#YES THANK YOU SPEAKER I TURNED ON BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP SO I COULD PLAY SOME RELAXING RAIN NOISE

[feralfication]

Any device that you turn on and the first thing that happens is a booming voice plays to inform you about like, bluetooth or something? Just put them directly in the trash. They've already failed just, chuck em. Burn em.

[vhswolf]

Winners deserve prizes | Landoscar x Reader

English is not my first language, don't judge me too hard :)

I got carried away... Enjoy

Warnings: SMUT, threesome, mmf, switch!Oscar, dom!Lando, sub!Reader, unprotected sex, i think that's all

All started on the floor of Oscar's driver room. The boys were trying to skip some video making for the McLaren socials, playing never ever I ever, drinking capri sun, in the dark while someone's laptop played a "24 hours white scream" video on YouTube just so we could see each other. We all drank after Lando said something dumb that even he had done it. It was my time again.

"Never ever I ever... Kissed a boy." I drank, but it was a good thing to know, after all. Lando drank, but Oscar didn't.

"You did?" Oscar asked confused looking at Lando.

"Yeah... I don't look like the type?"

"You do." I said, making Lando chuckle.

"I don't think there's a type." Osc said, and he was right, but I couldn't lose the chance to pick on him about it.

"You don't look like the type." I said to Oscar, and Lando nodded.

"You would never."

"It's not that I wouldn't, it's just that I never had an opportunity." Oscar said and shrug.

"If I gave you the opportunity, would you?" Lando said, making Oscar blush instantly.

"I..."

"You broke, Osc." I chuckled looking at Oscar.

"Sorry, not my intention, I'm just curious." Lando took a sip from his Capri sun.

"Yes." Oscar said, almost whispering.

That was the first time Oscar and Lando Kissed. After that was definitely more interesting to go out with them, Lando liked to flirt just to see Oscar's cheeks turning bright red and I love to watch them bickering like an old couple. I definitely was not getting in the middle of it, I was just, as Conan Gray would say: People Watching, but one day things started to change.

I was on the after constructors win in Abu Dhabi, it was an understatement that everyone was way too happy and ready to party. We got to the hotel to get ready before going out like we always did, I was sleeping in Lando's room like I always did, so my things were there, when we go in the room Lan threw his things on the bed before going to his lugged.

"Should I wear something fancy?" I said, also going to my lugged. Lando looked at me for a second before speaking.

"I mean, what is your idea of fancy?" I got the two dresses I brought, thinking only about the party after the McLaren win.

"We got, little black dress, and we got a slightly longer red dress. I think the red is more fancy, tho."

"I prefer the black one."

"Should we get Osc to see the winner?" Lando nodded.

"I'm sure he's with me, but if makes you feel better, sure." He got his clothes and threw them in the bed along with his other stuff. As he changed, laid on my bed face down to reach my phone that was charging, and called Osc.

"Hey, pretty." Osc answered, putting his phone somewhere.

"Hey, handsome. I have a fashion problem, can you come here?"

"Lando didn't help?"

"He did, but I want to double-check." Lando laid on top of me, picking up my phone and putting on speaker.

"She doesn't trust my fashion decisions, Osc!"

"I don't blame her, I'll be there in a bit, I just need to put my clothes on."

"I'm really stylish, you guys don't understand the vision."

"Thank you, Osc, love you!"

"Love you too, baby." He finished the call, and I looked at Lando, and he looked at me.

"Hi." Lan said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Can you please get up."

"Why? You don't like to be close to your bestie?" He asked, letting his body fall even closer to mine.

"I love being next to you, you know that, but we kinda need to get ready, and you didn't even have a shirt on." Lan was so close that everything I could breathe in was his perfume, and I wasn't mad about it.

"It's not like we have a time to be there, come on, girl, live a little." He said, putting his chin on my shoulder.

"Are you OK?"

"Why?"

"You're too clingy today."

"I'm not... maybe a little bit." I chucked.

"Lan, please." He stopped for a second and then looked at me.

"Please? You never said please to me, you normally just punch your way out."

"I'm just being nice, I can punch you if you want." As I said that, the door opened, and Osc came in the room. He looked at us and chucked.

"Should I come back later?"

"No, stay and help me to get this man off me." I said, and Osc came closer.

"It looks very comfy."

"It is."

"I can't with two v one right now." I said giving up and laying fully on the bed. Oscar ran his finger through my hair, moving it out of my face.

"Come on, we won the constructors ship, you should be nice with us today."

"I'm always nice." I closed my eyes in a dramatic manner and I felt Lan lower himself a bit more to leave a kiss on my cheek, but I didn't move, continuing my drama.

"We know, but today is especial." Osc said as Lando distributed more kisses on my face, but he didn't stop there, he made his way down my neck, making me have goosebumps.

"Lan, stop that." I whined, I didn't really want him to stop, but I didn't know if this was where he wanted to go, and Osc is just in front of us.

"Don't whine like that." He got off me, rolling to lay by my side. Osc chucked looking at Lan.

"You broke Lando." I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was laying just like me, clearly trying to hide his little Lando. I laughed.

"Lan...?"

"What?" He said, hiding his face on the mattress.

"Do you like when I whine?" I teased him.

"Come on, don't tease me if you aren't going to sit on my face." Osc laughed and looked at me.

"Are you going to let the poor boy go to a party like this?" Since when Oscar stopped being the shy boy he always was?

"Are you drunk, Piastri?"

"I had one beer, I'm not drunk, I'm just saying, you could help."

"And you would sit back and look?" I smiled imagining the scene.

"Not a bad idea." He smiled too, looking me in the eyes.

"Not helping!" Lando almost screamed in frustration.

"You like the idea, Lan?"

"Just kill me at this point."

"Answer the question, mate." Oscar said in an almost too demanding way, so much so that Lando looked at him with his eyebrows arched, surprised with the bold move.

"Don't talk like that to me." Lando's voice sounded dark, lower than normal, and he wasn't demanding, he was ordering, the "don't do this to me" Lando was out of the window in a second.

"Like what?" Osc said pretending to not understand.

"Oh, like what?" He got up the bed and pulled Osc to stand up, he grabbed Oscar's face with one of his hands. "Like you fucking can tell me what to do, you can't." I sat on the bed to see the scene better.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that." The smile on his face was obvious he meant it, but Lan knew that all too well.

"You two are going to be the death of me." He shook his head and let go of Oscar's face, his white skin was now red from Lando's grip. "And to answer the question..." He looked at Oscar. "Sit back and look, do not cut for me, Osc." I crawled to them and kneeled on the bed by their side.

"So... we are doing this, or you got me wet for nothing?" I asked, making both of them look at me.

"Are you sure?" Lando asked, and I nodded, he looked at Oscar.

"I'm in." Osc answered before being asked anything.

"OK then." He signed to me with his head, and Oscar knew what to do. Oscar's hands went to my waist quickly, pulling me closer to him, he kissed me like he wanted this for a long time. My hands wandered to his neck, scratching it a bit, which made him moan against my lips.

"If I knew you two would like the idea so much, I would've suggested it before." Lando pulled me back by my hair just to kiss me too, his kiss definitely more violent than Oscar's.

"I thought our pretty girl would think it was too much, but I have never been so wrong." Osc said, and I looked at him when Lan moved away from me.

"I would never say no to my two best friends."

"Let's stop yapping? We have a party to attend to." He said, pulling Osc to a kiss. I reached to his belt to unbuckle it, and open his jeans.

"I'll stop yapping if you fuck my mouth." I said.

"I like the idea." He said against Osc lips, before turning to help me take off his jeans.

"If I knew we were doing this, I would've come here before changing." Osc whined.

"Just take it off and stop complaining." Lando said and Oscar did exactly what he said, as Lan gathered my hair in a ponytail, bringing my lips to his dick. "Fuck." He moaned, breathing a little heavier. I felt Oscar's hands on roaming my body, as Lan fucked my mouth.

"I've dreamed with this moment." He opened the zip off my dress, letting it fell on the bed, what left me only in my panties. "I hope you don't care about this." He said before ripping it out of me.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Lando said, drying some of the tears on my face as he pushed himself deeper in my throat. Oscar's hand went to my ass, and he squeezed it, he lowered his face left a couple kisses on my back. His mouth got lower till I could feel his tongue on my clit, I moan against Lando, that did the same in response to it. 0sc is good with his mouth, it felt so good that I was feeling my arms fail me.

"Stay up, pretty." Oscar said holding me and pressed his dick on me. I pulled my head away from Lan.

"Please, fuck me! Pretty, please."

"I can't say no to this." He pressed his tip in my pussy, entering me painfully slowly.

"Please, Osc." I whined as he began to move slowly.

"I fucking love when you whine." Lando said pulling my hair making me look up. "Oh god, you look good as fuck like this." He looked at Oscar and smiled. "You both look good as hell." I got back to suck Lan, listening to his moans.

"You should see you, mate." Osc said, making Lan chuckle as he tries to keep his breathing steady.

"I think we're past the mate stage, Osc."

"I won't call you baby." Osc said, and Lan pulled him to make out over me.

"You can do better." Lan whispered.

"Fuck." Oscar's voice sound weak, his hand reached to my clit, making moan even more.

"Come on..." Lan moaned in a lower voice. "I'm going to cum." He tried to pull away, but I pushed my face against him. "You want me to cum in your mouth?" I nodded slightly. "You two well really be the death of me." He pushed himself to the back of my throat and I could fell his seeds going down my throat, he pulled back letting me breath.

"Lan..." I whined with my eyes closed, Osc pulled against his chest and kissed me, felling Lando's taste on it. Right after I came on Oscar's dick. "Osc, oh god!" He held me up not letting me fall to the bed.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He whispered against my neck.

"Inside."

"Are you sure?" I nodded weakly.

"Use your words, pretty."

"Yes, I'm sure, please."

"That's better." He said and finally let himself cum inside of me. Lando came closer to us and kissed both of us, and I hugged his neck not letting him go away.

"Are you OK, baby?" Lando asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, better than never."

"And you Osc?"

"Perfecly fine, you?" Lando smiled and nodded.

"I'm fine." He stopped for a second, looking at both of us like he didn't want to forget our faces right now. "If I say that I love both of you, that will be weird?"

"If it is, we're two weirdos." Osc said playing with Lando's curls.

"I would said three weirdos." Lando smiled.

"We have a party to go, after that we can talk a bit better." Oscar nodded.

"But first we all need a shower." I nodded.

"That will be nice." We got of the bed, Osc never let go of me. We got into the bathroom, that looked crowded right now.

"Lan, can you?" Osc pointed to the shower with his head. Lando opened the shower and looked at Osc.

"Lan?"

"You said we're over the mate stage."

[lupinsweater]

part one

Teacher!James Potter x Single Mom!Reader 💌 1.3k words

thank you to @moonpascal and @amiableness for beta reading for me!

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Things did not go the way you had imagined the next time you saw James.

You had already been running on empty for weeks before school started, but your newfound busier schedule added to your inability to sleep at night. Every morning, you woke up with a dull ache behind your eyes and a stuffy nose that usually cleared up by noon.

Between helping Charlie with his homework and trying to meet your deadlines at work, there was hardly any time to rest. You hoped that things would clear up on their own if you stayed hydrated, but you could only stave off your incoming illness for so long before you hit a breaking point.

The morning that you finally decided you were too sick to go into work came about a week after Charlie had started school.

You’d spent the last week thinking about your interaction at parent-teacher night. Every day, Charlie came home excitedly sharing stories from class, and it was clear he had a special fondness for James, which only made it more difficult for you to stop thinking about him. You had spent the previous night tossing and turning, unable to stop coughing for long enough to fall asleep. Eventually, you gave up on trying to get any sleep and turned on the television until the morning rolled around. When it came, you phoned your boss and called in sick, trying your best to sound professional despite the exhaustion in your voice. Just as you were finishing your call, Charlie wandered into your room, dressed for school and eating handfuls of cereal from the box.

“Yes, I think it’s just influenza,” you said, clearing your throat in an attempt to hold back a cough. “Okay, that sounds great. Thank you again. See you next week.” Relief washed over you when you hung up the phone, but it only lasted a moment.

“Mummy?” Charlie asked, brushing his hands off on his jeans and setting the box of cereal down on your bedroom floor, approaching your bed. “Mrs. Wood isn’t here yet. Am I going to be late for school?”

You blinked blearily at him before registering what he was saying, and you reached for your phone to check the time. When you turned your phone back on, a reminder popped up on the top of the screen - TAKE CHARLIE TO SCHOOL. Instantly, you were wide awake.

You had completely forgotten that your neighbor who usually took Charlie to school for you- a sweet older lady named Mrs. Wood- had an appointment with her doctor that morning. She had given you a heads up weeks ago. You scrambled out of bed, pulling on a pair of slippers and grabbing Charlie in your arms, hastily carrying him down the stairs and out the door.

You helped Charlie buckle his seatbelt and situate his booster seat before hurrying over to start the car. An old Britney Spears album played over the speakers, and you went to flip it off, but Charlie’s protests stopped you. Reluctantly, you left it on for the drive, lowering the volume only as you approached the drop-off spot.

As you approached the curb, you could see James standing outside, greeting the students and chatting with parents. You groaned, running a hand down your face with embarrassment. Charlie reached down and fumbled with his seatbelt before it unclasped, and he wrenched the car door open excitedly, his little fingers fumbling with his backpack as he rushed to put it on.

“Mr. James!” Charlie exclaimed, running over to him. James’ face lit up as he saw Charlie approaching, and he dropped to a squat so he was eye level with Charlie. He offered his fist out for a fist bump, and Charlie returned the gesture. James pretended to stumble backwards, his eyes wide. Charlie giggled as James made a show of pretending to rebalance himself.

“Careful there, buddy! You’re stronger than you think!” James exclaimed, ruffling Charlie’s hair with a smile as he stood up. Charlie beamed at him before saying excitedly, “Mr. James! Mummy brought me to school today because she’s sick, and Mrs. Wood had a doctor’s appointment.” James’ gaze snapped up towards your car, and you smiled sheepishly at him as he approached. Charlie followed a few steps behind, watching James curiously.

“Fancy seeing you here,” James said as you rolled down the window. He closed the door that Charlie left open casually, giving you that lopsided smile. You couldn’t tell if your face was flushed, or if it was just a fever. “A little bird tells me that you’re sick.”

“She has in-flu-en-za,” Charlie said carefully, pronouncing the word slowly. James looked down at Charlie, biting back a smile as he said, “Ah, I see. That’s a shame.” He caught your eye, and you fought to hide your own smile.

“It’s not too bad,” you said, grimacing slightly as you looked down at your worn Snoopy pajamas and raggedy slippers. “I’m planning on sleeping as much of it off as I can while Charlie’s at school, and then downing a few cups of coffee so I can make dinner.” James frowned slightly, but didn’t say anything. He studied you for a moment, his eyes trailing over you.

“You like Peanuts?” James said with a small smile. You stared at him blankly, your brain trying to process his question. His smile grew as he watched you struggle with the question. “You know, like Snoopy?” He tilted his head downwards, and you glanced down at your pajamas again. You were definitely blushing now.

“Oh! Yes. I love Peanuts,” you stuttered, trying your best to avoid James’ gaze, but getting more flustered as you noticed his patient, almost endeared smile. Charlie piped up again, “Mummy loves Snoopy! She has a Snoopy plushie she sleeps with every night.”

“Charlie!” You hissed, shooting him a warning look. James laughed, the sound warm and smooth, while Charlie just beamed at you, clearly pleased to have made James laugh.

“No, no, it’s okay,” James said with a chuckle. “I think it’s cute, actually.” He caught your eye again, and his smile softened. You swallowed nervously, which triggered a coughing fit. You doubled over, coughing into your elbow for a moment before straightening up, your eyes watering slightly. James looked at you sympathetically.

“Well, I won’t keep you,” James said when you finally stopped coughing. “You go get some rest. Charlie and I are going to have a great day of school, aren’t we?” James looked down at your son, and he nodded fervently in response.

“Yes! I want to go to class. I love you, Mummy!” Charlie said, placing a kiss on the palm of his hand and reaching his hand up to the window. You grabbed his hand with a smile, squeezing his small palm in yours.

“I love you too, Charlie. Be good today,” you replied. You snuck a glace up at James, who was watching the two of you with a soft, almost fond, smile. Charlie ran over to James again, and he guided him gently into the building, giving you a small wave as the two of them went inside.

That afternoon, Charlie came home with a small gift basket that contained a box of tea, a few cans of soup, and an envelope with your name scrawled across the front in slanted letters. There was a takeaway gift card stuffed at the front, and as you pulled it out you noticed the note behind it. It appeared to have been written on a small school notepad, and there were alphabet blocks that bordered the sheet of paper. On it, a few simple words were inscribed with the same handwriting.

“So you don’t have to cook tonight. -James.”

He had drawn a small cartoon of Snoopy next to his name.

[beebee18]

My life?

Chan x Reader

(Inspired by @cheeseceli )

Super self indulgent (had a dream about it)

Reader speaks English and Hindi. (She's me)

Genre; Major fluff, curious Chan, whipped Chan.

Summary; When Chan feels like he could indulge in nicknames but not Korean or English, something else...

Would LOVE some feedback, it's my first piece to ever be posted on here. Thank you for reading 🎀

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He loved listening to you speak Hindi/Urdu. He thought it sounded sweet from you. True you did speak Hindi softer than English, you just thought that the language is 'softness' personified.

So when you were on your phone with you mom, he sat down beside you smiling to greet you. You smiled back and kept speaking into the phone now thinking to cut the conversation short as Chan was finally home, at 2am mind you.

"Accha maa abhi rakhti hoon, raat ke 2 baj rahe hai idhar." You say into the phone

(Okay mom I'll hang up now, it's 2 at night here.)

"Haa beta, so jaana and tell Chan I said 'Hi'." She says.

(Okay baby, go to sleep...)

"Haa bol doongi, love you." You says lastly, your finger hovering over the screen to end the call.

(Yes, I'll tell him...)

"Love you mere jigar ka tukda." With a kiss into the speaker she hangs up as you turn to face Chan.

He looked at you with awe and a little preplexed.

"Bed?" You asked getting up and stretching, looking at him for response.

"Bed." He nods taking your hand and leading you to cuddle you to death. (probably)

Next morning was something else...

"I want to call you something in Hindi, like a nickname. " He says from the dining table chair, as you prepare breakfast.

"Is there a special reason?" You ask plating the French toast now.

"No reason, I just want to." He says pulling you into him, smushing his face into your chest. You giggled at him.

"Okay" You replied, moving back to sit down next to him.

(Later)

"What about 'love'?"

"Pyaar."

"Princess?"

"Rajkumari."

"Angel?"

"Pari."

"I don't love any of them." Chan whined, looking up at you from his head placed on your lap. Doe eyes on complete display with utter annoyance glazed over them.

"You don't have to use them Channie, just call me 'baby' or something. I really don't mind." You assure him, not wanting to make him feel worse.

"But you call me 'jagi' sometimes and it makes me feel all tingly. I wanna do the same." He says, a little sad.

"Oh, what did your mom call you last night? Right before she hung up." He says sitting up straight and turning to you.

"Jigar ka tukda?" He nods violently at your words.

"Chan that means 'piece of my liver', it's not very endearing when it's translated but it's the sweetest thing in Hindi. Also, that's more of a parent-child nickname." You say as his expression turned from excited to grossed out to sad, again.

"Do you think we'll find something cute in animals?" He asks clearly determined to find a suitable name to call you.

"Maybe, I don't know." You shrugged.

"Bunny?"

"Khargosh...nope."

"Agreed, pup?"

"I'd rather you don't call me that at all."

"I was just teasing. Butterfly?"

"Titli."

"Why does it sound weird?" He asks as his face scrunches up.

"You're just saying that cause all you hear when I say it is 'Tit'." You giggle pinching his cheek.

"I do." He laughs, a light blush covering his neck.

"Let's pause this topic here, I'm hungry." You say to him pouting.

"Let's go out, I know this dude, that is an a-mazing chef." He gets up from the sofa pulling you up with his hand in yours and walking towards the door.

A few minutes later you were inside the cuties dorm.

"So by 'going out' you meant the dorms?"

"I meant, anywhere but home."

"And by 'a-mazing chef' you meant Minho?"

"Yep." He pops the 'p' at the end, kisses your temple before informing you that he's gonna go annoy Felix in his room.

You sit down beside Seungmin and Jeongin on the sofa as they play Mario Kart, very focused.

They greet with smiles and nods and hums.

You don't say much either as they seemed engrossed and you didn't wanna see them whine about loosing because of you later at lunch.

"Lunch is served." Says Minho standing in the middle of the dorm in an cartoonish voice.

Everybody settled on the dining table, Minho began to describe the meal he had prepared as the maknaes looked impatient to dig in.

Jeongin taking a bite as soon as Minho finished so everyone could start eating, earning an eye roll from Minho making Chan laugh a little.

"Jaan, could you pass the salt."

You pass the salt to him before fully processing what he said and freezed...

"What....did you call me?" You look at him, a little shocked but also curious.

"Jaan, do you like it?" He asks, looking at his plate, a little shy now as the boys were looking at you both in interest.

"Do I like it?? Channie that's like the best nickname anyone could ever use!!" You smile the widest with a blushing face and kiss his cheek while hugging his side, almost falling down.

He hugs you back of course (saving you from face-planting) laughing to himself.

A gagging sound from Seungmin brought you back to reality, as you looked around you saw a smirk from Felix.

"Did you use Google?" The first thing you asked as soon as you were out of the cuties dorm as your curiosity got the best of you.

"I didn't, jaan." Be says glancing at you with a proud smile before looking back to the road.

Everytime he used it, it felt unreal.

Did he even know the meaning. Of course he did. He wouldn't use such a word all the time without knowing the meaning right?

"Do you know what it means?" You ask, wondering how he found out about it if not for Google.

"Yeah, means you're my life." He answers grinning wide, glancing at you again to gauge your expression. You looked just about ready to be a ripe tomato wanting to melt away.

"How do you know it?" You couldn't just leave it, he could've seen it on the internet somewhere, Hindi wasn't exactly an unpopular language.

"Okay fine, I called your mom and she said she didn't have any but your dad always uses the word for her, so I asked her for the meaning." He says parking the car and coming around to open your door for you.

"So now you're besties with maa?" You snicker at him and walk towards your apartment door.

He's right behind you, his hands on your waist walking into the flat with you and kicking the door closed behind him.

"Can't blame me jaan, you're besties with my entire family." He says kissing your cheek and plopping down on the sofa, patting the space next to him.

"Hayee meri jaan, mera to dil aa gaya." You say kissing him and snuggling in his chest.

(My life, you've got my heart)

"I'm too tired to look for the meaning today. Let's sleep." He says kissing the top of your head and leading you to the bedroom.

"Old man needs his sleep." Seungmin's jokes rubbing off on you was not something Chan was pleased about as he mumbled a 'sure old woman' before pulling you into bed, into his chest to waft away into dreamland.

"Jaan, meri jaan." A soft whisper left his lips before kissing your temple and falling into a deep sleep.

[gyusimp]

°•𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄•° (𝑀𝑟𝑠. 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎'𝑠 𝑇𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 2)

Read Part 1 here!

🛐 WARNINGS: NSFW | Explicit content | Toxic content | Toxic relationship | Handling | Bad words | MINORS DNI! | Modern AU | Read at your own risk. If u don't like, pls no hate and just leave. I based a bit on the Jinx manhwa to write this 👀 No attempt is made to romanticize or normalize toxic relationships, this is just fiction.

Thank u girl for ur permission 🤧 u r the best! @mrsshabana

Here you were, on your way to the Shabana's house again. You received a text message from an unknown number that turned out to be Gyutaro who spent the whole week insisting that he wanted to see you now that you were already his "girlfriend" at first you refused but thinking of all the negative things as a result of this decision, you resigned yourself to playing along, at least you had already achieved the first thing on your list, which was to make the cheerleading squad.

You rang the bell as soon as you arrived and a few seconds later, Gyutaro appeared on the other side of the door drawing a smile on his face when he saw you in front of him so he let you in. You walked behind him looking for Ume with your eyes and when you didn't see her you knew that the situation from the last time you were here was going to repeat itself.

"Hey wait, this wasn't what we agreed on!" You said, after seeing that Gyutaro's intentions were to take you to his room. "You said that I should only agree to be your girlfriend, that's all!"

"And then what do you think girlfriends are for? To hold their hands and write them romantic letters, nothing more?" He replied, with his typical shit-eating smile and a mocking voice. "You know what I really want, girl, and you agreed despite that. Now go ahead and do your girlfriend duties."

You looked at him seriously and angry, you promised yourself not to allow this guy to use you again. You had a hard time accepting the way your virginity was taken, many tears before going to sleep and you didn't want to go through that again. Never more.

"Of course not, fuck you." You told him. You settled your bag on your shoulder and were about to leave. You guessed that this time Gyutaro didn't care because he just took his cell phone out of the pocket of his ripped jeans and touched something on the screen. You were walking down the stairs back to the front door when you heard Ume's voice on speaker starting a call.

"Brother, hi what's up?"

"Hi Ume, you see...I'm here with y/n at home and a question just came up, is she already part of the cheerleading squad?" You turned around to look at him, you damn manipulator.

"Yes, she can join us at the next practice."

"Oh, well...the truth is, she's not sure if she'll be able to take part or not. She says she has other things to do and-

"Don't do it!" You told Gyutaro, both of you were silent making Ume feel confused.

"Gyu, are you still there?"

He smirked as if he enjoyed your suffering and looked you up and down in the dirtiest way he's ever done.

"What am I going to do with you?" He whispered. "Ume, Forget everything I told you, y/n arranged her schedule so there's no problem."

"Sure? Well, if another change comes up you know you can tell me."

"Ok sis, see ya." He said and hung up the call, putting his phone back away.

You had no other choice and besides, you realized that no matter what things you get nothing was guaranteed and Gyutaro could take it from you whenever he wanted if you contradicted him. You sighed heavily and entered his room again, letting him close the door behind you. You were standing in the middle of the room, looking anywhere, not knowing what to say or do. Gyutaro walked around you watching you carefully, he took your arm and pressed his knee behind yours to make you fall to the ground and kneel, he took a part of your hair and pulled it closer to him. You closed your eyes scared of what could happen so when you felt a pressure against your cheek you decided to open your eyes, realizing that your face was in his crotch.

"I've barely thought about how we're going to have fun today and look how hard you already gave me put!" He laughed.

Gyutaro didn't let go of you until he started to unfasten his belt and his pants, the sound of the buckle and the zipper opening made your hands sweat and your heartbeat quicken, filling your body with fear and insecurity. His hands parted his clothing and he went to the top of his boxers to pull them down, releasing his erect length into your face. Seeing it made you shake as it was too obvious what would happen next. He pulled your hair again with less force than a while ago, so that you would look into his eyes.

"Suck it." It wasn't a question, it was an order.

"W-wait, what!?"

"Make it quick, I have other things on my mind." You froze, you had never done this before in your life so that filled you with terror, you felt disgusted at the short distance between his wet tip and your face without knowing what to do.

"Hurry up!" Gyutaro ordered.

You sighed. You slowly approached him, maybe if you closed your eyes it wouldn't be so bad? Your mouth parted and you began to give short and small kisses on his tip until you felt your lips get wet with his pre-cum, that made you want to vomit immediately so you moved away with teary eyes covering your mouth with one hand before the gagging began.

"I can't believe you're so fucking inexperienced. You're pathetic." He said, annoyed.

It wasn't like Gyutaro was the most experienced guy in the world either, actually, his first time ever sleeping with someone was with you but unlike you, a bunch of porn videos had given him enough information almost as much as if he had already had sex many times before.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, as if you were going to the dentist." he scoffed.

You weren't sure, but you also didn't want to make him angrier or he would probably be rude. You did what he said and you opened your mouth sticking out your tongue, not too much so he would go little by little or that was what you thought. From one second to the next, Gyutaro grabbed your head pulling your hair again and skewered himself into your mouth with a single firm blow reaching your throat. Now it was inevitable that the gagging appeared.

"If you throw up or if I feel your teeth, you're dead."

You didn't have to do much since Gyutaro was doing most of the work, he was holding your head and moving his hips against your face with force. You were trying to gasp for breath, trying not to cry or your sobs would choke you; you just clung to his thick thighs with both hands trying not to fall. When you heard Gyutaro start to moan and your tongue get wetter, everything had gone to hell.

A strange taste invaded your mouth, Gyutaro did not stop and it seemed that he even tried to go deeper, if you stopped him with your teeth and disobeyed his warning, who knows what he would be capable of doing so you preferred not to find out. Instead, you pressed your lips around him and thus slowed his movements, you did so with each of his thrusts so that was clearly pleasing to him.

"It seems you're starting to enjoy it, right? Little bitch..."

You closed and opened your eyes blinking heavily, you could barely swallow because you didn't want to feel his taste and breathing was already getting difficult between so many tears and his cock bursting into your mouth, your nose was not enough to breathe. Your hair was messy and sticking to your tear-drenched cheeks; You didn't even know how much time had passed, your throat was burning until after all this time Gyutaro pulled your hair hard and came completely out of you before cumming into your mouth, still a few drops splashed on your cheeks and the rest did on your chest and ground.

Finally you were able to breathe without any obstruction, you supported your two hands on the ground and tried to regulate your breathing. You were tired, your jaw felt tense and your throat hurt, you tried to breathe through your mouth to not swallow his taste, your half-open mouth avoiding doing so began to salivate accumulating saliva on the edges of your mouth until you began to drool. You felt so dirty.

You closed your eyes again when you felt that Gyutaro took you by the chin regardless of getting wet with your saliva so that you could see him directly in the eyes again.

"Yeah...that's how I like to see you. Good girl." Was it a congratulations or another mockery?

You didn't even want to speak, Gyutaro held out his hand in front of you and you honestly didn't know what to do but you put your palm on top of his, he took your hand and helped you stand up. You didn't expect it but it helped, your legs were tingling and feeling weak from the position you had been in all this time. Gyutaro took you and let your chin and face rest on his shoulder, it wasn't a hug, he just wrapped his muscled arms around your waist and helped steady you as the nausea slowly subsided.

Gyutaro's hands slid gently over your body, caressing your arms, your back and your waist until reaching your butt where he lifted your skirt and began to touch your ass. He massaged your butt and then brought his fingers under your panties to touch you only to his surprise that you were wet.

"Don't go to sleep...remember I had many things on my mind?" He said, sinking his fingers into your wet folds. Gyutaro walked until he made you fall on the mattress, crawled on top of you in the middle of your spread legs and gave you a wicked smile as he lifted your skirt. "You already tasted me, it's only fair that I do it now, isn't it?"

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You were sitting on Gyutaro's bed, you were thinking about a lot of things right now but mostly about him. You were upset with him. He told you that he was going to a party tonight with some guys from the university who he doesn't consider his friends but are still a bit close to each other, there was no problem for you until he told you that you should accompany him; parties and stuff weren't your thing and especially when it was too late and involved alcohol and stuff; besides, you didn't want to get in trouble with people from the university.

That had already happened to you once, when you and Gyutaro were starting your relationship, actually, it was that night when you...

But this time you wouldn't let him tell you what to do, it was too late and you were already tired so don't You said nothing to him and you left there to go back to your apartment but when you were about to enter you realized that the keys were not in your bag because Gyutaro had taken them again, forcing you to go to his apartment tonight.

You had nothing else to do when you went to his apartment, so you just changed your clothes to feel more comfortable and stayed in his bed.

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The door to the room was almost flung open and Gyutaro walked in behind it, with that frown you were used to. You knew he was angry but that didn't scare you like it did a couple of years ago when you met him.

"Throwing your damn tantrums again, aren't you?" he asked, taking off his jacket and looking into your eyes.

"You know I don't like that kind of thing." You answered him, seriously.

Gyutaro walked towards you hurriedly and irritably, when he was close enough to you he grabbed your cheeks with one hand to squeeze them and make you look into his eyes abruptly.

"And who said you could leave? You're mine, and that means you have to be where I am, always." His breath smelled of tobacco, he had been smoking, and a faint scent of alcohol also left his lips. He had been drinking but not enough to get drunk.

"Stop being so selfish! I've told you a thousand times that I hate going to that shit and yet you keep making me go!"

You let go of Gyutaro's grip, the force and how he grabbed you made you irritated and that triggered his bad mood too so he took your hands and you two began to struggle.

"Don't raise your voice to me, you little bitch, you should be thankful that I at least thought about you…" He said, holding your wrists in his hands to control you.

"Don't touch me! Give me my keys, I'm out of here!"

"Dammit! STOP MOVING!" He yelled at you. "I go to the fucking trouble of involving you in my shit so you don't whine that I don't care but you still decide to act like a bitch and walk away!? DON'T BUG ME!"

"DON'T YELL AT ME! In the first place, I never asked you to go to that fucking party, let alone with all those idiots! You spent the whole night with those bastards and you left me alone at a table like a fool!"

"FINE! Forget dating me then! Eat shit by yourself if that's what you want! But don't you dare even claim me!"

"Don't make me look like the villain! You're doing this on purpose right? You think I haven't noticed that you're always looking for a way to piss me off!? FUCKING MY DAMN EXISTENCE!? I'M SICK! SICK OF YOUR-"

No you were able to finish speaking, Gyutaro continued to struggle with you until your wall collided with the nearest wall causing you to get a little scared, thinking you were going to fall. He took advantage of your imbalance to rudely stamp his lips against yours. He took your face and pushed away your fool attempts to push him away with his hands, holding you in his strong arms. It wasn't a soft or tender kiss, it was rough and intrusive, he even dared to bite your lips to make you moan and open your mouth to introduce his tongue. You were upset with him but the pressure between your legs overcame you, again, making you give up and wrap your arms around his neck to continue the kiss and make it more passionate.

It was always like this, you two argued very often and most of the time all these fights ended up in bed, was it some kind of reconciliation to the point perhaps? No idea, but no matter how angry you were with him you always ended up at his feet. Gyutaro began to put his hands under your shirt to remove it completely as he walked to the bed and push you onto the mattress to get on top of you and continue undressing while he himself got rid of his clothes as well.

"See how cute you are when you shut up and stop being a annoying bitch?" He said, teasing you and groping you to embarrass you in front of him. "You're much better like this... take care of closing your mouth and opening your legs."

Gyutaro flipped you over on the bed to give you a hard spanking before roughly pulling your panties down and throwing them somewhere in the room, he positioned himself on top of you and began rubbing his hard dick all over you while speaking in your ear.

"You've been such a bitch today...you made me very angry, but you never refuse me to fuck you for a while...I'm not sure if I should punish you or reward you for being a good slut, what do you think?" He spanked you again.

"I-I, I don't know…just do what you want with me…you always do, don't you? J-just…fuck me and use me however you want."

"You don't even care what I do with you!?" Gyutaro laughed. "It's your cunt that's at stake! Don't you care at all what I do with it?"

"N-no I...I don't know just, just do it Gyutaro! You made me horny so I just want to feel you."

"You're so pathetic, but I love that you're that slutty! Could you be more of a needy whore and less of an irritating bitch, cutie?"

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You had only been dating Gyutaro for 6 months when he took you to a party you didn't want to go to, a fight in his room that ended in a night of sex. You two had sex very often but it was never like that night, that night was different, so different that it made everything inside you spin as if your stomach was the jar where all those butterflies slept and Gyutaro had shaken it hard. It was that night when you fell in love with him...

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Tonight made you remember that specific night, you tried to remember all those feelings while Gyutaro fucked you.

That night Gyutaro drank too much, he was too drunk to walk on his own, much less ride his motorcycle back to his house with you. A tall blond with thick eyebrows went to the trouble of dropping you and Gyutaro off at his house and keeping his motorcycle at his house while Gyutaro could go pick it up. You put an arm around him behind his back and put his other arm over your shoulders trying to help him walk with all your might since Gyutaro was a very tall and heavy boy for you. Those seconds felt like hours until you finally managed to get him on the bed.

You thought if you should go home or stay with him, Ume would spend the night with some friends so if he needed something he wouldn't have anyone's help. It bothered you to see him so fucking drunk laughing and talking incoherently but something inside you didn't want to just leave him here to his fate in such a weak state so after rethinking it for a few minutes, you decided to stay with him tonight. You'd come up with an excuse later.

You took off your shoes to be more comfortable and went to the bathroom to wash your face to remove the makeup you were wearing. You returned to the room and saw that Gyutaro was awkwardly trying to get up without being able to do it so you went with him to make him stay down.

"Don't get up, the best thing for now is that you sleep...okay?" Your tone of voice was comforting, your priority now was for Gyutaro to fall asleep but you saw the clothes he was wearing and they didn't look very comfortable. He was wearing black combat boots, ripped jeans and a black hoodie and his hair was messier than usual so you had to do something for him. You went to his closet and pulled out an oversized t-shirt and baggy shorts, then went back to him and tried to change it so he could sleep better.

Gyutaro was lying on the bed on his back facing the ceiling so it wouldn't be that hard to change his clothes right? You climbed on the bed to sit next to him and take the edge of his sweatshirt to pull it up and carefully remove his arms but he moved a lot, you tried again and trying to lift his head you managed to remove the first one garment; his shirt was easier to remove but you had to unbutton his jeans because it was tucked into them. Now that you think about it you could have left him the same shirt and it made you feel silly but on the other hand that shirt was sweaty and dirty. You almost forgot about his shoes, you walked to his feet to untie his boots and take them off when he nearly made your heart jump out of your mouth in shock as he suddenly sat up.

You stood still, attentive to his reaction as you both stared into each other's eyes. You mentally cursed yourself for not putting a shirt on him yet because the look he was giving you wasn't right when added to his bare chest. A small silence filled the room until he was the first to speak.

"Why are you undressing me?"

"W-what?"

"Why are you stripping me naked? Were you thinking of taking advantage of me now, dirty girl?" he asked, his voice gruff and laughing like this was the funniest thing.

"No! O-of course not! I was just trying to-"

"You know you can do that without taking advantage of me being drunk, you know that right?...that means you like what we do even if you pretend otherwise. .." You didn't say anything, you just continued to untie his boots.

"I was just trying to change your clothes...the best thing for you now is that you sleep but you can't do it in these uncomfortable clothes." You didn't look at him, you continued doing your thing but he was silent.

Were you seriously doing this to help him? Didn't you have any other intention with him? Wouldn't you take advantage of his weakness at this moment to take revenge for everything he has done to you? He couldn't understand it, maybe it was because of his drunken state but you had left Gyutaro completely confused... and he liked that.

"Get up." He ordered you. He took off his shoes by his own and pulled your arm up to stand up.

Gyutaro pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to his chest and leaving you between his legs while he looked into your eyes. No one said anything, he just tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear and watched your face as if there was nothing else in the room but you. You let your hands rest on his shoulders and seeing how he shortened the distance between the two of you, you did nothing more than slowly close your eyes and you felt your lips on his. The kiss was different from all the ones you had experienced with him, it was slow, unhurried and soft; as if he wanted to get to know you more through it and make the minutes by your side eternal.

The moment you felt Gyutaro's hands traveling down your back under your clothes, you felt a warm sensation welling up from your chest that spread throughout your body, you climbed on top of him and sat on his lap hugging his hips with your legs without finishing the kiss. Gyutaro's physical weakness caused his back to fall on the bed and you remained sitting on him while he continued to kiss you. You knew what this would lead to so you let Gyutaro get rid of each of your clothes until you were left only in your underwear. Gyutaro decided it was time to go further, so changing position with you, he was on top of you, cornering you in his arms on the bed after getting rid of his jeans. His arms were strong and warm, in their midst you felt safe for the first time despite finding yourself in such a vulnerable moment where he could do whatever he wanted with you. Gyutaro's lips kissed yours over and over again without losing the sweetness of a while ago, he continued licking your neck and panting in your ear, marking your collarbones with hickeys and recording your aroma on his head while his hands massaged any part of your body they had the honor of touching. You closed your eyes and you were so immersed in this moment that you didn't notice when he took off your bra a while ago and now he was pulling your panties down and tossing them away.

Gyutaro contemplated your naked and fragile body under him between his legs as if you were one of the Wonders of the World, his plans to do many things with you today were still on but with a different and new twist for you. He couldn't wait any longer, he adhered to you burying his face between your neck and your shoulder to lick and mark you while taking your waist with one hand and leaving the best for the other. You flexed your knees so that he was better positioned on top of you and you almost screamed when you felt what he began to do. His index and middle fingers slid right in the middle of your wet slippery folds, rubbing up and down opening your labia to reveal your clit making you gasp. His fingers went up and down your slit, slowly introducing himself inside you, making you wet with more with each passing second. His movements were daring, however they continued to be slow and sensual, making you enjoy every touch inside your vagina, making you start to move your hips so that little by little he would slide his fingers inside your walls and reach your tight hole.

Wet sounds began to be heard as Gyutaro moved his fingers inside you, getting wet and slipping with your juices. You felt so hot, your nipples hardened and you began to moan wanting to feel more of him but suddenly you felt empty. You looked down and saw Gyutaro taking off his boxers to go to the next level. He took your hips with both hands wetting you a little with his fingers that he had inside you and began to rub his hard member between your folds, kneading your small and sore clit with him while he dedicated himself to kissing you again. His tongue went down to your neck and then to your breasts where he licked and sucked on your nipples to stimulate you even more, it drove you crazy to feel his length go over your folds. You felt like you couldn't wait any longer.

"A-Ah Gyutaro...I can't, I need to feel you...I want you inside me." You confessed, he looked at you, his look was a little lazy because of the alcohol.

He didn't say anything, he just clung to your hips and took the base of his cock to line up at your entrance and start giving little thrusts and strokes to your pussy until he was finally able to slide inside of you making you arch your back and moan his name in response to giving you that delicious feeling as you spread your legs wider for him.

You were so wet and open for him, it was hard even for yourself to recognize you at this moment. The first time you had sex with him you were so disgusted and scared but now your shame was gone and all you wanted was to be one with him tonight. Gyutaro's thrusts became so intense that he had to put your knees on his shoulders to fuck you properly.

"F-fuck babe-ah, how well you squeeze me aa-ah! Your little pussy squeezes me too good…fucking good.” Gyutaro moaned, picking up speed.

Your hands clung to Gyutaro's back as you felt how each of his thrusts was firmer than the last, the wet sounds increased in the room and you could clearly hear the bed springs rattling beneath you. Your body was shaking and sweating, you could feel every part of you getting wet and dripping with sweat just like Gyutaro. The atmosphere turned hot and the smell of alcohol that came from Gyutaro had stuck to the bottom of your nose. You swore you could feel Gyutaro's dick harden inside you and maybe you were right.

"A-aah! I'm gonna cum girl, I'm gonna cum, fucking cum right now babe."

Gyutaro hadn't finished speaking when you felt a warm sensation coming from a strong discharge inside you, he had cum but he kept moving even after his orgasm to overstimulate you and make you follow him soon. Gyutaro's orgasm gave you a unique feeling. Your pussy and the whole area between your legs felt so hot and wet not only from his fluids but also from sweat, it was a huge discharge so as he continued to move his seed began to seep through your folds forming a white ring around his cock even spilling out of you, you could feel it sticky and thick sliding down each of your vagina folds, making you feel slippery and soaking wet as you felt thick drops running down your thighs. That just made you imagine the mess below the two of you and a few minutes later, your wide open cunt pumped Gyutaro's dick tight as you cum on him too.

Your breaths were rough and after a few minutes you two both stopped moving. Gyutaro looked you straight in the eyes and was delighted to see that innocent blush on your face, he came closer to you and hugged you after returning your knees to their normal position. He cradled you in his arms and kissed your shoulders and chest while you stroked your fingers through his hair.

"Fuck, girl...i'm really in love with you...believe me."

That night, that night was unique because you hadn't just had sex with Gyutaro as usual. His drunkenness made him act differently and allow himself to open up properly to you and thanks to that, you experienced making love to Gyutaro for the first time.

No bribes.

No blackmail.

Without expecting something in return.

And that's where you realized that you were beginning to feel things for him too.

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You were face up on his bed, staring at the ceiling, naked under the sheets just like him. You looked to your left and watched as he now turned his back on you. You couldn't help but feel a lump in your throat for some reason, many things have happened since you met him but for some reason you felt more and more attached to him. You had had just sex now but something inside of you told you that he was still mad at you, that used to happen sometimes. You two would get angry, argue and in the middle of the fight he would kiss you to get some sex no matter if it was short or long but then he still didn't talk to you.

You turned around and put your arm around his back, getting closer to him and thus find out if he was still awake, you put your cheek against his back and you felt his slow breathing, you also heard his heartbeat. You sighed with some nostalgia and left a short kiss on his spine as you turned away from him also to sleep.

You still couldn't get to sleep well and as you did, a tear slipped from the bridge of your nose onto the pillow. He told you that time that he loved you, is he still doing it? That damn question gave you sleeplessness every night but you couldn't put it down, not now, not when you were deeply in love with every part of him.

A heavy sensation settled on your waist under the sheets getting closer to him to continue feeling your naked curves, you looked behind you out of the corner of your eye and saw how Gyutaro was sleeping peacefully, but still wanting you closer to him.

I am very sorry for my absence, I hope that this fic attempt makes up for my lack of activity. Btw, how are you? I'm fine, except that I just had the worst mistake of my life, can you guess? That's right, I think I have butterflies in my stomach for a guy...a real guy lmao 🥲 i wanna die lol

[matildaanymore]

𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : bobby skeetz x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Your brother is Ryan Mcmahon, drummer of the upcoming band Inhaler. What happens when you sneak around with the Irish bassist…

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : cigarettes and alcohol (oasis).

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I was awoken to a knock at my bedroom door. Not long after the knock appeared my brother Ryan.

“Get up, we need to leave soon.”

“Do i have to come with you?”

“Yes. You promised me last week that you’d come to the show”

“That was last week. I’ve changed my mind”

“No. You’re coming”

And with that Ryan closed my door in annoyance which led me to groan knowing i had to stick to my word of leaving the house tonight.

It wasn’t long before i hopped in the shower getting ready for the day. Frank Ocean blasted through the speaker on the counter as i washed my hair. When all of a sudden i got a text message. I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my body checking my phone to see who interrupted me.

Bobby - Bobert 🤘

You - Y/N🖕

Bobert 🤘

You coming to the gig tonite? x

Y/N 🖕

Unfortunately. I promised Ryan i’d come to this one x

Bobert 🤘

Um excuse me this isn’t an unfortunately moment. x

Y/N 🖕

It is when i’m gonna be stuck with 4 boys and one of them tries to convince others to play bird bingo for an hour. x

Bobert 🤘

I wonder who that could be cause it isn’t me. Maybe Josh? We should really have a word with him about that cause that’s out of order x

Y/N 🖕

Whatever helps you sleep at night babes x

Bobert 🤘

Babes? Okay Babes. Let’s have a talk Babes. x

Y/N 🖕

Bye. Gotta get ready see you soon. x

Bobert 🤘

See you soon babes x

I didn’t realise I was smiling at my phone until the last message. I’d say Bobby and I have a close relationship. I’ve known him for a while and i’ve always had a crush on him. I mean who couldn’t. He’s 6ft with a mullet and plays bass in a band. And also my brother’s bestfriend and bandmate but we all have a secrets don’t we. I walked into my bedroom and shut my phone throwing it onto my bed getting ready for the night ahead of me. I threw on a black midi dress that flowed in the wind at the bottom and paired with my fur jacket, black boots and black bag and topped it off with jewellery. I then started applying the finishing touches to my makeup before Ryan called up saying that we are leaving in 5. I opened my bag and threw in my packet of cigarettes, a small bottle of alcohol, charger, lip liner and lip stick and other necessities i’ll need for the night before quickly making my way downstairs.

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y/nusername : dressing up > down

📷 : ryanmcmahon_15

ryanmcmahon_15 : finally got photo credits for once.

➥ y/nusername : be grateful

user : where is the jacket from?

➥ y/nusername : it’s thrifted x

bobbyskeetz : this jacket looks like a bird meaning you have to bird bingo.

➥ y/nusername : … can i not get a nice compliment without it including birds.

➥ bobbyskeetz : no sorry xxxxx

bobbyskeetz : 😫🖕

➥ y/nusername : no. damage is already done 💔

user : UR HOT.

➥ bobbyskeetz : thanks x

➥ y/nusername : fuck off.

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We arrived at the venue and entered through the back door. There were a group already queuing even though it was only 2pm. It was so crazy to me how people would spend their whole day waiting in a queue for a show that will only go on for a few hours (i am guilty of this). They all screamed when they saw Ryan enter the venue which i still need to get used to. We get led into the green room which was already filled with the other 3 irish lads.

It wasn’t long before Ryan announced our presence ‘Hey! We made it’

‘Hey guys!’ Eli stood up and started hugging the both of us followed Josh and Bobby.

Bobby’s hug lasted a little longer than i wanted it to but at the same time i could stay with him forever. He’s such an easy person to be around. You could either talk for hours upon hours about random ass shit. You could tell him about girl drama and he would make small comments like ‘She’s a Bitch’ or You could both sit in the same room together in comfortable silence. You’ve never gotten on with anyone so well in your life. It was relaxing to know that someone understood you in that way.

‘We have soundcheck in about 2 hours so if anyone’s up for a round of bird-‘

‘Bobby… Don’t even mention the words Bird or Bingo today please’ He just laughed at my comment sitting down on the velvet couch placed in the middle of the room. He patted the seat next to him inviting me to sit down beside him which is happily accepted. The other boys were talking about god knows what when suddenly Bobby leaned over and spoke so only I could hear ‘Are you looking forward for tonight… babes’ I lightly slapped his arm telling him to behave. ‘You know i really was up for it until i remembered you were in the band again. What happened to them finding a new bass player?’ ‘You should be grateful i’m stuck to bass, I was gonna be the lead’ ‘Now you say it i am grateful you’d do anything but sing.’

‘Hey guys are going to go get food you coming with?’ Josh stood up and asked the both of us

‘No we’re good’ I looked at Bobby because i was really hungry and wanted food but i knew if id asked ryan he’d get me something ‘I’ll stay here, Can you get me something Ryan?’ ‘Yeah course, be back in an hour’

And with that the other boys left and it was just Bobby and I. Earlier I mentioned how it was always a comfortable silence with Bobby however this silence felt different. It felt like there was something needed to be said or something needing to happen. And I feel like he sensed the same. He looked over at me opening his mouth like he was going to say something. That was until I looked over in his direction. He shut his mouth and looked the other way scratching the back of his neck. Strange.

We sat on our phones for about 5 minutes until I broke the silence.

‘Bird bingo?’ ‘I thought you’d never ask!’ I rolled my eyes but there was really nothing else to do.

Both of us sat either side of the small coffee table places on the floor as he set up the game. I sat opposite him waiting for him to finish. ‘Let’s make this game different’ He looked up and hummed in response confused. ‘Let’s do some forfeits, everytime one of us loose a round we do something the other person wants’ in reply he just smirked at me laughing a bit. ‘Don’t smirk at me Robert I’m winning’ ‘We’ll see’

With that the first round started. It started off with shots being taken to us telling eachother random secrets and doing a small Q&A. It didn’t take long for it to get more heated and serious. ‘Next one i win…’ he lent in a bit till i could feel his breath. ‘We kiss’. ‘Okay’ i just smiled not knowing what else to say in response. I really wanted to but Ryan would be so pissed off if he knew.

And he won that round. That’s how it all started a silly game of bird bingo. That night when no one else was around we couldn’t keep our hands off of eachother sharing kisses whenever we could and having small makeout sessions in secret places. The boys were performing on stage and Bobby couldn’t take his eyes off of me when all of a sudden ‘Who’s your money on (plastic house)’ started playing.

‘Who’s your money on Dublin?’ Eli announced to the crowd as they started yelling out names of the band. I looked over at Bobby and i saw him mouth to me ‘Who’s your money on??’ I yelled ‘BOBBY!’ which caused him to laugh and walk towards Ryan at the back who was playing the drums. I took my phone out and started recording them for a little bit of the ending since this was one of my favourite Inhaler songs. It wasn’t long until the show ended and i was making my way back towards the green room when all of a sudden i got pulled through a door outside by the tour buses. Bobby stood there with the same look on his face he’s had all night pulling out a cigarette lighting it and then holding it out to me. ‘I don’t want this to be a one night thing’ he said taking a puff and blowing it out making deep eye contact with me. ‘Neither’ I said taking the cigarette back into my lips this time he was holding it which led him to pull me against him as we smoked together. We both stood in silence until it was stumped out sharing a quick kiss which tasted nicotine before heading back inside before the fans started coming out or even one of the others.

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y/nusername : who the feck are inhaler? (and if anyone can tell me who this man is staring at me lmk so i can block him xx)

user : who are inhaler?

➥ y/nusername : idk. u tell me x

bobbyskeetz : that might be me? i’m not sure though. just a thought.

➥ y/nusername : yeah it doesn’t look like you x

user : damn 2 pics of bobby we are being fed.

➥ user : and im eating them all up

elijahhewson : the best band ever

➥ y/nusername : dream on.

graciebrns : my wife

➥ bobbyskeetz : back off shes mine.

➥ y/nusername : bobby.

➥ ryanmcmahon_15 : what.

➥ bobbyskeetz : oops.

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Now here we are. Bobby and I secretly dating. Ever since that night we’ve been inseparable. Ryan has been questioning why i’ve wanted to come to the shows so much now recently or why i always want to be around him and boys but he couldn’t know. You recently moved into your own apartment in Dublin still close enough to Ryan but also further enough to feel like you have your own space. Bobby has been round all the time even sleeping over. We’ve had a few close calls but now it’s just our little secret.

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Author : This one is a little bit better but still bad. Gimme prompts 🙏🙏 (with anyone, if ik who they r) - Matilda xx

[breeistired]

It all started with a cat

Words: 1084

Warnings: Suggestive content, no NSFW! Fluff, cursing

Bree speaks: Hi guys, this is officially my third fanfic! I got a new computer, and I am going to start writing more often. My rules and who I write for is up now too! And if you want me to turn this into a series of fanfics, or if you want me to write more about Silly!Reader and Rafe, go ahead and drop a request! Thank you for reading. MAKE GOOD CHOICES TODAY KIDDO.

“TENTH? HOW THE FUCKING SHT-” Is what Rafe could hear steps away from his room in Tannyhill.

How did he get here? Well it all started with a cat.

Rafe was doing drugs as he normally does on these nights. He was trying to quit, but Topper wouldn’t stop his bickering about how he’s a, “prude,” or that he’s becoming a little bitch.

Topper was going through a bad breakup. 

That already passed ten months ago.

Sarah Cameron, kook princess, had broken up with him for pogue prince, John B. You’d think he’d get over it. But no. He was smoking weed acting like he had an extra pair of lungs.

Rafe was about to do his line of coke before he saw you. Your friends dragging you to dance. You weren’t drunk, but your favorite song was on. As it blasts through the speakers, Rafe can only hear your laughter and giggles.

Jesus, your laugh was like if the sun and sugar had a baby. So bright and so sweet.

All Rafe wanted was a quick fuck. You were beautiful, but who needs a relationship?

Everyone around him were idiots.

He couldn’t date someone so childish. But doing something else for one night? That was a different story.

Soon enough, your friends were leaving to get drinks while you stayed by and played with a stray cat. 

Rafe walked up to you, not caring about Topper's whines. He stood lean and tall. Putting on his, Rafe Cameron, VIP, rich charm. That usually worked.

Usually.

The cat got scared and ran away. All he heard was a gasp and groan. “You scared him away.” Rafe looks at you, his head tilting. “Excuse me?” His eyes widen, you narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. 

Rafe could not believe his ears. You were mad at him for scaring a cat away?

“Poor little guy was skinny too.” You sigh and shake your head in disappointment. Rafe looks you up and down, confused by your reaction. Any girl on the island would be at his feet kissing them. But you? No, you were mad about a stray cat.

“How can I make it up to you?” Rafe smirks at you, thinking maybe he’s getting somewhere. 

Hopefully the bedroom.

“You can go get my cat back.” You whisper sarcastically, rolling your eyes. 

It was obvious you didn’t like him as much as he hoped you would. But you wouldn’t guess what happens next.

Yes, you guessed it. He got the cat.

Rafe Cameron wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, even if the challenge was for him to get a cat that scratched him on his face and had a muddy tail. 

He was slowly starting to think that this wasn’t just about a challenge.

Rafe comes back, with muddy cargo shorts and blood dripping down his cheek. And a very angry orange cat.

Your eyes widen, you immediately stop talking to your friends running towards him.

“You got my cat.” You murmur, making sure it’s tail doesn’t dirty you. A soft look on your face appears. A look Rafe would kill anyone to see.

“I did.” Rafe huffs, puffing out his chest trying to seem more like a man. Though, getting beat up by a cat isn’t helping very much. 

“Thank you.” Rafe smiles softly, a smile only you get now.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” You smile and hold out your hand for him to take, still holding the cat.

He knows he should say no. Men like him don’t have time for relationships. But the way your smiling has him giving away his credit cards and dignity.

Rafe takes your hand and lets you ramble about the cat all day.

He didn’t know that there were so many breeds of cats.

He would never let someone he wanted to sleep with talk this much.

Because you weren’t just a one night stand, you made his night better.

If it wasn’t for you, Rafe would be getting high off whatever drug he could lay his hands on, and having sex with a girl he never would have liked sober. But you were his addiction now, sober or not.

Rafe thanks god he got beat up by that cat everyday. 

Even though it started with him thinking it was a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, done deal. He was happy that it ended differently.

Sometimes.

BONUS

“TENTH? HOW THE FUCKING SHT-” Is what Rafe could hear steps away from his room in Tannyhill.

Rafe sighs and leans on his doorway. 

“Rafe Jr.” You say to your cat that put you and your beautiful boyfriend together.

“I am going to murder these kids. They didn’t even get the theme! The theme was, “Me irl,” Some kid used the mermaid tail. If they’re actually a mermaid, how are they playing roblox? Huh?! On their shell-phone?” Then after the rambling about a stupid kids game (as Rafe calls it), he hears a gasp. “A shell-phone, Rafe would get a kick out of that.” No he wouldn’t. But for your sake, he’ll laugh when you tell him.

“Baby!” You yell, opening your arms to him. Which he practically runs into.

“Are you playing that dress for less game?” Rafe mumbles as he shoves his face into your chest. You thankfully don’t say anything about him being a pervert.

“Rafe, it's dress to impress and you know this. It's like me saying, "Are you playing little balls with big holes?” You grumble and turn off your ipad that Rafe had bought you after you cried saying everything is laggy. 

Rafe hums and nods, acting like he understands. He doesn’t, not one bit.

“I even used the CaseOh code!” You groan. “I tried making myself on dress to impress. Even made Rafe Jr.” You sigh in defeat.

“I bet you did great, princess.” Rafe whispers before kissing you softly. You reciprocate the kiss, running your hands along his abs. Right when Rafe thinks he's going to get lucky, you pull away. 

“Have I told you about my shell-phone joke?’

Sometimes he thinks that he’s going soft. He is. But he only says he's happy sometimes because he’s scared of the way you play games. Only you would scream at a game made for children.

But he wouldn’t change it for the world.

So, when somebody asks how he met his future wife, he’ll say, “It all started with a cat.”

[coffee-breath1]

Home is where the heart is. Soap x reader part 1

In the few months that you had been living in your apartment, you'd never really seen your neighbours. The apartment on your right was empty and the one on your left was occupied by a soldier who was rarely home. You'd forgotten his name but remembered that it had started with a J.

The soldier was rarely ever home which gave you the freedom to be as loud as you wanted most days, free to do whatever you like without worry of disturbing anyone.

You had gotten pretty lucky in terms of neighbours compared to the horror stories some of your friends had told you. Which led to your current situation. You were singing along to some of your favourite songs playing through your speaker as you cooked your dinner for the night. Apparently, you had gotten too comfortable with the idea of not having neighbours, forgetting that you, in fact, do sometimes have someone living a wall away.

the first few gentle knocks on your front door went unheard by you before the knocking grew harsher and you paused your music and made your way to the door. You opened it up to what you could only explain as a man that looked so exhausted he might drop dead on his feet. Instantly you felt guilty.

"Sorry ta bother ye bonnie but do ye think could turn your music down just a bit? Just got back and 'm dead tired an' cannae sleep".

You were mortified. You had just become the kind of neighbours that your friends told you about. You had been so loud and inconsiderate and had kept this poor man up when all he wanted was to rest.

"Of course, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were back" you apologised, feeling your face go hot.

"Dinnae stress about it. I'll let ye know next time. Enjoy your evenin' " He reassured, a small smile made its way onto his face, looking as exhausted as the rest of him.

"Thank you, I'll be quiet" you said once again, still feeling the embarrassment.

He replied with a nod of his own before turning back towards his apartment and you closed your door with a click.

You made your way back down the hallway and into the kitchen, turning of your speaker entirely and finished cooking your dinner.

Once you'd eaten and cleaned up your dishes, you got an idea. You piled as much of the leftovers as you could into a small Tupperware container and quickly scribbled out an apology on a sticky note. It read "I'm not sure what you have laying around but I figured since you just came back you would probably want some proper food. Ps, I'm sorry again about being loud".

Once satisfied, you made your way to his apartment and placed the container and the note together besides his door before walking back to your apartment and shutting everything down for the night.

[doeeyeseddie]

hiiiii, from the soft prompts how do you feel about absent mindedly fixing the others' clothes?? i feel like it's already sooo buddie coded

i feel VERY good about it, thank you for the prompt!! i hope you like this 🩷

send me a soft prompt

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Maddie and Chimney’s patio is lit by strings of fairy lights and candles on the high tables they’ve placed everywhere they would fit. Everyone they love is still there, talking and laughing and dancing in the tiny space they’ve cleared to serve as a dance floor.

The main couple of the day are there as well, swaying in the middle of it like they’ve forgotten the rest of the world around them. Judging from the fact that they’re slow dancing regardless of what’s playing on the speaker from the carefully curated playlist, they probably have.

Buck looks at his sister's face, the happiness she radiates, and sighs wistfully. This is everything he’s ever wanted for her. The fact that she gets this happiness with Chimney, who was kind of like a brother for Buck before he even met Maddie, is only a bonus.

He smiles down at Jee, asleep in his arms, and whispers, “This is pretty good, huh?”

She doesn’t reply, obviously, but a moment later, a glass of water is placed on the table in front of him.

“Thought you could use this after all that dancing,” Eddie says, and Buck smiles at him.

“Thanks, yeah. Had to tire this one out.” He points his chin down towards Jee, careful not to jostle her.

“Looks like it worked,” Eddie grins. “Do you want me to take her so you can drink something?”

Buck loves his niece, but she’s almost three years old and her sleep-heavy little body is starting to put a strain on his arms, so he nods gratefully. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

They have to step close to transfer the sleeping toddler from Buck’s arms to Eddie’s, and when they’ve managed it, Buck kind of forgets to step back.

Eddie is always beautiful, but tonight – he’s fucking breathtaking. He’s lost his jacket somewhere along the way and his shirt is rolled up to his elbows, and unbuttoned far enough for Buck to get a good look at his collarbones and the smattering of chest hair below. The crisp white of his open collar stands out against his skin and Buck stares, enraptured.

It’s crooked on one side, folded up in what Buck assumes is a look Eddie wasn’t going for, and he reaches out to fix it without thinking.

His fingers brush Eddie’s throat and he feels the sharp inhale there, freezing when he realizes what he’s doing. His eyes flick up and their gazes catch, and hold.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, and it breaks the spell.

Buck drops his hand, takes a step back, and clears his throat. “Sure.”

He downs the glass of water Eddie brought him in one go, feeling Eddie’s eyes on him the whole time. He’s not sure what just happened – he really didn’t think he drank that much, but he guesses his brain simply turning off around Eddie was bound to happen eventually. He’s kind of surprised it took this long, several weeks since he realized that he’s head over heels in love with his best friend, and probably has been for years.

And well, tonight, Eddie looks beautiful and happy and bright, and he’s holding a baby (a baby Buck loves!), so is his brain really to blame?

“Hey,” Eddie says, and Buck turns to look at him, because he always wants to be looking at him. Eddie smiles, but there’s a little edge to it – nerves? “I heard the Lees are taking Jee tonight. Once we’ve both got our arms free again, do you wanna dance?”

Buck loves him and loves him and loves him.

“Yes,” he manages to get out. “I’d love that.”

Eddie’s smile grows, but some of the nervousness stays, sticking to the corners of it. Buck wants to reach out and smooth it away, but he’s not sure he’s allowed.

“I’ve been wanting to ask all night,” Eddie admits quietly, and Buck bites down on his undoubtedly giddy grin.

“Yeah?” he asks, just as quietly. “I would’ve said yes at any point.”

Buck’s heart is in his throat and he watches Eddie’s smile transform into a new one, slightly different from all the ones Buck already knows. It’s a good one, though, definitely good. He smiles back helplessly.

“Cool,” Eddie says, and it’s so dorky that Buck is tempted to ignore everyone around them, including his sleeping niece in Eddie’s arms, to get his mouth on Eddie. At this point, he’s pretty sure it would be welcomed.

Thankfully for everyone else, Mrs Lee picks that moment to step up to them to get Jee from Eddie. It puts some space between Buck and Eddie and gives Buck a second to catch his breath, even though watching Eddie gently hand Jee over should officially be considered a form of torture too. 

“We didn’t want to interrupt the lovebirds,” Mrs Lee says with an indulgent smile towards where Maddie and Chim are still swaying. “This was the plan all along but if they ask, can you tell them we took Jee-Yun home with us?”

“Yeah, of course,” Buck promises. “Thanks, Mrs Lee.”

“Buck,” she says in that gently stern voice of hers. “We’re family now. It’s Anne.”

Buck laughs. “Okay, thank you, Anne. And good night.”

“To you too,” she says with a smile at them both, and then Buck and Eddie are alone again.

Immediately, Buck is right back where he was, heart racing and fingers itching to touch Eddie.

“So,” he starts, drawn-out, and Eddie steps closer to him.

“So,” he echoes, and smoothes out a nonexistent wrinkle in Buck’s shirt with the flat of his hand, right over his thundering heart. He’s still smiling that smile, like he’s keeping a secret, the good kind. “Wanna dance?”

Buck shakes his head. “Hold that thought. But first – come with me?”

Eddie looks confused, but not worried when he nods. It makes Buck feel giddy, knowing that they both trust this.

He leads them away from the patio and grabs Eddie’s hand as soon as they’re out of sight. Eddie tangles their fingers and squeezes, following Buck to the dark front porch.

There, he stops and turns to look at Eddie. There’s enough light spilling out through the windows and from the street light to see the smile on his face, his beautiful glittering eyes. 

Buck takes a deep breath. “I didn’t wanna steal Maddie and Chim’s thunder, but I really, really want to kiss y—“

Eddie’s grabbed him by the lapels to pull him in, but the second Buck starts kissing back, he loosens his grip and slides his hands up Buck’s neck to cup his jaw tenderly.

Buck shivers with it and pulls Eddie closer by the waist, their entire bodies pressed together.

“I love you,” Eddie says against his lips, barely pulling away. “Buck. I love you.”

“I love you,” Buck says back, and his smile is making it difficult to keep kissing, but at least Eddie’s is the same.

“You still wanna dance with me?” he asks.

“Yes,” Buck says decisively. “Not sure how well I can hold back so we don’t immediately spill the beans, but I really want to.”

“We can do it,” Eddie promises, but they get lost in their kisses again first. He’s laughing when he puts some space between them. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the party, we can continue this at home. And then we’ll tell everyone in a few days.”

Buck nods, reeling him in for one last kiss. “I like the sound of that.”

[yanderelovlies]

𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉.

note: this is a modern time set. I'm in a Joesph mood, so here I am. I'm gonna have a part 2 for this either tomorrow or the day after.

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ

Character(s): Joseph

TW: none.

"boyfriend....for hire?"

The short red head in front of you nodded. she leaned in close, resting her chin on her hand as she smirked. "Yep. that right there will solve all your problems."

you looked up from the paper clearly unamused by your friends' antics. "What are you talking about Vex?"

Her eyes narrowed, but her grin never wavered. "Well, you were just bitching about your upcoming family dinner, and how your parents keep trying to set you up....You know some will even sleep with you after times up."

You gasped before glaring at her "Vex"

she leaned back, putting her hands up in defense. "I'm just saying~ I mean, what could it hurt?"

You looked back down at the paper, still unsure. "It feels... wrong."

Vex shrugged before crossing her arms over her torso. "Give it some thought. you got a week before the dinner. just uh... let me know how it goes?"

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You sighed, looking down at the same paper from a few days ago. You had been debating if you should or not. You understood your parents were worried, but you weren't ready to hear it again. With shaky hands, you reach for your cellphone and slowly type in the number. With a deep breath, your pressed call quickly brings the phone to your ear.

It rang a few times before a female automated voice came through. "Thank you for calling callin' for love~. Please wait for representatives to help you." Soothing jazz began to play through the speaker, only making you more anxious. You just wanted to get it over with waiting and make you overthink.

God, what if this was a mistake? what if they turned out to be a murder? what if they - "Thank you for calling callin'" for love, my name is Jasper. How can i help you?" you paused for a minute. someone was there. "Hello?"

"h-hello?"

"Hello! how can I help you...?"

"y/n, and um, I'm looking to hire a boyfriend f-for a family dinner?" God, you hated this so much! it felt so embarrassing!

"Sounds great, y/n!" You could hear the typing of her keyboard ad she spoke. "Now, in order to find the man perfect for the job, do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?"

you nodded, forgetting she couldn't see you before responding "yes"

"Great!"

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the questions took a good couple of minutes with her cracking a few jokes, making loosen up a bit. "Well, good news, darling. we have the perfect match for you! Give me a minute to transfer you to him."

"What his name?"

"His name is Joesph, and he is an actor."

you gasped "an actor? Why is he doing this job?"

Jasper giggled. "Why not ask him yourself?" Before you could respond, the jazz from before came back on making you slightly nervous again.

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Joseph's feet rested on his coffee table as he scrolled through social media. He thought it was funny how his children's show captured more than children's attention. Scrolling through the latest fanart became his new favorite hobby.

An alarm siren rang through the speakers of his phone at the caller contact of his side job shown on his phone. Sighing, he picked up the call, his head falling back on the cushion. "Joesph speaking."

"Hey Joe! it's Jasper I got a job for you if your intrested."

He hummed, mulling it over. Having the extra money wouldn't be so bad, and it would be nice to go out. "Okay, Jasper. fill me in."

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The jazz music continued to play as your anxiety grew. what if she was having more trouble than she let on. oh God, this was a bad idea! maybe you sho-.

"Hello? y/n?"

you paused again, not ready for whoever was on the other line. it certainly not Jasper anymore the voice deep and a males. "h-hello?" Your voice was quiet, and meek I'm return making you cringe slightly.

You heard an airy chuckle before he continued. "It's nice to meet you, y/n. I'm Joseph. now I'm assuming you're calling this line for specific reasons?"

"y-yes. I have a family dinner coming up....I really dont want to hear it from them..." You rubbed the back of your neck, glad you weren't making eye contact with the guy.

"I hear ya doll. My coworkers are the same way. So what day is this family get together?"

"Um, this saturday?"

You hear some rustling followed by papers being flipped before he settled down. "That's perfect, actually. I'm off that day so we can arrive together to make it more believeable."

oh God, this is really happening! you were gonna introduce a total stranger to your family just to get them off your back. "c-can we meet the day before? I'll pay for it if I need to!"

He hummed in thought "mmm how does dinner sound then? We have a day of filming that Friday, but I can meet you for dinner?"

Once again, you nodded before giving a verbal response. "That sounds fine. Um, do you know that mom and pops Cafe on first?"

"Cara's Cafe?"

"Yes! how does that sound."

he chuckled again, putting down whatever paper he was holding. "Sounds great, doll. Here, let me give you my number so we can keep in contact."

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It was a good thing you took his number when you did. Due to come technical issues, filming took longer than he thought, so he texted you to let you know.

So now you sit at the booth staring out the window, trying to calm your nerves. it wasn't a real date. Yet you were still meeting a stranger like it was. "I should've had Vex ghost our date."

As soon as sighed the bell above the door rang. Looking up and away from the window, your eyes meet with the one most beautiful brown eyes. The mam attached to them wasn't hard to look at either. If you didn't believe he was an actor before, you certainly did now.

He talked with the waitress before making his way to your table. "y/n?" You go to stand up, but he stopped you simply holding his hand out for you to shake, smiling down at you. "It's fine, really. It's nice to finally meet you."

You take his hand, giving him a nervous smile. "y-you too, Joesph."

"Joe is fine, doll." He sat down across from you, the smile never leaving his face.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, seeing as we have to pretend we didn't just meet each other recently, I would say so." He shrugs

"Okay... Joe," it felt weird saying his name in such a friendly manner despite just knowing him, but at the same time, it felt....nice?

"So I'm assuming you wanted to early to get to know me better." You nodded,"Smart. Then let's get started, doll."

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The "date" went pretty well, you felt. You leaned the basics of his life and even got to hear what him and his costars. He seemed somewhat laid back, which put you at ease. You might even have to thank Vex later for the suggestion.

A knock bounced off the walls of your quiet living room as you placed the finishing touches on your outfit. "coming!" You called gathering your phone and keys.

When you opened the door, you had to stop gasping. He dressed really nicely. it wasn't a suit and tie, but damn did he look good.

He eyes you up and down, giving a low whistle. "Damn, you clean up nicely, doll." He held out his elbow for you to take. "Are you ready?"

You shut and lock the door behind you before wrapping your arm around his own. "You know I could say the same thing about you."

He chuckled, watching your movements. "What can I say? I wanted to leave an impression."

The two of you were making your way to your car when you scoffed. "On my parents? why? you will only see them once."

"Who says I wanted to impress them?"

When the two of you got close, you unlocked your car. However, before you could open the door to the driver's seat, Joesph beat you to it, opening the door for you. You turned to him face slightly red with a raised eyebrow. "Man, you really want to be hired again, huh?"

He smirked and simply shrugged. when you got into the car, he shut the door before making his way to the other side and climbing into the car. "Show me your music taste doll."

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Joseph would be lying if he said it wasn't awkward at first. He was surrounded by strangers, but he played the role of boyfriend pretty well. Their father even seemed to take a liking to him, even asking for his help with the grill, and even bring him a cold one whe. got one.

The can opened with a pop followed sizzling from the carbonation before he took a long swig of the drink. "So how did you and my kid meet?"

Joesph had just opened his can when he looked up at your father. "Online dating. They just...stood out to me."

Your dad looked him up and down as if trying to determine if he was telling the truth. "Did you find out what the something was yet?"

"No, but I plan sticking around to find out and after."

Your dad smiled, patting him on the back. "Good man, Joe. Now come on! these burgers aren't gonna flip themselves!"

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You watched from afar as Joesph interacted with your family. He was certainly putting his acting skills to use as he happily talked with your father and uncle. Not only did he get along with adults, but the kids seemed to love him as well. always showing him the things they color or make in minecraft. God, how has he not settled down by now?

"You made a good choice hun." You jumped slightly as your mom stood beside you, watching the crowd with you. "Heck even your dad likes him, and that's feat of its own."

You hummed, taking a drink of the drink in your hand. "Yeah. It kinda surprising, honestly."

Your mom chuckled. "Me too, but he must see something in him. It must be your sign."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes if only she really knew. "Come on, mom, let's finish these sides before dads finished."

She watched you uncertain for a few seconds before nodding. "You're right. You know how your father doesn't like to eat cold burgers."

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As the night came to a close, you couldn't help but feel anxiety. Due to your families curiosity, you didn't get to spend much time with Joe. At first, you didn't mind, but the more he interacted with your family or they said something sweet about him, you couldn't help but feel your heartache.

At first, you didn't understand why, but the more you thought about it, the more you couldn't deny that he was perfect. He got along with your family, polite to you, and even seemed to care as he would constantly check in with you through the evening. It felt almost cruel.

You knew from the start that this was all fake. You knew after tonight that you may never see him again. Yet your heart yearned for more. For something you felt you couldn't have.

"Is everything okay dear?"

You nodded "yeah sorry mom, ....just tired. Work and all."

You could feel her eyes on you before turning back to crowd "Your just like your father in that aspect. Lean on Joe a bit more. let him lighten your load."

You sighed "I think it's time for us to go mom. I still have work in the morning.

she nods in understanding, opening her arms to you. You wrapped your arms around her in a warm hug. "I understand, and please, you guys, come see us soon."

"We will, mom."

.

The car ride home felt weird. You both sat quietly as the soft sounds of the music you were playing flowed through the speakers. You wanted to say something anything really, but you didn't know what.

Joseph seemed to be thinking the same thing since he was the first to speak up. "You have a nice family doll... So friendly and loving."

You smiled, your eyes still trained on the road ahead. "Thank you...We try."

he hummed in response as the music began to fill the gap again. "You know this went so well it makes me feel like I should meet your family next." As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt yourself cringe.

Joesph was silent before letting out an unamused huff. "I would rather you not." You opened your mouth to apologize for making the comment, but Joesph continued before you could."They are awful. I would rather you meet my coworkers."

You closed your mouth, unsure how to take that comment. As you pulled into your driveway, putting the car in park, you sat there for a minute. You thought Joesph would have gotten out of the car as soon as it was parked with an awkward goodbye, but he didn't.

Instead, he stayed in the car with you, his eyes trained on you. "I....had a really good time, Joe. Maybe I can find another excuse to hire you again."

"Hmmm, counter offer. What if instead we go on an actual date? No company involved. Just us." You turned to him surprised only to be met with a slightly nervous look on Joseph's face. "I had a good time too, and I know a good thing when I see it. If you're down for it, I want to keep this good thing going."

You watched him for a couple minutes waiting for the got you moment, but it never happened. He looked at you earnestly yet nervously, waiting for your response. "Okay, let's try it."

[rinsuniverse]

okay okay wait woozi requests. woozi who originally sleeps in different rooms when youre dating but one day you have a nightmare and all you want is to cuddle him..

nightmares with woozi! ✧˖°.

"goodnight, jihoon," you say, smiling at him as he leaves

"night, y/n," he replies before shutting your bedroom door. "sleep well."

you both just watched a scary action movie that jihoon was interested in, and to be honest, you were still on-edge about it

it was a good movie, don't get me wrong, but it was quite scary, and it made you jump on multiple occasions

jihoon would laugh at you every time you did jump, but he did put his arm around your shoulders after a bit to calm you down

and now he's gone, leaving you in your room alone with your afterthoughts from the movie

of course, he isn't far away. he's in the bedroom right next to yours, where he usually sleeps

you both decided on that decision since (1) you both enjoyed your privacy, and (2) you were still somewhat newly dating

he works really late into the night, too, so instead of disturbing you while you sleep, it was best in hindsight for him to have his own room in the house

but tonight was different

you laid in the silence of your room, buried under the covers, staring into the darkness

you couldn't help but think, since the movie was based on real-life events, that maybe it could happen to you

you fall asleep but are met immediately by a nightmare! you jolt awake, breathing heavily

after a while of you trying to go back to sleep and debating on what to do, you finally cave and text jihoon

you: hey, are you still awake?

he replies right away

jihoon: yup, about to go to sleep tho

jihoon: you okay?

you: i can't sleep

jihoon: was the movie too scary? hehe

you: no! i just can't sleep >:(

jihoon: come here for a bit

you get out of bed, walking out of the room swiftly to avoid the darkness into jihoon's room where his monitors were still shining brightly

"i can play some music for you to relax to before you go back to bed," he says, scrolling through his playlists

you had a different idea, though

"jihoon, can i just... stay here tonight?"

the idea didn't even cross his mind, to be honest

"like, sleep together?"

"like next to each other, yes," you counter carefully

he debates and finally responds with, "i mean, i guess. why not? we're dating."

he plays some music on his speakers before laying down in his bed

you follow and lay down on the other side of the bed

you're both just awkwardly laying next to each other, staring at the ceiling

"what do you want me to do now?" he asks, shifting awkwardly

"nothing, this is good," you say, getting comfortable. "goodnight."

"goodnight."

and you fall asleep again, only to be met with another nightmare!

you jolt awake in a cold sweat, trying to catch your breath

jihoon jolts up, too, reaching towards you to check if you're okay

"hey, hey, it's alright, you're okay. what happened?" he asks, turning on a lamp

"another nightmare..," you say, sighing

"you should've told me to stop the movie if it was too scary"

"it was a good movie, though"

"really?"

"can we cuddle?"

"what?"

"i'm really scared... if that happened to me, i don't know what i would do... how would i protect myself?"

he shakes his head, a small grin on his face

"come here, dummy," he says, opening his arms

you move into his arms, one arm under your neck, and the other wrapped around your body

"is this better? i'll protect you like this," he says, mainly as a joke

you laugh, shyly snuggling into him. "thank you, ji"

he hums. "you're lucky i love you," he says.

"i am"

and you sleep well for the rest of the night in his embrace ♡

thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed this short imagine. feel free to request many, many more prompts! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! ς(>‿<.))

[vqrtualheartss]

Can I request 42 miles having been with reader for a long while now, and like she already knows about miles being the prowler. So he kinda just comes in through her window and finds out she can sing, because she's singing when he comes but she doesn't notice him right away? And you can fill in the rest how you'd like.

If you can do this, thank you! No pressure though

♪ • My Beyoncé

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i still cannot believe that like, we're at 100. i love y'all Currently trying to create more gender-neutral writing or even mlm cause I'm tryna b inclusive so yea

Warnings — None, I think Genre — Fluff

"HUAHHHH" flopping down onto the bed I dragged a pillow beneath my face, muffling the minute long scream. Lordd, Isn't summer school supposed to be just shits and giggles? Why the hell did I get guilt-tripped into this―this is whack. Sluggishly, I sat up, removing my shoes and heading to the bathroom, raising and dragging my feet into the floor one by one getting there.

I shook my body looking into the mirror, closing and re-opening my eyes every two seconds to rid the tiredness. Ceasing, I took a deep breath...and then another one, smiling sheepishly before letting out laughter I didn't know I had in me. Am I really losing it cause of the heat? To keep myself somewhat awake I took on the task of washing my hair. yes. an everything shower.

Searching for something lightweight to wear, I found a ruffled short-sleeved top and random shorts from a sleeping set ―the other half I lost. Feeling more refreshed, it had me unsettled how the atmosphere felt more dull than calmer.

" A little music never hurt anybody right?" I sat on the bed, towels wrapped around my torso and hair, searching for the perfect queue of songs to play. I settled with the “For Whatever playlist” on standby for situations like these. Connecting to the speakers set beside the vanity table, I placed my phone face down to get myself dressed.

Before I knew it, clapping to the beats softly and doing whichever dance came to mind turned into navigating throughout my room with my waist, gradually singing louder than the music.

I sang from SWV

“Boy I'll do you all night long. Do you any way you want, I will do you all night long. I wanna please you, Don't wanna tease youu”

To Nicki

“I'd do anything that you say, anything. 'Cause you the boss, you the boss. You, you, you the boss, ayy”

I felt lighter in contrast to earlier, my eyes shut as my whole being absorbed the music. I barely sorted my hair out but ironic enough, I was about 35 songs deep into the playlist, jumping from the classics to Modern R&B, Rap, you name it —without skips too—

Then came on one of my favourites by Kehlani, ―You know wassup― and believe me when I say I sang that shit like I was going through itt. Almost embodying the lyrics, my face expressed every emotion brought on by the lyrics, my hands pointing from myself to the invisible person infront me.

“Why do I gotta beg to be chosen over your vices, over your liquor? Why I gotta ask for flowers? I deserve roses, I deserve bigger I know you're tryna change, but is it all worth the wait? It hurts to stay just as much as it hurts to walk away”

"Why you in here acting like I don't be treating you right ?" Ending off with a breathy chuckle, I turned around to see Miles getting comfortable on my windowsill. It was obvious how he came in, but why that way.

"You do know that I have a working door right?" He shrugged, a cheeky smirk taunting his lips. Piecing together two and two I pressed my lips into a hard line, bringing out my bottom lip with my index finger before pointing it at him. "How long have you been there?" Wrapping an arm around my torso, I placed the other hand on my cheek, anticipating his answer.

"Long enough to know my baby could give Beyoncé a run for her money. Esa voz podría hacerte ganar el apodo de ángel, mi amado" That voice could get you the name angel, my love. The space between us grew shorter as he stood infront my frame, placing his hands down on my hips. "oh puh-lease, you're just saying that" Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, trying to surpress the bending in the corners of my mouth.

"Okay, let me word it better for you. You're MYY Beyoncé"

"Oh really now"

"Yes and I mean it" Punctuating his sentence with a kiss, he continued "Got it?" I hummed a "Hm" hooking my arms behind his head. "Good"

©vqrtualheartss 2023 ©dae 2023

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Thanksgiving Reruns 2024--Chapter 3: Black Friday (pt. 1/3)

It’s that time again; the holidays!  I would like to wish all my followers who celebrate it a very happy Thanksgiving.  As a thank you to you (as well as my followers who DON’T celebrate), I present you with 3 Thanksgiving related stories I’ve written in the past.  Enjoy!

Title: Black Friday—Chapter 1 of 3

Rating: G

Words: 1442

Summary: CS as single parents AU. As the holidays approach, Emma’s son Henry and Killian’s daughter Alice ask for a specific storybook which will ONLY be available for purchase on Black Friday.

 Other Chapters: 1 2 4 5

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Black Friday—Chapter 1

One week before Thanksgiving

“Do you really think it’ll work?” she asked, leaning forward, eyes bright and delighted.

“It’s perfect!” he answered. “Trust me!  Our plan will work like a charm.  Just make sure you give him Miss French’s flier and make him see how much you want it.  I’ll do the same with her.  By Christmas, we’ll be celebrating our success.”

She grinned.  “Oh, I hope you’re right!  Can you imagine?  If we pull this off, everything will change forever!”

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The morning after Thanksgiving

The alarm clock roared to life as a way, way too enthusiastic version of Jingle Bell Rock blared from the speakers of her clock radio. Emma groaned, reaching blindly over to slam the button on the top of the alarm and make the noise stop.

3 am.  It was entirely too early for any sane person to be awake.  Even the early birds were still peacefully snoozing in their nests.  It was only the crazy humans, intent on getting the best deals on the best Christmas gifts who would submit themselves to this kind of torture.

She hoped the payout was worth it.

Her bed was so warm, so comfortable, that for a split second, Emma considered just forgetting about the whole thing and going back to sleep, but then she thought about Henry.

It had been a difficult year for him, for both of them really.  They’d had a great life in New York.  Her bail bonds gig had paid well enough that they could afford a wonderful apartment. Henry had lots of friends at school.  She’d had a guy she loved, a guy she really thought was the one.  He’d seemed great with Henry, and Henry had really liked him.  

Walsh had proposed a week before Halloween, and Emma had really considered saying yes.  Granted, she didn’t feel the epic, sweeping, melt-into-a-pile-of-goo passion you see in movies, but she did love Walsh, and he could be a wonderful addition to the little family circle she and Henry had put together.

At least that’s what she thought.

Emma had made up her mind to accept the proposal when it all went south.  Turns out Walsh wasn’t at all who he said he was.  He’d been playing a long con on her, doing his level best to steal her money and assets right from under her nose, and she felt like a fool for buying into it his b.s.  She was smarter than this!  She ran the honey trap on bail jumpers; she knew the playbook.  How did she fall for it?

She’d just so badly wanted that perfect, white-picket-fence life for herself, and especially for her ten-year-old son, that’s how.

After everything had so epically crashed and burned with Walsh, Emma had just wanted to get away.  She’d wanted–needed–a new start, and so when her brother David had mentioned the opening for a deputy in the tiny town of Storybrooke, Maine, where he lived with his wife Mary Margaret, Emma had jumped at the opportunity.

Within a week, she’d uprooted her whole life–and her son’s whole life–and moved to Storybrooke.  For the moment, she and Henry were crashing with David and Mary Margaret in their tiny loft apartment until Emma could find them their own place.

The move had been the most difficult on Henry.  All he’d ever known was back in New York–friends, school, entire lifestyle.  Small town Storybrooke was like a totally different world than the booming metropolis he was used to.  Her normally happy, vivacious kid had been quiet, almost withdrawn since they’d arrived in Storybrooke.

Emma knew kids were resilient, that Henry would bounce back, but she felt so damn guilty for causing him stress.

And so, naturally when Henry had come home a week ago, excitement bumped up to a level ten, talking a mile a minute and waving a flier in her face, Emma had taken notice.  Turns out the school librarian Belle French–who was also the owner and proprietor of “A Tale as Old as Time”, Storybrooke’s best (and only) bookstore–was holding a special Black Friday sale on a very special storybook, entitled Once Upon a Time.  She had one copy, and one copy only, and the rare book would normally sell for an exorbitant price–somewhere between an arm and a leg.  On Black Friday, however, she was offering the book for dirt cheap, but there was a catch.  The price was only good during the special, Black Friday early bird sale.  Doors opened at 4 am.   First person to touch the book had the opportunity to purchase it.

Henry had always loved stories, and he’d been particularly fascinated with fairy tales.  Naturally, a book chalk full of them would be right up Henry’s alley.  Faced with the prospect of getting Henry the perfect gift, the gift that would finally bring him some joy after the difficult last few weeks, it was a no brainer.

Waking up a few hours before the crack of dawn was a small price to pay for her kid’s happiness.

Emma pushed aside the covers and got up, throwing on the first pair of clean clothes she could find, twisting her hair into a messy bun, and then downing the strong coffee her sister-in-law had set to brew for her.  By the end of her second cup, she was feeling almost human, and she was ready to brave the hordes of Black Friday shoppers to attain her prize.

It was a quick, five minute walk to the center of town where “A Tale as Old as Time” was located, and Emma made it just as the cheerful brunette proprietor was unlocking the doors and letting her first customers in.  Emma knew just where her target was.  She’d scoped out the bookstore over the weekend, getting the lay of the land and mapping out her plan of attack.  She knew just where to go, and within sixty seconds of the store opening, she’d reached her target.  It was right there, in sight.

Emma reached for the book, her hand made contact–just as another hand did as well.

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Killian Jones had lived a difficult life.  He’d seen more heartache and tragedy in his thirty-five years of existence than most people did in a lifetime.  Aye, it had been an incredibly difficult life, but it did have one bright, shining spot.

His daughter Alice.

His one-night-stand with Alice’s mom, Eloise, had been a mistake of epic proportions, but Killian would never regret it, because it gave him the greatest blessing of his life, his precious little starfish.

Nine months after their dalliance, Eloise had suddenly showed up on his doorstep, placed their newborn daughter in his arms, and then walked out of their lives forever.  For himself, Killian couldn’t have cared less.  He felt nothing but revulsion for the woman who’d gotten him blind drunk and then taken advantage of him that night nine months ago.  In the bright morning light, he’d been disgusted with her, with himself, and with the entire sordid affair.  He’d have been more than happy if he never saw her noisome face again.

No, he didn’t care if she walked away from him, but his heart had broken at the fact that his tiny, perfect daughter had been abandoned by her mother.  Killian knew from first hand the agony of being abandoned by a parent, and it tore him up inside that his beloved daughter had to deal with it as well.

Though having a child was the farthest thing from his mind at the time, there’d never been any doubt what he would do.  Alice was his daughter, his precious child, and he would do right by her no matter what.

Ten years later, he thanked his lucky stars every single day that he’d made the choice to raise her.  Alice was the most important person in the world to him, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

So naturally, when she came home from school all excited about the book Miss French was selling, Killian knew exactly how he would be spending his very early Black Friday morning.

He’d arrived at “Tale as Old as Time” just as Miss French opened the doors.  He rushed to the back of the store, his prize in sight.

He grabbed the book just as a gorgeous blonde made contact.  

“Um excuse me,” she said with a frown.  “This book is mine.”

It appeared this shopping expedition was going to be more difficult–although possibly more intriguing–the blonde truly was breathtaking–than he’d expected.

Killian grinned.  He’d never backed down from a challenge, and he didn’t intend to begin now.

Next Chapter–>

[harmonyckrs]

Day 29 in Twisted Pleasantview: The World Gets Rebooted

THE PREVIOUS DAY

NAME: NOVA VIOLA MEADOW THAYER

LIFE STAGE: ROBOT

STATUS: DUPLICATED. 2/3 FUNCTIONING, 1 MALFUNCTIONED

SPECIAL NOTES: A robot built by Crystal and Lazlo before the takeover of Strangetown, now seized and used for malicious intent

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Dear Diary,

Just as Puck and I were about to leave, we overheard one of the robots, Meadow, outside. We decided to flee upstairs as she stepped in, before proceeding to tinker with one of the machines as she talked to herself. She was saying a lot of repetitive stuff like how the Day of Domination was going great and how she didn't have to do as much work, but there was one phrase that she would speak in between all of this:

"I miss my dad"

I guess there was probably still some heart in her, but I didn't want to be stuck on the second floor balcony of the Gieke lab so I decided to get some water and throw it down at her. Somehow I managed to hit her, and she started glitching before Puck and I sprinted past her to go outside. The two of us were about to run back towards where Lazlo was being held, but then I felt something hit me in the head and that was the last thing I could remember.

Melody: We did it. Pleasantview is ours.

???: Wonderful. Now I can complete the third stage of my revenge plan...

Melody: To kill Mortimer, that cheating creep who left you for a woman half his age?

???: Yes, to kill Mortimer. You know me so well, Melody. You're far more intelligent than my other daughter...now, to reset all the survivors' memories to the day we took Dina.

Melody: Thank you, Bella. Hearing that means a lot to me...you're like a mom to me. I can barely remember what the face of my real mom looked like since she left...

???: I'm sure they'll come back one day. Now, let's check to see how Pleasantview is doing...

Dear Diary,

Today fucking sucked, like usual.

Dirk was sick today, so I didn't get to see him at school. And when Angela and I came home, I caught Dad sleeping with the maid. Angela didn't believe me when I told her, claiming that I was lying just to tear the family apart, so I doubt Mom will believe me either. Guess I gotta keep it to myself and laugh in their faces later once they see the truth. WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN

WAKE UP! WE NEED TO SAVE THE WORLD FROM HER GRASP

Angela: Lilith, I'm sorry.

Lilith: (TELL HER TO GO AWAY.) Are you?

Angela: I am. And I know you can't remember anything right now, but I really wish we could be friends again. You remember when Dad used to take us to the park and we'd take turns pushing each other on the swings?

Lilith: (TELL HER TO GO AWAY!) Yeah...Why are you bringing this up?

Angela: I don't know. I'm just trying to distract myself from my thoughts. There's a voice in my head telling me to fight you, but I don't want to. You can hear it too, right?

Lilith: (SHUT UP!) Yeah. It's loud.

Angela: Let's work together to fight it, then.

There's a distant strumming of a guitar in the distance, but nobody is sure where it's coming from...

Lilith: (shut up) That guitar sounds really familiar...

Angela: Yeah! It sounds like...Ripp?

Lilith: Ripp...Reed...

Lilith: (Ripp Grunt and Reed Vandermorgan are the same person...and we've met before!...and we've met so many other people, too!...some of which are no longer with us...)

Lilith: Ripp is using his guitar to distract everyone in Pleasantview...or someone is playing his music from a speaker...

Lilith: (I think he's trying to wake everyone up to save Pleasantview! But there's one last thing we need to do to help him...)

Lilith: Angela, I know how we can save everyone.

Angela: You do?

Lilith: We need to get to the Fairy Realm. There's a man trapped there who's our key for freeing not just Pleasantview, but Strangetown and Veronaville too!

Lazlo: Another day stuck in this hellhole, and the stove just had to catch on fire...

???: Lazlo! We remembered what happened now! We want to apologize!

Lazlo: Huh?...Aktu? Hamza?

Hamza: When we slipped into that coma from resurrecting Nina, our memories came back! We're here to bust you out!

Aktu: And we're really sorry about trapping you here for all this time...and we fully understand if you want us dead.

Lazlo: Oh, you guys! I was never even mad at you! We're all just victims of Crystal...where's Zoya, though? Don't you need her to break the barrier?

Aktu: Yeah, but if we remove our portions, you should be able to break through regardless...it'll take a bit of strength, but we'll help you through it.

Lazlo: ...Oh, the grass feels so nice...and the breeze, too...

Aktu: My power feels...replenished. I feel as though I can whip up a thousand paintings in mere seconds.

Hamza: Same here. I feel much stronger than before...but we should find Zoya before we lose her to Crystal.

Lazlo: Right!...do we even know where she is?

Hamza: No clue. The last thing Aktu and I remembered from the invasion was seeing Brandi and Vidcund, who helped us break out, but...Zoya never granted anyone a wish. She doesn't have anyone.

Lazlo: Vidcund! I have to tell him I'm-

Hamza: Not now! His memories got erased with everyone from Pleasantview. We need to find Zoya first, then stop Crystal once and for all!

???: We want to help!

Hamza: What? Pleasantview children?

Angela: We're teenagers! We enter college in about one semester.

Hamza: Okay, and? What are you two even doing here?

Angela: We want to help you find your friend Zoya and end Crystal Vu's regime.

Aktu: I mean...

Lilith: Think about Brandi and Vidcund. You care about them, don't you? Let us offer you our help.

Lazlo: Let's just bring them along! What's the worst that could happen?

Hamza: ...If you say so, then sure.

THE NEXT DAY

[full-of-roman-angst-trash]

Wounded Even By Happiness CH.8

Masterpost

Next Chapter

The air is tense as Remus stares at Virgil. When he arrived that morning at his brother's house, the last thing he expected was to see the house in a state of absolute chaos. There was stuff thrown about everywhere. Broken glass littered the floor along with other trash. The entire house was covered in the wretched smell of liquor. The most concerning thing he saw however, was the bruise on Virgil’s arm.

So now here they were. A sense of Déjà vu and bittersweet nostalgia fills the air. Both of them have lost count of how often they’ve been in this exact spot. It seems like at least twice a week Remus is sat across from Virgil comforting after his most recent fight with Roman. 

But, this time it felt different. Remus has never seen Roman put his hands on Virgil. So seeing the bruise on Virgil’s arm felt almost surreal. He never thought his twin would get to the point of hitting his fiance. For once in a long time, he feels lost as to how to help Virgil. His mind seemingly unable to come up with any advice or comforting words.

“Does it still hurt?” Remus asks in a gentle voice. 

Virgil doesn’t respond for a couple seconds before shaking his head, “Not really. It only hurts when I touch it.”

There’s a minute of hesitation before Remus decides what question to ask next.

“Did he only hit you once?’ 

This time Virgil answers much quicker, “Yeah. He then felt bad and started apologizing. After that, we went to sleep.”

Remus nods and sighs, “Vee, why didn’t you leave after he hit you? You should have called one of your siblings and stayed at their house. Hell, you could have even called me. Why did you just forgive him?”

The questions seem to trouble Virgil. He knows Remus’ questions are reasonable and fair. He knows he should have left. He knows his siblings or Remus would have been more than happy to pick him up and help him. He could have left. He should have left. And yet he didn’t.

“I couldn’t just leave him like that Rem,” Virgil eventually answers in a small voice, “He looked so regretful and upset. If I had left, he might have hurt himself. I couldn’t just leave him in the state he was in. Plus, he looked like he genuinely felt bad when he was apologizing. I couldn’t stay mad at him.”

Remus sighs deeply and shakes his head, “He’s not going to change Virgil. How many times does he have to hurt you before you accept that? He does this every time!”

Virgil starts crying and looks down, “I know. But I love him. I can’t just leave him.”

Remus sighs again and looks at his brother’s room. He wonders what he’s doing behind the lock door. If he’s thinking about the pain he’s putting Virgil through. If he even remembers what happened the night before. If he’s even awake.

“Hey, my prince?” Roman looks at Janus and smiles softly, “Yes my sunflower?”

Janus blushes and smiles back at him before looking back at the sunset, “Thank you for today. I’ve had a lot of fun today.”

“Of course. I’m glad you had fun,” Roman responds as he also turns towards the sky.

For a minute, they allow the sound of nature to fall between them. The only other sound is the soft music playing from Janus’ speaker. The wind is cool, as the sun is replaced by the moon. The stars soon light up the dark night.

“Can I ask you a question, Ro?” Janus breaks the comfortable silence after a couple of minutes.

Roman nods, keeping his eyes on the moon, “Sure, what is it?”

“Why did you hit Virgil?”

The question shakes Roman to his core. He slowly turns to Janus, “What?”

Janus looks at Roman, his expression is full of hatred and disgust. It’s a face on would make if they came face to face with a horrible monster. It broke Roman that the look was directed at him. 

“Why did you hit Virgil?” Janus repeats the question, his voice laced with anger.

“I don’t… I don’t know… I just,” Roman makes a desperate attempt at vocalizing his endless thoughts, his brain failing to process the situation.

“You just what Roman?” Janus asks coldly, “You lost your temper? You acted out? You didn’t know what you were doing? Is that your excuse?”

Roman shakes his head as he scoots away from Janus. The peaceful night crumbles around him and morphs into a black void.

Janus stands up and looks down at Roman,“Or is it that you know you can just get away with hitting him? You know he loves you so much and he’s too kind to leave you so you just do whatever you want to him?”

“No!” Roman finally finds his voice, “I genuinely didn’t want to hurt him! I was drunk and angry! It wasn’t my fault! Please, you have to believe me Jan!”

There is a moment of silence before Janus scoffs, “Of course it isn’t your fault. Nothing ever is. The rest of the world is to blame for your actions, right?”

Roman doesn’t respond, his words once again getting caught in his throat. He wants to speak. He wants to defend the image that Janus has of him. He doesn’t want Janus to see how horrible of a person he is. Anyone but Janus can see that side of him.

Janus looks away from Roman, “You’re not a good person, Dazai. Abusing someone as kind and loving at Virgil. Pushing away your brother just because you’re too scared to get close to him. Being rude to Logan who is working so hard to keep your career going and get you working. Breaking your bond with Patton and refusing to give him the closure he deserves because you don’t want to admit that his humanity scares you.”

Roman knows it’s true. But hearing it makes it unbearable. He wants to deny it. He really does. But he can’t. So, he knows there’s no point in doing so. He just looks down and allows Janus to call out all his imperfections.

“I can’t believe I ever loved such a horrible and disgusting person.”

Roman wakes up with a jolt. He quickly sits up in bed and looks around. It was a dream. Of course it had to be. Roman doesn’t know why he thought for a second that it was reality. Janus is dead. He died never learning just how horrible Roman truly is. 

Roman tries to get up. But, the second he does, he feels an overwhelming nauseous hit him. He immediately doubles over and throws up into the floor. Roman isn’t sure if it’s the horrible hangover he has or the truth hitting him at full force that makes him so anxious. But, in the end it doesn’t matter much.

Roman quickly stands up and starts stumbling out of his room. His weak arms barely allow him to open his door. He doesn’t notice Virgil and Roman as he makes his way to the front door. He doesn’t bother getting his keys as he walks outside. His knees are weak, threatening to give out as he makes his way to the cemetery.

The second he gets to his destination, he falls to his knees. All he can do is cry pathetically in front of the small grave. The grave with his one true soulmate’s name engraved into it.

[brynnwrites]

california winter - spencer reid

college!spencer x college roommate!reader

warnings: narrowly avoided assault situation

Spencer Reid, your fellow young prodigy, doubled as both your best friend and extremely annoying roommate. You were both only eighteen, exceptionally young for being college graduates. Spencer was working towards his doctorate in psychology while you were doing stem cell research in a lab near CalTech. You had a routine, and it was good.

Most of the time.

"Spencer, go to bed," you groaned, slumping through the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He was sat at the small dining room table, hunched over a stack of flash cards. "Studying," he mumbled, barely acknowledging your presence.

"Can you study without blasting Mozart?" You huffed, one hand on your hip as you sipped at your water. "I'm trying to get some beauty sleep before I have to stare at a microscope for twelve hours straight."

"Studies show that classical music increases productivity and enhances brain activity," he rattled off nonchalantly, always speaking as though he was Google incarnate.

"And studies show that a lack of sleep does the complete opposite." You pressed stop on his speaker.

He looked up at you finally, leaning over to turn it back on. "Classical music should help you fall asleep faster."

"Yeah, well, it's doing the opposite," you snipped, punching the stop button again. "Haven't you ever heard of headphones?"

Always stubborn, the soon-to-be young doctor pressed play again without missing a beat. "And damage my perfectly fine hearing? No, thank you.”

You groaned, stomping away to put your empty glass in the sink. "You can be an absolute prick sometimes."

When you turned to glare at him, he had the audacity to look amused. "Did you just call me a British slang term for a penis?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, I did. Prick, dick, twisted up ballsack. Take your pick, I've got plenty of options."

"You can be so childish," he scoffed, returning his gaze back down to the card in his hands.

Now that, that turned your blood hot. No one ever, ever called you childish. In fact, you spent your whole life proving to people you weren't childish, especially in college when you were at least four years younger than everyone else. It struck a nerve that you knew Spencer knew about.

You turned on your heel and strode over to the door, heaving on your jacket and slip on shoes.

"Where are you going? It's nearly one in the morning," he questioned, though he didn't bother to look at you.

You almost didn't dignify him with an answer, but decided it was ultimately safest to at least give him an idea of where you would be. "Taking a walk around the block. Hopefully by then you'll finish jacking off to Mozart and I can get some sleep."

He spun around to face you then, and you almost reconsidered the Mozart masturbation joke until he spoke, suddenly very serious. "Taking a walk? This late? In Pasadena?"

"That's what I said." You crossed your arms. "Keep up. I thought you were a genius."

He stood, lightning quick, shaking his head. "Uh-uh. You're not going out this late by yourself, especially not dressed like that."

That was it. Your vision turned nearly blurry with the force of annoyance and anger flooding through your veins.

"Who do you think you are?" You snapped. "You're not my dad. You can't tell me where I can't go and especially not what I can and can't wear."

He huffed out an incredulous laugh. "I'm not saying you shouldn't go out dressed like that because it's...provocative. I'm saying it's forty-five degrees outside and you'll freeze in tiny shorts and a tank top."

You snorted, tugging your jacket a little tighter as you zipped it up. "I have a jacket. I'll be fine. Have fun with your notecards."

Before he could get another word in, you flicked the lock on the door and slipped out. You heard him calling your name but ignored him. You just needed a simple walk around the block to clear your head and make Spencer see that he really got under your skin this time. By morning you would be back to being the best of friends.

You turned down the street once outside the apartment building, bristling in the chilly night air. It was pretty chilly even for winter in California, but you would never admit that Spencer was right.

You turned at the next road sign, continuing to walk until you could feel the pressure in your chest dissipating. You breathed out puffs of white vapor into the air, stuffing your hands in your pocket. It was then you realized you had left your phone in your room at the apartment. 

Not having any way of contact did make you a little uneasy, but you shrugged it off. You would be back in a few minutes, and hadn't seen a single soul out in the streets yet.

Until you looked up and realized you didn't recognize any of the buildings you were walking past. Well, you knew a few of them from briefly passing on the bus, but you had no idea where you were in reference to your apartment.

You decided to turn around, willing yourself not to panic. You would be fine. Worse comes to worse, you find a little 24 hour diner or something and ask to use their phone to call Spencer. You continued to walk with your head down, trying your best to remember which turns you had taken.

You felt pretty confident you were headed in the right direction, beginning to recognize a handful of businesses. You knew you were close, and you assumed that if you headed straight you would get back to the apartment building relatively soon. Until you began to feel someone watching you.

It was a niggling in the back of your mind that, at first, you shrugged off as being paranoid. Nonetheless, you picked up your pace a little, ignoring the slight burn of your thighs rubbing together from your short pajama shorts.

"Hey, sweetheart." It was a raspy voice that called out from behind you.

No. No, no, no. Your thoughts began to race and your pace faltered.

"Where you going this late at night?" Another voice asked.

Shit, he's not alone. Your heart began to gallop, your eyes searching for somewhere, anywhere with lights still on. Nothing on the strip where you were walking was open this late.

"It's not polite to ignore a couple of gentlemen, you know." The first voice spoke again. He sounded gruff. Slimy. Disgusting.

Without thinking for a moment longer, you broke into a sprint. You were prepared to jump out in the street and stop a car if you had to, all you knew was you had to get away from these men or you would be a victim like the ones in the true crime books Spencer was always reading.

Spencer.

Oh, he would have an absolute heart attack if he knew what was happening right now. Was he worried? Or did he just go back to studying? Had he tried to call you and realized your phone was still there?

Spencer, help! You screamed in your mind, knowing it was no use. You weren't delusional enough to think that you could reach him telepathically. Still, you repeated it in your mind like a mantra. Spencer! Spencer, please! Spencer, help me!

It was in that moment, your heart threatening to burst along with your heaving lungs that you realized Spencer was the one you thought about in a near death situation. Not just because he was your roommate or best friend or because he was the closest person geographically to you at the moment.

I love you, Spencer. The words came to you without you trying. You realized that if you had one thing left to say before you went, that would be it. You loved him. You were in love with him.

Clarity dawned on you as your mind flickered through memories. It had been in the background, like a soft hum, throughout your entire time with Spencer. Everything you did for him, you did with him, everything he meant to you. Love was there.

And you refused to be kidnapped, killed, or hurt in any way before he knew that.

You doubled forward with renewed speed, screaming when you felt a hand touch you shoulder. They were close, you knew they were. They must have been wearing boots, their footsteps heavy as your pounding heart.

That's when you collided with something.

Someone.

You dared to open your eyes, releasing a sob when familiar, amber colored eyes stared back at you, wide with fear.

"Y/N? Are you okay? Why are you-" he was out of breath, and you assumed he must have run towards you when he saw you sprinting. "Get the fuck away from her!"

"Oh, yeah? Who are you? Her boyfriend?" One of the men sneered.

"I am," he asserted, without missing a beat. "I swear if either of you so much as laid a finger on her, I'll make sure you never touch anything again."

He pushed you behind his slender frame and you clung to his shirt.

"She was just about to show us a good time," one of them chuckled.

"Yeah," the other snorted. "What are you gonna do about it? You're just a pipe cleaner with googly eyes."

You tugged on his faded CalTech tee shirt. "Spencer, let's go, come on."

Without hesitation, Spencer whipped out his phone and a can of pepper spray. "The cops are already on the way. I'd hate for them to have to drag you into the car because your eyes are burning."

"Aww, he has some pepper spray," the taller man teased mockingly. "How cute."

They stepped closer when a baring siren cut through the otherwise silent atmosphere.

"Shit," one of the men said and they mumbled between themselves before taking off in the opposite direction.

"You called the cops to come look for me?" You asked, breathless and shaking as he turned to face you.

His eyes were wide. "Well, I thought it was an overreaction, but when I found your phone still by your bed it scared me to death and I came out here and couldn't find you—”

You cut him off by leaning up and capturing his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his tentatively. He melted into your touch, eagerly reciprocating as he moved his lips against yours.

You both pulled back panting, your foreheads touching as you tried to calm your racing hearts.

"When I was running from them," you gulped, "all I could think about is you and how in love with you I am, Spencer. I was so scared that I wouldn't get to to tell you."

He chuckled, a smile on his face as he pulled you closer by the waist. "It's not funny, but it is kinda ironic that I was thinking the exact same thing the moment you stepped out the door. I'm such an idiot sometimes."

It was your turn to laugh. "You're an idiot? I think I'm the idiot for walking out like that in the dead of night."

"Well, yeah, that was a little stupid, I'll admit," he rubbed circles on the small of your back with his fingertips. "Good thing you had your knight in shining armor here to save you."

You thumped his chest lightly with a giggle. "I knew this would go straight to your ego."

The police arrived and Spencer assured them you were okay now. You have them a statement on the men who harassed you and they put in a report to be on the lookout for them. You and Spencer then returned to the apartment, your hands clutched around his arm.

When you arrived back, you were both shivering. You shed your jacket and Spencer toed off his slippers, instructing you to sit on the couch while he made some hot cocoa.

"I can't believe you, Spencer Reid, stood up to two men who probably had knives, with my hot pink pepper spray," you snickered as he handed you your mug.

His cheeks tinged light pink as he sat next to you, a comfortable space between you before he gave in and pulled you close to his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, stroking your shoulder with his arm around you. "And I'd do it over and over if it kept you safe. Just promise me you'll never scare me like that again?"

Your giggles faded as you were overwhelmed with the emotions rushing between you two. You were scared he had maybe been caught up in the adrenaline from earlier and didn't really feel the same for you. Those doubts were put to rest when he set both your mugs down on the end table and pulled you fully into his lap facing him.

"If you're worried about what I said down there, I meant it, Y/N," he said softly, running his fingers up and down your spine. "I think I've known since I was fourteen years old that it was always going to be me and you."

You tried to hold back the moisture pooling in the corners of your eyes. You carded your fingers through his sandy brown curls, taking in every feature of his casually stunning face. You loved every inch of him, mind, body, and soul.

"I'm yours, as long as you want me," you whispered.

He grinned, hugging you close to his chest. His lips were close to your ear, and you could feel the smile on them. "Looks like you're stuck with me forever then."

You leaned back, holding out your pinky finger like you used to make him promise back in freshman year. "Pinky on it?"

His smile widened impossibly more as he hooked his slender pinky around yours, drawing your hand up and kissing your intertwined fingers. "Pinky promise."

You spent the rest of the evening with lips, limbs, and sweet words tangled up in each other on the thrusted couch in your living room, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Even if it meant you were now definitely too tired for work the next day.