#WHAT'S THE SCRIPT AGAIN? BABY YOU FELL OFF

[henneseyhoe]

Lights, Camera, Action.

Terry Richmond x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: light smacking, fingering, brief PinV, unprotected (wrap it uhp!), daddy kink, sir kink, squirting, head (m receiving), Pornstar!Terry, dirty talk, slightly unedited, short. i think das it.

SUMMARY: The camera loooves you, and Terry gets all your good sides.

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If it wasn’t for the cameras, she probably would have fell in love with the man.

“Look real pretty for the cameras, baby. They ain’t watching for nothing” He whispered into her ear softly while pushing into her. The mic most likely didn’t catch it, but she caught all of it. Every dirty, nasty thing he spoke into her ear, guiding her with how to look, what to do, how to feel. He did it so well she almost forgot this was just work, he made her feel like a rookie in just this thirty minutes of filming.

She turned her head to the professional camera pointed at her face, her moans only heightening as he folded her legs closer to the beds sheets, her heels pointed to the ceiling and toes curling when he bottomed out. “Now smile. Show them how much you love getting fucked like a complete slut.”

Fuck…

Sweat dripped down the back of her neck as she stared into the camera lens, the reflection of her looking back and showing how much of a complete mess she was, most of her lipstick smudged across her lips. He wouldn’t even allow her to wipe her face. The messier, the better, he said.

“You gonna cum on daddies dick?”

“Y-yes!”

“Yes what?” His hips pressed against hers, skin flushed against each other as he well groomed pubic area met her clit.

“Yes, Sir!”

He had gotten so deep that she could feel every twitch from him inside of her stomach, the movement teetering her off the edge of her orgasm just a little more than before. He wasn’t far behind either. With every clench, he prepared himself mentally for having to do another take because he came too early, leaving the director to instruct him to get himself up again after the overstimulation period had subsided.

“Cut!”

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“Such a good girl. You can take it just a little deeper”

Terry held the back of her head with a steady hand, sure to push her head back down whenever he felt her attempting to come up for air. She heard the cue from behind the camera to give them a good shot, making her open her eyes and look for the recording lens.

A camera snapped pictures, close ups of her mouth wrapped around his thick dick, her pussy dripping with arousal, and her erect clit peaking from underneath her clitoral hood kept to be stored in a harddrive later and uploaded to a dirty site with premium content.

The flash showed all of the glistening sweat on her body and the outline of his dick deep down her throat. It was hard for her to even lift her head with more than enough inches down her throat and him standing above her wasn’t helping. The constant sensation to gag poked at her reflexes until she couldn’t refuse anymore.

Popping off of him with a gasp, spit fell from her chin and onto the hardwood floor that had her wishing she put a pillow down for her knees. He chuckles darkly, pleased with her attempt to keep all of him down.

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Using that mouth for something so much better than running it. Fuck, you look so pretty like this” He praised as his hand lightly taps on her wet cheek, smudging the blush she applied earlier.

He wanted so badly to just shove his fingers down her throat and make her gag again, but they had already gone off script enough for that day. He’d just have to get her number for a more private session.

“Good girls get prizes, don’t they?”

“Yes, Sir” She nods.

“You wanna cum don’t you?”

“Yes, please”

Without another question, he lifts her by the waist and effortlessly tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the heels she wore clicking together as she settled across his broad shoulder.

With him now sat on a couch, she bent over his knee like he told her to and lifts her own skirt while Terry gestures the camera towards him.

“Look at that…” He slides his fingers between her lips and spreads them for the camera to see, her clit jumping at the feeling.

“Wet ass pussy” A loud smack sounded off in the room, her back arching in before quickly regaining its original form before she earned herself a harder smack.

Her ass bounced back like waves against his hand, one of them squishing her cheeks as his other hand slide further between her legs, the pads of his fingers teasing at her clit before he sunk two fingers into her.

Off bat, he started with no easy pace, his fingers curling up to her gspot as a long string of moans left her pretty little mouth. The moans were broken up into sections, sounding as if someone was shaking her by the shoulders; it was really just the effect of his wrist colliding with her ass.

“Wanna cum- Can I please?” She whined helplessly, trying so hard not to let her thighs close of him or for her to roll right off of his lap. She couldn’t even begin care about the cameras anymore.

“Wet it up, baby” He demanded a response from her body as his fingers pressed up against her favorite spot, wiggling until she clenched so hard he no longer had room to move. Her legs shook violently and her thighs finally locked together, gushing of her wetness soaking his entire lap and the couch.

“Uh-huh, look at you still following orders” He smirked and pried her thighs apart again, laying smacks on her clip to beckon a stronger orgasm to her, which she got. As his hand made contact, water splashed up from her middle.

“Look at that mess you made, baby”

Her upper body slumped down onto the couches cushions. He was proud of his work, fixing her up to sit properly in his lap after pulling his fingers out of her and bringing them to her lips.

“Now open, look into the camera, and clean me up”

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💌-IM BACK 😜 this was originally supposed to be for lewis but fuck it we ball am i right????

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Should have been me.

Since Auron's mom doesn't have a confirm name I've named her Aurelia.

Aurelia rushed to grab her phone and call Trish, her bestie wouldn't believe what she found out! Giggling and kicking her feet the red head listened to the phone ring. It picked up and she couldn't help but giggled mischievous.

"Lia, I have something to tell you." A smooth voice was heard. On the other end Trish was at her he desk writing a letter.

"Titi, I have something to tell you too!" Blurting out Aureila couldn't contain her excitement. What she didn't know, Trish's heart skipped a beat hearing her words.

"Let's tell each other at the same time then." Whispering Trish took a deep breath. The nerves she had in this moment made her want to throw up.

"Okay on the count of three!" Giddy Aurelia was wondering what her childhood friend would want to share. But she knows Trish is going to love what Aurelia was going to tell her.

"One..."

"Two..."

"...Three! I love-" before Trish could finish, Aurelia's confession cut her off. The older woman's throat felt like it was contracting itself.

"Lucius and I are pregnant!" Squealing the red head laid down on her bed and began to rant about it all. "He's going to propose to me soon! We're going to be one big happy family!"

Trish looked down at her hands, a scripted she had for confessing to Aurelia. Since when ever the glasses wearing woman was close to doing it she would fumble her words.

As the red head twirled her hair she paused not hearing her best friend. Shit was the line being fucky again?

"Titi? You there?" Asking curiously, Aurelia could hear a paper rip. Then Trish clearing her throat and laughing happily.

"I'm so happy for you, Lia. Have you thought about names?" Masking her grief, Trish wiped the tears that fell. It seems she was too late to confess her love.

"We have! I wanted the baby's name if a boy to be Auron! After my father. I don't know for a girl though maybe a flower?" Rambling, Aurelia couldn't hear Trish's heart breaking as she continued.

They were on that call for hours. Until Aurelia had to leave for an appointment with Lucius.

"Titi, I'm so happy I have a friend like you. You're going to be their God mom!" Giggling, Aurelia then sighed, "Okay I have to go love you lots mwah!"

"...bye, Lia." Mumbling back, Trish hanged up the phone. Looking at her desk she brought her hands up and sobbed.

Why didn't she confess sooner?

[heavensentbabe]

Caught myself in a victim state, and the way I caught on that shit so fast 💀 The way I just naturally went back into a relaxed, unbothered state; the way it was that easy... Like I'm really fucking good at this.

[mentally-gone002]

worried on the floor

summary: spencer passes out in a moment of panic after a case that put him on edge when his girlfriend isn’t home at her usual time. 

warnings: probably some inaccuracies because i’m a child and don’t know what tf i’m talking abt

a/n: got bored and had time between writing a script so here yall go, eat up you hungry bitches💜

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apartment 23 had stood alone and dark ever since y/n had left for work. she usually left at the same time as spencer but he was away working a case. 

when spencer was home and the workday ended y/n was always the first one home, always there to greet him with a kiss at the door. 

today that was different. 

spencer felt something was off when he got through the door. his head was already full of the days previous case, which was filled with solving the kidnappings and murders of young women in wisconsin. they were all y/n’s age, which is what made him anxious. 

“y/n?” he still called out, “are you home?” the question floated in the air, unanswered. 

spencer toed off his shoes and put them on the mat right where they always sat beside hers. 

her shoes were missing. 

the slow acceleration of spencer’s heartbeat made his hands sweat with anxiety during his slow advance further into his apartment. 

why wasn’t she home? 

he flipped on the lights in the kitchen and the living room. everything was as they had left it that morning. he breathed shakily with the worry in his chest growing by the second. 

what if something happened to her.

is she okay?

spencer’s hands were shaking but he didn’t notice until he was pulling out the phone in his pocket to dial her number. the line rang and rang with no answer. only your voicemail. 

“hey, i can’t answer now ‘cause i’m probably doing something pretty amazing. leave your message at the beep and i’ll get back to you!” 

he tried again but it went to voicemail, again. he anxiously snapped his phone shut but kept it in his hands as he stood still in the middle of the apartment between the kitchen and the living room. 

spencer felt himself starting to panic; breath quickening and shallow, his heartbeat drumming in his ears at a pace that would be concerning to anyone monitoring it. he felt light headed from not getting enough oxygen, but he pushed the feeling down by worrying about her. that only caused his head to be filled with that swimming feeling. 

he needed to know she was okay. 

he needed to know she was coming home. 

the last thing he remembered was staring at his phone, flipping it open almost in slow motion and trying to dial morgan’s number but his fingers wouldn’t press the buttons. 

he blinked and it went dark.

y/n got home fifteen minutes later than usual. she noticed spencer’s car outside and excitedly walked up to the second story. she noticed two missed calls from him on her way up. 

when she reached the second floor she saw the soft orange hew of the lights on inside from under the door before she noticed the door wasn’t closed all the way. 

a million thoughts raced through her mind as she moved in slow motion to push the door open, looking for anything that would signal at a break in. that would be the only explanation for the door not being closed and locked; spencer was a stickler for locking the doors since he knew what monsters were out there. 

there was nothing that told her there was someone inside, but the image of spencer’s body laying on the floor made her scream. 

“spencer?” she fell to the floor right above him, a hand shakily touching his face. “spencer?” she kept calling his name but he wasn’t waking up. “baby, i need you to open your eyes! please open your eyes!” her fingers pressed into the side of his neck, feeling for a heartbeat that had her relieved to feel.

she kept trying to wake him, using all of the things she knew for a situation like this. 

she moved his body so that he was flat on his back and then grabbed his shoulders, jostling them. 

“spencer!” y/n felt her eyes burn with tears as she kept trying to wake him. “spencer, wake up! please…” she dropped her head onto the center of his chest just before sobs wracked her body. her hands squeezed the tops of his shoulders so tight that he would definitely have marks there for a day or two. she kept on moving his shoulders, lightly now.

spencer squeezed his eyes closed, breathing in with a groan. he felt a weight on his chest, not something he was imagining but a physical weight. he shifted himself on the floor. 

“spence?” he heard y/n whisper. “oh, thank god.” she sighed, sitting up to wipe tears that stained her face with one hand while the other cupped his face. 

he furrowed his brows and sat up, one arm propping him up. “are you okay?” he asked groggily, studying her face with worried eyes. “what happened?” 

she shook her head. “i came home and you were unconscious. i was so scared, spencer.” she whimpered. 

spencer frowned, pulling her into him. he was ignoring the pain in his head. “hey, everything’s alright. i’m okay.” he whispered, moving his hands to cup her face and make her look at him. “y/n, i’m okay.” 

she nodded in his hands. “i know, i know.” y/n blinked hard and breathed slow. “i’ve never known you to just… pass out. have you been taking care of yourself? you were out working on that case for a while.”

he nodded, smiling the best he could at her. “yeah, i have. i just stressed myself out, that’s all.” 

“why? what was stressing you out?” she wondered. 

spencer looked away at how they were seated in the floor. “i thought someone like our last unsub got you because you weren’t home before me.” he sighed with closed eyes. 

y/n frowned. “no one got me.” she assured.

“i’m so thankful for that.” he sighed, putting his arms around her shoulders to hide his face in her neck. “so thankful.” 

y/n put her arms around his back in return, holding onto him tight just to tell him she really was there. “i’m glad you’re okay, spencer.” she told him. 

he nodded and closed his eyes to better revel in the feeling of having her this close. 

[obxsummer]

making the bed // ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

summary: charleston provided no leads, jj return from his parental adventure, john b plays therapist, and sarah's got something to tell you. everyone's got a whole lot of secrets and shit is about to hit the fan.

warnings: s4 spoilers, talks of depression and anxiety

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Charleston was a huge hole of dead ends. Cleo had attempted to kill the man who’d murdered Terrance, which lead to John B almost shooting him. Sarah and Pope almost drowned down in the catacombs, and you and Kiara were left to corral everyone back to the Twinkie when shit hit the fan.

You fell back into your usual numb routine, letting everyone shower and clean up upon arrival back to Poguelandia, while you went out to the shop to check on everything and see if JJ had resurfaced. To your relief, the HMS Pogue was pulling up as soon as you hit the dock and you took off running.

“JJ!” You yelled as you got closer, tugging the hood off your head just in time to collide with his chest and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Hi, oh shit-” He caught you with ease, grabbing the back of your head to hold you closer. You took a deep breath, breathing in his cologne that you’d replaced every time he’d run out and the faint scent of your shampoo that he swore he never used. 

“You okay?” JJ asked quietly, his fingers grabbing the nape of your neck to massage the pressure points of your skin before letting you back to the ground. He could practically feel the anxiety and tesnion radiating off of you, and he was likely no different.

“Where’d you go?” You avoided his question. “Did you find your dad?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “He’s been hiding out with Barracuda Mike. He um… he told me he wasn’t my real dad.”

You swore you could hear your heart cracking in your chest. “What?”

“I know.. I don’t-” He groaned and handed the letter from the other day over to you, allowing you to read the script writing fully this time. “It says talk to your father, and then Luke says that Wes Genrette… is my grandfather.”

Your eyes skimmed the writing quickly, Wes’s letter telling JJ he needed to ask his dad regarding albatross, and a bunch of other things you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on. “That would make Groff your dad? And Larissa…” You trailed off with the sinking realization that if all of this was true, JJ’s birth mom was dead. Gone.

JJ heaved a big breath. “Yeah. And that baby she supposedly drowned with? That’s me.”

“You?”

“Mhmm.”

“You’re…you’re a Genrette.”

JJ shrugged, his eyes distant as he looked over the water. “He’s.. he’s probably trying to work some inheritance scam and he’s trying to get some money, trying to use me for a quick buck because that’s all he does.”

“Look.” You grabbed his face in your hands, holding him steady from the spiral he was getting ready to jump into. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We… we’ll figure it out.”

His expression crumbled in your hold, and he moved forward to kiss you slowly, teeth pulling on your bottom lip in want of more. “Missed you.”

You smiled and kissed him again, sinking fully into his hands like a piece of putty. “Missed you too. So much.”

“Don’t tell the others?” He mumbled it in a questioning tone. You nodded in agreement, figuring the two of you could theorize and catch up later. His arms scooped you up again, lips finding yours as he moved slowly up to the shop and out of view of your friends if they resurfaced.

“How was Charleston?” JJ asked once you were settled on the counter and his hands rested on your hips.

You shrugged, fingers twisting in the strands of blond hair on his neck. “A bust, as usual. They beat us to it. We all split up, so you can ask them for more since JB and I got stuck on graveyard duty.”

JJ smiled, a small laugh in his chest before he kissed you again. “Glad you were with him, keeps you safe.”

You rolled your eyes at his concern, but it was appreciated nonetheless. There was a lot of heavy conversations that needed to happen between the two of you, but you didn’t want to add to JJ’s already confused mindset. He didn’t need that right now, especially when he just wanted to love on you and forget it all happened.

John B came in search of you and JJ shortly after, hand slamming over his eyes when he caught sight of your small makeout session. “Gross, can you not?”

You flipped your brother off without looking at him and unlocked your ankles from behind JJ’s back. “Nobody invited you,” You sang toward him as JJ squeezed your hips.

“Shower’s open,” Your brother ignored your negative comment and focused on your boyfriend. “You good, dude? Everything okay?”

JJ frowned and offered John B a shrug. “It’s my dad, dude. He’s like a fucking roach, never really goes away.”

John B nodded, taking the hint that the topic didn’t really want to be discussed. He squeezed JJ’s shoulder in support before flicking your knee cap. “Get out of here, smelly. Don’t need you stinkin’ up the shop.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed off the counter to head into the house with the intent to clean up. The zoning hearing was tonight regarding the property, and a lovely pit of ever-present anxiety had settled in your chest. 

Taking your time to soak up the hot water and wash the chaos of the last 48 hours off your body, you rejoined the group on the porch where everyone had been catching JJ up on the events in Charleston.

“You know, that’s a lot of sarcasm we don’t really need right now, okay?”

“Sorry, I was just rat swarmed, so.”

You disregarded John B and Pope’s lover fest and walked forward into JJ’s awaiting arms, tucking yourself into his chest without a word. You listened in as they theorized rallying people on The Cut in hopes of having some sort of attention on the zone hearing, hoping the majority crowd would provide some defense.

“Speaking of family, this is gonna sound insane, but Rafe came by before we left…”

You pulled yourself out of JJ’s embrace to stare at Kiara, terrified. Your heart was pounding in your chest out of fear that she would reveal more than intended. 

“What?”

“Why?”

John B met your gaze. “He was there. That’s why you were crying before we left. Why didn’t you say something?”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, trying to give him all the answers in your expression without having to speak. 

Kiara held out the business card Rafe had placed in your hand, reaching it out to Sarah. “I don’t know,” Your friend lied, “He said he wanted to help… help us.”

Sarah snorted as she read the text on the card. “Rafe Cameron, CEO. CEO of what? Whatever. I’ll hit him up, see what he can do.”

John B was still looking at you like he was putting together every piece of the puzzle. “Alright, let’s do this shit.”

Each of you took a claim to your portion of support, JJ taking the surf crew on the beaches with a promise to not get distracted. John B was taking Sarah to speak to Rafe, leaving Kie, Pope, and Cleo to head into town. 

“Hey!” John B called out when you’d made your move to follow JJ. “You’re with me, Birdie.”

You stared at John B for a moment, trying to decide if it was worth the argument before nodding in agreement. JJ departed after kissing you again, the life slowly coming back into his face as processed the emotions he’d been going through. 

Once Sarah disappeared into the house that was addressed on Rafe’s, you realized why John B requested you to come with. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Rafe was at the house?”

You sat in the passenger seat, eyes scanning the estate in front of you as you shrugged. “Didn’t want to talk about it.”

John B sighed, his hand rubbing over his face. He was frustrated with the way you closed yourself off, but he also knew it was a defense mechanism. “You can’t shut yourself off from me, not after our conversation last night. I said we weren’t done?”

Your fingers picked at the worn interior of the Twinkie. God, you loved JB but you hated when he pulled the older brother card. “JB, please.”

John B reached over to grab your hand to stop your anxious fidgeting. He pulled slightly until you were facing him and couldn’t avoid the conversation. “You dropped a pretty heavy bomb last night. Are you okay?”

“Am I ever?” You shook your head, curling into a ball as comfortable as possible across the seat. You gave a half-assed laugh. “I don’t like that being around Rafe renders me completely useless. I don’t like that I shut down and become a ball of crying anxiety for the following day. I don’t like that, I hold you down, I weigh on the group, it-”

“Woah, woah. You do not weigh anyone, especially me, down? You hear me?” John B disagreed, tugging on your hand so you would look at him again. “Birdie, come on. You gotta talk to me.”

“I’m trying.” You pulled away to rub at your eyes and attempt to reset your brain. “God, I’m trying. It’s like wired into my head. Every time I try to think differently, it tells me I’m wrong. It’s like a self-curated internal torture that-”

“Okay words are getting too big,” John B interrupted with a shake of his head. “I told Sarah on the ferry home I’m done putting the two of you in danger. Every thing we’ve done risks one of your lives and I’m not doing it anymore, okay? That includes letting you stew with the darkness in your head. I let it happen for too long when Dad was here and I refuse to do it any longer.”

You blinked tears away as best as you could before meeting John B’s gaze again. This was your older brother, and shit had he started to act like it. JJ tended to allow you to be self-destructive because he did it to himself, so it was hard to pull someone out of something that you sunk into on your own. Apparently, John B wasn’t letting it slide anymore.

“You are so important, to me, to JJ, to Sarah, and to our friends. I know you don’t think that, and I know you let the negativity win some nights, okay? But I refuse to give up on you, and I refuse to let you fall apart in the room next to me because of some asshole who had everything handed to him his whole life, even if he’s my technical brother-in-law.”

A small laugh made its way out of you at the reminder that John B and Sarah were married in their terms, the small handcrafted rings on their fingers a new addition to prove such. You were watching them grow up right in front of you, as if you and Sarah weren’t practically the same age. Everything between John B and Sarah felt so real and mature even if they were still shotgunning beers and eating expired chips every other week.

You were grateful for Sarah’s return, even if she seemed less than pleased. Hopping out of the passenger seat, you returned to the back where you could flop down in your sorrow, despite everything John B had tried to talk into you. The energy of dealing with the hearing and attempting to rally the island wasn’t there for you, and quite frankly, you wanted a nap. 

Sarah apparently had no luck with Rafe, to which John B wasn’t surprised about. Your brother busied himself calling some connections as Sarah climbed into the back with you, the two of you laying across the blanket covered ground of the van.

“You okay?” She asked quietly as she twisted on her side to face you. “I know you’re sick of hearing that, but I wanted to ask.”

You blinked tiredly at her, but nodded. “This isn’t going to work,” You admitted honestly, knowing despite all the effort your group would put in, nothing ever worked out when the Kooks are behind it. “I want it to, but unless we get rich in the next two hours, we’re fucked.”

“I um… I know this isn’t a great time but, can I tell you something?” The shift in her tone made you concerned and you frowned but nodded nonetheless. “I haven’t had my period in… a while.”

“A while?” You repeated and pushed yourself up on your elbows to meet her height. “Sarah.”

She groaned and ran her hand across her face. “I know! I know. I should’ve… ugh. I just thought it was stress, and I don’t want to know, but I… I  think I already know.”

“Did you um… did you check?” The lump in your throat was building quickly and you tried to fake a cough to help. Shit.

She bit her lip and shook her head slowly. You nodded in understanding, silence consuming the van as the idea soak in for the two of you. 

“Does John B…?”

“No,” She answered quietly, her voice shaking. “I want to be sure, and I know things are messy right now, so I don’t want to stress him out. You were the only person I could think to tell.”

You placed your hand on her arm in comfort despite feeling like someone’s hand was squeezing your heart. “Sarah, he’s going to be so excited.”

“We just had this conversation on the ferry about it, and I… we’re so young, and I’m so scared,” She explained as she leaned back against the door. “We’re going to be homeless, and broke, and this is no environment to be raising a child in.”

“I know, but you’ll figure it out,” You reassured, “We’ll figure it out.”

Sarah nodded, tears finally breaking through as she squeezed your hand in return. She shifted forward, colliding to hug you tightly. A sob echoed through the van, whether it coming from you or her, you didn’t know. You felt like your heart was being ripped in two, pure excitement for Sarah and John B, but also a wave of sorrow for yourself and the knowledge that this feeling wouldn’t ever be yours. 

Thankfully, your brother didn’t give you time to sink further into thought as he caught sight of the two of you crying in the backseat.

“Aw, seriously? What the fuck did I miss now?”

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a/n: sorry she's short but i'm prepping for the hottest crashout of the century next chapter

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[strniohoeee]

reader breaks up with her bf bc she finds him cheating on her so she goes to the triplets house crying and chris comforts her

What Did I Do?

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader (friendship)

Synopsis: Receiving a DM that your boyfriend of two years has been cheating on you practically the whole relationship is something nobody ever wants. But sadly it was Y/N’s reality 🥀

Warnings⚠️: None, I lowkey went off script? Mannn idkkkkk. I wish time travel was real…(side note LMFAO)🤭

Song for imagine: Black Cab- Lola Young

Did I say something to make you fall

Out of love?

Makes me want to throw up

And I did

Isn't it funny how life can change in an instant? You could have everything you’ve ever wanted swiped from right under you. I prayed many nights that that wouldn’t be my fate. Begging the universe? God? Anyone really to finally let me have peace in my life.

So as I sat here with my stomach in a pit of anger and hurt, I sat cursing the Gods. What did I ever do to deserve an outcome like this? Love is truly a losing game. My blinking back tears as the messages just kept coming. One ping after another. Never thought I would get a ‘hey girly’ text, but hey there's a first for everything.

Betrayal, hurt and sadness lingered in my chest as my breathing began to shallow out. Videos, pictures and text messages of my boyfriend (soon to be ex) had in fact been cheating on me for the past year and a half of our two year relationship. Watching the videos and reading the messages made me physically sick. My tears fell instantly, but soon the disgust settled in. And shortly after was the extreme anger.

My leg bounced anxiously as I bit my nails, waiting for Lee to get home. Rarely ever did he see me truly angry, but lord did I want to key his car and spit in his face…. Hey maybe even smash his phone and then his car windows.

Too deep into my thoughts as my nails tapped the dining room table I hadn’t noticed Lee got home. Dropping his keys into the bowl left by the front door. I blinked back to reality and my leg began bouncing again as my nostrils flared.

“Hey baby” Lee smiled as he caressed my head and kissed my forehead before heading behind me to the fridge.

My silence clearly bothered him as I heard a small scoff. Seems ironic for him to be annoyed…. Not like hes been fucking another girl behind my back for most of our relationship.

“No hello? What's your issue?” He asks as he cracks his drink open, I was immediately annoyed

And now it was my turn to sigh

“A year and a half? Really Lee?” I asked slowly standing up

“What are you talking about?” He asks laughing

“PLEASE! Please don’t act fucking stupid” I replied shutting my eyes to calm myself down

“I really don’t know what's going on. Did I forget our anniversary?” He states again laughing once more

“Let me jog your memory sweetheart” I state opening my phone and offering him a smile

“Hey Y/N, I know you don’t know me, but I wanted to let you know Lee and I have been dating for a year and a half. I found out the other day you guys have been together for two years” I read to him

“ I mean poor girl you played us both you sick bastard” I replied looking up at his smug face

“Y/N… baby you have actually lost your mind. I can’t believe you’d believe some random jealous girl on the internet” He states shaking his head and chuckling

“You will not gaslight me baby” I said mocking his attitude

“Because I have plenty of proof, would you like to see it” I asked him opening my phone again

“Please enlighten me’’ he states crossing his arms over his chest

Oh man was this information going to have his head spinning faster than he can respond to me.

“Oh look what we have here, your phone number in her phone, oh and look at this “I miss you baby” “Can’t wait to take you to Vegas for our one year” “You looked so hot last night at dinner” “When can I see you?” “ I stated as I began to sniffle and tears began to fall from my eyes.

“And there’s more, let's keep reading some more shall we. You left me stranded alone with my sick aunt because you went to stay with her. You’re a fucking dog man! When I needed you the most because my aunt was dying you were in Tulum with this girl. I can not believe you.” I stated scrolling through the DM

“ I think you need some time alone” he stated looking at me wide eyed

“ That’s all you have to say?” I asked him

“This information is easily false” He replied

“Are you fucking kidding me? You know what isn’t false? These fucking pictures” I replied storming over to him

Showing him the pictures of him and that girl naked in bed.

“That's fake Lee? Huh? That’s fucking fake?” I asked him as I jabbed him in his chest with the corner of my phone

“Yeah you can fake messages, but you can not fake those photos. I know what your naked body looks like and so does that girl for a year and a half” I state backing away from him

I sat there basically begging for a why and all he could do was stare at me like I was crazy. I have never seen this side of him and it was making me physically sick

“Why aren’t you talking? WHY AREN’T YOU TALKING? WHY AREN’T YOU REACTING” I screamed at him

His lack of emotions sent me over the edge in to a fit of rage.

“You are a sick fucking man. How could you be with both of us? You can’t have your cake and eat it too” I stated glaring at him

“Looks like I did” He replied smuggly

My face dropped and all I could do was stare at him with no emotions. My heart was shattering even more than it already had. My eye twitched in anger. His face became very punchable.

“Get the fuck out” I replied as I stared at him blankly

Rolling his eyes he grabbed his stuff and headed to the door. Running up behind him I snatched his keys and slid the key to MY house off.

Throwing the keys back at him, they hit the floor and as he picked them up from the floor he looked up at me.

“All your shit will be outside by tomorrow, pick it up and stay the fuck out of my life” I state blankly as I held the door open for him

Before he could fully get out the door I slammed it against him. Hitting him hard as he stumbled down the first step. A grunt of pain left a smile on my face.

Shortly after I got in my car, allowing the silence to overtake me. Tears falling down my face as I screamed. The silence rattled as I banged my fist against the steering wheel. I was so angry and hurt. Yet I found myself driving to the one place I knew I’d find comfort.

Putting my car in park, I made my way to their front door. Ringing the doorbell I sat on their front step. Mascara ran down my face as I trembled from the cold. The tears never ending leaving a blurry view of the front door.

Thirty seconds later the front door opened.

“Hey Y- Woah! What happened, are you okay?” Chris asks me as he yanks me inside, locking the door behind us

“He cheated” I replied crying and falling to my knees at the end of their stairs

“What?” He asked getting nervous

“Chris he’s been cheating for a year and a half, Lee threw our two year relationship down the drain. I can’t believe this” I replied hyperventilating

Stooping down to my level Chris began to rub my back. Cooing me as he listened to my sobs

“Take your time, you don’t have to talk about it” He replied as he helped me up to walk up the stairs

“I saw the messages and the videos and the pictures. I feel so gross he was two timing me basically our whole relationship. I’m so dirty I can’t believe this” I choked out as we made it down to his room.

“No do not say that! You are not dirty or gross. Lee is the scum of this earth for cheating on you” He says as he held me in his arms

“Anybody who cheats on their significant other is a piece of shit, but especially if they cheat on someone like you. Y/N you are an amazing person and you deserve way better than Lee” He states as he rubs my back

“No I don’t” I replied muffled by the fabric of his hoodie

“Yes you fucking do. Do not let that piece of shit define your love life from now on. You will find a better man who will respect you and love you for you. A man who won’t cheat on someone like a dumb ass coward” he stated as he pulled me away

“I just can’t believe he would do such a thing” I replied looking up at Chris and wiping my nose

“His name is Lee and he has to take liquid medicine because he’s too pussy to swallow a pill. You my friend will be just fine” Chris replied laughing, his statement made me laugh because it was indeed true. And that made me realize how pathetic Lee truly is.

“There’s that radiant smile of yours” He says winking at me

“So keep your head up because he is not worth a drop of your tears or a waste of your breath” He says to me as he hugs me once more

“Thank you Chris for always being there for me” I replied offering him a warm smile

“Always Y/N, you are my bestfriend and seeing you hurt kills me” He replied wiping my tears from my eye.

“Now how are you planning to get him back?” Chris asks smirking evilly

“Noo I won’t do that” I replied shaking my head

“Oh come on! The queen of getting people back since we were kids?” He replied cocking an eyebrow at me

Glancing up at him I smirked at him, Racking my brain for an idea

“On second thought there is one thing we can do” I replied getting Chris in on the revenge scheme

The next morning before Lee came back to pick his stuff up from my house. Chris and I threw his belongings on the side of the street. Pouring syrup and glitter all over everything. Laughing as we did it because we knew everything was virtually ruined.

Tossing his expensive items from the second floor balcony. Saying “whoops” every time we chucked something over the railing.

Keeping everything I purchased him, so I could resell everything. Let’s just say Lee wasn’t very happy about his destroyed items and especially when he found out I was keeping the items I purchased him.

Chris made me feel better and ultimately forget all about Lee and his cheating bitch ass.

What would I do without an amazing friend like Chris……

The End

Thank you all sooo much for the support and sticking by me🥺🖤🖤. I really love yall 😭💕💕💕

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Black Noir x Piano!Player!Reader

Summary: Black Noir is known for having a knack of taking over the piano when anyone from your agency is sent to play for Vought. You’ve been warned of this, and although you have played for Vought before, you’ve never come across the mysterious hero. Something you are very grateful for. But your luck can only last for so long.

A/n: this baby doesn’t get enough love so I had to write something xx

Your fingers were on autopilot as they played the music for the prestigious party. Your ears mindlessly listened to the gossip and conversations around you as you played. The music was rather somber, the conversations consisting of information you’d rather not ever know, and no one was really paying attention otherwise to the notes you played. No one ever did, really.

The music at these Vought parties served as a filler. It was there to ward off any awkward moments, and fill a light vibe in the air between the many governing officials that more or less put up fake appearances when interacting with each other. It was just background noise to the dull, materialistic atmosphere that surrounded the party. You had done this same routine every time you were scheduled to play for Vought, and almost every time things went the same.

You got hired to play at a party by Vought for 5 hours, sitting all night long at the piano, and had a 30 minute break in between your hours. The same routine you followed whenever you were booked by Vought. No one came to check up on you throughout the party, or really make sure you were playing the music, and you were in charge of making sure you didn’t skip your break.

So it wouldn’t hurt to kick things up a bit now, would it? Not like anyone would notice, or more likely care, would they?

Your fingers fluidly transferred the slow melody into an upbeat one, your hands now dancing over the keys instead of gliding over them, a jubilant tune washing over the party. You let a little smile break your professional exterior, and your rod straight posture used when playing, relaxed slightly. As expected, no one turned around at the change of the music, too invested in their conversations to notice or care. And a little selfishly, you preferred it this way.

You played on and on, taking this opportunity to practice some music you had been rehearsing on your downtime, those moments being the only times where you spared a glance towards Madelyn Stilwell and the other Vought officials, seeing if they noticed you weren’t playing the pieces of music they requested of you. Of course, they didn’t even so much as twitch their heads in your direction, and your posture relaxed some more, this comfort allowing you to play the unapproved music for longer than what was allowed. But no harm, no foul right? No one noticed you going off script, so why not take advantage. If only you knew about the hidden eyes that were watching you from the shadows.

After about an hour of passing the time indulging yourself, you fell into the light flow of music again and went back to the scheduled sheets of music. You huffed slightly, a little disappointed at having to quit the lively tunes, but keeping the self satisfied little smile plastered on your face as you played on. After all, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to play something else other than the same 12 melodies.

So yet again, you fell into the muscle memory of the notes, eyes glazing over in the disassociation that came with doing a repetitive action, mindlessly humming the notes lowly to yourself. So blissfully oblivious and unassuming of your surroundings at the time. So when looking back at this moment in the future, you would want to slap yourself for not noticing the approaching figure that had snuck up next to you. Because you really should’ve with how many times you had been warned.

You quickly choked on your hum when you felt the weight of someone else sit down next to you on the bench, and your ghost of a smile immediately vanished when you spotted the black combat boots placed closely to your own black professional shoes.

You knew exactly who it was.

How couldn’t you?

He was somewhat infamous to you piano players who were always scheduled for Vought. The many tales of Black Noir’s taking over the piano when someone was playing for the party was one too many. Thomas, a man who played for Vought more than you, warned you many times about Black Noir’s tendencies.

“Aye, he has a knack for sitting down next to you, and just waiting for you to leave.”

You swallowed to yourself now, hating how you were in the same position right this second, your body quickly feeling a buzz that urged you to run. The only thing stopping you was the memory of the next words Thomas had told you.

“Don’t fight him on the piano if it ever happens to you, lass.” His face was uncharacteristically serious, dulled down with a grim expression, his Scottish accent losing the playful hitch it always had. It scared you a bit, quite honestly, never having seen Thomas act this way.

You had tilted your head at Thomas then, looking down, and thinking about it at the time. Of course, you would never fight Noir on the piano if he had ever done what he had done to every other piano player that played for Vought. You were so scared of the advantage supes had on you that you equated fighting any average C-List supe to fighting Homelander. But the way Thomas talked about it, holding a more serious tone rather than a bitter one of having to give away their working time just cause a supe demanded gave you a more chilling feeling than anything about them.And when Thomas had continued, it just solidified your thoughts.

“It doesn’t matter if he butts in just two hours after you started playing, and you don’t get paid for the rest of the night- It’s better not to cause any problems at Vought, lassie.”

God, did you ever agree with Thomas right now more than you ever have before.

You were tense, so tense next to Back Noir, playing with a rigid frame, and resolutely keeping your eyes on the sheet of music in front of you even though you didn’t even need to read it. Your heart was beating fast and you wondered minutely if he could hear it before scratching that thought out of your brain, and finishing the rest of the notes of the melody. The keys faded out, the music slowly dying, and you rested your hands on the keys for a few more moments after the song ended before raising them up. There was another beat of silence as you sat impeccably still, and his eyes burned the side of your face.

You turned towards him with a stiff neck, heart jumping at seeing him already looking at you. It made your hands tremble, and you clenched yours fists tight as you forced the words out of your mouth as you gestured to the piano with a small flick of your eyes. “I- it’s all yours, sir.”

You got up, trying not to make it obvious that you were in a haste to leave and at the same time trying to get the fuck away from him as fast as possible, but a gloved hand gripping your wrist had you paralyzed again.

Your breath stopped. Why? You screamed to yourself. This never happened to anyone else, Black Noir always let them leave without any struggle, what is so different about now??

You gave a trembling gasp, and turned towards Black Noir calmly. You gave him what you hoped was an inquisitive look, but you knew yourself too well to know it was anything but. Especially because he was looking at you dead in the eyes, his black mask creating an unnerving stare that you tried your best to meet. Your head snapped down at his hand that gently placed a little piece of paper on the piano keys.

‘keep playing’

You felt your breath slowly release itself, and you looked towards him again. He was still staring at you in the same way as before, but this time you felt a little less threatened.

It’s okay, it’s okay, he didn’t threaten you, and there’s too many witnesses for him to do something, right?

After a few moments of calming yourself you slowly nodded at him, your once fleeting stance relaxing some. He released his hold on your wrist, and you turned towards the keys immediately with a seat, sitting down a few more inches away from him. Your body felt a bit more grounded, and face turning more composed. Your heart was still racing, but one glance towards the person next to you let you know that he could honestly care less about that. Just play, that’s all you have to do and then he’ll leave you alone. With another deep breath that you would later chastise yourself for being so obvious, your hands started pressing down on the keys, and you resumed playing the songs Vought gave you. Though, the melody hardly went past the first eight notes because you quickly stopped when a hand reached out to grab your wrist again, this time harder to stop your from playing. You abruptly stopped with a fearful gasp, and harsh press of the keys that had some people glancing over before they looked away again.

You internally screamed to yourself, knowing that if Noir suddenly decided that he didn’t want to be so calm, no one would come to your help. You don’t allow yourself to know much about supes, but you know that they get away with almost anything.

Your head snapped up at him, and you couldn’t even hide the fear written all over your face if you tried. He placed another note next to your hands.

‘Play what you were playing before’

What the fuck? You desperately thought to yourself, immediately racking your brain for what he could mean. Is he talking about the song I played before he told me to sit back down-?

‘Not the Vought songs Play from before’

You had a look of realization on your face before you looked up at him again. He was looking at you straight in the eyes, and you felt your cheeks flush for just a second.

He heard you playing your other songs??

You felt like crawling under a rock, because dammit you thought no one had noticed you indulging in your guilty pleasure of being unnoticed at these parties to stray off script- something that would surely get you in the hot seat since Vought was notorious to always making sure everyone was sticking to directions. Instead, you swallowed the newfound terror stick in your throat and, nodded once again and turned back to the keys.

You were still so tense, your heart was still beating against your chest like a sledgehammer and you felt the weight of Black Noir’s presence weighing so heavily on your head that it felt impossible to play right now. But even so, you forced yourself to.

Your hands started dancing over the keys again, and the only reprieve you felt in this suffocating situation was that you had to focus more intently on the notes since they came from memory, and it helped you ignore the person sitting next to you. As time passed, you got more and more comfortable, and you eventually fell into a steady rhythm, transitioning into the different melodies with more emotion now. Everything started to feel a bit more natural, and a little less forced.

Next to you, you noticed how Noir leaned his head back slightly, sitting up almost as rod straight as you were, hands resting on his thighs as he slightly swayed his head to the music. You could see him tapping his fingers along to the notes on his thighs, almost as if he were playing on the keys and not you. He was listening to the music. He was listening to you play the music.

It made you more nervous than you’d like to feel right now.

Especially when people started now glancing at you two.

You could imagine the picture you two made, with Noir clearly enjoying the music with a lax posture, and you with your rigid one, fingers flying over the keys with your pale face. You would’ve laughed with how comical and absurd this all was if you weren’t solely involved in this.

You’re grateful when Madelyn Stillwell comes over and puts on her PR smile, informing Black Noir that he is needed for a charity event, notably meeting your eyes when she says this.

Yes, yes, take him. I won’t keep him from you.

You keep playing as she tells him, just lightly pressing down on the keys so as to not play over their conversation, eyes resolutely staying away from them. You do feel Black Noir turn towards you, his eye grazing your side profile, and you try not to look up once again.

“C’mon, Noir. I’m sure you’ll see her very soon again, we don’t want to bother her any longer.” Madelyn’s voice carry’s over you like a cold chill, making you shudder and clench your jaw even tighter.

She talks about you like you’re not even there, and she talks to Noir like a child- no. More like a dog, you conclude. Her mother knows best tone grates on your nerves, and you can hear the demanding undertone it carry’s when she talks to him.

You don’t know why you feel for him at this moment, why you feel for all supes that have to always be on a tight schedule for publicity. It doesn’t last long when you remember they’re supes and will always have more privileges than you and everyone else you know.

So you’re not too torn up when Noir gets up, and turns to follow Ms. Stillwell. They both leave you alone at the piano, playing with tense fingers and not even bothering to care about the timing you come in nor about how you press the keys too harshly and lightly at some points. You’re finally able to breathe, able to relax without a killing machine sitting next to you.

You’d say you’re allowed some leverage on your poor playing.

You sneak a look at the clock on your wrist, and finally let out your shuddering sigh of relief.

Only two more hours, and you can go home.

Only two more hours.

*

Once the two hour mark hits, you’re closing up with a small, light melody. One that you admittedly rush through, and as soon as the last note hits, you don’t wait for it to reverberate all the way before you’re closing the lid of the piano and getting up. You push in the bench, and straighten your work suit as you rush to the exit doors.

You walk briskly to it, smiling quickly, and nodding your appreciation to the few people who half meaninglessly praise your playing. You open the doors of the room with a desperate push, greeting the muted hallway like it’s your savior.

You feel so much better already.

You go to the elevator, and as the doors are closing you don’t know why you expect Black Noir to come out at this moment, but you do. You’ve been feeling it ever since he sat down next to you, expecting him to influence a preemptive event after all this, and you wait with baited breath as the doors close. Your stomach is turning in anxiety and fear, and you’re just waiting for the moment he comes in and- shit, you don’t even know- kill you or something. It’s something you’d most expect to happen at these Vought parties.

You were paid to much attention to to not have something happen, right?

The doors close without any interruption, though, and you go down to the bottom floor alone without anything happening. You immediately walk outside when you reach your designated floor, not wanting to push your luck. You don’t heed the front desk clerk who is wishing you a good night, feeling a bit rude but needing to get home as soon as possible.

You get in your car and practically race home, driving a little over the speeding limit, and swerving your turns. When you reach your house, the porch light still on, and nothing looking too disturbed, you park in the driveway and sit in your car for a few moments in the dark.

This is when you feel like you can breathe.

*

When you wake up the next morning, you feel a bit better. When you had came home last night you reasoned to yourself that things weren’t really as bad as it had felt in the moment. I mean, Noir could’ve done a lot worse, couldn’t he? And he would’ve if he wanted to surely, maybe he just really liked your playing and that’s why he decided to stay by your side for who knows how long. You got lucky, luckier than most anyone you knew.

So when you sit at your table, little dog rubbing by your feet, and a steaming cup of coffee blowing against your face, you don’t feel lucky when you open your phone and see new text messages in your box from multiple people. There’s one from Thomas, one from your hard ass boss, and one from an unknown number. They all vary in tones that an anxiety fueled pit twists your stomach. You open them before you can think, hoping that reading this messages will calm your cramping stomach. It doesn’t.

Thomas: Lassie, what’d you do?? Everyone’s going bonkers right now

Giovanni Cruz(boss): You must’ve made quite the impression at Vought. Good job, this is the type of work I’m expecting.

Impression? Your stomach dropped, and you looked at the message from the unknown number, seeing part of it in the little notification box. Before you can allow yourself to stay scared, you open the text message.

Unknown: Congratulations! Vought was very impressed by your piano skills, and our Party Planning Committee has decided to book you for all of our events this fall. Here are the dates and times, along with the prices we are offering…

You didn’t even bother to finish reading the whole text message, your phone slipping from your hands, and thumping onto the table. You were motionless, your hand limply hanging in the air where you were holding your phone, and eyes wide and unblinking as you just processed what the fuck Vought had sent you.

After a while, you started laughing.

Because when you would go back to play for Vought three weeks later, and you played a new sheet of music filled with the songs you had played for Noir last time, you didn’t even have to feel his gaze to know he was the one who wanted you back.

And when he sat down next to you on the bench, content to listen as you played, you were surprised to find yourself less tense. Less scared. You didn’t think he’d hurt you.

You hoped you weren’t wrong.

***

Thank you so much for reading <3<3 Thinking about doing a part two but idkkk, maybe🤭

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‘Movie Night’

Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, you’d flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brother’s best friend.  You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your life’s film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mate’s little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy? 

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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, slight mention of dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series!

Disclaimer: No one is crazy about him atm, me included, so this is strictly for my readers and my readers only. I don’t condone his behavior at all -Just let me finish out this fic please. Don’t come for me. I’m only a girl with a google doc whose spent hours upon hours and days on end on this fic

Chapter 12 - 'Monaco’ | ‘Movie Night'

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You crawled into Trent’s bed that night, the weight of the party and the fading liquor settling over both of you like a heavy blanket. The room was still, the only sound the soft rustle of sheets as you burrowed into him, pressing your cheek to his chest. His arm wrapped instinctively around you, holding you close, and for a moment, it felt like nothing in the world could intrude on this quiet, safe space. But then, like a sharp snap, reality crept in. Thoughts you’d been pushing aside bubbled up, tugging at your peace.

“T…” you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. He hummed, ready to listen, tired albeit. “Are we ever going to tell people?” You felt him tense slightly beneath you, his hand stilling on your back. You bit your lip, already regretting the question. It wasn’t that you didn’t love the secret moments with him—those were some of the happiest of your life—but lately, the lines between private and public were blurring and not in the way you’d hope.

“Baby,” he started softly, his tone careful. “We gotta think about this.” His hesitation sent a small pang through your chest. Trent wasn’t just stalling for the sake of it, though—you could see the storm of thoughts swirling in his eyes. The things Noah, Aiden, and Bailey had said earlier at the party lingered in his mind, mixing with his own worries about how this would affect you, him, and everyone around you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to meet his gaze. Your voice was light, almost naive, but you were desperate for clarity.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, pretty girl or that we won’t ever but you know what’s wrong,” he said, letting out a soft laugh as he looked at you with a smirk full of sympathy. “You’re not the one who’s gonna get your ass beat.” It clicked immediately, and you couldn’t help but smirk back. 

“Oh,” you murmured knowingly. Trent nodded, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm.  Your heart swelled at the tenderness behind his worry. “I’ll protect you though,” you teased sweetly, your lips quirking into a grin.

“And that’s well nice, but I don’t believe you for a second,” he shot back, shaking his head playfully. “I’ve seen you try to fight Jack. Not exactly convincing.” He cupped your cheek. You laughed, leaning up to kiss his jaw. 

“I’d try for you, though,” you whispered, your giggles subsiding into a softer, more earnest tone. The room fell quiet again, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you. Trent sighed, his hand shifting to cradle your cheek still, his thumb brushing softly over your skin.

“Soon, baby, okay?” he said, his voice steady and filled with promise. “I want you. I want you all the time. I don’t want to hide this way. His words settled over you like a balm, soothing the ache of uncertainty in your chest. You nodded, leaning into his touch as his lips found your forehead. Until, he spoke again. “But we’ve gotta find a way to do it right. I don’t want to hurt people.” He told you and while you understood, it broke your heart. He was hurting you, why didn’t he consider that. But you bit your tongue trying to be rational and understanding. 

“Okay,” you murmured, letting your eyes drift closed. You trusted him—how could you not? And for now, that was enough.

“Baby… Pretty girl… you gotta get up for me,” Trent murmured against your skin. His voice broke softly through the stillness of the room, warm and tender, but his words held a weight that didn’t belong to the intimacy of the moment. His lips brushed against your temple, an apology in the contact before the words even came. Trent looked at you with a pout loving how comfortable you were with him, how cuddly you were. It broke his heart but he had to do it. 

“No,” you mumbled, eyes still shut as you pulled him closer, clinging to the drowsy warmth of his body. “I want to stay with you, baby,” you murmured, your voice tinged with sleep and longing. His hesitation was immediate. You felt the shift in him before he spoke again, his arm loosening its hold on your waist ever so slightly. 

“Baby…” His sigh was almost imperceptible, his tone soft but guilty. “The lads are coming over soon.” Your heart sank. It was a familiar refrain—too familiar. The safety of the morning evaporated, leaving behind the sharp edges of reality. You stiffened in his arms, the weight of his words sinking into you like stones.

“Right,” you said quietly, voice brittle and void of emotion as you sat up too quickly, the ache in your chest making your movements feel heavy. “Got it.”

“Y/N…” Trent tried, his voice laced with regret, but you were already pulling yourself out of his arms, the warmth he’d provided replaced by a cold, creeping frustration. You threw the duvet off with more force than necessary, scanning the room for your clothes.

“No, it’s fine,” you snapped, your voice clipped as you grabbed your shirt from the floor. You yanked it over your head, your movements rushed and jerky, the tension crackling between you both. “Lads coming, so I’ll just—what? Link out? Like usual?” He let out a heavy breath, his hands running over his face and then his hair, visibly exasperated but more at himself than you. 

“It’s not like that,” he muttered, his voice soft, almost pleading. You froze, your back to him, before spinning around, eyes blazing. 

“Then what is it like, Trent?” you demanded, your voice rising. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels exactly like that. It feels exactly like every other time you’ve made me feel less important than everyone else is to you. You pick them over me.”

“Don’t do this,” he said quietly, stepping toward you, his tone filled with frustration and guilt. “You know how complicated this is. You know what’s at stake. It’s not like I’m doing this to hurt you.” He muttered as guilt ransacked him. You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed your jeans, the tears already burning at the corners of your eyes. 

“I’ve been patient, T. I’ve understood. But tell me—when does it stop being complicated? When do you stop hiding me like I’m something to be ashamed of?” His shoulders tensed, his jaw clenching as he struggled to find the right words. 

“It’s not like that,” he said again, but this time, his voice cracked under the weight of his emotions. “You’re being careful about us too. Don’t act like it’s just me. You know it’s not like that.”

“No, I don’t,” you shot back, slipping your skirt on with trembling hands. “Because all I see is me sneaking out of your bed every time someone knocks on the door. All I feel is this constant push and pull—like you want me, but only if no one else can see it.”

“That’s not fair,” Trent countered, stepping closer, his eyes searching yours desperately. “You know how much I care about you.”

“Do I?” you whispered harshly, your voice breaking as you looked at him, the man you loved, the man you’d waited so long for. “Because it doesn’t feel like it, T. It feels like I’m the thing you’re too scared to fight for.” His hand reached out, brushing your arm gently, but you pulled away, the distance between you widening like a chasm. He flinched at your retreat, the rejection cutting him deeper than he expected.

“Baby, please,” he said quietly, his voice shaking. “Don’t walk out like this. Don’t do this. We’ve done this.” He said in a more irritated tone than he meant. You looked at him, standing there with heartbreak etched into his features, and it only made the pain sharper. 

“Don’t ‘baby’ me right now,” you whispered hoarsely, the tears threatening to spill as you grabbed your bag.

“Y/N, wait,” he said, his voice breaking as he stepped toward you again, but you were already at the door, your hand on the handle. “I’m sorry I forgot some lad’s from the team had planned to come over. If you want to stay, that’s fine but it makes less sense for us to out ourselves to people before we sort everything out and tell the people closer to us. Why would we tell them before…” his words were course but then his tempter faded out. “Jack… please wait…” He whispered.  You paused for the briefest moment, your heart warring with your pride. 

“I’m tired of waiting, Trent,” you said softly, almost too quietly for him to hear. Then you pulled the door open and walked out, the slam reverberating through the room like an echo of everything left unsaid. Trent stood frozen, staring at the empty space where you’d just been. His hand fell limply to his side, the weight of your absence suffocating. He sank back onto the bed, burying his face in his hands as the silence swallowed him whole. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. None of it was. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to chase after you. Not because he didn’t want to—but because he didn’t know how to fix the cracks that had been growing between you for so long.

You left Trent’s house in tears, your chest tight with a swirl of frustration and heartbreak. He wanted to chase after you but he didn’t have it in him. He didn’t want to upset you but to a certain point how many times would he have to tell you both of you were doing the same thing. He was just protecting what you had. But you felt hurt. Why did he tell you to come home with him if he was going to kick you out. The walk to your car felt endless, your legs shaky as the cold air stung your skin. You couldn’t shake the ache in your heart, the overwhelming confusion. How could something so right between you feel so wrong when it came to the rest of the world? You wanted him, and he wanted you, but you both stayed trapped in this unspoken fear of making it real. Of bringing it to life. 

The drive to Layla’s was a blur. By the time you arrived and knocked on her door, the tears were streaming freely down your face. Layla opened it immediately, her expression softening with concern the moment she saw you. Without a word, she pulled you inside, guiding you toward her couch like she’d done so many times before.

“Okay, sit down,” she said gently, placing a steadying hand on your shoulder as you dropped onto the couch. “What happened?” She asked softly. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady, but it came out in a rush of anger and sadness. 

“Maybe I should just stop it all. It’s stupid. This whole thing is stupid.” You rashly told her explaining nothing.  Layla sat down next to you, her brows furrowed. 

“Erm… okay, but before we decide anything drastic, maybe you need to take a breath.” She grabbed your arms firmly, grounding you. You shook your head, your tears falling harder. 

“Lay, it’s so good. When we’re together, god fuck! It’s so perfect.” You dropped your face into your hands in frustration. “But then it’s so bad, and it happens so fast. I can’t do this anymore,” you sobbed, your voice cracking as you clung to her like a lifeline. Layla sighed, pulling you into her lap, her hand gently stroking your hair. 

“Y/N,” she said softly, her voice soothing, “you two have to talk. This can’t keep happening. You can’t keep living like this—it’s not fair to you. You need to figure out what you both want and make a plan because seeing you like this upset? It’s really fucked up.” She looked at you,  her heartbreaking seeing you like this.   

“I don’t know how to talk to him,” you admitted, your voice muffled against her shirt.

“Why not?” she asked, her tone patient but desperate for you to fix it.

“Because what if I don’t know…” You frowned at her pleading for help. She just waited patiently for you to get to the realization that you knew what you wanted. It was obvious you did. You were just scared but that didn’t make it any less true. You wanted Trent. “What if he doesn’t want the same thing I do?” you said, your voice trembling. “What if I tell him I want more, and he doesn’t? What if this is all I get—sneaking around, hiding, pretending it’s not as big as it feels?” Layla’s brows knitted together in frustration, but her touch stayed gentle. 

“Have you told him you want it? That you want more?” She looked at you earnestly. 

“No,” you hiccupped with a sniffle. “I don’t know how to say it. And if I do, and he doesn’t feel the same…” You trailed off, shaking your head as fresh tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” Layla said, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to look at her. “Listen to me. I know you’re scared, but you’re never going to know unless you say something. Even after all these years of so much being said in the silences… now you have to say something. He won’t know unless you do. And here’s the thing—I don’t think Trent’s playing with you. He’s not that kind of guy. But last night at the party?” Her expression darkened slightly. “That fucking bothered me. The way the boys talked about you, like you’re some kind of game or joke to him. It pissed me off, and I know it pisses you off that he lets it go on but he can’t stand up for you if he doesn’t know you want him to. So say something, ask him to stand up for you.” You nodded slowly, your chest tightening at the memory. Layla exhaled deeply, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Look, I get it’s complicated with Jack and everything, but that’s not an excuse anymore. You’re not a secret he should be ashamed of—you’re someone to be proud of. If you say something then it’s on him. He needs to step up. He needs to stop hiding you. You both need to make changes for this to work.”

“Why is he okay with it?” you whispered, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. “Why is he okay with hiding me?” Layla pulled you close again, wrapping her arms around you tightly. 

“I really don’t think he is, babe. I think he’s scared too. But the only way you’re going to know is if you ask him. If you tell him how you feel and what you want. Otherwise, you’re going to keep hurting like this, he’s going to keep hurting you when I’m sure he doesn’t want to and you don’t deserve that.” Her words settled over you like a weight, and for the first time, you let yourself think about the possibility of laying everything bare. Of telling Trent exactly how you felt, no matter how terrifying it was.

Days had passed in silence, the kind that echoed loudly in Trent’s chest. Every time he reached for his phone, his fingers hesitated over your name before pulling back. He didn’t know how to fix this—not yet, at least. Summer loomed just around the corner, promising sunshine and indulgence, but the thought of his upcoming holiday to Monaco filled Trent with dread. It should’ve been exciting—yachts, the Grand Prix, endless parties. It was the kind of trip he used to count down to. But now? Now it felt like a prison sentence, especially with Jack coming along. Jack had planned the holiday with Trent, Noah, and a few other boys months ago, hyped about a well-deserved break from football. Trent knew exactly what it would be like: adrenaline-fueled days watching the races and wild, booze-soaked nights in Monte Carlo’s clubs. It had sounded perfect back then—a dream escape. But now? Now Trent could hardly stomach the idea. He didn’t want to be trapped on a yacht or in some overcrowded club, pretending everything was fine while Jack hovered nearby. Jack, who had no idea that Trent had been sneaking around with you for months. Jack, who’d likely kill him if he found out. Jack, who’d likely kill him if he found out he had made you so upset. And there was you. You, who hadn’t spoken to him since you’d left his house in tears. The image of your tear-streaked face haunted him, a gnawing ache in his chest that wouldn’t go away. He hated himself for letting you leave like that, hated the way he’d made you feel like some dirty secret. His own pride aside, he didn’t like that he made you cry so much lately. He ran a hand over his face, sinking back into his couch. What was he supposed to do? How could he fix things with you while being stuck on holiday with your brother? Trent stared at his phone again, heart pounding as he opened your messages. His thumb hovered over the keyboard. ‘We need to talk.’ He deleted it. Too formal. Too cold. ‘I miss you.’ No. Too vague. He wanted to say more than that. His mind raced, trying to find the right words, the ones that could pull you back to him. But every time he started to type, the fear crept in—the fear that maybe he’d already lost you for good.

The moment Jack’s name lit up your screen, you put on your best casual smile, trying to steady your nerves. As his face appeared, you leaned back, feigning an air of indifference.

“Hey, you! How’s Monaco?” you asked lightly, though your heart was pounding in your chest. Jack grinned, clearly in high spirits. 

“It’s unreal, honestly. Sun’s out, the cars are insane—it’s all proper vibes here.” He shoot you a genuine toothy grin that reminding you so much of your mum it hurt your heart.

“Nice,” you replied, trying to sound detached as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Race is tomorrow?”

“One more,” he said, glancing over his shoulder briefly. Your ears strained to pick up any faint sounds of Trent in the background—his laugh, his voice, anything—but all you could hear was the ambient hum of a busy room. Jack went on about the plans for the day, but then his tone shifted, a greedy grin spreading across his face. “Oh, and there’s this party tonight. Noah’s got some links here. Meeting up with a few girls.” Your stomach sank like a stone. 

“Really?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. Jack raised a brow at your tone. 

“Yeah, it’s nothing. Just a bit of fun. Monaco’s full of, uh… opportunities,” he said with a laugh. You forced a tight smile, even as your heart twisted in your chest. Jack was waiting for you too call him out for being rude but to no avail… he was confused. 

“So lots of girls for you lot,” you said flatly, the edge in your voice betraying your attempt at nonchalance. He nodded. “Good,” you replied sharply, eyes narrowing as you fought to keep your emotions in check. Jack paused, his expression shifting as he caught onto your mood. 

“What’s with you?” he asked, half-laughing, half-confused.

“Nothing,” you said too quickly, your voice pitching higher.

“Y/N…” Jack gave you a look. “C’mon, don’t be like that. It’s jokes. Not serious. They’re just lads going out, let them live. Stop judging.” He fell into a teasing smile. 

“I’m not!” you yelped, the words coming out too fast and too defensive. Jack shook his head, still smiling but clearly baffled. 

“Alright, whatever you say. I gotta get ready. Try not to stress so much, yeah?” The call ended, and you sat there, the silence in your room deafening. Your chest felt tight, and your mind raced with thoughts of Trent, of the girls, of everything unsaid between you. The distance between you both felt insurmountable, and for the first time, you wondered if it was even worth trying to bridge it.

Jack wasn’t stupid. He’d always been the first to sniff out secrets, and lately, something was off. It wasn’t one thing—it was a pile of little things that didn’t add up. You were distant, emotional even, on edge, and while you brushed it off as work stress, Jack wasn’t buying it. Then there was Trent. Once the quiet playboy, he suddenly hadn’t looked at a single girl since they landed in Monaco. Noah had been ribbing him about it for days, and Trent, usually quick with a smirk or witty comeback, just shrugged it off and stayed moody. It wasn’t like him. The real clue began two days before they left for Monaco. Jack had been doing laundry, trying to pack light, when he came across something unexpected—a business card. It was from a high-end restaurant, the kind of place you didn’t just stumble into. Jack’s brow furrowed as he turned it over in his hands. The name nagged at him.

“Where have I seen this before?” he muttered to himself. And then, flash forward to last night, he heard the name again… he and Trent were at the same end of the dinner table with Noah. They were all talking about random spots back home they’d eaten at lately. Trent had mentioned going to the exact restaurant. It took a moment to put two and two together but even when he did, he dismissed it. Jack didn’t want to think much of it other than it was odd—Trent was always out and about, meeting people, living the life of a big time footballer. But now… now it didn’t make sense. Who had he gone with? Trent was apparently seeing a new girl, the one Noah had mentioned. Maybe he went on a date there but then why did the card end up at your house. Jack tried to brush it off, but the pieces were starting to connect in his mind. Trent’s unusual moodiness, your strange behavior, and now this shared thread. No way, maybe it wasn’t from your clothes, maybe it had gotten misplaced, something lost amongst all the traffic of friends in the house. But if it was yours… who had you gone with? It all didn’t make sense.  The realization crept in slowly but undeniably, like a puzzle falling into place. Jack sat back on the couch, staring at his phone in his hand, replaying moments and conversations. Surely not. He clenched his jaw, his mind racing. 

A day or so on, deep in your doom scroll, and in your thoughts, you sat cross-legged on Layla’s couch, while she painted her nails beside you. As you pulled down on your screen, your Instagram refreshed, and there it was: Trent’s latest post. A full photo dump from Monaco. Your stomach dropped the second his name appeared on your screen, but it wasn’t until you saw the pictures that the scream escaped your mouth.

“What the fuck! Oh my God! What the actual fuck,” you yelled, nearly throwing your phone at Layla in shock. She jumped, smudging the fresh coat of polish on her thumb.

“Jesus, Y/N! What?” Layla exclaimed, wide-eyed as she tried to figure out if you were upset, angry, or just losing your mind. You shoved your phone in her face, almost shaking with emotion. 

“Look at this! LOOK at him! Is this some kind of sick joke? What the fuck is this?” The photos were ridiculous. Trent looked good—too good. He was wearing a pair of Prada dungarees, sunglasses, his smile lazy and effortless. Every shot was like a knife to your chest. Him walking around the grid with your brother and Noah, then laughing over drinks. A candid of him on a boat, the Monaco skyline glittering in the background. Another of him standing in a garage, tanned and glowing. Layla took one look and winced. 

“Oh. Wow. Yeah, okay… that’s obnoxious. I mean… what did you expect? It’s Monaco. He’s literally built for a place like this.” She shook her head in faux disbelief because she really could believe it. You groaned, running a hand through your hair, nearly tearing it out in frustration. 

“He looks so good, Layla. So good. What the fuck. And all I can think about is how many girls are probably seeing him right now, in real time, in person. Girls who probably feel the exact same way about him as I do. He never posts but of course he posts this. Fuck off!” You yelled annoyed. You collapsed back onto the couch, clutching your phone like it might explode in your hands. “Is he seeing girls while he’s there? Jack did mention Noah had ‘links.’ What if he’s flirting with them? What if he’s—” 

“Stop,” Layla cut in, her tone sharp but kind. She grabbed your phone out of your hands and set it on the coffee table. “You’re spiraling.” You stared up at the ceiling, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. 

“I’m not spiraling,” you argued weakly. Layla gave you a look. 

“You screamed like someone set the house on fire because Trent posted a couple of photos. You’re spiraling.” She smirked.

“I hate this,” you muttered, your voice breaking. “I hate not knowing what he’s doing, who he’s with. I hate seeing him like this, looking like that, when I can’t even talk to him.” Layla sighed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“Look, I know it sucks. But you can’t let a stupid Instagram post drive you crazy.  “Millions of people follow him babe but he wants you. You’ll talk to him when he gets back, okay? Just… try to focus on something else in the meantime. And if he is being an prat over there? Then he’s not worth your time, Y/N.  Then he wasn’t worth the risk to be honest. Simple as that.” But it wasn’t that simple. Not for you. Because no matter how much it hurt, all you could think about was how much you wanted him.

When you went home that night and you lost your jealousy but you fell into desperation and vengeance. You were so angry Trent seemed fine. In fact he looked better than fine. You cried on your bed as you pulled out your phone. You stared at Josh’s name. And then in a state of delusion and heartbreak you hit send. You started bawling immediately.  You felt sick, why did you just do that. Why were you so sure? You slammed your phone down on the bed, curling into yourself as sobs wracked your body. You felt your phone buz almost instantly. 

‘My my my… look who it is. Crawling back so soon?’

Your tears blurred the screen, but you could still see Josh’s mocking message, taunting you for your impulsive decision. You hadn’t thought it through—hadn’t considered the consequences of reaching out to him. You only wanted to feel something, anything other than the aching pit Trent had left in your chest. The second you hit send, regret swallowed you whole. Now it was all spinning out of control.Panicked, you grabbed your phone and called Layla. She answered on the second ring, her voice groggy but alert as she heard you crying.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” She hurriedly asked, scared. 

“Layla,” you choked out. “I did something so stupid. I—I texted Josh.” There was silence on the other end, then a sharp intake of breath. 

“You what?” She yelped. 

“I don’t know why! I was upset, and I wasn’t thinking, and now he’s replied, and I don’t know what to do!” you wailed, your voice cracking. Layla groaned in frustration.

 “Y/N, why would you—why would you even think that was a good idea? You know he’s not worth your time! You said you were going home to sleep not going to text a fucking sociopath!”

“I know, I know! I just—God, I felt so angry, and Trent’s off in Monaco with all these girls, and I thought…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. It sounded ridiculous even to you.

“You thought texting Josh was the way to get back at him?” Layla snapped, exasperated.

“I don’t know what I thought!” you cried. “I wasn’t thinking! And now I can’t unsend it, and he’s already replied, and it’s just… stupid! I’m so fucking stupid, Layla!” You cried. Layla let out a long, calming breath on the other end. 

“Okay. Okay, first of all, stop calling yourself stupid. You made a mistake, but you’re human, alright? And second…” She paused, considering. “What exactly did Josh say?” You hesitated, swallowing the lump in your throat before you read her the message. Layla let out a noise of pure disgust.

 “Ugh, of course he did. He’s such a tool.” She rolled her eyes but you couldn’t see. 

“What do I do now, Lay?” you whispered, clutching the phone like it was a lifeline.

“You don’t do anything,” she said firmly. “You don’t reply, you don’t engage, nothing. You made a mistake, but you’re not doubling down on it. Block him if you have to.” You sniffled, tears still running down your cheeks. “But what if—”

“No ‘what ifs,’” Layla interrupted. “You’re not talking to Josh. You’re upset about Trent, and this isn’t the way to handle it. You need to focus on yourself, Y/N. Not on trying to make Trent jealous or trying to prove something to anyone.” Her words hit like a slap in the face, but you knew she was right. Still, as you stared at Josh’s message on your screen, you couldn’t shake the sick feeling in your stomach. The damage was already done.

The guilt was suffocating, gnawing at you every second. You hadn’t texted Josh beyond that one reckless moment, but the damage to your conscience had been done. You felt sick—physically ill at the thought of what you’d done, even if Trent didn’t know. The boys’ holiday was finally over, but instead of feeling relief at having Trent back, you were consumed by dread. Jack was hosting one of his infamous movie nights, and you knew there was no escaping it.

“Y/N, come on down!” Jack called from the living room. “It’s your favorite—you love this one!” You groaned quietly, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your face had lost its color, your eyes dull from days of crying and restless nights. You didn’t feel like facing anyone, least of all Trent. But Jack was persistent, and if you didn’t show, he’d come up to drag you downstairs himself. You hesitated at the living room door, anxiety twisting your stomach. The boys turned to greet you as you entered.

“Hey, Y/N!” Noah grinned, lifting his beer in your direction.

“Hey,” you mumbled back, trying to avoid anyone’s gaze. But then you saw him—Trent, sitting on the couch, quiet and reserved. His usual easy smile was gone, replaced by something you couldn’t quite read.

“Hey,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours for a brief, electrifying second. You froze, unable to respond. Your heart ached at the sight of him, at how badly you wanted to talk to him, to tell him everything and fix whatever was broken between you. But the weight of your guilt, of what you’d done and the way you’d left things kept your feet rooted to the spot.

“Come on, sit down,” Noah said, patting the space between him and Jack. You reluctantly made your way to the couch, sinking into the cushions and folding your arms protectively over your chest. The room felt stifling, and your awkwardness bled into your every movement. You kept your eyes glued to the screen, but you could feel Trent’s gaze on you. You tried to act normal, but the tension was unbearable. Every time Trent shifted in his seat or glanced your way, your chest tightened. Your emotions boiled under the surface, threatening to spill over. Finally, the pressure became too much. Your eyes began to well with tears, and you couldn’t stop them. You risked a glance at Trent, and his expression nearly broke you. He looked… pained. Like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. You couldn’t handle it. 

“I… I have to take a call,” you lied abruptly, your voice shaky as you stood up. Without waiting for a response, you darted upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. The second you closed your bedroom door, you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your hands. Tears streamed down your cheeks as guilt, regret, and longing consumed you. You hated yourself for getting mad about him waking you up before his friends came over, about what you’d done, about how you felt, and about how hopeless it all seemed. Downstairs, Trent’s eyes followed you until you disappeared. 

“Been so fucking weird lately”Jack nudged him, frowning

“I don’t know,” Trent lied, though the weight in his chest told him otherwise. He could feel the distance between you, and it was killing him.

Trent came upstairs not long after you fled, lying to the boys saying that he was running to the toliet, his heart racing as he hesitated outside your door. He glanced down the hallway, ensuring no one was paying attention, then knocked softly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice barely audible through the door. The moment you heard his voice, it was like a dam broke. A choked sob escaped your throat, and before you could stop yourself, tears were streaming down your face. Trent pushed the door open gently, stepping inside and closing it behind him. “C’mere,” he cooed, crossing the room in a few strides and pulling you into his arms. His warmth, his scent—it was all too much, and you dissolved into him, your face pressed against his chest. “Baby, please don’t be upset,” he murmured, his voice heavy with guilt. “I don’t like making you cry.”  You shook your head, your words tumbling out between sobs. 

“I just want you to want me.” You cried. Trent’s arms tightened around you as he let out a shaky breath. 

“Please, baby, I do. I do.” He paused, his mind racing. “I’ll go down right now and tell them. Do you want that? Tell Jack everything?”

“No,” you whimpered, your voice small and raw.

“Baby…” he said softly, caution in his tone. He leaned back slightly, cupping your tear-streaked face with both hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Talk to me then. Be honest with me. Please.” He begged you. Asking the very thing Layla was telling you could help resolve it all. 

“I just want more than this,” you admitted, your voice cracking as more tears spilled over. Trent nodded slowly, his thumb brushing away your tears with careful precision.

 “I know. I know you do. We’re gonna do it, I swear.” He told you softly but surely. You looked up at him, the desperation in your eyes like a knife to his chest.

 “I just want you to like me.” Your words hit him harder than you could have imagined. His lips parted as if to argue, but instead, he pulled you back against him, his hand cradling the back of your head.

 “I do,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I really, really do, so much. Please don’t cry.” He pressed his lips to the crown of your head, swaying gently with you in his arms. He wanted to fix it all, to wipe away the hurt he’d caused, but your arms hung limply at your sides, and it shattered him. “Can you give me a cuddle, please?” he asked softly, his voice almost breaking. After a moment, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding you together. Trent let out a low hum of appreciation, resting his chin on your head. “I’m sorry, pretty girl,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m so sorry.” And in the quiet of your room, you both held on, trying to find comfort in each other even as the weight of everything unsaid loomed heavy between you. Trent went downstairs when it started to get suspicious. And then, after a long twenty minutes of regaining your composure upstairs, you finally mustered the courage to come back down. You moved through the hallway, hearing muffled laughter and the sounds of the movie playing in the cinema room. As you came to the doorway, Jack called out.

“Hey, can you grab me a drink?” He yelled. You stopped in your tracks and turned, your tone sharp. 

“Get it yourself.” You quipped. Jack gave you a look, eyebrows raised in amused disbelief. Before you could keep walking, Trent’s voice broke through the tension, smooth and casual. 

“Actually, Y/N if you’re up, mind grabbing me a water?” You froze, his request catching you off guard. There was no way you could say no to him right now, not after everything. 

“Fine,” you mumbled, trying not to betray the softness creeping into your voice.

“Of course!” Jack and Noah mocked in unison, bursting into laughter. You shot them a glare, your cheeks burning. 

“It sounded like more people wanted something after Jack said something, so I thought I’d be nice,” you argued, though even you knew it was flimsy.

“Right, right,” Jack teased, rubbing it in. “You’ve never been this “nice” to us. Where’s our special treatment?” 

“Bro, we’ve never bought her a car. It’s just not gonna happen.” Noah added jokingly 

“She lives in my house!” Jack yelped dramatically trying to justify why you should be ‘nice’.  He was kidding because if he really took a moment you did everything for him. Rolling your eyes, you flicked their ears as you walked past them. 

“Idiots.”  You muttered strutting to the kitchen.  When you returned with the drinks, you handed them out silently, ignoring their smug grins. You settled into the empty seat next to Noah, which happened to be just at the end of the couch where Trent was sitting. As the others turned their attention back to the movie, you felt a gentle tap on your leg. You glanced down to see Trent’s foot nudging you, and when you looked up, he shot you a wink. A tiny smile tugged at your lips despite yourself, and you reached over to squeeze his foot lightly. The brief exchange felt electric, like your own private conversation in a room full of people. No one else noticed, already engrossed in the film. But for the rest of the evening, the space between you and Trent felt charged, his occasional taps a quiet reminder that you weren’t as distant as you feared.

The air felt thick with tension as you sat at the end of the couch, acutely aware of Trent’s eyes lingering on you. Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, though you tried your best to ignore it, keeping your focus on the film.

“You look cold,” Trent said suddenly, his voice cutting through the quiet. Before you could respond, he pulled his jumper over his head and tossed it at you casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Yeah, put some clothes on, sheesh,” Jack, ever ready to tease you, quipped as he glanced at you in your tiny tank top. His joke made you shrink slightly, but your gaze quickly fell to the jumper in your lap. It was that jumper—the one you’d borrowed just the other day when you went to the beach. The one you had wanted so badly to keep, but knew you couldn’t. Yet, now it was here, draped over your legs like a gift. The other boys erupted into playful jeers as you hesitated, examining the jumper. Noah, of course, couldn’t let it slide, teasing and pinching at you like an annoying older brother.

“Oh, look at her blushing now,” he teased.

“Okay, okay,” you muttered, waving them off as you pulled the jumper over your head. The scent of Trent enveloped you instantly—warm, clean, and entirely him. It felt like a secret hug, his presence wrapped around you even when he was sitting a few feet away. For the next half hour, you fidgeted in your seat, feeling distracted by the way the jumper clung to your body and how Trent’s foot occasionally brushed yours. Eventually, you stood, brushing your hands on your thighs. 

“I’m actually tired now and done with you lot so I’m going up,” you announced, pretending to be annoyed as you turned to leave.

Once upstairs, you shut your door and immediately grabbed your phone. Your heart thudded as you typed, 

'Thank you, T xx. Come give me my goodnight kiss pls'

You hit send before you could overthink it. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door. You opened it to find Trent standing there, his lips tugged into a small, bashful smile.

“Can’t say no to you,” he murmured, stepping inside and pulling you into his arms. You tilted your head up, your hands resting on his chest.

 “Good. I’d hate for you to start now,” you whispered before he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss that made your heart ache and soar all at once. But in the quiet sanctuary of your bedroom, the kiss between you became hungry and unrelenting. His hands moved over your body like he couldn't get enough, fingers curling into your hips, tugging you closer, as though even the sliver of space between you was too much. You clutched the fabric of his shirt, pulling him down to your level, your breath hitching as the intensity of the moment consumed you.

"T," you murmured out of breath, pulling back just enough to look up at him. Your chest rose and fell as you steadied yourself, your lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "You like movies so much, maybe we should make one." His brows furrowed slightly, the intrigue written all over his face. 

"What are you on about?" he asked, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he tried to gauge if you were joking. Before he could process it further, you moved quickly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. 

"What're you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with both curiosity and amusement. But there was also a flicker of heat in his eyes as he began to realize where this might be going. You opened the camera app, thrusting the phone into his hand with a cheeky grin. Trent looked down at you, bewildered yet intrigued, as you began kissing along his jawline, trailing down to his neck. He tilted his head back, letting out a soft groan, the sensation overwhelming him.

"You're mad," he muttered, but his voice was thick with desire, his free hand gripping your shoulder as you sank to your knees before him. Your hands moved deftly, undoing the button and zipper of his trousers, your eyes locked on his. 

"C'mon," you teased, your voice sultry, "just press record." His lips parted as he stared down at you, caught between disbelief and complete surrender to the moment. And so he did. He stared through the screen watching you take his hardening cock out. Your eyes darkened staring up at him as you let a line of spit fall from your lips onto his pulsating cock. He winced. You placed your thumb over his slit leaking pre cum. You massaged over it hard and he groaned as you continued sliding your hand down his base. 

“Baby” he said the pet name as he took a few seconds watching the scene unfolding in front of him in two fold; one viewing on the screen reflecting the scene back at him, the other in real time. “So fucking good f’me” he whispered trying to bit back a groan. This was so beyond risky. He needed to be quiet. Giving him head while all his mates were just downstairs. Your mouth perfectly wrapped around his shaft, as it was meant to be there around him. The motion of your head bobbing up and down had him in awe trying to suppress his moans. He reached to grab your hair with vigor, guiding your movements as you hollowed your cheeks around him, the corners of your eyes now shining with tears as he gagged you with his length. “You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth baby” He cooed as you moaned at the compliment. You could feel your pussy flutter at the compliment. You stared at him through your lashes as you decided to take him deeper, hitting the back of your throat.  He fucked your face, his cock hitting deep in your throat with every thrust. You were drooling at the corners of your mouth gagging on him trying to breathe through your nose when he grabbed onto your face.

“Going to be a good girl and take all of me? Swallow for me?” He could barely get the words out when your tongue swirled around him as you nodded. He released into your throat coating it in his cum. He grunted at the feeling. You lazily continued sucking him until you milked him of everything. Finishing by gently kissing the head of his cock as you sat back onto your heels.

"Did you like filming me?" you asked with a cheeky smile, your voice breathless, your chin was slicked with trails of his cum and your spit. Trent’s hand with the phone was trembling a little and it made you smile, a small visual you did a good job.

“God baby … fuck. Yeah, I did.” Trent exhaled trying to regulate his breathing. “You’re so good f’me” he cooed. You smiled again as s he stopped the recording and pocketed his phone before he reached out pulling you up to him by your arms. He kissed your temple pulling you into his chest more as he breathed heavily. You smile continued to grow against his chest. 

There was an international break. Trent was away and it was hard on you even if he was only down south. You just wanted to be with him but instead you found yourself with the person you wanted to be with least. The person you were having the hardest time being around lately… your brother. The sun was dipping low, casting a warm, golden light through the car windows, but the atmosphere inside was anything but serene. You sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed tightly against your chest as if to shield yourself from the tension swirling around you. Jack was at the wheel, one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel while he animatedly recounted his Monaco stories, his voice filling the car with a steady hum. The air was heavy, though, and you felt like you were balancing on the edge of a knife. The soft rumble of the car engine mixed with Jack’s voice should have been comforting, but every word he said seemed to jab at the precariousness of your situation. Your heart raced, your palms felt clammy against your thighs, and the suffocating weight of the secret you carried seemed to double with every mile. The car smelled faintly of Jack’s cologne and the remnants of takeaway coffee he’d tossed into the cupholder earlier. You stared out the window, trying to ground yourself in the passing blur of countryside, but it wasn’t working. Jack’s voice kept pulling you back into the moment, into the conversation you weren’t sure how to navigate.

“… and so he was literally mobbed. All these little lads were losing their minds trying to get a picture so Trentski took one with each kid cause he’s Trent but then we were late for the boat...” Jack’s salad of words, you assumed was a story, continued on but you started to pay more attention when you heard his name. The car ride became a minefield of emotions. You tried to focus on the passing scenery, but Jack’s words stuck like thorns in your chest.

“That’s sweet though. I miss him a lot,” you had said, without thinking. The second the words left your mouth, you felt Jack’s sharp gaze on you.

“What?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. Your stomach sank. The heat of embarrassment and panic crept up your neck as you tried to recover, your voice scrambling for an excuse. 

“What?” you echoed back, feigning innocence. “I feel like he’s usually around, and now he’s away.” There was a tense pause, the weight of his doubt palpable in the confined space of the car. For a moment, you wondered if he was piecing it all together, but then Jack’s suspicion lingered for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly before he shrugged and leaned back into his seat.

“Hmm,” he muttered, his suspicion fading. “You never miss me like that,” he snapped, though there was a teasing edge to his tone.You were already in freefall, the tension in the car mounting when Jack’s teasing words finally shattered through your fragile façade.

“You wouldn’t know if I missed you… you’d be away,” you quipped, trying to deflect, but your voice wavered ever so slightly. Jack laughed, a sharp sound that made your stomach churn.

 “Fine but Jesus, you’re actually so embarrassing for him. He hasn’t even been around much lately,” he teased, and though his words were light, they landed like stones. You forced a laugh, your heart racing as you tried to mask your discomfort. But Jack wasn’t done. “What are you going to do when he gets married, huh? You know he’s seeing someone, right?” He cooed teasingly. The ache was instant, spreading through your chest like wildfire. You rolled your eyes at him, feigning indifference. 

“Shut up, Jack,” you muttered, hoping he’d drop it. But the words haunted you. He’s seeing someone. It shouldn’t have mattered—it didn’t make sense for it to hurt the way it did because you were that someone. But it did. What if you weren’t that someone though…The thought of Trent with someone else, giving someone else the tenderness he gave you in secret, made your stomach twist. The car fell into an awkward silence. You stared out the window, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything else that might betray you. Jack, oblivious to the turmoil in your chest, hummed along to the music, his earlier suspicion forgotten. But you couldn’t forget. The weight of the lie you were living, the secrets you were keeping from your own brother, felt heavier than ever. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to push the ache down. And yet, you couldn’t shake it. The guilt, the longing, the fear—it all churned within you as you gripped the edge of your seat, praying that the drive would end soon. Jack laughed again, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside you. You turned your gaze back to the window, hoping the conversation would end there, but the weight of his words lingered like an unwelcome guest. The rest of the ride was spent in suffocating silence, your hands gripping your thighs tightly. You kept your face turned away, willing the tears that threatened to prick at the corners of your eyes to stay hidden. The secret you carried felt like it was suffocating you, the walls of the car closing in as the miles ticked by. And as Jack laughed at his own jokes and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, you felt the crushing weight of the lie you lived—both to yourself and to him.

In the dressing room at St. George’s Park, Trent sat on the bench, lacing up his boots while the chatter of the England squad buzzed around him. They were talking fixtures, rivalries, and upcoming games.

“Man United’s coming up, yeah?” one of his teammates said, tossing his training top aside. “Should be a good one, mate. They’re in decent form.” Trent nodded, keeping his focus on his boots. 

“Yeah, big game. Away as well.” He chirped nonchalantly. His teammate glanced at him with a grin, reaching to find Trent’s competitive edge.

 “Don’t you have some personal stakes in that one? Doesn’t your best mate’s sister date that Josh lad?” Trent froze for half a second, his jaw tightening. He kept his head down, hoping his reaction wasn’t noticeable. The mention of your name made Trent’s stomach twist, even as he tried to focus on tying his boots. The casual comment about Josh left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he couldn’t stop himself from snapping.

“Nah, bro. She’s not with him. Fuck that kid,” Trent shot back, his tone sharp and unfiltered. The group of players exchanged quick, surprised glances. His reaction was louder than it should’ve been, and he instantly regretted it.

“Woah, relax, mate,” one of his teammates said, chuckling lightly. “Only a match.” he said, holding up his hands with a laugh. Trent sighed, leaning back on the bench and rubbing a hand over his face. He could feel their curiosity thick in the air. Trent’s mood simmered, but he tried to play it off, reaching for his water bottle. He hated that people still thought there was anything between you and Josh. It made his blood boil. The teammate sensed some tension but was unwilling to drop the topic. 

“I thought you were seeing that Jess girl anyway,” another chimed in, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction—or maybe just stir the pot. Trent frowned, confused. 

“I don’t even know Jess like that. Where’s everyone getting this information from?” Trent asked frustratingly.

“Jess, mate! Megan’s friend. I saw them out in Manchester the other month.” His teammate grinned as if he was solving some puzzle. “Sorry, I just thought you were with her, and I thought Y/N was still with Josh. So… if that’s not true…” He raised an eyebrow, clearly fishing for more information. Trent felt the possessive heat rising in his chest.

“No!” Trent snapped, but it came out too quickly. He shook his head, trying to sound more composed. “No, bro. Just stop chatting nonsense about Jack’s sister, yeah?” Trent said firmly, his voice more serious than it had been all morning. The group fell quiet for a beat before one of them laughed awkwardly, trying to defuse the tension. But Trent’s mind wasn’t in the room anymore. He was thinking about you, about how much he hated keeping this secret, about how much it hurt to hear your name in someone else’s mouth, tied to someone else’s life. He was done holding back. Something had to give. The thought of you with Josh, of anyone else thinking they could have you—it made his blood boil. Trent didn’t want to share you anymore. Not with rumors, not with anyone. He was ready to let the world know. For the first time, caution didn’t seem worth it.

After training, Trent sat alone in his room, his phone in his hand, the tension in his chest making it hard to breathe. The conversation in the dressing room earlier had stirred something deep in him, a gnawing need to reach out to you. His friends’ comments had irritated him, but what really got to him was how much he hated keeping you in the shadows. He hated the uncertainty, the idea that you might not know how much he truly cared. He stared at your name on his screen, the familiar pang of longing hitting him harder than usual. He swiped at the screen, hovering over the call button. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed it, his heart racing as the line rang. You picked up on the third ring.

“Hey,” you said softly, your voice cautious, like you knew something was coming.

“Hi, baby,” he replied, his voice immediately dropping into something warm and gentle. It was so full of emotion that it caught you off guard. “What are you doing?” He asked sheepishly.

“Not much,” you answered, frowning at his tone. “Why? You okay, T?” You cooed gently. 

“I just…” He paused, trying to gather the courage to say what he felt. His hand ran over his hair as he sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees. “I miss you.” The simplicity of his words stopped you in your tracks. 

“What?” you whispered, caught between suspicion and disbelief.

“I miss you all the time,” he confessed, his voice heavy with longing. “Everything, baby. I miss it all; your smile, your laugh… the way you look at me like I’m the only one who matters. I miss having you in my arms.” His voice cracked slightly at the end, and it made your heart ache.

“T,” you murmured, your voice shaky.

“I know this might seem out of the blue,” he continued, pressing forward. “But I’ve been sitting here thinking, and I can’t stop. I don’t want to wait till I’m back. I need to see you.” His vulnerability was disarming. You had heard him sweet before, but this was different. His words weren’t casual or playful; they were raw, unfiltered.

“What’s going on?” you asked softly, trying to piece together the sudden intensity.

“I just… I need you,” he said, his voice breaking a little. You couldn’t believe how sad he sounded. “Come down to London tomorrow. Please. I’ve got the day off, and I want to spend it with you. I want you. No hiding, no excuses. Just us.” Your breath hitched at the desperation in his voice. You tried to stay logical, reminding yourself that traveling down to London wasn’t exactly practical. But the way he sounded—like he was holding on by a thread—made it impossible to refuse.

“T, baby, I don’t know,” you said hesitantly, your emotions warring with your logic.

“Please,” he pleaded, the word coming out softer, more vulnerable. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just… I miss you so much, baby. I just want to hold you and talk to you without feeling like we’re running out of time.” The raw emotion in his words broke down your walls, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. You were scared—of what this meant, of what it might change—but you also wanted him just as badly.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Yeah?” he asked, hope lighting up his voice.

“Yeah,” you repeated, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the tears in your eyes. “I’ll book a train for tomorrow.”

“Thank you, baby,” he said, relief flooding his tone. You could practically hear the smile through the phone. “I can’t wait to see you. Promise me you’ll text me when you’re on the train, yeah?”

“I will,” you replied, your heart pounding. As you hung up, you sat back on your bed, your phone still clutched in your hand. A mix of excitement and anxiety churned in your stomach. You opened the train app, booking your ticket with shaky hands, all while replaying his words in your head. The thought of seeing him again, of being close to him, filled you with both hope and fear. But for the first time in a long time, it felt like things might finally be moving forward. And as much as it scared you, you couldn’t deny how much you wanted it.

The moment you stepped into the London hotel suite, you felt like you’d entered another world. The soft glow of dimmed lighting reflected off the rich wood paneling and modern gold accents, creating an atmosphere of intimate luxury. Plush furniture, sleek and inviting, filled the spacious room. A bottle of champagne sat chilling on the marble bar, a silent invitation for celebration. Trent was already there, waiting for you. He leaned against the doorway to the bedroom, his casual outfit—just a fitted black t-shirt and joggers—looking comfortably him. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and a warm smile spread across his face as he opened his arms.

“Come here, pretty girl” he murmured softly, his voice filled with affection. You crossed the room to him, slipping into his embrace, his arms wrapping tightly around you like he never wanted to let go. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, clean and intoxicating, and you melted against his chest. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his fingers running gently through your hair. “I missed you so much,” he whispered, his breath warm against your temple. You leaned back to look at him, your hands resting against his chest. 

“I missed you,” you replied with a pout, your voice soft but full of emotion. He cupped your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek as he studied you, like he couldn’t believe you were really there. You slipped in comfortable silence after that, the weight of the week melting away in his presence. The city buzzed far below, but up here, it was just the two of you in a cocoon of peace. The night unfolded gently. Trent ordered room service, insisting on your favorites. You laughed as he fed you little bites, both of you teasing and playing but never breaking the intimacy of the moment. You fell into the shower later on, taking the meaning of hot and steamy to new heights with him until the early morning creeped in. 

You found yourselves sprawled across the massive bed, wrapped up in each other and the sheets, talking about everything and nothing. His fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin as he listened to you, his gaze never wavering. In the quiet hours of the early morning, you lay tangled together, his arms strong and steady around you as he held you close. The faint sound of the city below hummed through the glass, but you felt safe, cherished, and completely at home.

“Wanted to be with my girl,” Trent mumbled against your skin, his voice low and lazy as he held you close. The sheets of the hotel bed cocooned you both, your bodies tangled in the soft warmth of the early morning.

“Your girl, huh?” you teased, a smug grin tugging at your lips as you felt his arms tighten around you.

“Yeah,” he murmured with certainty, his words melting into the curve of your neck as he pressed a kiss there. “Always have been.”

“Yeah?” you challenged playfully, your voice light but carrying just enough curiosity to coax more out of him. “Even with my ex-boyfriends? Still yours?” You teased him with a smirk. A low groan escaped him, the sound vibrating against your skin.

 “They didn’t exist,” he muttered, his tone laced with stubbornness. You giggled, running your hands slowly up his back, feeling the smooth expanse of his muscles beneath your fingertips.

 “No? That’s funny because I’m pretty sure they did, T.” You cooed as you ran your hands up and down  on his warm bare skin. 

“They didn’t,” he insisted, his voice firmer now, though you could hear the hint of a smirk creeping into his tone.

“You’re delusional,” you laughed softly, your fingers playing with the short coils on the top of his head. 

“No, baby,” he said, lifting his head to meet your eyes. His gaze was so intense, so full of conviction, it made your breath catch. “You’ve been mine. Always.” He confirmed as if almost a command. His words carried a weight that left you momentarily speechless. He wasn’t just being playful—he was staking his claim, and you could feel the raw emotion in his voice.

“Okay, T,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. But Trent wasn’t finished. His fingers trailed down to the delicate Van Cleef butterfly necklace resting against your collarbones. He toyed with it for a moment, his thumb brushing the charm before he spoke again.

“You knew,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin. “You wore this necklace. There’s no way you didn’t think about me with other guys while you had this on.” Your eyes widened, a warm flush creeping up your neck. You opened your mouth to respond, but he smirked, cutting you off before you could say a word. He was right though. “My baby… You used to come home from dates,” he continued, his voice low and teasing now, “and still be all over me.” His smirk widened, and you could feel the curve of his perfect, plump lips against your skin. The memory of those days—of how tangled everything had been, how impossible it had felt to stay away from him—flooded your mind.

“You’re so smug,” you murmured, but your cheeks burned as your hands slid up his back again, seeking some sort of grounding.

“And I’m right,” he teased, his lips trailing kisses along your jaw. You sighed, a mix of exasperation and surrender. 

“God, you’re impossible.” You feigned a sigh.  

“But you wanted me,” he whispered, his voice softening as his kisses slowed, becoming tender instead of playful. “And I wanted you… and now look how good, baby, hmm?”  You couldn’t argue with that. Instead, you pulled him closer, your arms wrapping tightly around him. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his temple. “It’s good.” And in that moment, with his warmth surrounding you and his words echoing in your ears, you felt it—there was no one else. There never had been. 

Reflecting back, the memories played like a reel in your mind, each frame more bittersweet than the last. You could still picture the way you used to come home from dates. Your heels clicking against the floor, your shoulders slumped, and frustration practically oozing from your pores. Jack always seemed to be holding court in the living room, his friends sprawled across the couches and floor, a casual chaos you didn’t have the energy for.

“How was it?” Jack would ask, his voice tinged with mild amusement as he glanced up at you.

“Shit, if you’re back already,” Noah would add with a grin, never missing the chance to tease. And then there was Trent. Always there, perched on the couch, looking entirely too smug for someone who hadn’t said a word yet. His eyes would meet yours, dark and knowing, and just before you could make it out of their sight, he’d send you a wink. It wasn’t loud or showy, but it was enough to halt your steps and make your stomach twist. You’d plop down on the couch with a dramatic grunt, trying to deflect their teasing, but you never could escape Trent. Not really. The teasing would persist, Jack and Noah laughing and throwing out half-hearted insults, but Trent’s presence was magnetic. He didn’t join in. Instead, he always found a way to tether you to him, his touch subtle but undeniable. A pinch at your side that made you jump, a squeeze on your thigh that sent warmth crawling up your neck, or even a gentle swipe at your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin with a tenderness that felt misplaced—but only because it wasn’t meant to. And then there were his words, deceptively kind but maddeningly ambiguous.

 “Not the right one,” he’d say softly, his voice low enough that only you could hear. You remembered wanting to scream every single time. You wanted to tell him that you already knew. You’d known for what felt like forever. The right one wasn’t out there, somewhere in the endless sea of mismatched dates and wasted time. The right one wasn’t a stranger you had yet to meet. The right one was him. The right one was sitting next to you, his knee brushing yours, his smirk curling at the edges of his lips, and his fingers ghosting over your skin like he was leaving breadcrumbs for you to follow. And you did. God, you followed him every time.

But Trent never went further, and neither did you. So, you’d sit there, your heart in your throat and your mind spinning with all the things you couldn’t say, while he acted like he hadn’t just unraveled you with a look, a touch, or a single maddening phrase. And you hated it. You hated how much you wanted him and how deeply he had you tied in knots, yet you couldn’t hate him. You never could. Because every time he touched you, every time he said something that felt like a breadcrumb but never a full map, you hoped. You dreamed. And you stayed.

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Next part - Chapter 13 - Locked In xx

[kireijae]

confused! - ldh

a/n: i listened to pado and this is what came of it

warnings: minors who read this will be skinned. not full on smut but close enough. some angst but smutty fluff ending

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you felt haechan get up beside you, pulling his warmth with him. you were laid in your bed, snuggled up in haechan's t-shirt from the night- or hours- before.

he had a schedule soon, you weren't quite sure what time it was, but you could hear him quietly ticking off his mental to-do list.

"okay, 15 minutes. i should shower," he mumbled, something he always did when he was rushing to work.

you heard the water turn on, and nearly fell asleep again to the rhythmic sound of it falling to the floor.

"yeah, mark, i'm at her place right now."

you weren't sure how long you'd slept for, most likely around 10 minutes, because haechan could still be heard, though he was outside your bedroom door now.

"i'd tell you some of the details later but we won't have time to talk by ourselves much right?" you mentally rolled your eyes. of course he would tell mark about your first night being (somewhat) intimate. you were taking it slow, so anything happening was exciting for the both of you. you didn't really blame him, you'd definitely call your best friend as soon as the sun came up and fill her in on your night.

"dude..." haechan trailed off into a sigh. "she had me confused."

'confused'? the words hit you like a block of ice. what had you done wrong? why didn't he say anything?

"yeah! i tried to look down and see what she was doing so i could get her to slow down or something– no, she wasn't looking at me! her eyes were closed! and she was moaning like crazy!"

your body chilled further, but your cheeks heated up to a searing temperature, the embarrassment flooding your senses. why had he not stopped you anyway if it was that bad?

"yeah, so i had to just hold on and pray, man," haechan laughed.

you felt tears spring to your eyes and your face grew hot. blood rushed through your ears and you didn't hear anything haechan said until he opened the door to your room.

"yeah, i'm on my way out now. see you," he whispered, grabbing something from on top of your dresser.

you heard him shuffle over to you and felt his lips press into your hair. you were glad for the lingering darkness, as it hid your saddened features from your boyfriend.

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haechan texted you at 5pm asking if he could come over after his schedules and you begrudgingly agreed. he'd whined when you'd attempted to wiggle your way out of seeing him, so you submitted. it would be a good opportunity to talk about what you heard that morning.

you'd been awake enough at the time to know it wasn't just a bad dream, though you'd tried to convince yourself it had been while you ate breakfast.

you psyched yourself up to see him again. tried to get yourself a little script to recite to him when he got there, but when he was right in front of you, holding his exhaustion in his eyes and a to-go bag from your favourite restaurant, you felt all the conviction you had earlier leave you in a matter of seconds.

so, there you were watching the office with haechan curled around you on the couch. he was gently caressing your upper arm with his left hand.

"did you have a good day, baby?" he asked, turning his attention from the show to you.

you guessed then was your chance, "umh, no not really." and as soon as you said it, he bolted up, sitting cross legged to your left, holding your hand.

"what's wrong?" he asked, sparkling eyes digging into yours to find an answer. "tell me, baby."

you sighed, obviously your conviction was once again swiped away by the boy before you. why was he so sweet? and why was he so stupid?

he sat there, waiting for your answer patiently.

"i heard you this morning," you finally let out, "on the phone."

his brows furrowed under his dark fringe, "did i wake you up?"

you looked down and shook your head, too embarrassed to look at him.

"i just wish you'd have spoken to me first instead of telling mark," you nearly whispered, anxiety pushing your voice higher than it usually was.

"oh," he said in the midst of his realisation, "i'm so sorry, angel, i won't talk about our sex lives with anyone if you don't want me to. i should've made sure you were okay with it first, huh?"

he rubbed your arm, but you shook it off. "i don't mean that," you still didn't have the courage to look at him. you took a long pause before speaking, the lump in your throat evident in your voice, "i mean you should tell me if you don't like something i'm doing. i want to make you feel good, and i can't do that if you don't tell me if i'm doing something wrong. you know it was my first time doing anything like that."

haechan's features were back to holding his confusion, "what do you mean? i loved every second of it. and i wouldn't have told mark otherwise."

you scoffed, "donghyuck, i heard you tell him that you wanted to slow me down and that i confused you. you–"

"that's what you thought i meant?" he burst out.

"what else could that mean, donghyuck?" your eyelids dropped slightly, nonplussed.

"it means you were so good i couldn't think straight," he said, pushing his face closer to yours as if close proximity would get the point across easier.

"what?" you still didn't believe him, "then why'd you try to slow me down? and what about the holding on and praying or whatever?"

he got closer to you again, his demeanour changing slightly– a lustful aura overtaking him. "because you were so good i was gonna cum down your throat after 30 seconds, only god could help me then."

you gave him the best unimpressed look you could, what with him smirking at you the way he was. you didn't want to get your hopes up, he had to be kidding. "you lasted pretty long, hyuck."

"i'll say. 3 minutes feels like forever when you're trying not to cum the whole time," he countered, "and you know i'm not usually that fast."

he had you there. although you hadn't gone much further than make-out sessions with hyuck, you had experimented a little. you'd cum on haechan's lap a few times and each time he'd get two orgasms out of you before he'd even thought to reach into his sweats and finish himself off. and even then he'd make you ride his thigh for a while longer before he came.

"that wasn't the real thing though," you argued.

"you think i don't know what i'm doing baby?" he asked slyly as he pulled your legs over his thighs.

you shook your head teasingly. another lie. haechan was known for having plenty of experience and particularly for having insane stamina. it was one of the things that intimidated you about him when you'd first met. who would want to date a virgin when he had his pick of any girl he wanted?

it was likely your insecurities around your inexperience that led to you perceiving his words the way you did, but that was a thought for a later time.

"i guess i'll have to prove myself then, huh, baby?" he barely got the whole sentence out before he was kissing you, roughly, and pushing you back down on the sofa.

the heat in your cheeks you felt that morning was no match for the burning sensation his lips left behind as he trailed down your jaw to your neck. he nibbled and sucked on your pulse point to pull specks of red, blue and purple to the surface of your skin.

"you drive me crazy, you know that?" he commented, probably spurred on by the small sighs falling from your mouth.

"you were already crazy when i met you," you giggled, looking down at him through his fringe.

he bit you a little harder at that, and when you squealed, he laughed heartily.

hyuck continued to kiss your neck, eventually moving down to your collarbones and then looking up to you expectantly with his hands pulling at the hem of your shirt.

"can i take this off?"

a small nod, and your shirt was gone a second later. replaced by warm hands and soft lips, anywhere they could reach.

"i'm gonna eat you out, okay sweetness?" he spoke as he slid his hand along the inside of your thigh. "i'll show you what it's like to feel so good you can't think."

you smiled at him and nodded, all embarrassment and doubt already wizzing right out of your head at the nickname paired with the thought of what was to come. pun intended.

[thebetawolfgirl]

Quietly Yours

Pairings: Timmy x Reader.

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: I’m so rusty I’m practically a fossil.

Quietly Yours.

It was finally over. Brian had told him finally the contract had been terminated between him and Kylie Jenner as he was just coming out of rehearsal for his Dylan project.

He was finally free, it felt as if he could breath fresh air again hearing the news. But most importantly, as soon as his agent told him he couldn’t get to his car fast enough, when he usually treated his guitar with care and love he practically threw it into the back seat before driving off to the most important person in his world besides his family.

Y/n was sitting in the back garden of her house munching on her snack of carrot sticks and hummus dip as she read through the latest sent script when she heard Timmy’s car pull into her drive, she shuffled off her lounger and stood up frowning. Timmy wasn’t due back for another hour, he was supposed to be in rehearsal for at least another hour for his Bob Dylan Biopic.

‘Y/N!’ Timmy barged through the front door shouting out her name frantically looking through all the rooms on the bottom floor of her home.

‘Timothée?’ She ran through from the kitchen coming from the garden and she looked like a spring Goddess Timmy thought as he painted watching her run over to him and melted when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘Baby? What’s wrong I thought you had rehearsals for another hour?’

She looked at him before he nuzzled her neck breathing her in and heard him mumble something.

‘What?’ She pulls his face up to hers to make him look at her.

‘We’re free. Brian terminated the contract with Kris. We’re finally free, my Queen.’

She gasped as he let his face fall into her neck again inhaling her unique scent.

‘Wha- she- it’s, it’s over?’ She held him tightly stumbling back until she met the wall as he wrapped his arms around her waist humming in confirmation, she sighed and wrested her head against his shoulder running her hands up and down his back.

‘We can finally get back to normal and just be ourselves.’

He nodded and mumbled ‘At last!’

Timmy turned his head and began kissing along her neck holding her close against him while simultaneously pressing her against the wall as she let her head fall back giving him more access and ran her fingers through his thick curls, he had been letting his hair grow wild again for his latest project and she wasn’t complaining about it.

He moved his lips upwards and pressed his lips gently against hers, when she deepened the kiss opening her mouth for him, he gripped her waist and lifted her up against him while carrying her over to the large sofa without breaking the kiss and fell on top of her as she pulled him closer against her making her dress hike up her thighs.

He used his hands to clumsily push her dress further up her body before just ripping the front of her dress open tearing the buttons clean off and left sloppy kisses down her chest and torso. She pulled his hoodie off him along with his T-shirt and moved her fingers through his curls pushing them from his face as he slid back up towards her again to kiss her mouth hungrily, nibbling on her bottom lip, she ran her hands up and down his back before moving her hands to his pants and pushing them down his hips.

He hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them down her legs and tosses them on the floor before wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing into her as she wrapped her legs around him holding onto him, he began a steady pace thrusting into her slowly his breath picking up.

She held onto him by his shoulders as he thrust into her repeatedly kissing along her neck as she lay her head back against the arm of the sofa, she pulled him up to kiss his lips as he picked up his speed and roughness, causing her whole body begin to shake with the force of his thrusts making her gasp against his mouth and deepened the kiss opening her mouth.

‘Timmy’ she gasped running her fingers down his back digging her nails into his skin as he sat up and began slamming into her hard, his hair falling into his eyes panting hard. Y/n reached up and ran her hands down his chest and torso making him shiver and fall forward against her where she caught him in her arms gripping fistfuls of his hair between her fingers as he rammed his hips into hers and bit down on her neck as she came against him hard whining, him following after a few more thrusts both panting against each other.

They caught their breaths slowly as she held him against her sweat covered chest as his curls stuck to his forehead and face while he felt his heartbeat slow along with hers.

He moved his slightly and kissed along her jawline as she played with his hair gently.

‘I don’t want to go public yet.’

He mumbled against her neck.

‘No.’ She mumbled now rubbing his back.

‘At least for a bit. I just want you to myself for a little while longer.’

She smiled, and kissed the top of his head and pulled the throw over them.

‘I’m completely yours now.’ He nuzzled into her side pulling her closer against him.

She smiled again and whispered as they drifted off to sleep.

‘I will be quietly yours.’

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Day 4- Claws

Lee: Donnie💜

Ler: Leo💙

“Yeesh,” Leo grimaced, “These guys are getting sharp.” He held out his hands, revealing the long claws to Donnie, who was more focused on his script than his beloved twin.

“So cut them,” Donnie said with an annoyed sigh, why was Python so irritating at times!?

“Can you do it? And paint them?” Leo asked, giving Donnie puppy dog eyes he didn't even see.

“No,”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Pleeeease!”

“No!” Donnie snapped in annoyance, “If you wanna go annoy someone else, go! I'm busy!”

“Dude- it's four in the morning! No one else is even up!”

“Oh,” Donnie said in realization, he'd been awake for 30 hours now. Huh.

“Wait-” Leo asked, as if reading his thoughts, “How long have you been up?”

“Mm. Different question,”

It was silent for a bit, blessedly silent. And then-

Donnie jumped, squealing loudly as a light, featherlight feeling of claws skittered down his bare shell.

“AHA-! NAHAHARDO!” Donnie screeched, jumping a mile and spinning around with wide eyes.

“What!?” Leo asked, still in his chair and looking concerned, “Are you okay, Dee?”

Donnie looked around frantically, the tingling on his shell still there. Was he so tired he'd imagined it? Leo was staring at him like he was insane.

“Nothing,” Donnie said, turning back to his screen.

Nothing happened for a bit, and then the unbearable, tingling, oh so light tracing of claws was back.

“NAHAHARDO! STAHAHAHP! PLEASE HAHAHAHA!” Donnie squealed embarrassingly loud, burying his face in his arms on the desk as he squirmed around and cackled.

“What? Dee! Why are you laughing!?” Leo exclaimed, barely containing his giggles.

“STAHAHAHP! LEEEEHEEO!” Donnie screeched, laughing hysterically as blush spread across his face, “IHIT'S SOHOHO FREHEAKING BAHAD!”

Leo giggled, “Your sleep high is making you more ticklish! Aw! Poor Donton!”

“AHAHAHAHAH!” Donnie couldn't do anything but laugh, squeal, and squirm by that point, “I- AHH HAHAHAHA!”

Leo grinned, getting up and tracing at the heart shape on Donnie's shell with a featherlight trace of his claw. Making Donnie screech and squirm even more. He'd been using his portals before so Donnie didn't suspect him.

“You should go to sleep, Dee,” Leo suggested, skittering his claws all over Donnie's sensitive shell.

“NEHEHEVER- I WON'T!”

“Really~?” Leo teased, slowly moving his cruel, tickly claws further down his shell, where it slightly tucked in a bit as he skittered his fingers there.

“AHHH-! AHAHAHAHAHA! LEEE- HAHAHAHAHA I DON'T- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Donnie screamed, arching up and revealing a bright red face and eyes filling with happy tears as he flapped his hands frantically.

Leo stepped back, now rubbing Donnie's shell comfortingly, “Alright, alright. No more tickles. . .for now. . .but you are going to bed.”

“Ohohokay,” Donnie giggled, collapsing back onto his desk and letting Leo sigh and lift him up.

“C'mon, you big baby,” Leo snickered, leaving the lab and carrying Donnie to bed. And he only almost fell once!

He tossed Donnie onto his bed when they got there, only to immediately get yanked in by the wrist.

“You have to sleep too,” Donnie ordered, yawning widely as Leo took off his mask and goggles for him.

“Fine,” Leo sighed, taking off his own gear and collapsing next to Donnie on the bed, “Next time you stay up, I'm tickling you again.”

“Shelldon, set a reminder for me to install locks on the door.”

“I can portal.”

“Shut up and sleep!” Donnie huffed, yanking Leo into a side hug and falling asleep quickly. Dare he say it- but only internally!- Leo was right, he was tired.

[thesetrashimagines]

You’re a Curse Baby Pt.9

A Jujutsu Kaisen Imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: mentions of suicide/self sacrifice, fighting,

GIF IS NOT MINE!

Pt.8

AN: Hey guys.....so it's been 3 years....my life has completely changed since I started this fic and I'm very sorry to have paused it for so long. But I've had the urge to get back into writing. This will be the last part of the series that follows the OG storyline. I'll be going off-script and into a new timeline written by me😈. Hope y'all are ready for a new chapter (and hopefully not too many slow updates) sorry for the extreme authors note but you deserved to know lmao.

“You still okay back there?” Gojo jostled you, neither of you have spoken for quite awhile. The storm overhead was mostly gone, nothing but an overcast left to show your mood. You wordlessly nodded against his shoulder. “You wanna tell me what’s been going on?” He turned to take the path that led back to the old shrine. “I figured out how to exercise other curses.....along with myself.” The white haired man’s step faltered, “That patchwork curse, he can manipulate souls and since I can touch souls and go through memories, I thought maybe I could also manipulate souls. I was able to make contact with his soul and during our fight I could feel our energies merging so I started to use my energy to exercise him.” Gojo stayed quiet as you spoke, “He had a strong grip on me so I decided it would be best if I killed both of us. It was easy, all I had to do was turn our cursed energy into life energy and then let our souls slowly dwindle.” The older man stepped over pieces of the broken temple. “But you were unsuccessful.” You nodded against his back again.

“Yes he has much more experience with souls then I do, he was able to pull away.” You let one hand go back and rub at your sore eyes, “After the mission my body was weak, probably the weakest it’s ever been. I tried to heal myself and repair my soul at the same time.” Gojo spoke, “That doesn’t sound very smart.” You slumped against his back, “No it wasn’t. My body couldn’t take the constant rise and fall of my energy. Every piece of my soul that came back, my cursed energy doubled, and since I was using it to also heal my wounds, it would fall back down to a low level.” You looked over to the old broken temple, “I thought it would be okay since I knew I’d be here, the less energy the less I’d be detected.” Gojo slowed to a stop and turned his head back to you, “And?” You stared back at his black blindfold, “I pushed everything down, my energy came back tenfold and tore through all of the walls I put up, it made me panic and I ran into the woods outside of the event. I bumped into some low grade curses, they had me trapped and unable to move so I did the only thing I could and let my energy free again. I might’ve accidentally started a fire.” Gojo laughed and placed you on your feet, “From what I seen and heard, you’ve caused a few fires.” You looked at your hands sheepishly, “Yeah...” The sorcerer watched as your eyebrows pinched together, “But that’s not when I lost control.” Your hands shook, “My emotions....that curse said that it was there to kill you and hurt everyone else. I couldn’t stop myself from feeling scared, then I got angry, so angry.” Your voice became small and quiet, “I wanted to kill them. I was so blind with rage I almost-” Your hand smack over your mouth as a sob escaped your lips.

Gojo watched as guilt and shame over took you, your sobs echoed throughout the forest as you crumbled to the floor. It was obvious you felt bad for whatever had happened. “What did you almost do Y/n?” Your hands planted themselves on the ground as you leaned forward, tears fell from your eyes and drop to the soil, little wet patches spotted the dirt. You heaved and hiccupped, Gojo went to your side and sat down, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “I almost- I almost killed Yuji.” Your resolve had completely broken, the storm had come back loud and unforgiving, the rain fell to the Earth in fat droplets and thunder rumbled. To Gojo’s surprise there was no lightning dancing across the sky, had you exhausted yourself? He turned his eyes back to you and saw your hands covering your face as you cried, small purple tentacles played on your skin and hopped from tear drop to tear drop that rolled down your hands and arms. He looked at the hand he had on your back, the little sparks flitted about, halting themselves before getting to close to his skin. He finally understood.

“You’re scared of yourself.” His words caused you to curl further into yourself, “You didn’t kill Yuji, he’s fine.” Your head shook violently, “Gojo I almost killed him!” You finally turned to look at him, your face was wet with tears, eyes almost grey in colour and rimmed red. The blood and dirt on your face was close to being gone from your tears and constant rubbing. “But you didn’t.” Your face scrunched up and your hands lifted into the air, “Don’t you understand?! I almost killed him! I almost took his life away! Again! They were right, I’m a monster, a good for nothing curse!” Your head dropped back into your hands as you continued to ramble,  “He tackled me to the ground and I thought I was getting attacked again, I almost hit him...” You clenched your eyes shut, “His eyes, he looked at me with so much fear, he was scared of me...” The first flash of lightening darted across the sky.

“You didn’t kill him though. You were able to stop yourself.” A hand grabbed onto yours and pulled them away from your face. “And from how I saw the two of you were after the fight, I would guess he understood that you were acting on instincts.” Gojo tilted his head down to try and meet your eyes, “It’s normal to act on instincts, that’s kinda what they’re made for.” When you didn’t react to his little quip, he knew you were still shaken. “What if next time I can’t stop myself?” Your eyes fluttered up to his. “Do you want to hurt Yuji?” Your eyebrows furrowed, “No.” A smile spread on Gojo’s face, “Then you don’t have to worry about that.” He leaned back on his hands, “It’s a good thing I have my infinity on,” You looked up and realized how dry he was compared to you and the surrounding area, “Or I’d look like a wet rat like you.” You sniffled and smirked. A hand came down to your shoulder, “Don’t sell yourself short Y/n, You’re stronger than you think.” He groaned a little as he stood up.

“You may be a curse but there is a streak of humanity in you.” He bent at the waist, “How bout we train after the exchange event? Hm? Just you and me.” A small smile graced your features, “Okay...” He straightened up with a shout, “Alright!” The sun peered back down over the forest, glistening off of the rain drops. Gojo turned and started to walk away, “Come on baby curse, we still have an event to finish!” He put his arms behind his head as he walked forward, you dawdling on behind him like a baby duck. He wasn’t worried you would snap, you were too worried about keeping him and the others safe and happy. He knew why you were constantly trying to please him, you were created on the feelings of abandonment and among many other emotions but he knew you would do anything to stay with him and his students. You were loyal and you would rather die then you break it. Yes you were a ticking bomb at times but nothing like a few words helped you calm down. The bond and trust you had with Gojo and his students was incredible. Gojo knew of your attachment to the them but he’d be lying if he didn’t say he was a little attached to you too.

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“So how is it possible that you get along with a gorilla like Todo?” Nobara nibbled on her pizza. “Well the two of us got along but it was like, I mean I do remember everything but it feels like I wasn’t exactly myself at the time.” Megumi looked uninterested in Yuji’s and Nobara’s conversation, his eyes drifted over to you where you sat off to the side staring down at your lap. You haven’t said a word or moved since Gojo came in and placed you in the chair, something was obviously bothering you but Megumi wasn’t sure how to ask.

“What do you mean? Were you drinking?” The girls voice brought him back to reality.

“You seriously believe I could’ve been drinking liquor in a situation like that? That would’ve been insane.” Yuji turned his attention to Megumi, “Anyways I’m just glad your injuries weren’t too serious Fushiguro, to your health and this pizza.” Yuji took a large bite from his slice while Nobara had another small piece. The dark haired boy looked between his friends, “You guys could’ve brought me something easier to digest.”

“No complaining.” Nobara spoke with her mouth open.

“Apparently I got off easier because my cursed was all gone and Ieiri was able to fix me up as soon as the roots were removed.” Megumi saw your ears perk up at the mention of his injuries. “Oh so that’s what happened?” Yuji swallowed his food. “You should know, you fought against them too didn’t you?” The pink haired boy nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Itadori,” Megumi turned to Yuji who paused with his mouth open midbite, “You know you’ve grown a lot stronger. Before we both said that we stood by our convictions, I still think that’s true. But then on the other hand you could we’re both wrong about all of that.” Out of the corner of his eye, Megumi saw you turn you head slightly towards him, dimly glowing grey lilac eyes watching him. “Some question don’t have any answers,” Nobara placed her face on her palm, “Don’t think so hard, you’ll go bald.” Megumi sighed, “You’re right. I know it’s just a matter of trying to accept it.” He looked down at his bedding, “But why accept something you don’t want, only weak sorcerers do that. So I’ve decided,” His dark eyes met Yuji’s brown ones, “I’ll surpass you.” Yuji let out a laugh, “You never change.” Nobara looked at the two boys annoyed, “Did I get left out of the conversation again?”

“I don’t think it makes you weak.” The trio turned to look at you, “Wouldn’t not knowing the answer make you strong? Since you are constantly looking for it, wouldn’t that make you brave? Or that one word, um...courageous?”

Nobara let out a bit of air, “Why does the curse always sound so wise.” You all laughed a little.

“There you go, that’s my brother and his friends for ya.”

You let out a yelp and fell off your chair, Todo had shown up out of nowhere at the end of Megumi’s bed. Yuji shot out of his seat and ran for the door, Todo hot on his tail. “Wait where are you going brother? Wait hold on!” The two sprinted, “Look I’m grateful for you but come on, give me a break!” Yuji jumped onto the roof.

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The sun beat down on you as you sat in the dugout. “I can tell somethings been bothering you.” You tore your eyes off of Yuji and looked at Megumi in surprise, “I mean no one was okay after that fight but it seems like there’s something else going on with you.” You glanced down at the white baseball uniform you were forced to put on, “I feel like I betrayed everyone.” Megumi tried not to let shock cover his face. “Before the exchange event I did something I never thought I could do....I almost exercised my own soul.” Megumi’s eyes widened this time, “What do you m-”

“In the moment I thought it was the best plan. Afterwards though my cursed energy was extremely low, I was barely alive. The healing process was difficult, I was using my cursed energy to heal myself and try to repair the damage I had caused to my essence. I guess the constant use of my energy to heal and for my soul to regenerate was too much for me, it was like being in a tsunami, one minute the tide was low and then the next my senses would flood and every wall I put up was being destroyed.” You took a deep breath, “The days leading up to the exchange event I buried everything down and decided I would try to deal with it later but when I was in those woods...” Your mind wandered back to when you were almost consumed by the flower curse, “I ran into some curses outside of the perimeter and I was trapped. Since I buried everything, I could feel all of it pushing against the blockades, it was like I was the storm this time.” Megumi watched you pick at the fabric of your shorts, “I lost control...” Your fingers gripped the white fabric, “Then I lost it again when I was fighting that curse. I was so angry, so filled with hate, all I felt was kill. Kill, kill ,kill, there wasn’t another thought in my mind. They wanted to hurt you, Gojo, everyone and I couldn’t let that happen.” The dark haired sorcerer stared at you for awhile then ruffled your hair, “You’re okay now, we all are. You were able to pull yourself back and that’s what matters.” You swatted his hand away which made him chuckle. He and Gojo had said the same thing, you were able to snap out of it and that makes you strong. Even with their encouraging words there’s still a looming fear that sits at the back of your mind. What if you can’t stop yourself next time? You never want someone to look at you in fear, like Yuji had, ever again.

“Kugisaki snapped! It’s a free for all!” Yuji’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

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You were playing outfield, furthest away and closest to the tree line. The first few plays went well but then there was another home run. Hit straight into the forest behind you, of course you wanted to win so you ran as fast as you could into the woodland. You could just see the ball soaring through the sky, smacking into leaves so hard they detached from the branches and fell to the ground. Your neck strained as you stared up at the flying sphere, you were right underneath it but then your sight was filled with brown then green then blackness. Your foot throbbed just a tiny bit, lifting your head up from the ground you noticed a tree root had tripped you up. Letting out a groan you pushed yourself up, "Stupid tree." Standing you looked around the forest for the ball. There was no sight of the white sphere.

"I lost it..." Pouting, you continued to walk around the trees in search for the baseball. In the distance you could hear leaves rustling, thinking it was someone on your team you called out, "Hey! Did you find it?" Running towards the noise, you pushed some branches out of the way and ended up in a small clearing. The sun peaked through the treetops and shined down on a large mass hunched over. It had large shoulders, the flesh stretched over muscle, the bones of its spine poked out from under it's skin, it's thighs were as large as you were, maybe even bigger, covering it was tattered pieces of a dirtied pink fabric. From where you were standing you couldn't see it's face, it's hunched over form obscured whatever you might've seen of the front of its body.

At the sound to your voice, the creatures head shot up. Long dark brown hair flinging around wildly before settling on the creatures big shoulders. It didn't turn towards you, just sat on its haunches, back stiff straight. A small voice came from the creatures direction, "What's wrong Mama?" A little pale blue boyish face peeked around the creatures large knee. Big round eyes gawked at the sight of you, and just when you made eye contact, the little boy disappeared behind the creature again. "Mama someone's here." The young voice wavered a bit. The long brown hair shifted forward and fell down as the creature looked down at the small boy then the creature let out a chuff and whined. Clenching your hands tight in nervousness, you spoke, "I'm sorry for scaring you, I promise I'm not here to hurt you. I've lost a ball and I need to find it." The large creature flinched at the sound of your voice and curled it's massive arms around, what you could only assume, the little boy in front of it. Despite the grip on the boy, he managed to wriggle to his way above the large forearms and looked at you again. "This ball?" He raised his small hand and in it sat your baseball. You nodded, "Yeah that one! You found it! Could I have it back?" The large round eyes filled with tears, "But I don't wanna give it back." The boy started to cry causing the creature to swaddle him and, for the first time, you saw the creatures face as it threw a glare over it's shoulder at you. She had a light brown eyes, a large brow bone which was furrowed as she glared at you, a button shaped nose, and a pair of pink lips which were set in a deep frown.

You swallowed, "Oh, um....I'm sorry but I need the ball to play my game" The little boys blue image fazed out and reappeared out of the large creatures arms a couple feet away from both of you. The small boy had a giant smile on his face as he let out a laugh and waved the ball in the air, "If you want it, then you're gonna have to catch me!" And with that he turned and sprinted in the direction you came from. You threw a quick glance towards the creature and she stared dumbstruck just like you did, both of you in disbelief over the child's rebellion. You looked back to where the boy once stood and made the realization, "he's running towards everyone..." The creature next to you whipped her head and stared at you wide eyed, she knew what you meant, the boy was running to the field, with all of the humans. In a second she was gone, her large form lumbering through the trees and shaking the ground as she went. You didn't wait too long after before you also took off to catch the boy.

"Wait! Please! They'll see you!" You yelled ahead hoping the creature and the little boy would stop, but neither of them did. If anything, the little boy ran faster. The creature let out a loud vocalization, something between a yell and a grunt, you assumed it was her way to communicate with the boy that he should listen and stop running. "It's dangerous! Please I just want the ball back!"

"No! Your stupid ball is mine!" A childish giggle sung out into the woods.

You groaned and doubled down on your speed. Your body ached a bit from the excessive use it had already been put through, but you knew if this boy or his 'Mama' were seen by any of the sorcerers, they'd be eradicated.

You could see the edge of the treeline coming up quickly, the creature in front of you must've seen it too cause she pushes off her haunches and leeped forward, grabbing the small boy and skidding to a halt. You caught up to them, you and 'Mama' huffing. "Please, please can I have the ball back?" The little boy wriggled and started whining, "No! Mama let me go! I wanna go!" His little feet dangled in the air as the creature held him above the ground. "Its dangerous out here, there's people who'll make you go away, forever. It's not safe to run around in these woods." You tried to reason with the little boy but was not having it. "You're lying! You're just saying that so I give you the ball back!" Once again his corporeal image fazed out of the space, the creature let out a loud yell as she turned 360 for her little blue boy.

"NA NA NA NA YOU CANT CATCH ME!"

Off in the distance, out in the baseball field, stood the child spirit. The cursed creature put a fist into the ground to push herself forward but you were faster.

"There you are Y/n!" Yuji's voice rang out as you broke out the treeline and ran straight towards the boy. Everyone stared as your knees hit the ground and curled your arms around an invisible body. You ignored everyone as you could feel the ground shaking from thundering steps. You let out the tiniest bit of energy to tether the little boy to you.

A loud yell is heard behind you, so close your hair flies about from the air expelled. Mama was not happy. "I've got him! I've got him, look, look" You turn and show the cursed creature the little boy in your hold.

"Y/N!" Multiple foot falls start approaching you. Whipping your head around you see Yuji rushing over to you. "No! Stay back, everything's okay!" The creature raised a fist and slammed it into the ground next to you, the little boy curled further into your arms and started to wail, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just wanted to have fun....I never get to play with anybody!" His little body shook with the tears and 'Mama' only got more angry. Her large fist was raised and ready to strike you, seeing as now you have officially become a threat. But before she's able to strike, Yuji is able to slide between the two of you and punch her. "Yuji don't!" You gasped as the creature stumbled backwards. Yuji advanced, "Don't attack her!" Your arms tightened around the little boy as his cries only grew louder.

"MAMA NO! MAMAAAA!"

You unwrapped one arm from the boy and shot a purple bolt out, aimed at Yuji.

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Hey, how y'all doin'?😗 so ye, here part 9. I'm so sorry if it's shit and not the updated you wanted. I've had a huge change in my life and writing quickly got put on the back burner. I really am hoping I find the motivation to continue and finish this story. Let me know you liked this chapter! Much love <3

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I Don’t Deserve You {Part 4} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, protective joel, possessive joel, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Joel is in his 50s) (lmk if i missed any)

Summary (Series): You were popular in Jackson but you have been single your whole life. Despite many men flirting with you, you have never found your ideal type. Until one day, you saw Joel and you fell in love at first sight.  But he felt insecure.

Words count: 1.2k

A/N: This is part 4 for I Don’t Deserve You series. Hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

*knocking the door*

“Hi.” Joel greeted you with a big smile.

“Hi, Joel.” You hugged him and let him inside your house.

“Good day?” You could sense he just had a good day by his expression.

“Yeah, actually. How do you know?” 

“I can see it from your face.” You chuckled.

Joel put his hand on the back of his neck and smiled shyly. 

“So..tell me about your day.” You gave him a cup of coffee and invited him to sit on the sofa.

“I..Uh..got a job in town. Construction. It’s good to finally be able to do what I did before the outbreak happened.” He cleared his throat.

“Oh my God, Joel! Congratulations!” You jumped and hugged him. He groaned at your weight.

“I’m happy for you.” You looked at his eyes and kissed him.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed you back.

“I was thinkin’..” Joel put his hands on your shoulder.

“Hmm?” You looked at him.

“I want to teach you how to use a gun. Have you ever used a gun before?” 

“I have used a gun before but it was a long time ago. Never used one since I got here.” 

“You good at shootin’?” 

“Not really.” You chuckled.

“I’m guessing you’re pretty good huh? Are you trying to show off by teaching me?” You squinted your eyes. 

Joel cleared his throat.

“I mean..If you don’t like it, we can do other things. As long as I can spend time with you.” His cheeks redden.

“No, no. I like it. Let’s do it.” You took his hand and swayed it.

“How’s Saturday sound?” He raised your hand and kissed it.

“Saturday sounds good.” 

Saturday

“You ready?” Joel brought you to a field where the people in town used to practice shooting.

“I’m nervous.” Your hands were shaking.

“Relax your shoulders. Take deep breaths.” He massaged your shoulder.

You shook your body and took deep breaths. 

“Okay. I’m ready.” You loaded the gun just as Joel had taught you.

“Aim to the target and pull the trigger here.” He moved beside you.

*gunshot*  ((some parts of the gun scene script is from TLOU Ep 6) I love this scene so much! I was wondering what if Joel did it with his romantic partner, it would be so cute!)

“Ugh! I missed!” You hit the air with your fist.

“You’re flinchin’.”

“The target’s too small.” You didn’t want to admit your bad skills in shooting.

“I made it bigger than I should’ve.”

You gave Joel a side eye and a pout.

“Eject the cartridge.” Joel told you to try once again.

“I’m not flinching. The rifle sucks.” You insisted.

“Okay, give it to me.” Joel decided to show you his skills.

“It doesn’t aim right. You’ll see.”

“A deep breath in. A slow breath out. You squeeze the trigger like you love it. Gentle, steady, nice and slow.” Joel explained to you.

“Are you gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?” (This dialogue was so funny lol)

Joel looked at you and squinted his eyes.

“It isn’t gonna work. It doesn’t aim right.” You looked at the target using the binoculars.

Joel pulled the trigger and shot the target right.

“You dick!” You hit his shoulder.

He put on a proud face and shrugged. 

“Your turn.” He passed the rifle to you.

“I can’t. I admit it. I’m bad at it.” You refused.

“Come on. I’ll help you.” He moved behind you and guided you.

He was so close and your heart was beating faster. His head next to your head. His chest on your back. You could feel his breath on your neck. 

“Relax. Breath in. Breath out.” His words in your ear gave you shivers.

He knew you were shaking so he put his arms on top of yours holding the rifle and the trigger. 

“Ready?” 

You nodded and he pulled the trigger with your fingers underneath his. You dropped the rifle and grabbed the binoculars. Joel catched the rifle immediately and chuckled. 

“Ah! I got it!” You jumped and opened your palm to the air waiting for him to give you a high-five.

“See? You can do it.” He high-fived you.

“That was fun.” 

“Want to do it again next time?” Joel put his hand on his jeans pocket.

“Yeah, sure. We should go get a drink to celebrate! I shot the target!” You got too excited.

At the bar

“Cheers!” You clanked your glass to Joel’s.

You drank your beer. Closed your eyes, took a deep breath in and breathe out.

“I feel so good. Thank you for today. I had a great time.” You thanked Joel.

“Anytime, darlin’.” 

After a few glasses of beer, you started getting tipsy. The band in the bar played a song you liked and you felt like dancing.

“Oh! I love this song! Let’s dance! Come on!” You danced on the dance floor while Joel just sat there, admiring you.

You swayed your hips, moving your hands down to your curves, closing your eyes, enjoying the night. One by one, all of the men’s eyes in the bar were pointed at you. You were always popular in Jackson, every man told you were the prettiest woman in town. But you were never interested in any of them. Yet, Joel caught your eye. It was like you had a connection with him. You felt attracted to him the first time you saw him. After a while, Joel looked around and realized every man in the bar was staring at you with lust. He frowned and chugged his beer. He was jealous. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” You gasped as a man suddenly held your hips and danced behind you.

“I’m with someone.” You tried to send him away.

“But you’ve been dancing alone. Dance with me.” He put his hands on your hips again.

“No. You better go. Trust me. You don’t want to mess with my man.” You let his hands away from you.

“Where is “this man” that I should be worried about?”  He was making air quotes with his fingers. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms to your chest.

“I don’t believe you.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the middle of the dance floor.

Joel saw you and his heart beat faster. He growled and put his glass down on the table with force making the table shook. 

“She said no.” Joel’s voice was so deep.

“Let go of her.” Joel grabbed the man’s hand and threw it away forcefully. 

“So this is your man?” The man scoffed.

“Leave before you regret it.” You added.

“Fine.” The man raised both of his palms in the air and left.

You could see Joel clenching his fist tightly holding himself from punching the guy. His breathing was heavy. The two of you were already a topic of rumors in the town so he didn’t want to make a scene and made you embarrassed of him. 

“Joel. Let’s get out of here.” You took his hand, opened his fist and covered it with both of your hands.

To be continued…

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[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 15

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, and a whole lotta hurt. y'all saw this coming, i know you did, so don't hate me too hard. LOL. As always, would love to hear your responses, thoughts on whats going to happen next and theories!

Emily was pacing through her living room, her phone lay abandoned on the kitchen island, her eyes landing on it each time she turned back in that direction. She absolutely did not want to send this text, not that she even had a text drafted, she’d typed up and deleted at least thirteen options already, deciding that each one was worse than the last, that none were what she wanted to say. Because what she wanted was to continue the conversation briefly started last Friday, the one where she admitted her true thoughts and feelings, one that would end happily and instead she was stuck with this. Her gut was churning already at just the thought, knowing you were already pissed about being kicked off the case. She’d downed a glass of wine to try and calm herself, get her in the right mindset to complete the task at hand. Turning back to the counter she noticed Sergio pawing at her phone, the device dangerously close to being batted to the floor and she quickly scooped it up before he could do so. He seemed to be staring her down as she typed out a message, hitting send before she could fully process what she was doing.

‘Hey, about earlier… can you come over tonight? Even just for an hour?’

The phone dropped back down onto the island with a clatter, Sergio glancing between it and Emily before his paw shot out again, this time batting at Emily’s hand, his claw catching onto her forearm as he swiped back down and she let out a hiss.

“Serg! Ow!” She clutched at the scratch, he’d broken the skin, but at least it wasn’t too deep. He let out an annoyed meow, batting at her phone again and she sighed, “oh c’mon man, I’ve gotta do it.” In return he simply turned away from, curling up on the counter facing the door and she rolled her eyes, moving into the kitchen to wash the scratch, holding a paper towel to the tiny amount of blood. Her heart leapt into her throat when her phone buzzed on the island and she turned back to it.

‘Yeah, just give me like, thirty? Derek’s having problems hooking this shit up.’

Great. Just what she needed, more waiting in anticipation.

She refilled her wine glass, taking a deep breath as she slowly started to shut down her emotions, replaying a script in her head, doing her absolute best not to stray from her planned words.

*

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when there was a knock on her door exactly forty minutes later, you were always punctual. She gave herself a quick shake before pulling the door open,

“Hey.”

You smiled softly, stepping into the apartment and she returned the sentiment. When you moved toward her she didn’t shy away, rather shifting at the last minute so that your lips hit her cheek instead, her own barely brushing against your skin and she was able to take the briefest second to inhale your perfume before grounding herself back to earth.

You followed Emily down the entry hall, the box in your hand landing on the kitchen island when she rounded it, leaning against the opposite side. Your eyes fell to her forearm, the bright red mark a stark contrast to her skin and your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Huh?” She glanced up to you and then down to her arm and huffed, “oh, yeah, just this asshole.” She nodded in the direction of Sergio who was still on the counter and you scoffed.

“Oh come on mister.” You scooped him up off the counter into your arms like a baby and he immediately started purring, licking your hand as you pet him. “Why you bein’ so mean? You gotta be nice to your mom, we like her a lot, remember?”

Emily nearly lost her gall watching the way you were cooing at Sergio, giving him a little kiss on the head as you scolded him for scratching her. She was witnessing exactly what she wanted, exactly what she was about to rip away from herself. Sergio let out a little shriek and jumped from your arms, his thump landing on the floor bringing her back to the moment and she shook out of it. You let out a small laugh eyes still on the cat and missed it completely before you opened the box you’d brought with you.

“Mini donut?” You asked, pulling one from it and Emily shook her head.

“Uh, no.”

You could sense a shift in the room, as if a window had blown open and a gust of winter air wrapped around you, your head tilted as you surveyed Emily for a moment.

“Hey… everything alright?”

“I… just wanted to talk.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, leaning against the island while you picked at the donut.

“You were really out of line today.” She started and your rolled your eyes.

“Em, c’mon, spare me the lecture. You already tore a strip off me in the office, you don’t need to do it again, even if it was just for show ‘cause Rossi and the director were there.” Your attention was on the donut, breaking off a piece of it to pop into your mouth.

“It wasn’t.” There was a coolness in her voice you weren’t used to hearing directed towards you, especially not in private and your eyes flicked up to her, your brow furrowed.

“Okay. I get it, I fucked up. I made a mistake, I owned up and I apologized for it, now we move on.”

“You do realize you could’ve compromised the entire case, right? We need to play by the rules if we want unsubs to actually be penalized for their crimes.”

“Pretty sure I remember how the law works, thanks though.” You couldn’t help the annoyance, it was slowly building through your veins, coursing through your body since you’d left the BAU that afternoon, it was still sitting right under the surface waiting to break through.

“What if a case had come in? What if we had needed to be wheels up and you were off galivanting on a different case that I hadn’t approved?”

“Ugh, Emily!” You groaned, “did you seriously make me drive all the way out here to continue to berate me about work? Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow or been a fucking email? You don’t need to scold me like some school child.”

“Maybe if you weren’t acting like a child.” She shot back and you pushed off the island, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Excuse me?”

“The shit you pulled today made me realize just how immature you are. You expected to walk away from this completely unscathed based on personal relationships alone.”

“Okay, I get it.” You huffed, “you’re mad about earlier, how the line was blurred between work and play”—

“It wasn’t just blurred it was completely fucking gone!” Her voice rose and you tensed, you certainly weren’t used to being on the receiving end of it and you definitely didn’t like it, “you really thought you were some kind of teacher’s pet? That you were going to avoid punishment just because I’d seen you naked? Reasons like that and people like you are the legitimate reason why rules against fraternization exist!”

“This isn’t about work…” realization washed over you as your face fell, your body beginning to shrink inward, “this is about us…”

“You’re finally catching on.” Emily stated bluntly and as hard as you tried to search her face you couldn’t find a single ounce of empathy.

“Em…please…” your own resolve began to crack and you did your absolute best to not let your voice shake, you couldn’t let her know just how much this was hurting you. You felt your chest tightening already, your heart hammering, “I fucked up, I expected special treatment and that was wrong. I know it now; we can move past this.”

“And when it happens again?” She cocked a brow, “or when I do let something slide and someone catches onto it? You really think I’m willing to risk my career that I’ve spent decades working for, for just some fling?” 

“Fling?” You managed to get out, a little scoff leaving your lips, “that’s all this ever was?”

“We both knew from the day you walked into my office that this couldn’t be anything more than that. I may have let myself get whisked up in the comfort and casualness of it all, but it was never going to be more than sex. This can’t keep happening. You’re immaturity has proven that today.”

“I’d really love if you could just decide between insulting me personally or my work ethic at this point.”

“We agreed to no strings! To something easy!” Emily argued back, her arms swinging to exaggerate her words, “but all this sneaking around? Having to hide it, pretend nothing’s going on when people ask, coming up with stories to cover things up? It’s exhausting.”

“I didn’t realize I was such an inconvenience…” You could feel yourself crumbling from the inside out, praying that for as long as you were in Emily’s apartment, that it stayed on the inside. You shook your head, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, “and here I was thinking I was going to get an apology.”

“An apology?” She laughed, “why the fuck would you be getting an apology? You were the one in the wrong!”

“Maybe, because for once, for once in my fucking life I thought someone actually gave a shit! I thought you cared about me, that all those weekends together actually meant something. That for once I wasn’t going to be walked away from, but I’m so fucking stupid. I thought you’d say you were sorry for the harsh words at work, but it was needed, that we were gonna have a separating church vs state conversation. That we were going to finally realize how dumb we were being, that we should say fuck the rules and actually be together.” You had to pause, a hitch in your breath as your chest heaved, a tear managed to escape the corner of your eye and you swiped it away hopefully before Emily could see it, finally glancing back at her. “I knew it. I fucking knew something was off, you were being weird and I just knew deep down that you were getting cold feet, but I didn’t want to believe it. Don’t know why I’m so stupid, clearly you’d never want something to do with someone like me…”

You were surprised when what left Emily’s lips was a scoff of a laugh, “at least you’re finally getting it.”

You froze, your brow furrowed as you shook your head. You weren’t sure what to say, you weren’t totally sure you were going to be able to speak at all without bursting into tears. You could feel your hands beginning to shake, your chest trembling as you tried to breathe, your heart was thundering in your ears loud enough you barely heard her when she spoke again.

“It’s over. Whatever happened between us, no matter how fun it was, it stays in the past. Doesn’t matter how special it felt, now you can focus on proving yourself to me as a special agent, like you should have in the first place. I expect you at your desk at nine.”

“Wow…” you muttered, shaking your head as you quickly turned from the island, “so much for the fucking flowers.”

Your words were met with deaf ears from Emily, the only thing she heard was the slamming of the door as you disappeared from her apartment for the last time.

A block away from the freeway you realized you had to pull over, you weren’t going to be able to hold this in until you got home. Cracking a window so you finally felt like you could breathe you let out a sob, collapsing over the steering wheel, letting the pure emotion take over. You hadn’t felt this stupid in a very long time, you’d let Emily get under your skin, let your guard down, you’d finally admitted to yourself that you were falling in love with her. You thought that you’d soon be able to admit it to her, that tonight was going to end with the two of you exclusively together. You knew she was strict when it came to work, but you had no idea one little slip up at the BAU would absolutely destroy everything the two of you had seemingly built over the past near ten months. Your mind began to race through every moment with her, part of you wanted to burn them into your memory forever so you would never forget it, never forget the feel of her lips on your skin, the way she held you tighter when it had been a rough case, the way being around her made warmth bloom through your chest. The other part of you wanted to never have to think about them again, and that part seemed to be winning, the only thing you could hear were her cruel words burning into your skin, making you cry even harder.

*

“Fucking hell.” Emily swore, wincing at the echoing in her ears of the door slamming. She braced herself against the island for a minute, breathing deeply while the façade slipped from her body and mind. She padded over to the door, locking it and flicking off the hallway light. Back in the kitchen she glanced to Sergio, “ten bucks says she doesn’t show up to work tomorrow.” She swatted him away from the open box of donuts and in retaliation he let out a hiss, swatting at her hand again. “Hey!” He simply stared her down, “oh don’t look at me like that.” She scoffed and he jumped off the island, racing off to his cat bed in the corner to curl up with his back to her.

Great. Not even Sergio to keep her company tonight.

She pulled down a bottle of whiskey, pouring a hefty amount into a glass before downing it, wincing at the burn it left in her mouth, dripping warmth down her throat, burning into her chest. Her shoulders sagged as the liquid moved through her, her lips forming a tight line as she shrunk, wrapping her arms around herself. She couldn’t cry, not here, not now. Her eyes flicked to the coffee cup full of dirt on her tv stand, cursing that it was still there, that she’d had to do what she’d done.

Crossing the room she slammed the bedroom door, stripping off her clothes until she was in the bathroom, that door shut, a towel shoved in the crack under it, music coming from her phone as she blasted the water at its highest pressure and climbed into the shower. It was only there that she let herself finally break, knowing the sound wouldn’t leak through.

It had been a long time since she’d cried, even longer since it had been over something like this. The absolute last thing in the world that she wanted to do was let you go and now she’d shunned you away, likely for good. There was no coming back from twisting the knife as deeply as she had and she knew it. She’d done it on purpose, playing off the stories you’d told her, using your insecurities to make things really sting. As tears slipped down her cheeks she tried to remind herself that she had to do it, you had to believe it was real, that she wanted nothing to do with you. If you didn’t, if she’d let you in on the truth, even with a fake argument there was a likelihood that someone would slip and who knew if there were other bugs, how closely Dewald was watching. She had to hurt you like that, make sure that you wouldn’t come crawling back to her because there was absolutely no way she would be able to turn you away. You were the closest she’d come to loving someone in years. So instead, she did her best to silently sob in the shower, letting the hot water burning on her skin in an attempt to distract her from the emotional pain of losing you.

*

You managed to get home in one piece, though you felt completely empty, sitting in the driveway trying to come up with the energy to actually go inside. You were staring ahead when your phone buzzed in the cup holder and your eyes slowly moved in that direction, sniffling as you wiped away a stray tear. A surge of anger flashed through you when you saw Emily’s name on the screen, but you opened the message nonetheless.

‘Did you like the flowers?’

A watery scoff left your lips, a whole new set of tears brimming in your eyes, though at least these ones were filled with rage, how dare she? You debated not replying, but your emotions took control of you, fingers darting over the screen to type out the reply.

‘Seriously!? Agent Prentiss, after what you just pulled, the cruel things you said, I never want to hear from you again unless it is work related. In person, calls or over text. Vegas is dead. You made that very clear.’

You would’ve blocked her number if she wasn’t your boss.

There was a bottle of bourbon with your name on it in the kitchen and you knew it, finally having the energy, you grabbed your phone, slamming the car door and jogging up the stairs. It was only once in the kitchen that you spotted the bouquet, still wrapped in paper sitting on the island.

“Fuck you Emily.” You muttered, grabbing them to angrily toss in the garbage chute.

*

Emily sat on her bed in her coziest pyjamas, very large glass of whiskey in her hand, the tv mumbling nonsense that she wasn’t paying attention to. Her eyes puffy and rimmed red she was staring at her phone where it laid on top of the duvet, wishing that it would buzz despite not having sent a single message in hours. She knew as much as she wanted it, it couldn’t happen, you had to stay away from each other and there was no doubt you hated her now, but the only thing she wanted was to see your name flashing across the screen. She ached to have you be the one to make the first move, beg her to change her mind, to try and right things, that you would promise to do better, whatever it took for her to give you a second chance because she would give it to you in a heartbeat. It felt like hours later when Sergio finally jumped up into her lap, breaking her trance and she finally looked away.

Though it didn’t matter. Not a single text came through, her phone never went off that night.

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[untilwedont]

A Part Of Me Died

When you did

A/N: my interpretation on the events that’d happen before ethan died, as revealed by the og scream 6 script!

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Male!Reader

Warnings; Character death, mentions of blood

Summary: In which Ethan meets his fateful demise in front of his friends

^^ these two set the mood so choose either one if you want

You sat on the couch of Tara and Sam’s dorm, cuddled up against Ethan while flipping through the different channels on the TV. Everyone was there except for Anika, who had important errands to run.

Tara, Sam, Chad, and Mindy all sat together at the dining table, discussing the current events happening, but also teasing Sam about the ‘cute boy’ she’d talk about every so often. Quinn was in her room with her hookup, as per usual.

You stopped flipping through channels when a specific one caught your attention. The news channel. “Guys, what the hell?” You spoke, alerting everyone in the room. You turned the TV up, and the news reporter talked about Sam and the incidents that happened back in Woodsboro.

Sam grabbed the TV remote from you, shutting off the TV after hearing enough. You were caught off guard by the sounds that came from Quinn’s room. Lots of moaning and shuffling around in there.

You laughed, “Quinn going at it with her hookup again.” But the noises abruptly came to a stop and the smile on your face disappeared. You began walking towards it, but Ethan placed a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to stop moving. “What’re you doing?” He whispered to you, but before you could say anything, Quinn’s lifeless body shot out of the room.

She landed beside Ethan, and just then ghostface came out of her room. You tried to help Ethan up but you were met with a slash in the left arm and a stab in the hip. You tumbled onto the couch as you cried in pain. Ghostface was about to stab you again but Ethan got up in time to yank them onto the ground. But, just ask quickly as they fell, the got up, wrapping their hands around Ethan and strangled him.

You wanted to so badly help your boyfriend, but it hurt so badly to move, let alone get up. So you watched as ghostface lifted their knife up and plunged it into Ethan’s stomach repeatedly. You cried out in desperateness for them to stop, but they continued with no hesitation. Finally, Sam hit ghostface on the head with a knife box, knocking them to the ground. Mindy was quick to help you and Sam helped Ethan, rushing you guys towards Quinn’s room.

Mindy quickly placed you on the bedstool before running back to the door and locking it. “Sam, the other door!” Mindy yelled, referring to the one in the bathroom. Sam rushing towards the other door after setting Ethan down next to you, but screamed when ghostface appeared and at the sight of Quinn’s dead hookup. She closed the door as quick as she could, “We need something to barricade the door!”

“Ethan, baby, how are you holding up?” You spoke, placing your hand against his wounded stomach. He whimpered and shook his head, “N..not so good. Got stabbed.. a lot back there.” Ethan was badly bleeding out, and it hurt you that you weren’t able to help him. “We’re gonna make it out of this, okay? You and me.” You tried your best to reassure him, but it seemed as if he was tuning the world out.

You placed a hand on a cheek, making him look at you. You placed a soft, long kiss on his lips, trying your best to make him focus on something that wasn’t his bleeding stomach. It came to a stop when Sam placed a hand on your shoulder, telling you that there was a way to escape. You removed your lips and looked at what Sam had in mind and your heart sunk. “Sam, do you see Ethan’s state right now? He’s not gonna be able to make that!”

“It’s our best bet! Its either we climb across that thing or we die!” She argued back. You slightly shook your head, “You go first. I’ll stay here with Ethan.” She was hesitant about being the first one to go, but you knew if you or ethan went first, it’ll only slow the group down.

So she went, and your mind fixated back onto Ethan. You kissed him all over the face and told him how much you loved him, worrying that this could be the last moment you’ll ever be able to tell him those words. Once Sam cross safely, it was Ethan’s turn, but he protested on being the next.

“No, you go M/N. You’re less hurt than I am.” You shook your head, “No way, Eth! I’m not going first.” He placed his bloodied hand onto yours, “Please, listen to me M/N! I’ll be right behind you, okay?” You knew arguing with Ethan right now would do you no good so you gave him one last kiss before crossing the ladder.

Heights were never your thing, but the adrenaline in you forced you to make your way across the ladder, slowly but surely. And once you did, you called out to Ethan, signaling it was now his turn.

A few moments later, Mindy came out instead of Ethan. Damnit Ethan, why do you have to be such a kind soul? Mindy successfully made her way across the ladder, and now it was finally Ethan’s turn. He slowly got onto the ladder, his wounds badly slowing him down.

Eventually ghostface got into the room and made their way towards the window. Your heart sunk and the group went silent. “W-what?” Ethan slowly spoke, turning to look behind him. His eyes widened and be began to shake his head while yelling no.

“Ethan, you need to hurry up! Please hurry up!” You cried out, begging for your boyfriend to move quicker. Ghostface rapidly began to shake the ladder, teasing Ethan for fun. “Guys, I can’t do it! I don’t want to die… Sam please help!”

Ghostface pushed the ladder side to side, and Ethan began to slip. You begged the killer to spare Ethan and let him live, but to no avail. Sam reaches to grab Ethan but fails. Ethan fell to the ground, hitting his head on the dumpster, his faced mushed up. Sam looked in horror, feeling like she was responsible for his death.

You sobbed as you looked at your boyfriends lifeless body on the ground. At least you got to tell him you loved him one last time.

A/N: the script could be fake but who knows 🤷‍♂️ anyways im almost done with some requests will probs post one tmr (hint: JJ maybank)

[naesarangyunho]

You already know this but San x fem!reader pretty please <3 Where him and the reader go from friends to strangers to lovers. San and reader misunderstand their feelings for platonic ones and eventually fall apart due to "unrequited love", San sees reader asomeone else and tries to win her back. Write me your smuttiest smut >:)

All About You- Choi San

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

(Title from All About You by ATEEZ)

Contains: childhood best friends to lovers, realisation of feelings, getting together, fluff, angst with happy ending, protective bestie Mingi, strangely responsible Wooyoung and Yeosang, the rest of the boys being chaotic, eventual smut, fingering (fem), hickies, unprotected sex (you guys stay safe though), slightly possessive and jealous San, idk what else

[Wordcount: 8.2k]

A/N: I went off script a little, bestie, sorry😭 I'm also sorry it's so long😭 I hope you like it still.

San pulled out and rolled off of his girlfriend before he'd even properly caught his breath again, eager to move onto something else and Yunji just watched him with a scowl.

She wasn't sure if he was even aware of what he was doing but she couldn't help but think that as time passed he seemed to want to be less and less intimate with her. They hadn't been on a single date in months which she supposed in the grand scheme of things wasn't all that important but it still hurt. What hurt even more though was that he barely held her anymore and she had started to get the impression that sleeping with her had started to seem like a chore to him. He wasn't as passionate as he had been when they had first met and it was beginning to seem that he wasn't even enjoying himself anymore. He wasn't as vocal anymore during intimate acts and seemed to focus more on climaxing than the journey to climax. To be honest, it hurt so badly. She loved this man so deeply and had for so long and for him to make it seem like he was losing interest in her body and her in general hurt. She tried to convince herself she was just being a chronic over-thinker and that none of it was true. It worked. Almost.

The scowl on her face deepened as he turned his back on her, not even sparing her a quick smile or kiss, and pulled his phone off the bedside table. He stayed like that for a few minutes, on his side, busy with his phone that was on charge.

"San?" She murmured. She was curious but also annoyed, especially when he merely hummed in response to her calling his name.

She cleared her throat, "I was thinking that maybe we could-" He still wasn't paying attention to her, eyes glued to his phone screen.

"San!" She said louder this time, putting her hand on his shoulder.

He looked at her over his shoulder distractedly, mind seemingly elsewhere, "What?"

She felt a little hurt by the look of what almost looked like disinterest and impatience on his handsome face. A stark contrast to the sunshine-esque grins that usually took that place on his features.

"I was trying to ask you something," She paused and eyed his phone screen with a frown, "What are you even doing?"

He sat up against the headboard, taking his phone off charge as he did so, "Well, as of next Friday, Y/n and I have been best friends for twenty years and I want to get her something to celebrate. Any ideas?" He asked with a proud grin.

She gave him an incredulous look, "You're worried about her when…" She sighed dejectedly, "Do you even know what day it is?"

"Uh…Saturday? Am I forgetting something?" He responded in confusion with that little head tilt she'd once found so endearing.

Pain shot through her heart, quick and sharp; they had been together for so long that you'd think he'd remember the important things. She gave him a heartbroken look of disbelief, "It's our third anniversary."

His face fell and he instantly reached for her face, cupping it in his hand, "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know how I could forget."

"But you managed to remember the exact day you met her in kindergarten?" She let herself lean into his touch for a moment before pulling her face away. His heart ached at the way she moved out of his hold, sitting up and tugging the sheets over her naked body.

"I... It's hard to forget, Ji. She'd just moved to Namhae and joined us in our class exactly a week before Chuseok and-"

Yunji scoffed, tears collecting in her lashline- she wasn't even sure if they were the result of anger or sadness anymore, "Do you even remember how we met?"

"Yes, of course," He reached for her hand with a warm smile, "We met at Seonghwa's graduation party. Jongho invited you."

A deeply sad look settled in her eyes at his words, "San… We met at the Starbucks near the library at SNU. Jongho's girlfriend set us up on a blind date."

His smile fell from his face, "Oh, yes of course. I'm sorry, I was mixing it up with-"

Yunji pulled her hand out of his, her gaze hardening, "Your ex. That's how you met your ex."

San panicked, "I'm sorry! Sometimes I don't have the best memory."

She shook her head with a humourless laugh, "But you can remember things like when she cried after her first kiss because she thought the guy was ugly? Or that her favourite stuffed animal's name is Terry? Or the time Mingi tricked her into drinking some crazy mixture he'd thought up and she puked on his new shoes? Or the time she fell down Yunho's stairs at his housewarming party and needed stitches? Need I go on?"

San frowned, "Those things happened before you and I met, how do you know about all of that?"

She finally snapped, "Because you never stop fucking talking about her!"

He was taken aback by her outburst, "She's my best friend…What are you insinuating?"

"That you're in love with her, San!"

San's stomach flipped uncomfortably, "What makes you think that? I'm literally in bed with you."

"That means nothing right now."

"What?"

"San, I've witnessed first-hand how you drop anything and everything for her. I've seen how upset you get every time she starts seeing someone new. You act like she hung the stars in the sky just for you. She outshines everyone else in your eyes. I know it. I've seen how you look at her." Her voice cracked on the last sentence and she paused, wiping at the tears trekking down her flushed cheeks before continuing, "You love her."

"As a friend! I love you. You know that, baby!" He pleaded and tried reaching for her again, wanting to hold her, to make this okay but also mostly to drown out the thoughts he'd always pushed back that were suddenly louder than anything else in his head.

"Yeah? You've not once looked at me that way. Never, San! You barely even touch me anymore. Do you have any fucking clue how much that hurts?"

He paused, her words finally sinking in. She watched the wheels in his head turn and her heart dropped into her stomach at the flicker of realisation she saw in his eyes. She had hit the nail on the head.

"I… I love you," He murmured, his chest tight, but even he could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

She shook her head sadly and got up, pulling the sheets off of him and wrapping herself in them as she walked towards their shared closet.

For once, considering their conversation and the way she didn't even seem comfortable enough around him to let him see her naked suddenly, the normally confident San felt ashamed when he was left naked on the bed and rushed to grab his boxers off the floor and yank them on.

He left the bed after her and made his way over to where she was struggling to pull a duffel bag off the top shelf with one hand, her other still clutching the sheets to her body. He wanted to help her but he had a horrible feeling about where this was going.

"What are you doing?" He sounded panicked and it almost made her feel guilty. She avoided looking at him, knowing that his sad puppy eyes would hurt more than anything.

She managed to finally yank the bag free and let it fall to the ground at her feet as she reached for his clothes.

His eyes widened, "Baby, what-"

Her head snapped in his direction, "Don't call me that!" She hissed.

San's mouth clamped shut and he flinched at the tone of her voice and once again she nearly felt guilty.

She forced herself to ignore the look on his face and started haphazardly shoving his clothes into the bag. All he could do was stand and stare stupidly as she filled it before she roughly zipped it up and threw it at him. It landed heavily at his feet and his stomach dropped to the floor along with it.

"I… I don't understand," He muttered softly but he did. Her intentions were clear as day.

"Get out." She spat, jaw tense and gaze determined. She didn't even bother wiping her face anymore and San's heart ached at the sight of her glistening cheeks. She didn't deserve this. She was good, kind and loving. She was devoted and the more San thought about it, he realised he hadn't been. He hadn't been the person she deserves.

The longer they stood and stared at each other, the worse San felt. Tears bubbled up inside of him. He felt horrible. He might not be crazy in love with her but he cared about her deeply after three years and the fact that he'd repaid her three years of love with this? That hurt.

"I'm so sorry, Yunji, you don't-"

"Shut up and get out!" angry tears shone in her eyes.

She was quite a sight. Jaw tense, gaze hard, cheeks tear-stained, hair sex-ruffled and a sheet clutched firmly to her body. A lover scorned.

"It's late. Where am I supposed to go?" He tried to reason with her as he pulled on his previously discarded shirt.

"I don't care. The streets. That bitch's arms. Your dumb friends. Just get the fuck out!"

"But-"

"Out, San! I don't want to see or hear from you again. You can send one of your stupid friends to come get your shit."

San gazed at her a moment longer, wanting to apologise once more for the absolute fuck up he had made but she was livid and he knew speaking would only further anger her. So, he sucked it up, gave her one final look, grabbed his things and left the apartment.

***

The cold autumn weather was especially cold to San who stood on the sidewalk in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt. It was humiliating but somehow he felt he deserved it.

It was completely dark apart from the glow of a streetlamp further down the sidewalk and San had never been more grateful than when Wooyoung picked up on the first ring and even more so when he and Yeosang picked him up and let him crash at their place.

They listened to him and held him as he cried. He hadn't even been sure about why he was crying by that point. Was it because of the fact that he had broken his girlfriend's heart, a person he considered a close friend at the minimum? Was he crying because he was now losing that close friend and the life they had together? Or was crying because of how hard her words had hit him? How true they were? Was he sobbing because he had only just realised that he was madly in love with his best friend? San felt like and probably was the biggest idiot on the face of planet Earth.

He had felt too emotionally conflicted and confused to even tell his best friend about what had even happened. He didn't want her asking questions. Questions needed answers and even if San could provide those he wasn't sure that she would like them. He didn't need to lose another person he cared about- especially not her. Never her.

She had been highly concerned for that week and a half after the breakup she wasn't even aware of. He hadn't responded to any of her usual texts apart from a quick "Happy 20th anniversary, brat." Nor had he answered any of her calls.

After him being off grid for that long, when he had finally contacted her she had been relieved- only for that relief to once more be replaced by concern when he told her about his break up with Yunji. She had panicked at the news, assuming San was heartbroken and she wanted to be there with him. He had tried to assure her that he was alright but she insisted they meet up, even if it was just to hang out and not talk about her. She said she had missed him and just wanted to see him. He hated the way his heart fluttered when she told him that.

Eventually, he relented and told her to meet him at the beach. He loved the beach. Being from Namhae and growing up relatively close to the ocean, the beach had always been a place San loved. He would go there to clear his head and just breathe the salty air and listen to the sound of the birds. He most liked it at night though, when all he could hear was the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore and could look out at the stars littering the sky. It was his safe haven of sorts and so he chose that time and place for her to meet him.

She hadn't thought the request was strange. She was accustomed to spending nights at the beach with him and it brought her comfort just as much as it brought him. He brought her comfort. It had become a ritual for them to meet there when either of them were feeling out of sorts.

"Hey~" San heard a voice call out and he perked up; he would know that voice anywhere.

He looked up with a grin as his best friend sauntered up to him from up the beach and plopped down next to him on the blanket he had spread out on the sand.

"Hey," He echoed, switching his beer to his other hand so that he could pull her in for a quick side hug.

She smiled, ruffled his hair and then set her bag down in front of her, pulling out a few more beers and a few bags of chips. San snatched one up instantly, "Hah! My favourite."

She rolled her eyes affectionately at him but her face turned serious soon after and she gave him a searching look. He frowned, a cheese puff halfway to his mouth, "What?"

"How are you holding up?" She asked and he sighed, popping the chip in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. He washed it down with a swig of beer before speaking again.

"Fine, I guess." He looked into the flickering flames of the fire before him instead of at her. He didn't like the look of pity settling in her eyes. He didn't deserve pity; he'd brought this upon himself.

She placed a hand on his knee, "Are you sure, Sannie? You guys were together for a long time."

He swallowed thickly. To be honest, now that he was away from her and could see the situation from a different perspective, he didn't know how to feel. He had thought he had loved his ex too. They had been together for three years and you'd think that in that space of time he would definitely be in love at some point or another but San wasn't sure anymore.

In light of recent revelations, he thought, perhaps their relationship had been a mistake after all. He had gotten with her around two months after his best friend had gotten with her now ex-boyfriend. If you had said to him at that time that he was doing it out of jealousy he would have laughed, said you were being ridiculous and that he really liked Yunji that's all, but now he wasn't sure about that anymore. Perhaps he really had been jealous and lonely. No, he had been lonely and jealous. Lonely without her and jealous that she would brush him off so often to hang out with a man who had suddenly replaced San as the centre of all her affection. He had hated seeing her in his arms and at that time had chalked it up to being a protective best friend.

Even if he had had passing thoughts about what his feelings had been back then and wanted to break up with his girlfriend after his best friend was single again, he was in deep with his girlfriend and couldn't bring himself to hurt her that way. She had thrown the big 'L word' at him three months in and he felt obligated to return that affection. Even though he couldn't quite bring himself to say those words back to her yet, guilty knowing that he wouldn't mean them the same way, he still pushed on, convincing himself that eventually, those words would fall effortlessly from his tongue and that he could love her back.

And, to some extent, San supposed he did love her back eventually. Enough to move in with her, meet her family and sit by while she fantasised about a future with him he couldn't quite see himself in. Enough to adopt a cat together. A cat he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep now. He scoffed, of all things to truly worry about right now Byeol should be last.

In the present, his best friend frowned at the way he scoffed suddenly and the humourless laugh that came from him, "What?"

He laughed again with a little shake of his head, "Just thinking about whether I get to keep Byeol."

She sighed at the mention of the Siamese, "I don't know but I hope so. But maybe just give Yunji some time to breathe before you meet up with her to ask."

She looked out at the dark ocean and popped open a can of beer and took a sip. He polished off his first beer, debating on whether or not to open a second one. He decided against it for now, instead grabbing another handful of chips.

"May I ask what happened?" She looked at him again and asked gently.

He sighed.

"You know you can tell me anything, right, Sannie? We've been friends since we were four, I wouldn't judge you for anything," She murmured, rubbing his shoulder.

How many of those years had he been in love with her? he wondered. The more he thought about this, the more he realised Yunji had been one hundred percent correct.

"I know."

He didn't say anything after though, just chewed quietly and stared out at the ocean.

Her frown deepened in concern. He was clearly upset but she was struggling to get a read on him. That had never happened before. She liked to believe that she knew San like the back of her hand after all these years.

She took another small, contemplative sip of her beer and stared at him, her mind spinning as she tried to understand what he was feeling.

They sat in silence that bordered on uncomfortable, which was new for them, and after a while San suddenly stirred from his thoughts, cracked open another lukewarm beer and downed it.

She stared at him in shock, "San?"

He tried to grasp at any false confidence the alcohol in his system could bring him as he pulled his best friend in and pressed his lips to hers. She froze, her beer falling to the ground and seeping into the sand and her heart jumped. San was kissing her? San was kissing her.

She reached out and grabbed his shirt collar and moved her lips against his on instinct and he sighed against her mouth before cradling the back of her head in his hand and urging her into a deeper kiss, his tongue swiping at her bottom lip and she easily parted her lips for him but then the taste of beer hit her tongue and she remembered that he'd been drinking even before she met up with him.

She shoved him away and looked at him, confused, flustered and…hurt. He had to be drunk to kiss her?

She felt her throat tighten, "You shouldn't have done that."

San's eyes hardened at her words but his heart dropped at the rejection.

"And why the fuck not?"

She was taken aback by the sharp tone of his voice and the confusion of emotions swirling in his eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes, "Because you're drunk. Because you're drunk and you're lonely and you miss her but I'm not her, San!"

"This isn't about her!"

"Then who is it about?" She was so confused.

"You! It's about you! She broke up with me because of you!" He choked out and she was surprised to see his eyes glisten with unshed tears but his words were like arrows in her heart.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"She called me out on a lot of shit. Mostly about how I can't stop thinking about you! Or talking about you… About how-" He gulped and fear rose up inside of him, he was losing his best friend wasn't he?

"About how I'm probably in love with you," He whispered.

Really shitty wording but he didn't want to scare her off completely. His words, however, had the opposite effect than he intended.

Her gaze steeled and her jaw tensed, "Probably? You're willing to fuck around with me on the off chance that you might be in love with me?"

This wasn't going to plan. Had there ever been a plan? He couldn't even remember anymore.

"I…Maybe? I don't know, okay!"

"You don't know?" A tear rolled down her cheek and she reached up to wipe it away aggressively.

"I mean that I-"

She shook her head and stood up, "San, I came here to comfort someone that means the world to me. Someone I'd do anything for, not to have that thrown in my face and get messed around with because you're confused about whatever you're going through."

He stood up too and reached for her, "That's not what I meant, I meant that-"

She cut him off with another sad shake of her head and took a step away from him, dodging his arms, just as Yunji had done. The action broke his heart and his arms fell back dejectedly to his sides.

He wasn't even angry anymore, he was wrecked. Heartbroken.

"Please, don't leave me too, " He pleaded so desperately and quietly she could almost not hear him over the crash of the waves meeting the shore.

Her heart shattered at the sight of his face cracking and tears falling from his eyes. Tears trailed helplessly down her cheeks in response.

"I'm sorry." She turned to leave.

San grabbed her wrist, "Please. Please, don't do this. I need you!" He sobbed and she pulled her hand free and turned away from him before she could crumble and pull him into her arms.

"Don't talk to me or come to see me until you've figured out what you want." She tried to keep her voice steady through her tears, fighting not to look back as she left him swiftly, disappearing into the darkness as she made her way back to her car.

San slumped onto the sand in defeat and a sob tore through him. He had fucked up big time.

***

San had tried contacting her but his messages stopped going through and he realised with an aching heart that she'd blocked him. And on every platform. Their mutual friend, Mingi, had taken her side and wouldn't even speak to San anymore let alone let him know how she was. He was livid with San.

"Did you not bother to stop and think about how she feels about you?!" Mingi had yelled at him when San had called him the first time.

"How she feels about me?" San had parroted back dumbly and Mingi had let a sound out that sounded more like a growl than an exasperated sigh.

"You're an inconsiderate, selfish prick, Choi San." Had been the last thing he heard from Mingi before he, too, blocked him on every social media platform.

The only remotely close connection that San had left to her was through Mingi's boyfriend who happened to be another one of San's close friends. Despite Mingi refusing to speak to San, his boyfriend had chosen to stay neutral on the affair and still talk to and hang out with him but he too still refused to let San know anything, firm in his conviction to not get involved.

***

"San, you can't keep going on like this," Yeosang had said from across the dinner table one night, watching San poke listlessly at the kimchi-jjigae that Wooyoung had served for dinner. He had no appetite these days.

" 'Going on'?" Wooyoung had piped up from his seat next to Yeosang," He's barely going to work, 'going on' is not a term I'd use."

Yeosang kicked Wooyoung under the table before turning back to San, "San-ah, I know that you're heartbroken and struggling but I hate to remind you that in the bigger picture, you're the one that messed up, not her."

San looked up from his food and over at Yeosang.

"He's right," Wooyoung agreed, looking over at San, "You need to either fix this or work on moving on."

"I'm aware," San replied, trying not to snap at his friends. He was staying with them indefinitely and free of charge; he had no right to get upset with them.

Wooyoung sighed deeply, putting his spoon down on the table with a little clink, "San, at least get out of the house a little."

"But I-"

"Work doesn't count." Yeosang interrupted him and San looked down at his food with a slight pout.

"I know you probably don't feel like dealing with large crowds of people but Yunho is throwing a party this weekend. You should come, it might be good for you to have some fun."

San considered Wooyoung's offer. He did need to get out of the house, that much was true, and losing himself in music and alcohol for a while, although not super healthy, was pretty tempting.

"I'll think about it," San responded, standing up and taking his dishes to the kitchen. He wasn't hungry anymore.

Wooyoung and Yeosang watched him go and shared a meaningful look. Wooyoung tilted his head and Yeosang shrugged. They had a slight plan slash intervention in mind but had no idea whether it would work or not and the possibility of San rejecting their offer didn't help.

***

Much to Wooyoung and Yeosang's relief, San did eventually end up accepting their offer.

San had been swayed by them surprisingly agreeing without much fuss to take him home if he were to feel even the slightest overwhelmed by the crowd. With that information in mind, he had cleaned himself up nicely, dressed well and hopped in their car when the time finally arrived.

San was feeling pretty good about this, having amped himself up for the little break this would provide him from his mess of a life but that good feeling faded away when Yunho greeted them at the door. He noticed that the tall man was wearing one of Mingi's favourite large band t-shirts, styled to fit his look. San internally cursed at himself; how could he forget a detail as simple as the fact that wherever Yunho was, Mingi was too? And with his luck, wherever Mingi was, San's best friend (Was she even that still?) was too.

Yunho however greeted them with a smile, even offering San a "Nice to see you, San-ah."

When Yunho let them in, San sighed in relief when he didn't see Mingi anywhere. He didn't need that argument or cold shoulder raining on his parade tonight. San instantly made his way through the home to the makeshift bar on the kitchen island and was surprised to see his friend Hongjoong there. The elder gave him a smile and San returned it easily,

"Hyung! I didn't know you were back already!"

Hongjoong had been travelling in the US, doing a tour to promote his new mixtape. San had always thought it was so cool to be able to say he had a celebrity as a friend.

"Yeah, landed here last week," Hongjoong replied, offering San a beer.

San took it from him with a thankful smile, "How did it go?"

Hongjoong grinned, "Pretty good. Sold out two venues. They weren't massive but it still felt good to hit that milestone."

"Wow, that's amazing, hyung!"

"Thank you," Hongjoong took a sip of his drink, "And how have you been?"

"I've…" San scratched the back of his neck and averted his gaze for a second, "I've been alright I suppose. Won another Taekwondo competition last month. I'm going to nationals."

"Oh, really? That's amazing! Does your dad still run that training centre?" Hongjoong asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

San nodded, opened his beer and took a sip, "Yup. He's been trying to talk me into taking over when he retires but I'm not really sure. For now, I just coach kids occasionally."

"That's still pretty awesome. And how's your bestie? Doing good as well?"

San's heart dropped at the mention of her and it must've shown on his face because Hongjoong frowned.

Before Hongjoong could inquire further they were interrupted by a familiar pink-haired man, "Hongjoong-ah, I need you to come help me with Jongho. The kid has started challenging guests to arm wrestling matches and Yunho had to hide all the fruit already."

"How is he that drunk already?" Hongjoong laughed.

Seonghwa shrugged, "No clue. I think Mingi tipped another bottle of vodka into the fruit punch."

Hongjoong let loose an exasperated sigh before bidding San farewell with a promise to catch up later and following Seonghwa off to wherever the youngest member of their friend group was wreaking havoc.

San watched them go before staring down at his beer, listening to the chatter of people and pounding of music from further into the house and sighed. This wasn't going to plan. He put his unfinished beer down on the counter top- the taste was starting to remind him of that night. He wandered into the pandemonium of the party again to search for either Wooyoung or Yeosang to let them know he'd just get an Uber home but he froze in his tracks when he entered the living room.

There, on a couch in the corner, sat his best friend with some guy's arm wrapped around her. She was laughing at something he said and jealousy began to simmer up inside of him as he watched them. He was stuck on just turning around and walking out and never coming back or-

The man placed his hand on her thigh, fingers pushing up slightly beneath her skirt.

San lost it.

She said to never come to her again unless he knew what he wanted but it was clear now more than ever that he wanted her and her only.

He pushed past people, on a steadfast path to her, filled with both jealousy and determination.

Her eyes widened when she saw him, "San?"

He glanced at her briefly before staring down at the man gripping her thigh, "Do you mind taking your hands off her?" It might have been posed as one but it was definitely not a question. It was a demand.

"Excuse me?" The guy glared up at San, raising an eyebrow.

"You heard me," San growled.

"San, what are you doing?" She hissed and the man looked like wanted to challenge San but he noticed the strange tension between the girl and San and must have decided it wasn't worth it.

"Fine, whatever, man." He pushed past San with a scowl. San watched him leave with a glare before turning to his best friend.

"Why would you let him touch you like that?"

She glared up at him, a challenge in her gaze, "I can let him touch me however I want, San. I can be touched by and fucked by whoever I want. I don't need anyone's permission, especially not yours."

San's heart hurt a little at that last comment but his brain latched onto the words "fucked by whoever I want." He did not like that imagery at all. Did not like the idea of another man touching her or her screaming anyone's name but his own.

"No."

She stood up and stepped closer to him, poking a finger to his chest, "You don't own me. Not when you don't even know what you want."

He grabbed her hand from his chest and held it, "You. I want you."

"No, you don't." She tried to pull her hand back but he held it firmly,

"Yes, I do. I just have a piss poor way of showing it apparently."

She looked annoyed but stayed quiet, giving him the mercy of at least hearing him out.

"Yunji broke up with me because I'm completely in love with you," He blurted; it was now or never.

Her eyes widened.

He fixed her with what he hoped was a sincere gaze, "Somehow I myself never realised it and once I did and all those feelings came forth…I was confused and scared and didn't know what to do."

Her gaze softened at his honest words, "Sannie…"

"I'm sorry that I did that, that I hurt you."

She shook her head and intertwined her fingers with his, "It's okay."

He shook his head, "No, it's not."

She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, a sparkle in her eyes, "Then make it up to me."

His heart jumped and he instantly held her by the waist and leaned in to kiss her, his lips gentler than that last, rushed, drunken kiss. She was quick to reciprocate, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

She pulled away for a second, "You know…It's kinda hot when you get jealous like that."

"Really?" He caught something in the corner of his eye and his gaze darkened a little, "Well, you're in luck. It's gonna happen again because that asshole is still looking at you."

"Oh, really?" She leaned in and put her lips to his ear, "You think he's still thinking about touching me?"

His grip on her waist tightened and she smirked slightly, "Do you think he was planning on taking me home?"

San's hands moved up to hold her around the ribs, his mouth finding her neck and biting lightly, not even concerned about the fact that they were in public and there was someone watching them. Let them look.

"Do you think he was planning on bending me over and fucking me senseless?" She continued to tease and finally, San snapped, pulling away from her and grabbing her wrist. He tugged her through the crowd and up the stairs near the entryway- those same stairs she'd once fallen down- mind set on that guestroom he knew Yunho had upstairs.

She was more than happy to follow him.

She laughed lightly when he pinned her against the door the second it was closed behind them, "Yunho is going to kill us."

"Don't care." San retorted, burying his face in her neck.

She giggled at his response but her giggles became a gasp as San started pressing kisses to her neck. A hand shot up, fingers weaving through his dark hair as he sucked lightly at the skin.

"Sannie,"

San had never heard her say his name like that before. Never heard her say his name like she needed him, never heard her say his name so breathlessly, never in that tone. His name had never sounded better than it did right now.

He bit her neck lightly, "Say my name again,"

She wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close against her, "Sannie."

San groaned and brought his mouth back to hers in a hot kiss. It was messy; he kissed her like he was trying to devour her, tongue licking into her mouth and teeth nibbling at her lips, but she didn't mind.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling them against his and she gasped as their bodies made contact; he was so hard.

She wrapped a leg around one of his and a hand reached for his ass, grinding him into her. She was suddenly aware of the dampness in her panties and it only grew as San made a little noise and grinded up against her again. Her hand left his ass, sliding up under his shirt to hold him by the small of his back instead. She met his small thrusts with her own, thankful for the friction and the slight relief it brought to the growing tension in her belly.

She leaned her head back against the door as San's mouth found her neck again. She let loose a breathless chuckle, "God, we're behaving like teenagers."

San sucked a mark into her skin, "Would you rather I fuck you right against this door?"

A jolt of electricity passed through her, "Yes, actually."

He'd been partially joking. He had been planning to at least try and get her to the bed but now… Now he wanted more than anything to just be inside of her already. To hear her moan his name.

His dick throbbed at the imagery.

"Fuck, okay."

He took a step back from her and admired her for a brief moment. The top she was wearing that had ridden up over her tummy a little and that skirt. God, he loved that skirt.

"I wish I had more time," He lamented.

She reached impatiently for his belt buckle, "We have all the time in the world. Later. Right now I'd rather have you inside of me as soon as possible."

He helped her undo his belt and pants and she bit her lip, heat pooling in her belly as she finally laid eyes on his hard length.

He reached forward, hands sliding up her thighs and her skirt until his fingers hooked the waistband of her panties.

"Can I?" He questioned, tugging slightly on the fabric. She nodded fervently and he slowly started sliding them down.

She wiggled her hips impatiently, "Choi San, I swear to god. Stop teasing me."

He gave her a devilish grin, "But it's so fun."

"What'll be so fun is me leaving you with blue balls," She said sweetly.

"Fine, jesus." He tugged her panties down and lifted her skirt, "Here, hold this."

"Bossy." She quipped but she did as she was asked and was rewarded by San finally touching her. He ran his fingers over her and groaned, "You're so wet."

"Less talking, more touching."

He raised an eyebrow, "And I'm the bossy one?"

"San, please could you just-"

He kissed her to get her to shut up. He put more pressure on his fingers and dragged them up through her folds, searching until-

She gasped against his lips.

There.

He circled his fingers over that sensitive spot and she whined and pressed herself down against his hand. She pushed her fingers into his hair and tilted her head, kissing him deeper. He slid a finger into her and she whined into his mouth as he started moving it, pressing another one in alongside it after a while. He curled his fingers and she let out a choked sound as he started pushing against her g-spot with every thrust of his fingers. How was he this good at this? Fuck.

His mouth left hers, pressing warm kisses into her jaw, the underside of her jaw, her neck– anywhere he could reach- and all she could do was cling to him, her knees weakening as each thrust of his fingers drove her closer to climax.

"Sannie, please."

She wasn't even sure what she was begging for but San doubled his efforts at her plea and soon enough she was meeting his thrusts with little moans.

"San, I'm-"

He brought his mouth up to the shell of her ear, "Come on, be a good girl and cum for me."

Never in a million years would she have thought she'd finally hear those words, the ones she'd only ever heard in her fantasies, fall from his mouth. She fell over the edge with a cry of his name.

San worked her through her orgasm, holding her up as her body quivered and he kissed her neck as she slowly came down from her high.

Her eyes fluttered open and seeing the look on San's face, the desire in his eyes, had that fire in her reigniting almost instantly.

"Sannie,"

His breath caught in his throat as she reached for him. She wrapped her fingers around his dick with no hesitation and swiped her thumb over the sensitive tip- smearing the precum collecting there over the skin.

"I need you inside me, please," She breathed and he cursed under his breath, replacing her hand with his own and giving himself a few self indulgent strokes. He gripped her hips and urged her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He held her with one strong arm, guiding himself to her entrance with the other hand before using both arms to hold her up and against the door. They both let out shaky sighs of relief once he was finally fully seated inside of her.

She grinded herself down on his dick and he whined, gripping her hips tightly.

"Move, Sannie, please."

He didn't need further instruction.

He started slowly, giving her time to adjust but it wasn't long before she was circling her hips impatiently.

"I'm ready, please just fuck me already," She whined and San smiled briefly to himself. Her bratty behaviour just reminded him that this was his best friend, a person he'd loved for so long and probably will love for even longer.

He obliged, picking up the pace and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, unable to stop pleased sounds from leaving her mouth. This was even better than she could ever have fantasised.

"You feel even better than I imagined," She moaned.

"You've imagined me fucking you?"

"All the time."

"Oh, fuck," San groaned and suddenly he was pounding into her, holding her steady and burying his face in her neck.

The sounds they were making were obscene, downright filthy, but neither of them could bring themselves to care, too focused on the overwhelming pleasure they were experiencing.

"I'm so close," San whined into her neck and she tugged at his hair,

"Me too,"

"Where do you want me?" San asked, his voice strained.

"Inside."

One word and San was cumming harder than he had in a long time, filling her up so nicely that she fell over the edge, screaming his name, soon after him.

San helplessly thrusted into her a few more times, the feeling over her clenching down on him so deliciously driving him crazy but even he was shaky after that orgasm.

He stopped his movements after the last quiver made its way through her body and she slumped in his arms. He pressed a breathless kiss to her temple and carefully pulled out and she was too fuzzy to even wince at the feeling of their mess between her legs.

"I'm gonna let you down, okay?"

She gave a half-hearted whine of complaint as he did so. She was still shaky so he held her against him the minute her knees wobbled when her feet hit the floor.

"I've got you," He murmured, pressing another kiss to her hair as she clung to him.

After a little life crept back into her boneless body she was finally aware of the slick mess between her legs.

"San,"

He nodded, somehow knowing exactly what she wanted. He chalked it up to twenty years of friendship.

He leaned her against the wall, "I'll be back now."

She hummed and leaned back against the wall. She watched him pull his pants up haphazardly and leave the room. She could almost not believe what had just happened. Somebody pinch her.

San returned after a while, tissues in hand.

"Did anyone see? I've just realised we were kind of loud."

"Just Jongho asleep in the tub," San said matter of factly, as if it was normal, as he started carefully wiping her thighs.

"Jongho is asleep in the tub?" She repeated back, fixing his hair as he worked on wiping them both down as best he could.

"Yeah. Mingi double spiked the punch earlier- poor kid got drunk out of his mind."

She snorted, pulling up her panties once he was done with her and straightened her clothes, "Sounds about right."

San hummed in response as he made quick work of cleaning himself up too. She pressed a kiss to his temple as she helped him buckle up again.

"Thank you, by the way," She murmured and he gave her a soft look, brushing her hair from her face, "For?"

"Well, for this firstly," She cupped his face, "But also for coming to your senses I guess."

He kissed her gently, "I'm sorry it took so long."

She shook her head and pulled him close, "It's alright. I'm just glad it happened. Being secretly in love with your best friend for years is torture and I'm just happy it's over now."

He pulled her in for a hug and she buried her face in his neck. He cupped the back of her head and leaned his head against hers, "You're mine now, right? You're not leaving?"

She nodded and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, "Yours."

He grinned and pulled her face from his neck and gave her another kiss. And another. And another, until she was giggling and melting in his arms.

He gave her one last kiss, "We should go before someone realises we're missing."

***

They re-entered the living room and the first person they saw just so happened to be the man from earlier. His eyes snapped to them and San wrapped his arm around her waist when he noticed. He didn't need to worry for long; the man eyed the way he was holding her, then saw the hickies on her neck. He scowled before shoving straight past them and San laughed as he heard the front door slam.

"Sore loser."

That man wasn't the only who noticed them though. Mingi seemed to have some sort of sixth sense because his eyes found them easily, almost as soon as they entered the room. His eyes clocked San's possessive hold of her and then the marks on her neck and his gaze darkened. San's eyes widened as he saw the six foot man suddenly move in their direction.

Yunho, who had been standing next to Mingi, looked up from where he was frowning and staring into the cup of mystery liquid Mingi had handed him a minute ago when he felt the man leave his side. Yunho's eyes widened just as San's had when he saw Mingi striding in their direction. He lurched forward to grab Mingi's arm, his drink sloshing out over his other hand at the movement. He grimaced.

"Min, what are you doing?" He held Mingi's arm firmly and Mingi pointed to San and Y/n.

"Look!"

Yunho glanced over to where he was pointing, to San and Y/n, suddenly seeming right as rain. He frowned.

Despite the intimidating look on Mingi's face, San approached him, Y/n in tow.

"Hey, Mingi," San greeted with what he hoped came off as a reassuring smile. Reassuring him that everything was okay.

Mingi ignored him, looking over at the woman beside him instead, his gaze softening into concern, "Are you alright?"

She smiled and nodded, wrapping an arm around San's waist. Mingi's eyes followed the movement. He wasn't glaring anymore, just curious and wanting answers now that he saw she was fine.

"I'm good, Min. We're both good." She assured him.

Yunho stepped forward, throwing an arm around Mingi's broad shoulders and gave them a smile, "Did you guys make up?"

"I'd say they did more than make up," Mingi grumbled and Yunho chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately.

Yunho's chuckle suddenly faded and he squinted at their dishevelled appearances before he fixed them with a narrow-eyed glare.

"Did you just fuck in my house?"

San averted his gaze.

"Choi San! Please tell me it wasn't in my room," Yunho whined.

"It was your guest room and it wasn't on the bed," Y/n offered and Yunho groaned.

"As if that makes it any better- I am going to kill the both of you!"

For a second he really did look like he would and Mingi's eyes widened.

He hooked an arm around one of Yunho's. Yunho leaned against him, "Mingi, I think I'm headed toward an early grave."

Mingi rolled his eyes, "Drama queen. And you're not dying until you've tried that drink."

Yunho eyed the cup in his hand wearily, "I'm okay."

"Come on, I thought you loved me."

"Love has nothing to do with this."

San and Y/n watched their banter with amused grins before looking at each other. San nodded his head in the direction of the door. She nodded and grabbed his hand and they made their escape.

"Wait, what about Woo and Yeo, I said I'd-" San realised as she pulled the front door open.

"Fuck 'em. I said we had all the time in the world later. It's later."

That was all encouragement San needed before he was booking it to her car, towing a laughing Y/n behind him.