#also I was laying down and then saw this outfit and was like hey lemme write this

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: reader is mentioned wearing a dress and corset, mentions of a butt plug, pet play? kinda

very specific thought I have sometimes when I online shop: deku likes to buy your clothes for you. not in a weird, controlling way really—he just has certain��.visions of you in the things he sees. and he’s a little obsessive on his worse day, and he knows he won’t ever get the image of you in those pants if he doesn’t buy them for you immediately.

he’s a little bit of an idiot though, is scammed damn near every week because instagram wont stop promoting those websites that sell all might themed undies and those knee highs with his own face plastered all over them. he says it’s worth it though, when the clothing comes and he surprises you with them with the hope of a fashion show.

he sits on the side of the bed, biting at his thumb nail, staring at your moving shadow from under the en-suite bathroom door. he brought you a baby blue dress with fluffy white buttons up the chest, a matching corset that he’s waiting to tie up, the bunny ears that came with it, and a pair of blue boots with fuzzy ears on top. it’s ridiculous, you told him the moment he showed it to you. I’m not some show pony, you poke at him when you take the clothes in hand. You’re just a perv, you mutter as you close the bathroom door behind you, ready to try it all on.

And you feel so stupid when you come out, all fuzzy and blue, ready to ask if you should hop over to him. But Izuku looks damn near in awe, eyes rounded and his hands in the air, reaching out for you, quietly telling you to turn around for him. You don’t expect for him to rush over to you, to hook his chin over your shoulder, to whisper about how pretty you are, for his warm and large hands to tie the corset so gently, that your breath stutters from his closeness.

“You like it?” You ask him, looking at him from under your lashes, watch how his big emerald eyes damn near sparkle as he takes you all in. Izuku hesitates before he answers with a nod, guilty eyes fluttering over to another unopened box you hadn’t seen by the door.

“I think the whole outfit will be complete with one last finishing touch.” He murmurs, doesn’t let your turn in his hold, grabs you tight against him as he hides his warmed cheeks in your neck.

“Which is?” You hum, swaying a little, letting the high skirt of the dress tug up even higher against the very obvious bulge resting at the curve of your ass. Izuku pauses for a moment, before he whispers into your skin,

“A bunny tail butt plug. Just for the aesthetic.” He tacks the last part on quickly, seals it with a kiss against your jaw, groans a little when you gasp. You eye the package now, suddenly interested in this little get up, finally understanding his pervy little methods. You smile though, wide, and stroke the hand resting around your stomach, the other carding through Izuku’s thick locks.

“Just for the aesthetic.” You agree and, you swear, you feel his entire body tremble behind you.

[bloody-peach]

Straight to Video (Hazbin Hotel: StaticMoth x F!Reader smut fic)

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Now Playing: Get You Closer, Traumfrau, Government Hooker (d00nik remix) [slowed], She's My Collar (slowed and reverb) [PLEASE listen to any or all of these while reading this, with headphones preferably, you will thank me later]

Goodie bag: threesome (m x f x m), sex tape, voyeurism, masturbation (male), exhibitionism, girl on girl, foreplay, lingerie, oral sex (giving & receiving, M & F), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, colored cum, flavored cum, double penetration, Spanish pet names, hypnosis kink, bondage, bukkake, creampie, Jacob's Ladder, ahegao [let me know if i missed anything!]

A/N: Hey! I fixed the fic! Enjoy! Have some links for visuals:

Your lingerie outfit (same set-up, but the color is a red/blue combo): X

The set: X

Lily: X

Nadia: X

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @moths-and-mantids @neonvehk @pinkhimecat and other StaticMoth fans!

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“Hey, who was that bitch that writes for me?” Valentino asked. He was laying on the couch in Vox's office, bored out of his mind. “Which one?” Vox asked, at his desk, working though time slots for shows on his station. Valentino gestured with his hand, a cigarette between his fingers as he spoke, “You know, the one we hired who wore that cute pink dress.” Vox instantly recognized the image. “Y/N?” he asked. Val leaned his head back over the arm rest to look at Vox. “Yeah, that one. What’s she up to? Tell her to come over, maybe we can have some fun with her.” Vox sighed as he called her up from the main screen on his desk.

Valentino was always talking about her, even though he couldn’t even remember her name. They met her when she applied for a writing job at Vox’s studio. He looked over her writing and determined that it was more suited for Valentino’s business. To be fair, by how her body looked, she seemed more suited to be in front of the camera instead of behind the scenes. He couldn’t deny imagining what a cock would look like between those breasts or deep in her ass, and how cute she’d look with cum covering her face and how her mouth would look wrapped around a cock. No wonder Val immediately accepted her application. But then again, her scripts were pretty good too. The scenarios she could come up with and the detailed descriptions of the setting, plot, and characters were truly a godsend for Val. Vox also couldn’t deny that he found Y/N adorable, the way she flustered when she spoke to him, and how she always dressed in the cutest outfits. There were times where she was shy, but there were also times where she could be sassy, witty, and straight to the point, a side that Vox loved. And even then, he could tell from the look in her eyes that there was another side of her, a whole other woman just begging to be let out.

Maybe this was the time.

You were working on scripts at home when you heard a call coming from the TV. You had your TV set up so you could get video calls from anyone whenever you were needed, and it was very convenient since you always left your phone somewhere you could never remember. You set your laptop down and answered the call, smiling when you saw Vox and Val’s faces. “Hey, what’s up? Wait, lemme guess. You want me to work on another script?” Vox chuckled, saying, “Oh, Y/N. You know how to get to the point. I love that about you.” Valentino rolled his eyes, taking a sip from a glass of red wine that a servant brought to him. Vox continued, “We need you to come in for a special project. Valentino here has an idea for a new adult film series, and we need someone with your skills to write it.” He gestured to Valentino. “What do you think?” he asked the moth man. Valentino smiled, saying, “Yes, we need you to do the writing, but also…you’ll be the star of the show.” He crossed his arms as he continued. “I want everyone to know your face, pastelito. You are quite the sight to look at, after all.” Vox chuckled, shaking his head. Vox focused back on Y/N, assuring her, “As usual, Valentino has some great ideas, Y/N. It’s going to be a huge hit. Honestly, I don’t blame him for wanting you to be the star. I still remember when I interviewed you on my show, and you’re a natural in front of the camera. With your writing skills, this will be a smash hit all across Hell. What do you say?”

You were left blushing, flattered that they thought you were good enough for one of Valentino’s films. Just the thought of performing in front of so many people, admiring you and your body. Your flustered state was noticeable in your voice as you smiled and answered, “Oh my…well, sure, I don’t mind. When should I head on over?” Valentino perked up, clapping his hands together. “That’s the spirit, mi reina! You’re the best, Y/N!” He grinned, then gave Vox a victorious look. Vox nodded, a small smile on his face. “Excellent! Could you be here tomorrow morning? We have a few concepts to go over, and we want to hit the ground running.” Vox hesitated for a moment then chuckled nervously, saying, “Oh, and we may need to do a, uh, ‘casting call’ of sorts. To find the perfect co-star. Valentino has some…specific ideas about who he wants.” Valentino leaned back, sipping his wine. He added, “And if you could wear something…revealing? It’ll help us visualize. I want this to be the best it can be. We’ll have Velvette call you sometime today so you two can work out an outfit.” He batted his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette. The smoke formed a perfect heart, which he blew towards Y/N, encircling her face when it hit their screen. You blushed red, secretly getting aroused at the idea. “Sure thing. Just tell me what to do when I get there and I’ll do it. See you then, love you!”

Vox watched as Y/N hung up the call, a smile growing on his face. He turned to Val, saying, “She loves it when you tell her what to do. Fuck, that’s adorable.” Valentino chuckled, shaking his head then saying, “Of course, mi amor. You know I can't resist the obedient type.” Valentino took another sip of his wine, swirling it around in the glass. “She’s going to be perfect for this role. I can already see the box covers,” Valentino said, already lost in thought. That was when there was a call coming from the screen. It was Y/N again. When it was answered, her face was flushed and she was so shy, avoiding eye contact. “Um…yeah…I have an idea for a costar, or costars. Do you think maybe..you and Val would be willing to join me? I’d be totally down for that, but if you guys don’t want that, it’s okay. Just an idea.”

Vox’s screen froze for a moment, his eyes wide, his screen glitching to his BSOD for a millisecond. He looked at Valentino, who was equally surprised. They didn’t have to trick you, you were asking for it. The moth demon gave a sly grin as he said, “Well, now that’s an interesting idea.” He took another drag of his cigarette and blew another heart, but then put a full heart on the inside, both more elaborate. “We’d be honored, Y/N. Honestly, I was hoping you’d ask that,” Valentino purred. The look in his eyes showed that he was already undressing her in his mind. Vox cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “O-Of course, Y/N. We’ll do whatever it takes to make this the best it can be. Remember, any other ideas you have, let us know,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. You smiled, happy that your request was accepted. “Perfect! I’m so happy you agree! I’m down for any scenario you want. The only other thing I request is no hitting or choking. Abuse porn is not my thing. I’ll leave you to it, see ya tomorrow. Bye!” you said. The last thing you did before hanging up was blow a kiss to the both of them.

Vox couldn’t help but feel a slight blush appear on his cheeks. Valentino, however, pouted a bit. “How disappointing. I was really looking forward to a good slap or two.” He sighed and took a sip of his wine. Vox turned to Valentino and said, “Hey, she’s already willing to let us fuck her and she’ll do whatever we tell her. I think her request is reasonable enough.” Val shrugged, accepting defeat. Vox stretched his arms and said, “Ah man, I am so looking forward to tomorrow.” Valentino chuckled and took one last drag of his cigarette, blowing a heart and then an arrow, shooting through the heart. “Me too..”

The next morning, you headed over to the studio, excited while also aroused. You wore a long but stylish coat to hide the outfit you were wearing underneath. You reached the main room and knocked on the door before entering it, seeing Vox browsing through his tablet while Valentino was pacing back and forth, a cigarette in his mouth. “Hey, I’m here!” you cheerfully announced. The sound of your voice caused the boys to turn and smile, Valentino reaching you first. “Ah, perfect timing, Y/N!” He said, taking a drag of the cigarette, the reddish-pink smoke drifting around you like a snake coiling around its prey. Vox quickly finished his work on the tablet, before putting it away and walking up to you with a smile on his face. “Morning, darling. Let’s get started, shall we?” he said as he gestured towards the bed. Valentino flicked his cigarette into an ashtray, making a tiny heart shape with the ash. “Hold it, Voxy. I think Y/N needs to show us what she’s going to wear for the shoot,” he said. He then leaned close to you, saying in a seductive voice, “What do you have for us, sweetheart?” You blushed, but you cleared your throat and said, “Well..Velvette helped me with this one..I had it custom made yesterday.” The men sat in their respective chairs as you took off the coat and revealed what you were wearing: a very revealing lingerie set, colored in red and blue, with small bows covering your nipples and with matching crotchless panties, a bow on the front of them. The lingerie left very little to the imagination, due to the lack of fabric.

The instance they saw it, they had different reactions. Valentino's eyes widened in surprise and desire as he leaned forward in his chair, while Vox had an almost bodily reaction, his body tensing up and him having to grip the armrest tightly to keep him from cumming in his pants. You blushed from being so exposed, but felt so turned on as well. Valentino was the one to break the silence, standing up, gently grabbing your chin, and purring as his accent became more pronounced, “Oh, mi hermosa princesa .. You truly look like an angel fallen from heaven. What a divine blessing..” He turned to his boyfriend, saying, “What do you think, Voxy?” Vox’s eyes roamed hungrily over your body, taking in every curve and contour. You truly did look like a fallen angel, a beauty rejected by God and gifted to them personally. He gulped and tried to recover from the shock as he wiped the drool from his mouth. “That’s…quite the ensemble you have there. Very fitting for our project,” he admitted, swallowing thickly. He let out a deep breath, feeling his cock throb in his pants and a chill go up his spine as he let out a shaky breath. He then stood up from his chair, walking over to you. “Come on. Let’s see how you’ll look in our film.” His hand reached out, gently guiding you towards the bed. Valentino followed suit, his eyes never leaving your body as he walked with them. “Yes, show us how you move in that thing. I know you’re just itching to have our hands on you,” he growled, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

You looked at the set up, seeing the cameras aimed at the bed. The bed was large enough for five people, the black and red silk bedding reflecting in the harsh spotlights. The black curtains behind it absorbed the lights from the spotlight, leaving the bed and anything on it in the foreground. You could feel the plush carpeting under your feet, soft to the touch. You got on the bed and laid on your back, your arms over your head to show off your entire body. The men could see that you were already a bit aroused, some of your juices lightly soaking the edges of the crotchless section of your panties, making your pussy glisten under the lights. Valentino’s eyes widened at the sight of your arousal, his wings twitching in excitement. He took a step closer, inhaling deeply. “Oh, Peachy, you’re so wet for us. It’s intoxicating,” he said, his voice thick with lust. Vox cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure, or whatever was left of it. “I see we’ve made an impression on you already. That’s a good sign,” Vox said, his gaze never leaving your body.

Vox grabbed a camera and looked through the viewfinder, almost drooling at the sight. “Now, let’s try a few different positions to see which one suits the scene best.” He walked around the bed, examining you from different angles. “Spread your legs a bit more, darling. We need to see how the lighting hits you,” Vox said. You nodded and spread your legs, showing that from the lack of fabric on the panties, your pussy was shaven completely smooth. Your pussy lips started to twitch slightly, your arousal growing by the minute. Vox moved the camera towards her face and she became shy, having to turn her face away as your face flushed. Valentino’s eyes narrowed as he smiled, his wings twitching again. “Oh, Y/N, eres hermosa. I can’t wait to touch you and make you scream my name,” he whispered into her ear, his voice filled with desire. Vox noticed your smooth pussy and he couldn’t help but lick his lips as he smiled. “That’s perfect, darling. Now, let’s see how you look from above,” he said, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself above you, camera still in hand. He noticed you avoiding the camera, and a spark of concern flickered in his mind. He moved the camera aside and asked in a slightly concerned voice, “You okay, Y/N?” You opened your eyes and said, “Yeah…I’m just..a bit shy…since it’s you guys.” Vox smiled warmly, “You look so cute, all flushed and embarrassed.” Valentino smiled as he agreed with his lover, “She is, and she’s all ours, mi amor.” She may have looked cute, but they couldn’t film a porno if their star couldn’t even face the camera. Luckily, Vox knew what to do in moments like these. Sometimes, the girls would need a boost of confidence to help them through filming, so Vox would come in and use his hypnosis to help them out. It wasn’t as intense as his usual hypnosis, anyone under it was still aware afterwards. They just felt more ready for any situation, including having sex in front of a camera. Today would be no different. Vox gently cupped your cheek and turned you to face him, saying softly, “Hey, hey, look at me.” You opened your eyes and looked at him. Vox activated his hypnotic eye and smiled, saying, “You can handle this, right?” You felt something influencing your thoughts, your shyness slowly start to fade away. You felt a boost of confidence deep in your mind and you were able to look at him more straight forward. “Yeah,” you said, your voice a bit more confident. “I can handle it..” Vox smiled, saying, “That’s the spirit, darling. I have no doubt you’ll do great in this project.” He then leaned in and kissed you, his lips brushing against yours. His tongue slid into your mouth, tasting your desire.

Vox broke the kiss, saying, “Now, don’t worry, babe. We may be in charge here, but we’ll take good care of you.” Valentino smirked, watching them. “It’s true, sweetheart,” Val chimed in. “We’ll make sure you enjoy every single moment of it.” Valentino took a drag of a cigarette he lit and blew it towards your way, the scent easing you into a more calm state. Vox got off the bed and backed away to stand next to Valentino, sitting the camera back on its tripod. “Oh, this movie will get everyone talking…now, let’s begin,” Valentino said. With that, he snapped his fingers and summoned two of his girls to come forward, women you recognized from the studio. They were both the same height, one was blonde with crystal blue eyes and the other a redhead with emerald green eyes. Both were of similar build, slim build with large and round breasts, wearing cute lingerie. “Y/N, you remember Lily and Nadia? I know how much you like them, so I brought them in to help us with the production. I’m sure you won’t mind playing with them for our film,” Val spoke, a chuckle in his voice as he recalled the look of awe on your face on that day. The girls had silk ropes in their hands and they gently took your hands and wrists, tying them to the bedposts, leaving only enough slack for you to move your arms slightly. ‘Must be part of the script,’ you thought. Valentino smiled and said, “Perfect! Go ahead, ladies. She’s all yours.” With a flip of a switch, Vox turned on the cameras and the girls got to work. The girls got on the bed, their hands trailing down your body, teasingly rubbing your nipples and caressing your stomach. “You look so cute, Y/N,” Nadia murmured, her breath hot against your ear. Lily leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck, whispering, “I bet you taste amazing.”

You could feel the girls’ hands roaming all over your body, their fingers and palms brushing along your sensitive areas, all of it causing a moan to escape your lips. Valentino walked up to the side of the bed, his hand cupping your cheek to turn you towards him. “That’s a good girl,” he purred, his Spanish accent thickening. “Now, let’s see how you react to this.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, tangling with yours in a hot and sensual dance, a drop of pink saliva dripping down your chin. Meanwhile, Vox stood behind the camera, watching everything unfold, a smirk across his face. One of the girls, Nadia, trailed her tongue down your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. Once Nadia got between your legs, she cooed, “Aww, even your pussy is cute.” With that, Nadia proceed to eat you out, which caused you to break the kiss to moan and arch your back in pleasure. Valentino grinned, admiring your reaction to Nadia’s skills. “That’s it, baby,” he purred. “Let go and enjoy yourself.”

Meanwhile, Lily moved up to your breasts, sucking on one nipple while her free hand tweaked and pinched the other. “You taste so good,” she murmured, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh. As you moaned from the pleasure you were receiving, you saw Valentino take his clothes off and show his hard cock. You marveled at the sight, admiring its thickness and its lavender hue that faded to a bright pink towards the head. He walked closer and took hold of your head with one hand while barely brushing the tip of his cock on your lips. You could already taste his pre-cum smeared on your lips, the taste of sour watermelon on your tongue igniting your hunger. When Valentino pulled back to test your need, he smiled as he saw you stick your tongue out just enough to barely touch the tip as you licked at the pre-cum. “Such an eager little thing… Now, open your mouth for me, mi dulce ,” Valentino said in a low and seductive voice. Valentino then brought his cock closer to you, opening your mouth as instructed, and watched as it slid so easily inside. He could feel you immediately starting to suck it, causing him to groan, a pleasurable chill going up his spine. “God, you're good, baby… Go on… Go on and take it..” he said, his voice soft with desire. “I can’t wait to fuck you..”

Vox watched, kicking his pants aside. “She’s incredible,” he said, stroking his own hard cock. “I knew she’d be perfect for this project.” The girls continued to tease and pleasure you, Nadia eating you out and fingering you. Your moans mixed with Valentino’s groans, filling the room with the sounds of your pleasure. “You’re gonna make us cum so hard, I can already tell,” Valentino said, his hips moving slowly. You sucked hungrily on his cock as you moaned from the girls’ actions. Vox walked closer to get a good look, admiring the view as he kept stroking his cock. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. “She’s so into it,” he groaned out, his hand moving faster. “I better get to join in soon, it’s really getting hard to resist.”

Valentino thrust into your mouth, his hips moving in time with Nadia’s fingers as they pumped inside you. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Take it all in.” The girls continued their ministrations, their hands and tongues keeping the pleasure flowing. “Oh, she’s really getting off to this. Look how wet she is,” Nadia said as she moved her head out of the way and spread your soaked pussy, showing it to the camera. “I can’t wait to see her cum,” Nadia said before she continued her duties. Your moans filled the room, your body arching with pleasure as you took Valentino deeper into your throat and Nadia flicked your clit with her tongue. Every sound and movement was captured by the cameras, destined to be immortalized on film.

Valentino groaned, his hips moving faster. “Fuuuuck..” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” Vox felt that same sentiment, his hand moving faster on his cock. Your orgasm was like a tidal wave, your body shaking with pleasure. Your muffled moans echoed through the room, the vibrations sending Valentino in a frenzy, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he came. Vox came at the same time, his cum landing on your belly and breasts. You swallowed all of Valentino’s cum greedily, not missing a drop. When he finally pulled out, a few shots of Valentino’s cum landed on your face and breasts, mixing with Vox’s in the process.

Vox looked at the aftermath of Valentino’s fun with you, the man’s cock glistening with your saliva and his pink-colored cum. “Damn, Val,” he said, his voice showing he was impressed. “You really outdone yourself this time.” Valentino smirked and chuckled, “Thank you, mi amor. But I think it’s your turn with our little princesa .” Val snapped his fingers, signaling Lily and Nadia to leave. Once the two girls left, Vox walked to the foot of the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling them up straight as he held your ankles, a devilish smirk on his face as his cock rested on your mound. “I can’t wait to see how you take this,” Vox said, his voice dripping with lust. You felt a mix of desire and slight concern as you saw Vox’s cock. It looked even bigger than Valentino’s, his cock a deep black, but with an electric blue color towards the head, along with a Jacob’s Ladder down the underside of the shaft, which was brushing along your clit. “T..That’s so big..h..how will it even fit..?” you asked, but your hips were already trying to get his cock inside you. Vox’s screen flickered with anticipation as he watched your failed attempts, finding you adorable. He smiled, his eyes filled with desire. “Don’t worry, baby girl,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

He positioned his cock to prod against your pussy and he slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you in the most pleasurable way. “Oh, fuck..You’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips moving slowly at first. Valentino watched from the sidelines, letting the two take the spotlight for a bit. “She’s amazing, isn’t she? She’s taking our cocks like a pro. And here we were, making her write shit while she was ripe for the picking.” Val purred. You moaned, your body adjusting to the invasion. Your hips moved in time with Vox’s, your face contorted in desire. “That’s it, baby,” Vox said, his pace picking up as he went deeper. “Let’s see how much more you can take.” You moaned at each thrust, “Ahh…ohh..mm…Vox…f…feels so good..ohh…aahh..” You could feel the Jacob’s Ladder rubbing along your walls, stimulating you with a mix of pleasure and pain. Vox gripped your hips and groaned as his hips moved faster. “You’re so fucking tight, babe,” he said, his voice a mix of breaths and moans. “Ahh…I could fuck you all day,” Vox said as his head tilted back.

Valentino watched, his cock hard in his hand. “This is perfect,” he said, his eyes never leaving the scene. “She’s enjoying every second of it.” The two men’s cum was still on your body, an erotic masterpiece captured forever on film as it dripped down your body. Your beauty was enhanced by the state you were in - bound and fucked, you were nothing short of breathtaking. Valentino got up and undid your wrists, setting you free. This caused you to use one of your hands to stroke Val’s cock and your other hand to help spread your pussy open so Vox could get deeper. “Ahh.. Ohh… Mmmm..” you moaned. Valentino smirked, chuckling then saying as he groped your breast, “Good girl. You sure know how to make us feel good, don’t you?” Vox groaned as he pulled you into his arms and held you as he fell to his knees on the bed, his hips moving faster, “Gahh…fuck…I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer..” Val was surprised to hear this. “Really? Already? But you just started,” the moth man said, his eyebrows raised. Vox looked at his boyfriend and said, “It’s just too good, man.” Val smirked, now curious on how your pussy would feel around his own cock.

It wasn’t too long until you cried out, “Ahh..! V..Vox..! D..Don’t stop! I..I’m gonna cum! Please..cum in me! I..I need it..!” Vox groaned, the head of his cock hitting your cervix. “Oh, you’re gonna get it, baby,” he said. “I’m gonna fill you up.” Your moans were muffled as you buried your face in Vox’s neck. Your nails dug into his back, your hips moving in time with his. “Yeah..fuck me harder..almost there,” you cried. “She’s so fucking hot. I’m fucking her next,” Val said as he reached his orgasm, his cum landing on the ground. Vox’s orgasm hit, his cock pulsating inside you. He filled you up to the point of leaking onto the bed, his electric blue cum coating and dripping from your pussy. As yourr bodies relaxed and Vox let you fall onto the bed, he pulled his cock out of you and let out a few more shots of cum on your belly. You saw this and were curious on the taste, so you wiped some off with your finger and brought it to your lips, licking your finger clean. You smiled, tasting sour blue raspberry, which complemented Val’s cum deliciously. Vox looked at you with a satisfied smile on his face and his eyes half-closed in bliss, saying, “You’re perfect, baby girl..” You smiled at Vox before noticing Val walking up to you, his shadow casting over you and his wings unfurled in arousal. “My turn,” he said with a smirk. “You’ll definitely love what I got in mind with you..”

Val picked you up and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard and you in his lap, your back resting on his chest. He let his cock rest against your blue and pink stained belly and your hips were still moving slightly, trying to get as much pleasure as possible. It was obvious that you had reached the point in your arousal where the slightest touch on your pussy and clit would send electric shocks throughout your body, and the men were acutely aware of this. You tilted your head up to look at Val, begging, “Hurry up..please…give it to me..” Valentino chuckled, his eyes sparkling with lust. “Slow down, mi querida. I want to savor this moment,” he said, his voice soft. He reached down and grabbed your breasts, playing with your nipples. This caused you to whimper and moan softly. “So sensitive,” he growled with lust. “Now can you spread your legs for me, mi dulce ?” He leaned to your ear and whispered, “Be a good girl and let me claim what’s mine,” which caused a chill to go down your spine. You tried to spread your legs, but they were already starting to grow weak from the strong orgasms, so you could barely do so. Valentino and Vox chuckled at how cute you looked as you tried your hardest. “Here, let Papi help you,” Val said as he let his second pair of hands spread your legs and hold them open. Valentino positioned his cock to rub against your entrance, teasing you. “You ready for me, princesa? ” he asked, his voice low and seductive. You tried to move your hips to get him inside you, but he held a strong grip on your legs. “Yes..please…I need it..” You begged, your voice laced with need and desire. Valentino thrust into you until he reached the hilt, his cock stretching you out. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Take it.”

Val proceeded to thrust into you, his cock hitting your g-spot just right. “You’re so tight, so perfect,” Val growled. Your head tilted back as you cried out in pleasure, “Ahhh..ohh..! Yes..! So…good..!” Valentino grinned, his eyes wild with desire. “I knew you’d love it,” he said, his hips moving faster. “You’re so good at taking my cock.” Your moans filled the room, your body shaking with pleasure. Your face was composed of a blissful smile and eyes that showed that you were in pure ecstasy. You looked perfect, completely taken by pleasure. Vox watched through the camera, making sure to zoom in on your face and slowly cascading down your body to the action. “This is going to be a hit,” he said, his eyes never leaving the scene. Valentino’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” he said softly. “Now you get to feel my cum fill you, mi reina. ” When he said that, your orgasm rocked your body, causing you to arch your entire body, crying out in pleasure. “Gahh..! V…Val..! Don’t stop..!” He didn’t. He filled you with his cum, the pink color mixing with the blue creating a soft purple color oozing out of you.

Once your orgasms left, Vox got back on the bed and you could see that his cock was ready to go again. That’s when you got an idea and you lifted your head to look at Val, asking, “Um..Val..? Could you..please..fuck my ass? I wanna know what it feels like to take two at once.” Valentino smirked devilishly and chuckled, his arms wrapping around you. “Okay, baby,” he said. “Since you’ve been a good girl.” He pulled out, his cock coated in a mix of his, Vox’s, and your cum. “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he said. With that, he entered your ass, his cock stretching you in a new way. As you gasped from the sensation then let out a pleasured sigh, Vox positioned himself, his cock throbbing with anticipation. “This is going to be amazing, I can already feel it,” The techno man said. Vox thrust into your pussy, his cock hitting you deep. The sensation of being filled in both holes caused you to cry out as you moved your hips, “Y-Yes..! More..!” Val let out a groan as he bit his bottom lip, moving his hips and thrusting into you. “Oh, fuck…you’re so fucking tight..” Vox’s pace increased, his thrusts matching Val’s intensity. “You’re taking us so well,” he panted, his eyes never leaving the sight of his cock inside you. “You’re so fucking addictive..” Your eyes started to roll back in pleasure, your breasts bouncing, your face a picture of pure bliss as you smiled wide and stuck your tongue out. “Oh yeah…fuck me like that,” you cried. They continued to fuck you, their cocks hitting all the right spots. Valentino’s cock rubbed against your insides, and Vox’s cock slammed against your g-spot. You could feel your orgasm building, getting closer with each powerful thrust. “Ohhhh fuck..! I..It’s so good..! I..I can barely think..!” Valentino chuckled, saying, “Oh, you’re going to cum for us, baby. I can feel it.” Vox started to chase his orgasm, his thrusts increasing. “Oh yeah..you’re so close, baby.” Your body shook, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train, your moans turned into screams. “Oh fuck..! I..I’m cumming!!” At the same time, Valentino and Vox filled both of your holes to the point of flooding and dripping onto the bed.

Once you all relaxed, Vox gently lifted your head and kissed you deeply. You returned the kiss, your tongue dancing with his. Vox soon broke the kiss, saying, “That was great,” he said, his breath hot against your lips. “You’re amazing, Y/N.” Valentino smiled and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Now let’s get you cleaned up. You’re completely covered in our cum.” You looked at Val, a chuckle in your voice as you spoke with playful sarcasm, “Gosh, I wonder why..” Valentino laughed and carefully pulled out of you, Vox following suit. “You’re such a perfect slut for us, Y/N,” Val said as he stood up. You blushed, your face filled with both embarrassment and pride. “Now, look alive, sunshine. We have cameras in the showers too, remember?” Val said as he grabbed your chin and tilted your head to look at him. You nodded, your body still buzzing from pleasure. You followed them to the showers, your mind already thinking about the next scene.

~~~♡♡♡~~~

[owlmylove]

Just had the very distressing thought that if I ever want to have a girlfriend I'm gonna have to TALK to a girl?!?!??!?!?!?

I'd have to talk to a girl that I LIKE and HAVE A CRUSH ON?!?!? Impossible! Please help a distressed lesbian if you have any advice

okay so: in my personal experience 90% of all lesbian flirting is eyeing up fellow women to discreetly try to determine if they, too, are wlw. then you compliment each others button downs and never speak to each other again

BUT if you would like to painstakingly attempt to challenge the starfish fallacy then read on for my comprehensive guide on flirting w/ women! (credentials: i have accidentally flirted with So Many Women oh my god)

first up: start with the art of compliments! if you're too shy to tell a girl they're gorg out of nowhere, then focus on their clothing, their haircuts, their cool shoes, the patches on their denim jackets, etc. opening a convo with a compliment is one of the easiest shortcuts, as it neatly prevents you from having to come up w/ a witty rejoinder right off the bat (save those for later)

physical proximity makes it easy to do this to someone standing or sitting next to you. if, however, they're on the other side of the room/otherwise engaged, it gets trickier. if ur confident enough to walk up to a girl in a coffeeshop + compliment her, GO FOR IT. but if you're too anxious to just coldcall her, approach with a question.

you can warp the compliment to fit the question, i.e. "Hey! Sorry to interrupt [your reading], but your book looks super interesting/I've seen it around & am debating whether to buy it. Would you recommend it?" or, re: outfits/haircuts "Hey! Your ____ is super cute, can I ask where you got it [done]?" if they're a classmate/coworker, you can make it even less direct: "Hey! Do you know when we're scheduled to do ____?" (<- this one comes w/ the perk of, pending her response, immediately asking for her # to swap shifts or trade notes, which can quickly allow for inviting her to a study group/after work drinks with coworkers. speedrun!!)

once Conversation is Initiated, maintain eye contact, listen attentively to their replies, and keep smiling/smizing. if they're reticent, follow up with more questions unless you're getting fuck off vibes ("I'm trying to get more into reading lately, would you have any other reccs?" or, "I haven't found a hairstylist yet since I moved here from _____, are there any other local spots you'd recommend?")

BUT if they're returning eye contact, smiling, and keeping open body language towards you, make it a full-on convo! offer some personal details in return, don't be afraid to make (non-risky!!!!) jokes, and (if you can control when & where you're moving, i.e. not during a job or class) have a built-in exit.

even if convos are going good, it's polite (+ leaves them wanting more via scarcity principle, etc. etc.) to end a brief first-time convo after a few minutes, ideally before the energy winds down & you're left feeling awkward. "it's been so lovely meeting you! [insert name here], right? I've got to get going, but thanks for the ___!" if you wanna play the long game/are in a coffeeshop/aren't confident enough yet (no shame!) ask if she comes here regularly and say you hope to see her around sometime soon.

if you've managed to get a good enough energy going: ask if she has an insta/social media you could get for _____ purpose, i.e. letting her know if you like the book/music/media she recc'd or asking for more local spots. IF, however, you don't wanna put yourself at the whim of her generosity: give yourself a cheat code during the initial conversation.

namely; reference something you'd recommend, think she'd find funny, or can't believe she hasn't seen yet, etc. etc. then, at the end of the convo, you can naturally offer "Oh! Lemme send you that X I mentioned--do you have an insta/social?" et voila. asking for social is always less awk/direct than asking for phone numbers, AND it lets the flirtee decide whether she wants to offer that level of trust just yet

if you're not coldcall flirting a girl in public, but rather have an object of your affections at work or school: this formula works p. much the same, but on a slower scale (if you don't use my speedrun ofc) start building a rapport via compliments/questions, progress to chatting briefly whenever you see each other, and third step: say "I saw something yesterday that totally reminded me of you/I just have to send to you!! Here-do I have your insta yet?"

once you have someone's insta: continue chatting when you see them irl/replying to their stories over social, and see if you can pay close enough attention to what she likes to do. judging by the number of accidental lesbian dates i've been on, it's probably

art museum

botanical gardens, or

burlesque shows

however, hikes, used bookstores, underground shows, and grocery shopping together for a subsequent picnic also feature prominently. invite her to do whatever activity you think you'd both enjoy most (over social or irl, whichever you're comfortable with [tho irl gives you a better judge of facial expressions/body language]) and boom. if she says yes, shoot back "it's a date!" after setting the day/time, bc if she's anywhere near as clueless as i am (i'm so sorry wlw) they may honestly think you're still just friends.

if, over the course of your irl convos or DMs, you have the chance to casually mention your sexuality (patches, pride is coming up, mention "my teenage crush/my ex-girlfriend") and ask for hers, go for it. if you can be direct: ask directly. it will save you time, trouble, and mild heartbreak. but if you suffer from the conflict avoidance that plagues lo so many of us: just lean into the subtext.

offer your celebrity crushes and ask what hers are. mention an ex (BRIEFLY, in connection to another topic entirely [she recc'd this cool band to me!] and always in a positive context). wear birkenstocks or docs and say Portrait of a Lady on Fire is the best film of all time, say you listen to girl in red or w/e those charming youths do. just lay the foundation in barely-subtext and keep an eye on her responses, while accepting the risk of wooing what may or may not be a fellow wlw

once you are, in point of fact, ON the date: standard rules and rates apply. relax! be urself!! enjoy spending time with a cool person, regardless of what may or may not come of it!!!! if she seems into it lean into physical proximity, do the whole Tarzan hand-comparison wlw are addicted to, offer to feed her bites of food or swap sips of each other's drinks, and casually set intentions for future plans ("I've never heard of X cafe--we'll have to do that next time!" or, the infamous buy-her-smth-secretly and then offer "You can get mine next time c:")

again, the most important thing is to be sincere. it's good not to place too many expectations on the other person, but don't force yourself to be overly "chill" if you are not, in point of fact, a chill person. dating is always a process of getting to know one another, and it's important to be polite but pls don't feel like you have to follow a script or be someone you're not. just be you babe: you're already plenty lovable. godspeed + good luck!!<33

[katsulovee]

after the interview- s. todoroki

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none <3

notes: this is my fic for @tooruluv’s contest! I hope you enjoy it love!

- huge thanks to @snoozless for helping me with the idea and @peaxhcringe for beta-reading!!

♡ reblogs are highly appreciated!!!

Fame didn’t come easy to you.

You wish you could go back to those times where you could curl up on your couch with your dog by your side, staring out the window watching the cars drive by with your cup of chamomile tea and a great book in your hand that you’ve been dying to read.

Well, times aren’t the same anymore.

After your book that you threw together just to get thoughts out became a hit, life isn’t the same anymore. You missed the quiet and calm nights you used to have. Your best friend, Shoto Todoroki, you missed him too. He would always pop up at your house during random times but you absolutely loved it.

Now you’re a best-selling author with interviews, tours, and signings every free moment you had and it was exhausting. You missed them, you missed their presence and calls. You missed their voice, their hugs, just everything about them. You fell in love with them, but knowing your very busy schedule you didn’t want them to feel neglected. So you ended up pushing them away.

You’ve been alone ever since. You barely have time to be home because you’re always on the road, riding past those times where you and Shoto would spend together. Today was a huge day for you, the one you both dreamed about ever since you started writing, a panel for you to talk about your book and your creative process. Shoto would always talk about how amazing it will be when you finally hit this goal.

“Hey Y/N, You know you’re a great writer right?” Shoto tells you while looking through your most recent work.

“Eh I doubt that I’ll ever be big though Sho, but thank you for the compliment.” You say slightly blushing.

“Don’t doubt yourself, you know your work is good and that it should be shared with the world. Even this book, oh man I can’t wait to see what happens between the girl and the best friend.” Both of his eyes finding yours and pulling you closer to him resting your head on his thighs.

“Hey Sho, if something were to happen to us, would you still be this supportive of me?” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Now what kind of stupid question is that. Of course, I would be your biggest fan even if you get your own panel to talk about your book, I will be there, I promise. Don’t go thinking you can get rid of me now.” Shoto says while chuckling.

You remember that memory loud and clear, now that you’ve finally made it you wonder if Shoto kept his promise. Nervous and excited you step onto the stage ready to take on your panel.

~~~~

“And I am afraid that’s all the time we have today folks! Don’t forget I have a signing in about 30 minutes right down the hall! I can’t wait to meet you all.” You say ending your panel and walking backstage.

You spot that perfectly comfortable couch and plop down on it face first. All you wanted to do right now is sleep, but also cry, and then sleep some more.

“You better not be going to sleep brat, you have a signing in 30, and you know how long it takes you to get dressed.” Your manager, Katsuki Bakugou says walking into the room.

“Lemme sleep for 15 then Katsuki, I’m exhausted.” You say face still smushed into the couch.

“Are you tired or is this about Shoto not showing up.” He says in a questioning tone.

You take your face out of the couch to lay your head on the side to look at him, “You remember that?”

“Of course I do, I’m your damn manager,” Bakugou says staring straight at you.

“Oh come on Katsuki, Don’t be too hard on her. I’m sure he will show up y/n, he did promise you right?” Your Stylist, Ochako Uraraka said while rubbing your arm.

You looked up at her and sighed “Yeah he did. He was never the one to break promises though.”

“Well maybe he’s here but in a disguise? I bet you’ll see him later.” She said before pulling you into a big hug.

“Yeah!! I’m sure he will come y/n, like Ochako said, You’ll see him later!!” Your other manager, Izuku Midoriya said.

“Thank you ‘Chako, Thank you Zuku, and thank you Katsuki. I guess it’s show time?” You said lifting yourself up off the couch.

“Yeah!! I got the perfect outfit for you too!!” Ochako screams with delight and leads you to a dressing room.

~~~~

The meet and greet started ages ago and you haven’t seen Shoto at all. He said he will be here and he hasn’t shown his beautiful face just yet.

In the process of zoning out another fan came to the table, but this time there was something different about them. Instead of opening up the cover page for you to sign, they opened the page that stores the key to why you started being distant to Shoto.

In highlighted words you saw the quote that you would always get questions about, it took your world by storm.

“Falling in love with my best friend… it is the most destructive thing i have ever done.” sitting there jumping out of the page highlighted by a blue highlighter.

But then you realized that the only person to use a blue highlighter so excessively was… no it can’t be him.

You lifted your head up looking at the fan, “Shoto?” You quietly asked.

“Damn, I know this disguise wouldn’t work. But yeah, It’s me.” He says taking you into his arms. Knowing you’ll cry in his shoulder.

He actually came and you couldn’t believe it. All these times of being so lonely, Shoto walked back into your life when you needed it the most.

You hugged him even tighter and said “I missed you so much” only for him to respond with “I know you did, I’m so happy I came back to you.”

Shoto lifts your head up by your chin with his finger so he can see the real you. He missed you and he missed this. His hands move to rest on your cheeks and he pulls you in for a long heated kiss, not worrying about the fans behind him.

Once he broke the kiss, his forehead rests against yours, you both breathing light and chucking at the same time.

“Guess what y/n” You lifted your eyes up to gaze into his. “I fell in love with you too.” He says before reconnecting the kiss you once just had.

thank you so much for reading! please like/reblog if you enjoyed it, taglist in reblog!!!

Created by katsulovee. Please do not copy, repost, or steal in any shape or form. © katsulovee 2021

[tobin-heaths]

Nudes (NSFW)

plot: This truth or dare ends a little bit different after you decided to send nudes to your drunken girlfriend 

pairing: Julie Ertz x Reader 

words: 2851

Nothing was as fun as a little team bonding on a Thursday evening while being in France for the World Cup.

Normally all of you guys would be together in one room doing either this or that but there had been a huge discussion at dinner.

Nobody was able to agree on the same thing so the group was split in two and now there was one group watching movies in one of the hotel rooms and the other group sat in another having some beers.

You had decided to go along with the second group to enjoy a few drinks and amazing company. Besides, Kelley had dragged you into this not leaving you with another choice.

"Common, just a few beers, pretty please?" She had begged on her knees for dramatic effect while Sonny filmed it with her phone.

Sonny and you were best friends, fellow mates at Portland and sometimes even roommates if you wouldn't be sharing a room with your girlfriend.

You groaned but nodded and Kelley fist pumped the air two times, a huge grin on her face.

"You know you can't resist her charm when it comes to alcohol. Do you know Julie's plans yet? I'm sure she won't mind tipsy Y/N." Sonny winked and cackled as you playfully shoved her shoulder on the way back to her hotel room.

When you arrived in her room Rose had already left for the movie group so you laid on her bed and took out your phone to ask Julie about her plans.

'Hey, babes. Just wanted to ask wether you want to tag along with me and Sonny in Kelley's room?' You pressed send and waited.

Your outfit consisted of a loose black shirt, black jeans, white vans and your golden Rolex. Simple but you liked it that way.

Sonny was still changing when you felt your phone ringing. The screen read 'Babes' with a red heart at the end and showed a photo of you and JJ at the beach kissing.

"Hola, how can I help you, ma'am?" You answered the call and giggled.

"There's a few things I could think of, but for now.. where are you? I already went ahead to Kelley's room." It was nice hearing her voice.

"I'm with Sonny. We'll be over shortly. I love you."

"Of course you are. I love you too. Hurry up." Julie ended the call and you put the phone away.

"You guys are so sapphic I want to vomit." Your hands found a pillow and threw it at her.

"Don't be so jealous. God, you're taking ages to get ready. Kelley won't have any beer left if we take any longer." You rolled your eyes.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a few more minutes you guys finally left the room and knocked on Kelley's. Music could be heard.

The door opened and you were greeted by Lindsey. Sonnett, Horan and you in one room together with alcohol? That wouldn't end good.

Walking into the room your eyes searched for blonde hair belonging to your girlfriend. She sat on the bed closest to the windows, a beer next to her on the nightstand.

Your eyes widened as she looked absolutely stunning in the most simple attire similar to yours. Her hair was up in a messy bun and you continued staring at her.

"Duh, your heart eyes are showing." Linsey pointed out. You flipped her off and went over to the blonde.

Upon seeing you her face lit up and she uncrossed her legs, motioning for you to sit in between them.

Muscular arms wrapped themselves around your waist and positioned you in front of her. Your back was pressed to her front, enjoying the fact that her boobs were pressing against it.

Turning your head slightly you were able to press your eager lips to hers. You immediately got lost in the moment, almost moaning when she bit your lip.

"Guys, you might wanna take a room." A cough and laughter shamefully reminded you that you were not alone in here and leaned away from her, your cheeks slightly red.

Your eyes darted through the room and found Megan comfortably laying next to you on the bed, Ali and Ashlyn on the other bed and Kelley, Allie, Tobin and Christen sitting on several chairs around the beds.

As the evening went on and the music got better you had a few beers down and felt yourself getting a little bit tipsy.

You didn't drink very often and if you would continue now you'd end up completely drunk with the biggest hangover in the morning.

Under no condition would you want to face Jill and Dawn like that, not when there's a World Cup to win.

You somehow ended up with Soran on the floor just talking about the dumbest stuff, sometimes going on Instagram and laughing at stupid videos.

"Wanna play a little truth or dare Y/L/N?" Sonny had a wicked smirk on her face.

"Sure. Let's do this. Dare!" You looked over to Julie who seemed to have a chaotic discussion about the upcoming game against Chile with Tobin and Ali. The rest of them were either joking around, sipping from bottles or listening to the other three. Nobody seemed to pay you guys any attention. It was perfect.

"Alright, I dare you to get Julie turned on. Doesn't matter how you do it."

On any other day you would've blushed, pushing that thought as far away from you as possible. Especially since there were so many other people in here, but you had a great idea and the alcohol wasn't helping.

"Yeah and I know the perfect way for it. You know earlier when Julie went out with Becky and Abby? I bought myself some new lingerie to surprise her and took some photos in it."

Both their eyes widened as you took out your phone, ready to tease the hell out of Julie.

"Dude, I bet 10$ she will be dragging her out of here once she sees those." A smirking Lindsey held out her hand for Sonny to shake.

"Fine, I say she won't." You could only shake your head at both of those idiots.

'Got something for you, babe'

You opened WhatsApp, typed the message in and attached the first picture before hitting send.

The three of you quietly resumed conversation, listening in on the others, waiting for a reaction from Julie.

Your back rested against the wall, your legs crossed and the phone in one of your hands. Linsey also had a good position to look at her but Sonny was sitting with her back to the others.

Julie felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and took it out to see she had received a message from you. She frowns as she opens it, why would you text her if you could just talk to her?

Her eyes widened at the sight of your boobs clad in a red lace bra. She was able to see your nipples through it.

She looked up in panic to check if anybody noticed her panic or saw the picture but everybody was still calmly chatting and laughing, not really minding JJ gone quiet.

"Did she see it?" Sonny whispered and you nodded in excitement.

'What do you think you're doing, babe?' Julie sent the message and locked her phone. The image was burned into her mind now.

"Alright, I'll take the next step now. Let's see if that will be enough for her." You fist-bumped the girls and searched for that picture.

JJ's phone chimed again and her eyes darkened upon seeing your newest picture.

It showed you in front of the mirror in nothing but matching red panties. It was more like a really thin thong not really hiding anything of your privates.

Oh, Julie would definitely have fun with that later.

Her eyes met yours as she turned around and you gasped as you could basically see the fire burning behind her eyes.

Your phone lit up and you stared at a new message from her.

'You naughty girl, are you that desperate to get fucked that you tease me in a room full of our friends? My my.'

'Thought I might show you what I'm wearing under those clothes right now.' True to that you were wearing that matching set.

"Sonny you might as well give me my money now. I just saw the look she gave her and lemme tell you, you don't want her looking at you like that." Lindsey held out her hand obviously waiting for Emily to place the dollar note into her hand.

For a moment you laughed along and made fun of Sonny forgetting all about your hot and bothered girlfriend.

"Excuse me ladies but I think Y/N had enough alcohol. I'll get her into bed. Let's go." Her eyes bored a hole through your head as she stood there with her arms crossed. You could feel your panties dampen.

You couldn't help yourself but sit a little longer and admire her form.

Julie rolled her eyes, her patience running thin, grabbing your arm and dragging you away from the girls. You had no time to say another word as she dragged you all the way over to the door, not stopping until you were in the hallway and the door closed behind you.

The last thing you heard was a "Have fun." from Ash and drunk laughter from the group.

"Julie–" she backed you up against the wall and silenced your words with a harsh kiss. There was nothing romantic about it. It was demanding and rough.

"No, I don't want to hear a single word from you. Not until we're in that damn hotel room and I can finally rip those clothes off of you."

You squealed as she threw you over her shoulder as if you didn't weigh a thing and carried you back to your shared room.

Julie dropped you on the bed and watched as you backed away from her with a smirk on her face. She had been thinking about all the ways she could possibly fuck you. Maybe she could tie you up and relentlessly tease you with a vibrator or fuck you in the shower or might as well just bend you over her lap and spank your ass until it's as red as your underwear.

"Sit up and take off the shirt and bra, slowly." You obliged her command and stripped out of your shirt. Your hands reached behind your back, opened the clasp and threw the bra aside.

"My god, I really have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world." Your girlfriend licked her lips at the sight of your bare breast and nipples, your cheeks turning red again.

Climbing onto the bed she positioned both legs either side of your hips and pressed her lips to yours. You gasped as she bit your lip and felt her tongue pushing into your mouth. You moaned and melted into her embrace as your tongues battled for dominance.

Julie kissed down your jaw to your neck and stayed there switching between biting and sucking the soft skin. That would leave hickeys you'd need to cover up, otherwise the media will chew you down.

"Julie, please don't be a tease, just fuck me already." You moaned and begged as her hands massaged your boobs and pinched your nipples.

"You mean like you teased me earlier? Guess I have to remind you of what happens when you tease me in public." She whispered and you felt yourself shivering as her warm breath hit your ear.

She pushed herself up so she was hovering over your middle and opened the buttons to your jeans, pushing them all the way down and then throwing it somewhere in the room. You watched her closely, never taking your eyes off her arms and how they flexed with each movement.

In one swift movement she roughly turned your body around and pressed your face into the mattress, your ass in the air. Without warning Julie's hand slapped your ass. "Oh fuck–" You moaned.

"That's right, baby. This is mine, you're mine." You whimpered as you felt her fingers sliding up and down your panties, trying to push yourself against her fingers. She could feel how you had soaked through the thin material and moaned in delight.

"Oh my, you're soaked already and I haven't even touched you properly." Her hands pulled the thong off you and into her pocket.

Julie's fingers returned to the spot in between your legs and slowly rubbed your clit. "Oh god, Julie!" You moaned into the soft sheets, your hips bucking towards her hand trying to get more friction. It wasn't enough for you, you needed more.

Another smack to your ass had you yelping in surprise and her fingers stilled their movement.

"Look at you. So desperate and wet for me. Tell me what you need, baby."

"Oh, yes. Ugh. Please give me more, fuck me, please!"

She plunged two fingers into your wet heat and grinned at the muffled gasp that left your mouth, it was music to her ears.

Teasing Julie was fun, she'd always fuck you until you're completely wrecked. You just weren't sure how Dawn would think about this when you show up limping at training tomorrow.

Julie felt super smug as she curled her fingers inside of you and hit that special spot making you cry out her name. She loved fucking you in this position, to see you gripping the sheets like your life depended on it or how red your ass was after she spanked it or how much control she had over you.

"What's my name?" You knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

"Julie!"

"No, that's not it. You can do better than that, baby," You stayed silent. "Do not make me repeat myself!" Still, aside from moaning no words left your mouth.

"Alright, have it your way," She withdrew her hands and left the bed. "Do not move. Wait for me." You whined at the loss of contact and your hips slumped to the bed, taking deep breaths. You could hear Julie walking through the room, opening suitcases and rummaging through them, the anticipation killing you.

"Decided to act like a brat today, huh? Guess I have to fuck some manners into you then." Cold hands grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back. Your eyes widened as you saw the strap-on attached to her hips and a pair of handcuffs in her hand.

She pinned your hands above your head and cuffed them, the strap-on pressing against your thigh. "Julie, please!" You pleaded but she shook her head and grinned.

Not wasting any time Julie pushed the strap-on into you with one thrust, setting a fast and rough pace as she fucked you. Letting out loud moans your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Let's try again. What's my name?"

"Daddy! It's daddy! Fuck, harder!" You screamed. Obviously happy with your answer she took her thumb and rubbed your clit in fast circles, enjoying how you threw your head back against the pillows.

Having sex with a soccer player comes in handy since they have amazing stamina in bed. Julie could keep this up all night if she wanted.

"You look so beautiful taking my strap like a good girl." She picked up the pace and roughly slammed into you, her other hand closing around your neck, lightly squeezing.

"Don't stop, please. This feels– so good, fuck!" Your tied hands grabbed the pillows behind you, the tight metal digging into your skin.

Bending down Julie took your left nipple into her mouth and sucked, occasionally biting it as well. You knew you wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm– I'm gonna cum soon, oh my god!" Your back arched off the mattress.

"You're gonna cum for me? Do you deserve it?" Her mouth left your nipple with a silent pop.

"Please! I need to cum so badly, please!"

Julie grabbed one of your legs and put it on her shoulder, the new angle allowing her to thrust even deeper. Your hips jerked violently.

One hand rubbing your clit, the other back to lightly choking you mixed with her deep thrusts you finally felt yourself coming.

The hand choking you was so veiny and the way her muscles were on display was enough to get you over the edge.

"Julie!" For a moment your breathing stopped and you screwed your eyes shut at the intense pleasure and screamed her name as the orgasm crashed through you.

You whimpered as she slipped out of you and kissed your thigh, gently placing it back on the bed. You had a difficult time catching your breath.

"How are you doing, babe?" She asked after having taken off her clothes, returning naked without the toy. "If you think we're done you're clearly very wrong, my love."

She laughed seeing the disbelief in your eyes and kissed your nose. "Round two?"

[gerberbabey]

euphoric | two | JJ Maybank

a/n: JJ’s here but there aint a lot of jj action. we’ll get there though

summary: It’s the day of the kegger

masterlist | previous | next

warnings: cursing, slow shit, terrible writing, underaged drinking, underaged smoking, grinding

two - ♫ RATCHET SATURN GIRL by Aminé ♫

“Wait lemme see her Instagram again.”

Kie’s face scrunched up in distaste as she pulled her phone away from JJ’s grabby hands. The Pogues were hanging around the Chateau, trying to figure out how to waste time before they had to set up for the kegger. It was about 10 in the morning and the sun was already bearing down pretty harshly.

“Ew no, I don’t need to watch you leer,” Kie chastised and JJ scoffed as he blew out a puff of smoke.

When Kie had gotten there earlier in the morning, the boys had hounded her about what happened during the Kook party and how she could’ve possibly been willing to not only stay at the party but also personally invite Kooks to their kegger. Kie told them about you and Isaiah, describing the experience as clearly a good one and even showing them your Instagrams.

JJ being JJ had jumped onto looking through your Instagram almost immediately. Social media wasn’t something they tended to care about but JJ was not only a boy he was also an idiot. Your Instagram was littered with a variety of posts; selfies, outfit pictures, pictures of scenery, pictures of people who were likely from your hometown, intricate eye makeup that was clearly being flexed. Kie knew not to use social media as a basis for a person’s life or personality but from the short time she’d gotten to talk to you, Kie saw you as much more bubbly and down to earth compared to what you posted.

“I don’t...leer,” JJ huffed out and Kie gave him a look.

“Do you even know what that means...JJ?” Pope spoke up from where he was trying to stay hidden away from the direct rays of the sun.

“Yeah, I know what it means…” JJ trailed off, clearly indicating that he didn’t actually know what it meant. Pope opened his mouth to educate JJ when he was cut off by John B stepping out of his house, letting the door slam behind him.

“You guys wanna go out to the marsh?” John B questioned and the Pogues all groaned out confirmations.

“Yo, you still have beer?” JJ questioned as he stood up, dusting off his shorts, and then grabbing his backpack. Kie had picked herself up from where she was laying down but still remained otherwise preoccupied and distracted by her phone, this time stalking through Isaiah’s account.  

“Oh shit nah, I ran out yesterday,” John B clicked his teeth in irritation.

“I could go grab some from the Wreck really quick?” Kie suggested as she finally pocketed her phone with the knowledge that that was probably the last she was gonna use it aside from listening to music. John B nodded as Pope finally stood up from his hiding place and made his way over. Pope was waving away smoke as JJ playfully blew it in his direction.

“Alright, so the wreck, then the marsh?” John B questioned and the Pogues all agreed before they headed over to John B’s van, ready for another day of Pogue life fun.

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You didn’t like the idea of having to drive around with your brother, but your lack of a car and lack of friends made it difficult to actively get away from him. He was clearly as annoyed about it as you were but the two of you couldn’t complain.

“A german shepherd?”

“I was thinking a pitbull actually.”

“Oh dude,” you turned to your brother at that and he raised his brows, “Pitbulls are so cute, but mom would literally be terrified.”

Yesterday you had brought up the topic of possibly getting a dog and although you were 110% sure that your parents were ready to shut you down, Bea’s excitement at the prospect had gotten you the momentum you needed. Once Bea had latched onto the idea, she didn’t even give your parents a chance to try and say no. Back in California, it was easier for them to say no when it came to getting a dog.

First of all your mom was terrified of dogs, so she was quick to say no regardless. But she also always backed it up by saying that you didn’t have the time, space, or resources to be taking care of a dog. But now you were in the Outer Banks. Your new home had a ridiculous amount of space, you had all the time in the damn world, and how hard could it be to get stuff for a dog right now?

You also might’ve gotten Bea to guilt-trip your parents by whispering in her ear that a dog would make as a great new friend in these...trying days.

“All my friends are back home! I don’t have any here!” she’d yelled angrily as you all made your way back inside the house last night and your mom wasn’t the least bit amused, but your dad had fallen right into her little 9-year-old trap.

“Is that Kie?” You questioned, sitting up as you saw a familiar set of curls up the road. You then noticed that up ahead was the Wreck, Kie’s parents’ restaurant and there was Kie bustling out with some boys who you figured were here friends. Isaiah slowed the car down as you rolled down the windows, sticking your head out. Kie and her friends were making their way toward a vintage, beat-up looking van when you let out a wolf whistle.

“Hey baby, you wanna go have some fun?” you teased as Kie whipped her head up to look at you. Her sour expression melted into a grin as she laughed at your antics. You didn’t question the boldness of your own actions, only briefly wondering if perhaps you were being too comfortable with someone you barely knew. Yet Kie’s reaction eased your worries.

“Hey,” she greeted as Isaiah brought the car to a stop, letting Kie walk up to your vehicle and leaving her friends to watch her as she did so, “Hey Isaiah,” she greeted separately.

“What’s up,” he drawled, grinning at her as you rolled your eyes.

“What are you guys up to?” Kie asked as she took in your appearance. Reminiscent of the previous night and of the posts Kie had seen on Instagram, you had done yourself up in that way that Kie couldn’t help but admire. She wasn’t one for makeup herself considering she knew that her day to day activities would just lead to it coming off. Yet she appreciated the amount of time and effort you probably put into the looks that you pulled.

“We’re gonna go to the thrift shop cus (N/N) wants a mirror, then we’re gonna go to the animal shelter and see about adopting a dog,” Isaiah answered.

“Uh, hey Kie?”

Kie turned around and you looked past her and at the 3 boys she was originally with.

“You wanna…” The tall messy haired one trailed off, motioning to you, “You wanna introduce us to your friends?” Kie made a face at John B and the boy only smiled back at her awkwardly. Pope was shifting around like the introvert he was, rocking on his feet and looking between you and Kie. JJ licked his lips as he stared you down, debating about whether he should trust Kie’s judgment or stick to his ideals when it came to Kooks (even if he thought you were incredibly attractive).

“Boys, this is (Y/N) and her brother Isaiah, they just moved here,” Kie motioned for her friends to come over and they shuffled closer, sticking together as they came to stand beside Kie.

“Hi, I’ve heard great things,” you greeted, smiling up at the boys. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking each of them up and down, taking in their appearances. You weren’t gonna lie, they were cute...

“Hey, I’m John B,” the first boy introduced, and he nodded to you before he nudged at one of his friends.

“Uh I’m Pope. Heyward. Hi,” Pope waved awkwardly and you waved back.

“JJ,” JJ said shortly with a nod and he gave you a sort of grimace of a smile.

“You guys throwing the kegger?” Isaiah asked and the Pogues nodded, “Where do ya’ll just get a keg?”

“We have our ways,” JJ said ominously and his friends all shot him a look while you glanced at Isaiah before turning back and nodding reluctantly.

“Oookay...well we’re gonna head out. We’ll see you guys later tonight?” you tilted your head, looking each of them in the eye. Their voices overlapped with one another as they answered you. You let out a laugh and blew Kie a kiss as your brother waved before the two of you drove off, leaving the Pogue’s standing by the side of the road.

“So?” Kie turned to her friends and they looked at her, confused, “Aren’t they like, weirdly cool?”

“I mean it was like barely a minute of interaction,” Pope argued but Kie only shot him a look, “...but yeah they were actually kinda cool.”

“Hey we’ll only know for sure tonight!” JJ clapped, “We don’t trust anyone until they’ve been exposed to all sides of the island,” JJ pointed at each of his friends, “Now c’mon, the marsh awaits!”

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“Are you changing?”

“Are you?” you shot back at Isaiah giving his outfit a once over. He was dressed in a large shirt and some shorts.

Isaiah paused, looking down at his outfit, “...No…?”

“Then no, I’m not changing,” you finalized as you finished fixing up your make up.

The sun was slowly starting to set, leaving an orange hue over the island, making you feel rather bright in comparison to the neutral tones of the island and the people on the island. Kie was arriving soon, if her text was any indication.

“What if you end up in the ocean?” Isaiah brought up and you made eye contact with him through the mirror before shrugging.

“It might make it look sick as fuck.”

“Alright.”

You stood and looked into the full body mirror you had bought today. You were dressed in a colorful body con sleeveless dress, the dress patterned with butterflies. Your make up stuck to a more natural neutral look, though you’d drawn on intricate butterfly designs onto your eyelids. You’d topped it off with a few jewels on the edge of the butterflies wings.

“Kie’s here!” Isaiah called and you gave yourself one last look before picking up your phone and then rushing out. In front of your home was the vintage, beat up old van that you had seen earlier in the day. Isaiah had taken up the passenger's seat and you gave him a look as you pushed the van open and shuffled in.

“How are you guys doing?” Kie greeted and you chuckled.

“Fine since you saw us,” you checked your bare wrist, “5 hours ago?”

“”Hey a lot can happen in 5 hours.”

“Very true.”

“How’s the dog thing going?”

“We checked at the shelter and they said it could take up to maybe a week?” Isaiah answered as he ran a hand through his hair, “But otherwise we just visited to check out the dogs. It’s hard to pick just one.”

“Uuuugh, it makes me so sad,” you groaned out leaning against the back of Kie’s seat.

“I bet,” Kie laughed.

The drive hadn’t been too long, or as long as you imagined. It took a bit just to get to the other side of the island, then took just a bit more time for Kie to park the mystery machine-esque van at a location that didn’t look like cars were meant to be parked there. You couldn’t peep many other cars, but you could see a group of people making their way further up the beach.

“Just follow me,” Kie instructed and you and your brother looked at each other before following after her.

It was a bit of a walk but soon enough, after crossing over a billion dead trees and shit, you got to the part of the beach that was just packed with people. About two or three bonfires had already been lit and there was music blasting out into the open air. It definitely wasn’t what you were used to but you weren’t going to complain. The sun was quickly setting though it seemed that people had been arriving far earlier than this point.

“Hey!” Kie called out and led you over to the center of the party. Groups of people were lined up and you noticed Kie’s friends, the Pogues, were manning the keg, handing off filled red solo cups to both under aged and of aged people. You were pretty sure you’d spotted a middle aged man lingering about in the crowd.

“Heey!!” JJ was clearly further along than most others. You raised a brow as he climbed up onto a branch and called for everyone’s attention.

“Alright hey! Everyone these two, right here,” JJ motioned to you and your brother, “Are new to the island! Alright, new to permanent residency, so not tourons!”

You let out a laugh as JJ tried his damned hardest to explain to the crowd (who were not listening) what the difference was between you and the so called Tourons.

“JJ! Get the hell down, you idiot,” Kie scolded and JJ only laughed before he jumped off of the thing he had climbed.

“Here you go,” John B nodded as he handed Isaiah a red solo cup. The boy nodded in thanks, taking a drink as he looked around. You scoffed as you noted the familiar look in his eye. That look that meant someone had already caught his interest.

“I’m gonna head over there,” he told you absentmindedly and you only shook him off.

“Go crazy,” you told him and he was sauntering off.

“For the lady?” John B offered and you purse your lips before shaking your head.

“Um no thanks, you guys smoke?” you questioned and John B raised his brows before turning to look at JJ.

“JJ,” John b called and the blonde made his way over. He put an arm around John B and licked his lips as he looked you up and down, similar to how he had done earlier in the day. You shot him a look and your eyes lingered on one another for a second longer before JJ turned to John B.

“John B, my man, what’s up?” JJ questioned and John B gestured to you.

“(Y/N)’s trying to smoke,” he informed and JJ nodded in understanding and excitement.

“Well of course,” JJ insisted before he offered you an arm, you looped your arm around his and he began to lead you away, “You look beautiful by the way. Just need to get that in there. Love the butterflies.”

You let out a laugh at that and shot Kie a look. Kie rolled her eyes though the smile on her face reassured you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, uh we usually have a smoke circle going for anyone who just wants to hang. You know, away from all the dancing and shit. I think the Kooks do like lines of coke over there if that’s what you want,” JJ explained as he led you to one of the other bonfires that had been started.

“Noted,” you drawled as JJ jumped over a log and helped you over.

The circle of teens and young adults all greeted JJ and he grinned at them as he helped you settle down.

“Pass me that shit,” JJ ordered and the girl holding the blunt shot him a look but handed it to him anyway. JJ took a hit before offering it to you. You nodded in thanks as you took it between your thumb and pointer. Taking a long drag you let it settle for a moment before you blew out O’s.

“Oohohoho shit,” JJ hyped up and you grinned as a few of the others clapped.

“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed playfully before you passed it to the person beside you.

“Uh hi, I’m Max by the way,” one of the boys across from you introduced and you waved to him.

“(Y/N).”

A few others introduced themselves to you, though the rest were so gone you didn’t expect them to say much.

“So (Y/N) how’s the island for you so far?” JJ asked and he leaned back to look at you.

“It’s like my 2nd day here,” you informed him and the group laughed.

“Ok but that’s like perfect, first impressions are the basis for everything. Plus, it’s your second day and you're here, I’d say that’s a pretty good first impression,” some kid said and you chuckled.

“I guess so.”

“By the way, your outfit, your make up, your whole,” the girl beside JJ gestured to the entirety of you, “looks fucking amazing. I love that. I only pray for that beauty and confidence.”

“Ok relax, you’re literally gorgeous,” you complimented before you took another hit of the blunt that was making it’s way around.

“Bet it’s nothing like California,” JJ raised his brows and you scoffed.

“Absolutely not. This whole island vibe thing is so far from what it was like back home. Even your parties don’t match up,” at that comment the group began to protest though you weren’t having any of it. As chill as everyone seemed to be so far, it was just different back in California. It was brighter, crazier, dirtier, and everything in between and you expressed that to them.

“Oh dirtier,” JJ wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed. The lightness of your head indicated that the blunt was definitely hitting.

“Shut up,” you laughed out as you gave him a playful shove. JJ gave you a wide grin and you tilted your head at the dazed look in his eye. You wondered how far gone this boy was.

“Yo, are you trying to dance right now?” one of the girls, you couldn’t remember her name, questioned though it was leaning more toward a demand than an actual inquisition.

“Sure if you want,” you shrugged and you stood from where you were seated on the sandy log. You missed how JJ’s eyes followed after you. He watched as you and the girl held hands and made your way into the crowd of dancing people. Some song was playing though he could barely make out the lyrics. The base was loud enough to let people know how to move though.

“Oh shit I love this song!” Someone screeched and JJ wondered how they could even tell what the song was.

His eyes drifted around though they found themselves back to your form. You and that girl were now dancing face to face, your legs crossing over one another’s. JJ couldn’t help but lick his lips as he watched your hips move in the dress you were wearing.

His mouth was ridiculously dry.

You jumped as you felt hands settle on your waist and though you weren’t too sure about dancing with some random guy at the moment you shot the girl (Lily? Emily? Annalee??) a look and she looked over your shoulder for a split second before she shot you a grin and a subtle thumbs up. You grinned, the prospect kinda funny to you before you began to grind back against whoever was holding you. Their hold tightened around you and you put one hand over their right and reached back with your left to run your hands through his hair.

The two of you grinded to the music and you laughed as the boy settled his chin on your shoulder, placing a chaste kiss on your neck. Perhaps you were underestimating this island just a little bit.

As the song began to transition into the next one you took the moment to look over your shoulder. Blinking up at the boy you grinned.

“Hi!”

Jeez, why were there so many cute guys on this island?

“Rafe!”

“Sorry?”

“I’m Rafe!” the boy shouted once more and you nodded. That sounded kinda familiar.

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[wontokkiluv97]

Club Love

A few little notes:

I'm real nervous about posting this but hi! This will be multi chaptered & I promise Wonho appears in the next chapter! It's very loosely based on my own experiences hah!

The only warning for now is for profanity I guess, that may change in the future...

This will be cross posted on Ao3 as well

That's it I guess! Hope you enjoy ~♡

"I really don't wanna go to a club this is not my type of thing..." You said with an edge of exasperation seeping through the phone, as you lay in your bed refusing to get up.

"Oh come on (Y/N), we're in freaking Japan you can't just hole yourself up in your room all the time." Your friend Amber replied with a whine in her tone. "You gotta let loose and have some fun sometimes, pull that stick out of your ass for god sake."

"I don't have a stick up my ass, fuck you Amber. I just don't see the appeal of being in a crowded room with the music blasting and being pushed around by a bunch sweaty people. Also, some of us haven't taken 3 semesters of Japanese, it's not like I can even flirt with anyone." You answered a bit sulkily. You were studying abroad in Japan for the semester, and even though you tried to teach yourself as much Japanese as possible before coming, the University you attended until now didn't offer Japanese courses like Amber's did, so you never got a formal Japanese education.

"Flirting has no language just come on it'll be fun!" She begged.

"Alright fine," you answered with a defeated tone, "But I'm gonna have to be drunk for this or it's not gonna happen."

"Of course! Hurry up and get ready, we'll take the train to Shibuya and stop at a Sev and pregame with some Strong Zeros. Meet me downstairs at 11." She blurted excitedly.

"What the hell am I even suppo-" you started before you heard a click indicating that Amber had hung up the phone. You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked at the time, 22:37, before groaning and rolling over onto your stomach and burying your face into the pillow and sighing loudly.

After a minute or 2 you pulled yourself out of bed and walked over to the dresser and began looking for something to wear. You scrutinized your closet for a few more minutes before purposely ignoring your more risqué outfits and settling on a thin cropped black sweater with shoulder cut outs and simple but tight, high-waisted white washed blue jeans. You quickly threw on the outfit then walked over to your bed and sat on the floor, eyeing the few pairs of shoes you brought before deciding against the heels and putting on a simple pair of black flats. You then walked over to the mirror and looked at yourself, debating whether or not it was worth it to put makeup on, before simply applying eyeliner and mascara and being done with it. As you were grabbing your bag and throwing your wallet in it, being sure that your resident's card was in it in case the police decided to stop you since your University threatened they would, Amber was sending text after text telling you to hurry out. You responded quickly telling her to "calm her tits" you grabbed your badge to get back in the dorm and your passmo for the subway and left your room.

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You, Amber, and another mutual friend Jules, were precariously sitting on a guard rail on the side of the road right next to Seven Eleven, each of you nursing your third strong zero and most certainly feeling a rather strong buzz at this point, arguing about the alcohol content of the regular cans versus the larger cans.

"Dude, that doesn't even make sense." You argued squinting at Amber and pointing a finger in her direction.

"How does it not make sense?" She questioned right back, "If I'm drinking a tall strong zero, it's like drinking 2 regular strong zeros and therefore has an 18% alcohol content."

"Are you stupid?" Jules jabbed at Amber. "Both the regular and tall strong zeros are labeled as 9% alcohol, which means drinking 2 small ones will get you more drunk than one tall one."

"That still sounds wrong to me..." you replied hesitantly, because for some reason Jules' argument was swaying you when you knew if you hadn't been drinking at all, you wouldn't have given it a second thought. "Either way I think the fact that we are having this conversation proves that we are well on our way to being drunk so we should chug the last of these and head to the club." You said before doing just that with the last of yours and cringing at the aftertaste. You really weren't a fan of grapefruit but it was the only flavor they had left at the Seven Eleven.

"Oh, someone's impatient considering I had to drag your ass here in the first place." Amber commented with a smirk before her and Jules finished their drinks as well.

"Don't let the alcohol get to your head. You couldn't drag me anywhere if you tried."

"Sure babe whatever helps you sleep at night." Jules replied with snark.

"You know, I'm feeling really attacked right now, maybe I should just go home." You replied sarcastically.

"And waste a perfectly good buzz? Nah, lets go." Amber answered as she got off the guard rail and you and Jules followed behind her, since she knew where the club was.

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"TADA!" Amber screeched. "Welcome to Camelot, AKA the best club in Shibuya!"

"How do you know it's the best club in Shibuya?" You asked sarcastically. "Have you been to every club here?"

"I know you're trying to be funny but I honestly probably have, you know I go clubbing on weekdays too."

"Yeah I know, because you always miss class the next day and ask me for notes. Honestly they can fail your ass for breaking the attendance policy."

"I'd like to see them try."

"Can y'all shut up so we can go inside?" Jules asked heading into the club and you and Amber continued to bicker as you followed behind her.

You all walked down the stairs to the front desk gave the attendent your residence cards to inspect and paid the 1500 yen entrance fee for the club. She gave all three of you 2 free drink tokens and permitted you to enter the club. The club had several small circular tables spread throughout where there were various people smoking and drinking. Straight ahead was the bar in which there was a small line of people waiting their turn to order drinks. Further to your right you analyzed the dance floor where there was a small crowd of people dancing and jumping up and down. There was a fog machine periodically adding more fog to the atmosphere and red green and blue flashing lights. At the very front of the dance floor there was a stage with a DJ hyping up the crowd. There were three platforms on the dance floor that only girls were permitted to dance on. No one explicity told you that, but you assumed that was the case when you saw security guards pull guys down from the platform if they attempted to get on them. The music was so loud you couldn't hear Amber trying to get your attention so she smacked your arm instead.

"Ow you bitch, what do you want?!" You asked loudly, trying to raise your voice over the music.

"Do you have 100 yen?" Amber questioned.

"Yeah, for what?"

"There are some lockers over there we can put our stuff in, it cost 300 yen for the night. I figure we could all just share one for 100 yen each."

"Sounds good to me! C'mon let's go." Jules shouted.

The three of you walked to the locker room, taking some money out of your bags before stuffing them in the locker and taking the key. Your friends left the key in your care since even though you were all a little drunk already, you were known to be the more responsible one. You all left the locker room and walked to the bar and used your first drink tokens. Amber and Jules got tequila sunrises while you just got whiskey on the rocks. Not the tastiest but hey, if you're gonna make it through this night you're gonna need to be much more drunk and it needs to be right now.

"Hey Y/N!" Jules shouted both her and Amber already finished with their drinks. "C'mon let's go dance on the podiums!"

"I'll meet you guys there! Lemme just finish my drink." You yelled back and the others nodded in agreement before running over to the podiums and jumping up on them, dancing like maniacs immediately. You sighed as you downed the rest of your whiskey, and shook off that familiar burn. You mumbled to yourself as you walked over to join them.

"God it's gonna be a long night..."

[theycallmemoosey]

Give me Something to Believe In...

Newsies x Last Five Years

Characters - Jeremy Jordan, Ben Cook, Ben Frankhauser, Andrew Keenan Bolger, Fiona (OC), Simon (OC) 

Pairing - Jeremy x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing…think that’s it to be honest

Word Count: Look, I wrote this on my phone, and I’m not about to count. It’s a long one, so sit comfy

A/N: Wayyyy! Second fic. So, this is deep, and sad, so don’t hurt me. Please. I really tried with this and I know some of it isn’t accurate to real life but hey, just enjoy. It escalates a wee bit quick at the end, so sozzles about that. Oh, and I tried to add a gif, but tumblr wasn’t having that…aaaaaand as always, I gotta thank my rock, @musicaltheatrenerd2002 for just being there for me and motivating me. I wove ya. Anyways, enjoy! 

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You didn’t bother to look at the door when you heard the key in the lock, but instead, you snuggled further down into your hoodie and watched the next episode of Stranger Things. You heard the door close, followed by the keys being thrown onto the side table next to the door. You felt a gentle kiss on your forehead and two loving hands massage your shoulders. “Feeling any better?” You tilted your head backwards and smiled at Jeremy, “Not really, but at least I have a voice now” He chuckled, giving you one more kiss before walking over to the other end of the sofa, picking your legs up and placing them on his own. “They’re missing you at rehearsals…” “I’m sure they can live without Katherine for a few days…” “Y/N, it’s been a week” You sighed, pausing the episode, “I’ll be in by Tuesday…it will only take me two more days and I’ll be good as new” “Please get better baby girl…I miss not being able to kiss you” You kicked him playfully, “I’m glad to know that’s all I am to you” He grabbed your feet and kissed one, “baby, you’re so much more than just a kiss. Although, I would like one now” He started to come towards you, and you pushed him back, rolling off the sofa and behind the kitchen counter, “No!!! You’ll get sick! And you of all people cannot get sick!” Jeremy just laughed at you and turned back around on the sofa to watch the TV and you padded back around, placing yourself next to him and snuggling into his side. “Thought you didn’t want me to get sick?” “I need a cuddle…” Jeremy laughed and kissed the top of your head. 

A few days later, as predicted, you were better, and walked hand in hand with Jeremy to the studio where you were both rehearsing for Newsies. You met at auditions, and playing opposite roles, of course you both fell for one another. You hadn’t been together for long at all but you both knew how much you loved each other and moved in within the 80th rehearsal. Now, you were at the 168th rehearsal, 12 rehearsals away from opening night. You walked into the studio after Jeremy, greeting a load of smiling boys. Ben was the first to come and hug you after becoming particularly close with you and Jeremy. “Welcome back, missy!” Ben pulled you in tight “Heya Benjamin, how you doing?” “Yeah, good, good. I’m tired, but good” Ben just smiled. You couldn’t help but watch Jeremy talk with one of the other girls. You saw them smiling and laughing and you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, but that was until Jeremy looked back towards you and smiled, winking. The rehearsals continued, and yourself and Jeremy walked to the studio together, rehearsed together and walked home together. When the two of you got to spend Sunday’s alone, you would typically chill out at home binging on pizza and Netflix. Sometimes, Jeremy would take you out on a date to a restaurant or the movies after rehearsals, but with the amount of work you were both under, it was a rarity. When the shows started, so did the arguments. He was constantly off to interviews and press nights, leaving you alone every day. The only time you saw each other was on stage. He wouldn’t even talk to you backstage. Instead, you would stand there and watch him talk to the showgirls. He promised it was nothing but you weren’t convinced. He apologised that he was always away from you and he promised to make things better. “Jay, how can you promise that?” “Sweetheart, please! This is our career! Don’t…don’t you want this for us?” “Us?! Jeremy, you’re the only one going to conferences and interviews and parties…it’s fantastic that your career is going great but what the hell am I doing? Is this it for me?!” “No! Sweetheart! Sweetheart, you’re incredible at what you do! Don’t you DARE say otherwise” Jeremy took your arms and stroked them lovingly, trying to reassure you. You tried to get out of his grip, but he resisted. “Babe, Y/N…I’m going to be honest with you. If I didn’t believe in you, I wouldn’t have loved you at all. Y/N, I think you’re the best actress out there…if people can’t see that, they’re blind!” You looked at Jeremy with tears in your eyes, and you took your arms away from him and wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. “Come here…gimme a hug…” Jeremy opened his arms and you walked to him, embracing him tightly, crying into his chest, hearing light shushes from Jeremy. Surprisingly, the relationship between the two of you got better. He was more caring and spent more time with you backstage. He went to the same amount of paid interviews, but he refused to go to as many parties if you weren’t invited. The relationship at home got better too, as he would spoil you rotten by cleaning and cooking and doing things that all girls want their boyfriends to do. A few years later, Jeremy and you had a Sunday to yourself. To you, that meant a lay in followed by a day of gaming and pizza, but Jeremy had other plans. He dragged you out of bed at 8 and picked out your outfit, which wasn’t bad for a boy with no dress sense. He took you down to the park, along with a grand picnic. You spent the afternoon by the biggest lake in Central Park, laughing and talking about the cast and crew of the show. In the evening, Jeremy took you by the hand to the bandstand. “You know, we should go see that museum you’ve been wanting to see…” “Next Sunday?” “We’ll see…” “J, don’t tease me like that” you laughed, pushing into his side. Jeremy pulled you into one of his famous bear hugs and swayed you from side to side. He grabbed your hands and spun you around, so that he could grab you from behind and continue dancing. You smiled when you heard him sing I Never Planned On You in your ear. You felt his grip leave you and you turned around, looking into blank space. Confused, you looked down, noticing your boyfriend on one knee. “Jay…” “No, Y/N, let me do the talking!” You laughed, resisting the urge to sob loudly, although you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “You beautiful, beautiful thing-“ “Thanks Jay” you laughed, crouching down to be eye level with him. You noticed how he was trying to stop crying too. “Just…lemme finish. Anyway, I…I love you so…so much. Baby girl, I…oh god I’m crying now…” he chocked back a sob, taking your hands in his, “Just. Screw the speech. Marry me, Y/N. Jesus Christ, please?” “You pansy” you embraced him in a hug, finally sobbing like a child also, “course I will” Jeremy laughed, tears falling from his eyes as he slipped the ring on your finger. He stood up, pulling you with him and hugging you tightly. Not long after, the two of you got married in front of both your families and all the cast of Newsies. Typically, when yourself and Jeremy kissed, the whole of the cast cheered in true Newsie fashion, causing you to laugh away from the kiss. The shows continued as usual, the audience becoming more and more passionate after the other. Married life with Jeremy made your relationship stronger, although you noticed him look at other girls a lot more. One night, after a difficult show, you flopped into bed and playfully screamed, making Jeremy laugh and make circling patterns on your back. “Babyyyy…what’s the matter?” “I’m tired. Is it Sunday tomorrow?” Jeremy laughed, “no, Y/N, it’s um…Thursday tomorrow” “NOOOOOOO” you screamed into the pillow, curling up into a ball towards Jeremy, who simply pulled you towards him. “How about, we get some sleep tonight, and we’ll spend the morning in bed tomorrow and won’t leave for the theatre until last minute. Pizza and Xbox and films and-“ “You” you looked up at him, pouting your lips for a kiss. Jeremy obliged and kissed you, “and me” he smiled at you and pulled you in closer, rubbing circles on your arm as he turned the TV on. “What do you wanna watch, Y/N?” “A musical…” “Aren’t you bored of-“ “Rent.” Jeremy just laughed at you, “Okay then. Rent it is” Halfway into Will I, you turned to face Jeremy, who simply held your arms. “Jay…” “Y/N?” “I…um…what do you think about trying for…a baby?” Jeremy’s eyes widened and he chuckled once, reaching to pause the film. “I…errr-“ “I’m sorry…I was just thinking about it. I saw a baby outside stage door today and I just couldn’t help but-“ “Sweetie, it’s okay” “You’re gonna tell me you don’t want kids aren’t you?” You frowned. “Actually, no. I couldn’t think of anything better to do. I want to have a baby you or me running around a house, singing songs and dancing like you” You smiled at him, “really?” “Really” “Really, Really?” “Really, really” You squealed, pulling Jeremy into a hug. He rolled you over onto your back, tickling you ferociously before he started to kiss you deeply. A few days later, you went upstate to see your family after you had the news that your sister had fallen critically ill. Jeremy couldn’t come with you as his understudy was also off sick. Obviously, you missed him but you still managed to have a good time with your family anyway. The two of you would call everyday and he would tell you all the gossip of the shows and behind the scenes. Everything was going fine, and soon your sister got better. It wasn’t until you got home and saw her in your bed that you found out about the others. “Jay, I’m home! “ There wasn’t a response, so you set your things by the front door and walked towards your shared bedroom. You could hear the sounds of giggles, but you could only hope that it was the sound of the television and not what you thought it was. You open the door slightly, making as little noise as you possibly could, seeing Jeremy in a bear hug with that one showgirl he took a liking to every day. You stood there, speechless, watching the scene you’ve dreaded for years, unable to look away. You stood there for 30 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. The showgirl, Fiona her name was, spotted you in the doorway and pushed Jeremy off her. He seemed confused at first but followed where Fiona’s gaze was, landing on his wife. “Hey…Y/N” “Don’t. You…” You couldn’t finish. You shook your head and stormed out, grabbing your bag and keys before storming down the stairwell of the apartment blocks. It took you a bit longer than usual as your suitcase was heavy, but you managed to get out the door, hearing the faint shouts of Jeremy. As you began walking down the street, calling taxi after taxi, you could hear your name being called. A taxi finally pulled up and you opened the door, shoving your bag in the backseat. “Y/N!” “FORGET IT!” “Y/N! PLEASE!” You got in the cab and told the driver just to drive, you didn’t know where. You looked out the window and saw Jeremy sprint towards the taxi, slowing down as the taxi sped off. “Miss, I need you to tell me where to go, otherwise I’m gonna be a millionaire by midnight” You couldn’t think of where to go, but then it popped into your head. You walked up the stairs, dragging your bag behind you, trying to make the cries silent. You finally arrived at his door, knocking twice, breathing heavily. “Y/N? Woah, hey…” you collapsed into his arms, your sobs becoming loud. “Ben…I…I…” “Hey, come in, sit down” Ben led you towards his sofa, rubbing your back as you sobbed. Ben pulled your bags into the apartment and shut the door, grabbing the tissues by the door and bringing them over to you. “What did he do?” “More like who…” “You’re kidding…” You shook your head, looking up at Ben’s face, his eyes wide with shock. “Holy crap, Y/N…I…holy Jesus” Ben was speechless, sitting back on his sofa in disbelief. He sighed, before taking your hand, “Y/N, I’m so sorry” You shook your head, leaning into Ben’s side as he hugged you tightly. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Can I ask who?” You laughed in a sigh, wiping the tears away from your eyes, “it was one of the showgirls…” “Donna?!” You shook your head slowly, turning to look at Ben. “FIONA?! THAT SLUT!” “Ben…” “NO! I KNEW FROM THE BEGINNING! SHE’S BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR-“ “BEN!” Ben immediately soften his expressions, “sorry, Y/N. I just…I KNEW that she…Jesus Y/N. I’m so sorry…I should have warned Jeremy of her” “It was his decision” “She probably swayed him” “And he still fucked her…” “Jesus. Y/N, I’m sorry” “Stop apologising. This isn’t your fault, at all. I don’t know why I didn’t clock it…” Ben just sighed in apology, and placed a hand on your arm. “Do you want to stay the night?” “I don’t want to invade…I can call my parents and I’m sure that-“ “No. I’ve got a spare room, don’t worry. I’ll go sort the room out and you order pizza” Ben placed the pizza menu in front of you, rubbing your thigh reassuringly before taking your bags into the spare room. That night, the two of you ate pizza and played on his Xbox, although you felt slightly wrong. This was what your favourite pastime with Jeremy was, and you couldn’t help but feel upset while playing your favourite game. At around 1 that morning, you retired to bed, saying goodnight to Ben and stealing a final slice of pizza. You had ignored your phone all night, afraid of what might appear, but you checked the home screen before you got into bed. 

18 missed calls from Jeremy. 6 missed calls from Andrew. 2 missed calls from Mum.

Over 50 text messages from Jeremy. ~ baby girl, I’m sorry ~ come home and talk to me Y/N ~ she means nothing to me ~ I married you. I love you. ~ I need you. ~ I’m sorry.

You felt the tears fall from your face before the anger took over and you threw your phone across the room. It didn’t smash, which only made you more angry. You punched the pillow, then your suitcase and then kicked your shoe across the room, all while shouting “FUCK” and “SHIT”. Ben carefully came into the room, noticing you in your state and pulling you into tight hug. You tried to resist but eventually gave in, hugging him back. “I know, he’s an asshole. I’ll talk to him tonight Okay?” “Don’t be mean” “I won’t. Please, promise me you’ll get some sleep, ok?” You nodded, unable to form words. Ben helped you into bed, kissing your forehead and turning off the light before leaving you. He sighed, immediately pulling his phone out of his pocket. He shut down the lights and tv in the front room and brought the pizza into the kitchen before ringing Jeremy in his room. “Hello?” “What the hell, Jeremy” “Is she at yours?” “Yeah” “Thank Christ. I was worried about her…” “You don’t have the right to be! Jesus, Jeremy! Why?!” “It was Fiona’s fault! She-” “Oh yeah, of course this isn’t your fault. You cheated on her for fucksake!” “I love her, Ben, I don’t deny that. She’s everything to me. That’s why I married her! I swear, this isn’t my fault!” “Jeremy, she’s the most amazing woman I know. How fucking DARE you treat her like shit. She-“ “She doesn’t deserve me, I know. She’s perfect, amazing” Ben could hear Jeremy crying, and he sighed in defeat. “Have a long, hard think about what the fuck you’ve done. You’ve broken her. She deserves so much fucking better. Asshole.” With that, Ben hung up, feeling pure rage throughout him. Ben changed into his pyjama bottoms and slipped a plain t-shirt on, before climbing into his own bed. He laid in bed for about 10 minutes staring at the ceiling, debating with himself. He finally sighed, and got up, throwing his duvet across the bed. He silently padded across his apartment, before reaching your room. He opened the door silently and looked at your sleeping form. He walked over to the empty side of the bed, sliding in next to you, pulling you towards him. “Ben?” “Yeah. Hi. Sorry, I just…thought you might want some comfort?” You tensed, not wanting to upset him, so you just hummed and remained still. You felt his breath against his neck and you tried to keep your breathing steady. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, you felt his lips against your neck, and then travelling up your jaw, whilst his hands moved from your waist down to your thighs. You couldn’t take this anymore and you sprung out of the bed, your hands out in front of you in defence. “Ben. No! What the fuck?!” “Oh shit. Sorry. Y/N, I’m so sorry…” “So my HUSBAND cheats on me and you decide that’s your cue to just have sex with me?!” “Y/N, I thought-“ “NO! Holy crap! NO!” Ben just looked down, clearly disappointed and guilty with himself. “Get out. Please. I’m going to…go somewhere…” Ben nodded and walked out the room, leaving you to your thoughts. You made the bed and got changed into the clothes you arrived in. You cried all the while, not believing what was happening. You grabbed your bag and phone and exited, noticing Ben sat in the front room with his head in his hands. You walked down the stairs and onto the streets, unsure of where to go now. You pulled it your phone and called Andrew. “Andy?” “Jesus, Y/N! Are you okay?!” “No…I mean. I know Jeremy told you that side of the story…but…I need somewhere to stay tonight. And I know you’re definitely gay…” “Sorry?” “Ben tried to hit on me…” “Crap. Y/N…I’m coming out right now Okay?” “You’re a saint…” You waited outside Ben’s apartment block for a little while, noticing Ben’s living room light switch off around 2 that morning. Andrew arrived not that long after. You arrived at his apartment and he showed you to his room, taking a spare pillow and duvet to the sofa for himself, although you insisted for him not to. “Thanks Andy…” “No problem. I love you” “I love you too” you smiled at him, as he said goodnight to you and left you alone. The next morning, Andrew surprised you with a bacon and scrambled egg bagel for breakfast and a day of binging on Netflix. At around 4 that evening, Andrew came and sat on the sofa with you after answering emails from various agents. “Y/N, I think you should talk to him…” “Which one” Andrew laughed slightly, “your husband…he’s broken too” “He’s the one that cheated on me” “He was drunk. She spiked his drink. Fiona influenced him. He didn’t know what he was doing…” “Really?” Andrew nodded, taking your hand in his, “despite what you may think, Y/N. He married you for a reason. He does love you, I promise. Just call him. I mean…sweetie, you work together. It’s better to get this out the way before tomorrow’s show…” You nodded in agreement, taking your phone from his hands. He left you alone, after giving you a reassuring kiss on the cheek. The phone ringing was killing you, although his voice stabbed the knife further into the wounds. “Y/N?” “Hey…” “Sweetheart, listen to me. She spiked my drink, I was drunk and high and had no clue what the fuck I was doing. I love you so fucking much baby girl” “Jeremy please don’t lie” “I’m not lying honey. Y/N, I married YOU! I married YOU because I love YOU! Fiona means nothing to me. As soon as I came back to reality, I kicked her out of OUR apartment and I tried calling you, then your mum and then Andrew! Sweetheart, I was terrified you’d-“ “I’m heartbroken, Jay…not suicidal” “Babe, please. I love you! I love you more every single day! Honey, I thought we were going to try and have kids?” “So did I…” You heard Jeremy sigh over the phone, clearly in tears, “will you please meet with me?” “Where and when?” “Bandstand. At 7 tonight?” “Yeah…” “I love you so much, Y/N…” “Bye, Jeremy” You met with him, claiming you didn’t want to but you actually didn’t want anything else in the world. It was dark, the river reflecting the street lamps. You saw his figure in the middle of the bandstand, so you walked over to him, clearing your throat when you reached the stairs. “Y/N…” Jeremy sighed in delight, walking to embrace you. You walked towards him, hugging him tighter than you would have liked to. “Sweetheart, I love you so much…” Jeremy stepped back, tears already rolling down his face. You remained strong, although your hands were still in his. “Jeremy, you have to understand that-“ “Sweetheart, she spiked my drink. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing! You have to understand, I love you more than life itself, I wouldn’t cheat on you…” “Promise?” “I promise. I vow. Hell, I’ll sacrifice myself if that’s what it will take for you to believe me! Sweetheart, I would marry you again and again and add that into my vows!” You laughed, looking up to his eyes. “I love you, Y/N Jordan” “I love you too, Jay” He kissed you, pulling you towards him, almost lifting you up. “I love you I love you I love you” Jeremy began tickling you, making you laugh again, “that laugh is music to my ears…” You smiled at him as he pulled you close and began dancing with you, singing through tears. “I have no use for moonlight…or soppy poetry. Love at first sights for suckers, at least it used to be” he began to cry and you pulled him into a hug, as you finished the song. He kissed you once again, stroking the ring on his finger. “Let’s go home, yeah?” You nodded, turning to go home, but you were quickly swept off your feet, being carried by Jeremy like he did after your wedding. The show the following day felt different, as the connection between yourself and Jeremy felt new and more romantic. You had explained how Ben hit on you the previous night, and you didn’t see, but you heard from Tommy that Jeremy had a huge argument with Ben. You avoided him as much as you could, even keeping space on stage without making it obvious to audience members. One thing you did notice was Fiona wasn’t there. After the show ended, the curtains fell and Jeremy pulled you into a tight hug, kissing you softly on your neck. “Jay?” “Mmhm?” He hummed against your neck. “Fiona’s not here…” Jeremy stood back, although he kept his hands in yours. “I got her fired. I explained to Simon and he sacked her…” “Jeremy that’s…that’s her job” “And I nearly lost my wife because of her. I honestly couldn’t care less…” You shrugged and went upstairs to get changed. Jeremy was waiting for you outside afterwards, with a rose in hand. “Your servant awaits, m’lady” “Does the servant bring me ice cream?” “There’s ice cream waiting at home” Jeremy kissed you, taking your hand and walking home with you. Your contracts were soon coming to an end, and Jeremy had been offered role after role in numerous plays, although there was nothing for you. You couldn’t find a suitable show for you, although Jeremy was highly supportive. “Baby, a show will come, I promise” “Sorry, Mr. I’m being offered every part in every show” “Maybe a part will come up with me. Then we can fall in love all over again” Jeremy began making kissing actions towards you, tickling you. “Yeah…maybe” It was the third to last show, and you were getting ready in your dressing room. You got a call from your mum, telling you that your sister’s illness had gotten worse and unfortunately she had passed. You immediately went to Jeremy’s dressing room, not even bothering to knock. You entered, sobbing, “Jay, I-“ You saw Jeremy breaking apart from a kiss with a random girl. She wasn’t in the show. “Y/N…” he began to defend himself, but you just held up your hand. You watched the random girl leave the dressing room, narrowly avoiding you, scared you would kill her. “Fuck. You.” You simply spat at him, taking your rings off your finger. You placed them both on the table nearest the door, shaking your head as you turned to leave. You stopped at the door, turning to face Jeremy. “How many?” “Y/N…” “HOW MANY?!” “4” “Since Fiona or including her?” “Since…” You pursed your lips and tapped your foot on the floor. “She never spiked your drink, did she?” You watched as Jeremy shook his head, refusing to look you in the eyes. You turned around and slammed the door behind you, frozen still outside, trying not to cry loudly. Ben walked past, noticing you crying. He desperately wanted to comfort you, but couldn’t bring himself to go near you. Instead, he got Andrew. “Ands…it’s Y/N…” Andrew sprung from his seat and followed Ben, running to your side. You hugged him as soon as you saw him. He led you to his dressing room. “Y/N…what’s happened?” “5 girls! He’s been with 5 girls…” you sobbed, your hand shaking in Andrew’s. “5? That’s son of a-“ “Andy, don’t…” “That dickhead can…Y/N, I’m so sorry…” “It’s…I don’t know what I expected” Andrew pulled you into a tight hug, “move in with me. I’ll come and help move all your stuff tonight. I’ll ask Tommy to keep Jeremy out…” “Thank you, Andy…” “Do you want to do the show tonight?” You shook your head, explaining how you had to go upstate. “Why?” “My sister died a few hours ago…” “Holy…Y/N, you poor thing…” “Don’t poor thing me right now, I don’t want to be mocked…” “No, Y/N. I’m so sorry for your loss” “Which one” you tried to laugh, but instead it came out as a sob “Both…Sweetie…I’ll go and talk to Simon. He’ll understand” “Thank you, Andy” “You go get dressed, and go start packing your stuff up. Here’s my key. After the show, I’m heading straight to yours and we’ll go to my house. Okay?” You nodded, hugging him tightly. You walked back with him to your dressing room, noticing a note on the desk. 

~ Y/n, I’ve asked Fiona to help me pack my things. I’m sorry that this has crumbled. I just don’t feel the same things I used to when we first got together. I know you’re broken but…we’re both hurting from this. I thought that we would stay together for the rest of our lives, but, clearly that’s not the case. I’m not putting any of the blame on you because this is my fault…we’re too young for all of this. It was too soon…I guess. I hate that your contract is ending soon, but I’m also glad that you can get away from this too. It will help you to move on. Goodbye, I guess… Jay x ~ 

You sat down in sobs, scrunching the note in your fist. You got changed quickly, handing the costume over to your understudy and thanking her. You ran down the stairs and out the door, finding the fresh air incredibly refreshing. You sped walked to the house you shared with Jeremy, not wanting to call it a home. You started packing your things, making the bed and folding up all Jeremy’s things that were on the floor. You couldn’t help but cry, noticing all the pictures of the two of you on your wedding day and all the other days, including a picture of you and Jeremy in the final number of Newsies as Jack and Katherine. You pottered around the house, leaving post it notes around specific parts of the house, instructing Jeremy on what to do when you weren’t going to be around. It was around 10 when Andrew knocked on the door. You opened it, smiling weakly. He helped carry boxes and bags down the stairs and into his car. On the final load, he took a box down and you looked around your apartment for the last time. You sighed, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. You brought your hand up to your neck, feeling the necklace with a J charm on it. Jeremy had bought you the necklace for your first Christmas together, and you had worn it ever since. You took it off and placed it on the kitchen counter, placing the keys next to it. You shut the door with a final sigh and practically ran down the stairs. For your the final night of your contract, you did the show. It was agonising to play Jeremy’s love interest but you avoided him at all costs backstage, Andrew staying close to prevent Jeremy or Ben coming to talk to you. The kisses you had with Jeremy were agonising, and you could feel how tense he was feeling, although for the finale kiss, he held you tightly, as he knew it would be the last one he would ever have with his wife. When the curtains fell, Andrew immediately came to your side as you both heard “Y/N!” from Jeremy. Andrew told you to ignore him and he pulled you close, walking you up to your dressing room. Another note was left on the desk, with a familiar necklace next to it. 

~ I’m so sorry about your sister…she was amazing. As are you. Keep this. It’s yours. All my love in the world, Jay x ~ 

The necklace you left at your old apartment glistened in the light. You put it on, feeling the familiar J charm once again. You left your costume on the hanger for the last time and collected all your leaving presents and cards from the cast and crew and put them into your large bag. You looked around your dressing room and noticed the note. You put it into your bag quickly, and scribbled a welcoming note for the new Katherine. You turned the lights off and walked down the stairs, joining Andrew by the door. The years went on, and you heard about Jeremy’s success in numerous films, tv programs and shows, all whilst you were waitressing in numerous cafes and restaurants. You went to audition after audition, but no result. Even Andrew was given a part in a new show, which was awesome but heart breaking for you. One night, you were playing on the Xbox once again, when Andrew came home with a guy, obviously both drunk. “Y/N! Meet…” “Marvin” he stuck out his hand dramatically, and you shook it. “Need me to leave, Andy?” “Nah, you’re fine. Just…maybe listen to some music through headphones. Loudly” Andrew smirked at the guy behind him, leading him to his bedroom. You laughed, knowing how hungover Andrew would be in the morning. You plugged your headphones into your phone, pressing shuffle on musical playlist created randomly by Spotify. It started on a song from something called The Last Five Years. It was a pretty catchy tune…but…that voice was so familiar. It couldn’t be. You paused the game and pressed on your phone, anticipating to see the artist. And there it was. Jeremy Jordan. He was in a film? A successful one? You couldn’t help but want to watch it. It took you 30 minutes of debating with yourself before you decided to watch it. The scene unfolded with Anna Kendrick, one of your idols. She was such a good singer, but you thought she didn’t really suit straight, blonde hair. The song was about her husband, Jamie, leaving her. With a note. The camera panned around, catching pictures of Anna and him. Jeremy. Jeremy. Your ex husband. In wedding clothes. You ignored it and watched the rest of the film. The next scene, Anna and Jeremy burst in kissing like wild animals, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous. He was yours for 5 years after all. It seemed…familiar. The film continued and so many things that happened to Cathy and Jamie related so similarly to the relationship you had with Jeremy. Until you pinpointed where the film was actually about you and Jeremy. His character proposed, with the same type speech, in the same exact spot, where Jeremy proposed to you. The wedding was in the same spot. The countless gifts of jewellery. The one necklace with a J charm. The unsuccessful auditions. The countless parties. His note. The film ended, and you were in a state, your jaw wide open. Everything that happened in that movie happened to you and Jeremy. Everything. The noise had quietened from Andrew’s room and so you assumed that Andrew and Marvin were both asleep. You let out the loudest sob you could, crying into a nearby pillow. It didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop crying. It had been years, but you realised that horrible thing that no divorced wife wanted to realise. You still loved him. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up that morning with your duvet over you and the sound of frying bacon in the kitchen. You padded through to the next room, spotting Andrew and Marvin talking over coffee. “There’s my princess!” Andrew opened his arms to you and you hugged him. “Sorry about last night, love. Andrew’s been telling me all about you” Marvin held out his hand, “it’s really nice to meet ya” “You too” you shook his hand and got yourself some water. “Andy?” “Yeah?” “Have you spoken to…Jeremy recently?” His eyes went wide at the mention of his name, but he cleared his throat and shook his head, “Why?” “I want you to watch a film. Over breakfast.” Andrew watched the film with Marvin, and you sat in your room, refusing to watch it again. Andrew knocked on your door after it finished, Marvin cleaning up the plates. “Hey, princess” “Hi” He shuffled over to the bed and sat opposite you, crossing his legs like a child. “It’s about you and him…isn’t it?” “That’s what I thought. But it’s all the same…the way Jamie proposed, where they got married, the parties, the girls, the notes…” Andrew noticed the tears in your eyes begin to form and he took your hand, shushing you. “I’m sorry” “Me too” you smiled at him weakly, before he patted your hand and left the room, telling you to get some proper sleep. You obliged to his request, falling asleep to Love Actually and some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. You were sure it was nothing. The following morning, you got up for work at the cafe opposite the apartment at the usual time, after making Andrew some breakfast and waking him up so he could stretch and warm up before the matinee. Your day was fairly normal until you saw your ex boss. “Simon?” “Y/N! Wow! Hey! How are you doing?” “Umm…good I guess, yeah. So what can I get you?” “Just a coffee please. Black, if possible” “Yeah sure. No worries” you turned to walk back to the till, but Simon called you back. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Seriously? You work as a waitress?” “Alright, Si…don’t rub it in” “No seriously. You’re an amazing actress! Why haven’t you been given a part?!” “There aren’t any right shows for me, I suppose. I’ve auditioned for some but I’m not always perfect” “Would you like to go back to acting?” “It’s my dream, Yeah” “Y/N…I’m doing a live recording of Newsies with the original broadway cast…I was going to send out formal letters but I guess I may as well ask you now as you’re here” You stared at him, speechless, “you’re kidding, right?” Simon shook his head and you squealed slightly, going to hug him. “Of course I will! Wow! Yeah, sure! Shall I tell Andrew or shall I wait for the formal letters?” “Oh you may as well tell him…” “Thank you so much Si! Thank you thank you thank you!” “It’s my pleasure” he chuckled, seeing the excitement on your face “Right, coffee!” You practically skipped to get his order and spent the rest of the day anticipating for your shift to end so you could go home and tell Andrew. He didn’t get in until late that night, but as soon as he entered the apartment you were jumping up from the sofa to hug him. “Y/N? What’s up with you?” He chuckled, hugging you back. “I saw Simon today…” “Simon? As in director Simon?” “Mmhmm…” “And…?” “Oh right. Well…he’s doing a live recording of Newsies with the original cast! That’s you and me baby!” “Oh my god that’s amazing!” Andrew hugged you tightly, trying to restrain you from jumping and breaking the floor. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Did you say original cast?” “Yeah…why?” “You know…that means someone else will be in it…” “Who? Ben? Oh it’s fine, I’ll just try and fix things with him” “No…Jeremy?” “Oh…Yeah. Right.” Your demeanour changed drastically from excited to a somewhat tired manner, although you felt defeated. How could you not of thought of this? Andrew watched your excitement fall from your face into sad and uncaring. “Y/N, don’t let him ruin this for you! You’ve had…well, let’s be honest, a dry spell. And this is your break! Again…” “Yeah. Sure” “Y/N…” “No. It’s fine…who wouldn’t want to play the love interest of their cheating ex husband?” “Y/N” “I’ll do it. It’s just gonna be hella awkward” “It will be fine. Just a couple months rehearsing and a few weeks filming. I’ll be there and so will Ben Frankie, Tommy. Simon will understand too….” “Yeah. Thanks Andy” He kissed your temple and you invited him to sit on the sofa and watch the original Disney film together. Rehearsals couldn’t come soon enough. It was amazing to walk back into the studio room and meet with all the old cast, after so many years. You saw Ben Frankie first, practically jumping into his arms when he opened them. “Benny!!!” “Y/N!” “How you doing?!” “Better now I’m with my favourite girl” he smiled, and you playfully smacked him. “Y/N, it’s great you’re here and all but…you gonna be okay?” You nodded, faking a large and over enthusiastic smile. He grinned back, embracing you one more before you greeted the rest of the cast. It was inevitable that you would come back to see Ben Cook. “Hey” you walked up to him, noticing how awkward he felt. “Hi, Y/N. How you been?” “I’m still here, so I suppose I’m alright. Yourself?” “Yeah, good. It’s good to be back…” “Ben?” “Yeah?” “I forgive you. Okay? Jesus we were best friends for years, let’s not let one mistake you made ruin that. Alright?” Ben nodded, a weak apologetic smile forming on your face. He held out his hand, and you shook it playfully before hugging him. “Just, no more mistakes again” “Agreed” he laughed at you, squeezing you tightly once, “you gonna be okay being with Jeremy again?” “It’s work. I’m not gonna talk to him if I can help it” you smiled at him reassuringly. “I’m right by ya” he squeezed your hand before Simon called you all over to the circle of desks for the read through. You sat in between Ben and Andrew, laughing with them as you were handed your script. You could see Jeremy out the corner of your eye. He looked tired, depressed and beaten. You so desperately wanted to go to him but you knew it would be wrong. You both knew this was strictly work and not pleasure, so during the read through, the two of you refused to make eye contact. During the break, you were eating your pasta salad by your bag, scrolling though Facebook and Instagram on your phone. Many fans had heard about the release of the live recording and were bombarding you with good luck messages. You were reading an email from your agent when two feet stood in front of you. You looked up to see Jeremy. You half heartedly smiled at him and continued to scroll through the email. “Y/N-“ “Go away. I’m working” “So am I. I wanna talk to you” “And I want to eat my lunch, carry on with the read through and go home. So if you don’t mind, can you leave me alone?” “Y/N, please. I-“ Andrew walked over, interrupting Jeremy’s pleads, “Jeremy, take a walk. She doesn’t want to talk to you” Jeremy just looked at Andrew and walked back over to his bag, slumping down against the wall and reading through the script over and over. “You alright, princess?” “Yeah. Thanks for saving me” “That’s my job” he plopped down next to you and began digging through your bag, finding the chocolate and breaking a piece off, eating it before you could protest. “That was mine” “I’m your roommate. What’s yours is technically mine” “I’ll remember that next time you tell me off for eating your cereal” “Ah. But cereal is a different matter” “How?!” “Well-“ As if he knew, Simon called the end of the break and summoned everyone back to the desks. You finished the rehearsal and retreated to Andrew, who was talking to Simon about his new additional song. He wanted to sing it through so you got to hear it. It was the most beautiful song in the world. “Y/N, what do you think?” Simon turned to you “Beautiful, Si. Really, really nice” you smiled at him, nodding in agreement. Simon wanted to talk to Andrew privately so you exited the studio, bumping into Jeremy. “Y/N, please can I just talk to you? For 5 minutes? Please?” “Go away” you continued walking down the hallway, trying to get to the stairwell as quickly as possible. “Please! I just want to apologise?” You stopped and turned around to face him, “apologise? APOLOGISE?! JEREMY! You broke my heart into a thousand pieces! You lied to my face! You slept with 5. Other. Girls! Jesus Christ, Jeremy! Is your brain really that fucking small to not think for a second that your ex wife who divorced you for cheating on her is just going to forgive you? You didn’t mean a single word of our wedding vows, and I know you meant every word of our divorce. You’re a fucking joke. I bet you even think I came back for you. I’m just here for Simon. I’m here for the boys. Not for you” Jeremy just stood there, staring at you. His lip was shaking and he tried to form words but you shook your head and left the building, sitting on a step outside waiting for Andrew. You waited for about 15 minutes, thinking about your previous relationship with Jeremy, before Andrew came outside, walking home with you. When you got inside, Andrew called shotgun on the shower first so you retired to your room, changing out of the sweaty clothes and into your robe, waiting your turn for the shower. You were sorting through the laundry when the landline rang. It was odd, as the landline only rang when it was Andrew’s grandmother, but she always emailed first to let him know. You walked over to it, Andrew’s t-shirt in hand, and answered. “Hello?” “Y/N? It’s Jeremy” “Oh my god, now you’re stalking me?!” “No, Y/N, I just really need to talk to you…” “Jeremy, you had your chance. I’ve forgiven you once before, and even then you fucking lied to me! Why do you think ill forgive you now?” “Y/N, I’ve spent the last 5 years in depression from losing the one thing I loved the most. I don’t know what got into me. I loved you and I still do. I know I married you for a reason…” “I know I divorced you for a reason” “Y/N, please just talk it through with me?” “No. Please, stop this. I’m trying to work. Leave me alone” You hung up, not wanting Jeremy to get another word in edge ways. You began to cry into the t-shirt in hand, when Andrew came up behind you, rubbing your arms. “Please wash that again” “Fuck you KB” “I love you too. That was him wasn’t it?” “He’s stalking me, I swear” “He spoke to me on the stairs. I hate him with all my guts, I mean why wouldn’t I? He hurt my girl” “Shut it…” “But anyway, he said he’s never felt more alone and unwanted in his life. He really loves you” “I love him too” “I understand why you’re being like this, I mean I would too if Marvin pulled a trick like this on me…but at least give him a chance?” “I already did” “Every person gets 3 strikes. He’s made 2…let this be his last chance. Who knows? Things may get better” “My life HAS been better. Without him…” “Try it. For me? If you both agree to get on, fantastic. If you don’t? Fine. But at least give it a shot” You contemplated it for a bit, before sighing, “I hate when you’re right” “Indian or Pizza tonight?” “Indian…” “And what film?” “Elf…” “Y/N, it’s the middle of June, you can’t watch a-“ “Elf” “Elf it is then” Andrew chuckled, kissing your temple before going to order the food. The following day, you worked on King of New York with the boys, which was the best day you had in years. The way you all laughed and mucked about, all while doing one of the best songs. It was tiring to do so much tap dancing after so many years, but you felt refreshed after rehearsal. When it ended, Andrew was waiting outside for you and you walked home together. You were halfway down the street when you heard your name. You turned around and saw Jeremy jogging behind you. You groaned and continued walking, but Jeremy grabbed your wrist. “JEREMY! LEAVE ME-“ “You left your phone…” You looked at his hand, which held your phone. You cleared your throat awkwardly, taking your phone from him quickly. You gave him a weak smile, “Thanks…” Jeremy just smiled at you, before walking back towards the studio. You couldn’t quite believe what had happened, and you just turned to look at Andrew, who had a cocky smirk on his face. “Don’t start” “I didn’t say anything!” “Yeah fuck off Andy” “Y/N!” He laughed loudly, plodding alone behind you as you childishly stomped off. Jeremy was typically good at leaving you alone, only talking to you when you were working on a scene together. You admit, it was hugely awkward at first, but as rehearsals continued, you began to share smiles and laughs, feeling more comfortable, although the two of you didn’t talk out of rehearsals. During the last few rehearsals, Simon sent you and Jeremy to practice Something To Believe In, and the kiss…it felt so different. He never did it the way he just did. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him with a swift motion. He looked at you for a minute before gently pressing his lips to yours. His other hand ran up your arm and landed on your upper back. You felt your stomach tumble and kissed him back, bringing your arms up from your side up to around his neck. Neither of you attempted to pull away. If anything, you both tried to deepen the kiss even more. Eventually, he stopped, and you rested your forehead on his, panting for your breath again. “Shit” you whispered, laughing slightly. Jeremy laughed with you, bringing his arms to both of your arms, stroking them. “Y/N…I’m sorry” “I know. I’m sorry too” “what do you have to be sorry about? Jesus I put you through hell! What I would do to turn back time and stop myself…” You cleared your throat, pushing away from Jeremy, “maybe we should go over our first song, because I think we’re a bit rusty on the-“ “Y/N…I want to try us again” “What?” “I miss you. So fucking badly…” “Jay-“ “No. Please. I love you so much. I have done since the day I met you, and I have never ever for a singular moment stopped loving you. I would take every fucking mistake back if I could if I knew I wouldn’t lose you. I love you so fucking much…” You sighed in defeat and took Jeremy’s hand, “Jay, I love you too. But this isn’t right” Jeremy kissed your hand, but you pulled it away, “I’m sorry, Jay…” He nodded, smiling at you weakly. As if a miracle happened, Andrew came into the room. “Si wants you two to come in…he’s giving an overview” Jeremy went out quickly, leaving you to plod our behind him. “Alright Princess?” “Mmhm…I just need some ice cream” “I’ve stocked up at home” “I love you” Andrew smiled at you and walked with you to the other room. All the way through the overview, you couldn’t stop thinking about Jeremy. You looked over at him at one point to catch him staring at you. You moved your gaze quickly, smiling at the thought. “Shit…” you mumbled, Andrew catching it. “What?” He whispered. “I’m falling in love…” Andrew just stared at you, anger across his face. “Ice cream. Tissues. Serious conversation.” Andrew whispered harshly, before turning his attention back to Simon. You sighed deeply and slouched back into your chair. Back at home, you felt like you were being interrogated. “Y/N, what the hell?!” “I don’t know…I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know…” “Ice cream. Talk.” You took a spoonful of ice cream, before mumbling to Andrew “he’s him. He’s apologised” “Y/N, he cheated on you” “He was sincere” “Y/N, he’s a cheater” “Hang on, Andy! You’re the one that told me to give him another chance!” Andrew just stared at you blankly, before you pointed at the tub of ice cream, “spoonful” He groaned, taking a spoonful of ice cream, when you both heard the phone ring. “Hello?” Andrew picked up your own phone, fighting you off, “No, she’s in the shower…” “ANDY OFF!” Andrew looked at you, stopping fighting you before handing the phone over to you, taking another spoonful of ice cream. “Hello?” “Y/N, hey. It’s me” “Hey, Jay” “Listen, I was wondering if you were willing to meet with me? Just to talk things over?” You sighed, debating what to do, “Where?” “Bandstand?” “What’s your obsession with that place?” You heard him laugh over the phone, “It means a lot to me. I’ll see you there before rehearsals?” “Sure. See ya” You hung up, flinging your phone across the bed, looking up at Andrew’s shocked face. “I don’t believe you” “You’d hate me if I told you what happened today” “What happened?” You just smirked and left the room, rubbing towards the bathroom like a little kid. “Y/N!!! What happened?!!!” You chuckled behind the door, only leaving when you knew the coast was clear. He was leaning against the wall opposite the door, his arms crossed. “You kissed him didn’t you?” “That’s my job” “For pleasure…didn’t you?” You just nodded at him, smiling cheekily. Andrew groaned and began to tickle you. The next day, you met Jeremy at the bandstand. He was dressed in jeans and a shirt, smart for him to be honest. He held a singular rose in his hand and a small box in the other. “Jay?” “Hey, Y/N…” “What’s all this?” “For you, if you want it?” “Jeremy…” “Y/N, I want nothing more than to make you happy. I’ve learnt from my mistakes and I swear that I will do everything in my power to get us to where we were. I love you with all I have. I’m not asking you to marry me, but I’m asking you if you want to be mine again?” He opened the box, revealing your engagement and wedding ring on a silver chain. “Andrew’s gonna kill me…” “I’m surprised you haven’t killed me” You looked at him, smiling, “Jay, I’ll be yours again. But you gotta work hard to get us back to where we were. We’ll take it slow, okay?” “You’re mine?” “Always have been” you walked up to him and hugged him, hearing his sobs. You shushed him, running your fingers through his hair. He helped you put on the necklace and walked you back to your old apartment. “Jay, it’s a mess!” “I haven’t had you here to help me” “But you’re not incapable” “I’ll walk you home, so you can grab your stuff before rehearsals. I just need to grab my stuff and then I’m set” “I actually don’t want to go home” “Why?” “I’m scared Andrew might kill us” “He’s a petal, he won’t harm either one of us, no matter how angry he is” He walked up to you, kissing your cheek and pulling you in for a hug before walking you home. Andrew was surprisingly supportive, and congratulated both of you before walking with you both to the studio. The rehearsals went on and then filming began, day after day after day. Each day, Jeremy would come over to your apartment with Andrew and take your stuff back to his, until eventually, you were moved back in. Jeremy worked incredibly hard, spending every moment he could with you. He took you out every night and even when you didn’t want to go out, he spent the night with you with a pizza and Xbox, just as it used to be. You truly fell in love with him all over again, and felt like you did before he proposed. The last day of filming was in front of an audience. The thrill of performing in front of an audience again made Jeremy go wild, and he covered your desk with little gifts that reminded you of your marriage with him, excluding the girls. He knocked on your door at the 15 minute call, waiting to walk you down. “Jay, can I ask you something?” “What’s up?” “It’s about that film you did…with Anna Kendrick?” “No, I didn’t get with her” “Jay, not funny…” “Sorry” “Why was it so similar to our relationship?” Jeremy sighed and hesitated slightly, “the director asked me to do it, and I almost turned it down because of our divorce. I went through the story and he loved it. It fit every song perfectly. Didn’t you see it was dedicated to you?” “Was it?” “Mmhm…” “I didn’t watch until the end of the credits…no normal person does” Jeremy laughed and engulfed you in his famous bear hug. “Come on, baby girl. Show time” You smiled at him and walked backstage hand in hand. You fixed your mics and gave each other a final kiss before he went on. You felt so proud in that moment when he was singing, as if he was your husband. He was, truly, even if he wasn’t legally. The show went on and the reaction from the audience was overwhelming. Singing your song again in front of an audience felt amazing and you came off stage nearly in tears. It was coming to the end, and you were singing the final song. As rehearsed, Jeremy pulled you into the final pose. You saw him fiddle with his mic pack before he whispered in your ear. “Marry me? Again?” He stood back, looking at you lovingly. You stood there, trying to catch your breath, unable to form words. Your eyes started welling up and you just nodded, kissing him deeply. The audience went wild and the cast just looked at the two of you as you held on to each other. All the memories of him cheating forgotten. You truly believed he had changed and you had always wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You promised to love him until death, and you would. He promised to support you in everything you did, and you knew he would. He believed in you and you believed in him. You knew this was right. “Yes!”

[chicagogay98]

OCPD: Chapter 3

10/14/97

Here it was. The Saturday we agreed on. I was going to go on a real date with a guy. And with the adorable Scott. And I don’t know what got into me these last few weeks. 3 weeks ago, I would’ve laughed in your face if you told me I’d be going on a date with a guy and stuffing my face with pastries out of nerves beforehand. I guess therapy was really changing me. I took the final bite out of the cherry Danish and thought though the entire date one more time in my head. I’d go to his apartment. I’d ring the knock on the door. He’d open it. He’d have dinner set up in his dining room. We’d talk while eating. But then what? That’s the part that gave me anxiety. The fact that it could go anywhere after that. And I certainly wasn’t ready for that.

I found the nearby alarm clock, and noticed it was still only 3:18. There was still almost 3 hours until I was supposed to be there. Hungry still and with butterflies that made me feel slightly sick, I saw the mostly full box of ensure. I stumbled out of bed, sat on the floor and cut it open without restraint. In an uncharacteristically savage mood, I chugged the whole carton down and felt tightness on my stomach. It actually felt kinda enjoyable. So, I continued with one more. My typically concave stomach seemed like it bulged out ever so slightly. Confused, I realized that I liked how it looked and felt. Dr. Philipps would be proud.

I jumped into the shower, finding it impossible to get my hands off my temporary curves around my midsection, completely fixated on how it felt. I dried off, and put on a size medium slim fit green button-down and size 30x34 black slacks. Being tall, but lanky, this outfit usually fit baggy on my tiny frame. That day though, it looked sexy, as if it was actually made to fit my body perfectly. I finished the look with a belt, even though it wasn’t really necessary. I combed my hair a little differently, and put on my citrus cologne. I usually loved it, but it reminded me of Scott’s licorice scent, and also lemon pound cakes, because those are the shit!

Well I was completely ready, but it was still over an hour to go. I scanned the room once, then twice, and finally a third time, making sure that I was bringing everything I needed and that everything else was in its proper place. I couldn’t fix my roommate’s crap, as much as I wish I could clean the entire place out. I did that once, and he wasn’t pleased. Finally, I looked up at the Virgin Mary plaque in the corner I set up. I immediately fell to my knees, shameful. I guess I was already embarking on an impure mission.

“Heavenly Father and all the saints, please forgive me. I know I’m disobeying you. Take mercy on me, Lord.”

Again, I did that 3 times, still feeling a bit uneasy. I checked my watch. 5:12. I still had plenty of time to walk across town and pick up flowers, before heading to Scott’s place. As I headed to the store, I recognized the woman standing on the front porch. It was my (ex) best friend Kelly’s friend from her nursing classes, Liz. This was going to be an unavoidable confrontation.

“Hey there! Justin, right?”

“Yup”, I looked down at her. “How are you, Liz?”

“Oh, I’m great. Things with me and Greg are going so nicely! Just picking up flowers for our date this evening.”

I suddenly realized, that was probably the most obvious reason a 19-year-old would buy flowers. And I was clearly here on a mission. Liz interrupted my panicked thoughts.

“You look nice too. Better than the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah, I’ve been doing better. I guess I’ll see you around. And tell Kelly I’m willing to talk if she wants.”

“Will do. Although I thought with those flowers…you were going to see her.”

I settled on a vibrant bouquet of chrysanthemums and promptly paid the $8.95. It felt like such an absolute waste of money- especially now that I didn’t have a job anymore. But I knew Dr. Philipps would be proud of me for spending unnecessarily. Plus, it provided some exercise and something to keep my heart from racing. Hearing that new Sarah McLachlan song sure seemed to describe what I felt about Scott, that he was “building a mystery”.

I knew Scott’s apartment was on the east side of town, but I guess I never really knew what to imagine. I trekked up the stairs in the austere, black building, all the while reading and re-reading the notecard he wrote his address and phone number on. It would be mortifying ringing a stranger’s doorbell. I glanced one last time at the slip, then the door that matched the 302 address, and then my watch, which read 5:58. I smiled at how on time I was, and ringed the doorbell.

Scott opened the door, very much dressed down, and with lightly tousled hair that smelled like that lovely cologne. He pulled me into a big hug, patting my back.

“I’ll take those from you. But you really didn’t have to. I’m just glad that you’re here.” He said flashing a toothy grin.

“I’m glad to be here too. You’ve got a great place.” I said, biting my lip, keeping the part that wanted to criticize how disorganized it seemed to me inside.

“I’ve got an Italian feast prepped for you. Pasta puttanesca, garlic bread, some salad, and something special for dessert.”

“Wow, man. It’s only us two. You trying to fatten me up?”

“Well that’s what the doctor ordered…”

We both laughed and then sat at the small table, almost overflowing with food. Scott served healthy servings of everything on my plate, and then equally large portions on his own.

“Dig in”

I gave one last sign of the cross and a quick prayer- for the food and for what I was about to do. And then gorged as if I didn’t already eat loads today. I started on the salad, only eating it out of politeness, as I really didn’t like salad. I then gorged on the pasta, which was surprisingly hearty and filling, making each mouthful feel increasingly like a brick.

“This is some great stuff, man. Wish you cooked for me everyday.”

“I’d like that…”

I gave him a confused look.

“Oh shit, I forgot the wine. I know that you’re not 21, but is it cool?”

“Definitely.”

Eating something so hearty made me thirsty, and I found myself asking for another glass before finishing my plate.

“You really know how to treat a guy. I’m stuffed.”

“Come on, man. Look at how much leftovers I still have. You’re gonna get me fat if you don’t eat your equal share.”

I took a quick look at Scott’s polo, tight not only around the arms and chest, but also lower.

“It might be too late for that” I watched as his already pale face went ghost white.

“Damn. I thought you were nice…”

“Sorry, man. It’s just some teasing. Didn’t mean it that way.” “You’re good, man...I actually like it. The teasing. And the eating til I’m full. I guess that’s why I haven’t really put an effort to lose this gut.” He lifted it up from his lap. “Want to touch it?”

Thoughts spinning, I nervously replied “yeah”. Firmly, his warm hand grabbed my own, and rather than simply placing it on top of the dome of his gut, he lifted his own polo up and over the sphere, and pushed my hand into his hairy flesh. It was much softer and hairier than I imagined. I gave it a squeeze and noticed how that made Scott’s eyes pop a little more out.

“You like that, big guy?”

He simply nodded, as I stepped up and out of my chair and brought the whole pot of pasta to the table with a clunk. I emptied the contents on both our plates, but mostly my own. Not needing any more words, we dug in into our second helpings. Both of us slowed down, but without the awkwardness, we kept eating- for each other. I started feeling the alcohol, and uncharacteristically gave out a laugh out of nowhere. The big softie, echoed my sentiment, and we just gazed into each other, completely satisfied. He broke the silence.

“Lemme get the dessert”, Scott said, rising up, revealing how swollen his body looked, and how tight his clothes were. He came back with a whole tray of 9 molten lava cakes. Without asking how many I wanted, he placed 3 on both of our plates.

“Dig in.”

Delicious, just like all the other food Scott prepared, it wasn’t too much of a feat, even in my stuffed stupor to down all three. The guy across the table from me was struggling a little however, but trying to keep his cool. Finishing mine before his, I grabbed two more and placed the last one on his plate. He gave me a grunt in recognition and we both continued eating. Completely packed, we both gave a huge sigh, as we leaned back in victory. Everything was eaten clean, except for half of the bowl of salad.

“Good to know that I have another guy that can keep up with my eating. You really impressed me out there, bud.”

“Thanks, Scott. You impressed me too.”

“Wanna come to my couch?”

My heart racing, despite my slurred loss of inhibition, “definitely.”

He didn’t even need to turn on the tv as distraction, instead giving me a complete show. Standing up, he lifted his arms, as the tight polo, lifted, revealing the bottom of his hairy gut, and stopping there on the way down. He gave it all a jiggle, and then simply took it off. I took an audible gasp, as I realized that Scott was literally everything I wanted physically, something I’d never get from a girl. His cute grin took me over the top.

“Scott, I think you’re amazing. I really like you and want to do this again.”

“Good, because that’s exactly what I was thinking.”

He slowly and gingerly undid every button off my green shirt, and then took it off entirely, revealing that I had a small pooch of mostly food overtop my now tight slacks and belt. Without much effort, the pants came off, along with the belt, until we were both in just our boxer briefs. We grabbed a blanket, and just lay there on the couch, the weight of his heavy stomach laying next to mine. The sensation of his belly was truly euphoric. I felt a sharp prick in my shoulder, and suddenly my eyes heavy and my whole perception suddenly black.

[maximumkillshotstillwritess-blog]

When You Call Part 4

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, FLUFFY AF, some angst, panic attack  

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader  

Characters: Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader  

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Previously…..

“I thought you didn’t want your rut to get worse,” I replied nonchalantly.

“I can handle myself. I’d rather smell you. Your scent calms me, ‘Mega.” Damn him and that growl. Heat pooled immediately in between my thighs and Dean smelled it. “There’s a time and a place and with how banged up you are. This ain’t the time or place. Get in, ‘Mega. We still have a few hours before Sam’s early morning ass gets up.”

As soon as I got into the bed Dean scooched himself closer to me put his arm under my head. Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem, but Dean’s in rut, so now I can only describe what I felt as a push and pull. I want him, I always wanted him, but this… This was a craving, more than that, a necessity… I needed Dean…

Yup… this was gonna be a long night.

Y/N’s POV:

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I began to slowly awaken to the dull thud of what sounded like footsteps. My head snapped up to see Sam dressed in his running outfit, all except for one shoe.

“Damn it, did I wake you?” asked Sam as he fiddled with a shoelace that just wasn’t cooperating.

As I gained consciousness I began to notice that I wasn’t just sleeping on my side, like I always did. I moved my legs and realized that they were tangled with Deans. Dean was fully facing my back cradling my head with his arm, effectively making me the little spoon. The next thing that I noticed was a heavy weight on my hip, when I touched it to feel what it was, it was Dean’s hand.

The weirdest thing was, the more purchase I gained the more I realized that I felt nothing but a dull pain in my ribs. Hmm, I guess sleeping for those three days did wonders for me.  

“Wake is such a strong word, I’m a light sleeper anyway, so no big deal. Need help with that pan-hands?” I responded, joking with him of course. The minute I tried to sit up it felt like tiny knives were surrounding my ribcage and stabbing me simultaneously. I couldn’t help but whimper and try to curl into a ball, protecting my ribs from nothing in particular.

“Shit, stay down Y/N/N. Your ribs are shattered. Lemme get you some painkillers,” Sam immediately sprung into action. I gratefully swallowed the pills and checked to see if Dean was pulled to consciousness by my lack of self-awareness. I looked and noticed that he was still out like a light.

“I didn’t feel anything when I woke up… shit!” I silently cursed myself.

“That makes sense,” quipped Sam.

“Oh really?”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Sam sat down on the other bed to talk to me while he finished taking care of his stupid laces. “Yeah, there are studies that show that Alpha scents have a chemical in their pheremones that affect Omega’s in the way an opiate would, almost like morphine. I think they named it ‘OC-42’. That’s why many Omegas are never fully sated when they’re with a Beta, especially in heat. They don’t have that chemical to literally get high off of. Another study showed that an Omega’s scent has that very same effect on Alphas, especially when they’re in rut. Really interesting stuff.”

I listened intently as Sam and I always had similar interests when it came to research.

“Ok, first off, you need to send me those articles, and secondly, why do they call it ‘OC-42’ and what does that have to do with me going from no pain to crippling agony?” I asked.

Sam chuckled, “I’ll email it to you today! It’s called ‘OC-42’ because ‘OC’ is an acronym for ‘opiodal chemical’ and ‘42’ is in there because the chromosome that’s responsible for the production of that chemical seems to be the 42nd chromosome in human DNA. As for the reason why this makes sense for your case? You were wrapped up in Dean, hell you still are a bit. Here’s the trick, when you were sleeping, half of your face was on his arm, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Y/N, one of the scenting glands are there, at the bend of the elbow. That’s why you didn’t feel anything until your head left his arm,” replied Sam.

“Hmm, that is definitely interesting,” I said with a smirk.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“What’s interesting?” groaned Dean as his eyes slowly began to open.

“Apparently you are like morphine to me, because I’m in heat and you’re in rut,” I replied.

“And that’s different from how we normally are, how? I’ve always been your morphine,” uttered Dean mischievously as he began to sit up carefully.

“Hell no Winchester. You, my good friend, give me all of the headaches,” I chuckled in response.

Originally posted by thejabberwock

“You know, that would hurt if I didn’t know better,” smirked Dean as he called the diner and ordered the food to go. After he hung up he began to get dressed.  

“Where are you going? Don’t leave,” I began to panic. Why was I panicking? Those assholes were dead, what did I have to worry about? I can’t be alone, I can’t be without him.

“Sweetheart, relax. I’m just going to get you breakfast, you haven’t eaten in days,” Dean tried to soothe me but it wasn’t working.

“Nononononononono… Dean, you are not leaving me. You can’t leave me, what if someone else comes? I can’t fight, I can’t run. I can’t even get to the bathroom on my own. How in the hell am I going to be able to fight for myself ?” I rushed out the sentences as the walls began to close in.

“Sweetheart Sam won’t go anywhere, okay? One of us is going to be with you the whole time… Don’t worry.” Dean reassured me.

“I’m not asking for Sam… I’m asking for you, Dean! Please don’t leave me!” I was near tears until I smelled that familiar scent that reached to the core of my anxiety and smothered it. I felt strong hands wrap me from behind as Dean petted my hair and shushed me.

“Then it’s settled, I’m not going anywhere, ok? I’m right here, I’ll protect you no matter what…. “ Cooed Dean as he slowly got my breathing down to normal. I didn’t care about the pain in my ribs as I twisted myself around to bury my face in Dean’s neck.

Dean looked at Sam, “Sam, could you get the food before your run, it’s already ordered. I got it from the diner in town, you remember?” He kissed me on the top of my head as soon as he finished speaking, letting me know that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right back” replied Sam as he grabbed Baby’s keys from the table and left

Dean’s POV:

The minute I saw the desperation in her eyes I knew three things: I knew that I was done for, NO ONE WILL EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN, and that I’d die without her. I don’t know what caused these feelings. It’s not the rut, it wasn’t a territorial feeling, even if it was they usually come and go with the waves of rut. Those feelings were and still are deep. They are in my soul. As I wrapped my hands around her to soothe her, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

Seeing her beg for me to stay broke my heart, but I also felt a sense of reassurance. Knowing that Y/N wanted me and only me, knowing that it was my scent that calmed her, reassured me of the fact that we have a connection that is deeper than just feelings or memories. We have an instinctual tether to each other, a bond. Yet there was something more than just a bond.

I had no idea how I didn’t see it before. Every single time we go on a hunt I’m always hypervigilant of Y/N and everytime she gets hurt I immediately go into “kill everything” mode.

That would also explain why Bobby and Dad wanted us as far away as possible from each other when we presented. They kept us away from each other because they knew… They knew what -whatever the hell- we were and are looked like. It was dangerous at the time, so they separated us… I only sobbed in front of my father once, that was when Y/N was ripped away from me on that hot summer day.

Originally posted by amal-albuloshia

Dad and Bobby had tricked us into separating, unpacking something in her overnight bag that she was going to take on the hunt with us. When she went up to get it, dad whispered: “I’m sorry Dean.” When I asked him what he meant, he locked the doors and revved up the Impala. I begged him to stop. To just wait for her, I begged him, I bargained with him.

As we began to pull away, I heard Bobby yelling, “Y/N baby doll calm down… No, you aren’t going! It’ll be alright. It’s for the best for once trust me!”

I remembered looking in the rear-view mirror of the Impala, I couldn’t turn around or I would’ve thrown myself clear through Baby’s back window. I saw Y/N trying to break free of Bobby’s grasp as I heard her scream “No you can’t take him away, Papa no! DEAN! Papa, you can’t do this.” Her hands were clawing at the air, trying to rope the car back to her as tears fell down her face while Bobby continued to struggle to keep her at bay.

I felt this hot searing pain go through me like I was being ripped in half. The pain was an old friend. I used to have that pain every night when I was a kid and only one person could numb me, could take the pain away, that person was Y/N. The pain was constant until she would lay down with me and hum to me. I taught her “Sweet Child O’Mine” just so that she could hum it to me when that pain got torturous. When I was a kid, that pain would be accompanied with flashes of my moms face, little sounds clips of her humming “Hey Jude,” all the times she said, “I love you, Dean.”

That day, that pain was the same, but instead of my mom in my head, it was Y/N. Her smiling face when we would sneak out with Sammy and try to give him some sort of a normal childhood by taking him to the park. The light as it danced off of her hair, the utter joy at seeing Sammy’s smile, at seeing my smile.

I remembered when she nearly died on a hunt. A ghoul got her pretty good and she wouldn’t let anyone else touch her but me. Bobby and Dad gave a huff as they sat across the room while I patched her up.

Then all of the nights, the way that she’d hold me, protect me. Almost like a pirate guards their treasure, so certain that, if anyone dare touched what was hers, they’d walk the plank, I am hers. Same with Sammy, everytime he so much as whimpered in a dream her whole body shot up, moving to his bed to soothe his mind.

As I openly sobbed in the front seat of the car that day. Dad, of course, didn’t care. Maybe it wasn’t that he didn’t care, but that he remembered the feeling of mom getting ripped away from him. He knew the pain and didn’t know how to make it better.

That also explained why Uncle Bobby hated us going anywhere together. He didn’t want Y/N to get hurt if I died, well at least not hurt beyond repair. After reliving all of this I finally put two and two together.

I never realized that Y/N never felt like family to me. As I held her tiny frame in my arms while she nuzzled my neck, I didn’t feel like I was holding a family member, she felt like home. She felt like a jewel that I’d be an idiot not to protect. Like my reason for existing, my reason for being. Every single time I’m around her it feels like I finally found the missing puzzle piece, and that feeling was always there. I just never pinpointed it.

I didn’t know what to call it when I was four because I was so young. That pull, that feeling I always had towards her, it wasn’t just friendship, lust, or hormones, hell it wasn’t even instinct… It was love. Not the feeling of being in love, no, the real thing. The love that people have died for. The love that people will crawl out of hell for like Y/N did. This love that I have for her is the love that most people don’t even get to experience in a lifetime…  and I experienced that love every day since the first day I met her at Uncle Bobby’s. I don’t feel like she’s family because she isn’t. She doesn’t feel like family because I love her… I love her.

After Sam left the room, I knew I had to tell her. I couldn’t wait anymore and we didn’t have much time before he came back.

When she calmed down I began what could’ve possibly been the most awkward conversation of our lives.

“Y/N, sweetheart, we need to talk,” I said not nearly as confidently as I had hoped it’d come out.

“About what, Dean?” she asked. Damn, she looked up at me with those doe eyes, I knew that I was a goner before, but now… Now I’m not only gone… but loving it too.

Just breathe Dean, just breathe. You are talking to your best friend… that’s it.

“About something that I’ve been feeling for a while and I didn’t even know it.”

Dude, cut it out with the voice shaking, she’s gonna get spooked!

“Oooooookay… Don’t see how that has something to do with me but continue.”

This is good… she didn’t run! Progress Dean, good job, ok now… Just don’t fuck up!

Thanks for being vague yet again conscious.

My pleasure!

I leaned into her neck and took a deep breath, I felt even more of a pull to her when I did. I muttered into her neck “It has everything to do with you.”

“Listen, I know that what I did, going out on my heat without one of you, it was stupid and childish. It was selfish and I should’ve at least let Sam come along. I know that, I was just so furious.” Muttered Y/N as she pulled away from me, covering her face in shame.

Quick, comfort her! She thinks you’re still pissed.

“I get it if you don’t want to hunt with me anymore. I compromised myself. You don’t need someone like that on your team.”

SHITTTT MOVE YOUR MOUTH WINCHESTER!!! I SWEAR TO EVERY DEITY IF YOU DON’T OPEN YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!!

Originally posted by destielonfire

“NO! Nononononono, you can’t leave, Y/N. I’m not pissed about what happened, ok?” I semi-rushed the words out of my mouth. I took  breath after I let the words fly out, trying to figure out what to say.

C’mon man, she’s gotta know… you need her… she needs you.

I get it conscious, thank you for your lovely input, yet again!

I can tell you’re being sarcastic, wise-ass.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?” asked Y/N. Damn her lips are in a semi pout, they looked so perfect and before I knew it I leaned into her.

Originally posted by gifworld13

That first kiss. Her lips were so soft and still slightly chapped as I molded mine to hers. Their inherent warmth entranced every single fiber of my being and for once, I was complete. I could feel her begin to moan into the kiss as she brought her hands to my cheeks. Then her scent hit me, fields of wildflowers, fresh rain, pie, her slightly fruity notes that were all her own. My God, it felt like the gates of heaven opened to finally give me some relief. Relief of all of my stress, my worries, all that mattered was her.

Originally posted by samslostshoe-deansbaby

When I broke the kiss and touched our foreheads together I breathed, “I’m looking at you like this because I love you.”

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[thesanguinecrow]

How ya doin my pal, wanna aloborate on those posts ye made there? (Obviously you don't have too, but I hope those feelings pass soon/ whatever caused them is resolved)

hey there my dearanon!

In reference to these posts: 

TLDR: person who kinda led me on but i care about a lot isrefusing to accept help, other ppl are irritating, and im livid

so this summer i started talking more withthis guy who i find physically attractive that i met last school year who whenfirst laying his eyes upon me he turns and is in awe like he just saw a goddessand proceeds to give me multiple hugs. everything seemed great we had goodconversations and it got really compliment heavy and, probably not exactwording but, he said “would it be crazy to say i might like you” but nonethe less still acting as if he said he did. (quick side note: what the fuck doyou mean maybe) me being the lonely ass i am seeing a golden opportunity ofoutlet for the intense love i can and want to provide goes for it but lemmestress that maybe.

things go on and we cool we chill but then hebrings up that he did the do with his childhood friend the day he startedtalking to me and the same day he said he “might” like me (kindairrelevant but he was in Oregon at thattime and I was in Los Angeles) i tell him im hurt i thought i was special toyou and i guess i still am but whatever (low key feel like this wasmanipulative) and hes like yeah you are special and important but it all justkinda crashed and dissolved from there 

but the thing is i get, i feel, unhealthilyattached and i still got this torrent of emotion flowing through me im alsohella codependent. he has coping issues and often resorts to shitty copingmethods like empty relationships, weed, and alcohol and i dont want to see himfuck up his life like i want to help him through his issues and not spiral intoshit he can have a good life. 

one day he calls me and hes like i dont feelgood i feel like imma pass out n shit ive been telling him for the past coupledays to stop relying on those things its not healthy i tell him to eat well andstop living off energy drinks then he hangs up outta no where and i get ignoredfor like half an hour im here thinking holy crap hes passed out on the floorand then  he calls back soundin all fine an dandy. eventually we stoptalking and he actually stopped using his phone entirely still to this day so ihave no way of contact outside of school. 

school starts again and i try to start thingsup i still wanna help him i talk and ask hows he doin and he got a littlebetter he opens up about his afflictions but hes refusing to accept my help andi know i cant force him to accept it and he doesnt need to talk to me about itbut he still keeps using this shitty coping mechanisms to avoid his problemsand doesnt get help and im screaming its not like wine where itll all be fine.things like this can rot, boil, and fester creating something horrible beyond mymind to currently describe. 

one of my friends has confronted him and toldhim that he should be more careful about his actions and how they affect othersand that people (specifically mentioning me) care a lot about him to which hereplies so and so just wants you to hate me and its not that bad (but ithonestly is that bad from what hes told me and what ive seen) 

disclaimer im conflicted and kinda feel like i haveno right to have gotten so livid. today i saw him with his girlfriend, a statuscoming out of no where, and my other friend tells it was based on a bet and hehas little to no actual attraction for her and at this point idk if have rightto be mad. i dont necessarily want to be in a relationship with him right nowbut i dont want him to be using empty relationships and people as copingbecause thats a shitty thing to do and its not fixing the problem and i get solivid. 

that was part one. part two is about myadvanced fashion class but not to get so into detail about that i havent madeprogress for like a week i have so many outfits to finish and am feelinginadequate and my classmates and the teacher can sometimes be difficult. 

sorry for the hella long rant still bitter butive cooled off considerably from right when it went down. i should probablyjust let him go. i care i tried but maybe its just best i leave it. i dont havetime to have to deal with this kinda stress

i love you so much foryour concern and well blessings i wish you well precious anon

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“Why don’t you ever do photoshoots in an outfit like this? I would like those prints.”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t like anyone else seeing them.”

“That’s true. You’re much too sexy for anyone but me.”

“Where do you most want to kiss me right now?”

“Am I allowed to touch?”

“You can point.”

André pointed to the inside of his girl’s right breast- a feature prominently displayed by her Marco Reus-approved lingerie. He’d already considered how weird it was that his friend saw her in the black outfit before he did. He loved the look, and the way it barely covered Christina’s chest. He liked the brief part too, because it emphasized how tiny her waist was. But it was actually the sheer robe that really did it for him, and he had no idea why. Even her makeup turned him on, which was weird because she didn’t change it between dinner and bed. At dinner her smoky black eye and nude pink lip and yards of lush lashes were just beautiful and complementary for her gorgeous blues. They turned explicitly seductive with the robe.

Christina said he wasn’t permitted to touch her anywhere yet. She sat on his thighs in bed and touched him- everywhere, really, but mostly around his chest, and stomach, and below that- but he wasn’t allowed to touch or kiss her. Her warm, soft hands were doing plenty to make good on the visual stimulus caused by her body and the fabric it was wrapped in. She talked a lot too, about how handsome he was, and how sexy his body was, and how his cute smiles made her feel. Her hair was big and fluffy and she kept playing with it- something both players in her love life found an incredible turn on. Her obvious delight in teasing him was kind of exciting too.

“How much longer are you going to sit there stroking in slow motion?” he questioned when the previous answer garnered no change in her behavior.

“I dunno. How much longer can you-“

“Mommy! Daddy! I need to come in,” a very panicked and unwelcome little voice shouted at its maximum volume at the locked bedroom door. The little boy it belonged to was supposed to be sound asleep.

“Oh come on,” Christina pouted, shoulders slumped.

“Is this going to be a thing now?” André asked with almost equal frustration.

“Daddyyyyyyy!” Lukas whined. The urgency coming through the door did earn some sympathy. His dad knew he was really upset or scared when he called him that way. Daddy saved him from the really terrible stuff. Mommy was for everything else, or for after the terrible thing happened.

“Go see what he wants,” he told her.

“I don’t want him to see me in this!”

“You want him to see this instead?” The player gestured with both hands at his erection and frowned. She told him to put his briefs back on and picked them up off the end of the bed for him, then hid herself under the comforter.

“Daddy’s coming!” she assured the unhappy child who was continually trying to pull on the door handle.

“The monster in his room better be really scary,” André grumbled as he tried to pull on his underwear and walk at the same time. He unlocked the door and then opened it carefully in case Lukas was still holding onto the other handle. His son ran through the opening as soon as it was big enough for him, and hugged his legs. “What’s wrong, Mausi?”

“Thomas Müller!”

“No, sweetie, he’s okay now,” Christina assured. “He scored the other night. His new manager loves him, I promise.”

“He’s not-“ Lukas was devolving into tears, and that came with hiccups that made it difficult for him to speak. “Swimming! He’s not swimming!”

“He means the fish, Prinzessin.” André bent in half to rub the child’s back. His panic was making him hot, even through his penguin pajamas. Why did his fish have to die the night she wears new lingerie and wants to tease me, the footballer complained to himself. Why was he even awake to see that the fish is dead?

“He’s probably just sleeping...” his girl tried.

“Nooo! Help him!” Lukas wasn’t buying it.

“Okay, I’ll go check on him,” Dad replied. “You stay with Mommy.” He picked him up, kissed his head, and delivered him to his mother for additional comforting, and hopefully calming, but he was already afraid he was getting himself into trouble. What am I supposed to do if it’s dead? Just take the bowl out of his room and tell him he’s at the fish doctor? Chris is so much better at this kind of thing. She’s more creative. This is so uncomfortable, André grumbled, adjusting himself on the way to Lukas’ room. The turtle nightlight’s glow reached all the way into the hallway.

He fully expected to find the sizeable goldfish floating upside down in his bowl on the shelf, so it was a surprise to find the bowl empty but for the ugly bottom-feeder fish they got to keep things clean, and an even bigger surprise to discover Thomas Müller on the carpet. Did he commit suicide? Chris said she had suicidal fish when she was a kid. Is he actually dead? Lemme... The BVB man carefully gripped the orange creature by the tail fin and lifted him for a loser inspection. He looks pretty dead, but...lemme just see if he’s just out of it... He eased it back into the water and leaned down, hands on knees, to see if it would reanimate. It didn’t. It just floated sideways.

“Rest in peace, Thomas Müller,” André sighed. What do I tell Mausi now? He lived a good life and he’s in a better bowl now? Do we do a funeral and bury him in the garden? I guess I should get him out of there before the vacuum fish starts eating him. He reached back into the bowl with his fingers and managed to grab the fish, but it was slimy and slipped out of his grip onto the floor. Where did he go? It’s so dark in- Hey, did Mausi take him out of the water in the first place, he wondered. His son said the fish wasn’t swimming, and he figured he probably would have mentioned it if the reason he wasn’t swimming was that he was lying on the carpet, so he considered that maybe Lukas reached in to poke at it or something and then dropped it on the floor like he’d just done. The stack of books down there made him think of it. Is he smart enough to pull his books from there and make a step so he can reach into the fishbowl? Am I going to have to deal with him being convinced that he killed his fish now? And where is the fucking fi- “Oh fuck.” There was a wet, squishing sensation under his left foot, which was very much in the shadow zone created by the giant stuffed giraffe blocking the nightlight. Disgusting. Ugh, so disgusting. His gag reflex kicked in and overwhelmed the worry over how to explain to his son that his fish was not only deceased, but smooshed into the rug. He knew there were wipes in the top drawer of the dresser, so he hopped over and got one to at least get the fish mush off his foot so he could then hop down the hall to the bathroom and thoroughly wash away the evidence. Cleaning the dead fish out of the carpet was a problem he thought best addressed by his wife.

“Babe?” she called when she saw the bathroom light go on in the hall. “Is Thomas Müller okay? Does he need a doctor?” She was trying to set him up with something to tell Lukas, to buy them time. If we say we’re sending him to the doctor it gives us a day to figure out how to explain death, the rider reasoned. Please be smart enough to see the assist I’m laying on for you right now, boyfriend.

“Uhhh, just a second!” André turned the water on for a few seconds to get it warm, and then wet some wadded up toilet paper with hand soap to scrub his foot. Then he chucked it in the toilet and flushed so that the bathroom wouldn’t smell like dead fish. The sound evoked immediate panic for Christina. Oh god- Is he- He better not be flushing him! You can’t do that to a kid! You have to let him see the dead thing or he never understands! “Hi,” André said in the doorway a second later, unsure of how to communicate the situation to her with Lukas right there. The little boy looked over at him from Mom’s lap with a tear-streaked face and tons of expectation.

“Did you help?” he asked, pleading almost.

“Uhhh...I...well...”

“Is he sick? Did you put him in the plastic bag so he doesn’t get the other fish sick before we can take him to the hospital?” Christina asked leadingly. Her own expression was just as pleading. She was begging him to follow her plotline.

“Uhh yeah. He’s not feeling well and he needs to be alone, Mausi, like when Mommy was sick a few weeks ago. I...er...I’ll drop him at the doctor in the morning.”

“He’ll get better?” his son asked.

“We’ll see,” Mom hastened to reply before her partner could say something that would dig them in deeper. “Goldfish don’t live very long, sweetheart. Why don’t we get you back into bed, and-“

“Actually, I need some Mausi hugs first,” André interjected, eyes wide. He then hurried into bed and held his arms out so that Lukas could sit in his lap, and he grabbed his phone to type out an explanation for what he considered a borderline inexplicable situation. “Fish was dead. Accidentally dropped him on the floor, then accidentally stepped on him-“ She’s going to think I’m an idiot, he realized, lifting his eyes from the screen to glare at the wall across the room. She’s going to think he wasn’t even dead until I squished him into the carpet. How about... “He was on the floor. Looked pretty dead. I put him back in the water just in case, but he was really dead so I tried to take him back out, dropped him on the floor, and accidentally stepped on him. Also, Lukas piled books to stand on and maybe took him out of the water in the first place. You need to go clean him out of the carpet. Sorry. You can sit on my face until you come as many times as you want. Sorry.” The iPhone was passed over to the rider with cringing trepidation.

Christina’s brows moved closer and closer together as she read the screen. He watched over Lukas’ shoulder, since the upset little boy was clinging around his neck. He saw her look up for a second and then re-read the couple of sentences. Then she turned and mouthed “what the fuck?” at him. His eyes got big again, and he shrugged. Christina scowled.

“I’ll be right back...” she muttered before climbing out of bed and scurrying into her dressing room to change. There was no way she was scraping a dead goldfish out of the rug in $1500 worth of Agent Provocateur lingerie. The night was officially ruined beyond repair, and it really upset her. She really wanted a sexy, romantic evening with her partner- in part because it was just fun and in part because she felt they might need it. They were doing great on all the parts of being together except that one, and Christina was always wary that she was

letting her sexual relationship with Juan negatively influence her sexual relationship with her husband.

André let Lukas watch TV while she cleaned, hoping that it would help calm him down. He was still very worried about his pet. Christina used a cake icing tool to literally scrape up the pet into a plastic bag, and then attacked the crime scene with the wet/dry vacuum and finally some mild air freshener in a spray can. All evidence of the accidental death and subsequent mutilation was gone. Only the hauntingly empty fishbowl remained to remind the rider that she needed to come up with an explanation for Lukas. The bottom feeder fish was hidden under the rock or in the treasure chest, so the water really did look completely devoid of life. She figured they would need to get another fish, too, and considered the possibility of trying to fool the child into thinking it was Thomas Müller. That would be tough though considering they didn’t even have a dead fish to photograph and try to match in the store. If they told him he didn’t make it, what would they do if he demanded to see the corpse? Or give it a proper burial? Or send it into the sunset on a flaming raft? It was late and her mind was tired and overwhelmed. For the time being, Thomas Müller was quarantined, needed to be left alone to get better, and would be going to the doctor in the morning. Christina knew even that basic story posed potential future challenges though. She wondered if Lukas would react badly the next time he got sick and needed a doctor if his fish went to the doctor and died, or if she told him he’d get better and he remembered that she said his fish would get better but didn’t, or she or André got sick and tried to assure him they would be fine. She thought everything about the incident had been handled badly thus far, but really she just thought her husband an absolutely useless, clumsy oaf for even trying to pluck the fish out of the water, for dropping it, and most especially for doing all of it in the dark and consequently stepping on the thing. He waited patiently while she tucked Lukas in, sold him again on the illness concept, and read him a story. It took forever to get him to sleep. He interrupted the picture book multiple times to ask questions about Thomas Müller.

“I’ll go to the store tomorrow and get him a new one,” André vowed as soon as his girl shut their bedroom door behind her. “I’ll get a nicer fish, like one from the Nemo movie. He can call him Mesut Özil and- I don’t know- We’ll tell him Thomas Müller fell in love with his nurse and swam away to elope.”

“Babe, he’s two and a half, not retarded.” Christina frowned at him, hands on hips, and didn’t feel even remotely moved by his apologetic and sympathetic expression and body language. He was still wearing only his underwear, and tried to welcome her into his lap after she took off her sweatpants and left them on the floor. “That is so over for the night,” she scoffed. “You don’t get any sex after you step on our child’s pet with your big dumb foot and then make me clean it up.”

“He was already dead!”

“Why would you not turn the fucking light on and use the fucking net thing to scoop him up? Or just leave him in the bowl and move the bowl?”

“Because I- I don’t know,” the player shrugged as she got under the blanket. “I was thinking about what to tell him, not what I was doing. And I was in a hurry to get back to bed with you...”

“Tough. I’m going to sleep. We should probably just tell him the truth. The fish died because that’s what goldfish do.” Her tone was growing bitter. She was just trying to shame me and highlight how ridiculous this was before, André realized. But now she’s getting angry. Don’t poke the bear. But...

“All right, we can tell him that. Together. But what do we say we did with the body?” he questioned, careful. “I think it would be horrible for him if we tell the truth on that part.” Christina sighed like she was getting ready to unleash a torrent of agitation and grievance upon him for so overcomplicating one of their kid’s early life milestones, but then she sighed again, more softly, as if to relent.

“Tell him you buried him in one of the flowerbeds and I’ll show him how to make a cross out of popsicle sticks or something to stick in the dirt. I’ll explain what it means.”

“You’re a good mom, Prinzessin.” He leaned over on his elbow to kiss her cheek before she could get all the way turned around away from him on her side. “And the best to be a parent with.”

[chulochingoncomelon]

No Pool on the Third Floor.

Entering high school my freshman year was the best and worst. I had recently lost my Pawpaw and in all honesty, I was a loner. I liked it that way, but I never really fit in either. I used to be a very active, almost devil child. Don’t worry, my friends would bring it back out of me by the end of the school year, but due to loosing him, I felt lost and alone. I also started questioning my religion during the next few years.

First day of school. Megs, Kyle and I were standing side by side. Staring at the front entrance to the three story monster. The school was old and falling apart. The school would later be torn down to a huge asbestos problem. Awesome knowing I was breathing that in all my critical developmental years. Kyle, on the way to school that morning had pointed out how much Megs had “developed” over the summer, thus starting his life long infatuation with her. Me, well, I never really saw her in that way. I had always seen her as my best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. My many girlfriends through the years would see her as a “threat”, I just saw her as Megs.

There we were. We all had received letters from the school over the summer to report to the auditorium or first day, kind of as a welcoming. We were to find out our homerooms, our schedules, and if need be to pick different classes due to them being over filled. Megs, Kyle and I all were planning on taking honors classes, for them it was to get into a good school. As for me, I was wanting to take my mind off loosing Pawpaw.

Walking into that building out of nowhere I felt a painful, hard thud against my back. My neck and head reared back as I headed towards the concrete. Luckily I pulled my arms up just in time to break my fall. There I was laying on the ground and what felt like a million pounds on my back. The tingling in my hands gave me notice that they were pretty scrapped up. Whispering in my left year was a raspy, southern draw. The voice calmly said, “Hey, fucker…where have you been?” The weight was lifted off and I was pulled up by my backpack. I was violently spun around and there looking at me was Josh. One half of the Baker twins, one of my closest friends.

I had known Josh since birth. Really. His twin sister, him, and I were all three laying next to each other in the hospital nursery. We have been by each other all these years. Josh was an over the top man’s man. If there was a sport, he played it. If there was something dangerous, he’s done it. In other words, he was always full of shit, but I loved him just the same.

So the three have now become the four. Later on, Barrett would enter and fall out of the group just as quickly. We headed to the auditorium. We casually took seats in back. With Josh and Megs on my left, and Kyle on my right. Its funny, I just now realized no matter what, he would always be on my right where ever we went. We looked at all the freshmen coming in and out. Nervously taking seats. Reviewing their schedules that we were handed as we signed in and entered the auditorium.

There a couple rows down I caught sight of the strangest looking guy. Hair disheveled. Looked like a mechanics shirt on. Grease stains on his jeans, and a nervous tap going on. As I watched him, it appeared that it wasn’t a tap, but a symphony of movements between his feet and his right had. What was he doing? I recognized his movements because I had done the same many times in Pawpaw’s farm truck. He’s shifting gears. Wow. Was this guy really shifting gears, sitting by himself.

So the principle of the school walks out on stage and introduced himself. He welcomed all the new freshmen, yada yada yada, and then introduced us to our homeroom teachers. For our freshmen year this would be our first class, kinda as an transition into high school life. After the orientation assembly the four of us stood up, compared notes and we were off to our first classes. Kyle and I were in the first class together with Ms Blaylock, Megs was in Saravia’s across the hall, and Josh was in Gym.

Megs, Kyle, Josh, and I adventured down the hallway not four shot steps when a giant of a man steps up. “Hi”, he said, “I’m David. Welcome to Woodhall. I’m a senior here and I am gonna help you to your first class. Lemme see.” He snatched Josh’s schedule. “Ooo. You got Coach Stanley first class. your gonna need to get your gym clothes. If you ain’t got them first day, you gonna run 5 miles. Here head to the third floor. You will find the pool. Enter in and I will meet you with your gym clothes. You got twenty, right?” Josh nervously reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Steve reached in and grabbed the first twenty he saw and pocketed it. “On your way,” Steve said, “shoosh, I will be there” and walked away with Josh’s money and his schedule.

Not only was there no pool, but there was no Coach Stanley, nor was there a gym clothes fee. Josh would only find out after wondering the school for the next hour and half.

Kyle, Megs and I took off in the opposite direction. The two of us said bye to Megs as we entered Blaylocks room. There she was. Packaged dyed black hair, so stringy, quickly and haphazardly straightened. Wrinkles so deep on here face, they reminded me of a relief map of the grand canyon. She stood just around six foot tall. Eyes of the palest blue, cold and piercing. I felt my throat choke up. “Take your seats you two. Your late!” She said, with her deep witch voice. The only two seats that were available were two in the very back. One next to that crazy, greasy, truck shifting kid, and the other right behind it. Kyle of course ran to the very back seat, which left me next to the trucker. “Hi,” he said, “My names Charlie, what’s your’s?”

“Andrew, but you can call me Drew”

Kyle leaned in, “Im Kyle, his BEST friend. Remember that!” He leaned back. I looked over my shoulder at him, and gave him a side to side disappointed shake of my head. “Don’t worry about him, he’s a closet queer” I said to Charlie. Kyle kicked my chair. Charlie and I would later join the navy together, he will pick up the nickname CB, and be apart of the trifecta. We would meet Billy in boot camp, and the three of us would have many adventures together in the coming years on that submarine.

“Attention Class,” came the voice of the biddy, “We are going to take a pop quiz over your required summer reading. Pens only. If you read, and know the work, you won’t make any mistakes”. Seriously. This lady is going to be the death of me. The rest of that year with this woman was exactly the same. She would be the sole reason Kyle has to take summer school.

After our horrible first class we met Megs in the hallway outside her classroom. We walked together to our next class. Honors Biology. All three of us. We enter the room and it looks like Dr. Frankenstein’s lab. An entire wall with pickled animals and their dismembered body parts. Aquariums filled with other with bugs and snakes. Towards the back of the room were four, hip high, black topped counters. Two on either side. Around each was four stools, two on one side, two opposite. Along the back wall was a chalkboard that ran from one side to the other. In the front, same, but, it contained a a second board that could slide and cover half the board if need be. The sixteen chairs in the room sat in four rows of four facing the front.

We instinctively took a seat in one of the empty chairs. In came a total of eight other students. When the bell rang, the eleven of us sat there. In dead silence. I swear to this day the pickled pigs head mouthed “get out” right before the teacher walked in. In walked this little man. Hair like a mix of Albert Einstein and It the clowns. A graying pale red, with the worst comb over on top. The hair around the side and back was sticking straight out. A multi brown checkered shirt under a sweater vest and a lab coat. A dark blue bowtie pulled the whole outfit together. He shuffled in, down the middle of the chairs straight to the back of the room. We all watched as he approached the back board and began to write. He stops. Still looking at the board and said, “how do you all expect to learn by facing and sitting at the wrong end of the classroom?” He continued to write.

we get up and each grabbed a stool. Dr. Harrolds would end up being one of the funniest teachers we ever had. He, I believe, was the final push Megs needed to end up becoming a pharmacist. Over the years she would spend countless hours with him. Learning, studying, and admiring his grandfather type charm.

Kyle and I would end up having one other class together, Gym. Megs and I would share Geometry and English. Josh and I would have History. Megs and Josh would end up being in marching band together, where they would meet Barrett. Barrett would end up being her on again, off again boy friend in between dating Josh over the next four years. Josh will end up cheating on Megs with a girl from a neighboring town, and end up marrying, and having two kids after college.

Kyle and I throughout high school will laugh about the love triangle between those three, while secretly he would want to be the forth. After high school, Barrett will slowly distance himself from the rest of us, till one day will email us one of the rudest and undeserved emails, and officially end our friendship. I always thought it wasn’t really him, but the woman who would trap him in a relationship, who sent that email. I will probably never know.

About halfway through the school year, Kyle got deathly ill. Kyle contracted meningitis. I thought I was going to loose him too. After some recover time, he was able to return to school. Unfortunately he also had a shit load of classwork and tests to make up or else he would have to repeat the entire school year. Well, remember how I said Megs and I shared Geometry together? Our Geometry teach quickly learned that we could not sit next to each other, due to our undying love to talk to one another. He forced me to sit in the back right of the classroom, and Megs in the front left.

On this greatest day, Kyle happened to have a make up test in our class. When he entered, the teacher saw the look on Megs face and mine and said, “hell no. You three are not going to sit anywhere close to each other. Mr. Kyle, you are going to sit in the back left corner, and not a peep out of any of you. Understood?” We three nodded in disappointment.

Now for some odd reason, every single classroom had two chalkboards. One in the front and one in the rear, both stretching across the entire wall. As Kyle took the test from the teachers hand, and proceeded to sit, I pulled out my notebook and started writing everything that was on the board in front. I get bored very easily. Looking around, and seeing our teachers back was turned, I began to find something to do to entertain myself.

I began to try and screw with kyle. Slowly making small balls of paper, i flicked them at Kyle. A few times he looked up with that death stare of his and mouthed “stop it” while pointing at his test. Thats when I saw it. In the chalk rest laid an old, wooden pointer. A grin crept across my face. I slowly reached up and placed my fingers on it. There was enough chalk dust in the tray that stretched across the bottom of the board for it to glide effortlessly and quietly across to the other side. I did a couple warm up motions, and then flick. I let it glide towards kyle.

it hit the wall next to kyle and made a loud thud. The teacher, Megs, and the entire class whipped around and was staring at Kyle. Kyle’s head raised in startled bliss. He looked at the teacher, the to Megs and then at me. That’s when I saw it. A crack started creeping up the wall beside him. It went up the cheap several layers paint, cracking the plaster underneath. I know I must have looked absolutely scared shitless. As it reached the ceiling, I heard the teacher yell at the top of his lungs “RUN! IT’S COMING DOWN!”

As the rest of the class, including myself got up out of our chairs, knocking over desks, in a fight to the door all Kyle could do was slowly look up in horror. I made it to the door as soon as I heard the crash. A cloud of white dust followed me out. My whole back was covered in plaster dust. Coughing and sneezing I turned back inside. Waving my hands to clear the air in front of me. The teacher grabbed my arm. He tried to pull me to safety, but i quickly jerked my arm from his grasp. As the dust cleared, I saw him. Kyle was still sitting in that chair.

Parts of the ceiling surrounding him. He was covered head to toe in white soot. The plaster had fallen right on top of him. All coming from the point of impact from the pointer that I threw against the wall. His face slowly growing more and more red, and all I could do was double over in laughter. I laughed so hard. Megs walks in and sees me on the floor laughing. She looks at Kyle, and she lets out the biggest giggle I have ever heard. We are both dying with laughter.

kyle is screaming and yelling at both of us so much. We couldn’t understand a single word he was saying, between his angry stutter, his wiping his face clean, and coughing. By now the whole class was laughing. The teacher was shaking his head in disbelief. The principle came running seeing all of us laughing, kyle in a rage, the teacher throwing his hands in the air and walking towards the lounge stating “This is why I am an alcoholic”. Had to be one of the funniest scenes ever. We three got sent home for the rest of the day, but it was so worth it.