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lostdreamr-blog1 · 1 year ago

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Pinky Promise

Pinky Promise 2

Part 3

Part 4

Summary: Jake gets a call in the middle of the night asking for a ride home. But it’s who is asking that makes him worried.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Another request knocked out! Currently working on part 2 of Beautiful Stranger and might have plans for continuing this one depending on if you all like it. Thank you so much for reading! -C

You were a little on the tipsy side as you squinted at your phone trying to make out the numbers on it. With them moving as much as they were, it was near impossible to type in a correct phone number. Instead, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to your brother’s name.

The smart thing to do would be to call him for a ride, but the more drunk side of you could only think about the nagging you would get on the way home and probably the month following. So, you scrolled up and down your contacts deciding on who would be the lucky winner to receive a call at 1 in the morning.

Jake groaned as he heard his phone going off. He blindly reached for it and squinted at the bright screen, trying to decipher who the hell would be calling at this hour. He had to be up in a few hours to get ready for another day of trying to get through the near impossible assignment, so unless it was an emergency, he was ignoring it.

The number that flashed on his screen wasn’t one he had seen before. He almost wrote it off as a wrong number or another spam call, but something told him to answer it. The area code was one he knew and a call this late on a Saturday might mean something is going on. So, instead of rolling over and enjoying the few hours of sleep he had left, he answered the mystery number.

“Seresin.”

“Oh shit! That’s the Jake that’s in this phone? Why would he put that number in here?” The voice was female and sounded somewhat familiar but was clearly drunk.

“Sorry to disappoint. Who is this?” Jake was kicking himself for answering it now, having the person insult him within two seconds of talking.

“Ah. Look, you have to promise not to tell my brother anything. Like pinkly swear and everything.” Jake was too tired to entertain childish requests, but the first part of the statement finally sunk in. The only one on the team who had a sister near base was Bradley. Fuck.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He needed the confirmation before freaking out. What did she do that warranted keeping her brother in the dark?

“I am not answering that question until you promise me.” He sat up in bed, turning on the lamp next to him. There was no way this wasn’t her.

“Alright. I promise I won’t tell him right now. Can you tell me what’s going on?” He was hoping she was too drunk to catch how he promised.

“Fine. I’m at this bar with my friend and I played wingman a little too well and she left with this guy. I mean good for her. She just got over this really bad breakup and needed to get laid.” Jake had gotten out of bed and put the phone on speaker as he got dressed. Something told him he was going to have to pick you up from somewhere. That’s if you managed to stop getting sidetracked.

“Anyway, I have this thing about not liking to get in Ubers by myself and it’s a long ass walk back to my apartment.” Jake had grabbed his keys at this point and was walking out the door.

“Where are you? I’m on my way.” He turned on his truck and waited for a response.

“Shoot. Well, we started at one place and now this is place three. No place four. You know what, let me ask because I have no idea.” Jake sighed and shook his head. He had heard stories from Bradley about his younger sister and how reckless you were. Or at least that’s the way he described you. He always kept you on a tight leash, trying his hardest to keep you out of trouble.

But Jake thought you just wanted to have some fun. One of his sisters went through a phase like this and it was best to keep a close eye on them but never push them. For reasons like this.

You told him the name of the bar and he was on his way. “I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. Are you okay to wait inside for me?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I need to finish this water anyway.” Jake told you to call if something came up but he shouldn’t be long.

It wasn’t but 5 minutes later his phone started ringing again. He saved your number as Baby Bradshaw, knowing that this probably wouldn’t be the last time you called him.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Are you close?” As casual as you tried to sound, Jake could hear a slight bit of urgency.

“Five minutes away. Everything alright?” The hesitation that followed his question told him everything he needed to know. But he waited for your response before he pushed the issue further.

“Umm, it’s probably nothing. Just this guy by the bar keeps giving me this look and it’s making me feel a bit uncomfortable. But I’m also drunk and a tiny bit paranoid.” Jake pushed the accelerator down a bit further, breaking a few laws in order to get to you faster. He wasn't going to be blamed for getting the youngest Bradshaw in trouble.

“I’ve always been told to listen to your gut.” He heard the hum on the other end of the line as he blew through a red light.

“My gut is telling me they want tacos.” Jake couldn’t stop the laugh that came out.

“We can get you tacos on the way home, sweetheart. Now do me a favor and stand where a lot of people can see you. People like security or a bouncer. Can you do that for me?” He heard you hum again.

“Slight problem. He is following me now.” Jake’s heart started to beat faster and knew he needed to get there now.

“Shit. What did Bradley say. Thumb out, use your knuckles.” He shook his head trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But it clicked a second too late.

“No don’t-“ He heard commotion on the other line and parked his truck right outside the bar. Flying out the door, he nearly ran into you as you were standing by the entrance with a bouncer blocking a guy with blood running from his nose from getting close to you.

Jake grabbed you before you could get around the bouncer and pulled you outside. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, you creep!” You were yelling at the guy all the way outside, letting him know you weren’t to be messed with. He wanted to go back in there and show the guy what happens when you mess with innocent people, but he knew leaving your side wouldn’t be for the best.

When the two of you were next to his truck, Jake let go and looked you over. Your face had a red tint to it from what he assumed had just happened, but besides that you looked to be in one piece. That was until he saw your eyes start to water.

He put a hand under your chin and lifted your head up. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You sniffed a few times and wiped the tear that managed to escape. “Bradley didn’t say how much it hurts to hit someone.”

Jake bit back a smile and looked down at your hand. While it was a bit red and would surely bruise tomorrow, it didn’t look too bad.

“He probably didn’t think you would ever have to do that. Why don’t we get you back home and you can tell me what happened.” He watched you nod your head and opened his passenger door for you, closing it when you were in.

He waited a few minutes after you were on the road before asking questions. “Want to tell me why you called me instead of your brother?”

You shook your head at the question. “Have you met my brother? It would be nonstop nagging for God knows how long. Anyone else seemed like the better option.” You paused as you remembered exactly who you were with.

“I will say I didn’t expect him to put your name in my phone. He seems to have a strong dislike for you.” Jake smirked at what you had said and shrugged his shoulders.

“He probably knew I had sisters and would do anything to make sure they were alright. Regardless on who they were related to.” You thought this over and nodded your head. It wasn’t long until the next question came.

“What happened at the bar?” You felt his eyes on you and knew he was more concerned than curious.

“The guy I told you was giving me weird looks ended up following me to the door. He stopped me and tried to grab my hand and even though I pulled it away, he kept coming at me. I don’t know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop him.” You missed the way Jake’s hands tightened on the steering wheel or the clench in his jaw.

“He was lucky I was 30 seconds behind, or he would’ve gotten more than a broken nose.” You looked over and saw how serious he was. A look your brother wore all too often.

“How long until you tell bird boy what happened?” Jakes eyes caught yours and you saw the conflict in them.

“If I was him, I would want to know something happened to my sister. But I will at least drop you off before I call him. Keep your phone on silent and say you fell asleep. That way you can push it off until he gets off tomorrow.” He heard your sigh but that was the end of that.

It was silent in the car until he heard you say, “I’m not as stupid as my brother makes me out to be.” Stupid was never a word he would have used to describe you. A little carefree maybe, but you knew what you were doing.

“I see someone who wants to have a little fun in their life while they can. Nothing wrong with that.” He glanced over to you to see you playing with your injured hand.

“You’re not as bad as they make you out to be either. Besides my brother, not many people would come and get me when they have to be up soon.” Jake held back a wince when he saw the time. A coffee run in the morning would be needed. Maybe he could talk Natasha into picking him up some from that place she always went to.

He pulled into your apartment complex and parked as close to your building as he could.

“Hey, sweetheart. You can call me anytime you need help, okay? I know your brother and I are not on great terms, but I know he would help me out when family is involved.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him for the ride.

He waited until you closed the door before he backed out of the parking lot, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Bradley. It was nearing 2am and calling him was oit of the question. So, he sent a simple text.

Hey man. Your sister called a random number in her contacts tonight and didn’t realize it was me. She needed a safe ride home and that exactly what I did. We can talk about it more at base, but wanted to let you know she is safe. -Hangman

He went to put his phone down when a text popped up. He prayed Bradley wasn’t awake, wanting to push the rest of that conversation off. But instead, it was baby Bradshaw with the text You never got me tacos.

Jake laughed out loud replying that he owes you some in the near future. With a spitfire attitude that you had, Jake saw the two of you becoming good friends. That’s if Bradley didn’t lock you up after tonight’s events.

A/N: Not too sure how I felt about this one but thinking about doing a Jake and Y/N friend series. Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you for reading!

Tag List: @rosiahills22 @sunlitsunflowers @dempy @mamaskillerqueen @luckyladycreator2 @atarmychick007 @my-soulmate-is-mycroft @topguncultleader @alilstressyandlotdepressy @avengers-fixation @chaoticcassidy

#hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #topgun maverick #top gun maverick #chelsea writes #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

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tiny-space-platypus · 4 months ago

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Small problem

BIGGER PROBLEM

Part 5.5

Jason had placed the girl down on his couch. Not a big problem, he'll just wait till she wakes up to bring her home or something. He even put a blanket over top of the kid assuming she would get up on her own soon. Bigger problem, it's been 2 hours and she has not moved actually she looks to be getting worse. Like a lot worse. Gradually over time the red whatevers along her face and neck spreading across her little body as she proceeded to get sicker and sicker. Jason's seen something like this before, it was like Superman or Superboy around kryptonite. The kid was burning up and breathing rapidly.

Jason watching the kid get worse after about 2 hours decided fuck it, there was a kid dying of.. something! On his couch. The first thing he did was call his brother. Dick knows about aliens, hell he's fuck at least one. Fuck it, Tim's and Damien's boy toy or whatever is a Kryptonian maybe they'd know what to do? Fuck it he's texting the group.

------------------------10:15 am------------------------

Dead-one: Yo, what do we do about kryptonite poisoning?

Acro-bat and 4 others is typing...

Acro-bat: Contain Kryptonite and watch to see if more medical attention is needed. Why?

Coffee-Monster: Who??? The Kent's are all with me???

Computer: where are you?

Dead-one: (sends photo of Dani) k well I don't know what's poisoning her

Computer: I'm sending Lesslie to you

Acro-bat: isn't that Danny's sister?

Blood-heir: Her name is Danielle and yes. Where are you Todd?

Dead-one: my apartment the kid's burning up

Jason looked up from his phone to the child still burning up on his couch. He had no real idea what to do for the kid besides waiting for the others and trying to keep the kid's temperature down. Damian got there in 15 minutes. Lesslie about 10 minutes after that. Neither of them seem to know what to do. Though Lesslie seemed to have more of an idea than the boys did at least. By the time Lesslie finished the girl was stable though still showing no sign of waking up.

Damian sat next to her as Jason prepared for patrol. Apparently the Demon brat had been sidelined from patrol By Alfie because of the broken ribs and popped arm this kid gave him. So now Damian was watching over the girl while Lesslie packed up telling them to call her if anything happens and especially if she wakes up. Both adults having places to be.

Where is Danny during all of this? Danny's in his college class none the wizer to his sister almost dying on a stranger's couch.

#dc x dp #the robins #danny phantom #dcu #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #danielle fenton #damian wayne #barbara gordon

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muntitled · 4 months ago

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most to least likely in enhypen to have a daddy kink? <3

Fatherless Behaviour: Enha Edition

Cw: Language, nsfw, +18, daddy kink, ddlg themes, edging, breeding kink

Now you're speaking my language

₊ ⊹ - Jay

If there's one thing that everyone in his life is certain of, its that Jay is wholeheartedly and irrevocably obsessed with caring for his girl. It came natural for him to refill your water bottles when you found yourself immersed in your study notes during odd hours of the day; the way he'd tuck your braids behind your ear when you were reading on the couch. It even manifested in him cooking for you, a routine that you both fell ceremoniously into the very moment you moved into his apartment.

You watch from your position by the counter as your boyfriend meticulously plates his obscenely artistic rendition of scallops and risotto. His brows are furrowed and his pert lips are clamped shut as he focuses on work. His exposed arms lend you the sinful view of your nail marks left from when he beant you over the second you arrived after work. Promising to eat you out after you both had an actual meal.

He's so incredibly in charge as he glides about the kitchen, and you only realize far too late that Jongseong was already placing your food in front of you while he stood at a safe distance on the other side of the island separating you both.

"Dinner's served, Princess- put the phone down yeah?" You click your phone off, feeling your stomach erupt into a swarm of moths, butterflies and every other winged creature that exists.

"You spoil me." You tease, suddenly feeling uninterested in eating anything that wasn't him.

"You deserve to be spoilt." He says with a light shrug, as he turns to busy himself with cleaning up. You don't ask if he's going to join you because he rarely ever does, always concerned with making sure you eat first.

"My friend's say you spoil me too much-" you look down at your food while innocently picking and prodding at your meal.

"Might as well call you 'Daddy', they said," a clash of dishes in the sink invite a flurry of coughs from Jongseong who raises his head. His eyebrow is quirked.

"Should I?" You ask, completely enamored with the way he leans back against the counter with his arms folded as if he were humoring you, "Should you what?"

"Call you that?"

"I dont suppose any human being would like to be called 'That'" Jongseong says, striding slowly towards you with his hands behind his back. "Be more specifc. What do you wanna call me-"

"I dont feel like having supper right now," your eyes crinkle with mischief, "Daddy." The second those words leave your mouth, solidifying a new web in your already intricate relationship, Jongseong stands behind you. His front is pressed against your back. You're almost in risk of slipping off the barstool but he has you- hand wrapped around your front, pulling you backwards until his cock is firmly pressed into your back, letting you know just how turned on he actually is.

You must not be in the mood to eat dinner since trouble is the only thing you apparently seek.

"Fuck dinner, since apparently you're concerned with something else." He lowers his face to your hair, rubbing his hand along your face like his most coveted possession. "Tell Daddy what else your friends say about us..."

₊ ⊹ - Sunghoon

It'd happen quite unceremoniously, quite surprisingly while Sunghoon is reclined against the headboard.

Reading.

Reading with his book in his one hand, while the other is splayed around you, fingering you to dangerous orgasm. Your legs are forced open by the invisible weight of his words alone, warning you of the consequences if you dared snap your legs shut while he's busy 'taking care of you,'

"S-Sunghoon, please..."

You should have cum 15 minutes ago, when you innocently asked your boyfriend for a little bit of attention away from his book. 5 chapters later and Sunghoon was still lazily rubbing at your clit, playing with your wetness while his brows furrowed as he followed along with the story.

Sunghoon snickered along with whatever he encountered in those inky pages while you lay in between his legs, utterly damaged. Your hips stuttered upwards as his long fingers swiped across your clit once more. A gasp wrenched itself from your throat.

"F-Fuck, D-Daddy I'm gonna cum-"

Its the first time his head snaps away from the book and he watches with wide eyes as you come undone on his fingers. He's far too enamoured to stop you, far too enamoured to keep you from slipping over the edge any longer. Sunghoon's face is absolute stone, his parted lips being the only indication that he's even slightly surprised.

"U-Uh, I'm sorry- it just sorta slipped out-" before you could ever even finish your sentence, Sunghoon is pushing you off his lap, discarding his book on the floor.

"Hoonie- what're you-"

"Getting rid of your birth control." He answers back robotcually.

"Didn't know you were trying to get pregnant but I'm down if you're down."

He flushes your birth control down the drain.

₊ ⊹ - Heeseung

Kink had been a revolving door of conversation between you and Heeseung since the very moment you had sex. It was not uncommon for you both to randomly bring up sexual topics with each other because you were still in the weird and sticky learning stage of your relationship. Heeseung was especially very vocal about the little things you did that drove his mind into sordid places. It was natural for him to randomly say, "Wait that was so hot," or "Fuck do that again," especially when you found yourself, as you currently were, beant over the kitchen counter.

Heeseung had expressed how attractive he found it when you engaged in domestic activities around the house so in actual fact, you should not be surprised that he had your tits pressed against the cold marble counter and your panties stuffed in your mouth because Heeseung loved how much of a slut it made you look for him. "This is such a pretty dress, baby-" Heeseung is absolutely insatiable as he fists your skirt over your ass, rutting into you like he couldn't bear to be apart from your body.

"The moment I saw you-" He's slurring his words together, so utterly caught in lust and you can feel his drool land on your ass. "The moment I saw you I knew I had be inside you, Princess-"

You'd never been particularly affected by nicknames at the best of sometimes, however, it was something about the way he said it -so natural and cute like he truly believed you were his little princess- that had your inhibitions melting away.

"F-Fuck Daddy-"

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum-" Heeseung’s hand lands on your back, pressing you further down onto the counter as he cums prematurely inside you. "F-Fuck!" He huffs. "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!? WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT-"

"Hee, I h-havent cum yet, please-"

He reaches his hand between your bodies, jerking himself off against your folds as he says, "call me daddy again and I'll be ready to fuck you in no time-"

₊ ⊹ - Jake

While not nearly as much of a ddlg indulger, Jake strikes me as the kind of insatiable boyfriend that constantly has his mind in the gutter. So anything you say, no matter how innocent or veiled in a joke it might seem to be, I feel like Jake would somehow find a way to bring the topic back to sex. Innocent Daddy namedrop included.

He's be laying on the bed tapping away at the screen of his phone utterly consumed by a mobile game and if you ask him whether he completed an errand you asked him to run for you, and he mumbles 'yes' and you immediately reply wiyh "Thanks Daddy,"- yeah, his mind is going to unsavoury places.

Jake would discard his phone to the side, and immediately start undoing the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"What is going on right now?" You'd ask as he pulls you onto his lap, immediately cupping your breasts in his palms with his face buried in your neck.

"Daddy huh?"

"U-Um" He'd force your hips to start moving against his lap, all while whining, "You can't just say stuff like that..."

₊ ⊹ - Sunoo

You'd have to catch him in the height of an orgasm in order to get any sort of reaction from it. "Oh my god, Im gonna cum," while he's jerking himself off to your tits, and you sinisterly mumble, "Just like that, Daddy-" hed cum on the spot, but only because you're really hot, DEFINITELY not because you elevating him to a posution of sexual power had any wffect on him. He would be sulky immediately after lile, "Why would you say that!?"

"Why did you cum from it, Kim Sunoo."

Otherwise, I don't imagine that's his vibe. He gets to call you baby, but he does NOT wanna be called Daddy half the time.

₊ ⊹ - Jungwon

He feels like a weird in-between. He'd choke on his water if you whispered, 'Thanks Daddy,' in his ear at one of the team Dinner's but I can imagine him being just as turned on by you calling him baby too.

He falls apart later on when you're both together, alone. Kissing up the side of your neck while he needlessly mumbles, "Call me that again, please?" More wet kisses. "Call me daddy again?"

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covenofagatha · 18 days ago

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But you're my stepmom! (Part 2)

Agatha takes you out to dinner.

Word count: 2500

Warnings: none (I think)

A/N: this ended up being way longer than I was planning, so hope you all enjoy. Happy Agatha night to all who celebrate!

Taglist: @stayevildarling @i-just-cannot @hazey-g @buttercandy16 @320viada

“You’re home early,” your mom says when you walk through the front door. You check your watch and shrug. 4:15. Granted, if you had come from school, you wouldn’t be back right now.

After your encounter with Agatha, you had quickly scooped up the broken glass, tracked down Wanda, and then driven her back to school to drop her off. She had asked if you were coming, but you were buzzing with the thought of dinner with your step-mother that night so you knew there was no way you could’ve focused. And there was no point going to seventh period anyway. It was history – your least favorite subject.

So Wanda went back to class and you went shopping. You didn’t know where Agatha and you were going for dinner, didn’t know the dress code, but you knew how the older woman dressed and you weren’t going to look homeless next to her.

At the mall, you were able to find a tight black dress that accentuates your curves nicely. The neckline was bordering on inappropriate and the hem came down to your mid-thigh, but it was cheap and it made you look good. You had hidden the bag inside your backpack to avoid your mom asking questions.

“I have some homework to do and then Wanda and I are getting dinner,” you tell her. Your mom is a bit touchy with the subject of your father and Agatha, so you know better than to tell the truth.

“Sounds good, hon,” she says, turning back to her computer. “Did you have a good day?”

You hum noncommittally and then go upstairs. The first thing you do is take a shower to wash the chlorine from the swim you and Wanda took earlier and then you curl your hair. You’re not sure why you’re putting so much effort in to look nice for dinner with Agatha. You tell yourself that it’s just because she always looks like she’s just stepped off the cover of Vanity Fair and you don’t want to appear underdressed compared to her, but a small part of you knows you want to look good for her. You shake your head to get rid of the thought.

You apply some light makeup on your face and then slip into the dress you had bought. You dig through your closet and find some short heels that pair nicely. Fuck, you hope Agatha is taking you someplace fancy and not just a chain restaurant.

Your phone buzzes and you look at it. It’s a text from an unknown number: I’ll be there in 20.

Who is this? You type back, figuring it’s Agatha but just wanting to make sure. You find it amusing that you haven’t saved her number. You get an eye roll emoji in response and you smile.

20 minutes to spare. You hate to admit it, but you spend most of that time pacing back and forth in your room, wringing your hands nervously. You’re not sure why nerves are twisting in your stomach. Maybe it’s just because you’ve never spent any one-on-one time with your step-mother before. Maybe it’s the way she was looking at you when she was cleaning up your leg earlier, or the way she squeezed your thighs when you were sitting on the counter.

No, definitely not the latter.

You finally give up on trying to calm down. You throw a hoodie over your dress so your mom doesn’t see it and walk downstairs. She hardly glances at you from her spot at the kitchen table.

“What time will you be back?” she asks.

“Maybe by 8?” you guess. Once again, you have no idea what you’re getting into with Agatha.

“Where are you guys going?”

Can’t answer that either. “When she picks me up, we’re going to figure that out.”

“Well, have fun and don’t stay out too late.”

“I won’t,” you promise, walking over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She’s been looking older every day. The divorce was really hard on her so she’s been burying herself in work for the past two years and it’s finally catching up. “Make sure you eat something.” You get a text. I’m out front, from a still unknown number. You smirk to yourself. “I’ll see you later, mom.” She pats your arm and you walk outside.

A black range rover is parked to the right of your house, out of sight from the windows. You open the passenger seat and get inside, tearing off your hoodie. Thank god you dressed up. She’s wearing a dark burgundy suit that dips low, showing some cleavage. Her long dark hair flows down her back and her gold earrings glint in the sunlight. She looks hot.

And based on how she’s looking at you, she appreciates your outfit as well.

“Where are we going?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“You’ll see,” she says mysteriously, shifting the car into drive. The ride to wherever you’re going is filled with awkward silence. You don’t know if you’re supposed to say something first, but she was the one who dragged you along.

You purse your lips as the minutes pass. You sneak a glance at Agatha and she looks perfectly content. “So, where’s my dad tonight?” you finally ask, not being able to take it anymore.

She smirks knowingly. “A work dinner. You know how things are around this time of the year.” Suddenly, you get angry. You don’t know. You haven’t lived under the same roof as him in two years.

“Oh, sure,” you say, voice caustic. “Back when my parents were still married, he was busy all the time. Glad to hear it’s more of a seasonal thing now.”

She shoots you a look, face soft. “Honey–”

“You know he cheated on my mom, right? What makes you think he won’t do the same to you? Maybe there isn’t a work dinner at all,” you whisper conspiratorially, feeling horrible the moment it comes out of your mouth. The divorce has filled you with a rage that is hard to control and it slips out at the worst possible times. And now you’ve undoubtedly made the rest of the night even more uncomfortable than it already was going to be. “Fuck, Agatha, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

She doesn’t even seem phased, just reaches over and pats your leg. “I know how tough this must be for you.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. That’s all you’ve heard for the past two years. But you do still feel bad for your uncalled outburst. “That doesn’t make it okay. Plus he’d be a fool to cheat on you,” you mutter under your breath, blushing slightly when she smirks.

“How does this sound: tonight, I’m not your father’s new wife. I’m just a woman who wants to get to know you a little better. We can eat, talk, have fun. It doesn’t have to be a step-mother-step-daughter bonding thing if you don’t want it to be.”

“That would be nice,” you begrudgingly admit. She winks and turns into the parking lot of the new Italian steakhouse that has just opened up nearby your house. “Agatha, this is–”

“My treat,” she cuts you off. “Let’s go, sweetheart.” You trail behind her into the restaurant, gaping at how nice it looks. “Hi, reservation for two under Harkness?” It was always wickedly satisfying to you how she didn’t take your dad’s last name.

The hostess nods and beckons for you both to follow her. She seats you at a table tucked away in the corner and places menus in front of you.

“Jesus,” you say, flipping through.

“The first time is always a bit overwhelming,” Agatha says, your cheeks heating up at the double meaning. “How’s your leg doing?”

You had completely forgotten about the cuts. “Oh, it’s feeling better. Thank you, by the way. For cleaning me up and not saying anything–” You remember her rules and you shut your mouth. She chuckles.

“Of course, sweetheart. Like I said, our little secret.”

The waitress comes over and takes your drink orders. You order a shirley temple and Agatha gets a glass of red wine. When she comes back with them, you make a point to stare anywhere but Agatha when she licks her lips after she takes a sip.

“Are you ladies ready to order?” The waitress asks. Agatha recites some dish from memory and you are sure you look like a fish out of water when the waitress turns to you. Agatha stifles a laugh and orders the same thing for you.

“What did you get me?” You turn back to her once the waitress is out of earshot.

“The Filet Portabella. Trust me, you’ll love it.” You’ll have to take her word for it. “So, how is senior year going?”

You launch into the speech that you give every single time someone asks you that, something along the lines of: school is great but it’s stressful with the college search and no, you don’t know where you want to go yet or what you want to major in. It’s one of your least favorite, yet most-often asked questions.

Agatha hangs onto every word out of your mouth, asking some follow ups. You do have to admit, it is nice to talk to a grown up and actually feel listened to.

“So, the girl in the pool with you today. Is she your friend, girlfriend..?” Agatha asks once she’s exhausted the school topic.

“Oh, Wanda? No, we’re just friends. I don’t have a girlfriend. Wait, how did you know I’m gay?” You’re not sure why you’re so flustered.

“Your dad mentioned it. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t breaking into my house for a little romantic rendezvous.” Her tone is teasing.

You blush even harder now. You’re 18 years old and you’ve never had anything close to a ‘romantic rendezvous’ with anyone. “Um, no. She’s just my best friend.” And then because you’re having trouble breathing with her staring at you like that, you try to turn the tables. “You never broke into anyone’s pool when you were in high school just to go for a swim?”

Her eyes glint mischievously. “Never for anything as innocent as just a swim.”

Your mouth runs dry at the image of a younger Agatha (although imagining Agatha right now works too) skinny dipping in a pool with a lover. And then there’s the thought of you and Agatha in her pool. “Oh?” you manage to croak out.

Agatha leans in closer across the table, voice dropping lower. “My friend and I got caught one time by my neighbor. He was supposed to be out of town another two days but came back early. You should’ve seen his face when he walked out back to find us making out in his pool. My friend was so scared, she ran out and jumped over the fence. And then I had to explain myself all alone.”

Your breath catches, mouth opening ever so slightly. “She? You – you’re…” Agatha…likes girls?

A wide smirk slowly spreads across her face. “I don’t like labels. But yes, I’ve dated my fair share of women.”

“Oh. Cool,” you rasp. Thankfully, you’re saved from having to figure out something else to say by the waitress setting two hot plates in front of you.

“Enjoy!” she says, and leaves you two alone again.

You pick up your fork and knife, slicing easily into the meat. You hesitantly pop the piece into your mouth and moan instantly. The filet literally melts in your mouth, giving way to possibly the best thing you’ve ever tasted.

“This is so good,” you mumble while chewing, looking back up at Agatha, who has a strange look on her face. Her eyes are darker than before and you raise an eyebrow.

She blinks and then takes a bite of her meal. “I’m glad you like it sweetheart,” she says, watching you dig back in. You both eat your food in silence and when the check comes, Agatha doesn’t even look at the bill before slapping down her credit card.

“Thank you for dinner,” you say. “I had a really nice time.”

Agatha gives you a real smile. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve really enjoyed tonight as well and I hope we can start spending more time together.” You open your mouth, maybe to protest or maybe to agree, but at that moment, the waitress comes back with her card.

“You both have a lovely night. And can I just say, you two are a really cute couple.”

You choke on nothing and you suddenly are doubled over in a coughing fit. Agatha politely thanks the waitress before coming over to you and patting you on the back. Your throat begins to hurt and your vision blurs with tears, but you can’t stop. She presses your drink into your hand and you take a big gulp, wincing at the burn from the carbonation. You take a few more slow sips.

“You okay?” she asks quietly, now rubbing circles on your back. You cough weakly a few more times before your breathing returns to normal. You stand up, embarrassed. She chuckles as she wipes the tears from your eyes. “You can’t die on me now, sweetheart.”

You run a hand over your forehead. “I’m okay!”

“Is the thought of us being a couple really that unappealing?” Agatha murmurs playfully into your ear as she leads you out of the restaurant with a hand around your waist.

“What? No! I was just startled. You’re my step-mother.” Are you imagining the hint of a frown on her face or is it really there?

She opens the car door for you and then gets in the driver’s seat. “Any plans for the weekend?”

You had honestly forgotten today was Friday. “Um, I don’t think so. My mom’s working all day tomorrow so I might hang out with Wanda or something. I have homework I should probably do as well.”

She hums.

“Do you have plans?” you ask.

She chews on her bottom lip for a moment. “Your father and I both have some work we need to do. It’ll be a chill weekend.”

“That’s good,” you say awkwardly. “I am sorry about what I said earlier. About my dad.”

She glances at you. “Don’t be. I can only imagine how angry and hurt you are.”

“I’m not angry with you. You’re actually not that bad.”

Agatha laughs out loud at that. “Wow, thanks so much, sweetheart.” The pet name, as they have all evening, makes your heart skip a beat.

“You know what I mean,” you grumble.

The drive back to your house goes quick and soon enough, she’s parking in the same spot as earlier.

“Thank you for tonight,” you say again. She smiles softly and leans in. You forget how to breathe but she brushes her lips against your cheek.

“Good night, honey.”

You get out of the car in a haze, mind spinning.

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Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 19

Word Count- 6.4k

Warnings- UNEDITED- I’m tired, and this chapter kicked my ass, swearing, violence, VOMIT- A LOT OF IT, liquor, underage drinking, Theo, Klaus, Stefan

I’m losing it. Or at least I’m about to.

“C’mon, Y/n, it’s not that hard…just paint, for Christ's sake.”

I lift up my paintbrush, which I’ve been holding for the past 15 minutes, and dip it into the dark blue oil paint sitting next to my easel. The easel is currently holding a sickly white and blank canvas. The whiteness practically mocks me as I lift up the paintbrush and keep it a millimeter away from the canvas.

I furrow my eyebrows and continue to hold the paintbrush for so long that some of the paint on the brush is about to slip off.

“UGH!”

I throw the paintbrush back into the water cup next to me and stand up, running a hand through my hair. This is how it’s been for the past week. I sit down in front of this stupid easel and stare at it for fucking hours, and yet nothing comes to me. No inspiration, no sense of creativity, nothing. When I was younger, painting and drawing were things that would ease my soul, but as of now, it’s something that is just pissing me off. Technically it’s not the painting that’s pissing me off, I guess. It’s my creativity or lack of it.

A buzzing in my pocket has me grabbing my phone and answering it, “What?!”

“Pukey, we’ve really got to work on how you answer calls,” Demon laughs from his end of the call.

“What do you want, Toad,” I huff as I rip off the painter’s apron covering my jeans and place it on the seat I was just inhabiting.

“That’s a new one,” He says, and I can pretty much see the smirk on his face as he says it, “Anyways, I have something to tell you. It’s kind of big, so you might want to sit down.”

I scrunch up my face at his words, “Did someone die…other than Ric?”

“What? No. No one died.”

I release a breath, put Damon on speaker, and then walk over to my closet to find a different shirt to wear.

“Are you sitting down?”

I roll my eyes, “Ya…sure.”

“Okay…”

At Damon’s dramatics, I groan, “Demon, if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to hang up. And then you’re going to have to talk to one of your other friends…well, if you had any.”

“So you’re admitting we’re friends,” Damon sasses back.

“Damon! Speak!”

“Damn, woman, fine! Elena and I kissed…well, technically, I kissed her. And I think she kissed me back. I mean, I hope she did. Do I hope she did? Ya, I do.”

At Damon’s confession, I glance at the floor-length mirror on my closet door and watch myself blink rapidly, my face contorting from shock to anger.

“Damon…”

“Ya?”

“I’m going to stick my foot up your ass.”

“Please don’t.”

I quickly grab a light blue sweater off its hanger and then throw it over my head and shoulders, “Too late. I’m coming to your house now, and then when I get there, I’m going to beat you up.”

“I’m actually leaving now, so we’re going to have to postpone this little meetup.”

I huff as I grab my phone and take it off speaker, “Damon, you did something again without thinking.”

Damon is quiet for a moment, and then I hear him sigh, “I did think about it though, Y/n. I’ve thought about it a lot.”

“She’s your little brother’s girlfriend, Damon. The little brother that spent a summer in hell with the devil himself to save your life.”

“I know… But for once, I just… nothing. Never mind,” Damon softly says, and my heart clenches when I hear his tone.

“Damon…”

“Don’t tell anyone, ok? I don’t think Elena wants anyone to know.”

I nod, even though he can’t see me, “Ya, sure, Damon. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thanks.”

Before I can say anything else, Damon ends the call, and I sigh. Can things in this town get any more fucking complicated?

“Y/N!”

I quickly go into alert mode as Theo bursts through my bedroom door with tears in his eyes.

“Theo! What’s wrong?! What happened?! Are you hurt?!”

I quickly run over to my brother and grab his shoulder, trying to asses him for any injuries. Thankfully, I see nothing externally wrong with him.

“He’s gone!”

Theo practically wails like a banshee as he throws himself dramatically into my arms, putting all of his weight onto me.

“Jesus, Theo! Words give me more words! Who is gone?!”

Theo leans back to look down at me, “My precious baby boy!”

I shake my head frantically, “Jeremy! What happened to Jeremy? Is he hurt?”

Theo pushes off of me, resulting in me almost falling backward. I turn and watch my brother as he throws his tall body onto my bed, grabs one of my pillows, clutches it, and then positions himself in a fetal position.

“Theo, explain!”

Theo throws his head back, and with one more wail, he looks up at me, “He’s leaving town! For some weird ass state like Ohio or some shit! Can you believe this horror, Y/n!? He’s LEAVING ME!”

I take a deep sigh of relief and then rub my temple with my index finger, “So he’s not dead?”

“He might as well be! He is to me, at least! That hoe just dropped the bomb on me that he’s leaving me… leaving US…and I’m supposed to be okay with this?!”

I watch my teenage brother go through his tantrum with a bored face.

“Theo…”

“WHAT WOMAN!? Can’t you see that I’m going through something here?!”

“Theo… never mind,” I stare down at my brother and then just sigh. I walk over to him, grab my blanket, and throw it over him, “I’m guessing you’re not going to school?”

Theo peers his head out from the blanket and glares at me, “In this condition?! How do you expect me to live?!”

I blink at my brother and then cover his head back up. “As much as I’d like to stay here and work you through…whatever this is,” I grab my backpack and keys from my desk. But it’s Caroline’s birthday, so I’ve got to go to school.”

Theo doesn’t say anything, and I stand there for a moment, watching the blanketed lump on my bed. “Don’t forget to drink something.”

“Like what!? BLEACH?!”

“I’m too young for this,” I say to myself as I close my door.

—-

“Hey, Y/n,” Elena smiles sheepishly as I meet her at Caroline’s locker.

I stare blankly at my friend as she tapes up a pink streamer to our friend’s locker, “From the look on your face, I’m guessing you heard.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve heard this morning, Elena Gilbert.”

“Jeremy needs to leave Y/n; it’s not safe for him here. As an older sister, too, you should know what I’m doing is only in his best interest.” Elena turns to me and looks at me hopefully. I want to argue with her, but if I were in her position and Theo’s life was in danger, I’d make him leave town, too.

“How’d you convince him to leave? Theo’s having a mental breakdown in my bed at this moment, so I don’t know how Jeremy could just leave so soon.”

Elena turns away from me and then quietly tapes another streamer onto the locker.

“Elena Gilbert… what the hell did you do?!”

Elena turns to me quickly, and her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrow at me, “I did what I had to do to keep my brother safe, Y/n. I had Damon come over last night and compel him to leave town. Jenna is going too.”

I stare blankly at my friend and breathe in and out, trying to stop myself from overreacting.

“Did Damon do that before or after you guys kissed?”

Elena’s brown eyes widen in shock as she closes the small space between us.

“How did you know,” She whisper-yells to me.

“How do you think?! Elena, seriously!”

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late. I, uh, got held up,” Elena and I separate and look over to our witch friend, who frowns at the two of us.

“Is everything ok?”

I turn to Elena and tilt my head, “I don’t know…is it Elena?”

Elena looks at me and then brightly smiles at our friend, “Yep! We just got here to decorate…. Can you help with the balloons?”

Bonnie frowns slightly at me and then leans down to grab the balloons by my feet. She hands them to Elena who thanks her.

“What got you running late?”

Bonnie looks at Elena and then back to me before answering, “I, uh, was working on some spells. You guys?”

Bonnie’s lying.

I’m glancing at her as she fiddles with her fingers. Hmm, it seems like everyone is hiding something nowadays.

“Working out with Alaric,” Elena says. I glance up and notice Bonnie looking at me, waiting for me to answer.

“Talking Theo off the ledge,” I say casually as I lean down to grab a streamer.

“Wait, what?!”

Bonnie’s frightened voice has me turning back toward her, “Nothing new.”

I smile at Bonnie, who stares at me wide-eyed but still nods her head. I gesture to the sign in her hands and she hands it to me. I tape the sign onto Care’s locker.

“So, uh, I have something I need to tell you. And you’re not going to like it.”

At Elena’s words, I let out a low whistle and then backed away from the two, saying, “This is a perfect time for me to go…away.”

Without waiting, I quickly bolt down the hall so I don’t have to be around for Elena telling Bonnie that she had her ex-boyfriend compelled to leave town. No, thank you.

I find comfort by a water fountain until I see Jeremy walk to his locker.

“Jeremy Gilbert, turn around.”

I watch as Jeremy’s shoulders hunch together, and he slowly turns around to face me.

“Hey, Y/n…”

“Don’t; hey, me. Do you know that my brother is at home right now…in my bed, wailing because his best friend is leaving him? After telling him over a phone call!”

Jeremy frowns and looks down, ashamed, “It was something that I found out I was doing just last night.”

I inwardly cringe at that because it’s honestly not this boy’s fault his sister had her not-love compel him.

“I know, Buddy. But telling Theo over the phone and not saying goodbye to him in person? Low blow,” I stare at him for another moment before glaring at the kid, “ALSO! Why the hell did you tell Theo about the supernatural!?”

Jeremy cringes and shrugs his shoulders, “He told you?”

I answer him by glaring.

“I’m going to take that as a yes. Well, he deserved to know. I went through the same thing with being in the dark.”

“But that wasn’t your call to make, Jeremy! You’re his friend. Not his sister!”

“Jeremy?”

At the sound of Bonnie’s voice, I let out a sigh and rubbed my temple. “Just go talk to him in person,” I said, pointing at him.

Jeremy nods, and I roll my eyes before pulling the younger boy in for a hug, “Be safe in Ohio.”

“I’m going to Delaware,” Jeremy says, confused, and I roll my eyes.

“Please tell my brother that. I’m pretty sure he’s planning on flying to Ohio to be with you.”

Jeremy lets out a laugh and smiles, “You be careful too, okay?”

I nod, “Careful as I can be.”

—

“Matt move your fat ass,” I hiss to Matt Donovan as we squeeze in together behind the corner of Caroline’s living room. The birthday girl didn’t show up to see the masterpiece we made of her locker, so we decided to move the party to her house.

“Sorry, Y/n,” The blond boy says as he moves back a step.

“Shhhh! She’s coming,” Elena whispers to us as she and Bonnie stand directly across from us.

The sound of a door opening and closing alerts us, and we jump out, yelling.

“Suprise!”

Caroline’s wide eyes look at the four of us, and she smiles, but it doesn’t seem to meet her eyes.

“Happy Birthday!”

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, you uh blew off school and missed our, uh work of birthday art,” Elena explains as Care walks over to us, inspecting our poster and birthday crowns we’re all wearing,

“Change into warmer clothes; we’re going to the falls. S’mores, campfire,” Bonnie tells her, and I nod excitedly.

“Cake,” Elena chimes in, “Like when we were little.”

“Except with tequila,” Matt says, and I roll my eyes.

“I also brought my speaker and my iPod, so I’m going to be DJing us alllll night,” I jump up and down.

Caroline laughs and smiles at us, “Ah, thanks, guys, really. Um… I’m just not really feeling my birthday this year.”

“I’m sorry, what? You’ve already claimed your birthday as everyone’s favorite day of the year.”

I nod along to what Bonnie just said, “Gurl, be so for real. I haven’t been up for my birthday in years, and yet you threw me a great party. It’s your turn to experience the love,” I say and give her a stern look.

“Ya, well, it’s just a reminder now technically I’m dead,” Caroline retorts.

Oh.

“Look, I didn’t even like 17. And the only point was to get to 18. It’s a filler year. I’m stuck in a filler year.”

Elena shakes her head at Caroline’s words, “You’re not stuck, Caroline.”

“Ya, I am. But it’s okay. You know it’s all good. I will be fine. But I just need some time to wallow in it.”

I awkwardly play with my fingers at the tension in the room.

“Okay,” Elena says, “Well, I think I have another idea.”

—

“Oh god,” I look at the cemetery we’re walking into. You guys realize that this is a horror movie, stupid, right?!”

I turn to Matt, Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena, who all laugh at me, thinking I’m joking. I’m not.

“Guys, I’m being serious! You know when you’re watching a horror movie, and the dumb blonde makes some dumbass decision that puts her right into the hands of the maniac killer? Ya, that’s us right now! We’re the dumb blondes!”

They all laugh but keep walking towards the crypt.

“This is going to end so badly! I’m calling it now. So when something bad happens, don’t be pissed off when I say I told you so! You hear me,” I watch as they all walk into the small building while I stand alone in the dark cemetery, “Guys!?”

I stand by myself, debating on going in. A snapping branch from behind me makes me pretty much shit myself.

“Oh fuck this,” I quickly run to the crypt, throw open the door, and shut it behind me.

“I hate you all.”

“We love you, too,” All four of them say together like some weird ass cult.

Elena walks over to me, throws her hand over my shoulder, and pulls me into her, “As I was saying… Technically, Caroline’s dead. Sorry, but you don’t need a birthday. You need a funeral. You need to say goodbye to your old life so that you can move on with your new one.”

I whip my head over to my best friend and gawk at her. Then, I think for a moment and realize for once that her plan wasn’t completely horrible.

Caroline seems to think so, too, as she laughs.

“Okay,” The birthday girl takes off her purple tiara and places it down, “Here lies Caroline Forbes.”

“Cheerleader, Miss Mystic Falls,” Elena moves us to Caroline’s cake and starts putting candles on it. “Third-grade hopscotch champion.”

“Friend… daughter,” Bonnie adds as she walks over to the blonde, “Overachiever.”

“Mean girl, sometimes,” Matt takes his turn, “No offense.”

“Ah, none taken.”

“Best party thrower in the history of Mystic Falls and the most scandalous friend I’ve ever had,” I smile at the blonde, and she smiles back at me.

“You bet your ass I am.”

“She was 17, and she had a really good life,” Elena finishes putting the candles on the cake, and we walk it over to Caroline, “So rest in peace so that you can move forward. That’s what you really need. It’s what we all really need. Amen, or cheers or whatever.”

I laugh as Matt raises the bottle of Tequila in the air.

“Uh, Bonnie,” Elena gestures to the unlit cake, and Bonnie smiles. We all watch as our witch friend closes her eyes, and a moment later, the dark crypt is lit up by the orange glow of the birthday candles.

I jump up and down, “Huzzah! Make a wish!”

—

“I love this song!”

I dance around the crypt nursing my root beer as my friends all pass around the bottle of tequila. They offered me my first dibs, but I turned them down.

I dance by Bonnie and grab her arms. Her laugh echoes off the stone walls as we sway back and forth to “Jessie’s Girl.”

“Uh oh, I need it more than you. Trust me…” Elena says to Matt over the music, “Caroline, what are you doing?”

Bonnie and I swing to look at the blonde, who is currently hunched over her phone.

“Huh? Hmmm? Nothing.”

Bonnie and I share a look at the blatant lie.

“Okay,” Elena says, “You’re a bad sober liar. You’re an even worse drunk liar.”

Caroline cringes, “I might’ve texted Tyler.”

I blow out a low breath, and Elena presses pause on my iPod, shutting off the music.

“Until next time, my love,” I lean down and kiss Bonnie’s hand, and she giggles.

“Caroline…”

“What,” Caroline whines, “I’m delicate.”

Bonnie sits down on the stone floor, “Okay, give her a break. You can’t control what everyone does all the time.”

“Oh shit,” Matt and I shoot an awkward look at each other.

“Wow,” Elena says to the witch.

“I’m sorry; I know it’s Caroline's birthday funeral or whatever, but I just feel it’s really wrong that you compelled Jeremy to leave town.”

And this is one of the many reasons I don’t drink.

Elena frowns, “I’m doing it to protect him, Bonnie. I wanna give him a chance at a halfway normal life.”

“He should be able to choose how he wants to live it. You’re taking his choices away.”

Elena shakes her head, “Bonnie, you can’t tell him.”

“Why? Are you going to compel me not to?”

“You know, you guys are ruining a perfectly good funeral,” Matt interrupts…thankfully.

“I’m sorry,” Bonnie stands up. I’m just going to go sleep it off or something. Happy Birthday.”

I watch with raised eyebrows as Bonnie leaves.

—

I stare down at Matt’s lips and then back up to his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I can’t!”

I throw myself back, and Caroline, Elena, and Matt all laugh.

“My first kiss is not going to be with my work husband. I’m a chicken, and I fault on my dare,” I say and raise my hands in surrender.

“Wait! First kiss?!?! You’ve never had your first kiss? What the hell, Y/n,” The drunk blonde vampire throws herself into my lap so she’s straddling me, and I let out a loud laugh.

“Ya, nope. I have no game. No kissing for me,” I say casually.

“I bet Elijah thinks otherwise,” Caroline says seductively, and I shove her off my laugh.

“Shut up!” I try to act cool, but I can feel myself warming up.

“I’m serious,” Caroline stands up, or at least tries to, “We’re going to go find Stefan, get him to wake Elijah up, and then that hunky suited Original is going to lay one big slobbery kiss on those pink lips of yours!”

Caroline nods to herself as if this is the best idea she has ever come up with.

“Elijah does not want to kiss me,” I deny.

“Yes, he does,” all three of them say, and I whip my head over to Matt, who is sitting next to me.

“How the hell do you even know that? You’ve never met the guy… neither have you, Caroline!”

Matt shrugs and takes another sip of the tequila, “I saw him that day when you, Damon, Ric, and Jenna were at the Grill. And I also saw the way he looked at you when you weren’t looking, Y/n, and that man defiantly wanted to kiss you. Maybe even more.”

My mouth drops open, and I hear Elena and Caroline laughing beside us. “Shut up!”

“It’s true,” Matt raises three fingers, “Scouts Honor! I’m a guy, Y/n. Trust me when I say I know what a guy looks like when he wants a girl.”

I shake my head defiantly, “You’re all drunk and out of your minds.”

The door behind me opens, and I jump. “Holy hell! It’s the maniac killer! I told you all!”

I whip around and then sigh when it’s only Tyler: “False alarm. It's just the dog.”

Matt stands up and glares at the intruder.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to crash the party.”

“So don’t.”

At Matt’s words, I let out a little “oop.”

Caroline quickly sits up, “No, uh, it’s okay. Hi.”

Tyler turns his attention to the birthday girl, “Can I talk to you for a second? It’s kind of important.”

Caroline sighs and then nods her head. She begins to walk out, but I grab her hand, stopping her, “If he does anything, just scream, and I’ll be there to kick his ass for you.”

Caroline smiles softly and nods her head. She walks past Tyler, and I shoot him one last glare and then swipe a finger over my throat threateningly.

After they exit, Matt and I sit back down.

“Are you okay,” Elena asks Matt.

“Yeah, I want her to be happy, you know?”

I smile softly as I stare at the blonde boy. Not many people give him props, but I think he’s a pretty cool guy. If my best friend started dating my ex-boyfriend, I’d lose my shit.

“That’s what I want for all of you guys in the middle of this crazy life you got stuck living.”

Elena frowns, “Is that how you see it? That we’re stuck?”

“I don’t think that’s what he means, E,’’ I shake my head.

“No, I’d say it’s attached itself to all of you pretty tight, yeah,” Matt says and I just lean back.

“Bonnie’s right, you know I have no business messing in Jeremy’s head. I just don’t know what else to do. He's in danger here. I can’t lose anyone else that I love.”

Well, this night just got melodramatic.

—

“Great. We’ve been abandoned. We’re going on a search party. I don’t trust she won’t get back together with him,” Elena says as we step outside, trying to find Caroline.

Matt stands in front of us with a flashlight. I’m currently clutching onto Elena’s arm as I look wearily around the graveyard.

“Matt, you go first,” I nod ahead at the boy and then lean over to whisper to Elena, “He’s a guy, so the killer will take him first. Horror movie logic,” I nod, and she rolls her eyes at me and pulls me closer, “I’ll protect you.”

“Let’s hope those training sessions with Alaric have been working, or else we’re both dead.”

“Caroline!”

“Come on, Caroline! We don’t have anymore drinks, and Matt’s being haunted by the fell ghosts,” Elena walks us over to Matt.

I whip my head to Elena, “Hoe, don’t say that,” I look behind us quickly, “You’ll wake them up!”

When I turn back around, though, a scream escapes my throat as Matt is being thrown against the crypt wall.

“It’s the killer!! Run, Elena,” I tug on Elena’s hand, but everything goes black before I can take another step.

—

“Ugh,” I groan in pain at the fire coming from my temple.

“Y/n! Wake up,” Elena’s voice calls from somewhere around me.

“I got kidnapped again, didn’t I,” I groan as I slowly open my eyes and frown when I realize I’m in the backseat of Stefan’s car.

“That’s on me,” The vampire says as he doesn’t take his eyes off the road.

“Ya, no shit, Sherlock.”

Stefan pulls out his phone and dials a number before setting it up on the dash.

“Stefan, you are no longer my favorite Salvatore. And that really fucking sucks because the only other choice I have is Damon, and that’s a low bar.”

Stefan ignores me.

“Stefan, how nice to hear your voice,” I freeze up when a familiar British accent fills my ears.

“Tell your hybrids to get out of town, Klaus,” Stefan replies.

“Well, that’s not gonna happen until I get my coffins back.”

Stefan laughs, and a lousy feeling washes over me, “Okay, well, then I’m gonna drive your blood source and your obsession off Wickery Bridge.”

Tears instantly fill my eyes, “Stefan, what are you talking about?!”

“Y/n,” Klaus says my name sternly, “Stefan, I don’t believe you. You won’t kill them.”

I let out a gasp as Stefan harshly bites into his wrist and shoves it into Elena’s mouth. I scream when the car starts to swerve as Stefan no longer has his hands on the wheel.

“Y/n! What’s going on,” Klaus almost frantically yells into the phone.

Stefan sits back and grabs the wheel, “I just fed her my blood. No more hybrids if she’s a vampire.”

“You won’t do it,” Klaus says, and I want to cry because I know he will not relent.

“Really? Try me because your coffins are next to go. After, of course, I kill your pretty little mate, who is currently crying in my back seat. I didn’t figure it out at first, Klaus, but after some time, I did. Tell me, what happens to a hybrid after their human mate is killed?”

Mate? What the fuck is Stefan talking about?!

“She’s nothing to me, Stefan. I don’t know what delusions you’ve cooked up in that head of yours, but you're being delusional. Kill her, see if I care.”

Tears explode out of my eyes when I hear Klaus tell Stefan that.

“Stefan,” I sob, “Please don’t! Theo…Theo needs me, okay? I can’t leave him! Please don’t make me leave him!”

Elena quickly reaches behind her and grabs my shaking hand.

My breathing comes out erratic as I see the bridge come closer to us.

“Say goodbye to your family, Klaus,” Stefan growls as he floors it, and I let out a scream.

“Stefan, slow down!”

“Stefan, please stop!”

“Fine. I’ll send them away. You win,” Klaus relents, but Stefan doesn’t slow down.

“Stefan, please stop!!! Klaus, do something,” I yell hopelessly.

“Stop the car, Stefan! Or I swear to god,” Klaus yells into the phone. A moment later, I’m thrown forward as the car comes to a screeching halt.

I don’t think I’m breathing as I stare ahead wordlessly. My vision is blurred by the thousands of tears flowing down my face.

“Y/n! Come on,” I feel a tug on my shoulders, and I move on autopilot as I’m being forced out of Stefan’s car.

“Elena, Y/n, get in the car,” Stefan’s voice calls from behind us.

I don’t say anything as I stare blankly at the dark forest ahead of me. I can hear Elena and Stefan arguing, but I can’t focus on anything they say. All I can really hear is the loud beating of my heart.

A weight around my shoulders shocks me as I feel Elena weep into the corner of my neck.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m so sorry.”

—

“Come on, Pukey. Let’s go home.”

I look away from the dark pavement I have been staring at for the past 15 minutes and stare up at the blue-eyed vampire who is staring down at me. When I don’t say anything, Damon kneels to my sitting position.

“Shit,” Damon winces and reaches his hand up to softly touch my forehead, “He got you good, didn’t he?”

Damon brings his wrist to his mouth, and I quickly flinch away.

“Please, don’t,” I say, and more tears fall from my eyes.

Damon’s face drops, and he quickly puts his wrist down, “Ya, okay.”

Damon stares at me for a long moment as if thinking of what to do. With a sigh, I feel his hands go under my arms and legs, and I’m being picked up.

“I can walk,” I softly say.

“I highly doubt that,” Damon says back.

—

An hour later I’m sitting on my bathroom floor clutching the toilet. I’ve been throwing up for the past 15 minutes, and I don’t see any signs of stopping anytime soon.

My phone ringing catches my attention and I go to ignore it until I see Matt calling. Shit.

I pick up the phone and answer it, “We’re fine, Matt,” I try to get out even though my throat burns.

“Tyler bit Caroline.”

—

“Y/n? I didn’t think I’d hear from you,” Alastair sounds happy as he answers my call.

“Alastair,” I stop and take a sip of my water, trying to keep down more vomit.

“Y/n? What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“I’ve had a long night,” I am able to get out, “I need a favor.”

“I’ll be right over.”

—

Alastair rushes up the steps of my porch, and he growls when he sees the condition I’m in.

“What the fuck happened? Who did this to you? I’ll kill them,” Alastair kneels in front of me and takes my face into his hands, accessing my face.

“I don’t matter. That's not why I called you,” I try to push him away, but I’m so dehydrated and tired that I really have no strength.

“Of course, you matter,” Alastair harshly says, “You matter more than practically anything.”

“Alastair, please. I don’t want to fight…I don’t think I can.”

At my weak words, Alastair nods, “Okay, let’s go inside and talk.”

I shake my head, “Elena’s asleep in my room. I don’t want to wake her. Besides, I need you to take me to Klaus.”

At the mention of the Original, Alastair freezes.

“What? Why?”

“Caroline,” I swallow, a sob building in my throat, “Tyler bit her. I need…Klaus needs to..”

Harsh breaths escape me, and Alastair doesn’t waste any time pulling me into him.

“I’ve got you. It’s okay. I’ve got you, babe.”

“Please, Alastair. I need to see him!”

Alastair doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I’m about to get on my knees and start begging, but I release a heavy sigh of relief once I feel him nod.

“Ya, okay. I’ll take you to him.”

—

“He lives here?”

I look up at the mansion, which looks like it’s in construction, and frown.

“We both do,” Alastair comes up from behind me and guides me up a massive staircase to the front door.

“I’m too exhausted to ask you about that right now,” I say weakly, and I hear him laugh.

I take a deep breath as Alastair steps in front of me and pushes open the enormous front door. He moves out of the way so I can enter, and even though the house/mansion is still being built, it’s still stunning.

“What is she doing here?”

Klaus seems to trigger my waterworks because as soon as I turn around and see him walking over to Alastair and me, the floodgates open.

“I hate you,” I try to say, but it comes out mostly in sobs.

I feel Alastair place a hand on my shoulder comfortingly, but I don’t take my eyes off of the Original.

Klaus watches me and then turns to Alastair, “Leave us.”

I feel my lip quiver as I wait for Alastair to follow his orders, but I feel Alastair’s hand tighten on my shoulder.

“No.”

Klaus narrows his eyes at the younger vampire, “What do you mean no?”

“I mean…no. I’m not leaving her. Not in the state.”

I watch Klaus glare at Alastair, and in fear of Klaus hurting another one of my friends, I turn to Alastair.

“Go, I’ll be okay.”

Alastair looks down at me and shakes his head.

“Go, Alastair, please.”

At my pleading, Alastair sighs profoundly and then nods his head, “I’ll be in the other room.”

I stare at my hands as I feel the door shut behind Alastair, leaving Klaus and me alone.

“Can I sit down, please,” I look up to Klaus with teary eyes.

The hybrid stares at me with furrowed brows before slowly nodding his head and gesturing to a bench in the corner of the room.

I place myself slowly on the bench and stare up at the man in front of me.

Klaus stands about 8 feet away, and for the first time, he almost seems uncomfortable. He has an odd expression on his face, his hands are shoved in his jeans, and he keeps switching his body weight from one foot to the other.

“Why did you do it?”

Klaus looks at me, “I do a lot of things, love. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

The entryway light flickers for a moment, and I let out a groan of pain as I clutch my head. The migraine I’ve been sporting all night is kicking my ass.

“Y/n,” Klaus’ voice calls to me, “What’s wrong?”

I don’t say anything, to focused on my pain, but I freeze when I feel a warm hand run its way through my messed-up hair. I release a quivering breath, and for some reason, I find myself leaning into the touch. Into his touch.

“Breathe, Astin Min,” Klaus’ voice seems to push through my pain, and I’m able to register his words, “Tell me what’s happening.”

I open my eyes and realize that Klaus is quite literally standing over me. His hand is still soothingly running itself up and down my hair. I also realize his body is quite literally touching mine. He’s standing between my knees, and in horror, I know I was resting my head on his lower abdomen. I fight back the horror and look up to see him already staring down at me, and I feel my breathing stop altogether. The look on his face has my bottom lip quivering. He’s looking down at me with this…softness. His eyebrows are squished together but not in the usual annoyed way. His eyes were once harsh and dark and light and filled with something so…human.

“I think…,” Klaus nods, waiting for me to continue, “I think I’m going to puke again.”

I quickly lean over and throw up into a potted plant.

Interestingly, though, Klaus’ hand doesn’t move from my head. It’s now holding back my hair as I defile this plant.

After I think I’ve finally thrown up everything I’ve ever consumed, I lean back. Klaus steps back a tiny step as well. And if I were a stronger woman, I’d say that I didn’t miss the feeling of him. But right now, I’m not a strong woman.

“You hurt my friend.”

I look up to Klaus, who stares down at me. I want to sob as I no longer see the once-soft look in his eyes. If it was even there at all. Maybe I imagined the whole fucking thing.

“I know.”

“Please heal her,” I softly ask.

Klaus stares down at me and shakes his head, “I can’t do that, Y/n.”

I bite down on my lip as it starts to quiver, “But you can. All you have to do is give me some of your blood, and then it’ll heal her. And everything will be ok,” I let out a small sob, “I need it to be all okay. Okay?”

Klaus continues to stare down at me, and I let out a loud sob when I see no change in his face.

I stand up on shaking legs and walk towards him.

“Please, Klaus. I know you hate me. Trust me, you’re not the only one; I’m not a likable person,” I let out a pathetic laugh, “And I’m nothing special, no witch, werewolf, doppelganger, or anything like that. I am not rich, so I can’t give you any money or anything worth value, but…I’m asking you,” I shake my head, “No, I’m begging you, please. Please help my friend. I’ll do anything you ask. Caroline…Caroline’s a good person, and she has a bright future. A bright future that she deserves. She’s my friend, and I don’t have many friends. Not that it matters to you, but…if there’s something I can give you. Please… please tell me.”

I stand there, pathetically crying, in front of the Original Hybrid.

With blurry vision, I watch his hand rise, and I close my eyes, accepting my fate, but once I feel his warm palm resting against my cheek and his thumb brushing away my tears, I let out yet another sob.

“I can do practically anything on this Earth, Astin Min. But, hating you? That is something I could never do. Even if I wanted to…even if I tried.”

I release a shaky breath, and maybe it’s because I’m fighting a nasty head injury, dehydration, and a severe lack of sleep, but I find myself leaning back into the man. And maybe because I’m a weeping teenage girl…or maybe not, but he lets me.

We stand there for what seems like forever, Klaus’ arms wrapped around my shaking body. But then I remembered why I had come there, and finding comfort in the man who was responsible made me pull away.

I don’t look back up to him, but I can feel his eyes on me.

“Alastair.”

Klaus’ voice calls, and within a split second, Alastair bursts into the room and looks at me—or really checks me over—almost like a worried mother.

Klaus moves away from me and over to a table in the other room. I watch silently as he grabs a glass, raises his hand to his mouth, and bites into it. He then lets his blood fill the glass.

“Take this to her friend,” Klaus says, walking back over to us and handing the glass to Alastair.

I release a relieved sigh.

Alastair nods and then gestures for me to follow, “Come on, Y/n.”

“No,” Klaus’s voice stops both of us. I’ll take her home. You bring that to her friend.”

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icarusredwings · 1 month ago

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Thinking about how Charles failed to help Wade and literally went brain dead because of how much chaos is going on in there, one of if not the strongest brains, completely destroyed by how much shit is in there but... There's no charles in Finding Home Au because this universes Charles went out with Logan.

But what if Jean gave him a crack? Jean likes a good challenge and Wade cant keep a therapist to save his life. And Jean owes Logan one sooo....

Why not?

"A-are you sure? Jean you can't-" he glances over to wade across the room. "You can't go in there."

"Ive been in yours."

Logan scoffs. "You think MY head is messy? You don't understand, I've seen his phyc evaluations. One of the testers is in a phycward right now." He whispers through grit teeth, not wanting to bad mouth his husband but...it was the truth. It was a shit show in there. But it was Wade's show none the less.

She rolls her eyes. "Fine. I won't."

With a quick twitch of his nose, Logan glares. "You're lying."

"Yeah. Well what are you going to do about it? Hey Wade? Can you come with me for a second?"

Logan swallows as he watches him jog over, eager to help in what ever way he can. He bit his tounge with his canines. Where's Kurt? He needs a prayer done. For the both of them. In all honesty he wasn't sure which one needed it more.

Within 15 minutes, As logans pacing the hall infront of her door, She happily opens it up.

"Sooooo one.. You are so right. It's a mess in there."

"I told you not to look, red!!"

"It was just a peak! Anyway- I rearranged a few things anndd Tada!"

Rushing into the room, he's worried of what she's done to him. He expected smoothbob from that one episode when SpongeBob lost his personality and became boring, but instead, Sitting on the edge of her bed, there he was.

Tears were running down his face as he played with a rubrix cube, the cube wet from tears as he stared off into space, thick black headphones over his ears. His eyes flickered back and forth, his hands busy.

"..Wade?? Jean!" He scolds her, worried.

Giggling a bit, She pats his shoulder. "Oohh calm down tiger. He's fine. He's just.... Silent."

He glares. "What are you ta-"

"Bilateral 8th dimention audio stimulation." She smiles. "Aka- Science!"

"Why is he crying? Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all. I told you, It's silent."

"You..."

"Mhm."

"I-.. How did you get rid of them? We've tried so much medication! Nothing works because of his healing factor. You're telling me this whole time he just needed music therapy?"

"Welllll and for me to plug a few serotonin receptors, but yeah. Practically the same thing.. besides.. I didn't get rid of them. They're just quiet... for now."

Logans' smile fades. "Oh.."

"But hey, At least we found something, right? So if it gets too bad, you can always shut him-"

Logans brow raised.

"Them- Up. Just for a song or two." She mutters, glancing to her phone. "He's in the middle of Pentatonix right now. If you bring him by every week or so, I can maybe dig through that trash heap and patch up some more chemical imbalances." She mutters, putting a hand to her chin. "Not sure if it would stay though, so if his head gets chopped off or something, I'll have to do it all over agai-"

Before she could finish, Logan interrupted. "So he's... relieved?"

"Yes." She smiles.

"Without pain??"

"The most I could spare."

He hugs her tight. "Thanks, Jeanie! You're amazing!!" She blushes, having not been hugged by Logan since.. well.. since before he died. It was awkward, but.. warmer. Then she remembered.

When he pulls away, she watches he rushes over, sitting next to him, but Wade doesn't respond. He glances back. "What did you tell him by the way?"

"Oh, yeah hold on." Right as this song ended, She turned off the headphones, making him blink and look up, confused. Wiping his tears he glanced at the unfinished cube and then to Logan as if he wasn't even aware he was there.

"I-... Why am I crying? Uhm.. I didn't finish it.. It's still... messed up." He says as slowly the noise in his head starts again.

"Oh, that's alright. You can finish it next time. You did very well for your first time." She tells him, giving him that motherly smile, the large belly just adding to the feeling of praise.

"Oh.. uhm.." he swallows, smiling awkwardly. "Okay. Do.. do you need help with anything else?"

She thinks for a second. "I mean.. it would be really nice if you tied my shoes. I uhm... I can't reach. For obvious reasons."

"Because you're a planet?"

"Pregnant!" She snaps. "T-there's a difference.. but yes."

It's Logan who ties her shoes, Wade handing back her unsolved cube, unaware of what had just happened. He had an idea, but he wasn't 100% sure. For all he knew and how she praised him, they could have totally just done an epic sex thing, and he didn't remember what so ever.

Taking Logan's arm he felt... relaxed. Still baffled but they weren't as loud anymore. Talking in his head instead of screaming bloody murder (which some were demanding). "That was... weird. Did I just get mind fucked? GASSPP Loagie you let her mind fuck me!?"

"Eehh kind of. Come on bub. We going headphone shopping."

"Oooh I must have done really well then if Im getting treats!"

Standing at the door, She smiles as they leave. Seeing such a big toothy grin on the both of them was so different. And yet? It felt good. Nice to see him so happy. So deeply devote to someone... and.. if she wasn't mistaken.. she had seen a thought or two of discount engagement rings in that messy little head of his, though just looking for a split second, a glimpse, gave her a massive headache...

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sleepyparalysisdmon · 11 days ago

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Imperfect Love

The three times Joshua sees you look down on yourself, and the one where he finally can’t take it anymore.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: reader is insecure about their physical appearance

This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.

One

It’s Thursday morning and Joshua has the day off. He wakes up with you and while you get ready for work, he prepares some breakfast. You usually leave at 8:15 but he’s still sipping coffee and waiting for you at 8:17 as the food gets cold. It’s unlike you. You’re always so punctual. So he gets up, wandering into your shared bathroom.

You’re huffing, putting on another layer of powder over your chin. “You okay, darling?” He asks gently.

“No. I’m breaking out badly lately and this makeup isn’t helping any. What time is it?”

“You’re running a little late,” he admits. You snatch up your phone and hiss at the time. Things get dumped back into your makeup bag. He doesn’t like the way anxiety is bleeding out of you as you rush for a cardigan and your bag. “Hey, breath for a second.” He stops you with hands on your shoulders. “Just send your boss a message and say you’re running a little late. You need to eat something first.”

You frown at him and he frowns back. “I don’t have time, Joshua. You didn’t make anything yet, did you?”

“I did,” he sighs. He knows he won’t get anywhere with the whole ‘be late’ thing, so he changes his game plan. “Why don’t I drive you? It will give you a few extra minutes to eat something before you go. It’s supposed to rain anyway.”

You sigh, looking a little relieved. “If you’re sure. I really wish you’d sleep in and rest on your day off though.”

He brushes it off, pulling your seat out for you and putting a plate in front of you. Within the hour, he drops you off at work, but he doesn’t go straight home. He calls his makeup artist and stops by the store first.

At 5pm, he picks you up and drives you home. He starts dinner while you go to take a shower. On the bathroom counter there’s a shiny bag with your name on it. Inside is a a couple new cleansers, one that’s gentle and one that’s for acne. That’s not a surprise. You both share things like this and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten something for you only for him to use it too.

But there’s a palette of cream makeup in the bottom of the bag. The shades look right. You’ve never tried anything like it before. After your shower, you meet Joshua in the kitchen. “Did you stop and get the stuff on the bathroom counter today?”

He doesn’t look at you as he chops some things. “Yeah. My makeup artist recommended the cream makeup if you have breakouts. Thought you might give it a try since you weren’t happy with your makeup this morning.”

You frown. “Thank you, Joshua.”

He gives you a sweet smile, puckering his lips for a kiss. Once he’s gotten what he wants, he says, “Whatever makes you happy, darling. Let me know if the shades aren’t right. Now, how much garlic is too much garlic?”

The next day you get numerous compliments on your new makeup and it makes you smile to yourself at your desk throughout the day. You aren’t even thinking about the huge breakout on your chin anymore.

Two

You and Joshua regularly go to the gym together. You have a routine. A little bit of cardio and a little bit of weights. Nothing too intense. He doesn’t need it because of the hours of dance practice he puts in already. And you aren’t a fan of the gym in the first place, but you know it’s good for you so you suffer through the workout at least a few times a week.

He turns off the treadmill next to you and glances at you. This is usually the signal to move on. He raises an eyebrow when you don’t stop jogging. “Twenty minutes are up, darling.”

“I think I’m going to just do cardio today. No weights.” Your breath comes out in short bursts from exertion.

“Oh,” he says. He’s a little disappointed. He likes working out with you and spotting you. And he doesn’t need to do anymore cardio today. “Any reason in particular?”

“I put on a few pounds.” You say it so simply, so casually, but it makes him frown. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop when you’re ready to go home.”

He knows it’s no use arguing. That doesn’t stop him from rushing through his reps and even skipping a few exercises altogether. He doesn’t want you to over-exert yourself if he takes too long. You look a little weak as you two leave the gym. After a warm shower for both of you, Joshua sits next to you on the couch, pulling your legs up into his lap, kneading the muscles lightly. You wince and sigh ever now and then and he can’t help but say something. “Darling, you know you don’t have to put yourself through that in the gym. I love you and your body the way you are.”

You frown up at him. “It’s just a few pounds.”

He frowns back, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach. “Darling, think about what I do for work. I know it’s never just a few pounds, because it will never feel like enough. Promise me you’ll be gentle with yourself, okay?”

You nod, but he’s not convinced that you mean it. The next day he insists that you both skip the gym and go for a walk instead.

Three

Joshua is out shopping with you because you’ll be attending an event with him and need an outfit. He’s sitting on one of the benches in the private dressing room. You’ve been in there for a while and he has yet to see anything you took into the room with you. “Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah.” It’s not convincing and he stands up coming to the door, knocking lightly.

“Come on, darling. Show me what you’ve got so far,” he says gently. He hears a huff and the door swings open. He thinks you look stunning but you’re frowning at him.

“Joshua, none of these are really my style.”

His eyes drift up and down before landing on your little pout. “Y/N, you look incredible in this. What don’t you like about it?”

You turn to the mirror in the dressing room, turning this way and then that way. Your hand lands on your stomach. He feels so, so sad when he watches you suck in your stomach a bit. “It’s just a little too tight,” you finally say.

He steps into the dressing room, arms wrapping around your waist, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. “Darling, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, you know that. But you do look beautiful in this.”

You’re still frowning, looking at the other dresses hanging on the hook by the door. They’re all equally tight and he knows none of them will make you comfortable. With some finality, he kisses you one more time before taking all of the hangers from the hook. “Stay here. I’ll ask the consultant for some other styles.”

Half an hour later, he smiles at you as you spin in a different dress. It’s got ruching and a small bow around the waist, disguising and distracting from the part that had you so upset earlier. “What do you think?” He asks hopefully.

You’re doing the same tests and angles as earlier and he lets you. He can tell you’re a little relieved by what you see and he’s relieved to see that the little pinch between your eyebrows isn’t so prominent. “I think this one will work. What do you think?”

“You could wear a trash bag and you’d be beautiful. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

While waiting for the consultant to ring up the dress, you press a kiss to his cheek and say thank you. He knows what you mean - it’s not about paying for the dress, though that’s surely part of it, but rather the patience he had for your selection process. Still, he simply says, “Of course.”

Four

You’ve been quiet all night at said event. At first he chalks it up to your shyness. You aren’t in the industry and the cameras and media make you anxious. He lets you ride it out, holding your hand or wrapping his arm around you every opportunity he has. You know the members that are present and it seems to ease you a bit too.

In the car on the way home, he starts to chalk it up to you being tired. It’s been a long week for you and these events would zap all of the energy out of anyone, but particularly if you aren’t used to it. Inside the house, he helps you out of your heels and dress, and into some pajamas. You both have a routine after things like this. He sits you on the bathroom counter and stands between your legs. It’s his turn first to take off his makeup. You gently cleanse his face and then it’s your turn.

He knows something’s up for sure when you don’t crack a smile at the silly headband he puts on you. Once your face is clean, he kisses your nose and peers down at you when your lips barely turn up at the gesture. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“Do you wish I looked like them?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Like who?”

You twist the string of his hoodie to avoid looking at him. “Like the idols you work with.” He’s silent, gritting his teeth a bit. “They’re all so pretty and polished. I’m nothing like that.”

He scoffs. “That’s it. You have to stop talking about my girlfriend like that.” You glance up at him in surprise. He’s always so gentle with you, but frustration bleeds into his tone. “You’ve been talking so poorly about yourself lately. Tell me everything that’s bothering you so I can either help you fix it or put your mind at ease.”

“What’s there to fix, Joshua? Nothing would ever make me look like that.”

“Exactly. I want you to look like you.” He gives you a kiss, like he’s trying to pour all of his affection for you into it. “Be nice to my girlfriend, please. I love her too much to hear things like that, okay?”

You feel a little bit of emotion bubble up and you lean into his chest. “I love you too.” You mean it. You know he’d do anything to help you and maybe you should start asking.

#seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #joshua x reader #joshua #joshua hong

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johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend · 3 months ago

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hello!! I was wondering if you could do a johnnie x reader smut where y/n sits on johnnies lap and he fingers her and talks softly to her while doing it 😝

of COURSE i can this is also kinda answering this request!: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, how are you? I was wondering if i could request a johnnie x reader (gf) smut where she has a hand kink and johnnie makes her get off on his thigh and his fingers (im such a slut for dom johnnie)

𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CONTAINS: angst?, fluff, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), praising, fingering, creampie, squirting (new feature unlocked😱), overstimulation (going round4round)

WC: not sure rn

story below the cut:

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throughout the past few weeks, johnnie had been unavailable. whether it was filming, or hanging out with jake and carrington. of course you still saw him, but you missed him. by the time you would wake up, the other side of the bed was already empty. this didn’t only make you sad, but frustrated. you just wanted your boyfriend to be there for you, and have someone to lean on. it was 2 p.m., where once again, you wake up cold, with no arms around you.

y/n: where are you?

johnnie: filming again, sorry baby i’ll be back later

y/n: r we still on for dinner tonight?

johnnie: of course, i’ll see you soon ❤️

y/n: okay have fun, love you :)

you sigh, feeling mentally and physically drained despite not doing a single thing. at least you and johnnie had actually planned for something tonight even with his busy schedule.

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sitting at the vanity, you were patting light makeup on your skin, followed by some cute eyeliner and lip gloss. the time was currently 7:30 and the reservation was for 8:15 p.m., so he should be there any minute. throwing on a cute black mini dress, paired with some heels, your outfit was complete.

y/n: helloooo its 7:50

y/n: we need to leave like now

y/n: ?? (delivered)

5 minutes pass, then 20, then an hour. you sat on your phone, scrolling on tiktok before finally accepting the reality of the situation. he wasn’t coming anytime soon. and that’s when you started to cry. taking off your shoes and putting on a hoodie, you crawled on the bed, too lazy to take anything else off.

resting your back on the headboard, you hear the front door unlock and the scuffle of shoes, along with some other voices. johnnie opens the door,

“i’m here i-“

“it’s 9:30.” you say, sniffling.

“what? oh shit sorry i forgot we had plans”

“yeah? you’re sorry? i’ve barely seen you for weeks now and that’s all?”

“babe i swear i wasn’t looking at the time it was just that jake and carrington dragged me to go places and-“

“jake this and carrington that, why does it always have to be about them?”

“because they’re my friends-“

“yeah well i’m your fucking girlfriend,” the room went quiet.

“but you know what? lately it feels like i’m not and maybe it should stay that way.”

“why are you being so dramatic about it?”

you’re furious. you get off the bed, and start walking to the kitchen. johnnie grabs your shoulders, turning you around, and pulling you into a hug. you smell his cologne, starting to break down into tears, burying your face deeper into his chest. deep down, you know he hates seeing you cry and get angry. you just felt so hurt.

“why? why do you have to do this to me. i miss you, i just want you to be with me and hold me. but you’re always too busy.”

he pats your head, running his fingers through your hair, while you let it out. once you collect yourself, you look up at him, with tear stains and a red nose.

“i love you. i’m so sorry for leaving you all the time, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,”

“and you’re not overreacting.”

johnnie pulls you into a sweet and tender kiss, full of love and affection, but you pull back first. still upset, you look to the ground. he takes your face in his hands,

“let me make it up to you baby.”

he lowers his head to your neck, softly biting at your skin, making you let out a relieve sigh. then he kisses you again, this time being rougher and filled with more lust. you moan as his tongue reaches your mouth. before anyone sees this, he lifts your legs up, leaving kisses on your jaw while taking you back to his room.

he uses your back to close the door, walking towards the bed. he sets you down gently and helps you take your hoodie off. “baby you look amazing in this dress, you’re gonna have to wear it again soon” he pushes you down, trailing kisses from your neck, down to your collarbone. starting to lift your dress up and over your head, taking it off completely, it also reveals a set of black lingere you had put on beforehand.

“you wore this for me y/n?”

“mhm”

“it would look even better off of you”

you hum in response as he leaves hickeys right above your lacy bra. he plants kisses down your chest and stomach, to your core. he takes off his t-shirt and jeans. after, he takes off your panties, covering his finger with your wetness, and inserting it. “just relax angel i’m gonna take such good care of you” you groan as he starts sucking your breasts, giving equal attention, as he pumps another finger into you, increasing the speed a little. your breaths get heavier as you grip the bedsheets. “more m’ please” you whine. he goes even faster as you bite your lip to stop yourself from melting. arching your back for more friction against his hand, he uses another finger to rub your clit. “yeah baby thats it, just cum on my fingers” while he says that, you feel the knot in your stomach coming undone. “oh shit” you moan out, shaking slightly and cumming.

he pulls down his boxers, taking them off. he’s already really hard, so he coats his dick with your cum. the rooms feels as though it gets hotter with every breath you take in. he teases your clit with his tip, rubbing it slightly. “johnnie just fuck me already please,” you breathe out. “alright princess” he says, pushing fully into you, but slowly, groaning while letting you adjust to his length. “still so tight baby” he says, making you bite your lip, muffling your moan. “don’t do that, i want to hear all your pretty noises.” he picks up the pace, getting faster which each thrust.

“you’re so beautiful y/n” he says, you hold onto his waist, pulling him deeper inside you, hitting the right stop. “uh, fuck” with every sound you make, it encourages him to go harder, and faster. “shit, m’ gonna cum,” you moan out. johnnie’s breath gets heavier as he lifts your leg up, pounding even deeper into you. “inside,” you manage to get out as pleasure washes over you. shortly after, he thrusts one last time, cumming inside you.

he kisses your lips, but it’s not over just yet. johnnie comes closer, “baby, please ride my face” he whispers in your ear. at this point, you felt so overstimulated, but could never say no to that handsome face. you instantly get wetter again, and agree, putting him to the side and then climbing on top of his abdomen. “are you sure?” “one hunder percent,” he says, practically forcing your legs closer to his head.

you hover on top of his face, scared to suffocate him. however, he immediately pulls your thighs down, making you sit entirely while you let a moan out. he starts eating you out, flicking his tongue, somehow making you feel even better. “just like that,” he knew this time that you wouldn’t last that long, especially after the two orgasms you just had. so, he digs his mouth even deeper into your pussy, like the world was ending. this pulled a string of curse words out of you. “oh fuck,” is the last thing you can say, before you feel your whole body shaking, but this time it was new to you. you had squirted from the overstimulation, on johnnie’s face.

after, you get off of him, somewhat embarrassed. “uhm, i don’t know how, uh, that has never happened to me before-“

“no, that was hot.” he kisses your forehead gently before putting his boxers back on and getting a towel for both of you. he cleans you up and gives you a shirt to wear while he goes to grab new sheets. you sit on the floor with dead legs while he changes it for you. “i’m never washing this bed sheets ever again,” he says. “ewww,” you jokingly say back while laughing. he carries you in a cradle, setting you back down on the bed.

“so… are you still mad at me?”

“i could never stay mad at you,” you say, pulling him in for a hug.

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sturniologals · 6 months ago

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Make it up to you -m.s

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Dom!Matt x fem!reader

in which~ y/n had a crush on Matt but his friends/football teammates found out and teased you about it, he joined in on the teasing to hide the fact that he has feelings for you but six months later, you’re desperate for a ride to school and Matt is your only option.

warnings~ p in v/ unprotected (don’t be silly,wrap up your willy)/ use of baby, sweetheart, y/n, praise kink, cursing

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I stretched my limbs as I tried to peel my eyes open from my sleepy state. "y/n! Hurry up!" My mom shouted at me, afraid id miss the bus.

"Frickity frickity Frick" I mumbled to myself as I looked over at my phone and saw the time reading 7:15, my bus runs in literally like 7 minutes, theres no way I was gonna make it. I opened up my contacts and called and texted at least five of my friends in hope that I could get a ride from one of them but I failed.

I clicked on my last contact I was going to try and started to call my friend Nick.

She answered and her soft voice spoke "Hey y/n!"

"Hey Nick! Is there any possible way that you could give me a ride to school today?" She hummed to herself as she thought about it.

"im sorry girl, Matt took my car today. He has some thing after school but I can call him. He should be able to pick you up!" He chimes.

"No no no, id rather walk. Thank you tho." I say before we bid our goodbyes and hang up.

I meant that, i really would rather walk. Matthew sturniolo has been my biggest enemy since last year, when I first started high school and became friends with Nick. I had an obvious crush on matt even though he was a bit older. His friends found out because matt overheard me talking to Nick about it one time and his friends started to tease me about it and eventually matt joined in and ever since then, they make jokes and poke fun at me anytime I see them.

"y/n! Why are you still in your fucking pajamas?" My mom says angrily from my door.

"Mom its okay, matt is gonna give me a ride!" I spurt out quickly, just not wanting to get into an argument with her.

“Matt? oh! It’s been forever since you guys have hung out.” My mom says, her mood quickly changing to a more joyous one. I roll my eyes at her words and she tells me she loves me before she leaves out for work.

I stand up and put on a pair of black jeans and a dark blue body suit that accentuates my body perfectly. I finish straightening my hair, my luscious blonde locks flowing perfectly down my shoulders. I sit down at my vanity and apply a few makeup products, really just mascara, and a bit of highlighter. Mid way through my routine, i remember i haven’t called Matt yet. My hands start to tremble a bit as i scroll through my contacts in search of his name.

I reluctantly click the call button under his name and the ringing of my phone makes me shudder. After just two rings, he picks up.

“Y/n?” His deep voice grumble from the speakers on my phone.

“Hi Matt! Can you give me a ride to school?” I say peppily, not wanting him to give me any shit.

“I’ll be there in five.” He says before hanging up.

well, that was easy. i think to myself before spritzing myself with some perfume and slipping on my shoes. I grab my bag and walk through my house.

I get to the front door and see trey pulling in.

perfect timing.

The sight of Matts truck parked in my driveway makes me nervous. I push the nervousness down, pulling all of the courage i have out of me and I start walking down my driveway.

Once i step out of my door, he immediately steps out of his truck and walks to the passenger side and opens the door up. He stands leaning on the door, a small smile on his face.

why is he being so fucking nice?

“Hi y/n.” He says in a seductive voice while his eyes trail over my body. The way he’s looking at me sends a heat straight to my core but i try my best to ignore it. I shoot Matt a side eye and a nod of my head as i step up into his truck. He places his hand on my lower back for support as i climb into his vehicle which has me crossing my legs in the passenger seat. Matt looks at me with a hungry look in his eyes as he shuts the door for me and walks over to the driver side.

He climbs into the seat and takes a deep breath in before turning the key over.

“Thanks for picking me up.” I say in the most nonchalant way that i can.

“Yeah, i mean- you haven’t talked to me in almost 6 months so i was surprised you’d wanted me to.” Matt says while looking at me, our eye contact holding strong.

“I didn’t have any other choice.” I say with a shrug of my shoulders and i can see the pain flash in his eyes as i finish my sentence off and i immediately feel bad.

“No- I didn’t mean-“ I start to correct myself but he cuts me off.

“I get it y/n. I really do- don’t apologize sweetheart. I’ve been an asshole to you for so long and i let my friends make jokes and i’m just- i’m so fucking sorry. I was a coward because you made me- feel things.” Matt spurts out, his confession surprising me but making my heart skip a beat and my pussy convulse at the name he called me.

“Matt-“ I start to speak but he cuts me off yet again.

“Can you come to my football game tonight?” He asks impatiently as he starts to pull out of my driveway.

“Matt, you know i hate going to school functions.”

“Please” He says quickly.

“Okay, i’ll be there.” I say reluctantly. I don’t even really know why he wants me there but it seems important so i agree.

The rest of the ride is silent, just Matt glancing at me every few minutes and at some point his large hands made their way to my knee, slowly trailing up my thigh as i squirmed around in my seat, Matt glancing at my neediness but his hand never moved to my heat.

“Here you go sweetheart.” Matt says as we pull up next to the busy school entrance.

“Aren’t you coming?” I ask him.

“I’ll be here later.” He says with a small smile as he unbuckles my seat belt for me and walks around to open my door. His truck is raised high off of the ground but Matt is so tall that his head is still up to my level when he’s standing on the ground in-front of me. He puts his hands around my waist and picks me up out of his truck. I giggle as he sits me down on the ground. He chuckles and tells me he’ll see me later.

As i walk into school, all that’s going through my head is Matt.

the things he said to me were definitely more than ‘friendly’

why is he being so nice?

is this another joke?

the way his hands were all over me tho…

sweetheart?

why does he want me at his game tonight?

i made him feel things?

what things?

i spend the rest of my school day and the whole ride home and the whole time i’m getting ready for the football game also thinking about Matt. The thoughts about him in my head are inevitably erotic and i genuinely can’t help it.

My mom drops me off at the game and i pull at the tight shorts on my legs as i hop out of the car. I walk up into the bleachers and i find a seat that gives me a perfect view of the field. Matt comes out of now where and runs up to the fence that separates us.

“c’mere!” he says loudly, i can see his friends behind him starting to laugh and i get nervous and all of memories of them poking fun at me make me sick and i want to run out of there.

“y/n baby, i said to come here.” Matt demands in a soothing yet firm voice that makes me feel safe. His friends behind him starts staring and looking confused. I am too but i listen to try and walk over to stand over the fence. His eye black is starting to smudge and his hair is tousled perfectly and i’m so close that i can smell his manly musk.

As soon as i’m standing slightly over Matt, he pulls his hands up to my head and pulls me down to him and immediately shoves his lips onto mine. The feeling of his mouth moving over mine is something i’ve wanted to feel for so fucking long. I groan into his mouth as his tongue slips into mine and i can taste the saltiness of his mouth and i’m

craving more. I audibly groan when he pulls away, his lips swollen and pink as he runs back to the field. His friends just staring at him angrily and confused as he flips them off and walks down the field with a smile on his face.

what the fuck just happened?

and why is his whole football team staring at me?

Matt yells at his friends from across the field.

“hey! shitheads! stop staring at my girl and get your asses down here.”

I get butterflies at him calling me ‘his girl’ but then i remember the months of teasing he let his friends do to me and i wipe the smile off of my face quickly. Maybe i should let myself enjoy this tho?

Throughout the whole game, my internal monologue argues with itself. By the end of the game, i decide i want to give him a chance. I believe what he told me. Matt sweaty figure runs up to the fence at the end of the game, they won of course. I’m clapping and smiling at Matt, his eyes looking directly into mine. He puts his arms out over the fence and motions for me to walk over. I do so and he puts his hands on my waist and picks me up over the fence and pulls me onto the field. I smile up at him and he immediately kisses me again.

His friends and even his coach “oooo”-ing at us as he gives me a desperate yet gentle kiss.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since you showed up to my house with your fucking sparkly pink jump rope for cheer practice almost two years ago.” he whispers into my ear as he pulls away. My face goes red with embarrassment.

“You played good.” I say with a proud smile.

He flashes his white teeth at me before one of his friends, jacob, comes up behind Matt. i sigh and immediately get nervous because jacob was one of the main people who teased me. Matt looks over at jacob with sharp eyes, as if he’s warning him to not say anything to me. Jacob just smiles at me. “I’m sorry y/n, i was a dick to you and owen for a long time.”

I nod with a small thin lipped smile.

“you wanna get out of here sweetheart?” owen says to me. I nod my head and he smiles at me as he takes my hand and walks us out of the stadium.

as we walk through the busy parking lot, murmurs from people in our small town are heard.

“ew he’s like- old as fuck.”

“didn’t he literally bully her?”

i block out the noise, Matt squeezing my hand as a sign of comfort.

We get into his truck and i immediately look over at him. “Matt. why?”

he looks at me confusedly. “why what?”

“why did you want me to come tonight?” i ask timidly. He laughs out loud and i grow confused.

“you’re oblivious. I wanted you here tonight so i could kiss you in front of all of the assholes who used to give you shit.” he says with a genuine smile of happiness as he rubs his hand up and down my leg.

“Oh.” I say quietly as it clicks in my head. “Oh!” i say once i get it.

“cmon sweetheart it’s late. i’ll get you home.” Matt says as he reaches over to buckle my seatbelt for me, his long fingers grazing over my chest. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and heat grows between my legs as owen starts his truck and pulls out of the parking lot. His hand is resting on my thigh and quiet music plays, my window cracked slightly allowing some of the cold friday night breeze to flow through the cab of his truck. Every smidge of cold air that hits my skin makes me shudder. My body is extremely sensitive to the touch right now. I look over at owen and his dark eyes are trained on his hand that’s resting on my leg. “you’re so beautiful y/n.” Matt says in a low, seductive voice as his thumb draws circles on my inner thigh.

“pull over.” I say nervously, trying to muster up all of the courage that i have. Matt smirks, knowing what i want as he pulls over by an empty desolate park by some trees that offer a good enough coverage. As soon as he shifts into park, i immediately swing my legs over his lap so i’m straddling. My lips are on his in a hot, sweaty and passionate kiss. The smell of sweat and grass still on Matt makes me impossibly needier.

All of a sudden- Matt pulls my face back.

“Patience baby.” Matt says with an attractive chuckle.

“you’re not gonna fucking tease me all day and then tell me to have patience Matt.” i say firmly as i slowly start to rock my hips back and forth on him, making him groan out.

“oh- don’t- god, y/n.” he says as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes in pleasure as his eyebrows knit together.

“Nuh uh, you owe me six months worth of apologies. You’re gonna be the one making me feel good, yeah?” i say deviously as i cease my movements. Matt eyes open up and meet mine, a smile playing across his features as he laughs and nods his head yes.

“i guess you’re right about that one sweetheart.” he says as he quickly puts a hand on my back and turns me so my back is against the passenger door of his truck as he pulls my ankles up to his shoulders. I groan out as i arch my back needily.

“calm down pretty girl. let me take care of you.” he says softly as he pulls my shorts down my hips. His eyes clench shut together for a second. “you’re so perfect.” he praises as he starts to kiss up my thighs.

“Matt…” i moan out as he gets closer to my core.

he starts to kiss over my clothed cunt before slowly pulling my panties down.

“you’re so soaked. all because of me?” he speaks seductively as i bring my fingers up to his hair and pull his head closer to my pussy impatiently. He laughs out loud before licking a stripe up me which pulls a loud moan out of me. His tongue moves against me quickly and skillfully, pulling more and more noises from me.

“Oh you’re doing so good for me sweetheart.” He says against my cunt before ducking on my bundle of nerves.

“Matt- i’m gonna-“ i pant out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Finish in my mouth, let me taste you.” he says, which sends me over the edge, screaming his name as his head gets squeezed between my clenching thighs.

I pant out as i come down from my high as owen continues to lick me clean like a starved man.

“good?” he asks with an egotistical expression on his face.

“i’ve had better.” i say sarcastically with a shrug.

“Yeah i bet.” he says as he pulls my shorts back up my legs for me.

I sit up straight and fix my hair in his mirror before i buckle my seat belt and Matt starts to drive again.

“y/n” Matts deep voice speaks out, diverting my attention to him.

“hm?” I hum out.

“I love you.” he says with a small nervous smile on his face. My stomach immediately erupts in butterflies and a smile forms on my face.

“I love you too.” I say as i intertwine my fingers with his.

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iveantive · 2 months ago

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prompt: yujin gets jealous

yujin catches rei flirting with a boy

TW: g!p, rough sex, choking, breath play, watersports, degradation, blowjobs, biting, belly bulge, size kink

"Are you gonna do something about that, or just keep staring at them from afar like a weirdo?" Wonyoung rolled her eyes.

Yujin had to have been watching Rei for the past half an hour. The younger girl had stated that she was off to use the bathroom. Initially, it really raised no suspicion, but after 15 minutes went by, and still no sign of the younger girl. Their team's staff had sent Yujin off to go look for her; after all, as the leader, it was one of her duties to look after the members anyway. So, really, she couldn’t say no.

And that's how she found Rei leaning her head against the wall and smiling from ear to ear in front of some boy group member that Yujin really didn't care enough to learn the name of. The boy's hand was on the wall next to Rei's head as they talked. From where Yujin was standing, she wasn't even able to tell what the boy and the Japanese girl were talking about. However, she knew for a fact that there was no way that boy could be that interesting.

The boy continued to talk to Rei, and Yujin could feel the temperature in her body rising at the sight. She stared at the pair, the boy slowly inching his way closer to the Japanese girl as they talked. And that's when Yujin saw a noticeable shift in Rei. Her eyes fluttered closed. If Yujin didn't know the younger girl so well, she would almost mistake it as a flirtatious gesture.

But she knew her better than that.

As Rei fluttered her eyes at the boy, her eyes flickered over to the side. She was looking at Yujin. Making the older girl clench her jaw in anger. The Japanese girl knew Yujin was there yet she kept up the same flirty gestures to the boy in front of her. If not for the other idols and staffers in the room, Yujin would have had no issue with putting her hands on that poor boy and shoving him back to his unknown group.

And she was just about to, if not from hearing Wonyoung come up behind her.

"Rei knows I'm here, and she is still flirting with that stupid guy." Yujin tried to keep her emotions under control.

"And since when did you care about what she does?" Wonyoung couldn't help but laugh. It was so out of character for the older girl. Sure, Yujin cared for each of the members on a colleague level, but beyond that, whatever matters went on in their personal lives, Yujin typically couldn't care less.

"I-I don't, it's just infuriating watching her twinkle her eyes at some guy for attention" Yujin watched as the guy ran his hands through his hair and bit his lip as he stared down the Japanese girl. Who did nothing but nod stupidly at his every word.

"Again, Yujin, why do you even care? You flirt with girls all the time. Why can't Rei have a little fun of her own?" Wonyoung shrugged.

"Oh, so you're defending her?" Yujin sounded almost offended.

"No, I'm just putting my two cents in. If you really have an issue with it, go make up so stupid leader shit and drag her back over here," Wonyoung threw her hands up in defeat as she walked away.

And that's just what she did as she made a beeline towards Rei—completely ignoring the various other idols and staffers who were staring at her. None of them wanted to be in the way of whatever mission Yujin was on. She, by all means, stomped her way over, putting a firm hand on Rei’s shoulder and making eye contact with the boy she was talking to.

“We’re up soon, sorry we have to go” Yujin said in the most polite tone she could in contrast to her threatening gaze.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” The boy rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, we don’t we still have an hour.” Rei pulled out her phone, indicating the time. And really Yujin couldn’t argue with that. They really didn’t have to be back in their dressing room for at least another half an hour.

So, she had to come up with another excuse.

“Yeah, well, the managers need you.” Yujin began to tighten her grasp on the Japanese girl. Almost as if it was a warning sign. And Yujin could have sworn she saw the faintest of smirk come from the younger girl as one side of the corner of her mouth raised.

“Then tell them I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’m busy.” Rei rolled her eyes at the older.

“I-if this is a bad t-time, I can just go.” The boy was seemingly able to catch onto the strange tension between the two girls.

“Yeah, it is a bad time” Yujins tone was stern and low.

“Aw, well, maybe next time! At least let me get your number” Rei smiled as she passed her phone to the boy. Ignoring the nails that were digging into her shoulder by that point.

Rei waved the boy goodbye as she got dragged away by the older girl. Yujin had one hand around Rei’s wrist, her grip tight, not even giving the chance for the Japanese girl to break away if she tried. She continued to drag Rei back all the way to their dressing room, which, thankfully, at the moment, was vacant except for the two.

She shoved the younger girl into the corner and towered over her.

“What the hell was that?” Yujin spat.

“What a little jealous Yujinie?” Rei pushed back the older girl. Not one to back down, she stared back into Yujins eyes.

“No, I just can’t believe you’d fuck that guy,” Yujin scoffed.

“Watch yourself, Yujinie. You’re sounding a bit jealous,” Rei said with a chuckle.

Yujin said nothing.

“So what is it then? Why do you care what I do?” Rei stared into Yujins eyes wanting a genuine answer from the older girl. But knew she wasn’t going to get one. She watched as Yujin’s jaw clenched as she prepared to open her mouth.

“I’m wondering why you’re acting like a slut” Yujins voice was filled with venom as she spoke.

“Me a slut? How many girls have you slept with in the past month?” Rei scoffed. The younger girl wasn’t stupid. She saw all the girl's numbers Yujin would get. Almost to the point, she had girls lining up outside their dressing room just to drop Yujin their numbers. And, of course, Yujin would accept every single one. She couldn’t even begin to count how many times she’d caught the older girl sneaking out or, on the other side, sneaking a girl out of their dorm. She’s just lucky Leeseo hasn’t seen them.

Yujin opened her mouth to speak before closing it again.

“Hanni, Chaewon, Minju, Chaeryeong don't even want to know how Chaeyeon felt about that one. And most recently fucking Somi. You want me to keep going?” Rei was just beginning to scratch the surface of girls she’s witnessed sneak out of their dorm.

“T-that's different,” Yujin remarked.

“Yeah? How?” Rei rolled her eyes not believing the words that came from Yujins mouth.

Once again, Yujin was silent.

“You get everyone you want. Why can’t I have someone, too?” Rei couldn’t help but feel a certain pit in her stomach as she spoke the last few words. While Yujin snapped herself out of it, she wouldn’t take that for her ego's sake.

“Yeah, I do get everyone I want.” Yujin leaned in and pressed her lips against Rei’s, feeling her try to push her off. But after a couple of moments, she leaned into it.

Their brief moment of intimacy was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and the jiggling of a doorknob. Immediately, the pair broke away, going to separate corners of the room and fixing themselves to be more presentable. With Rei’s lipstick smeared, and remnants of pulled fabrics on Yujins outfit.

As they prepared to take the stage and Yujin was behind Rei for the formation, she leaned in close to the younger girl's ear.

“Tonight, my room”.

"Fuck" Rei seethed through her teeth. As her back met the hard concrete wall behind her.

"Would it kill you to be a bit softer?" She pushed the offender's hands off her.

"Why should I? We both know you like it this way," Yujin said with a smirk. Just bruting past Rei's hands that were trying to push hers away. Finally managing to get them where she wanted, she tugged at the fabric of the younger girl's long-sleeved shirt.

"If you want me to take it off, fine, just don't rip this one like you did the other two," Rei spat at the older girl.

"Takes too long." The sound of ripping fabric rang out, and loose buttons could be seen falling between the both of them. Yujin, with a sly grin on her face, tore the blouse down the middle even more till the rip was clean through the middle. Exposing the younger girl bra clad chest and tummy. Rei had what could only be described as an unamused expression on her face. She wouldn't ever admit it to the older girl, but she did find it so arousing how desperate Yujin was to see her skin bare.

"You're buying me a new one" Rei pushed Yujin away as she stripped herself of her now ruined blouse along with unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Yujin had barely let the younger girl breathe before she had so easily picked Rei up and tossed her on the bed. Yujin followed suit, flipping Rei so she was lying on her stomach.

"Hands and knees, come on" Yujin had raised one of her hands up before she brought it back down, making contact with Rei's still-clothed ass. The Japanese girl let out a loud gasp before she quickly bit her lip to stifle anymore sound that threatened to fall from her lips.

"God, you're such an asshole" Rei couldn't help herself. She still unconsciously followed Yujins orders. She grabbed a nearby pillow, tucked it under her chin, and held it close to her chest while she settled herself on her knees.

"Don't act like you don't like it; we both know how this goes, Rei-ah. You pretend to be annoyed at me when I know how wet you are for me." Rei rolled her eyes at the nickname. She knows Yujin is right. They've gone down this same exact road more times in the past years than she could count. It always started the same. But that didn't mean it wasn't fun to annoy the older girl.

"Not even. I could get anybody I want. I'm just settling for you." Rei looked back at Yujin before sticking her tongue out at the older, only riling Yujin up more as she had made her way to the bed. Stradling the younger girl, feeling her wriggle under as she let out little grunts with every movement.

She couldn't help herself as she admired Rei's bare back. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned from the hot summer weather. The tiny moles that marked her back. She'd be damned if she let Rei around anybody else. She should be the only one who could see Rei like this. The memories of mere hours before raged in her mind as she recalled that stupid boy who even dared to look, never mind touch, what was hers.

Yujin roughly grabbed Rei by her hair with one hand as her other one found its way up to her mouth. She took Rei's chin in between her forefingers and her thumb, then squeezed. She bent forward so her lips were close to Rei's ear. While she was this close to the younger girls she was able to hear the quickened exhales through her nose.

"You're much better when you're quiet," Yujin purred into Rei's ear, hearing the loud gasp that left her mouth. Thankful for the position she put them in, she was able to keep Rei's wiggling body still as she struggled under her.

"We both know that's not true," Rei scoffed.

"I know how much you love when I moan your name when you're fucking me. I just feel that good, right Yujinie?" Rei smiled the best she could despite Yujins hand disrupting her ability to do so.

There definitely was truth to Rei's words. No matter how many girls Yujin had slept with over the years, none of them came close to sounding how good Rei did. She didn't think that moans could even really sound cute until it came to Rei. Prior to the Japanese girl, Yujin knew that when a girl moaned, it meant she must like what was happening. But, it never did much for her. Matter of fact, she might even go as far as to say she found other girls' moans a bit annoying, over-exaggerated, or, on the contrary, too quiet.

Whenever she heard Rei's moans, it was like her body went into overload when all she could think about was making her feel good. All she wanted to do was keep thrusting faster, keeping her fingers curved just right, or flicking her tongue in the right way. It was different. Dare she even say a bit strange for her to even care about the person who was under her?

However, she couldn't let her demeanor falter just yet. She still wanted to have some fun.

"No. I said you're better when you're quiet," Yujin growled as she pulled harder onto Rei's hair till she was effectively looking back at her. Her other hand changed its position to cover the Japanese girl's mouth roughly. Yujin saw how Rei's eyes widened pupils shook as she held her by her hair. She could feel the panic set in for the younger girl. Rei's breath tickled her palm as she tried to take in more air.

Yujin felt Rei struggling in her tight grasp. The way she kept trying to shake her head free from her arms. The younger girl's attempts to use her own hands to push away Yujin were met with no success. She tried to reach her hands up and use her nails to scratch at Yujins arm to get it off her. But Rei knew the older girl was much stronger than her. She continued to struggle under the hands of Yujin till an idea popped into her head. She waited for just the right moment when Yujin's fingers would rearrange their position ever so slightly.

"God, what the fuck" Yujin yelped. As she had, in fact, let Rei go. Looking down at her middle finger, which had started to draw blood. She looked towards Rei, who, in the midst of this, had managed to wriggle her way out from under her with a couple of droplets of blood dripping from her lips.

It was Rei's turn now. Yujin could act as tough as she wanted, but Rei knew better. She knew exactly how to make the older girl's confident demeanor shatter.

The idiot was still looking down at her fingers at the not-even-deep bite on her skin. And Rei took this moment of opportunity to strike. She pushed Yujin back on the back, catching the older girl off guard.

'"It's just a little pain, Yujinie. Can't handle it?" Rei said with a smirk. Yujin's head is now resting against the headboard of the bed. Rei straddled the older girl's lap. Feeling her bulge press up against her clothed front.

"There's nothing I can't handle." Yujin laughed the younger girl off. Admiring the view in front of her. While Rei internally cringed at the older girl's wording. She really doesn't understand how Yujin managed to pull so many girls when that's her choice of words.

Rei leaned down, pressing her lips against Yujins as she began to grind down on her. She deepened their kiss. Running her tongue along her lips, Yujin opened her mouth, letting their kiss fall deeper. She felt one of Yujins hands inch its way up her thigh making contact with the waistband of her shorts.

Yujin pulled away from the kiss and used her other hand to push Rei's face closer to her. She ran her lips against the shell of her ear.

"Take it off," Yujin rasped in her ear. Rei could feel the shivers down her spine as the older girl talked to her. The tone of her voice had lowered an octave as it hit her eardrums.

"Y-you first," Rei retorted. Her voice was starting to falter as she felt Yujins fingers starting to sneak beneath her shorts.

"Oh, don't be like that, baby; we both know how much you want it." Yujin slid her fingers underneath the fabric. Ghosting her finger over the younger girl's panties. She could feel the heat radiating off her clothed core. Yujin looked up at Rei, her eyes staring back at her. Gone was the fire and rage in her eyes instead, replaced with a soft gaze.

"Tell me you want it." Yujin cupped Rei's chin with her free hand. Using her thumb to caress her cheeks. While the hand beneath the Japanese girl's shorts was lightly brushing her fingers over the clothed pussy. She was able to find her clit over the fabric and slowly drag her finger over the sensitive nub. She heard Rei let out a breathy moan.

Instead of replying to the older girl, Rei opted to just ignore her. However that didn't stop the absolute throbbing of her core that was craving more. She dragged her hips down, trying to feel more pressure against her sensitive core. Letting out a loud moan as Yujins fingers pressed on her clit head-on.

Yujin knew precisely what the Japanese girl was doing. And if she wanted to act like that, so be it. She started to lightly rub the younger girl's clit. Letting her digits glide over her clothed slit. She was practically able to feel the slick leaking from the girl on top of her, threatening to leak out of her panties and onto her fingers. Yujin could hear the muffled moans that were falling from Rei's mouth. In the midst of her movement, Rei's hands had found their way up to her own mouth making a futile attempt at hiding her moans.

"Come on, Rei-ah, all you need to do is say the word," Yujin hummed. She watched the younger girl shoot her a harsh glance that was contrary to the way she was biting her lip under her hand to keep herself quiet.

"Should I feel how wet you are for me?" Yujin glided her fingers under Rei's panties just right over her hip bone. Letting her fingers feel the younger girl's soft skin against her fingertips as they got horribly close to where Rei needed it most.

Rei thrashed her hips against the older girl as she shook her head no, which did little to stop Yujin from getting her free hand to tightly grip her thighs to halt her movements.

"Aww, don't be like that, Rei-ah." Yujin's fingers rubbed the outer folds of the Japanese girl's hot core, resulting in Rei letting out a high-pitched moan she couldn't react fast enough to stifle. Yujin smirked as her fingers fully slid under Rei's panties, swiping her fingers across her slit. She heard another moan ring in her ears as she did so. She continued to tease the younger girl, slowly getting closer to dipping her fingers in Rei’s sopping wet core just to go back to rubbing the outside of her folds and gliding her fingers through the slick only to rub the wetness back onto Rei's skin.

She looked back up at Rei, seeing tears starting to form in her eyes as she continued her teasing movements. Yujin almost felt bad for the girl if not for remembering the bullshit she had seen hours prior. It didn't help that the younger girl looked absolutely beautiful her chest was flushed red. Her lips were swollen, and her eyes glossed over. At this point, even she was starting to get a little desperate. Her boner had been straining her pants for the better part of an hour. Yujin's grip on Rei's thigh was still strong and hard as she pinched her skin to gain her attention back.

"Say you want it," Yujin purred into her ear. Her fingers were wet with slick as they rested over Rei's wet pussy.

Rei couldn't hold it any longer. She knew she was dripping all over herself and Yujin. She could feel it. It wasn't even worth hiding it anymore. With every moment that went by, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming. And she knows Yujin would never let her live it down if she came without even having the older girl inside her yet. She needed Yujin. She needed to feel her thick length stretch her out. And fuck her till she was sore.

"I-I want it," Rei muttered.

That was all Yujin needed to hear as she had removed her hands from Rei's core and practically tore off the remainder of the younger girl's clothes, tossing her shorts and soiled panties to the side. And in a just as quick manner, she was able to tug her pants down just enough to let her cock spring out. The cold air of the hotel room made her shudder as pre cum had already started to drip down her length.

"That's a good girl." Yujin lightly tapped Rei's cheeks with one of her free hands.

It felt like it wasn't even another second before Yujin lined up her length with Rei's core. And started to push her tip in. The younger girl let out a loud, breathy moan as she collapsed onto Yujin. She wrapped her arms around the older girl's neck and buried her head into her shoulder as she felt the pressing of Yujins cock enter her.

Inch by inch, Rei could feel Yujin stretching her out. Letting out shaky moans in the crook of her neck. But Yujin knew she could take it. She knew how much the younger girl loved the stretch of her cock inside her. The first time they had hooked up, Yujin couldn't help but be overwhelmed with concern as she had felt the younger girls' nails gripping their bedsheets so hard, biting her lip to the point it had started to bleed. But all Rei did was tell her to keep going. That's how she knew how much Rei loved the burning pain of being stretched out. She wanted to feel every inch of her, no matter how much it hurt in the beginning.

Yujin continued to feed more of her length into Rei, the guttural moans she was letting out only urging her to bottom out inside her. When she had finally done so, she could feel the sweat dripping from Rei's body onto her own. She held the Japanese girl to her chest as she let her get used to the pressing length inside her.

Rei could feel every single inch of the older girl deep inside her. And she loved it. She really does hate to admit how compatible they were when all they did when they weren't fucking was bicker. She began to subtly grind her hips down on Yujins cock. The stretch only made her moan even louder.

"God, you're such a slut" Yujin said with a chuckle as she pushed Rei off of her. Leaving her staring back at her.

"Don't even act like you don't like this." Rei rolled her eyes. As she very strategically she might add clenched around Yujin. Hearing the older girl let a low groan fall from her lips.

"You're right. I do like this" The older girl had basically slammed into Rei with a hard thrust. Making her let out a loud guttural moan. She kept her hands on Rei's thighs for leverage. She began to thrust up into the Japanese girl's hot core.

"F-fuck y-you're s-so a-annoying," Rei got out between breathy moans. She kept her hands steady on Yujins waist as she tried to meet Yujins thrusts. Only to be met with Yujins nails digging into her skin to get her to stop.

"No. You'll take what I give you," Yujin said with a growl. She planted her feet on the bed and began to thrust. She was setting a hard and deep pace with every movement of her hip. She watched Rei's loll to the side with every harsh thrust.

Rei had looked absolutely entrancing. With every thrust of her hips, her breasts moved in tandem. She couldn't help but reach out and cupped one of the younger girl's breasts. Squeezing the soft flesh between her fingers, causing Rei to moan.

Yujin was already able to tell that the younger girl was inching closer and closer to her orgasm. With every harsh snap of her hips, she could feel Rei tightening around her. The way her moans had started to sound needier and needier were both a tale tell sign she was getting close.

Yujin set both of her hands back on the Japanese girl's hips as she slowed her movements down with them becoming less fast but much harder. She enjoyed the harsh slapping noise of their skin meeting with every hard thrust. Which she knew all too well would make the girl on top of her tip over the edge. Every moan that fell from her mouth started to blend together in a long string of needy whines.

Till she had finally fallen over the edge with one last loud moan, her body tensed up and shook as she came. Yujin didn't let up and instead kept up the same pace fucking her through the hot wet tightness. Now just wanting to chase after her own orgasm.

"S-stop" Was the next word that Yujin heard fall from the younger girl's mouth. And for a split second, she almost did. If not for them having a conversation like this before. It was out of habit that after her first orgasm, Rei was always sensitive and would give verbal indicators that she wanted to stop. However, after some much post orgasm discussion, Yujin knew that wasn't true. The younger girl always just fell overwhelmed for the moment, proceeding to her orgasm while her mind and body wanted more.

So, Yujin didn't stop. She kept going. Only after her own orgasm now she go back to her original pace. Hard and fast, just how she liked it. She could feel the burning in her abs telling her to stop, but she kept going. She looked at the girl on top of her eyes clouded with tears that were threatening to spill over. She could already feel Rei coming close to her orgasm again.

Yujin set her hands around the younger girl's waist, running her fingers over her lower stomach, feeling the slight bump that would come through with every thrust. She began to press down, enjoying the extra pressure against her tip.

"O-oh f-fuck Y-Yujin S-stop," Rei was just barely able to get out. However, Yujin kept on inching closer and closer to her own orgasm.

"G-gonna cum" Yujin warned the younger girl as she continued with the hard fast pace. Pressing on the subtle bump on Rei's tummy harder as she got closer. It was different this time, though; there was a new wetness that was there that definitely wasn't there before. But she couldn't even focus on it as it only made thrusting into Rei easier.

Yujin slid her thumb down and started to rub the younger girl's clit. She wanted the younger girl to cum with her. She wanted Rei to feel her as she pumped her load into her. Resulting in her letting out a loud cry. With a gush of wetness that flowed out of her. At the same time, her hot core clenched around the older girl. After a few more brutal moments, Yujin came with a loud grunt as her thrust started to fizzle out in intensity. Her load shot deep into the girl above her.

Rei had once again fallen onto the older girl, catching her breath. While Yujin, at the same time, recovered from her own intense orgasm with a shaky breath. The pair stayed like that in silence. Not one of them even wanted to attempt to break the stillness of tranquility the pair found themselves in.

That was until Yujin was starting to become more aware of the soaked sheets under her. Not to brag or anything but she has had some experience with ruining hotel sheets. And for some reason, this time, it had felt different. It was almost like it was wetter. The dots had started to connect in her head, recalling the gush of wetness on her when Rei had cum for the second time.

"Did you piss on me?"

"to be fair, I warned you, and I prefer the term squirting."

"What the fuck"

"There isn't a difference anyway. Let me guess, you haven't made a girl squirt before."

Yujin started to recall back to prior experience. Was the younger girl trying to gaslight her or something? She is so sure she has had girls squirt on her before, but it wasn't like this.

"Hold on, I definitely have, and this isn't it."

"They're the same thing. And it seems like little Yujin didn't mind." Rei rocked her hips, being able to feel Yujin's hard length still pressing inside her.

"After all that, you still wanna go again? You're such a slut, you know that, right?" Yujin scoffed while at the same intentionally pushing her length deeper inside of the younger girl. Making Rei let out a loud moan for the nth time that night followed by her seething her teeth.

"And what does that say about you? You're still hard" Rei teased as she clenched her walls around the older girl.

"Mmmm, he says he wants to go again, too." Yujin clicked her tongue before she, by all means, knocked Rei off of her, changing their positions. So, the Japanese girl was the one with her head towards the headboard.

"Did you just call your dick he?" Rei quirked an eyebrow as she leaned her head against the pillow.

"Yeah, what about it?" Yujin pulled the remainder of her clothes off and tossed them off to the side before she settled back between the younger girl's legs.

"Well, that doesn't make any sense. You're a girl. Why is your dick a guy" Rei looked at Yujin with a look between disgusted and weirded out. Watching the older girl look to the side and cross her arms seemingly to actually go into thought for a second.

"Just feels right," Yujin shrugged. As she gave her length a couple of strokes, and before she was even able to look down again, Rei had lunged forward, taking the head of her cock into her mouth. Starting to suck on the tip.

"F-fuck," Yujin gritted her teeth with every movement from the younger girl. She couldn't help but shudder under her touch. She was still feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm. And yet she didn't want Rei to stop. She reached for the younger girl, instinctively gliding her fingers through her soft hair. Feeling her lean into her touch as she took more of her length into her mouth.

The warm, wet feeling of the younger girl's mouth felt so good around her. Almost like Rei was trying to pull her in deeper. Yujin needed to feel more of her. With her hands still settled on the younger girl's head, she pushed down on her as she tried to push her dick deeper into Rei's throat.

Only for Rei to push her in an attempt to shove her away. Which was met with little success as Yujin kept a firm hand on the younger girl, being able to keep her close to her. Yujin could feel every last vibration around her cock from what she would guess was Rei trying to say something in protest to her current situation. Just making the smirk on her face grow even wider as she indulged in the ministrations she put upon the younger.

She supposed she should be glad this wasn't their first go around. She knew the younger girl well enough that she wouldn't choke on her cock. But that didn't mean that she didn't get any satisfaction from watching her suck her off.

"You wanted this, so take it," Yujin gritted through her teeth, letting a low groan fall from her lips.

Rei couldn't help but roll her eyes at the older girl's words. Sure, she may literally have Yujins cock in her mouth and maybe enjoyed that said cock in her mouth. At the same time, though, Yujin annoyed her like no other. The absolutel audacity that the older girl had to say that to her when Rei knew Yujin wanted it just as much as her.

She dug her nails into Yujins thighs in another attempt at getting her to stop. Just to me met with a harsh singe of pain to run through her body. She realized that the older girl had pulled her hair.

"Stay still," Yujin spat, keeping the tight grip she had on the younger girl. Only making Rei want to resist even more. But she couldn't physically move if she tried. She couldn't deny the power Yujin had over her.

However, she could could counter her.

Rei had to admit she had been saving this one for a while now. She had just been waiting for the perfect moment. And the position she was as better time as any to do it. Ever so slightly, she brought her teeth down, letting them lightly graze the sensitive skin. Hearing a high-pitched gasp come from the older girl. If her mouth wasn't full at the moment, she knew, she'd be grinning from ear to ear at being able the ones to exude those sounds from Yujin.

She focused back on the problem at hand (or you could say mouth) and sunk her teeth deeper into Yujins cock.

The following moments were a blur, with Yujin immediately pulling out with a scream and a very high-pitched one at that. And holding her little yujin in her hands to check the damage (there wasn't any). Before she centered back on the younger girl, who was sitting back against the headboard of the bed with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"What's wrong with you!" Yujin yelled out. She was able to practically see her face turn red from anger as she looked at the perpetrator.

"You wouldn't let me go." Rei tilted her head and shrugged at the older girl. She watched as Yujin had a moment of contemplation before she looked back at the younger her eyes darkened as they focused back on Rei.

With rough hands, Yujin took Rei's ankles and yanked her down, resulting in her head hitting the pillow below her with a loud thud. She pushed the younger girls' thighs apart and settled between them. Despite the minor injury done to her member, it was still as hard as ever ready to go again. Yujin reached one of her hands up in a quick motion and held her hand against Rei's throat. A loud gasp sounded out when the Japanese girl felt the pressure pressing down on her windpipe.

"Now I really won't let you go," Yujin had got close to the younger girl's ear and whispered. Feeling the ragged breaths, Rei was letting out, tickling her skin.

"Pl-ple-please," the Japanese girl muttered between breaths.

"Aw, please, what? Use your words, Rei-ah." Yujin stared deep into the younger girl's eyes as she taunted her. And at that same moment, she was able to feel the faint tugging at her arm. She looked to see her hands out reached, trying to pull her hand off. Only making Yujin let out a snort as she pressed her palm against the front of Rei's throat and used her fingers to squeeze the sides of her neck.

The younger girl could be seen mouthing words in an attempt to talk to the older. However her attempts at any communication were met with indifference by Yujin. She stayed true to her words in not letting go. Rei couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, only being able to feel the sensation of Yujins hands pressing against her throat. And the brief relief when she would loosen her grip to let her breathe before going back to the tight grip.

"Cats got you're tongue, huh," Yujin said with a laugh.

"You know, Rei-ah, this is all your fault. All. Of. It." the older girl made sure to eunciate her words with the pressing grip on the youngers throat.

"Just couldn't help yourself. Acting like a slut in front of that fucking boy. When we both know you only want me," Yujins voice was low and rough as she forced eye contact with the helpless girl. She was able to feel Rei gulp against her palm with every insulting profanity she threw at the younger. And more importantly she was able to feel her trying to wiggle her hips.

Catching Yujins attention as she looked down looking at how wet the younger girl was. Their combined fluids leaked out of her in combination with a new wave of wetness that flowed out.

'And look at you still getting off to this," Yujin scoffed.

"But, I'll hand it to you, Rei-ah. You were right. I really can't get enough of your pussy" Yujin said before she plunged her length into the younger girl's soaked core. Making the Japanese girl let out a loud, choked moan as she began a rough, brutal pace. Her only goal in mind really was to make the younger girl suffer for her actions.

Yujin had one hand still firmly around Rei's throat while the other one was pressing on the stomach, loving being able to feel herself through her tummy. And already the younger girl's eyes were glossed over, just barely being able to tell she was looking at her. Yujin loved every second of it (not that she would ever admit it), but she absolutely thrived the most when Rei would bend to whims. Whether it be of her own will or not, she loved it.

She kept plunging her length into the younger girl's hot core, hearing the little pants that fell from Rei's lips with every thrust of her hips. In comparison, Rei's mind could only focus on one thing. Yujin. Her senses were only able to feel, smell, and think of Yujin. How much she hated her. How much she wanted her. But, in every sense of the word, it was all her.

Not once while Yujin was fucking Rei did her eye contact ever falter from the younger girl. Just building the tension in the air for the both of them. As Yujins pace would just not let up as she kept fucking into Rei, only ever letting out rough groans in between every thrust. By this point, they were both covered in sweat from pure overexertion. Both felt exhausted, but neither daring to want to call it quits just yet.

Yujin could feel herself getting closer and closer to her orgasm with every thrust of her hips. But she needed more. With a rough push, she let go of the younger girl's throat at last. Not failing to miss the loud gasps of air coming from Rei. As Yujin hiked Rei's legs over her shoulders and chased after her own orgasm, She fell forward, both of her hands now beside Rei's head. She couldn't help but admire the work she had done. Rei's head was lolled to the side, her chest heaving.

"You're mine. Only mine. Only I get to fuck you like this. No one else," Yujin growled as she kept up the pace. Feeling herself quickly approaching her orgasm.

"Say it." Yujin spat at the younger girl. Not caring how fucked out Rei was, she wanted to hear her say it. But after not hearing a response from the girl, she brought one of her hands to her face and made contact with her cheek, hitting the younger girl.

"Say. it." Yujin repeated herself. Watching the younger girl ever so slightly focus her gaze back onto her.

"I-i’m y-yours," Rei was finally able to stutter out.

And that was enough to send Yujin over the edge as she emptied herself into the younger girl with a loud moan. Collapsing onto Rei in the process. Who was letting out raggedy breaths against her ear.

Yujin heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel her bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead. And more importantly she could still feel the younger girls walls tight around her. She could feel her own load threatening to drip out with every movement she made. So, she made a subtle attempt at pushing her limp length deeper into the Japanese girl.

She stared down at Rei, her eyes still hooded closed and her breath ragged, still trying to catch her own breath. The marks she had left on her neck were very much still visible. Most likely to start bruising in the following days. And just at that moment, the dull stinging in her back reminded her of the scratch that the younger girl had no doubt left on her. Yeah, their makeup artists were definitely going to have a word with them. Yujin couldn't help but laugh to herself.

When that all too well urge made itself known. She needed to piss. Unsurprisingly, it was her normal routine after she came; she usually needed to piss. So, ever so slightly, she moved to pull out before she heard a whimper.

"N-no, n-not yet. P-please," she heard fall from Rei's mouth. She sounded so vulnerable, almost borderline pathetic, Yujin thought. She couldn't deny it, though she did find the sight rather amusing and, dare she say, cute. However, that didn't hinder the fact that she did still, in fact, have to piss at that moment.

"Rei-ah, I have to go to the bathroom; I'll be back, okay?" Yujin reached to cup the younger girl's cheek and lightly caressed it as she spoke.

Before she could even pull her hand away from Rei's cheek, she felt the Japanese girl's hand gripping her wrist.

"N-no," Rei pouted, pulling at Yujin to make her stay. The older girl sighed in defeat. How could she ever deny the younger girl what she wanted when she did that?

"O-okay, fine," Yujin reassured the younger girl, but she didn't feel her grip around her wrist loosen. The urge to piss was only getting stronger at this point. She tried to ignore it, though, as she leaned into the younger girl's touch. Pushing her hips ever so slightly to keep herself buried inside the Japanese girl. This proved to be a mistake as she felt her bladder being put pressure on by her stupidity. And, well, her being pressed up against Rei so closely.

"Rei-ah, I really have to go. Can I just-"

"Mmmm, N-no!" Rei pouted as she shook her head.

Yujin couldn't even tell anymore if Rei was back to being able to think rationally or not. Her cheeks were still flushed, and walls were as tight as ever around her length. And the way she was speaking it was different. Usually, when they were done fucking sure, they'd cuddle for a few minutes after, but Rei was always quick to kick her to the side once she was able to think clearly again.

She wondered what was different this time.

Yujin couldn't wonder for long, though, as another wave of urge hit her. It was starting to get a bit painful at this point, if she was being honest. The dull pain of holding was starting to become a chore in itself. She looked down, seeing as Rei somehow had gotten a grip on both of her arms; there was no way she was getting out of this one.

And that's when an idea popped into her head. She could, in theory, just go right now. She is almost certain Rei wouldn't care as long as she stayed inside her. Yujin had entirely made up her mind on her next move. It wasn't like they were staying in their own dorm anyway; they were in a hotel, at least a good few hundred feet away from the other members. However she did have a shred of dignity left not to do what she was about to do on the mattress she was going have to sleep on for the next two days.

So she gathered Rei in her arms and lifted her up. Despite hearing pouts and whimpers of "no's from Rei, she kept them connected. As she made the tread to the shower, she was able to feel the dribbles of cum leaking out of the younger girl onto her.

Yujin pushed Rei up against the tile of the enclosed shower. Hearing her let out another whimper as her bare back made contact with the cold tiled wall. Yujin was getting just about ready to burst at the seams at this moment. It was getting harder and harder for her to hold. But she wouldn't let go until she saw that Rei was reasonably comfortable. She saw how the Japanese girl's head was knocking against the cold tile ever so slightly. So, Yujin kept one of her hands behind her head. It was the most she could do at the moment to keep her at least somewhat comfortable.

"Rei-ah, I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" Yujin looked at the younger girl to look out for any sort of response. To which she just got a blank stare and a hesitant nod from the girl. This was as good a response as any for this moment, Yujin thought to herself.

It took a few moments, but Yujin was able to start going. Letting out a satisfied low moan as she did so. It was a strange feeling at first. As Rei was already wet, she wasn't really able to tell if there was a difference in feeling of the wetness the younger girl was providing and the one that was exiting her body.

Her arms were starting to become sore forcing her to have to readjust ever so slightly. She hiked the underside of Rei's legs around her, forcing some of the warm fluid to leak down her legs. Partnered with a quiet moan falling from Rei's lips. Causing Yujin to tense up. Was Rei actually enjoying this, she thought? She was so sure at this point that the younger girl had to somehow still be out of it. There was no way there was a sane part of Rei that was enjoying this.

However, Yujin didn't have to wonder anymore when she felt Rei starting to wriggle in her grasp and let out little incoherent noises.

"M-more," Rei muttered in a barely audible tone. Causing Yujing eyes to practically bulge out of her head. But, who was she to deny the younger girl, and after all, she still did have to go?

In the moments proceeding, her stream started to pick back up, and the light tightness around her had started to become comforting in a way. As she continued to piss, she was able to feel the pressure starting to build up. The feeling was comparable to continuing to drink water without swallowing. She had to make a conscious effort to keep pushing piss out.

"F-full," Rei once again stuttered in a hushed tone. The trickle of piss inside her at first was barely noticeable, but as Yujin kept going, she could feel the pressure in her lower stomach building and building. It felt almost pleasurable in a way, being so full in a different way than she had ever been before.

"I-it's okay, R-rei-ah i-i'm almost done," Yujin gritted through her teeth. Having to actively make herself release the piss she had been holding. As she looked down between her and the younger girl, she could see the Japanese girl's tummy had started to bloat in a way that was barely noticeable. She couldn't help but be proud she did that.

That was hers.

With a final grunt, Yujin had finally emptied her bladder. She rested her head against Rei's. Feeling the younger girl's shallow breaths hitting her face. She could feel Rei clenching so tightly around her, almost like she didn't want to let go. Or perhaps she wanted to keep something in. But Yujin knew she had to pull out, her arms were starting to get tired of holding Rei up.

"I-I'm gonna pull out, okay?" Yujin asked. Getting a nod in response from the Japanese girl.

So, ever so slightly, she started to pull out. She could feel Rei's arms draped over her back as she did so. Yujin watched as the fluid started to trickle out of the younger girl; it was entrancing in a way, watching the liquid flow out of the Japanese girl's hole.

As Yujin was able to fully pull herself out, the intensity of the liquid leaking out of Rei increased. It was almost disgusting to say she could feel the fluid getting splashed back onto herself. She watched that with every clench of the younger girl's pussy, more of her piss would be expelled. Hearing the quiet whimpers that fell from Rei's lips. The stream had started to dwindle intensity out of the younger girl as she saw the linger of white dribbles being pushed out along with the rest of her fluid.

Once again, the pair caught their breaths. Yujin was just barely able to keep Rei stable with her own body. She looked down at the younger girl to see her looking back up at her with those stupid, innocent eyes she always had.

"Well, I guess that's one way to get rid of cum"

#ive #ive smut #an yujin smut #an yujin #yujin #naoi rei smut #naoi rei #rei #idol x idol #girl group smut #kpop smut #g!p

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froznwater · 3 months ago

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post WT Alenaoh drabble

Alejandro wins World Tour and now not only does his family treat him poorly, but so does the rest of the world. Even Heather gets her bit of redemption after being "used by the evil Alejandro." But none of the shows fans like him. They can admit he was smart, yes, but ultimately someone able to play with that many peoples hearts is not a good person. Twitter trends with phrases like 'rigged', 'not my tdw', and 'slippery eel' for weeks after his victory. His phone number gets leaked, bombarded with hateful messages, and his car gets keyed during the ten minutes he takes to run into his local mall to pick up a gift for his mother on her birthday. Tiktok makes 'plot twist' edits of him. Where it begins with him, but ultimately switches to another of his precious peers after they "shut him down" and the entire concept is just one big fuck Alejandro party in the comments. Hundreds- thousands of greasy idiots belittling him for their enjoyment. He doesn't even post on Instagram anymore. Too pussy to entirely turn off the comments and let the world think they've won, he just buries the app deep in a folder and leaves it untouched. Eel. Fake. Bop. I'm doing it, are you? How many letters in Alejandro? Is that oil I see? Noah = 8.

Some people even show up at his house. His father hires bodyguards and demands the police to patrol the area, but blames Alejandro for all of it. This is all your fault. You were too careless. You should have done this. You shouldn't have done this. Look, this person figured you out. Why did you say this? That was dumb. Jose would have done better. He WON, didn't he? ...Didn't he? But college starts in two months, so he rides it out as much as he can. College sucks. Everyone stares, but no one approaches unless it's some dickhead-sexist loser clapping him on the back with enough gusto that really re-whacks the reality into him every time. He's met with "Aren't you that asshole that won Total Drama World Tour a couple months ago?" any time he tries to make some friends. None of the cast reach out. It stings, but Alejandro gets it. He's not wanted. Within three weeks, he's moves to the middle of fucking no where with his cat and enrolls in as many online classes that his new mediocre college will allow. - Noah, praised for his intelligence and funny one-liners over his course of 15 minutes of screen-time, is the fan-favourite. Officially. Voted through the after-season special reunion. Even though he never made it far. In the beginning it's vaguely funny, karmatic. Him. Noah. The unlike-able "schemer." Is the one that fans edit on tiktok and quote on Twitter. After a (short)while it's annoying. He can't get his coffee before class without posing(or declining to do so) for at least two instagram photos. He can't scroll Twitter without seeing someone referencing him in the replies. "Giving slippery eel." "It's all down here from here, honey."

Even his nickname for Owen is used to fatshame people everywhere. "Lunchbox." Is commented under anyone over 100 pounds. It puts a foul taste in Noah's mouth that makes him lock his phone and touch fucking grass every time. Tiktok clips of him go viral. So not only does a lot of America know him, most of it does, as well as other parts of the big wide world. It sucks. The studio won't let it die either. They sell merch of his face. Of his sweater vest with the inbuilt button-up. Of his face on a gay flag(which the fans use as confirmation in his sexuality after demanding so from him for months and getting no answer.(He isn't even gay.)) Of his last insult to Alejandro. And, really, who actually won that fight? Noah, bisexual gay icon, who signed away all his rights to merch pay-cut? Or the man and his million dollars that hasn't been seen or heard from in three months? With love and admiration comes hate. It's piling up more and more. And the more people blindly defend him the more people that come out with their "I'm going to be honest. I didn't care for Noah from Total Drama." And Noah can deal with hate. Honestly, he can deal with it better than he can with love and people genuinely liking him. But he's seen the pattern. He knows where this is going. He goes on a few interviews he never accepted before, gets a new phone number, deletes all his social media, applies to a new college with a student count of 2,000, and retires his red sweaters.

Fuck the internet.

- You'll never guess who he sees.

#alenoah #td noah #td alejandro #total drama world tour #total drama #writing #td alenoah

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disneyprincemuke · 11 months ago

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get this right * aa23

the thought of proposing to you is one that always comes easy to alex, but what he hadn’t expected is how difficult it is to execute it

pairings: alex albon x fem!reader

warnings: literally nOthing just a buNCH OF CUTE SHIT

notes: YALL i’ve been simping for this man for like weeks but in my head, he’s just such a sweetheart that i can’t imagine him in bad situations and nOW I FINALLY GOT IT

also… i’m really liking these multiple scenario fics… if you guys have any suggestions with stuff you want to see, please feel free to send them in here and this has been in my drafts since october oh my gooooood

(f1 masterlist)

“you’re telling me you already bought the ring?” max raises an eyebrow at alex, completely baffled at the story his friend has chosen to bestow upon them.

to the question, alex nods. his head snaps to george, who then asks, “and you’ve had it for almost a month?”

again, the thai nods. “and you have yet to propose?” lando says his piece, just as shocked as the rest of the table is.

alex can only nod, dropping his head in disappointment. in the middle of their circular table sat a red velvet box. inside it is the ring that alex had very carefully picked out with his sisters and mother.

yet the diamond ring sits comfortably in the box instead of your finger. and so does he amongst his friends while he faces the million dollar questions as to why he’s had the ring and has yet to propose to you.

“are you having second thoughts?” charles speaks up, tilting his head and biting his lips in curiosity.

if the answer were to be a ‘yes’, that would be worrisome. considering alex is one of the more romantic people they all know.

“no,” alex finally speak, putting a firm hand down on the table. he meets all of their eyes and feels the judgement. he sighs. “i’m not having second thoughts. i want to marry (y/n) just as much as i said before.”

george lifts his hands up and throws alex a questioning shrug. “so what’s holding you back then?”

“well…” alex chews on the inside of his cheek. he glances down at the box and scrunches up his nose, recounting the numerous times he has tried to get on one knee for you.

“i’m afraid it’s really not that simple.”

-> 20 days ago

alex glances at the door of your shared apartment then his eyes jump to the clock hanging just above your decorative plant. you should be home any minute.

the living room has been decorated beautifully with the help of his sisters. there is a singular heart helium balloon tied down to the bouquet of roses that sits on the kitchen island.

he’s even dressed up in his best suit to greet you a warm welcome home.

he sinks further into his couch, shaking his leg in anticipation. he runs his thumb over the velvet material of the box.

alex hadn’t been planning on proposing to you so soon, if he were to be honest. but he woke up that morning to empty half of the bed, with a note in your handwriting reminding him how much you love him and that breakfast is on the table.

his heart felt so full and he just knew today is the day.

so he got up and called his sisters up. they decorated the house together. with their help, he at least has the slightest idea of what to say to you.

it would be embarrassing if he was stuttering every 5 seconds thinking of what to say to you next.

it was 15 minutes later that he started to get worried about you. you usually get home from work around the same time whenever he’s in town — give or take about 5 minutes.

as if you’d read his mind, his phone lights up with a text notification from you.

my car died. can you pick me up please?

without another question, he is already typing a response to let you know that he will be on the way. he adds on the fact that he will call a tow truck for you after you send him your location.

when he gets there, he sighs in relief that you’re safe. he’d already known you were stuck in the parking lot of a mcdonald’s, but how can he really know when he’s rarely home?

you’re sitting on the trunk of your car, eating some ice cream with your phone propped up a box of nuggets. you’re fully occupied by a video you’ve put on to accompany yourself during the wait.

“my love, why didn’t you sit in the car where the seat’s more comfortable?” alex asks as he opens the car door.

you turn your head and open your mouth with an answer, but immediately close it when he comes into view. your eyes scan him up and down, slowly gulping the remaining ice cream in your mouth.

you point at him with the spoon of your mcflurry. “why are you dressed all fancy? you were gonna go out, love?”

alex freezes. he hadn’t even thought of changing out of his outfit before coming to get you. now he has to scrape his brain for an excuse to throw you off, without sabotaging the relationship whole.

it’s like a lightbulb goes off in his head. you’ll totally buy the excuse. “i was giving my clothes a test run,” he giggles sheepishly, but hesitantly from the daggers you were shooting at him. “wanted to see what fit and what didn’t.”

he can almost envision the gears turning in your head as you process his lie. he sighs again when you turn away to lock your phone.

he’s a very bad liar. for two people who have been together for as long as you’ve been, it’s very easy to spot all his telltales.

he tries his best not to lie to you. today is when he’s exerting every single ounce of his ability to do so.

“my car battery died. i saw a screw lose when i’d checked,” you explain, gently climbing off the back of your car. you waddle over to him, lips puckered up as he bends down to meet your lips. “i’m sorry to trouble you, love. i’m sure you were enjoying your fashion show.”

he chuckles, pulling you in for a quick hug. “anything for you, my love.” he walks over to where you are and opens the mcdonald’s paper bag. “oh, you bought us dinner?”

“you dinner,” you correct him. you lean slightly into him with a loud and frustrated huff with your arms hanging around him loosely. “i’ve had such a long day at work today. it could really be deemed as the worst day; i just want to go home and relax.”

alex scrambles in his mind, thinking of several ways he can deviate you from the house a little longer. he makes a mental note to text his sister to do a quick cleanup before you make your way home.

he simply refuses to propose to you when you’re in a bad mood. he doesn’t think your answer would change depending on how you currently feel, but it just doesn’t feel right.

alex hums, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you. “what do you say we go to our spot up in the hills and chill for a little bit?”

he watches you in anticipation. if you didn’t agree, he really wouldn’t know what to do at all. there are only so many excuses he can make. and there's only so much time before his sisters can get to the apartment and get cleaning.

“hm, okay." you lean into him and squeeze him in your hug. “anywhere with you is relaxing.”

-> 18 days ago

so alex shall try again in the planned department. he is once again in your shared apartment. there is a singular rose this time with dinner on the table. this time, decorated by himself.

he’s practised in the mirror. what he should say. everything he had planned out a few days ago is forgotten as the nerves are slightly different this time.

he doesn't get nervous often, but whenever it comes to you, it's inevitable that it bothers him. when it first happened, it was a confusing feeling that he spent days pondering what exactly it is.

when george smacked his head and told him, he looked down shyly at the ground and nodded.

he got the same feeling when he asked you to be his girlfriend and met your parents.

his chosen seat is a bar stool this time, and he plays some games on his phone to remain calm and collected. though still a little bit distracted.

his attention is split between the phone in his hands and the door. occasionally, the footsteps in the hallway make his heart stop as he looks up and waits for a lock to click. it's never the door he wants to open.

his game is briefly interrupted, his mother's picture flashing on the screen while his phone buzzes. it's not unusual that she's calling, but it is a bit of a shock since she knows he's planning to propose tonight.

he picks up the call, an explanation as to why he hasn't texted at the tip of his tongue.

“i’m sorry, sweetie,” his mother’s panicked voice comes through the phone. “can you please come over? it’s an emergency.”

that’s all he needed to hear before he was darting all over the apartment. he’s popped the balloon, as there was clearly no need for it tonight, the rose is hiding behind a bunch of folded shirts in his drawer and the velvet red box goes back into the deepest pit of his underwear drawer.

this time, he remembers to change out of his clothes. it’s slightly less put together than before, but it was still an effort.

“alex, love?” the sound of the door opening makes him perk up. your voice bounces through the apartment, followed by the pitter-patter of the cats’ nails against the hardwood floor. “are you home?”

he stumbles out of your bedroom, pulling up his sweatpants. “i need to go over to mum’s.”

you stop dead in your tracks, the door still held open and the key in your hands. clearly, you notice his panic in the way he’s barely even greeted you. you raise your eyebrows and step aside, leaving a gap for him to go through the door.

“i can drive you if you want,” you offer him, watching him jog towards the car keys.

he’s shaking, and it’s noticeable from the way he’s struggling to find his wallet. his wallet that is very clearly sitting above the shoerack in the entryway.

you grab it swiftly and say his name. it makes him stop briefly, turning to you as he held up the couch’s cushion, still in search of his wallet.

you lift up the leather item and then show him your car keys. you nudge your head towards the hallway. “come on, i’ll drive.”

-> 10 days ago

third time's the charm, right? right?

alex sits in his chair, hands fixing his collar, then his hair, picking at the menu, and then the lace table cover.

"hey, love," you say from behind him, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. "i'm sorry i'm late. there was traffic in the parking lot at the office."

"don't worry about it. i just arrived not too long ago." alex gets up to his feet, pulling you in for a tight hug. he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before running over to pull your seat back for you.

you thank him with the squeeze of his arm while you take your seat. you grab the menu and get comfortable in your seat. "have you looked at the menu yet?"

"not yet, i was waiting for you."

he feels like a stalker watching you from across the table. his hand is in his jacket's pocket, rubbing circles over the velvety material once more. when exactly is the right time to ask you?

"how was work?" alex starts, taking the menu into his hands, looking at you shyly as he awaits your response.

"it's alright. nothing out of the ordinary from me," you mutter with a shrug, flashing him a small grin before returning your attention to the menu. "the pasta looks good, don't you think?"

"i saw their salmon dish online - that looked good," alex answers. but he's been on the same page of the menu for a hot minute, his eyes have read the same item so many times that he has its description memorised.

all he can think of is how to transition to popping the question.

"it does look delicious... do you want to share a dessert after too?" you inquire, looking up at him with a huge smile. "i really want the lava cake."

"with vanilla ice cream?"

"of course!"

and you make small talk with him. which almost makes him forget the ring that's in the pocket of his jacket. you talk and he thinks and thinks and tries to find the perfect time to pop the question to you.

until your smile drops and your head angles to the side slightly. your lips part as your eyes move from his, over to the door in pure shock.

"love, what's wrong?" alex follows your moving gaze.

and he also freezes in his seat. it's his ex-girlfriend. the same exact person that you'd mentioned you thought you could never live up to.

all because his mother had slipped up and asked about her over casual conversation over dinner, and because you had noticed that his sisters still kept in constant contact with her.

he watches you, from the corner of his eyes, sink into your seat and drop your head. you press your lips together and give him a small smile. "maybe let's cancel dessert? i'm not very hungry."

-> now

"do you get why it's a little complicated now?" alex groans, throwing his head back. "it's not like i haven't tried."

charles presses his lips together, nodding slightly as he tries to assess the situation for himself. he hasn't proposed to anybody in his life, so what advice does he have to give his friend? "maybe you're overthinking it?"

"yeah," george nods. "maybe you just have to... ask her. just ask her."

"you're aware i'm proposing to her. i'm not just asking some random girl to be my prom date to the dance," alex lays out his situation slowly, scanning his friends' faces carefully.

they're not serious about just asking you without a whole get-up, are they? he never would have asked them if he'd known how minuscule this issue was to them. it's never as simple as just asking you to marry him.

it's an important question.

"actually, i think twiddle dee and twiddle dum have got a point," max smiles, pointing at their two other friends now rolling their eyes. "if it all keeps blowing up in your face when you plan your proposal, maybe you just need to do it when you... get the feeling. you know?"

"no."

"just do it when you're so overwhelmed at the thought of spending the rest of your life with her," george shrugs, taking a sip from his drink. "would help the nerves, and it makes it more genuine."

alex shakes his head. "i don't know. that doesn't make the moment very special, now, does it?"

"just try it, and then let me know."

-> 5 days later

"love!" your excited voice fills the house, prompting alex to lift his head from the armrest of the couch.

he'd been home all day, claiming a rest day from the gym and other press commitments before he had to do it all over again this weekend for another race.

"yes, love?" alex smiles, opening his arms, watching you walk out of the kitchen and excitedly walk over to him. "what's got you so preppy?"

"love, i was outside coming home from work, and i saw the cutest little snail right outside the apartment building," you giggle, dropping your bag by the foot of the couch. you drop yourself into his arms, adjusting yourself to fit the small space that the couch provides you. "i took a picture, look!"

"you took a picture of a snail?"

"yes!" you nod. "its shell looked so beautiful. and i even moved it to the side so that nobody could step on it unknowingly. just so sad when that happens to them."

and then he knows. it hits him, then and there, while you were rambling on about how beautiful this snail's shell is, that this is the moment. this is the moment that max was talking about.

he props his head up with his hand, nodding as you zoom into the picture you'd taken.

"we should get married," alex blurts, unable to hold himself back. the ring is not even with him - it's somewhere in the back of his closet. but it doesn't even seem like a necessary accessory for him at the moment.

"what?" you tilt your head, slowly dropping your hand into your lap. you sit up and look down at him. "alex, what did you say?"

"i have the ring and everything. hold on." alex scrambles to get off his seat, but you shake your head and put a hand over his chest. you pull him back into the couch, maintaining his position next to you with a puzzled stare.

"did you just say what i thought you just said?"

"yes. and i've been trying to propose to you all month," alex sighs, "something always goes wrong: your car broke down, my mum called, then we saw my ex in the restaurant. i tried setting it up, and of course, i ask you when i don't have the ring with me."

he's flailing his arms in the air as he explains his troubles to you, ultimately throwing his hands towards the direction of your bedroom before he slumps his shoulders and looks at you. "i wanted it to be a picture-perfect moment. i wanted it to be everything you dreamt about growing up. remember?"

"so i heard you right? you're asking me to marry you?" you can barely hide the smile growing on your face, eyes tearing up as you grab his hands. "i don't care about the ring. you're asking me to marry you?"

"do you still want to? i couldn't even propose to you right."

"of course, i want to marry you," you giggle, throwing your arms around him. you pepper his cheek with kisses, alex hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist as he leans back onto the couch. "i love you, alex. you just had to ask me the question. i don't care how, where or when you'd say it."

"obviously, i didn't know that until now," alex laughs. he buries his face into your hair, making a mental note to thank max next weekend for the helpful tip.

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