the right word. Able to know what exactly he wants to do in his career, how to behave with his friends, when to be serious and when to have ‘fun’. 

So what happens when you completely throw him off the rocks with your mere existence?

He hates you. That’s how he tags the emotions he feels when he sees you and what does hatred sprout? Indifference. 

Too many questions asked but it’s what Wonwoo declares. 

Though, he thinks the first mistake is to think he’d be able to avoid you considering the fact that you were his best friend/roommate’s good friend. Meaning you spent around twenty to twenty two hours at their place (Yes he counted) and he absolutely hated it.

He hated how your giggles would ring out in the entire apartment when Mingyu said a half-assed joke, it literally made his chest feel uneasy. He hated how your eyes would always twinkle when you would be talking to Mingyu, it made his stomach drop and sigh in disbelief. 

Was Mingyu that oblivious to how much you liked him?

Now this was a question that made Wonwoo almost throw up. Odd.

“You know if you don’t make a move, he won’t even know right? I know you think he’s one of the smartest but in the romance field, I think even fucking Jihoon beats him at that.” 

Or perhaps Wonwoo was just very oblivious to how much you liked him. 

You shook your head at Mingyu’s words as you both walked up to his apartment, the butterflies in your stomach already churning at the thought that Wonwoo was likely home. 

“And also it’s getting concerning how much time you spend in my apartment for the sake of him, like at this point just move in you creep—HEY!Ow!— that hurt you ass!”

“It’s not that easy,Gyu,he’s – he’s Wonwoo for God’s sake!”

“That’s exactly why it’s easy! It’s Wonwoo! Be direct with him. I’ve known him for years and trust me, he won’t know until you spit it out to him!”

Maybe…maybe he was right. Afterall he had been friends with Wonwoo before even knowing you.

“What if he doesn’t even feel the same–”

“Be serious. He literally looks like a lovesick fool when you’re over–”

“Maybe he’s just sick of me coming over.”

Mingyu stopped walking and you didn’t even realize until you were a few steps ahead. Pausing when you finally saw he wasn’t beside you.

His expression was like he was close to ripping out his hair from frustration while also being flabbergasted. It was kinda hilarious and you had to gulp to prevent laughing because you were sure he might just kill you.

“Okay! Okay, fine– I'll listen to you– maybe not confess today! But I'll ask if we can hangout or something,happy?”

“Very.” 

You rolled your eyes at his words as you both began climbing up the stairs, telling him to shush with his teasing as the tips of your ears began to feel warm and the blood rushed to your cheeks with every scenario you imagined.

Maybe if you thought that the upcoming scenario would ever occur. it would have hurt less. 

As you waited for Mingyu to pull out his keys, you could feel your nerves igniting through your skin and your stomach churning. But before Mingyu could insert the key, the door opened.

You wouldn’t have questioned anything, if it weren’t for the obvious messy hair, hickey marks trailing down her exposed neck and of course, the star of your daydreams right behind her, standing with a surprised face.

It was obvious what had occurred, the confirmation lying in the bruises on his neck. 

“Woah–uh.” Mingyu stuttered awkwardly, and you could feel his sympathy as he glanced at you. You couldn’t think of anything else other than how…right you were and how wrong Mingyu was.

You didn’t know who she was but it wasn’t her fault. Or anyone’s. Maybe yours. So as a weird tension simmered through the air, you looked away from them and just turned to Mingyu. 

And for the first time in his life probably, he was lost. Jeon Wonwoo was lost because why did he just feel like he committed a crime when he wasn’t even yours anyways?

He hated the way you looked away, not missing the hurt that flashed across your eyes as you realized what he probably was doing. 

You didn’t even notice she’d already left, smiling at Wonwoo and signing him to call her back, again. Probably not the first time, you thought.

“Uh-Gyu- I’ll go now, It’s getting late for me anyways,”

You really tried to stop your voice from cracking, the lump in your throat making you want to choke and die then and there. So you just looked at Mingyu, purposefully ignoring the way he looked at you in sympathy. 

His stare seemed to burn into your side profile. The words on the tip of his tongue, but what? It all felt like a lot but nothing at the same time. Wonwoo didn’t know what to say. 

Nodding goodbye to Mingyu and glancing at Wonwoo, offering a tight lipped smile as you waved, and then without saying anything you turned around. 

Mingyu frowned. His best friend couldn’t own up to his feelings for you and just when you were about to take a step forward, he somehow ended up fucking it up completely. 

What a mess. 

“Come on, we need to talk.”

Mingyu said seriously, putting an arm over Wonwoo’s shoulders, albeit a little forcefully which caused the other boy to almost stumble over. 

It seemed it was now up to him now to sort out this mess and hopefully it doesn’t get worse from here.

✩₊˚. | mingyu.

Being the new captain of the basketball team had its perks. Sure, you now officially got tagged as a ‘jock’, a title in itself that held its own benefits, probably more than just when you were another player in the team. 

But its disadvantages seemed more at the moment when you found yourself under the angered gaze of none other than Yoon Jiwoo. Another player of the basketball team. Shooting guard was the position.

By all means, it wasn’t your fault she was not captain, it was her own actions that did not get her the position. And plus, it wasn’t like it was bad not being a captain, Yeri was a small forward, yet probably the best one at it. So it was at the end of the day, nothing to you but just more responsibilities with the title. 

Plus, it was also voted by the rest of the players that you deserved to be captain this time when it was time to appoint a new captain. Jiwoo had been a captain before Lisa became that year, but she left and so there had to be a new choice made. 

With Jiwoo’s unfair hatred towards you, also came a similar animosity from her group of friends. Well you think Jiwoo wants them to share the same feelings as she does but you doubt they care enough, usually neutral towards you or sympathetic even as they tried to reason her animosity being useless.

They were five or six if you could remember correctly from the times they’d drop her to practice or come to pick her up sometimes. Apparently one of them was her cousin Yoon Jeonghan and you could surely see the similarities in them from the way unrealistically attractive they both looked. 

But the one that stuck out most to you was Kim Mingyu. Her best friend. And the one who supposedly hated you the most, after her that is.

Then why did he feel anything but hate? He couldn’t stop looking at you during your practice when he stuck around to wait for Jiwoo, as if in a trance as his gaze remained on you.

He couldn’t stop the way his heart sped up when you grinned so widely as you scored, tackling your teammate in a hug. Why was he suddenly envious of the people who got to experience your joy? 

In his defense, he liked you way before you were even captain. It was probably since the day he first saw you try for the teams and he thinks it was fate that he got to stumble onto you that one sunny afternoon. 

You were nervous for your trials and he was nervous from the way your hair prettily rested on your cheeks and made you almost glow in the sun. Yeah, he was convinced it was love at first sight.

Though he feels liking his best friend’s rival was…confusing. He didn’t know if he could take a side or if he should even question taking a side. 

“You pushed them on purpose Jiwoo!” Yeri yelled at her as she held you upright. You couldn’t even make out some of the words as you focused on the pain shooting up your ankle from the way it twisted. 

“We all saw it, stop acting like you did nothing!”

“Exactly, you have this weird hate boner for them since you couldn’t get your stupid captain title!” 

You were sure the first voice was Chaewon while the other was Yeri.

“Why are you all ganging up on me? It wasn’t on purpose! Ask-ask someone else as well!” Her voice got louder and louder as she finished her sentence. She didn’t expect people to take your side. Although her plan was just a little shove to keep you off balance as she got the ball in her hand, she did not expect you to twist your ankle completely. 

“It’s fine- just- just leave it. It was a mistake, I just-” Your words were cut off as you hissed out in pain again as you attempted to get up, only to tumble down again, luckily held up by Yeri and Chaewon.

They sat you down on the bench as they huddled around you in a panic. You pulled off your shoes, scrunching your nose from the smell but the pain quickly took your focus from that.

 “Hey! What’s going on?” You heard someone say as they entered, their voice familiar to you. Mingyu had come to pick up Jiwoo as usual, not knowing she left sneakily when they were focused on you, when he saw everyone huddled together, confused when he couldn’t see you amongst the first few he saw. 

He didn’t need to peek over due to his well…giant form, but he saw you sat down in the middle as he got closer, caressing your leg. His eyes widened when he saw your ankle swollen up and an angry red shade that was definitely not natural.

“Shit that looks bad.” You looked up and you swore you thought you were hallucinating. Because no way was Kim Mingyu out of everyone looking at you with nothing but worry and concern. He still looked…good. As always. Per usual. You think you got distracted from your pain for just a minute as you stared at him for a few seconds, him seemingly not noticing as he kept his eyes on your ankle.

“Blame your girlfriend.” Yeri scowled as she spitefully retorted, as Chaewon dug her elbow into her side to which she yelped and glared at her. 

“Girlfriend?” He turned his attention towards her, resembling a confused puppy as he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yeri.” You spoke up firmly before she could say anything, looking at her with a look that told her to keep her mouth shut,not wanting to make this a bigger scene than it already was. She sighed and rolled her eyes, ultimately not saying anything.

You moved your leg around for a bit, deciding you should give it a go again to stand up, and drag yourself to the infirmary. And when you did stand up, it seemed you really overestimated yourself or perhaps underestimated your injury because next thing you knew you lost balance again.

But lucky for you, instead of landing right on the wooden floors and having a blistered lip, you landed right on Kim Mingyu. It only occurred to you now just how much taller than you he was when his whole form almost engulfed you.

“Woah. Take it easy, you’ll get hurt more.” He had wrapped one hand on your waist while the other held your arm. You think his touch burnt you more than anything because you felt yourself begin to warm up. 

“How about I take you to the infirmary? Sorry I didn’t say it sooner, I was just confused on what Yeri said and-”

“It’s-uh-it’s fine- I’ll go by myself-”

“Are you crazy?! You can’t even stand!”

You blinked, taken aback by his words, even more so with just how concerned he seemed,his eyes glistening with it. 

Kim Mingyu was someone you thought you knew but apparently you did not because a few minutes later, you found yourself being piggy-backed by him to the infirmary as he was scolding you about taking better care of yourself. 

You tried to reason that Yeri and Chaewon would take you but they both were adamant on Mingyu taking you, while they would go and look for a certain someone ( You prayed they would not be kicked out of the team).

His grip on your thighs, his shampoo that you could smell, his shoulders that were just so…so broad you couldn’t even fully wrap your arms around them…just him felt so overwhelming. Your pain was long forgotten as you tried not to freak out over how you were currently feeling over him.

But with the way he seemed, the way he acted, was it wrong to assume that perhaps, there was a possibility these feelings weren’t so one-sided?

Well, only one way to find out. 

₊˚⊹⋆ | vernon.

They say people shine their best when they are in their element doing what they love. But to you, Chwe Vernon shone even in the dimmest lights as he sat down in front of you.

It was just a few minutes before their gig. Him and his friends ; Jungkook, Mingyu and Eunwoo from what you remember, were all a part of an upcoming rock band. They were actually gaining more fame as time passed and you were proud to be one of the few who witnessed their growth from the beginning. 

They began from your small bar right in the downtown area where you worked as a bartender, you remembered their first performance, you were told it was their first gig actually. Now they are close to being signed up by a company, still wanting to perform one last time at the place where it all began. 

To you, he was the boy you’d always admire from afar, knowing there was no actual probability of him seeing you in that light. Even now, considering their gaining fame, you’d see the type of people that would swoon over him, even a few celebrities and models you remember. 

He was…a star. Far away and admirable but never in your reach. And stars are better to admire than seek anyways.

Though, it seemed your star wasn’t that far away from you as you thought. In fact he was much closer to you than you could even comprehend. 

In other words, Chwe Vernon was head over heels from you. Since the first time he performed and spotted you when you were busy serving drinks, since the time you told him how great they performed as he sat down in front of you while you talked about what interested you, your eyes gleaming under the dim bar light. And he thinks it was very much obvious what felt when he saw your wide grin, dimples poking out as you finally served him his drink. 

Whisky wasn’t something he liked, but you had recommended a certain combination with it and he thinks nothing else tasted sweeter that day. 

Sadly everyone around you but you saw that. Too focused on how you weren’t ever going to be a possibility because you thought he was just unattainable instead of thinking of the probability of just how much he may have liked you. 

“Nervous?” You smiled at him as you finished setting up the remaining glasses for the night, ready to serve knowing it would be a very busier night than usual due to them performing. 

Yes, yes he was nervous but not because of performing but because he was about to confess. 

“Haha- yeah- no! I mean uhm no- we’re- we’ll be fine.” He wanted to cuss at himself for stuttering, probably looking foolish, but he thought it was fine when he heard your giggle as you shook your head. 

“Oh you are. You’re already the best and I assume and hope it’ll only get better from now on.”

With you. It would get better with you because anything feels better with you. 

He wishes he could say it out loud, but maybe soon enough. That is if you don’t reject him. Yeah he doesn’t know what he’ll do if you do. Throw up probably. Or die. Dying seems good actually, he thinks. 

“Vernon? Here.” He snapped out of his thoughts as he blinked, looking down at the drink in front of him, confused because he didn’t order anything.

“On the house, from me. It’s my favorite drink actually. I-uh hope you like it.” He thinks even if you served him garbage he’d still be delighted, extreme but meh it was close to how he fell for you. Extreme and down bad.

“Oh then I’ll love it for sure.” Because I love you. 

Your grin grew wider as you were about to say something, you heard your name being called by your co-worker.

“Oh- I’m sorry I have to go now! I’ll be here when you perform for sure! Good luck!” 

“It’s okay, you’ll be here afterward.” 

You looked at him apologetically as he shook his head, knowing you were just doing your job and nodding to you to go, to which you waved goodbye at him. 

Perhaps you really underestimated your own words because apparently you couldn’t make it there. You were called by your mother who had gotten sick at home and needed someone to take care of her. 

You thought about whether you should inform Vernon but figured it wouldn’t be too much of a big deal, telling your co-worker to let him know in case he asked afterwards but you doubt he would, probably exhausted after the long night. You forgot your co-worker was switching shifts mid-way with another one, one who would obviously not know your whereabouts. 

And now as he got ready to sing the song he’d written for you, for you with very obvious lyrics about you, the moments with you, he searched for you but…you were nowhere. 

You weren’t there. 

Did you find out? Did you know? Did you think it was too much? 

All the questions arose in his mind as he shut his eyes and breathed in to calm himself. He couldn’t lose his cool on stage when there were so many fans waiting for him to perform.

He looked at his bandmates, and shook his head, not wanting to look at them again as they looked at him sympathetically.

“That’s it for tonight! We hope you continue supporting us in the future! Have a goodnight Seoul!” 

He said and this time as he felt anything but content, his heart heavier than ever and mind in a haze. 

Maybe in this lifetime, you’d both remain two separate stars. Far and never-crossing. 

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you call the shots, babe—i just wanna be yours - jinx x fem!reader

was it really hatred that kept the two of you away? or was it something else?

Jinx is…evidently annoyed.

It could be because she can’t find her house keys or maybe because of the fact you just blew up your paired project.

You stood beside her, drenched from the pouring rain after the two of you ran away from the explosion, not wanting to get detention this late in the school year. For a while, the only thing accompanying your occasional sighs is the jingle of her keys and the downpour against the roof. It wasn’t until the click of a door opening graced your senses.

“Oh, thank God.” You didn’t mean for it to escape your thoughts but the wind is getting unbearably cold and the last thing you want is to die from hypothermia. Your companion scoffed, “Yeah, whatever praise me later.” She remarked, pushing the door forcefully, her annoyance evident. She clicked on the lights, illuminating the unusually cozy apartment of hers. It’s uncharacteristically clean and cozy and so unlike Jinx.

The sound of her keys hitting a nearby table halted your sightseeing moment. You faked a cough, running a hand through your dampened hair, “Look, Jinx…I really am sorry—” Your words were cut off when a clean towel hit your face from none other than the blue-haired girl who only smirked at your face, “Save it for later, toots. Dry off.” She darted a glance at the door behind you, presumably the bathroom.

You nodded, awkwardly retreating to the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief after closing it.

‘Oh my god…this is so awkward.’

Everything has been awkward since the beginning, anyway. You get paired up with somebody you dislike, you blow up your project, and now you embarrassingly follow her to her house. It couldn't get any more awkward than that, hopefully.

Despite the sound of the shower drowning everything out, you can hear some clatter outside. It could be anything. Or it could also be Jinx plotting to kill you or whatever. You did, in fact, ruin your two’s project. It seems justified.

If only your car’s tires weren’t punctured, you wouldn't stay the night here. But this is way better than walking in the rain and potentially missing a week of coursework.

Leaving the shower and being greeted by the harsh air-conditioned living room felt like a nightmare. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe during a thunderstorm doesn't sound like a good idea but what choice do you have anyway?

You walked your way to where the TV noises were coming from and saw Jinx sitting on the couch, unfazed by your presence. Or rather, not noticing your presence with how fixated she is on the cartoons playing on the screen.

You let out a cough, causing her to dart her eyes toward you. Her face is still a scowl and all you can do is smile awkwardly, “You know…this is usually the part where you ask me if I want to eat.” Jinx let out a scoff, “Oh, sure, princess. How about I do your laundry for you too? Dream on, doll. Kitchen's that way, help yourself.” She replied before once again returning her sight to the screen in front of her, deeming it more significant than your presence.

You walked in front of her, blocking her view of the show, “Hey! Move it, blockhead! It’s the best part now!” Your crossed your arms as she let out a huff and plopped on her couch, “What the hell do you want this time? I already told ya, I am not cooking.”

You rolled your eyes, “I am trying to apologize. And for the record, I was making a joke earlier.” You replied which she only snickered on, “You’re bad at jokes, almost as bad as our grades the moment this semester ends!”

You groaned, “That’s exactly why I’m apologizing! Maybe if you didn’t put a feature for the bot to blow up, everything would be fine now!” You countered, the image of the robot the two of you built exploding still vivid in your mind. In your defense, you thought the button would only cause the robot to do basic functions, not blow up and completely damage a wall.

She rolled her eyes before pulling you down to her level, “Listen up, doll. Maybe if you stopped pressing all the wrong buttons, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.” She smirked, observing the way you stammered with whatever you’re gonna say with how close she was.

‘She’s so close…’

You removed your wrist from her grip, “I fucking hate you.”

Jinx only snickered, “Likewise.”

-

The night went on with silence other than the occasional crunch of the chips that Jinx had been eating and the noises from the glowing screen in front of the two of you.

Frankly, you want to sleep and you could only hope for Jinx to feel an ounce of drowsiness, too, not wanting to be presumptuous and open whatever door there is expecting a guest room on the other side of it. Otherwise, you’re gonna be sleeping uncomfortably the whole night on her couch.

You could ask her where the guest room is, sure. But after that banter? You’d rather not speak. After all, this is only a night of being this near her.

3 minutes...

5 minutes…

‘Oh my gods…I wanna sleep so bad…’

10 minutes have passed and between your occasional passing out, you heard Jinx stand up and turn off whatever she was watching. Still, drowsy, you scrambled to get up, silently following her to wherever she was going.

She abruptly stopped in front of an open bedroom, making you bump against her. You mumbled an ‘ow’ before looking at the girl who seemed to be confused as to why you were following her.

“What?” You asked, still rubbing your forehead from the impact. She tilted her head, “Why are you tailing me to my room, huh?” She asked. You laughed, “Good joke, Jinx. I know a guestroom when I see one.” You walked inside the bedroom, a hint of surprise at how messy it looked, “You surely don’t clean your guest bedroom, huh.”

Jinx scoffed, “That’s because this is my room, genius. So why don’t you get out and go back to that little couch of yours, hm?” She gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, annoyed at the sight of you in between the clutter of her room.

You gasped, almost too dramatically, “You want me to spend the rest of the night sleeping on the couch? Hell no!” You crossed your arms, persistent in standing your ground, “You can’t even offer your guest a bed? And here I thought you could get any worse!”

Jinx chuckled before walking towards you, “Well, I give my guests a bed sometimes, too…y’know. I’m not that cruel.” She replied, reveling in the way your brows furrowed, “Then give me a bed. I need a rest you psycho.”

“I only give them a bed if I spend a little alcohol with them and we end up on my bed, genius. And…” She eyed you, a smirk on her face, “You’re not my type.”

‘Oh.’

You immediately turned your back to her, retreating to wherever you dozed off earlier, “I’ll sleep on the couch. Enjoy your…uhm…bed or whatever.”

You can hear her laugh at the way you got flustered. You even heard her say a mocking ‘goodnight’ before her door closed. Good, now this is the part where you suffer.

You sighed, sitting on the couch. You had better sleep in campings than this. Not to mention how cold it is. Yep, this is it. This is where you probably die from hypothermia.

-

You don’t remember how long you’ve been asleep but you were awoken by somebody shaking you awake, “Hey, doll. Get up. Why do you sleep like a fucking cat?” You groaned, stretching as you sat up.

You saw Jinx standing in front of you, her hair unbraided. You almost didn’t even recognize her, “Get up. You’re getting the bed.” You chuckled, the drowsiness not leaving you, “I am not sleeping with you, idiot.”

The blue-haired girl groaned before pulling you up and pulling you to her room, “Well, neither do I, genius. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

You sat on her bed, staring at her as she prepared her pillows and blankets. In a way, you felt bad. You’re not entirely heartless either. You sighed, “Jinx, I get it. I was a bitch. You don’t need to do all that to make me feel guilty.”

Jinx rolled her eyes, “Wow, toots. Am I really that bad? Maybe I just want to help out your sorry ass. I’m not really in the mood for seeing someone freeze to death in my living room.”

“Thanks.” You replied, still feeling a tinge of guilt.

“Yeah, you better be.”

You fell silent for a while. The only sound was the rain and the occasional thunder that still surprised you. You can hear Jinx chuckle every time she notices you flinch. The latter was silent the whole time except for the occasional remarks of how you’re such a scaredy cat. She seemed to be focusing on brushing out the tangles that her braids left behind on her hair. When you actually see her like this, not when fighting someone, or causing some trouble…you can say she’s pretty.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

You averted her gaze, focusing on something else but her. You cleared your throat, “What? No.” You replied. It was a lie. And you’ve always been terrible at it.

She giggled, “Awh…come on, doll. It wouldn't hurt to admit.” You heard her move and in a second, she made you look at her. Instead of her usual harsh grips, this one’s gentler in comparison, “You are terrible at lying, you know that, right?”

She’s right. You can’t really deny it at this point. With Jinx in close proximity like this, you can smell that minty perfume she’s wearing. Her pink eyes seemed to taunt you every second. And those lips of hers that formed her signature smirk. You hate to admit it but yeah, she is pretty.

“Do you get a little kick when I admit you’re pretty?” You replied, taking her hand that continued to rest on your chin. She hummed, leaning closer, “You are insufferable, y’know that?”

‘Why is she so close…’

You fear that she could hear your heart beating with how loud it’s been booming in your ears, “You’ve called me that many times now, Jinx. Pick a better insult.” She only laughed, maintaining that short and absolutely tempting distance between the two of you, “Well, have I called you pretty before, genius?”

You scoffed, masking down the way she made you flustered with just that, “Taking a liking on me now?” She hummed, brushing the piece of your hair that fell, “And what if I do? You gonna do anything about that, doll?”

Wait…what?

You let out a nervous chuckle, confusion was evident in your eyes which she seemed to notice, “You’re pretty and snarky, and a bitch. It’s honestly not hard to notice you.” Oh god…this is definitely a dream, isn’t it?

But no. No matter how many times you inwardly screamed at yourself to wake up, you’re still here. Inches away from Jinx, her eyes burning holes through you. You wanted to say something, anything at all, “I…I think you’re pretty, too.”

‘What the actual fuck was that?’ You thought, mentally facepalming at how much of an embarrassment you are. Jinx giggled, “Oh really?”

You sighed. There’s really no going back to this, huh?

“Well…yeah. I only really ever hated you because of how much you piss me off when you steal my chance to answer in recitations.” It was an embarrassing reason to hate someone, you admit that. But it really did piss you off for quite a long time, “And bout the bitchy part I’m sorry…I really didn’t mean to come off like that.”

Jinx laughed, sitting beside you, “Okay, okay! Calm down genius.”

You sighed, “And also about the project, oh my god, I really am sorry I shouldn't have pressed any random buttons knowing you’re so much better than me at those things. Really, if I had a car I wouldn't burden you by staying in your house but I have no choice, and I—”

Her kiss was enough to shut you up.

You were surprised, of course you are. It’s not every day that you get kissed by Jinx, the person you absolutely used to hate, on her bed, on a rainy night.

It’s shocking but it’s not reason for you to return the kiss, too. Maybe, in a way, you’ve been vying to know what her lips felt like against yours.

It wasn’t long until your blue-haired companion broke the kiss, “Would you still kiss me if I told you I’m the one that slashed your tires?”

Her laughter is contrasted by your shock. But in a while, you just sighed. Yeah, it did make sense that she’s the one who did it. You just laughed before pulling her close, “Fuck yeah I would.”

-

The next morning, Jinx woke up alone. Typically, she’d immediately think that whoever was in her bed last night was rude enough to not even say goodbye. However, the smell of freshly cooked bacon reaching her room debunked that thought of hers.

She groaned, stretching out the remaining tiredness and drowsiness, “Fuck…what time is it.” Her hands reached out to the bedside table, expecting her phone but her hands caught on a paper instead.

‘Hey, idiot! I left early for class, and I made sure to make you breakfast. See ya later <3’

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.The Rabbit and The Wolf

Bad date and confessions

You’re still trying to get your not a date but a date with Iruka out of your head when you get some information that sends you into a spiral.

MDNI. MATURE CONTENT.

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OBN: okay so i realized that i uploaded chapter 4 twice so here's chp 5, it's a lil shorter than the regular chapters cause i cut the original into 2. hehe. mwah!

All night long Kakashi’s face plagued your dreams, tossing and turning with the thoughts of him. As you awake, if you could even call it that since you didn’t even sleep, you realize you’re covered in sweat and your bonnet has escaped you in the night.

“Fuck” You groan attempting to pull yourself from the entrapment of your sheets. It was a long day before it even began, dragging yourself to the bathroom to get a good look at yourself. Yeah, you looked exactly like how you felt. Like shit. Hopefully, a shower will fix you up a bit; the steaming hot water should put some life back into you.

After your shower, you hadn’t even realized that you were already running behind, you would have to go visit your sister after training or you would be late. Barley putting yourself together, you hurry to the training grounds, but you are still late to your standards especially since Sasuke was already there.

“You look terrible” He comments, noticing you as you walk up.

“Thanks, didn’t notice.” You say pushing your palm into his forehead for his rudeness.

“Must have been one hell of a date.”

You groan with an exaggerated roll of your eyes telling him to watch his mouth, “It wasn’t a date Sasu, first of all. Second, where is your respect for your sensei and her personal life?”

“I’ve known you for too long for that to matter,” he says casually which makes you roll your eyes even harder as you give your body the stretch that he needed. Unfortunately, he was right, he was like a little brother to you, and just like a little brother, he was annoying.

“Are you seeing him again?” His question throws you off guard. He wasn’t one to usually ask these kinds of questions.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you nosy today? I mean, Yeah, we are friends. We will see each other when ya know we all hang or whatever.” You respond with a shrug of your shoulders.

“So, it didn’t go well.” He comments chuckling to himself. You flick him right in the forehead this time.

“Please stop” You groan putting your face into your hands. The last thing you wanted was more reminders of last night.

Eventually, the rest of the team shows up, well besides Kakashi of course, and they immediately both start pestering you about last night. The vein in your head would explode at any moment if they wouldn’t stop bothering you about it, so you made them a deal. If they could land a hit on you before Kakashi showed up, you would tell them about your night. You assumed it was going to be easy, except the training that you had been putting them through was having them show actual improvements. There were movements that you could feel they may have to take them with some type of seriousness.

“Well better luck next time, kids” You chuckle taking a place beside Kakashi as soon as he decides to arrive, “Took you long enough.” You elbow him in his side.

“I was actually late for a reason today. We have a mission.” He states holding up a scroll in his hand. “We just must deliver this, simple enough. But there is a festival happening in the village we are going to so I thought it would be nice. A reward for all the hard work.”

Naruto and Sakura celebrate, of course, while you look at the man confused. You place your hand on the side of his face to check for warmth.

“You sick? Who are you and what have you done with Kakashi?” You question as you’re still trying to gauge his temperature. He swats your hand away. You have never known this man to do anything easy.

“Yes, I’m fine. There's nothing wrong with taking things easy for once.” He remarks casually.

“Hmmn, well y’all have fun with that.”

“Oh. You’re coming on this mission too.”

“Me?” You question and you can see him smirking under his mask.

“Yes, you.” He responds, bringing even more joy out of Naruto. “We can discuss the details of the mission. Everyone else go get ready, it’ll be a three-day trip.” He dismisses the kids, and you stand there knowing that there must be something else going on for you to also have to go.

“So, what’s the actual mission?” You ask him once the kids leave.

“Your favorite, a little recon, a little stealing intel.”

A huge grin spreads across your face. These were your favorite missions, and they were always your favorite with Kakashi because there would always end up being some type of bet involved between the two of you.

“Oh, this is going to be fun. Just like old times. I knew you weren’t getting soft on me” You playfully pushed him.

“There really is a festival and I do want the kids to enjoy themselves, that wasn’t a lie.”

“Awh you are getting soft on me in your old age.” You laugh at him while he just rolls his eye, and you stick your tongue back out at him in return. You were really excited for this. Back to what you were good at, what you loved. Maybe get to fight a bit, hopefully. You haven’t gotten your hands dirty in so long.

The two of you go your separate ways and you head to see your sister since you didn’t get to see her that morning.

The first thing out of her mouth when she sees you is about your ‘NOT’ date, which makes you immediately groan before you fill her in on everything that happened. By the time you were done, your sister was laughing her ass off at the whole ordeal.

“It’s honestly not that funny.” You grumble crossing your arms. Your sister was laughing so hard it was bringing tears to her eyes, which she wiped away before settling down.

“It actually is considering you didn’t view it as a date at all and then he had such confidence to kiss you. It’s hilarious.”

At the very least, you were glad to bring a smile to her face even if it was at your expense. She was looking better and healthier, she even was feeling better according to her. Maybe she would be able to leave soon, you hoped.

“Anyways,” You start, making her lay back down “I actually have a mission to go on tomorrow with Team 7.”

“They’re sending those kids on such a dangerous mission it requires you to go?” She questions, a bit concerned.

“Nah, it's mainly a mission for me and Kakashi, they’re just coming with us because the old softy wants them to go to this festival.”

“Awh, he really is a sweet man” She compliments, and you snort.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It should be a fun easy mission though.”

“Good, I know you're ready to get back out instead of babysitting your big sister.”

“Don’t be silly, you always come before anything. You and me.” Your hand reaches out to hers, grasping her small fingers gently.

“You and me” She repeats back to you, using her other hand to pat yours, “I know.” Her smile is soft and gentle.

The two of you talked casually after that, about random things and whatnot until you had to leave. As you leave the hospital, you run into Kakashi.

“How’s she doing?” He asks as a greeting.

A smile sets on your features, your eyes softening with the thought of her “She’s doing really good actually, a lot better. I really think she could make it through this. Ya know, unlike our mom.” The smile on your face, wavering a bit.

“Well, she’s strong like you so I know she’ll be fine,” he says attempting to calm your thoughts, it’s as if he can hear the worried voice in the back of your head.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You say, pausing to look at him, realizing you had never thanked him for looking after your sister while you were away. “Uhm, thanks by the way.”

He looked down at you confused, “For what?”

“Ya know, checking on my sister and everything while I was off on all those missions.” You say avoiding his gaze.

“Of course, the both of you mean a lot to me, “he says so casually as if that didn’t make you stop breathing for a second.

‘The both of you’.

If you meant so much to him, why did he leave you alone after your night together and then immediately avoid you? If you were going on this mission with him, you would have to ask him. It had been hanging in your thoughts for too long.

“Thanks anyways. Can we walk and talk?” You ask nervously, not knowing how you would be able to approach this.

“Uh, sure.” He says and you immediately turn and start walking in the direction of your house feet moving automatically. “What did you want to talk about?” Your behavior was confusing him because you’re not one to act so nervous, hands fumbling with a shruniken with your lips pursed in thought.

“I was just thinking” You start not knowing where to really go with the conversation. He can tell there is really something on your mind so he’s patient and allows you to get your thoughts together.

“Ya know this is our first mission together since before my sister's wedding.”

“It is” he commented, assuming where this conversation was going. He just thought you were going to let it go by the way you had been acting previously.

“And then my sister's wedding happened.” You continue, even though you brought up the topic it was as if you were avoiding the main point.

“it did” His gaze follows down to your face as you steel your nerves to proceed.

“And then what happened after.”

“And then what happened after.” He repeated back to you, making you stop in your tracks to face him. You finally look up to meet his gaze on you. His expression is unreadable, but you knew you had to continue regardless of your hesitations. What were you supposed to be afraid of?

“Why did you leave and then disappear on me?” You ask, looking him dead in the face hoping your voice sounded stronger than you felt. There was a long silence between the two of you. His face is still unreadable, and you hoped he couldn’t see the small panic you were feeling. Luckily for you, your expression was as unreadable as his to him. Eventually, he’s the first one to break eye contact with a sigh.

“Because afterward, I realized I was in love with my best friend,” he confessed, lifting his head back up to hold your gaze once again.

 It felt like your brain stopped working for a second. The gears in your head are completely unmoving.

“I’m sorry. What?” You ask, as your brain finally comes back online.

“I said,” He took a step forward, taking your face into his hand. The rough pads of his fingers move along your cheek. “That night I realized I was in love with you. That I had been in love with you for so long. And that terrified me because I didn’t want to lose you.”

You just stare up at him, eyes big as saucers blinking.

“You were in love with me?” You ask barely above a whisper. This was not what you expected.

“I am in love with you.” He corrected. ‘Am’ present tense.

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[cassafrassie]

I joined this fandom 10 years too late and there's rarely new fics being posted so I guess it's up to me now!

Dipper makes a little oopsie when texing Pacifica late at night.

Also available on AO3.

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He could blame it on the fact that it’s after 2 A.M. and he was up at 5 A.M. for Varsity Swim practice this morning. He could just say it was an accident, pure and simple, like when little kids call their teachers “mom.” He could say he meant to text it to his cousin in Phoenix (he doesn’t have one, but she doesn’t know that). He could claim that Mabel must have been messing with the auto-correct features on his phone again; some sort of mean prank. Hell, he could say it was Mabel who had typed it out in the first place.

None of these thoughts occur to Dipper Pines in this moment. In this moment, the only thought repeating through his head is:

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

He sits and stares at the offending text. The bright blue bubble surrounding it confirms that yes, he actually sent those words.

Goodnight, love you. 

He watches in frozen horror as the “delivered” text below it transforms into “Read: 2:23 AM.”

Fuuuuuuuuck.

Snapping out of it in an instant, his thumbs feverishly begin tapping out an apology. He stops, erases what he wrote. This isn’t really something you apologize for, right? Would that be weirder than leaving it be? She’s his best friend. She knows he loves her, at least she knows he loves her platonically , and calling it out might draw more unnecessary attention. 

But then, he’s definitely never said those words before. 

Yeah, this is new. It’s weird. He needs to say something.

He starts again, tapping in some bogus message about how life is short and tomorrow is never promised, and hey why not tell your friends you love them? This line of thought is pretty out of character for him, so he blames it on some sappy coming-of-age movie that Mabel was watching the other night. And hey maybe it was kind of saccharine but there’s some truth in all art, right? 

She will totally call bullshit. He erases this too. 

He starts tapping out a simple “ I didn’t mean to send that ” but that’s no good either because he doesn’t want her to think he doesn’t care for her. He just doesn’t want her to know that he’s desperately in love with her, that he thinks about her every night before bed, about how he turns bright red any time his mom innocently asks how she is, or that he printed out that photo of them at the lake last summer and has it taped in his locker at school. 

(“Who is THAT?” his lab partner Tyler once asked, and he just smiled in response. Nothing wrong with letting people think he has a super hot out-of-town girlfriend; he can’t help it if rumors circulate. 

They don’t, but it was worth a shot.)

He’s broken out of his reverie by the appearance of three little blinking dots appearing on his screen. He swallows. 

Pacifica: You know I can see each time you start your message over again, right? 

Dipper feels his cheeks warm. He braces himself and slowly taps out an answer.

Dipper: Yeah, sorry. Overthinking I guess.

Pacifica: You? Never.

Relief floods him. She’s teasing him, this is normal.

Dipper: I know, right? Better call the feds and alert the media.

Pacifica: I’ll start working on the press release.

Dipper: Maybe I can give Toby an exclusive interview. 

This is good, he thinks. They can just banter a bit, and he’ll guide the conversation to another topic and then they can say goodnight again ( sans accidental love confession ) and he’ll push this little slip to the recesses of his brain where he stores every other embarrassing memory. It will live blissfully ignored next to memories of the lamby lamby dance and the time Mabel accidentally uploaded an episode of Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained to the school server instead of her AV assignment.

Pacifica: So…

Well, shit . Nevermind . 

Dipper: So…

Pacifica: What exactly were you overthinking just now?

Dipper: I mean, I think you know. 

Pacifica: I’d like to know we’re on the same page though. 

Dipper snorts. They haven’t been on the same page about this particular topic since the night he realized just how delectable the smell of champagne and flowers could be, or since the afternoon she entrusted him with her deepest insecurities, and he realized she was one of the most courageous girls he knew.

He smiles grimly as he types his response. Be brave, man. 

Dipper: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to type that. I know that’s not something we say… not in the way that Mabel and I do, or even Mabel and you do. Sorry if I made you feel weird.

Brave-ish, anyway. 

Pacifica: So it was an accident then?

He frowns. Was he not clear?

Dipper: Well, I mean yeah. 

Her response takes a long time to come in, and he wonders momentarily if she’s fallen asleep. 

Pacifica: Okay, I understand. 

Wait, what?  Is she… disappointed? No, no that doesn’t make sense. She must just be offended, she thinks he doesn’t care about her at all. 

Dipper: No I mean, I do feel like that. Like obviously you mean a lot to me, and that is a real feeling I have. But I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Since you know, I’m a guy and normally when a guy says that to a girl it means something else. 

That’s better, he thinks, satisfied with himself. Why didn’t he just say this in the first place?

Pacifica: I get it, Dipper.

What the…?

His blood pressure is rising and he feels a jumpy anxiety course through him. Fix it, fix it now his brain screams. 

His finger is tapping the tiny photo of her at the top of their thread and jabbing call before his brain manages to catch up.

She picks up on the first ring. 

“Hello?” answers a small, sniffly voice. 

“Paz? What’s wrong? I’m sorry. What did I do?” 

He hears a quiet chuckle muffled by another sniffle.

“You’re apologizing without even knowing what you did?” she teases lightly, voice still shaky.

“Yes,” Dipper responds without hesitation, not seeing her point.

“You don’t need to apologize, Dip. You didn’t do anything wrong,” she sighs.

“I don’t understand, Paz. Why are you crying?” 

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Paz, I’m going to worry. You’re upset and it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine,” she says quietly, so unlike herself. 

Dipper’s head is still swimming, looking for answers. The emotional whiplash he’s gone through in the last ten minutes isn’t helping. 

“Can we talk about it?” he ventures, keeping his voice low. In his urgency to call her he forgot that everyone else in his house is asleep. The last thing he needs is his dad walking in on this conversation and ushering him to bed.

Pacifica is quiet for a few long seconds, but eventually he hears a soft “okay.”

He stays quiet, giving her space to pull together her thoughts.

“I… liked what you said earlier. When you said goodnight. It felt nice. And I guess it made me sad to find out you didn’t mean to say it.” 

Well now you’ve gone and done it. Idiot , he thinks at himself. 

He takes a deep breath, decides to edge a little closer to honesty. 

“I’m… really glad it made you happy. It’s… true. I do…feel that,” he says carefully, not having the courage to repeat the forbidden L-word . “You mean the world to me,” he adds, hoping it will be a bit of a balm to his earlier fumble. 

She sniffles again, but it’s not quite as wet as her earlier sniffs.

He continues, slowly, deciding to edge one more toe a bit closer to the truth. Under no circumstances is he about to confess his undying and likely unrequited romantic love, but he can make her feel better.

“I don’t think you know how much you mean to me,” he adds.

“That’s probably true…”

He puzzles at her response, chewing on his bottom lip. Before he can reply, she continues. 

“That’s why I’m sad. I don’t… know, really , how much I mean to you. In…” there’s a long pause. “In what way.” 

His heart leaps into his throat, hopefully. Could she…? No…

“Oh,” is all he manages to say.

“I wish I did,” she says bluntly.

There’s no avoiding what she’s hinting at. Hell, she’s not even really hinting. He’s so close to telling her, telling her all of it, but there’s that one small, mean voice in his head telling him that she could never return his feelings, that she just wants to clear the air because it’s become so obvious that he’s crazy about her, and she wants to let him down easy so they can go on being friends…

But she keeps talking, interrupting the small, mean voice.

“I want you to know how I feel, too,” she says, a bit more of her usual confidence finding its way back into her tone. Dipper senses that she’s made up her mind about something.  

The only thought present in his mind now is that he’s about to either be the happiest he’s ever been, or have his heart shattered into a million pieces. 

“But can we talk about it in person?” she asks. 

He chokes.

“Yeah, yeah of course, that’s fine,” he lies. 

It absolutely is not fine , his heart wails. He won’t be in Gravity Falls for another two months. How on earth is he going to wait two months to hear the answer to the question that’s been on his mind for the last four years? 

“Can you… ugh this is embarrassing–” she starts.

“What?” He interjects. “Whatever you want, it’s done.”

He winces. Ugh, he’s such a goner.

But he thinks he can hear a smile in her response, which calms him a little. “Could you tell me some things you like about me, in the meantime?” she asks. “I’m… uh… feeling a little vulnerable right now.”

“Oh… yeah, yeah of course.”

He thinks for a beat, cataloging the thousands of images, feelings, and memories currently flooding his mind. 

“Well just to get it out of the way first because it’s incredibly obvious, you’re gorgeous. But you don’t need to hear that from me.”

“But I like hearing it from you. I like hearing… you say that,” she repeats, with emphasis.

He’d have to be pretty thick to not catch her meaning there, and Dipper may be many things but he’s not a complete idiot. 

Emboldened, he goes on.

“Alright, well, you’re stunning. Like, the way your eyes match the sky, and when the sunlight hits your hair and it just kind of shimmers.” He makes a waving motion with his fingers even though she can’t see it. “And when you smile, I swear it makes everything brighter. Whenever one of my friends down here sees your photo…” He almost tells her about the locker photo, but decides against it. No need to out himself as a total creep just yet. “They’re always just like, shocked, that I even know someone like you.” 

Pacifica giggles. “Okay, okay, I get it. You think I’m pretty.”

“It’s not just that though,” he adds quickly. “The way you stand up to your parents– and I know you can’t go full-on rebel-mode– but you do it in your own subtle ways, and I just want you to know that I see that, and I think it’s amazing. You’re brave; you always have my back when we’re exploring. You’re hilarious, even if half of your jokes are at my expense… I don’t mind it. Because they’re usually true. And I like that you’re paying attention to me. I like being seen by you, too.” He swallows. “I’m happy when I’m around you. Even if you’re driving me up a wall. It… it feels good.”  

His honesty, rather than feeding his insecurities, has him feeling bold.

“I like it when we’re together. I think we’re good together,” he finishes. 

And it sort of feels like he just took a flying leap off a cliff. 

“I think we’re good together too,” she says. 

And it’s also like landing in a soft, warm, solid bed. 

“Okay,” she starts. “Okay, I feel better. Thank you, Dipper.” He hears her sigh contentedly. “I can let you go now; I know you’ve had a long day.”

But he’s still feeling brave. And he’s not really used to the feeling when it comes to this, so he doesn’t want to let it go to waste.

“Hey, not so fast, missy,” he says, keeping his voice playful. “I can’t let you go to bed hearing all those sweet nothings without getting some for myself.”

She giggles, and his heart soars.

“Okay, mister,” she teases back. “Fair is fair.”

“Feel free to start with my devastatingly handsome features, too. Rogue-ish good looks. All that.”

She giggles again and ugh he’s going to get addicted to the oxytocin that floods his brain at the sound. Oh, who the hell is he kidding? He has been for a long time. 

“Okay well, yes, you do have a certain inherent charm that is somewhat related to your cute, cocky smile, I suppose…” Dipper feels himself grin involuntarily. “But what I like most about you, devastatingly roguish features aside, is your character. How you care about right and wrong. How you challenge me to be better, but never make me feel judged. How curious you are about the world around us, and how you help me learn new things, too. How you love your family, and stop at nothing to protect them… and me. You make me feel safe. And I just… I admire you.”

“Paz, I don’t want to wait until June for–” He almost says “for this” but realizes they haven’t exactly called a spade a spade yet, and he wants to keep up the charade they both know they are playing until they are face-to-face. “--to talk about this.”

“...what are you doing Saturday?”

“This Saturday?” he asks, surprised. 

She hums in confirmation. 

“Uh… well, nothing. Some people were going to the movies, but that– that’s so not important.”

“Well, there’s… this little city off the five, near Mount Shasta, it'd be about a three hour drive for each of us. We could both leave early… have a late breakfast together… it looks like there’s this arboretum that could be cool, or maybe just walk along the river…”

“Wow, you know a lot about this particular town, Paz,” Dipper teases.

“I’ve never been, but… I might’ve done some research into the area…” she admits, and he thinks he can hear a shy smile breaking through in her voice. 

“Sounds like a date.” And he grins at his own cleverness, at the double meaning. 

“Yeah,” she laughs. “I guess it is.”

“I’ll see you Saturday, then,” he says, and the butterflies in his stomach somersault happily. 

“See you then,” she replies, and he knows he can hear her own grin now. “Goodnight, Dipper.”

“Goodnight, Pacifica.” He pauses. Fuck it. “Love you.” 

“I love you too.”

Dipper lets the phone drop on his chest as he falls backwards onto his bed, dopey smile plastered to his face and pleasant warmth coursing through his body. 

He starts thinking of all the ways he can tell and show her just what she means to him– just as soon as she’s in his arms. And as these pleasant thoughts slowly shift into dreams, he gives in to sleep with an unburdened mind and full heart.

[tonixe]

"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

[sturn1olo-ffics]

- INTO IT -

pt. 1 | pt. 2

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: pining???, use of y/n, maybe swearing, pretty sure that’s it for right now in part 1

- About: Reader goes on a trip to Florida with Chris, Madi, Matt, Laura, and Nick while trying to hide her feelings for Chris, but soon fails when they get alone.

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(Y/N’s POV):

Chris and I had been friends for about a year or so before I realized I had feelings for him. The realization came when I was hanging out with Nick, telling him all about my day with Chris. March. Matt and Nick had caught the flu, so I got Chris out of the house for the day so he wouldn’t be around them too much. “No bro I know. Then Chris’ shirt got caught on the fire alarm and thank GOD I noticed before he walked too far and it pulled it-“ I began with Nick staring at me. “Y/n.” He interrupted. “Huh?” I questioned, confused as to why Nick was all of a sudden serious. “‘Chris this… Chris that… Chris this… y/n you’re so obviously in love.” He laughed, mocking me. “I am not, we just had a lot of fun and I wanted to share, but no never mind.” I sassed back, turning to grab the door handle in his room. “Ok… well when you realize it, don’t come crying to me. Actually—do come crying to me, I wanna hear about your boy problems.” He said, looking down at his phone. That was the night I realized. As I drove home, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for having feelings for Chris. He was one of my best friends and I knew that if I messed our friendship up, it would mess up my friendships with Matt and Nick as well. I couldn’t risk it. So I never told him That is, until now. June. The weather was warm and the sun set late in the evening. Laura booked an AirBNB in Florida for a week. It was about halfway through our trip when Matt started to notice tension between Chris and I. “Y/n what the hell is up with you and Chris?” Matt questioned. “What?” I responded, obviously confused. “I see y’all staring at each other all the time and y’all haven’t been apart for more than like… an hour the whole trip.” He started. “I don’t know, I mean I don’t think anything’s going on?” I said, walking towards me and Madi’s room to get dressed for dinner. “Alright, just asking.” He responded, walking off to the boys’ room. I did my hair and makeup and decided on an outfit to wear for our dinner reservations Laura made. After everyone was dressed, we walked down to the restaurant, which was just outside of our condo, and sat down at the table. “Hey, we should go to the arcade after this. It’s just down the block.” Nick suggested eagerly. “Yeah that’s good with me, what about you y/n?” Chris looked to me. Matt gave me a knowing look as I answered. “Yeah! I need to go grab my portable charger from the room though, my phones at 2%. Anyone wanna come with?” I asked. Before anyone could answer, Chris jumped on the opportunity. “I gotchu.” Chris nudged my shoulder and Matt looked disgusted at the action, almost like he wanted to laugh. We finished eating and the rest of the group headed down toward the arcade while Chris and I headed toward the room.

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A/N: Hey y’all! I’m going to be writing a lot the next few days so lots of fics will be dropping. This was the one y’all wanted first according to the poll, so hopefully it lives up to expectations 😭 Love u baes Part 2 out immediately after this is uploaded - I had to break it into two because my laptop is broken so bad 😕

[cowboybeepboop]

Late Night Fantasy

“Princess, is this okay?” “That’s my good girl,”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x AFAB reader

Genre: romantic smut

Word count: 2066

Summary: An innocent sleepover turns to something less than innocent

Warnings: perv steve, perv steve as your bff, play fighting, not proof read, masturbating, just oral sex, sappy ending, lots of lovey-dovey nicknames

a/n: i see a lot of like Eddie being a perv as your best friend and I could not find much steve as a pervy best friend so in the same fashion as how this started (me writing smut), I’ll just do it myself. Also this literally took like 4 months to write and idk why. Since I’m on break I’ll hopefully be uploading more frequently <3

We’re just friends.

We're just friends.

We're just friends.

Steve repeats the same thing over and over again, barely being able to keep his mind off of you. It didn't help that you showed up on his doorstep in a soaked white t-shirt with a bright red bra underneath, it especially didn't help that he knew you were naked 50 feet away from him in his shower. It was almost like you did it on purpose. Like you knew he wouldn't be able to keep his thoughts pure.

For fucks sake. He runs a hand through his hair while slouching on his couch, he grabs the remote flipping through every channel until he finds some romance movie that he could cringe at. Because at least that would stunt his erection.

That was until you came into the living room, wearing his shirt and sweatpants, you smelled like him, you were wearing his clothes. Holy hell did he love this.

“Oh my god steve, I cant believe youre watching this without me.” you plop down next to him on the couch, drying your hair with the towel he gave you.

“Hm?” his eyes flicker to the screen, “Oh, yeah it was the only decent thing on.” he shrugs.

“Sure, sure.” you smirk, “I’m sure you were totally uninterested in seeing this hunk fall for his best friend who has been there all along, waiting for him to just notice her,” your tone is sarcastic and dramatic all at once.

“Y/N shut the fuck up,” he rolls his eyes and reaches for the remote.

“Wow Steve, no reason to resort to foul language,” you steal the remote from him, putting it on the other side of you.

“Give that back,” he furrows his eyebrows while crossing his arms over his chest.

“And what if I don't wanna?” you bat your eyelashes innocently and pout your lips. He leans over you grabbing the remote, you push him back, straddling his hips as you take it away. “Steveee, I’m watching this. Don’t be cruel,”

“I’ll let you watch it as long as you never whine again, you know I hate that shit.” you smile sweetly.

“I know,” you pat his cheek lightly, “it always makes you cave.” his hands rest on your hips, his body wants to grind them against his, but his brain is fighting every urge.

You shimmy off his lap, turning your attention back to the tv, Steve sits up and pulls your legs onto his lap.

“You'll be more comfortable laying down,” he nods, proud of his stupid excuse. You shrug it off fully laying down, his hands run up and down your legs.

Steve is driving himself insane. Why did he want your body on his, he knew it would give him a raging boner if your thigh was almost touching his dick, he felt like roaming his hands on your legs was taking advantage of you in some way.

God hes a fucking pervert and he knows it. He just doesn't care anymore.

Steve notices you sleeping, this makes him smile to himself. He turns off the tv and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his room. He lightly tosses you onto the bed, pulling the covers off so he can cover you up later, he pulls off the sweats you were wearing.

Harrington chews on his bottom lip softly as his thoughts run wild, on one hand he should probably deal with his boner before you wake up, but on the other hand youd probably freak the fuck out if you woke up alone in a bed you werent previously on.

“Baby,” Steve whispers into your ear as he pulls up the blanket, covering you up. You groan quietly and turn to face away from him, “Y/N,” he tries again.

“What is it,” you mumble, half asleep.

“I’m going to take a shower,” rolling over you look at him sleepily. “Okay?” Steve questions softly, nodding in response you pull the covers over your head.

“Don’t take too long, Stevie.” Harrington practically sprints to his bathroom, he turns the shower on and strips. As soon as he takes his boxers off his dick jumps straight up, he sighs running a hand through his hair whilst biting on his lower lip.

Around 5 minutes pass with you tossing and turning before you give up on trying to fall back asleep, sitting up you cross your arms over your chest yawning quietly. Soft groans fill the air causing you to perk up, looking in the direction that they’re coming from, you slow your breathing trying to stay as silent as possible.

Steve groans out your name and you hop out of the bed, knocking on the bathroom door, “Harrington, is everything alright?” shit, shit, shit. His thoughts run all over the place, he hisses silently while keeping his hand around his cock.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Steve swallows a moan as he pictures you on your knees in front of him, your pretty little lips wrapped around his dick, leaving lipstick rings on his flesh.

“I heard some groaning, and I thought I heard my name. Are you sure you’re alright?” your hand is wrapped around the golden doorknob as you press your ear into the door.

“Mhm, everything is 100% okay,” Steve tries to keep his voice as normal as possible, though it shakes a bit as his movements become sloppier.

“Can I come in? Just so we can talk or something. It’s too quiet in your room,” Harrington’s eyebrows furrow as he throws his head back against the tiles, warm water spilling all over his chest.

“Of course, Angel,” his voice is barely loud enough to hear over the running water. Nevertheless, you open the door and take a seat on the lid of the toilet. Even though you came inside with the disguise of having a conversation, the room stays silent other than the shower running.

“Could you hand me a towel?” Steve sighs quietly, he’ll just have to have blue balls until you fall back asleep and he can sneak away again. You squeeze your eyes shut as you open the shower curtain to hand him the towel. “What darlin? Not even gonna try to sneak a peek?”

“Steve, don’t even joke about that,” his eyes trail over your body. You turn your back to him, keeping your eyes on the wall. He wraps his arms around your back, flooding your senses with the smell of his body wash and shampoo.

“You’re getting my shirt wet,” you pull at his arms, trying to remove them from your waist.

“I can get other things wet too,” Steve whispers into your ear, chills run down your spine as your face turns red.

“Steve!” you laugh softly while shaking your head. “You’re so childish,” your body relaxes into his.

“Y/N,” Harringtons voice is low as his lips hover over your nape, he moves a hand lower on your hip, squeezing gently. “I’m serious,” he presses a kiss onto your neck, “stop me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” his hand slips into your panties, using two fingers he runs them between your folds.

Your legs close subconsciously as you lean your head back against his shoulder, eyes tightly shut and lips parted. Steve pushes a finger into your hole, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “This okay, Sunshine?” using his free arm, he squeezes your breast.

“Mhm,” you bite down on your lower lip, moaning softly. Steve kisses the back of your neck, finger fucking you gently.

He inserts a second finger, widening his pointer and middle finger to stretch you out, you grasp onto his upper arm while trying to hold back moans.

“Let me hear you,” he whispers into your ear before biting on your earlobe, “don’t hold back, Y/N.” Harrington kisses your jawline, pulling your face to his, your eyes lock with his. “Fuck Y/N,” he kisses you passionately, pulling his hand from your panties and flipping you around.

Your fingers tangle into his hair while Steve's hands cup your ass. He lifts you up letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you into his bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently, his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties.

Harrington leans over your body, leaving a trail of kisses as he lowers himself onto his knees and pulls your hips to the edge of his bed. Steve brushes his lips over your hip bones, he pulls your panties off, throwing them to the side.

“Princess, is this okay?” he locks eyes with you, his breath fanning over your pussy. You nod rapidly while leaning your head back, “I wanna hear you say it,” he leans away from you.

“Steve, Steve, please. I want this, I want you, please,” he smirks, dipping his head down, he sucks dark marks into your thighs.

“That’s my good girl,” wrapping his arms around your legs he spreads them wide, he kisses wet kisses up your thighs sucking in a deep breath as he reaches your throbbing clit.

Your body twitches in anticipation, he licks a long stripe between your folds, his lips landing on your pink nub. Harrington sucks on your clit gently, pressing his nose into your warm flesh.

You moan loudly, arching your body into him, “oh god,” he flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud. Sending shivers all over your body, his fingertips squeeze into your flesh.

Steve pushes two fingers into your cunt, moving them in and out at an achingly slow pace, he sticks his tongue under your clit hood. Running the tip back and forth, before flicking upwards, he used his thumbs to keep your pussy lips spread. You feel a pressure building in your core, like an itch in your gut.

“Cum for my baby.. I want to taste you, my pretty girl,” he mumbles against your sweaty skin as sensations continue to build in my core demanding release. You tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him as close as you can.

He rubs the tip of his nose at the right angle into the sensitive bundle, hitting just the right spot. Your body shakes, you try to pull away as an itchy feeling of ecstasy takes over your brain, he presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles. You moan loudly as the itch starts to become overwhelming but he won't let up, he keeps pushing and prodding until cum spills out of your pulsing hole.

He licks up every last bit of cum he can, he wipes his mouth with a proud expression painted on his face, leaving his fingers to keep playing with your pussy pushing the orgasm further. Steve sits you up and brushes your hair back with his clean hand, tucking the loose strands behind your ear.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” his voice is low and hoarse. Steve presses kisses on your collarbones, he pulls you into his lap.

“Steve..” you mumble against his chest, he lays back and pulls you against him.

“Yeah baby?” His hand reaches up to your head caressing your hair softly, “if you’re tired, then sleep” he whispers softly.

You press both hands against his lower stomach, lifting yourself off of him “not yet,” you move between his legs taking his hard dick in your hand, you peer up at him innocently as you wrap your lips around his tip. Steve moans while he wraps his fingers in your hair, pulling at the roots.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this forever.” he grunts as you start to lower yourself on his length, pushing it in as far as you can. His hips buck up into your mouth, “Darlin’ it won’t take much to get me off, you don’t have-” he cuts himself off as you begin bobbing your head up and down on his dick.

Much to his own dismay it took just a few minutes before he came, his eyebrows furrowed as his chest rises and falls rapidly. Steve grasps your arms gently and guides you onto him, he wraps his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. “Let’s sleep, Y/N”, he mumbles into your ear, closing his eyes.

You nod against him, your eyes begin to feel tired as the sound of his heart beat draws you to sleep.

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Bruises

So I just uploaded this onto my Wattpad, you can find it under the name KissingPrentiss or Jennifer Jareau Oneshots! I'm still trying to figure out how to make masterlists again bcos I haven't really written on Tumblr for a while so bare with me! Anyway enjoy, I thought of this idea randomly :)

JJ x Fem!Reader (Y/n & JJ are married, Henry exists! Will does not)

The unsub fights back JJ, but the blonde gives him a good punch until Derek arrests him. JJ comes home to her girlfriend with bruises, which worries her. But shes one hell of a proud wife.

JJ knew that going in first and alone would be dangerous, Derek was right behind her though, watching out for the blonde, gun trained. 

When JJ spotted the unsub she tried to reason with him, just so she could atleast get behind him and arrest him, get the guy to co-operate. But he was beyond that when he lunged forward and pushed JJ harshly against the wall, throwing a few punches her way, to the point she was almost pinned, until she got the better of him, with her knee she kicked him in the stomach and then punched him in the face, her knuckle was probably going to have bruises, but it was worth it.

Derek ran over, and got the unsub, whilst JJ untied the victim. Both of them exiting the building. To where Emily forced JJ to get looked at by the paramedics, despite the blonde protesting saying that she was fine and it would only be a few bruises. Yeah...a few. There were bruises on her stomach, somehow a scratch on her cheek and also two deep bruises on her neck, which could be seen as something else, unless they knew what happened.

Derek came over to check on JJ, a smile on his face "got a little beaten up, huh?" He asked. Knowing the answer, Derek knew that JJ would be okay but he still showed a bit of worry. "Yeah, but I'll be okay" JJ added, reassuring him. 

"I know you will, I'm proud of you for it, guess the lessons are paying off" Derek added, giving JJ a smile. The blonde chuckled. "Yeah and its thanks to you." The paramedic cleared JJ, she stood up from the ambulance and walked over to the others with Derek. "The question is..." JJ knew he was going to mention her wife Y/n.

"Of course Y/n would be worried, but I updated her about it while I was getting checked over. Shes adorable, all worried and then called me a badass." JJ chuckled again. "Well shes damn right, now lets finish this case so you can get home to your girl." JJ agreed.

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The jet landed, everyone had to go back to Quantico to get some personal stuff. JJ' car in the parking lot. Once she began driving home, her phone rang, connecting it to the bluetooth on her car radio. Y/n' voice was heard. "Hi JJ" she speaks softly over the phone. "Hi Y/n, its good to hear your voice." She adds, smiling, not that Y/n could see her. 

"When are you getting home? I know its late and you told me to get some rest but I didn't want to go to bed without you." Y/n spoke truthfully, which made JJ' heart melt. God, she loved this woman so much.

"I'm in the car, so I'd say in five minutes. I love you." JJ added.

"I love you too Jayje, see you soon." Y/n replied, and with that the call was over. 

When JJ got home, parking the car in the driveway, she opened the front door, shutting it and just as she did, Y/n walked down the hall. Usually JJ would be greeted with Y/n pulling her into a tight hug or their son Henry would come running, but it was eleven p.m at night, he was in bed for school. So both women had to be quiet. 

"Oh JJ, are you okay?" Y/n asked her wife, noticing the bruises on her face, neck and knuckles, along with the scratch on her cheek. Y/n caressed JJ' arm lightly. JJ had already updated Y/n on what happened over texts but she didn't say exactly the serverity, which it wasn't severe but Y/n was still going to worry, she always will. "Yeah, I'm fine Y/n. I'm just glad to be home. You don't need to double check the bruises darling" JJ reassured her wife as best she could. KNowing that Y/n being a nurse, she would want to. 

"Okay, I believe you, those lessons with Derek really paid off, I'm very proud of my badass wife! Anyway, how about I run you a bath and have you eaten?" Y/n asked, JJ smiled at her. She'd never had someone like Y/n care for her so much, she wasn't used to this despite them dating for five years and married for three. But she loves Y/n with all her heart. She loves the little family that they created. "Y/n, baby, its eleven at night. I had some food on the jet. Having a day off tomorrow so we can share the bath too" JJ smirked. 

"Okay, well lets get you out of these clothes and into some comfy, then we can rest okay? My badass wife" Y/n mentioned, JJ winked at her with another chuckle. The two women headed upstairs, JJ peaking into their sons bedroom, he was fast asleep. As she followed Y/n into their shared bedroom. Y/n helped her wife out of her blouse, throwing that in the laundry basket along with her jeans. Y/n ouldn't help but kiss JJ, lightly kissing the blondes neck, where the bruises were, to her chest. JJ undid her bra and threw that on the floor somewhere. Giving Y/n a view of her body.

"Even with those bruises, you're so beautiful" Y/n complimented as she took in the sight of her wifes beautiful body. Placing a kiss on top of one of the bruises on her chest, JJ let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Y/n, if you don't stop we won't be sleeping any time soon. And plus we'd have to be very quiet." JJ mentioned. Earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"You're right, let me kiss you, one more time." Y/n added, and JJ agreed. This time JJ took charge, pressing her body against her wifes, crashing her lips against Y/n' in a fiery, passionate kiss. Nipping her wifes bottom lip slightly as she pulled away. "Get something comfy on and come to bed" Y/n whispered in her ear, shivers down JJ' spine. Looking in the wardrobe, putting a tank top on and some lounge shorts, she headed over to the bed, laying in the sheets next to Y/n. 

Y/n wrapped her arms around JJ, protectively and placed another kiss on her neck "good night my love" she whispers to JJ. 

"Goodnight, baby" JJ added, closing there eyes and drifting to sleep, finally. JJ loved it when Y/n wrapped her arms around her protectively, content that she had found the love of her life and a son to come home to.

[baby-walsh]

Love's Tavern

Summary: Rick discovers a new side of himself at Love's Tavern.

Tags: Sex Club, Glory Hole, Bi-Curiosity, Cheating, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Anonymous Sex, Gay Sex, Internal Conflict

Rick Grimes/Shane Walsh

Explicit 18+

Notes: I don't upload here anymore because tbh I kinda hate Tumblr, but it was requested so here we are.

Rick has been struggling recently. Getting into fights with his wife and trying to keep that fact hidden from his twelve year old son, Carl. He’s not even sure what they’re fighting about most of the time, but it’s hard to spend ten hours at work then come home not knowing which side of his wife he’s going to get. It doesn’t help that he’s been getting a lot of domestic violence calls lately. He can’t escape the fighting even at work.

He’s growing increasingly frustrated with life. Meanwhile, his best friend and work partner, Shane, is doing well in comparison. He’s unmarried, no kids, no one to answer to. He’s handsome and smart and does a good job at work. Rick wouldn’t want to have anyone else as a partner. He’s only slightly jealous hearing about Shane’s latest conquests. Rick swears he has a new girl in his bed every night. He zones out listening to Shane go into graphic detail, thinking about how he himself hasn’t gotten laid in three weeks.

“Hey man, you okay?” Shane finally notices that Rick isn’t listening. Rick shrugs.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m just tired,” he replies. “Carl’s having a hard time adjusting to the school schedule after being able to do whatever he wanted all summer. We didn’t get his routine established in time. So he’s cranky every morning and Lori acts like it’s somehow my fault. I’m the bad guy.”

“I’m sorry, man. He’s a good kid. He’ll adjust.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

“Why don’t we have a drink after work, huh?”

“So I can get yelled at for not coming straight home?” Rick rolls his eyes. Not at Shane or his suggestion, but knowing that Lori would be pissed even at the hypothetical scenario.

“C’mon, I’ll call and tell her it’s my idea, okay? Just one drink.”

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Okay, then don’t tell her we’re having a drink. Tell her it’s a mandatory meeting.”

Rick’s thinking it over when a call comes in, interrupting Shane’s begging.

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By the end of the thankfully uneventful day, Rick decided fuck it. He’s a grown man and he can go have a drink after work with his friend if he feels like it. And if Lori doesn’t like it, then that’s her issue.

Rick’s sitting at the table with Shane and a couple other guys from work. They’re just chatting about the day when one of the guys mentions a club that just opened up across town. Shane and Rick were talking amongst themselves when it was mentioned. Shane stops and looks over at him.

“I’m sorry, did you say sex club?”

“Yeah! My friend emailed me a link to the website. It has the address and the rules and whatnot.”

“Sex club? Is that even legal?” Rick asks.

“It’s anonymous from what I saw on the website. I think it’s mostly gloryholes.”

“What’s it called?” Shane asks.

“Love’s Tavern.”

“Why's it called that?”

“I think it's to be discreet.”

“Huh, I don’t really get the appeal. I’m just saying if I’m getting my dick sucked, I wanna see who’s doing it, y’know?” he adds, taking a swig of his beer. He nudges Rick, who fell into contemplative thought again. “Right?”

“Well, I’m married, so there’s no mystery there,” Rick laughs weakly at his attempted joke. “But I mean yeah, even if I was getting blown…” he trails off, staring at the wall again.

“Damn, Rick, maybe you should visit this place.”

Maybe he should.

+

Rick gets home a little later than he intended, having had more than one drink with Shane. It’s nine PM when he stumbles in, exhausted and ready to shower and sleep. He’s in the bedroom unbuttoning his uniform shirt, getting ready to shower when his wife Lori walks in. In an instant, the mood of the room shifted.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Was with Shane.” he mumbles.

“Were you drinking? Oh, don’t mind me,” she mutters, making a point to push past him to sit on the bed while she takes her earrings out. “I was just putting our son to bed. He asked for you, by the way.”

Rick sighs, looking towards the door. Lori sees and snorts.

“Don’t even bother. He’s already asleep.”

“He knows I work long days.”

“Not long enough to go drinking for who knows how long while I’m here picking up our son from tutoring, making dinner, helping with homework, packing lunch for tomorrow and on top of that cleaning the house.”

“He does his homework with the tutor,” Rick groans, really not wanting to have this conversation right now.

“Yes, usually, but he has a science project to do.” Lori purses her lips.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

He hopes that she will just drop it. He kneels in front of her and takes her hands in his.

“Work has been stressful lately and I just wanted to spend some time with my friend and not think about it for a while.” Rick explains. Though he feels he shouldn’t have to because, between the two of them, only he has been shot at and almost killed.

“You spend way more than enough time with Shane,” Lori says, snatching her hands out of his. She gets into bed, pulling the comforter over her legs. Rick stands up and stares at her.

“Can I make it up to you?” he asks.

“Whatever way you think you can.” she replies primly.

“Can we have sex tonight?” His tone is defeated and his shoulders slump even more when he gets the answer,

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Whatever,” he grumbles. He grabs clean boxers and pajama pants from his drawers, slamming them shut as he goes to the bathroom.

“You’re going to wake Carl!” Lori hisses.

He leaves the room and doesn’t look back.

Rick’s never cheated in his life. Not in anything or on anyone. The idea of cheating on his wife should be the furthest thing to ever cross his mind. But he can’t handle this growing frustration any longer and he can only jack off so much.

It’s been two days since their fight and Rick and Lori have spoken only a handful of words to each other. Rick made an effort on his day off to spend it with his son. He even helped with his science project, giving Carl ideas on what to do. He mowed the lawn, took the trash out, and pulled the autumn decorations from the attic. He told Lori that he’d make dinner so that she didn’t have to worry about it. Yet it wasn’t enough to stop her from criticizing him. Only in a slight, backhanded way when in front of Carl. His efforts went unrewarded by his wife.

This morning, Rick woke up with a headache and the smell of burnt pancakes filling the room. He laid in bed, contemplating his life choices, when he heard his wife and son arguing.

Another day of hanging out, doing some chores, taking Carl to the park, and getting fast food for dinner. Rick feels good about the time he spends with his son, but he feels looming anxiety about Lori. He doesn’t know what she wants him to do. It’s not like he’s unappreciative of the things she does. And he does things too. Mostly the things she can’t do. And the things he can’t do, he gets Shane to do.

Maybe it’s the animosity that’s driven him to this point. Quite literally, he thinks, as he stares at the sign on the building. After another night of being spurned, instead of masturbating, Rick jumped in his car. He didn’t think about where he was going, but subconsciously, he knows why he ended up here.

Love’s Tavern

The place is well lit, but out of the way. Hidden, in a way, like you wouldn’t see it if you didn’t know it was there. Rick steels his nerves as he gets out of the car. He’s just going to check it out. He locks his car, then heads inside the building. The heavy wooden door leads to a foyer with another wooden door. He opens that one then walks up to the desk.

“Welcome to Love’s Tavern! What are you looking for today?” the cheerful girl at the desk says.

“Well, uh, I’ve never been here.” Rick says, suddenly nervous. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Maybe something darker, more seedy. He definitely didn’t expect a perky blonde explaining the types of rooms and experiences they offer. She explains the rules and safety precautions. Rick’s heart starts to pound as he realizes that he’s actually going to do this.

“And it’s just $35 to get in. It’s to cover maintenance of the facilities and we provide condoms and lube, so it also goes towards the cost of covering that.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” Rick pulls out his wallet, handing over the money. She asks if he wants a receipt and he declines. “Um, so, you mentioned one side being…straight? Can you explain again?”

“Oh, absolutely! So, this side to your left is designated for ladies and the right side is designated for men. So pick your preference and if you ever forget, just look at the lights! The ladies’ side is lit up pink in the halls and the men’s side is blue.”

“And, um, this is…anonymous, right?”

“Yes, we don’t keep any records of who’s here. There’s cameras, but the footage is wiped after 30 days and we only pull it in case an incident occurs.” she replies. She sees Rick’s apprehension. “Which side did you want?” she asks.

“Uh, women,” Rick answers, feeling hot in the face as the pretty receptionist takes his hand and leads him past the desk and to the hallway. She takes him to the left side where the lighting shifts from white to pink.

“The open room is where the voyeurs like to hang out, but for your first time, go in here. It’s private, but connected to this room here. What someone would think a traditional glory hole is.” she explains.

“Wait, how do you keep the sides separate? Like in these private rooms?”

She points to the signs on the doors. Like a bathroom has men and women decals, these rooms have decals that are a little different. The room she has Rick going into has a stick figure man, hands on his hips, erection pointed straight out. The room next to it has a decal of a stick figure with long hair and very prominent breasts on her knees, facing the other door.

“People are good about respecting the rules. We haven’t had any incidents so far, but honestly, the gay side sees a lot more action than you’d think in a town like this.”

“Huh…” Rick looks down the hall toward the men’s side, where there does seem to be a buzz of activity.

“Have fun.” The receptionist walks off. Rick swallows hard and enters the room, locking the door behind him like he was told. The room is small, but large enough to move around comfortably. The room is bathed in pink light and has a bench on one side. Rick notices three different holes, at different heights, on the opposite wall. To his surprise, there’s already a mouth at the hole in the middle. Rick looks around, then decides to just go for it. He walks up and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out. He strokes it a few times, getting it hard, before sliding it through the hole into the waiting mouth of the girl on the other side. He hears a muffled moan, feeling the vibration around his shaft as she takes him all the way into her throat. Rick groans. He’s not sure if she’s good at this or if it’s just been too long. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it’s a stranger’s mouth on his cock. He presses against the wall, loving the feeling of being sucked. He’s pulled out of it when she suddenly grabs his cock, tightly holding it in one hand. Rick is questioning what’s happening as he feels something rolling onto his cock. A condom, he quickly realizes. The girl lets go of his cock to quickly turn around, presenting her pussy to him. She helps guide him in. It’s a little awkward through the wall, but Rick’s length is enough to fill her up. Rick definitely wasn’t expecting this. He was expecting a quick little blow job. Just something to ease his stress. Now he’s fucking a stranger through a wall, listening to her quiet moans as she bounces on his cock.

“Fuck,” Rick groans, instinctively pulling away as he cums suddenly.

The girl whines. Rick pulls the condom off, tossing it into the trash can in the corner of the room. He cleans himself up and wants to get out of there before the full weight of what he’s just done can crush him.

He leaves quickly and quietly, not making eye contact with the receptionist on his way out. That was an expensive way to cum in five minutes, he thinks as he gets into his car. He drives for a little bit before making his way home.

+

The weirdest part about visiting Love’s Tavern is that Rick knows he should feel guilty about it, but he doesn’t. He should feel guilty for wanting to go back at least, yet he doesn’t. Rick goes back two more times. The first of the two times, he gets sucked by two different girls and fucks one of them, finishing in the other’s mouth. It’d be the perfect story to tell Shane. The second time, he braves going into the free room. He pretends not to notice the other guys as he stands in line to fuck a girl who has her legs chained up. Both times, he was drawn to the men’s side. The receptionist is right. Even at peak times, that side is always busier than the side with women. He hates to admit that he’s curious about it. The next time he goes, he takes a right instead of a left, hoping that the receptionist doesn’t notice. The men’s side is a different vibe. The free room takes a lot of space. There’s a bunch of guys mingling about. Some getting sucked off, others thrusting into holes in the walls. Others stroking themselves while watching the action. Rick looks around the blue lit room, looking for the private rooms like on the other side. He goes down a hallway and finds a bunch of doors. One on the end is open, so he goes in and locks it behind him. To his surprise, there’s a cock through the hole in the wall. It shouldn’t be that shocking given where he is, he muses.

Now what?

He’s never thought about sucking a guy off. Yet he wandered over to this side of the establishment so a guy could suck him off.

“Come on, will you get on your knees already?” the guy on the other side groans. Rick jumps at being called out. He could just leave. Yet he’s strangely aroused by this. Rick finds himself walking up to the hole and kneeling. He tentatively takes the thick cock into his hand, stroking it gently. Then, just as the guy is about to protest again, Rick just goes for it, sliding his mouth around the length. He suddenly understands the hesitation from every girl who’s given him a blow job for the first time. He wonders if he’s doing this correctly as he bobs his head. The guy groans, thrusting forward. Rick nearly gags as the man’s cum shoots into the back of his throat. Surprisingly, he swallows it down. The guy walks away and just as Rick regains his composure, another cock is waiting for him. Pulling his own erection out, he strokes himself as he leans in to take this one into his mouth. It’s shorter, but veiny, Rick determines as he explores it with his tongue. He strokes himself faster, finishing just as he receives a second load of cum in his mouth.

“Hey twink, ever get your ass eaten?” a guy says through the hole.

“Uh, no…” Rick replies, unnerved by the sudden conversation.

“Put it against the hole.” the guy replies.

The request sends a shock through Rick’s spine. He stands up, questioning how he got here as he strips naked, then turns around bending at just the perfect angle to press his cheeks up to the hole. Immediately, a warm tongue slides up his crack, making him jump. He’s never done this, but he doesn’t hate it as the tongue works its way to his hole. Rick gets hard again. He tries to stroke himself while the tongue massages his hole.

Rick starts to feel weird, the reality of what’s happening starting to set in. It’s not until he feels a finger probe his hole that he snaps out of it.

“Whoa, okay,” he stands up. He’s already sucked two dicks and had his ass eaten, that’s enough experimentation for the night. He scrambles to get his clothes together and leaves, heart racing as he comes to terms with what he just did.

Rick gets home at almost midnight to find that his wife is still awake, reading a book. He cringes internally, hoping that she would have already been asleep. She gives him a questioning look when he walks into the room.

“Where’ve you been?” she asks.

“Just hanging out with some of the guys from work.” Rick lies, getting into bed next to her. He had showered away his shame already.

“Hmm, well I was thinking,” Lori puts down the book on the nightstand and turns to him. She brings her right arm to his chin and pulls him into a kiss. Rick holds his wife while she kisses him, but he doesn’t return the kiss fully. He kisses her back, but not with enthusiasm as he recalls where his mouth has been.

“You’re finally going to let me fuck you?” he murmurs pointedly as she strips him of his t-shirt and pajama pants. He pulls up her nightgown and finds himself burying his face between her legs. Her moans are enough to get him hard by the time she cums on his tongue. He sits up, positioning himself closer so he can slide inside her. He thrusts hard, enjoying the noises coming from her. He can’t help but feel like something is…off.

“Would you…” He murmurs the request hotly in her ear. Lori’s eyes widen as she processes his request.

“What!? I don’t want to do that, Rick!”

“Please? It’ll help me cum.”

“I don’t want to put my fingers…there. Ugh, just get off me,” Lori grumbles, pushing Rick away. He lays on his back as she gets up and puts her robe on.

“Would it kill you to have an open mind?” Rick sighs.

“You’ve never wanted me to do that before, why now?”

“Cause I just…I wanted to try it.” Rick shrugs.

“Did one of the guys put you up to this?”

“Wha- No! I’ve just been thinking about it.”

Lori huffs in disgust and leaves the room. Rick decides he’ll go back to Love’s the first chance he gets.

+

The opportunity doesn’t arrive until the following weekend. It had been a hard week and the only thing Rick could think about was getting fucked. The idea of actually liking men has sent him into a spiral. He’s been on edge all week. Shane asks if he’s okay and Rick gets defensive. It feels like everyone knows what he’s been doing.

He’s thankful that his wife and kid aren’t home when he gets there. He makes himself a sandwich after reading the note on the fridge that they won’t be home until late. He’s grateful for the alone time because he finally has a chance to use something he bought a week ago after the sexual mishap with Lori. Rick had gone out of his way to a small sex shop, nervous and embarrassed. He brought the toy home and hid it in a black bag in his gun safe. Lori knows the code but she never needs it, so he’s not worried about her discovering it.

Rick pulls the bag out, feeling mixed emotions as he dumps the contents onto his bed. He had bought a six inch dildo and some lube. The toy is pretty realistic, he thinks, as he unboxes it. Letting out a breath, he strips himself and climbs onto his bed. His cock is already hard as he decides how he’s going to do this. After taking the safety seal off the lube, he lays on his stomach, reaching behind him to probe at his hole. He spreads a generous amount of lube on his fingers, teasing one of them at his entrance. He groans into the pillow as it easily slips in, guided by the lube. He holds it there for a minute or so, trying to come to terms with how he’s feeling. It feels weird. Not good or bad necessarily. He’s never experienced anything like this. He decides it’s good enough to keep going, so he does, taking it a step further by sliding the finger in and out. He curses, not expecting it to feel so good. Rick tentatively adds another finger, stretching his hole as he works them in. He’s getting impatient, pulling his fingers out. He takes the dildo, which had been sitting next to him, and lubes it up. He brings it around to his hole, pressing the head against it. Taking a deep breath he pushes in slightly. He knows he has to go slow, but it’s torture, feeling the toy slide in inch by inch until his fingers touch his ass. He slides it out halfway then back in again. The sensation is odd. He can feel it in his stomach like he’s nauseated. He doesn’t hate it though, sliding the toy in and out of himself.

Rick uses his free hand to stroke himself. He tries to do it in tandem with the toy, but it’s too hard. He pushes the toy all the way in and focuses on the feeling of it. He cums suddenly, releasing his load onto the purple comforter. He mentally kicks himself as he gets cleaned up. He strips the bed, throwing the comforter into the wash, unsure of how he’s going to explain to Lori why it needed to be washed. He goes to the bathroom to clean his toy and take a shower. Now he’s even more conflicted. He was always pretty sure he was straight, but these past few weeks have opened his eyes. He’s definitely still attracted to his wife and he finds women attractive, but the idea of a man fucking him is exciting. And he doesn’t mind sucking cock, honestly. What does that make him? Not gay, but not fully straight either. He tries not to think about it too hard as he finishes up his shower. He stashes his toy just as the washer dings. He throws the comforter in the dryer. He thinks about whether he finds men attractive. As a human, he can objectively state if a person is good looking, but attraction? He’s never really thought about it. The first person to pop into his head is Shane. His thick dark hair, deep brown eyes, and toned body are all super attractive. He remembers seeing Shane make out with a girl at a bar and thinking, “Of course she went for Shane.” His charisma is the most attractive of all his features.

Rick sits on the couch and watches TV while waiting for the dryer to finish. Once it’s done, he makes up the bed and gets into it, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. One thing’s for sure, he can’t wait to be fucked by a real man.

+

Rick goes to Love’s the following night. He goes in and immediately heads to the men’s side. He finds an empty booth and locks the door behind him. This time, he’s not timid as he strips and gets on his knees in front of the hole. A cock slides through the hole almost immediately and Rick wraps his mouth around it. The first guy pulls out without finishing and Rick is stroking himself idly, waiting for someone else.

Another one slides through the hole. This one is thick and a decent length. It feels velvety as Rick slides his mouth around it. He hears the guy moan on the other side, encouraging him to continue. Rick reaches for a couple of the packets of lube next to him. While continuing to suck, he rips them open, spreading it on his fingers. He starts to play with his hole, pushing his fingers in. He’s getting increasingly excited at the idea of being fucked, he can’t stand it anymore. The guy pulls away as Rick stops sucking, focusing on prepping himself. Rick grabs one of the condoms and puts it through the hole as an offering. Someone takes it, so Rick stands up and turns around, pressing his ass against the hole.

Rick’s heart is pounding in his ears as he waits anxiously. The guy finally presses the head of his cock into Rick’s hole. This is it, Rick thinks. He slowly slides all the way in, causing Rick to moan. It is awkward with the wall between them. He wishes that he could grab his hips. But he’s doing a decent job, thrusting into Rick slowly until he gets a rhythm. Rick starts to push back against the wall, wanting it harder. The guy gets the hint, knocking loudly into the wall with the force of his thrusts. Rick hears the guy groan, his thrusts slowing as he finishes. He pulls out of Rick slowly and Rick takes that as a sign to finish up. He thinks about how he’d go about getting one on one time with a guy, maybe going to a hotel for privacy where he can be fucked for real. He realizes that he’s swallowed cum and been fucked in the ass, but he’s never kissed a guy. The thought intrigues him, jerking himself faster. He imagines himself in the arms of a man, kissing and touching each other softly. He’s coming up with plans on how to make this a reality when he finally cums.

Rick gets dressed and leaves, knowing that he’s been there long enough. Lori will be wondering where he is. He needs to pace himself and figure out what he actually wants.

+

Two days later, he’s sitting in his cruiser with Shane on a lunch break. They had been chatting about random things; calls they had taken earlier, how Rick’s family is doing, and weekend plans. Shane finishes talking about cleaning out his garage then falls into silence as he drinks his soda. Meanwhile, Rick has been contemplating if he wants to tell his best friend what he’s been doing. He has no one else to tell. Shane raises an eyebrow, watching Rick’s internal struggle.

“S’going on, man?”

“I actually…I’ve been going to Love’s Tavern,” Rick admits.

“Really? What you been doing there?”

“Um, I got a blow job the first time, and the girl, like, turned around and just stuck it in…” Rick admits quietly. Shane is hanging on his every word.

“Dude, how many times have you been there? Does Lori know?”

“No! No, she doesn’t,” Rick replies, the guilt thick in his tone. “I’ve only been like five times.”

“You fuck each time or just get blown?” Shane asks slyly.

“Uh, well-” Rick is about to admit what he’s really been doing the last two times, but Shane interrupts him.

“Cause I was there the other day. That place is crazy. You notice it’s mostly dudes?”

“Yeah, I-”

“Y’know, I kinda like that it’s separated like that. It does take away the anonymity a little. Like part of the point is getting your dick sucked by someone random and it might be a guy, but if you go to the men’s side, you know it’s gonna be a guy,” Shane rambles on. “Honestly, I don’t mind it.”

“Wait, you were on the men’s side? And thought you had a thing about seeing the person blowing you?” Rick asks, turning to look at his friend. Shane shrugs.

“I thought about it and I actually haven’t even had the experience so I thought I might as well. Anyway, I went to the girl’s side, but there was literally no one. I even waited for like fifteen minutes and got bored, so I decided to wander over to the action.”

Rick stares at Shane, realizing what this means.

“This guy walked away and so I was able to just slide in, y’know, and I mean, I’m not gay but a mouth is a mouth. And then!” Rick jumps from Shane’s exclamation, earning a smack on his chest from his friend. “He stopped sucking, so I pulled away, right, and then a second later he’s offering a condom through the hole. And like of course I’m gonna take it, I look down and his ass is just there…”

Shane stops, seeing Rick’s wide eyed expression. He mistakes it for judgment. “I fucked him…”

“What..what day were you there?” Rick asks, terrified of the answer.

“Saturday night, why?”

“About 9 o’clock?”

“Rick, why?”

“First hole on the left?”

Shane doesn’t answer because Rick already knows the answer. They just stare at each other. Rick begins to explain how he started going to Love’s and how it brought up conflicting feelings. He even forced himself to tell Shane about the guys he blew. He pours his heart out and lets out a shaky breath when he finishes, happy to finally have it off his chest. They sit in silence for what feels like five minutes. Rick is nearly in tears over his confession as Shane just looks at him blankly.

“You suck dick really well,” Is all Shane says. Rick groans and sighs. Of course Shane deflects with humor.

“Shane, I’m…I’m really struggling with this,”

“So, you tellin’ me you’re gay?”

“No! I just mean, I figured out I’m attracted to men too. I still like women.”

“So…you’re bi?”

“What does that even mean?”

“God, you’re stupid. It means you like both.”

“I guess. Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Bi, or whatever you said,”

“Like I said, a mouth’s a mouth. A hole’s a hole.” Shane replies with a grin.

“I’ve been wanting to actually have sex with a guy,” Rick says. Shane snorts.

“I put my dick in your ass, what do you call that?”

Rick rolls his eyes, “I mean, like in a bed. Like kissing and touching and-”

Shane makes a show of checking his watch. “We have thirty minutes.”

“Wait, you wanna…?”

“You’re my friend. I’m gonna help you figure this out,” Shane puts his hand on Rick’s, giving him a meaningful look. “And I’d love to fuck your ass again.”

Rick rolls his eyes again and looks out the window. Shane realizes he went too far.

“I’m sorry, okay? C’mon, baby,” Shane puts his hand on Rick’s neck. Rick turns his head, giving Shane the opportunity to pull him into a kiss. Rick kisses him back immediately, pushing his body into Shane’s space. He’s unsurprised by how good Shane feels. His lips taste sweet from the cola he’d been drinking and he smells good like something woody and manly. He remembers where they are and pulls away.

“We’re at work, we shouldn’t,” Rick states even though there’s plenty of other reasons why they shouldn’t.

“We’re off the clock for the next…27 minutes,” Shane replies. “We can get in the back and make out at least.”

Rick blushes, not making eye contact with Shane. Shane reaches over and cups the other man’s chin.

“Or you can come to my place after work and I’ll touch you there.” Shane’s tone is low and flirtatious.

“Goddammit, Shane,” Rick groans. He’s happy that they parked on a secluded road as he pops open his door and climbs out so he can get in the backseat. “Get back here.”

Shane smiles before joining his friend in the back.

[kanmom51]

Those JM and JK being ‘subtle’ moments - Part 7

Part 7 of maybe (?) more to come that is.

Or...

A page from JM and JK’s book of “How do we do the couple in the group without others noticing it (or so they thought)”.  

cr./to the owners of the media in this post.

Pss...don’t tell anyone, but this one is going to be on the shorter side.

Ok, so last time I addressed their sus selfies, and this time let’s address a few moments they created/decided to share with us, 

The photos we discussed, now let’s talk about the posts, clips, creations.

We’ll start with the moments they created and decided to upload themselves:

Own it.

Wtf was that?  

True, those innocent army’s will see an innocent dance practice.  But was it really?  

Just the two of them (JK is working the camera), in what looks like late at night, lights dimmed, them dancing to super elicit song and lyrics.  Oh, and dare I mention woody?

Do I also mention this clip was uploaded to BangtanTV most probably by the two of them on the night following the very famous Tokyo Vlive?  

Same one we have Hobi teasing JM as he leaves him ‘alone’ with the camera.

Same one JM tells us how he was craving salty all while devouring what looks like a gyoza, looking behind the camera and giggling.

Same one JM talks about how hungry he is while stuffing a sausage in his mouth, again, looking behind the camera and giggling.

Same night this specific clip was uploaded for all of us to see.

GCFT

JK’s masterpiece creation.

The one he was oh so proud of and oh so happy when he uploaded it for all of us to see.

Many choices were made, the actual footage used, the editing, the soundtrack.

As I’ve called it in the past, JK’s love ode to JM.

JK being JM’s toy

Like WHAT????

Really JM?

Why don’t you just tell the whole world, eh?

And if you already mentioned it JM, what kind of toy are we talking about here???

Euphoria studio practice JK’s birthday

Cute clip.  And JM uploading it for JK’s birthday cute too.  

But what were they doing, eh?  

And why did he leave the smacking lips sound?  Did JM not hear of editing?  Or, option 2, did he not listen to the clip prior to uploading it?

Link

And the post itself...

Translated into:

Now, of course it could just be us jumping to conclusions with the sound effects, and still, the playfulness, so couplie.  And JM deciding to post is a little questionable to me.

Next up, moments they created and that were decided to share, not always clear who the decision maker was nor the reasoning behind:

JM letting us know JK likes to kiss... a happy JM indeed.

How JK has changed... Used to just hear JM say the word kiss and go running to the hills (nah, just a little exaggeration here), lol.

But really, how attitudes do change...

JK wants JM, ahm...

Can’t help but wonder how this one slipped by.  Yeah, I guess some could think JK is joking around, but his insistence, repeating himself time after time until JM has to stop him, telling him the audio isn’t good, lol.

JK and his buttocks fascination - again

JK and his JM fancam

I know I said not selfies today, but this one I just have to share.  And I kind of think it falls within the loophole of not actually being a Jikook selfie.

JK’s hickey selfie

Ok, so why in hell did JK post this one?

I get it, it was used as leverage against JM during their JinJikook live to stop him from leaving.  

Then why post it at the end?  

What did JM do, or perhaps not do to bring this about?  Lol.

*Special thanks to @unlyshedstar​ for helping me find some of these moments to share with you.

To be continued?  You guys tell me.  

But I do need your help.  Send me moments and ideas you would like to see in this series of posts.  You can leave them in the comments or DM me.

[matty-bear]

IV. A Small Predicament [N.S]

Type: Chapter four of The Influencer series

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo x Male!OC

Warnings: SFW, fluffy

Summary: While rushing to try to finish editing the latest video in time, Nick gets interrupted by Matt telling him that photos of his and Finn’s hanging out the day prior we’re blowing up on social media. What will happen when Nick asks Finn why he didn’t tell him about his large following? Will Finn be open with him or ignore the question completely?

Notes: Couldn’t have the story be all cupcakes and rainbows, could I? :3 Anywho, sorry for the late post! 😖 I’m not very proud of his chapter but I can guarantee lots of fluff in the next one <3 Happy reading!! :DD

WC: 3490

Text color guide! Blue: Finn, Purple: Nick

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The sound of loud clattering awoke Nick from his deep slumber. He slowly lifts his head up from his pillow, his eyes squinting and his hair a mess from rolling about in his sleep as he peers around his room. A small groan escapes his lips as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes and sits up. A yawn takes over his body for a few seconds before he forces himself out of bed. He slowly stands up to ensure that he doesn’t get lightheaded if he were to hurriedly stand and immediately slips his phone off his nightstand. 12:42 PM shines brightly on his lock screen, the sudden light momentarily blinding him before he hurriedly goes to lower his brightness. 

The male proceeds to slip his phone in the pocket of his pajama pants and shuffle to the bathroom to fix himself up a little. He exits the said room about ten minutes later a lot more awake, his arms extending above his head as he stretches and makes his way to the door. He exits his bedroom and immediately walks downstairs, the sound of even more clattering ringing through his ears as he steps off the final step. 

“What the hell is going on down here? You woke me up.�� Nick grumbles as he walks into the kitchen. Matt and Chris both freeze in their spot and look over at the older, nervous smiles plastered on both their lips. 

“Hey, Nick.” Matt greets as he walks closer to the said male. “We're just trying to get the stuff for the video later. Sorry that Chris woke you up.” 

“Dude, what the fuck.” Chris mutters, offended that he got thrown under the bus. “In my defense, I was gonna go wake his ass up here in a few minutes.” 

“Wait, what video? I thought we already filmed for this week.” Nick asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he walks to the cupboard. 

“No…” Matt replies slowly, “Today’s Friday, Nick and we have yet to film today’s video which you need to edit and upload before 5:30.” 

“Oh shit…” Nicks rubs his face stressfully after he sets the glass in his hand down on the countertop. “The hell happened? We’re usually on top of filming.”

“Yeah, past tense.” Chris says, his gaze focusing on the multitude of food products on the counter. “Not trying to be a dick but, your little hangout with Finn last night kinda screwed us over a little.” 

“Shit, my bad guys.” An apologetic frown appears on Nick’s lips as he fills his glass with water. “When are we gonna film?” 

“In ten minutes if that’s okay with you?” Matt asks, “Considering what time it is, how long it takes for us to film, and how long it takes you to edit and upload.” 

“That works perfectly fine for me.”

“Alright, word. Chris and I just need to finish getting these snacks in the car and get dressed before we head out.”

“Okay, word. I’ll go get my bag and camera.” Nick quickly retreats back upstairs to his bedroom and rushes towards his desk. He grabs his bag off the floor and hurriedly unzips the main pocket. Once he pulls the bag open, his eyes scan the contents inside before he nods to himself and looks over at his desk. 

As reaches to unplug his camera, his phone begins to vibrate in his pocket. His face immediately lights up and he digs in his pajama pants to fish his phone out and turn it on. His excited expression falls however when his eyes land on the stacks of Tiktok and Instagram notifications flooding his Lock Screen. 

“The fuck…” Nick mumbles, confusion flooding through him as he puts his phone back in his pocket. The male brushes what he saw over his head and grabs his camera. He quickly hauls his bag over his shoulder and runs out of his room once he takes a quick glance at his outfit in his full body mirror. As he hurries down the steps, he raises his free hand up to card his fingers through his hair a few times. “You two ready?” Nick asks as he steps into the kitchen. 

“Yup. Let’s go.” Matt replies as he slips his keys off the counter. Nick and Chris both follow the latter as he walks downstairs and opens the door, the three of them slightly shivering at the sudden cold air hitting them. Matt unlocks the van and tosses the keys to Chris who locks the door once everyone leaves. After tugging on the door to make sure it’s locked, the the male rushes over to the van and opens the passengers door. He slips inside with a heavy exhale leaving his lips before he shuts the door and hands the keys back to Matt. 

“Y’all wanna try a different parking lot since the sun is out or go to our usual spot?” Matt asks as he puts the key in the ignition, the car rumbling in response shortly after. 

“Just go to our usual spot. We don’t wanna waste time trying to find another area.” Nick replies as he stuffs his bag in between his legs on the floor. 

“Alright.” Matt sets his hand down on the gear shift and pulls it down to ‘reverse.’ He checks his side mirrors and back window as he backs out of their driveway. As he drives off down the street, Chris reaches for the aux and plugs his phone in. 

“What are y’all feeling today?” The male asks as he leans back in his seat and opens up Spotify.

“Play some Mac Miller or Lil Skies.” Matt replies, his gaze temporarily shifting over to Chris who nods at his response and scrolls through his playlist. He taps on his screen and ‘Jet Fuel’ by Mac Miller begins to play in the car. All three boys silently jam out to the songs on Chris’ playlist as Matt eventually arrives at the parking lot they usually film at. As the younger pulls into an empty spot away from everyone in the lot, Nick unbuckles his seatbelt and opens up his camera to turn it on and double check the battery. 

“Camera?” Nick hands the camera to Matt when the male extends his hand towards him. As the younger sets the device on the dashboard and exits the car, Nick moves over to the center seat in the back and Chris pauses the music. The latter lifts his head when Matt taps on the windshield, his eyes narrowing in confusion as the male does a small gesture with his hand. After realization hits him, Chris moves over to the center console and waits for Matt to give him a thumbs up before returning back to his original spot. 

“We good?” Nick asks when the younger gets back inside the car. 

Matt shuts the drivers door with a soft grunt and peers in the rear view mirror to look back at Nick. “Yup.” 

“Word.” Nick quickly opens up the timer on his phone and sets it for ten minutes before he sets it on the seat next to him. “Hey guys and welcome back to another Friday car video!” Nick exclaims as he looks towards the camera. “Today we are going to be doing another Anonymous Confessions with the stuff that you guys sent in through the Google Doc we posted on our story and review some foreign snacks that got sent to us. Do either of you have some snacks or confessions you wanna start the video with?” 

“I have a few confessions that I saved.” Chris starts as he pulls out his phone. “Just warning y’all now, shit gets a little weird.” 

~~~~~~

“No one bother me please while I edit this video. I need to focus or I’m not gonna upload on time.” Nick announces the moment the three step inside their house. 

“I’ll make sure Chris doesn’t bother you, don’t worry.” Matt reassures with a teasing smile as he looks back at the mentioned male. 

“Get off my ass, bro.” Chris mumbles as he lands a hard smack on Matt’s bicep. 

“Hey!” Nick exclaims. He spins around on his heels the second he arrives at the top of the stairs and glares down at the younger two. “No fighting.” Matt and Chris immediately stop their actions as Nick turns back around and hurries upstairs to his room. He nudges the door open with his shoulder and plops his bag down near his desk the moment he steps inside.

“Alright, let’s get this shit done.” Nick mumbles to himself as he sits in his chair and takes the SD card out of his camera. He opens up his laptop and waits for it to turn on before he plugs the card in. He double clicks his editing application to open it and sits back in his chair as he waits for the video to download into his files. As he waits, he anxiously eyes the time. 2:50 PM seems to intimidate the male the longer he stares at the numbers. 

A stressful sigh escapes his lips as he tears his focus away from the time to rub his hands over his face. He has less than three hours to edit the video, look it over, and upload it. 

The light ding emitting from his laptop causes him to remove his hands and move closer to his desk. His hand goes straight to his mouse and the faint clicking sounds ring rather obnoxiously in his ears as he opens up the video that just finished downloading. He opens his editing application back up and uploads the video, a loud groan escaping him when a notification that reads ‘Estimated wait time: 30 seconds’ pops up on his screen. 

“I don’t have time to wait thirty fucking seconds.” Nick grumbles as he continuously clicks on the loading bar. Surprisingly, his actions seem to speed up the loading process and the video appears on his screen in a matter of seconds. The male lets out a sigh of relief as he grabs his headphones and connects them to his laptop. 

He completely zones into editing the video for the next two and a half hours, the only audible sound being the clicks from his mouse and his occasional humming. As he goes to cut a clip, his bedroom door opens. The male doesn’t notice the person walking inside the room until they walk up to him and tap on his shoulder. 

Nick flinches at the sudden touch and hurriedly takes his headphones off, his eyes wide in panic as he turns in his chair to look at Matt who stands in front of him. “Dude what the hell! You scared the fuck out of me.” Nick scolds, a hand raising to rest on his chest. 

“My bad.” Matt apologizes as he rubs the older’s tense shoulder. 

“What do you want? I told you not to bother me while I’m editing.” Nick grumbles as he turns towards his laptop again. “Unless you don’t want the video to be uploaded on time.” 

“I just thought you wanted to know about the fact that you and Finn are going viral right now. But if you don’t wanna know, that’s fine. I’ll leave.” Nick quickly turns back around at Matt’s statement.

“Wait! Hold the fuck on!” The male exclaims when he sees Matt exit the room. The younger halts and slowly turns back around, a blank expression clear on his face. “What the fuck is happening with me and Finn?”

“Have you not checked Instagram or Tiktok today?” Matt asks as he walks back up to him. 

Nick furrows his eyebrows and sends the male a confused look. “Well, no.. I mean I saw that I was getting mentions and shit but I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Check Tiktok and I’ll fill you in after. You need to see this for yourself.” Nick sends a suspicious and worried look to Matt before he takes his phone out of his pocket. He turns the device on and unlocks it before heading straight to Tiktok. The moment he opens the app, he flinches as the first first video on his for you page plays loudly. 

The video starts out by showing a photo of Nick and Finn entering a shop with a few bags in their hands. It changes to another photo of the two laughing and smiling widely in the shop that was shown moments prior. The photo finally switches to a short video of Chris running around the triplets’ living room in panic with the caption “FINN AND NICK SEEN TOGETHER YESTERDAY??? SINCE WHEN DID THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!?” in the middle of the screen. 

Panic immediately floods through Nick’s body as he opens up the comment section. A few comments that catches his eye are‘they look so cute together stop,’ ‘the way they’re looking at each other 😢😢’ and ‘this is a duo I’ve never expected but I’m so here for it.’ The male quickly exits the comments after he reads a few weird ones and continues scrolling through countless videos that show the same photos. After a few minutes, Nick closes out of the app and looks over at Matt who’s now sitting on his bed and looking at him. 

“I have many questions and am very worried.” Nick states as he shuts his phone off. 

“Dude I do too. But did you and Finn ever touch on the topic of popularity? Because I think the reason that this is blowing up is due to how popular he is. I’m not saying that you’re not popular but when either of us are seen with someone, shit does not blow up this much.” Matt asks, his gaze falling down to his phone as he opens up Instagram. 

“Kinda?…” Nick replies, his hand raising to rub his nape. “We didn’t talk followers but we did talk about what we do and whatnot.” 

Matt’s gaze immediately shoots back up to Nick. “What did he tell you?” 

“He said that he’s an Instagram influencer and dabbles in modeling here and there.” Matt hums in response, his head slightly nodding. 

“Did you two switch socials?” Nick shakes his head. “Well, I found his Instagram thanks to Tiktok and I’m about to send it to you.” 

The moment Matt clicks on his screen, Nick’s phone dings. The male immediately picks his phone back up, the sight of a text message from Matt causing his stomach to churn. He hesitantly unlocks his phone and opens up his message, his thumb hovering over the Instagram link for a moment before he finally clicks it. It takes a few seconds for Instagram to open and load Finn’s profile but the moment it does, Nick’s eyes quickly scan his screen. His eyes widen in shock the moment his eyes land on Finn’s following count and he slowly looks up at Matt. 

“25 million fucking followers.” Nick reads, his jaw dropping slightly. Matt nods his head and sits at the edge of the older’s bed. “That’s fucking insane.” As Matt goes to open his mouth to add to the conversation, a small ping coming from Nick’s phone stops him. He watches as the older looks back down at the device in his hand, a small smile creeping onto his lips moments after. 

“Is it Finn?” Matt asks as he gets up and walks up to the older. Nick rapidly nods his head and opens up his messages, his face falling in worry when his eyes read over the first text. 

Finn: Hey Nick? 

Before Nick replies, he looks up at Matt who’s now standing next to him. The younger sets a reassuring hand on his shoulder to encourage the older to reply, which he does with a small exhale.

Nick: What’s up?

Finn: Have you seen the stuff going around? You know… about us 

Nick: Matt just filled me in about it yeah

Finn: Oh okay

Don’t worry about it too much I’ll make a post about it here in a minute and they’ll get off our backs :D 

Nick: Alright

Also Finn? 

Finn: Yeah? 

Nick: How come you didn’t tell me you were THIS popular on social media? I’m not trying to be mean or anything I’m just curious 

Finn: Oh umm… I don’t really like telling people abt my large following right off the bat. Like especially if they don’t recognize me. Some ppl tend to act differently when they meet influencers n I’m not a fan of it, you get me? 

Nick: Yeah I completely get you

Finn: And when you didn’t recognize me I was excited because I didn’t have to worry about you putting on a front just to hang out with me😣

Nick: Finn 😕 Trust me, if you told me about your following right off the bat I would not change a single thing about the way I interact with you. You deserve to be treated like any other human being, whether you’re popular or not

Finn: I appreciate that Nick &lt;3

Nick: :D <3 Also about the whole thing that happened, I’ll make a post about it too to shut everyone up

Finn: Should we post at the same time just for shits and giggles? 

Nick: oh ABSOLUTELY. Wouldn’t it add more fuel to the fire though? You know since everyone thinks we’re seeing each other

Finn: I mean yeah but I wouldn’t mind being wrapped up in dating rumors with you

Nick's jaw drops and he covers his mouth with his hand as he feels his face flush. Noticing that he stopped texting, Matt gets behind him to try to get a peek at his screen. 

“What’d he say? What happened?” Matt giggles. Nick looks back at the male and shows him his phone. The younger holds his hand steady so he could skim over the messages. When he reads the last text, he gasps and lands a soft hit on Nick’s shoulder. 

“What the fuck do I say?” Nick panics, the blush on his cheeks deepening a few shades as he looks back at his phone. 

“Send a reaction pic or something.” Matt replies, his giggles turning into laughter as he looks as he watches the older panic even more. 

“I don’t have any Matt!”

“Look on Pinterest for some!” A small scream of panic escapes Nick's lips as he quickly closes out the Finn’s message and opens up Pinterest. He hurriedly types in ‘reaction pics’ in the search bar and scans through the hundred of reaction pictures flooding through his feed. In the middle of scrolling, he gets a text from Finn. He feels his heart skip a beat after his eyes skim over the message. 

Finn: Nick? Where'd you go 😣 Did I kill you or something? 

Nick: Maybe

Finn: Oh??

Nick: I wasn’t expecting you to say that 😭

Finn: 🤭💙

Nick: 😒 

Finn: :D 

Anywayssss can you come over today? I miss you😢 

Nick: I have a video to edit and upload today 😕 

Finn: You can come over after maybe?

Nick: Idk… I’m kinda stressed out rn

Finn: I’ll help you de-stress! We can bake cookies or watch a movie :D 

Nick: Idk Finn…

Finn: Pleaseeee 😖 we can even chill in my “badass room” 

Nick: Alright alright. I’ll text you when I upload the video 

Finn: YAY! I’ll prepare in the meantime :3 I’ll see you later! 

Nick: see you later :D

Nick lets out a sigh and plops his phone down on his desk before looking at Matt who’s moved to stand next to him. 

“What happened, lover boy?” Matt teases. 

“Matt… don’t start that shit.” Nick mutters as he sends a threatening glare to the younger. Matt chuckles and mumbles a small ‘sorry’ before he sits back on the bed. “I agreed to go over to his house after I upload the video.” 

“Really? You’re going to his?”

“That’s what I just said, yes.” Nick lets out a small ‘ow’ when Matt smacks the back of his head. 

“I don’t need your sarcasm.” 

“You asked a stupid question!”

“Whatever.” Matt rolls his eyes as he gets up off Nick's bed and walks towards his door. “I’ll leave you alone to edit then.”

“Thank you.” Nick pulls himself back to his desk as Matt exits his room and gently shuts the door behind him. The male puts his headphones back in and turns his laptop back on.

“I need to hurry the fuck up.” Nick mumbles to himself as his editing application appears on his screen again. He lets out a heavy exhale and takes a quick glance at the time. He has less than 10 minutes to touch up the video and upload it. And if he wants to hurry and go over to Finn’s, he’s gonna need to zone in and not let anything distract him.

[tessa-liam]

Smoke and Mirrors

We're Ready For Anything

Chapter 7

Smoke and Mirrors

-7- We're Ready for Anything

Book: The Royal Romance Finale +, Alternate Universe

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.’

Catch Up: Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘Liri’

2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas, Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh, Olivia Nevrakis x M!OC Alex Cossoy

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except Delaney Leigh, Officer Alex Cossoy, Geoffrey Bessler (Amalas’ head guard.)

Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking, gun violence.

Not Beta'd, please excuse all errors.

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff

Words: 2274, Read: 10 minutes

Chapter 7: We’re Ready for Anything

Chapter Summary: Liam and Riley find out more about their twins and Lena is captured by Interpol.

Music and Title Inspiration: Ready for Anything, Landon Austin

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #32, Prompt #2 - “Sometimes memories can be the worst form of torture.”

A/N2: My submission for May Choices Monthly Challenge @choiceschallenge-may2023 @jerzwriter @maychallenge prompts - Mother’s Day, holding hands/ crying /caress

King’s Study, Cordonian Palace

It was late into the evening as Liam opened the financial report for Portavira on his computer. Taking note that Duke Ebrim was requesting a sizeable amount of emergency funds for the coastal region in the form of stipends.

Opening his e-mail to respond, a knock on his study door got his attention.

“Come.” Liam called out and continued typing, not taking his focus off the screen.

“Hey, Li. Am I interrupting?” Drake asked hesitantly.

Without looking up, Liam answered, “Drake, hey...what brings you here tonight?”

“Well, I need your advice on something.”

Closing his laptop, Liam stood up and walked to his bar cart, picking up two glasses and a bottle of Macallan.

Liam chuckled, “Why do I think this has something to do with a certain blond in your life?”

“Yeah, well...”

Pouring two glasses of scotch, Liam slid one to Drake and sat back down, taking a sip.

“Delaney wants to visit her parents in Austin....and she wants me to go with her.”

Drake exhaled a breath and Liam grinned.

“So, what’s the problem, Drake? Nervous about meeting your future in-laws?”

Drake shot his friend a look, and Liam roared in laughter.

“Seriously, Drake? This is not a problem, buddy!”

“Yeah, well...the thing is, her parents are pressuring her to move back home to the States. Laney is seriously considering it.”

Shaking his head, “Laney wants me to move back with her.”

Liam looked at his friend, noting the conflict in his expression.

“I don’t want to lose her, Li. I also don’t want to leave Cordonia.”

Queen’s Study, Monterissian Palace

“Geoffrey, do you have the video footage of the arrest from last night taken outside the palace?”

Amalas spoke to her guard through the speakerphone on her desk.

“Not at this time, your majesty. Interpol has not uploaded the file yet to our systems.”

“Wait a second. Pause and rewind...what did you just say?” Leo asked incredulously.

“Your majesty?” Geoffrey asked questionably.

“Leo, its protocol that the Interpol inspectors have access to all palace systems ahead of my Royal guard.” Amalas answered.

“Access, yes, but to commandeer all viewing?” Leo challenged.

“Thank you, Geoffrey, that will be all at this time.” Amalas tapped the app closed and spun around her chair, glaring at Leo.

“What the hell, Ams? You are taking orders from some ‘suit’ in Lyon, France? ….Why?”

“First of all, I don’t care for your tone. Do. Not. Speak. To. Me. Like I don’t run this country! Especially in front of my people.” Amalas countered angrily.

Leo sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. It was a challenge for the former Crown Prince to remember not to interject his personal opinions into conversations with the Monterissian Royal guard.

Amalas is the Queen, and he was overstepping.

“Secondly, I appreciate the expertise and assistance of Interpol.”

Leo sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I am surprised, to say the least. The ‘Spy Queen’ needing help in her own country.”

“And thirdly,” Amalas stood and frowned at Leo. “I am respecting the King of Cordonia’s request for a united front to uncover the truth behind the duplicity of the Royal guard in our countries.”

“Leo, we need to ‘cut the head off’ of this faction. There is someone or something controlling and directing operatives, like Bastien in Cordonia, that has infiltrated our highest security levels in the Royal guard of our countries.”

“Case in point: how a known fugitive can gain access to my private chambers, can pass through my security protocols. Allowed access to the Crown Princess of visiting monarchs, no less.”

“I get it Ams, I really do. ….and I am truly sorry.” Leo sighed and shook his head.

Amalas stood and walked over to Leo. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed his lips sweetly and touched her forehead to his.

Clearing his throat, Geoffrey stood outside the open door and waited to make his presence known.

“Your majesty.”

Amalas turned to look at her head guard. “Yes, Geoffrey?”

“Interpol has successfully captured and detained the security breach.”

Cordonian Palace

It was shortly after 1 am when Liam returned to the south wing of the palace. Loosening his tie, he nodded at Mara as she stood guard outside of Eleanor’s chambers and continued to walk to his personal chamber he shared with Riley.

After preparing for bed, he opened the veranda door and stepped out into the cool night air. Looking out over the gardens, he took a deep breath and smiled. Tomorrow, he and Riley would find out the sex of their twin babies. He grinned thinking about all the possibilities, but if he was being truly honest with himself, he favored having a son. Or...he chuckled, maybe another Ellie.

Shaking his head, he decided to turn in for the night to get some sleep considering the day would bring much excitement for him and his family.

Approaching his side of the king-sized bed, he noticed that Riley’s side of the bed was slept in, but Riley was not in bed.

Liam went to his closet and slid on a pair of sweatpants. After stepping into the hallway, he returned down the hall towards Ellie’s chambers. He quietly opened her bedroom door and entered the darkened room. Beside her canopy bed, the single night light glowed, and he saw his daughter's outline. Wrapped snugly and securely in her mother’s arms, she was fast asleep along with Riley.

As he placed a soft kiss on Ellie’s forehead, Riley awoke and smiled. “Hi”, Riley whispered and touched his hand. After carefully detaching her arms from her daughter, she rose from bed to join her husband in their bedroom.

Liam closed the door behind him, after following Riley.

Joining his wife under the silk sheets, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.

“That’s better,” nuzzling her neck.

Smiling, Riley ran her fingers through his soft hair. “Working late tonight?”

“Yes, and no... Drake came to see me tonight.”

“Oh really, and here I thought you were avoiding me,” Riley smirked.

“Never!” Liam playfully teased.

“So, what was so important for Drake to pay such a late visit?"

“AHHHH, well...he wanted my advice. Drake is debating whether he should a, stay in Cordonia; or b, move to Delaney's home in Texas. And c, where he should go with his relationship with Delaney.”

Riley looked at her husband, “I know what you said.”

“I know you do, love,” kissing Riley’s nose.

“Home is where your love of your life is. I asked him what his true feelings were for Delaney. Once he can honestly answer that question, he will have his answer.”

Monterrisian Palace

The temperature in the Monterrisian palace holding cell area was at least 10 degrees cooler in the lower-level security offices. Amalas and Leo followed the Interpol officers and were shown to the viewing privacy window. Amalas was accustomed to the temperature change, but Leo had shivers go down his spine; from the temperature change, or nerves, or both.

On the other side of that window, Lena Rys was sitting in a chair alongside a female Royal guard. On the other side of the table sat Alex Cossoy and Olivia Nevrakis.

Amalas listened intently to the questioning, while Leo stared at the blond woman. Shock, mixed with disbelief left him speechless.

“What is your end game?” Olivia asked impatiently

“My end game is to take my place in the Rys family,” Lena coolly answered.

Olivia eyed Lena in disdain.

“My mother told me that my father wanted to hide me from my half-brother. That the ‘Cordonian royal family can’t find out who I really am... for my sake’.”

“’That’s horrible’,” Olivia sighed.

“’I didn’t want to believe those things about my family, but my mother had never lied to me’.”

"Your mother?"

"Yes, Sigrid took care of me in place of my true mother."

“You were brainwashed, she was obviously lying to you!” Olivia seethed.

“’I saw what Cordonia’s royal family really thinks of me when King Constantine came to Vallenheim for a diplomatic visit’.”

“’King Constantine told my mother that he wanted no part in foreign influences on Cordonia. He said that Queen Eleanor is gone. Which is why he wanted nothing to do with me. That Eleanor was her friend, but that association ended when Eleanor died. He does not owe us anything’.”

“My mother wanted me to meet my brothers, but Constantine said ‘he won’t be guilted with a child.’

I remember that my mother begged Constantine to meet me, and Constantine said no. 'My sons and I want nothing to do with me, my mother, Vallenheim, or any of our people!’”

My mother told me, 'This is exactly why Queen Eleanor wanted me kept away from Cordonia.’"

Lena’s eyes 'welled with tears that are equal parts anger and sadness.'

“In that moment, I knew everything my mother had said about my father and brothers was true.”

“Sometimes memories can be the worst form of torture.”

Olivia stood up and paced the floor. Stopping directly in front of Lena,

“’Liam didn’t even know about you. Your brother is a better man than your father was.’”

“’I always resented Leo and Liam for having the life I could’ve had in Cordonia. I’ll even admit to envying Liam’s throne.’”

“’He’s a lot more than you were told. You might even like him if you gave him half a chance.’”

Lena’s features hardened, “’I think that ship sailed a while ago.’”

Dr Rameriz’s office, Cordonia

Looking at her reflection in the changing room, Riley placed her hands on her tummy. Her belly had grown so quickly this time around. Her morning sickness was now gone, and she felt more energized.

Slipping on the hospital gowni and robe, she opened the door to be greeted by the nurse.

“Your majesty”, the nurse curtsied and opened the door to the examination room.

Liam quickly stood offering his wife his hand.

“Are you ready for this, my love?”

“Oh Yes, Liam! Let’s do this!

Chuckling, he helped Riley get comfortable on the exam table, as the nurse placed a heated thermal blanket over top. Grasping his hand, she laid back and relaxed against the pillow.

Dr. Ramirez greeted the monarchs with a warm smile.

“Okay, today we are going to find out which sexes these little ones are.”

“Most definitely,” Liam smiled, squeezing Riley’s hand as she also smiled.

The doctor placed the doppler wand and the sound of heartbeats immediately could be heard.

“I will never tire from hearing those sounds.” Liam watched the monitor as the babies appeared.

Riley let out a breath and started to tear, squeezing Liam’s hand even more.

“So, what do you think, love?” Liam asked.

Riley grinned, “It’s a boy.”

The doctor nodded, “incredibly good instincts. Your majesties, you have a son.”

Liam beamed with joy and kissed his wife.

“...and baby number two?”

“A boy,” Riley answered.

The doctor shook her head smiling.

‘Your wife’s instincts are quite correct. Your children are both boys.”

Liam let out a breath.

Riley, now crying, was overcome with emotion.

“Riley, love,” Liam whispered, raising her hand, and softly kissed her palm.

“Yeah?”

“You did it again.”

Riley looked up at Liam with a question in her eyes.

Caressing her swollen tummy, “You made another dream come true for me. I love you so, so much.”

Riley, full of emotion, answered back, “as do I.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her lips and said, “let’s go home.”

Liam and Riley walked slowly out of the hospital, holding hands, both smiling as they approached the waiting SUV.

“We should spend the weekend in Valtoria.’ Liam smiled.

“I would love that, and I know that Ellie will be ecstatic to go to the festival in town.”

Liam grinned as he followed Riley into the SUV.

Not mentioning that he and Ellie have a special Mother’s Day celebration planned at the estate already for her.

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[muppetable]

sorry for late upload, i slept in, but incorrect quotes day! (tw for nsfw in the first quote)

virgil: fuck the dark sides

logan: yeah fuck the dark sides

roman: ….

*next day*

roman: hey guess who i hooked up with last night?

patton: who?

roman: janus classy deceit!

logan:

patton:

virgil: what the hell?!

roman: you said fuck the da…

roman:

roman: you didn’t mean literally?

virgil: OBVIOUSLY

virgil: i failed my safety training test today

logan: how?

virgil: well one of the questions was “what steps do you take in the case of a fire?”

logan: and?

virgil: apparently “fucking large ones” isn’t an acceptable answer

janus, to roman: me? i’m the bees knees, but you, you’re just.. uh.

remus: cockroach ankles!

janus: yeah, cockroa- w h a t

patton: which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen or seven and five ARE thirteen?

logan: neither, because it’s twelve.

janus: two bros

virgil: chilling in a hot tub

janus: five feet apart cause we’re not gay

virgil:

janus:

virgil: *tearing up* what?!

janus: wait virgil no- it was a lie-

virgil: I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING

virgil: onion rings are vegetable donuts.

roman, used to virgil being dumb: Sure...

virgil: your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

roman: Okay?

virgil: lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

roman:

virgil: lobsters are mermaid scorpions

roman: jesus, that one is a little-

logan, interested: No, no, virgil, keep going.

[starshine-wagner]

Midnight Dip

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Summary: You can't sleep on a hot summer night, so Danny comes up with an adventurous alternative.

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: swearing, non-sexual nudity

A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.

The sheets were too sweaty on that humid summer night. Your childhood home lacked air conditioning, so you and Danny were damned to a week of staying as far away from each other as possible in bed.

Clearly, the big fan on your ceiling did very little to aid the cause. Your boyfriend's big body tended to take up a majority of the space, so it was no help that you couldn't cling onto him like usual. Thus, you were resigned to the edge of your mattress in the sweltering heat.

You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was probably just under one. Unsticking your legs from the sheet, you headed over to the bathroom to splash water on your face and try to reset for a better night's rest.

Not wanting to wake Danny, you waited until the door was shut before turning on the light. Once on, it lit the room in a yellow-ish hue and started the humming of the shower fan.

You opened the squeaky closet door to find a rag made from one of your old beach towels. You were pretty sure it used to be Hello Kitty. Now, it just looked like a mess of colors and old makeup stains despite being fresh out of the laundry.

You wet the rag, squeezed out the excess water, and put it up to your face. Sweet, momentary relief.

You contemplated just bringing the wet rag into bed to rest on your forehead, but you hated the idea of waking up with a damp spot beside your head. So, you dabbed yourself in a last bit of coolness and tossed it into the hamper. You went to open the door and head back to bed, but before your hand even reached the knob, it was opening.

"Hey baby. You okay?" Danny's sleepy voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Normally you'd want to jump his bones when his muscles looked that good. But right now, in the heat, you had negative interest in getting even sweatier.

"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. It's too fucking hot," you complained.

"I know. Next time we're coming back with a window AC. I'll install it myself."

"Please..." you replied, placing your hands on his cheeks. He smiled softly into them, his dreary eyes blinking ever so slowly.

The two of you shuffled back to the bed and attempted to get comfortable once more. He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your palm before placing it back by your side. After a minute or so, Danny spoke up.

"Idea."

"Mhm?"

"You're nowhere near falling asleep, right?" he asked, rolling on his side to face you.

"Hell no."

"Perfect. Go put on some pants and meet me by the front door."

Confused, you questioned him. "Danny, it's like, after midnight. Where're you trying to take me? Everything is closed..."

"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a mischievous pout.

A few minutes later, Danny was revving up his car in the driveway. You hopped into the passenger seat and reached to turn on the air while Danny put a location into Apple Maps. The genius he is, he angled the phone so you couldn't see where you were going. It wasn't until the two of you turned down Great Neck Road that you realized where he was taking you.

"Wait, are we going to the beach?" you asked.

"Maaaaybe..." he said, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.

You'd told Danny countless stories of nights spent at the beach when you were in high school. When everything closed at 9pm, the shore was always open and practically begging for stupid teenagers to do reckless shit.

You'd told him of the time that Mark set off a firework on accident and the police got called. You'd told him of the (several) occasions on which you'd fallen asleep with your best friend on the beach only to wake up with the sunrise and a hoodie full of sand.

"I figured we might as well add a little memory to the late-night-beach collection." The side of his mouth turned up a little bit into the tiniest smile. "But if you'd rather, we can ju-"

"No!" you cut him off, "This is a great idea. I'm honestly honored that you remembered..."

"Of course I remembered," he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. "Call me crazy, but I think we should go in." Despite admitting to the craziness of the idea, he sounded completely serious.

"Like... in the ocean? Now? In our clothes?"

"I mean, we don't have to wear our clothes..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked his shoulder at the heinous suggestion of skinny dipping in the ocean.

No way in hell were you letting seaweed get up your asscrack.

"Okay, I mean we can wear our underwear if you want, but I feel like we'd want dry clothes to ride back in, no?" he suggested.

"Damn. You're right. What if someone else is here? I don't want to be caught half nude by an innocent bystander who probably knows my Dad..."

The two of you inspected the parking lot and scanned the shore as best as you could. Luckily, the moon was near full and the light reflected off of the sea just enough to make out any other visitors.

"Y/N, we're the only ones here. Everyone else has air conditioning and is happily asleep. Probably cold, even."

You knew he was right. Damn those people.

So, that's how Danny convinced you to strip down to your underwear. You ran (as best as you could in the shifting sand) hand-in-hand towards the water's edge, which was just about at high-tide.

You weren't sure why, in all your years of living by the beach, you never dared to enter the ocean in the dark of night. It seemed so much more intimidating, more ominous... more sacred, even.

"Okay, on the count of three," he encouraged. "One, two, THREE!" On three, he practically dragged you into the waves with him. You yelped just a little, but were silenced when a wave covered your head and cut you off.

"FUCK it's cold!" he whined. All you could do was chuckle as you pulled him closer, this time using your body heat for good. You wrapped one arm around his back while your other hand toyed with his necklace. It was obsidian, you thought. With a black cord tying it around his neck.

"I want one of these," you told him, eyeing the jewelry.

"You can have it, if you want it, baby." Always the giver.

"No, I want my own. That way we can match." You peeked up at him in the moonlight through your wet eyelashes.

His curly hair was mostly held together in the quick bun he'd put it in, but a few strands clung to his forehead. You reached to move one behind his ear as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.

"You know you're so beautiful, right?" he murmured. You blushed. "Are you sure you're not a siren?" He knew how embarrassed you got whenever he complimented you, and you hid your face in his chest. "I'm serious, Y/N." You placed a small kiss on his chest as a form of acknowledgement and thanks.

Running your hands down his muscly arms, you mentally thanked him for suggesting you leave your clothes in the car. Even this short time in the water was making you a bit chilly coupled with the slight breeze off the waves.

"Shall we get dried off then?" he suggested. You nodded, but not before pulling his face into yours. You kissed him slowly, sacredly. You kissed him like he'd be gone with the sunrise. You deepened the kiss as he ushered for you to wrap your legs around him. Your lips made their way from his mouth to his jaw and, eventually, his collarbones.

"What was that for?" he asked, once he caught his breath.

"Just because. You love me so well."

"Hm. You're right. I do love you." Danny scared you a bit when he suddenly swept you off of your feet and into his arms, bridal style. It was a bit tricky wading up to the shore with the waves coming against his back and you in his hands, but he somehow made it. You dodged the dried seaweed in your path and padded back to the car.

Once you were both clothed again and settled under the interior car light, you looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Danny." You could tell he was about to argue and say it was no big deal, but he caught the sincere gratitude in your eyes.

"You're welcome," he reassured with a kiss to your forehead. The two of you held hands on the center console the whole way back home and snuck back inside like two 15-year-olds trying to avoid waking up anyone else in the house.

With little giggles and sush-es, you made your way back to the bathroom to squeeze the water out of your hair and get the sand out from between your toes.

Finally back in your bed, the heat wasn't so damning anymore. You weren't sticky from sweat, but rather from the salt water that lingered on your skin. The dampness of your hair kept you cool as you lulled off into a deep sleep beside Danny.

His hand found its way to your chest and stayed there until morning.

[911-on-abc]

NFL!Buck AU - Eddie finds out

If you saw me upload a draft of this last night... no you didn't. This is a snippet from my NFL!Buck AU. TBH I didn't know if I was going to write more but a lot of people seem to like it so far:) Context: Eddie and Buck are friends, but Eddie still doesn't know he's a player at this point in the story.

To say Eddie was distracted was an understatement. He knew he needed to keep his focus on the field – to be ready to spring to action at any moment if an injury occurred – but his gaze kept shifting to the area behind the sidelines to see if he could catch a glimpse of Buck.

For all Eddie knew, he might not even be there. In the month he's known Buck, Eddie still didn't know exactly what he did for the team. He knew he worked with the players and he was at the stadium during game days, but Eddie wasn't sure if Buck would be out on the field nearby the coaches or in the locker rooms with the rest of the support staff.

Eddie also didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking about him.

He didn't know how to describe it. The way he felt around Buck was something… different. Not a bad different, but a different he’s never felt before.

Eddie didn't know how to describe the way he felt when he would open his messages in between calls to find 20 new texts from Buck about the new Sumerian tiger cubs at the zoo. Or when Christopher asked when Buck could hang out with them again. Or when they would fall asleep talking on the phone late at night.

But he liked the feeling, whatever it was, and it seemed that Buck felt the same way too.

He also liked having a friend who wasn’t someone he worked with. He loved his job. Hen, Chim, and Bobby were quickly becoming his second family to him, but sometimes he was reminded that his co-workers were also nosy little assholes.

"Earth to Eddie. Anybody in there?" A sharp pinch to Eddie's arm from Hen jolts him out of his thoughts.

"Hey what the hell!" Eddie shoots a sharp glare at Chimney and Hen standing next to him as he rubs the spot of his arm that was just pinched. See? Assholes.

"Hey Eddie," Chim says in false nonchalance, "it's great to have you back with us."

"Having fun looking for lover boy?" Hen joins in.

Eddie arched his eyebrow up at Hen in response. They’ve been teasing him about his new friendship for weeks now, but this was new. "Lover boy?"

"Yeah, Buck. You know, the guy who has you smiling at your phone 24/7?" Hen gestures toward the field. "The very same guy who works for this very team?"

"Buck and I are just friends, okay? It's not like that between us."

Hen and Chimney look unconvinced. 

"No, Chim and I are just friends. This?" Hen waves her hand in a circle at Eddie's face, "This is something else."

"This," Eddie copies Hen's gesture, "is all in your head." 

"Uh huh."

"You know what? How about we stop talking about my personal life and, I don't know, do our jobs?" Eddie pointedly turns back towards the players on the field, but not before catching the look that passes between Hen and Chim. 

There was a minute left in the third quarter, when it happened. The Ram's quarterback had evaded most of the defensive line charging towards him as he tried to make a play. He released the ball in a forward pass just in time to his wide receiver, but the momentum of the player coming towards him can’t be stopped. The lineman slams straight into the chest of the quarterback who flies back to the ground. And then he doesn’t get up.

The second play stops Eddie, Hen, and Chimney spring into action. Grabbing their gear they rush to where the quarterback is curled into himself, surrounded by concerned teammates.

"Chimney, check his vitals. It looks like he got hit in the ribs, but Eddie, I want you to look at his head to make sure he doesn't have a concussion too," Hen directs as they surround the quarterback.

The player is still curled up on the ground in pain, unaware of the action around him. Eddie speaks, trying to coax him out of his fetal position so he can assess his head, "Hey man, I'm Eddie. Did you hit your head at all when you went down?" The player tenses for just a second, and then shakes his head.

"That's good, that's good," Eddie tries to soothe, "but I'm going to need to take a look at it just to make sure you are all right. Can you move your head and look towards me?" 

The player complies and Eddie reaches around to gently remove his helmet. Eddie already has his flashlight halfway towards the player's face when the quarterback’s familiar eyes meet his own.

"Buck?"