#and I wanna avoid him as much as possible

[delilahsturns]

— ୨୧ getting older . . . m.s

in which . . . two childhood best friends bump into each other after drifting apart.

warnings . . . resolved angst, fluff toward end.

a/n 💌 : based off of real life experiences lol, it’s been a while since i’ve written angst so i hope you like it!

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

The coffee shop in boston, massachusetts smelled exactly the same as it always did. a nostalgic and sweet blend of cinnamon and espresso that floated around the air. you had been avoiding this cafe for quite some time now, considering that you had just moved back to boston around a year ago to be closer to your family and friends. too many memories were wrapped up in this place—so much laughter, whispered secrets, and mostly of all…him.

you sighed heavily, adjusting the strap of the bag slung on your shoulder as you waited in line, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. suddenly, you heard a voice call out your name. a warm, and familiar voice you hadn’t heard in nearly eight years.

“y/n?” the voice asked softly. your heart stalled, something in your mind clicked. fuck, this couldn’t be, this had to be some sort of illusion, hallucination. but it wasn’t. you slowly turned around, and there he was.

matt sturniolo. the only man you’d ever been in love with.

he looked older, of course. his shoulders looked broader, his hair was a little messier as it fell effortlessly over his forehead. but his blue eyes—those hadn’t changed one bit. they still held the same welcoming expression and warmth you remembered, the same warmth that persuaded you to believe that you and matt could have been something more. but that wasn’t possible, not in this lifetime at least.

you lightly swallowed, your eyes darting in different directions as your breathing grew slightly quicker. ��matt.” you spoke, emptiness present in your tone. it felt…odd. the way you interacted with him felt nothing like when you and matt were kids, running around recklessly in his backyard. all the stupid arguments over mario kart, and so much more. nothing felt the same, and you were sure it wouldn’t ever feel the same ever again.

silence. complete silence. that was, until matt spoke. “you still drink caramel lattes?” he asked, nodding at the menu as he stepped closed to you, now standing next to you in the line. you blinked, caught off guard. “you still drink black coffee and pretend to like it?” you grinned. matt chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “yeah, some things never change i guess.” matt turned his head to look at you, giving you a somewhat smile.

but, things do change.

all you could think about was your past with matt. how you both talked every single day, how you once knew everything about each other—your fears, your dreams. the way you and matt were absolutely inseparable, everyone in both of your families knew it, and so did you. however, your lives changed. college and matt’s career drove the both of you in different directions. you and matt promised to stay in touch no matter what, but that quickly faded into distance, and silence.

“you live here again?” matt asked, shifting on his feet. you quickly nodded. “mhm, moved back here last year after i finished college, you?”

“y’know, me and my brothers are just visiting our parents for the weekend, then we’re gonna head back to LA.” matt said, glancing down at the ground as if he was unsure of what to say to you next. then, with a hesitant smile he finally spoke up. “do you maybe wanna…sit down and talk for a minute? it’d be nice to catch up.” matt asked. you hesitated. it would be easier to make an excuse, to walk away and let the past stay where it was. but, something in matt’s expression—the way his eyes softened as if he was pleading, made you nod.

the both of you ordered and collected your drinks, finding a small table by a window. and for the first time in years, you both talked, it felt genuine this time. you both talked and laughed about life, catching each other up on what had been going on with your lives for the past few years. somewhere between the occasional stolen glances and laughter, you had realized something. even though time had pulled the both of you apart, with matt smiling at you the way he used to, it didn’t feel so much like the end anymore.

after all, it felt like your friendship was just beginning again.

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SNEAKY LINK

Summary: After having a one night stand with each other Kiyana and Jey decided to become sneaky links until she grew attached to him will he be able to feel the same as her?

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Kiyana

word count: 5590

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"I miss you so much mama,"

"I need you, I want you, I fucking need you."

"you can't avoid him forever Kiyana"

"you could never be like her Jaida, never,"

OMNISCIENT Kiyana has taken the past few months to prioritize herself and her career after ending her connections with Jey and Aaron. In the past, she would often receive beautiful bouquets of roses from Jey, accompanied by heartfelt notes expressing his longing for her. While these gestures would bring a smile to her face, she now places the flowers on her dresser, a reminder of a different time, as she immerses herself in her work.

She was aware that he was reserving a flight to Indianapolis for the Royal Rumble tonight, so she aimed to stay as connected as possible, secretly watching him on the big screen.

She hasn't heard from Aaron since that night he collapsed on her porch a few months back. It's clear he hopes to stay out of her sight, especially now that her career is flourishing.

He often arrived at her home, making subtle threats and offhand remarks that left her feeling unsafe. This persistent behavior forced Kiyana to seek a restraining order against him. Meanwhile, she was busy with her bikini photoshoots, confidently wearing a sleek black biking two-piece paired with stylish heels, surrounded by other women in the same space.

Nathan expertly captured every striking pose and beautiful angle of her, showcasing her unmatched beauty and charisma. As he snapped away, Patrice approached Kiyana, holding another bouquet of roses, clearly a gift from Jey.

She grabbed the card and examined it carefully.

'I know it's been a couple of months since we last seen each other but I miss you like really fucking miss you Imma be in the royal rumble tonight and was hoping to see you there I got you a ticket for it so please I hope I can see you,' Love - Joshua 💗

She realized that the ticket was included with the note, and given that it was a first-class fare, it was clear he was genuinely invested in her visiting him. Spending that much money on a first-class ticket to Indy showed just how much he wanted her there.

Nathan approached her, noticing her gaze fixed on the ticket Jey had given her. He gently tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to flinch momentarily before turning to face him. "goodness Nate can't be scaring folks like that," Kiyana said as Nathan chuckle at her.

"My bad girl, I was just checking in on you seems like you have a lot on your mind," He claimed that he was the sole individual who could recognize when something was amiss with her, even more so than Patrice.

"Can I be honest?" Nathan nodded his head leaning against the dresser listening to her attentively as Kiyana sighed deeply, "I miss him Nate, I miss his presence his touch. Everything about him,"

She made the difficult decision to distance herself from him for a few months, prioritizing her own well-being and career. Despite the separation, thoughts of him frequently occupied her mind, and she found herself hoping he was thriving. Yet, it seemed clear that he was missing her just as deeply as she missed him.

She found herself torn about whether to meet him again. Doubts clouded her mind as she questioned if she could ever trust him after the way he had played with her emotions during their time together. The uncertainty weighed heavily on her, especially after she had revealed her true feelings for him, crossing a line she had vowed to uphold.

"But you have been doing so good without him what's changed Yana?"

"Maybe after Aaron threatened me or him showing up at my house banging on the door like a crazy maniac," she said she was having that sense of Jey being there to protect her but realizing that he wasn't there to do so.

She let out another deep sigh, her fingers tangling in her hair as frustration washed over her. "I really don’t know, Nate. He wants me to visit him in Indy. Should I go?" Her gaze was fixed on the ticket, noting that the flight didn’t depart until four in the afternoon, which meant she would have plenty of time to pack a few essentials once she got home.

He gently tapped her on the back and said, "Be truthful with yourself. Do you truly want to see him? I mean, deep down in your heart, is that what you really want? Just take a moment to reflect on it, alright?" Kiyana nodded as Nathan stepped away from the dresser, giving her space to ponder his words.

She genuinely wanted to back him, just as he had stood by her during her first runway show a few months back. However, she needed to take a moment to consider her decision before the clock hit four.

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Kiyana was on her way to the airport in an Uber, glancing at the clock and noting it was three-thirty. She felt a surge of hope that she would arrive in time for her flight to Indy. Determined to be there for him, she was also eager to support her brother and best friend on this important journey.

Kiyana arrived at the airport, pulling her luggage from the trunk as she made her way into the terminal. Approaching the reception desk, she handed over her ticket with a sense of anticipation.After checking in her luggage and presenting her ticket to the attendant, Kiyana proceeded to Gate B, ready to pass through security. She knew the routine well, preparing for the scan to ensure she was all set for her journey ahead.

She quickly gathered her belongings and glanced at the time once more, expressing her gratitude to the lady as she made her way to her flight. Fortunately, it wasn't too far away, and she noticed other passengers already boarding the plane. She joined the line, ready for her ticket to be scanned.

As Kiyana stepped onto the plane, she quickly scanned her ticket, ensuring she was in the right place. She made her way to the back, where her first-class seat awaited her. This meant she could unwind and enjoy a glass of wine, a perfect way to calm her nerves before takeoff.

Kiyana was on the verge of missing her flight to Indy, all for the chance to see this man. Can you really blame her? It had been months since their last encounter, and now he was pleading for her to visit.

The first-class seats resembled luxurious beds, and as she surveyed her fellow passengers with similar first-class tickets, she felt a sense of excitement. Upon locating her seat, she noticed a plush pillow waiting for her, signaling that a restful sleep was just moments away.

She settled into the cozy mini bed, shedding her coat to escape the recent chill, and began scrolling through her social media. As she did, she noticed that Jaida had shared something on her story, hinting that she was venting about an issue.

As she was still trying to gather her thoughts, a flight attendant approached her, presenting a bottle of fresh Stella Rose wine. With a graceful pour, she filled a wine glass and handed it to her, enhancing the moment with a touch of elegance.

She expressed her gratitude to the flight attendant before returning to investigate the reason behind Jaida's social media meltdown.

jaidaparker_wwe posted on their story!

To her astonishment, it appeared that Jey had ended their relationship prior to the Royal Rumble tonight. But what could be the reason? Was it out of guilt for how he had treated Kiyana, making her feel insignificant, or did he genuinely desire to be with her instead?

Kiyana has finally grasped the meaning behind Jaida's comment on her latest post. Initially, she brushed it off without much thought, but now it resonates with her. While she wishes she could feel upset about it, deep down, Kiyana realizes that he simply wasn't interested in her.

The pilot announced that we were ready for takeoff and reminded everyone to switch their phones to airplane mode until we reached Indianapolis. Kiyana followed the instructions, settling into her seat and pulling the covers snugly around her. As she relaxed, her eyelids grew heavy, and she soon drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

༊*·˚ Kiyana sat in her hotel room at the Marriott, eagerly anticipating the arrival of her best friend Liv. It had been far too long since they last connected, and she was excited to catch up on everything. As she waited, her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, she opened the message and read it carefully, realizing it was from Jaida.

unknown number sent a message

unknown number: you're such a whore, you think that you're better than me?

Kiyana was shocked by Jaida's message. How could she be labeled the promiscuous one when he was the one who made the first move?

IMESSAGE 💬 Yana💗:  first off he came onto me and it went off from there unknown number: did you know he was with me? Yana💗: yeah, but it seemed like he wasn't fucking with you like how he was with me 🤷🏽‍♀️ unknown number: bitch I will fuck you up Yana💗: honey  you need to br worry about yourself instead of me aight? I've been call things off with him so you can leave me the fuck alone unknown number: unfortunately not if he ended things with me Yana💗: that sounds like a you problem ma'am so how about you stop playing on my phone and tread lightly m'kay?

Kiyana was just setting her phone down on the bed when a knock echoed through her room. Curiosity piqued, she made her way to the door. Upon opening it, she was greeted by the sight of her best friend, Liv, engrossed in her phone. Liv looked up, her face lighting up with a smile, and they immediately embraced in a warm, tight hug, sharing a moment of joy.

"Oh my gosh, I missed you so much. Girl you gotta catch me up on what's been happening," Liv said.

Kiyana closes the door after Liv, and they both settle onto the bed, eager to catch up on all the events that have unfolded since their last meeting.

"You been doing okay bestie?" She asked her.

Kiyana needed to confront her true feelings; she wasn't alright after all that had transpired in recent months. The situation with Jey weighed heavily on her mind, and she found herself increasingly longing for his presence.

Kiyana let out a heavy sigh, "I really miss him, Liv. I can't understand why I'm feeling this way about someone I can't even have," she expressed, her frustration evident as Liv grasped her hands. "You know, I've been chatting with Jey—he's my close friend—and it honestly seems like he misses you even more than you realize. That Jaida Parker girl has really affected him," Kiyana's expression turned to one of confusion at Liv's words.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm saying that ever since so cut things off with him Jaida has been coming around more, being clingy. Or bitchy whenever she didn't get her way with things it just been a mess,"

Kiyana was unaware of the unfolding events after she ended her relationship with Jey. However, she recognized the importance of prioritizing her own well-being, even if it meant enduring pain for a few months. The lingering doubt about whether she could ever trust him again weighed heavily on her, especially knowing that he had a tendency to manipulate her emotions.

"I don't know Liv, what if I just be like a dummy all over again losing myself because of him," Kiyana said.

"Answer me this Yaya what made you come all the way over to Indy? Because I know that you're here for one reason and that reason is Jey, he asked you to come see him. He was begging," Liv said.

Kiyana wasn't mistaken; she genuinely wanted to visit him. His words were so persuasive, expressing how much he missed her and how much he needed her support. Yet, she couldn't shake the doubt about just how deeply he felt her absence. "I came to support him, and that was my only intention."

Liv gave her that one look knowing that she was lying about her coming out to "support" him.

Kiyana missed him

She missed his lips onto hers whenever they kissed

She missed him protecting her

She even missed how their bodies were close together never leaving each other alone.

"Just think about bestie before the show starts tonight okay? I gotta go love you," she said as her and Liv hugged each other since Liv had to go back to Lucas Oil to get ready for tonight.

Kiyana sank onto the bed, her head resting against the soft pillow as she gazed up at the ceiling. Thoughts swirled in her mind about the conversation she just had with Liv. Perhaps Liv was onto something; maybe he truly missed her just as much, if not more, than she missed him.

Perhaps he was merely saying all of that to Liv to capture Kiyana's attention. Regardless of his intentions, it lingered in her mind for a moment.

Kiyana glanced at her phone and realized it was almost time to leave for the show. Determined to secure her front-row seats for the Royal Rumble, she quickly decided to get ready for an unforgettable night.

Out of the blue, her phone chimed, indicating a new message. As she picked it up from the counter, she noticed that both Jey and her brother Cody had sent her texts.

Big Papa😩 sent a message BigBrother 💪🏼 sent a message

Kiyana unlocked her phone using Face ID, eager to catch up on her messages. A few months back, after ending things with Jey and Aaron, she had deleted both of their numbers, believing they would simply move on. However, she quickly realized she was mistaken, as her phone buzzed with a flood of texts from Jey.

Aaron occasionally sent menacing messages, but she remained unfazed by them.

Big Papa😩: mamas I miss you so much

The urge to reply to him, expressing just how much she missed him as well, was overwhelming, yet she forced herself to pretend she hadn’t seen his message while she responded to her brother instead.

BigBrother💪🏼: I heard you made it to Indy safe did you need me to come get you at the hotel?

IMESSAGE 💬 Yana💗: I was about to head out right now so that I could get my seats BigBrother💪🏼: seats? Yana yk you're more than welcome to come backstage to watch it on the big screen right? Yana💗: yeah but yk I'm tryna avoid him BigBrother💪🏼: Yana...you can't be avoiding Jey forever he looks miserable Yana💗: Jesus not you too did he come talk to you? BigBrother 💪🏼: yes he did actually talk to me about you since I am your big brother ofc Yana💗: probably told you what he told Liv Cody... BigBrother💪🏼: Yana listen to me you and him just need to talk things out maybe you both need that closure that yall always wanted maybe just maybe yall could turn it into something if you just start talking to him Yana💗: Cody.... BigBrother💪🏼: you lost your virginity to him and now you have to face him Yana stop running away and just talk to him for me can you do that?

Kiyana realized her brother was correct; she needed to find the closure essential for moving forward in her life. Perhaps they could even begin anew and take their time, but uncertainty lingered in her mind.

Deep down, she understood that fleeing from him would only exacerbate the situation. This had always been her pattern—avoiding her problems since childhood and continuing into adulthood. Cody would be the first to point this out to her.

Yana💗: alright alright, I'll talk to him just for you though since you asked BigBrother💪🏼: good, now can I come pick you up from the hotel so you can watch the royal rumble Yana💗: yes you can come get me jeez why do you always gotta be right? BigBrother💪🏼: brother knows best Yana💗: 🙄🙄

She shot a quick message to her brother and then made her way to the bathroom, eager to freshen up with a quick shower before Cody arrived to pick her up from the hotel for tonight's Royal Rumble.

༊*·˚

KIYANA In Cody's locker room, I was glued to the action of the women's royal rumble when I caught wind of some returning wrestlers. The news sent a thrill through me, making me feel like a giddy fan girl inside. It reminded me of what Cody had mentioned earlier; perhaps I really did need that closure from Jey after all.

It's possible he might need this too, but I'm uncertain about whether I want to try to resolve things with him. What if he just goes back to Jaida and ends up using me as a backup for his own comfort? What if he and Jaida never truly ended their relationship? These thoughts are swirling in my mind, making it hard to think clearly.

Jey's messages flooded my phone, each one expressing how deeply he longs for my presence. It was clear he misses me immensely, and as I read through his words, I could sense a heaviness in his heart.

Was I his motivation?

Was I the person to keep him going?

As I was lost in my thoughts, a sudden knock on the door jolted me back to reality. Rising from the couch, I opened the door to find an unfamiliar figure standing before me. He was a towering 6'3", and there was something strikingly familiar about him. It dawned on me that this was Jey's twin brother, Jimmy, who greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hi, you must be Kiyana right?" Jimmy asked as I nodded my head seeing him reaching out his hand.

I shook his hand firmly before speaking, "yeah, the one and only Kiyana, I'm assuming that you're Jey's twin brother?"

"Yeah, older brother to be exact only by nine minutes." I chuckled at his comment I guess he was the funnier twin in the pack I let him inside of the locker room as I sat down on the couch lapping my leg over the other one. "So what brings you by?"

"I just wanted to introduce myself since my brother hadn't got the chance to do so, speaking of him does he know that you're here?" I shook my head.

"No, he doesn't know that I'm here tonight I've been trying to avoid him if I'm being honest," Jimmy raised an eyebrow at me almost questioning my actions.

"Why?"

It was complicated to explain but knowing that Jey he probably telling his brother everything it seems like he already knew why I was trying to avoid Jey at all cost, I shrugged my shoulders not wanting to speak on the situation. "Mmcht, C'mon now Kiyana,"

"I simply don’t want to talk to him," I replied, resting my chin on my hand and turning my gaze to the TV. "You really should have a conversation, though. Don’t misunderstand me; I did give him a heads-up about you, advising him to tread carefully since you seemed like someone who avoids drama and focuses on yourself—until all this chaos erupted. By the way, did you hear that Jaida discovered your involvement?"

I was truly taken aback by how she managed to obtain my phone number just to bombard me with absurd threats. It’s not shocking, though.

"Is that how she got my phone number? Going through his phone? Crazy right?" Jimmy threw his hands up in defense.

"I didn't know nun about that honestly, but I guess you can say something like that. Almost seems like to me that my brother was sprung and still is," What did he mean that Jey was still sprung over me?

"Sprung?" Jimmy nodded his head before continuing on, "Look, I already knew the signs that my brother was hooked on to you especially with him buying you things and that after party he was pretty jealous." I can recall that night him showing off his dominance and possessiveness over me when we weren't even together.

I had grin on my face hearing him mentioning that night between me and his brother.

Jimmy emphasized, "That's not the main issue; the real issue is that he looks genuinely unhappy after you shut him out. I understand it was for a valid reason, but I really think you should check in on him either before or after tonight." I listened carefully, nodding in agreement.

Perhaps Jimmy and Cody were onto something; it might be wise for me to check in on him to ensure he's doing okay. However, I think I’ll hold off for now and consider it after tonight.

Feeling the weight of our conversation, I chose to step out of the locker room for a moment to catch some fresh air and grab a bite to eat, especially since I planned to stay here until I met up with Jey. Just as I was about to leave, I caught the sound of two familiar voices arguing around the corner. Curiosity got the better of me, and when I peeked around, I was taken aback to see Jey and Jaida in a heated exchange, going at it with each other.

It seemed as though they were in a heated discussion about me, with her expressing a desire to rekindle things with him.

"Jaida I don't want to be with you anymore, I done told yo' ass this over and over again."

"What does this bitch have that I don't?"

"Don't disrespect her in front of me Jaida, and she's had a lot to give unlike you clinging onto me,"

"Because you're my man? It's wrong to cling onto someone that you're with?"

"But we wasn't together you were just a fling remember? You could never be like her Jaida, never,"

The moment he compared me to Jaida, a warm sensation washed over me. I was taken aback, unsure of how to process it, especially knowing that he was as captivated by me as his twin brother had mentioned.

"You ain't shit Jey, you didn't even want the girl and now all of sudden when she cuts you off for treating her like a second choice now you have caught some sort of feelings for her?"

"Tell me something did you fuck her after seeing me?"

 A hush fell over the room as Jaida stood there, arms crossed, eagerly awaiting his response.

"Yeah, I did fuck her and a fucked her good too she's so much better than yo—"

A faint sound reverberated down the hallway, unmistakably the sound of her hand connecting with Jey's face, cutting him off mid-sentence. I stood there, captivated, as the entire scene played out before my eyes.

He remained silent, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him as he navigated this difficult situation with her. Why would he choose to endure the chaos she brings when it's clear that all she does is create turmoil?

"I hope you lose tonight you fuck boy,"

I watched as Jaida walked away, leaving Jey standing there. I hesitated, unsure if I should go up to him; it clearly wasn't the right moment. Instead, I chose to return to Cody's locker room.

As I closed the door, my phone vibrated in my hand. I noticed another message from Jey, and guilt washed over me for not replying sooner.

Big Papa😩 sent a message

Big Papa😩: mamas please talk to me I need you like really fucking need you to be here

I let out a heavy sigh, fully aware that he was making a frantic effort to capture my attention. But did he truly merit it? Considering all the turmoil he caused me throughout our time together, I couldn't help but question whether he was worth my focus at all.

Aaron may have acted worse, but Jey was playing with my emotions, making me believe I had a chance with him while he was still with Jaida. Even though my brother and his brother suggested we should have a conversation to find some closure, it still left me feeling confused and hurt.

I had decided not to text him right away; I planned to wait until the night was over. However, my phone buzzed again with another message from him.

Big Papa😩: Kiyana please...I need you...like really need you...

He needed me? Just how badly was he feeling right now?

I didn't know what to do.

I reached out to my brother for his thoughts on my next steps. I'm inclined to hold off until the main event tonight, but it appears he's dealing with some challenges of his own.

IMESSAGE 💬 Yana💗: brother? BigBrother💪🏼: what's up? Yana💗: Jey is going through it rn and I don't know what to do BigBrother💪🏼: I told you what you needed to do so do it for me sis please Yana💗: what about all of those times he treated me like a second option? So what? I'm supposed to show up for him? BigBrother💪🏼: Kiyana that was in the past I know he did some messed up things to you but remember Aaron did worse

 Aaron was indeed mistaken; he treated me worse than Jey did. At least Jey never pressured me; our connection was spontaneous, igniting a spark whenever we met. That kind of chemistry was something Aaron lacked during our time together.

I received another message from Jey, but this time it was a voice note. Hearing him sob was truly heartbreaking; it pained me to listen to his distress.

Big Papa 😩 sent a voice message

Big Papa😩: mamas...fucking please...I need you right now I'm losing my mind and focus....i fucking need you...all of you please...

As I rose from the couch, a wave of concern washed over me for him. Clutching my purse, I made my way to his locker room, dreading the thought of seeing him in such a state before the men's Royal Rumble. It was crucial for me to check on him and ensure he was alright.

I understand the impact of his past actions on me, and while it hurt deeply, I refused to let him wallow in his own misery. I held no grudges; my love for him remains strong even now. As I approached his locker room, I felt a wave of nerves wash over me as I knocked on the door.

It had been a while since we last met, but I could sense he needed my support right now. As the door swung open, there he stood, dressed in his vibrant all-pink yeet outfit, shirtless and sporting a playful pink lei around his neck.

He always manages to look impressive, yet I could see the pain in his eyes, a clear sign that he had been crying. It shattered my heart as I stood on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck in a comforting embrace.

He paused for a moment, processing my movements, and then it hit him: it was me, feeling the strength of his arms encircling my waist. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him as he effortlessly lifted me into his locker room.

He held me tightly, enveloped in my fragrance, his lips brushing against my cheek as he showered me with gentle kisses, reluctant to let me go.

"I'm here Joshua, I'm here." I whispered in his ear while stroking my fingers through his mullet.

I felt his hands exploring my body, his gaze locked onto mine as his gentle lips met my own. I didn’t pull away; this was a moment we both craved.

As our mouths danced together, I could feel his hands softly gripping my hips, guiding our intimate connection.

"I missed you so much Kiyana, you don't know how badly I fucking missed you." He muttered between the kiss.

The kiss was intense and fervent, as if we hadn't been apart for just a few months but for years. When we finally broke away to catch our breath, our eyes locked in a deep gaze, our foreheads touching, creating an electric connection that spoke volumes.

He placed another soft kiss on my lips pulling away in the process. "I missed you mamas so fucking much," I gave him a faint smile on my face caressing his face.

His expressive puppy eyes revealed everything; he truly missed me. As tears began to well up, I gently wiped them away while he clasped my hands with his large ones.

"I missed you too," I confessed.

"But after tonight we need have a talk, a serious conversation about all of this okay? I need you to get it together for the main event tonight aight? Do it for me," Jey nodded his head as he began to get himself together fixing his Lei on his neck giving me a kiss on the lips before heading towards the gorilla.

༊*·˚

Jey had just clinched victory at the Royal Rumble, and the pride and cheers from everyone around him were palpable. As we took a drive to discuss everything, the atmosphere was electric. We were immersed in the rhythm of his playlist, sharing a blunt while he expertly navigated the road ahead.

I inhaled a few puffs from the blunt, exhaling the smoke into the air before passing it down to him. As I glanced out the window, I noticed we were approaching Canal Walk, a serene and secluded spot perfect for a stroll and an intimate conversation.

He shifted the car into park and turned off the engine as we both stepped out, making our way to the stairs. He took my hand, guiding me down the steps, the blunt resting in his other hand.

As we strolled along the Canal Strip, our fingers intertwined, we engaged in conversation. I had missed moments like this more than I can express.

"I'm proud of you for winning the Royal Rumble tonight," I said taking the blunt from his hand while taking a puff from it.

"Thank you mama, I really needed you here today, I just missed you a lot." Jey responded looking at me.

"I missed you too, you know my brother convinced me to talk to you. I didn't really want too because I was scared," I earned a chuckle from him as his gorgeous smile appeared on his face, "I get it, you were probably doing yo' own thang. Meanwhile I'm over here missing you,"

As we strolled along the Canal Strip, I exchanged a smile with him, our eyes locking in a moment of connection. We passed beneath the bridge, catching sight of the ducks gliding gracefully on the water. Eventually, we paused at the waterfall, captivated by the sight of fish darting playfully beneath the surface.

We enjoyed the moment, passing the blunt and feeling an exhilarating high, stealing glances at one another. Suddenly, I heard him call out to me, "Mamas." I turned to see him approaching, his hands gently resting on my hips.

Our gazes locked for a brief moment, enveloped in silence as we stood side by side, absorbing the soothing sound of water cascading along the riverbank.

"Can we start over?" His voice was gentle and tender when he posed the question. I had always yearned to begin anew with him, to set things right. However, I was determined not to be anyone's second option.

I interlocked his hands into mines, "If we start over again I don't want to be nobody's second option and I want us to take things slow this time and do it right no bullshit Jey I'm serious," I said.

"I promise mama, I don't want you slip away from me ever again. You're all I need," he said as he pressed a soft tender kiss on my lips.

We spent the remainder of the night wandering along the Canal, sharing laughter and playful moments. Just as I was lost in the joy of the evening, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a chilling message from Aaron that left me momentarily paralyzed.

Aaron🙂‍↕️ sent a message

Aaron🙂‍↕️: you fucking bitch when I get my hands on you I swear to god you'll be begging for that nigga Jey to save you watch yo' back

The threat he made to lay his hands on me filled me with fear; I had never encountered a situation like this before. Jey, sensing that something was off, began to walk in my direction.

He held my phone, scanning through Aaron's message, and I could see the anger simmering in his eyes, yet he managed to maintain his composure.

He grasped my chin making me look at him in his eyes, "he won't do anything to you mama, imma protect you aight?"

I listened intently, nodding in agreement as he softly pressed his lips against my cheek.

This was going to be a long ride.

Sneaky Link

A/n: Let's see how Kiyana and Jey will navigate their relationship with all of the drama happening between Aaron.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below

STAY UCEY 4.

[quirrrky]

I think my office crush wants to be friends with me but I'm very awkward and it's very awkward for me since I had a crush on him 🤡

[trelinha9]

Every time I see a Friede x Amethio post, ten of my neurons die. I know these posts come from new fans who only watched the episodes released on Netflix (which goes up to 13 if I'm not mistaken), and he's only appeared in 6 episodes at this point (which is a crime against my mental health. What the hell is he doing in that time offscream? I WANT ANSWERS!!!) I remember in the first episodes of Horizontes, that Tumblr and AO3 were full of posts and fics about Friede x Amethio, and they disappeared over time as the episodes went on.

It's funny, because nowadays, almost a year after Horizons officially started, fans who watch the subtitled episodes are all worried about the mental health of this teenager and wondering why the heck they are in Exploradores, while the new fans are in the same boat as most of the old ones were and abandoned, shipping the poor guy with Friede.

I personally never shipped them because:

1: Amethio is, canonically, and confirmed by his original voice actor, a teenager (on bulbapedia it said he was between 13 and 19, but now they removed that part and only added the fact that he is a teenager, without mentioning a possible age) I headcanon him as 16, because, for me, it's the age that makes the most sense for his behavior and mannerisms, but that's just me. You can imagine him as 18 or 19 if that makes you feel more comfortable shipping him with Friede, but it doesn't change the fact that he's still a young and emotionally immature person, with no apparent emotional support base other than his Pokémon and his subordinates (Zir and Conia will get there someday, I know they will), while Friede is a fully grown adult, and clearly more mature than Amethio (there's even a line about it in episode 25). Friede had already been a Pokémon teacher for probably a reasonable amount of time when Liko was around 5 to 7 years old (we find out about this in episode 18), and honestly, Amethio doesn't look that much older than Liko. The clear age difference between them makes me uncomfortable. There are a lot of adults in the Horizons cast to be shipped with Friede, leave the traumatized teenager alone.

2: The way Friede, especially in the first arc, keeps teasing Amethio, even though he's clearly irritated and on edge, makes me want to punch him. I love Friede. But the way he interacts with Amethio, one minute he's having a good time taking care of Liko and Roy, and the next he's ready to annoy the shit out of a teenager make me so angry. I love this idea that Friede is a complete social disaster who doesn't really know how to pick up cues (scareing a deaf girl, for example, is definitely something he would do by accident 👀), but there's no way he can't see how negatively his actions and words affect Amethio. Amethio wants to prove himself. He wants to fulfill the mission ordered to him, and this idiot adult, in addition to getting in the way, bothers him every chance he gets (ep 5, ep 22 and ep 25 are the best examples). I'm amazed at how Friede either doesn't really realize the harm his actions cause to Amethio, or he does and simply decides to keep doing it.

This post may make it seem like I don't like Friede, which isn't true. I love Friede. I think he's a very funny character, but he also has a lot of flaws, and bullying a teenager is one of them.

I don't want to start fights about ships, because I'm not in Horizontes for the ships, but for the story and the characters. The only ship I really like is Friede with a certain Explorer who erased a child's memory (because for the love of god, they couldn't have made their battle in the last episode any less gay, could they) I don't want to offend anyone who ships Friede and Amethio, I just wanted to give my opinion on the matter and why I, with my interpretation of the story and characters, hate this ship. (Hate is a strong word, but I feel uncomfortable whenever I see this ship somewhere)

I'm really sorry if I offended anyone at any point in this post, I just don't like seeing a teenager and an adult being shiped.

[artofapeach]

Actually laughing so hard, Pav truly is a poor little meow meow, doomed by the narrative, 100% asshole, fuck your redemption you bitch

[jrueships]

he looks like a predator lowkey

DAMN i mean 😭 damn,

tbh, not to get preachy or smthin, this is just my personal onion, im not the biggest fan of 'i always knew smthing was wrong with x' or 'he always looked like a creeper to me' / 'gave off those vibes' bcs i kinda feel like it diminishes survivors' .. surviving. And gives off this sense of 'as long as you look out for These Static Qualities that All Fucked Up People have, you will be SAFE' thumbs up quota kinda thing,,, which is very dangerous and way too broad for an unfortunately worldly and everslipping issue in society. SORRY ANON, i just wanted to get this off my chest and thot this was a good opportunity, it's just my personal probably underrated thots

[cas---2y5]

there is a Road So Far con happening in my state next month. And. I have adult money. And can go check out the vendors. Buy cool merch.

but also our special guy will be there and if I see him in real life I’m afraid I will black out or kms bc it is physically too much to handle

decisions decisions

[adlibitur]

--

[babieken]

Do you still love Shownu? Or did that part of leave us?

Im not sure what the second part means (I think maybe autocorrect fucked up one of ur words maybe? Idk) but uh... nope. That chapter is closed.

[backtodecembertv]

anyway yeah i’m too emotional i’m crazy i miss you what of it. if that’s such a fucking problem then maybe you could’ve found another girl in the past 6 months instead of hanging around me

[ghstmsk]

filled this out the other day for these two cause idk felt like it. I referred to them as just friends with benefits but theyre in a weird spot where they might actually be dating but no ones sure not even them. I think maybe i don't work with these sorts of templates cause I feel the need to explain a lot i'm very prone to infodumping about my ocs

[rafesangelita]

♡ when you tell rafe you love him for the first time, he shows you just how much he reciprocates it back.

warnings: established relationship, super sweet fluff, making out, heavy petting, dry humping, first time together, soft sex, vanilla sex, sooo much praise, oral (f. receiving), guided masturbation, handjob, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pre-ejaculation (rafe couldn’t help himself), multiple orgasms

a/n: i don’t know if it’s the weather change but i’ve just been in a really soft mood as of lately :( i would appreciate it soooo much if you partook in this little poll here <3

wc: 2.0k

a few months may not be considered enough time to fall in love with someone, but with rafe? the feeling felt like it was overdue. especially during times like this, when his hands roamed your body and left a trail of burning desire in its wake. “r-rafe..” you couldn’t help the sound from leaving your lips when you felt just how hard he was in his jeans. “mmm— what’s wrong?” he pulled away, staring down at you as you nervously avoided his gaze.

eyebrows pinching together, a concerned expression took over your boyfriend’s features as he sat up, dragging you onto his lap as he did so. “hey, are you alright?” rafe took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. your heart soared at the little action, a smile gracing your lips as you nodded. “yes, it’s just.. i’m really happy with you. you’ve been so amazing to me and so romantic, and i love that— i love you.” rafe froze, his jaw clenching at your words.

sensing a shift in his demeanor, you felt a slight raise of panic as he blinked, his eyes flickering up at yours. “i’m sorry, it’s probably too soon—” you scrambled, suddenly feeling your cheeks heat in embarrassment. “what did you say?” rafe rested his hands on your hips, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “that it’s too soon—” you started, “no, before that.” rafe loved seeing how flustered he made you, the worried look on your face only making him ache for you even more.

“..that i love you?” rafe nodded, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you closer to his chest. “do you really?” he started trailing kisses down the curve of your neck to your shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as he started dragging your hips up and down his lap. you whimpered at the friction, your arms wrapping around his neck as you reveled in the rough denim of his jeans grazing against your clothed clit. “yes, rafe, i love you.” you repeated, a groan rumbling from his chest.

rafe loved you long before you two started dating, so hearing those three simple words leave your mouth was enough to drive him crazy. “i love you too, more even, if that’s possible..” he whispered against your skin, your perfume intoxicating his senses. you sighed in relief, a gasp leaving your lips when rafe groped you through your dress. “been waiting for you to say that to me,” he spoke through kisses, “i would’ve said it first, but i didn’t wanna scare you away.”

you shook your head, hips still grinding against his. “scare me away?” you giggled, “yeah, right.” rafe laughed, pulling away only to admire you. he still couldn’t believe that you were his. apart of him felt undeserving of all of this, but you made it so easy for him to feel this way, he couldn’t imagine things being any different. eyes trailing down your chest, rafe swallowed thickly as his fingers slipped under your dress. “can i show you how much i love you?”

you took your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding softly as he slid your dress off, leaving you in nothing but the lingerie set you picked out just for him. “you’re so fucking pretty..” you shivered when rafe pulled the waistband of your panties, the material snapping against your skin. your fingers worked to get rafe out of his pants, the sound of his belt coming undone made butterflies erupt in your tummy. rafe took off his shirt, tossing the article of clothing in the corner.

despite seeing him shirtless a countless amount of times, it didn’t change the fact that you were ogling his muscles like it was first time all overs again when he first approached you at the beach some months ago. glistening gold skin, chiseled abs, and a prominent v-line? you were smitten from the start. rafe got up once you got his jeans unbuttoned, his hands taking yours as he had you sit on the edge of his bed. “see what you do to me?”

your eyes fell down to where he pulled the rest of his clothing off, your lips parting slightly when his length sprang up against his stomach. just when you thought he couldn’t be any more perfect, you stared wide eyed at the sight in front of you. wrapping a hand around your own, you gasped when he palmed himself, your skin meeting his. “the second i went up to you and you looked at me with those eyes of yours, all i could think about was this very moment.” rafe groaned.

you began stroking him, his eyebrows knitting together as his jaw went slack. your hand felt so much better than his by a million times. “yeah?” you teased, a shy smile gracing your features. rafe nodded, picking up the pace of your shared movements before resting his free hand on your shoulder. “f-fuck!” rafe pulled away with a grunt, his eyes growing dark as he zeroed in on your figure. you watched as he got on his knees before you, spreading your thighs open with a curse.

“shit, i need to taste you, babe..” he ran a thumb up your soaked cunt, “make you cum on my tongue.” you whimpered at his words, your chest rising and falling as he slid the lace material down your legs. you shuddered when he sat back to take the view in, his stomach caving in when he spread apart your glossy folds. “rafe..” you whined, feeling exposed as he reveled in the sight of your glistening slick shining under the dim light of his room.

rafe leaned down, pressing wet kisses to your inner thighs before locking them to his shoulders. taking a deep breath, your mouth fell open in a silent moan when you felt his tongue lick a stripe up your sticky center before meeting your needy clit. rafe circled his tongue around the sensitive bud, the sensation making you jolt in pleasure. “oh, my god!” you nearly shrieked when he kept repeating the action, your hips instinctively attempting to move away from his face.

“don’t run baby, i’m gonna take such good care of you..” he whispered against your flesh, splaying one of his hands across your tummy. being held in place while rafe ate you like a man starved had you absolutely hysterical. so much so, that rafe couldn’t help himself in letting one of your thighs go so he could stroke himself while bringing you closer to the edge. “so fucking perfect, i’ve dreamt of eating this pussy.” you cried out when his tongue slipped inside your entrance.

eyes fluttering closed, your hand came down to wrap around his fingers, a string of moans leaving your lips. rafe was determined to make you reach your peak, the slight trembling in your thighs being the telltale sign he needed to know you were going to cum soon. you babbled, your back arching off of the mattress when the band in your stomach snapped, a choked sob ripping itself from your throat. rafe let go of his cock, forcing your thighs to stay open.

you had tears running down your cheeks, the white hot pleasure blinding your vision. “rafe!” you screamed, sitting up on your elbows as you shook in his hold. rafe’s eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, the sight ingraining itself into his brain forever. teary eyes, plush lips, flushed skin, you were absolutely gorgeous like this. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” the sound of rafe’s voice brought you out of your post-orgasm bliss, your hands pulling at his.

“please, i need you!” you cried, welcoming him between your legs where he took your lips in a searing kiss. you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, your eyebrows knitting in confusion when you felt something wet on your stomach. pulling away for a moment, you looked down, your eyes widening as rafe followed your gaze. “did you..” rafe groaned, beyond embarrassed at the mess coating his cock. “what the fuck?” he stammered, “i swear that’s never happened before.”

rafe couldn’t believe he cummed without having to be inside you. you cupped his face, shushing him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. while he was mortified at the fact, you thought it was the hottest thing ever. “s’okay.” you pecked his chin, moving up to his lips where he melted into your touch. “yeah?” he swallowed thickly, his length sliding between your folds. “yeah,” you nodded, “i just want you.” rafe moved his hand underneath your back, unclasping your bra.

cursing when your tits spilled out of the garment, rafe lined himself up with your entrance before thumbing your bottom lip. “i fucking love you.” was the last thing he said before filling you to the hilt, bottoming out with ease as he rested his forehead against yours. you stayed like this for a few moments, rafe interlacing his fingers with yours before pulling out and sliding back in again. nails digging into his skin, your voice shook as you whispered a ‘i love you, i love you..’

rafe stroked the side of your face, admiring the way your eyes gleamed up at him, down to the curve of your nose, and the cupid’s bow of your lips. he was going to remember every single little detail about you so he could visualize it later in his dreams. “you feel so good, pretty girl,” he praised, “so soft and wet for me.” rafe’s thrusts were slow and long, the head of his cock kissing your cervix while you barely held yourself together. you couldn’t form a single thought, let alone a word.

the way you looked at rafe said everything he needed to know, a reassuring ‘shhh’ falling from his lips as your mouth opened and closed with a sentence sitting on the tip of your tongue. rafe kissed you, swallowing all the pretty sounds you made while he rocked into you, your heels digging into his back. you were in a daze, your vision growing fuzzy as you let rafe consume you. his moans were like music to your ears, the warmth of his skin making you feel whole.

to rafe this was so much more than just sex. this was real intimacy, the closeness, the pure, raw, unadultered display of emotion. he had never experienced anything like it. with you underneath him like this, taking him so fucking good, muttering his name like it was the only thing you had in that beautiful head of yours, he was in disbelief that you were able to find it in your heart to love someone like him. even though he couldn’t understand it, he’d never question it either.

“ray!” your scream snapped him out of his trance, his eyes finding yours as you practically thrashed against him, your second orgasm hitting you with more force than the first. feeling the way you clamped around his cock was otherworldly. you felt so fucking tight, all thoughts left his brain the second you whimpered a ‘please cum inside me..’ cumming twice in less than twenty minutes? you couldn’t be real.

“f-fuck are you sure?” his hips stuttered, his load threatening to fill you up any second now. you met his eyes, a silent plea for him to do what you asked. burying his face in the crook of your neck, he softly bit the flesh there as he stilled, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he painted your insides with his seed. you cradled the back of his head, pushing yourself impossibly closer to him as the hot ropes of his cum filled you up.

still going through the aftershocks of your previous orgasm, you couldn’t help but squeeze around his length, milking him for all he had before he littered kisses across your bare chest. running your manicured nails down his back, rafe stayed caging you between his arms, his thrusts coming to a slow stop. the only sounds in the room were your uneven breaths, both of you panting softly. “baby?” rafe sounded spent, his voice shaking ever so lightly.

you hummed, blinking slowly before looking down at his face. oh, he was so handsome. “did i already tell you i love you?”

[circe69]

simon ghost riley and pr!mal play fuck yeah

cw: unprotected p in v, rough!sex, predator/prey, dubcon-non, primal play obvi (girl run slower c’mon now)

uhhhh, he’s right behind me isn’t he? ~(>_<~)

“i’ll give you three fuckin’ seconds to run.”

shit.

you stumble back on the wet forest floor, leaves crumbling beneath your feet. simon stood 3 steps away from you, and all he wanted was to fuck you into the ground.

but a good hunter likes to play with his food first.

“one,” he starts as your breath comes out in distorted pants. you’re so excited, so scared, the adrenaline mixed with the intense lust is running through your blood like fire.

“two,” he takes a step towards you. you’re terrified but you want to egg him on. you want to make him angry. wanna make him punish you. you slowly peel off your sweatshirt, revealing your skin-tight tank top.

simon’s anger (and his cock) was begging him to take you right there. he smirked and shook his head, he couldn’t believe what a fucking. brat. you. were.

“three.”

you jumped into a sprint, running as fast as you could and lunging through trees. even though you were running faster than you thought was humanly possible, simon’s footsteps were still right on your tail.

he was swift and silent, and it wasn't until you turned a sharp corner to avoid hitting a tree that you felt two large forearms wrap around your middle.

your scream could've been heard from miles away, causing birds to flee from their nests. ghost flung you against the nearest tree stump and held you with one hand clenched onto your stomach as your feet dangled nearly a foot above the ground.

"why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult," he grunted out as he stripped your pants off with one hand.

you were still struggling to breath, "simon, no-"

"too late for no's, bitch."

you squealed as he tossed you onto the ground, a small tear coming from the corner of your eyes as you went slack jawed watching simon remove his shirt. he started laughing at the sight, "heh, just like you. just like you to dish it and not fuckin' take it. do you see this, y/n?" he grabbed you by a fistful of hair and shoved it down so you were eye level with his painfully hard dick. "you see it? this," he slammed a knee between your thighs, shoving it against your clit as you let out a small sob, "is what you did to me."

no matter what sound was coming out of your mouth, your pussy couldn't lie; if simon were to drag a finger through your slit, it would come back dripping.

"'m sorry, simon, sorry, sorr-"

the sound of his pistol cocking interrupted your pleas. he crawled over you and petted the top of your head, smoothing the stray hairs. “aww, you’re sorry? how sweet,” you felt the head of his gun hit your hip.

“pull my fucking cock out of my pants and if you take your eyes off ‘a mine, you’re dead.”

you scramble, with fat tears streaming out your eyes and down your jaw, as you unzip his cargo pants and pull out his hard length. you never looked away, and scary enough, neither did he.

only when you wrapped your palm around the base of him did he drop is head into the crook of your neck and groan, “fuck,” he whispered, before leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.

“you going soft on me?” you said quietly.

“if i was going soft, this pussy,” he shoved two fingers inside of you with no warning, and all you could hear was an embarrassingly loud squelch, proving just how much you wanted this, wanted him. “would sound a lot different.”

“no matter how sweet you are,” simon removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his dick, forcing a gasp out of you,” n’matter how sick you think i am, you like being prey, you like being caught and gutted from the inside out, isn’ that right baby?”

there was no denying it, and even if you did, your pussy would suggest otherwise.

simon riley was right.

[producedbysohyun]

Shark Week

Squid game x reader hcs

Summary: How the people in squid game would react to you being on your period (all separate)

Includes: Thanos, Se-mi, Dae-ho, Myung-gi, Jun-ho, Hyun-ju (non!squid game au)

Warnings: We are pretending for this one they aren’t all in major debt 🤗, a little suggestive on thanos’s part, If you’re scared of periods don’t read I guess?? 😭

masterlist

a/n: this goes out to all my people who have to deal with periods! We are in this together 😔✊

Thanos

Ya you’re out of luck with this one 😔

Probably the worst person to have with you during your period

Definitely trys to rap his way into making you feel better but just fails miserably

“I know another way to make you feel better 😏”

“No”

“Ok 😞” *walks off with yet again another failed attempt*

If you asked him to go out and by you pads he would probably come back with those small cotton pads for your face

I mean he’s trying 😭

The type to ask “are you on your period” whenever you’re in a bad mood and is met with a slap every time

Doesn’t know what else to do so he probably just goes even more broke buying a bunch of food for you

(“With what money” we all yell in unison 🗣️)

Tolerates watching your “stupid” shows that you like just to make you happy but ends up being really interested

Se-mi

One of the best people to have with you

Deals with her period really well so she doesn’t really understand your pain but she gets the other things

Cuddles you all day!!

Literally turns into your slave

I feel like she would tease you about something and then accidentally make you cry because you’re overly sensitive

She feels so bad and you better believe she’s gonna watch what she says for the remainder of your period

You guys watch shows all day and just eat junk food

*stares at you dying in pain* “is it that bad?”

*starts crying*

“What- nooo baby I’m sorry” *queue her kissing all over your face*

I’m in love with her

Dae-ho

*sigh* I love him

Dude has four sisters so you are in luck

He definitely knows what to do

Gives you so much cuddles

He’s probably extra clingy to you during this time but if you tell him you want space he definitely respects it

If you’re having cramps he’ll give you tummy rubs 😔

I need him so bad wjdvjwwjwdjwkwj

Lowkey gets a bit freaked out when you start having mood swings

So he’s definitely careful with what he says not that he could ever hurt your feelings anyways

Is there to comfort you when you start crying over dumb stuff and NEVER makes fun of you for it

Gets you all your favorite snacks!!!

Ugh I need him

Myung-gi

Lowkey avoids you at first

Confused pt.2

He gets the hang of it pretty quickly tho

“Are you on your period” pt.2

Slapped pt.2

Poor boy didn’t even mean it in a bad way he was just genuinely curious 😞

Secretly looks up what to do

You guys binge watch shows together the whole day while cuddling

Try’s not giggle if you start crying over the show

And if you see him laughing it only makes you cry more

“No no Jagiya I’m sorrrryyy”

*Kisses your face till you stop crying*

Besides the laughing part he’s not a terrible person to have 👍

Jun-ho

Gives you your space

Kinda just lets you do your own thing but if you specifically need something he’ll do it for you

He’s up for giving you cuddles but you gotta ask him cause he doesn’t wanna do anything to upset you :(

Weirdly calm about the whole thing

Sends you texts asking how you’re feeling throughout the day as he can’t be there with you the whole time due to his job

Very very patient when you have mood swings

Buys you food pt.3

Overall not too bad

Hyun-ju

She definitely knows what to do

Very educated

Cuddles pt.4!!!!!!

Does everything she possible can to make you feel better cause she hates seeing you in pain

If somebody upsets you she will personally go and deal with them herself girl doesn’t play around

Constantly checks up on you asking if there’s anything she can do

Literally never makes you cry

She’s so gentle with you 🙁

10/10 person to have when your on your period

a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed! This was a lot of fun to make!!

[nyttedryst]

You had one job.

It's to deliver Kento's lunch without being seen by him or talk with him since your ass thinks it's much convenient rather than arguing again. After all you turn silent whenever in front of a confrontation which Kento would always do like the mature man he is.

You had one job.

Literary one job, so why are you on his office's couch writhing with his head in between your thighs and a couple of bullet vibrators he managed to tape on your sensitive nipples

"still not gonna talk ha? Stubborn brat."

He muffled, sloppily sucking onto your clit that makes your back arched and your hips bucking up to his face practically humping his tongue. You huffed throwing your head back as you bit onto your fingers when he paused in the middle of you being on the edge. Completely denying you of your climax for the nth time, your cunt desperately clenching around nothing.

Kento is not the type of man to be physically affectionate in public, that's just not him but apparently he's the type to secretly fuck you on his office in the middle of the day the moment he saw how one of his employee eyed you down with that sundress.

"Nami- wait- Can't-" you can barely form coherent words when a knock on the door interrupted. Loud squelching remaining echoing through the room.

"oh so now you wanna talk? Too late doll. Come in." You push the edge of your sundress down, covering his head which causes him to chuckle. His hand sneakily grabs another bullet vibrator which he entered in your soaked walls. Your mind although fogged up from the ecstasy managed to glance as the door opened, his secretary shock and flustered immediately turn back.

"I said come in." With hesitation, his secretary entered, their gaze avoiding yours. Kento keeps his pace on your clit, together with the vibrations of the toys attached to you bringing you to pure ecstasy. You're crying, whimpering as you grip his hair pulling it which he didn't really care about, you just taste so divine..so addictive to think this is all his.

"sir- I uhh have gathered the papers that need your signature..I..have also contacted Mr. Yue from the.. Acnoba company and they agreed on testing and improving our new product with their help they wish to have a meeting with you tomorrow should I add it to your schedule?" His secretary's words blurred in with your noises, he so professionally pulled away keeping his thumb on your clit. His gaze never wavered from your poor quivering body, hungrily taking in the sight that intoxicates his mind.

"leave the papers on my desk, add the meeting with Mr. Yue to my schedule. Inform them that I am looking forward to collaborating with Acnoba and exploring the possibilities of improving our new product-" His words got cut off as you let out a whine when he swiftly took out the bullet vibrator from your cunt to your clit. His digits replace the toy relishing in on how you deliciously spasm around it relentlessly hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"also prepare the contract for the collaboration of the- oh." He turned silent as you arched your back hiding your face as you squirt all over him. From his fingers to his face... A second of silence passed, his secretary not being able to handle the situation excuse themselves.

"mmm, bad move doll."

[sohnric]

'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in. /

starting univeristy with you has jake tumbling into a big, irrational fear of losing you to all the new cool kids in your orbit. little does he know, you'd always be rather stuck with him instead.

pairing: jake sim x fem! reader

genre: best friends to ?, fluff, slice of life. domestic and so cutesy i wanna cry. jake is an insecure wet puppy in this i wanna hold him☹️ nerdy shy introverted jakey!!!!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: building legos with jake is my deepest life dream 💔 thank you as always for beta reading my belovedest!!! @csenke

Eyes drifting from the small words and lined artwork in the manual to the crown of your head as you look down on the little building materializing right in your hands and then straight towards the wall behind you, Jake is almost too painfully aware of the time on the clock as you sit on top of his bed, enveloped by his red hoodie rather than the clothes he helped you pick out when you two went shopping together earlier in the day, chewing on the inside of his cheek and wondering when the time will come and you will leave his room to go do something better, something more exciting.

He curses himself in his head for being the way he is. For not being cool enough, for not being social enough to hold big parties he could invite you to, much like Lee Heeseung did, fitting snugly into your tonight’s schedule. For not being bold enough to flirt with you like all the new guys you’ve been meeting since the two of you got into university. For not telling everyone he is interested in you when they first asked him the question upon meeting the two of you in your shared classes. 

For not being loud and casual and funny like Jay is. For being nerdy and boring and maybe even a little shy. 

He curses himself out in his head for everything that makes him him, for everything he cannot change. It’s only been a few weeks since you two started university, and he already grew fifteen times more insecure than he was before– all because the painful realization that you won’t be around him, by his side forever, finally settled in after orientation– when he noticed the way you carry yourself and how it catches the eyes of many, and not just his.

It’s too late now to do anything, though. He will have to watch you slip from between his fingertips, he’s fully aware. Because you were invited to Lee Heeseung’s party– an upperclassman’s party– and an opportunity like this doesn’t get declined. 

The more he’s hypnotizing the clock on the wall, though, the more he’s concerned about the fact that you’re still residing in his dorm room instead of Lee Heeseung’s frat. And although he hates to see you leave, he doesn’t have it in him to stop his curiosity as he asks.

“Aren’t you supposed to be… like… on your way to Heeseung’s now?” he asks, voice coated with shyness mixed with curiosity, hating every single word that came out of his mouth.

“Hm?” you hum, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, a gaze that makes the boy immediately turn his head away and face his hands instead. “Oh, I dunno…” you trail off, not really giving him much of an explanation.

Jake furrows his eyebrows, confused. “Why?”

Out of the periphery of his vision, he sees you shrug. “I don’t really feel like going.”

This sentence alone makes the boy’s mood immediately a thousand times better. He can’t show it on his face, though– that would surely raise some red flags for you. Knowing he can’t face you because you can read him too well, he avoids all possible eye contact as he focuses on the Lego scattered all across his blanket.

“Suddenly?” he hums. “You bought a whole new outfit for it, though..?” A whole new outfit that you looked great in, Jake mentally grunts. A whole new outfit to show off in in front of Lee Heeseung, a whole new outfit that hugs your figure just right and makes Jake’s heartbeat quicken, his palms sweating as you twirled in the clothes outside of the changing room back at the store, asking him how you look.

“I can wear those clothes anywhere,” you snicker. “I dunno, Jake, I think I changed my mind about the party…”

Don’t show any emotion. Don’t look happy about it, Jake has to remind himself. Stay cool, calm and collected.

“Why?” He has a lot of questions.

“Well, first of all, I don’t really know these people,” you say, laughing to yourself. Jake could argue with the fact that Park Sunghoon, his new roommate for the year that you met a load of times before since you hang out with Jake in his room often, would be there– he doesn’t, though. He listens to you as you continue. “I doubt I’d have fun there if I don’t know anyone.”

“I think meeting new people is kinda the point of a party, though, isn’t it?” he notes, earning a soft chuckle out of you.

“I guess… But I dunno, I think the moment I got to your room and we started building these, I was completely sold on just staying over and hanging out with you instead,” you mumble, tone of voice soft and tender, making Jake’s stomach buzz with a thousand fireflies, lighting up his intestines and making him warm all over.

He prays it doesn’t mirror on his cheeks. There’s nothing to blush about in such a simple statement, after all.

“Oh,” is the only thing that leaves his mouth, taking the new information in.

You chose to build Lego with him over going to one of the biggest frat parties of the year? You chose to hang out with him over Lee Heeseung? All of it is making Jake’s fingertips buzz with excitement, a satisfied smile begging to jump onto his cheeks– he keeps suppressing it, though. He’ll keep the celebrations to himself, after you leave.

“Besides,” you clear your throat, “I think it was rude of them to not… not invite you as well, y’know,” you note, shrugging, all nonchalant. 

Jake’s ears start ringing. He didn’t think you’d mention it– he didn’t even think you paid it much mind. 

He wasn’t bitter about not being invited to all the big, cool parties. He made a few new friends already, and they aren’t going either– it’s not like Lee Heeseung and his group are the only acquaintances he could hang out with. It stinged a little when he realized your new friend group was so much different to the one he was building for himself– merely because the fear of watching you detach yourself from him after seeing just how uncool he really is compared to all the fun, outgoing people you surround yourself with nowadays was too much for him to handle.

“Well, they are your friends, not mine,” he shrugs. “And I’m not exactly the party type,” he justifies.

“Well, no,” you admit, “but the invitation would’ve been nice anyway. You’re my best friend, of course I would wanna bring you along.”

Jake chuckles at your words. He’s your best friend– and something about that makes him both overjoyed and a little defeated at the same time.

“Y/N, look, I won’t be mad if you still wanna go. You don’t have to stay with me–”

“But I want to,” you cut him off, finally forcing the boy to meet your eyes. You smile at him all soft and gentle, making Jake melt away and bashfully grin at your hurried argument. “I’m having much more fun building these with you than getting drunk with Lee Heeseung in a frat somewhere, trust me.”

As if to further prove your point, you nestle a little in your place and stretch your legs out as you plop your back against the perpendicular wall, landing your limbs right into Jake’s lap. The boy swallows at the sudden act of affection from you, instinctively resting his forearms against your shins as he continues to work on the Lego set you two picked out together in the mall.

If there’s one thing Jake enjoys doing the most, it’s Lego. His impressive collection stayed back home, though, so you insisted that he has to get at least one set to build to display in his dorm room as well. Convincing him was hard only until you told him you will get one as well and build it with him eventually– not really knowing just yet that the time would come the same day, later in the evening.

The boy lets himself relax once the idea of you leaving any minute and forgetting all about him and the bond you two have is disapproved of by your own words. Eyes involuntarily landing on your face every few seconds and the relaxing, yet heart-palpitation inducing humming of a song unfamiliar to him are preventing him from fully focusing on the Lego set in his hands, making him fall behind. The realization of the fact has you furrowing your eyebrows at him once you finish building up the blocks in your own hands, shifting in your position so now you’re sitting back next to him, legs still hovering over his– making you basically sit in his lap– as you speak up close to his face, having the boy’s ears ring and palms sweat, clammy with the bricks in between his fingertips.

“What’s taking you so long? I swear I witnessed you building that huge Star Wars ship faster than this little thing,” you giggle, taking a block from the little hoard of them on the blanket in front of you two into your hands and offering it to the boy.

“Dunno,” he mumbles, swallowing hard as you help him build up the little structure, hands tangling with his, skin brushing against skin, the scent of your shampoo hitting him in the nose. 

It only takes you two a couple more minutes to finish building the little structure– since the Lego sets you bought were similar, which meant you already knew what you were doing– and as the Lego flowers sit right at Jake’s feet, he lets himself admire them for a bit. 

“You should put them on your table there,” you prompt, pointing towards the desk under the window that’s sitting right opposite of Jake’s bed. “I think it would look super cute.”

Jake nods. He thinks he’d agree with anything that ever comes out of your mouth.

“Put this one next to it,” you snicker as you drag your own Lego set into his point of vision, the sakura flowers making Jake’s poor heart jump, twisting his head to face you.

“Huh?” he voices out. “But that’s yours.”

You shrug. “I bought it for you, ‘cause you like Legos so much,” you hum. “Besides, you can always think of me when you see it on your desk,” you nod.

That’s a silly idea. Jake always thinks of you.

“But you bought it with your own money, you can’t just–”

“Watch me,” you laugh as you scramble to your feet, taking both of the Lego plants and putting them into the corner of the desk, to the opposite end than his lamp is situated, admiring your interior design work.

Jake quickly follows you with a pout on his face. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the sentiment, no– he just really dislikes the idea of you spending money on him. 

“Y/N, you spent money on that! I thought you were getting it so we could match and–”

You spin towards him, making the boy’s breathing hitch in his throat. It seems he didn’t successfully estimate the proximity of his body to yours as he was trying to take the Lego off the table, earning himself only a few centimeters between his and your face. Looking at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging agape– unknowingly making himself seem like an eager, adorable puppy– he can’t help it but let his eyes roam all over your features.

“You can buy me a real plant and I’ll keep that one on my desk, how about that?” you ask him sweetly, raising your brows at him and sending him that cute, cunning smile. 

Something about you right in this moment is making Jake’s blood boil hotter, your composure teasing, daring. The second your arms sneak around his neck, he’s a goner– he can’t think of anything else besides your sheer existence and how that alone makes him feel. What’s worse, he can’t put his attention anywhere but to your soft, plump lips. 

He thinks he’s going crazy. This is insane. If you like playing with him, then he’s happy enough to be your toy– anything but letting you go is good in his eyes.

He doesn’t allow himself to move. Having you like this is already enough for him– it’s far more intimate than anything he’s experienced with you, with anyone ever before– and it’s just a simple hug, goddamn it. You’re breathing the same air as you let your forehead rest against Jake’s, the action alone making him feel weak in his knees, a fit of fireworks erupting in his stomach harder than the New Year’s celebrations. 

He’s trying hard not to think about kissing you right now. Not because he doesn’t want to– no, he just believes you don’t want to. 

Because this is just what friends do on Friday evenings, right? 

Don’t get your hopes up, Jake thinks. You just finished building Lego together– how much of a loser can you really be?

Not enough to stop himself from imagining, it seems. 

Because your face moving towards his with unstoppable force can only ever be a dream– one he’s had far too many nights, far too often than he’d like to admit to himself. 

It feels so real, though? He almost lets himself believe it. He almost lets himself indulge in the fantasy– perhaps even make it a reality– before the bubble bursts itself and all his hopes and dreams with the sound of the door opening, making you jump away from him.

You should’ve locked the door, Jake curses at himself. Actually, no– that would be weird.

Either way, he can’t help but roll his eyes when he hears the voice of Park Sunghoon break the silence. 

“Yo, Y/N, are you coming or not? Heeseung texted me to ask about you. I can give you a lift, if you wanna, but I’m leaving, like, right now, so– did I interrupt something?” the taller boy finally realizes after you send him an annoyed look, the question so deadpan it has Jake cringing at the words.

“Yeah, no,” you clear your throat, dropping your arms and putting some space between you and Jake. “Uhm– I… I’m not going tonight. Thanks, though.”

“So you’re staying behind with that nerd?” Sunghoon asks, a teasing glint in his grin. Jake doesn’t know if he should be taking it personally.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Hanging with the nerd tonight,” you joke, looking behind your shoulder. The gaze you send Jake is softer, more tender than he imagined– something about it making heat crawl to all crevices of his body and making him immensely embarrassed, as he knows there is a blush very apparent and unhidable on his cheeks right now.

Sunghoon nods. After taking one last look between the two of you, the male shrugs. “Alright, then. Have fun!” he says as he turns to leave. Jake thinks the torture is finally over and he gets to be alone with you again, before his roommate spins on his heel and sends you two another shit-eating grin. “Can at least one of you text me if I should find a place to sleep tonight, though? I wouldn’t wanna interrupt again in case you end up–”

“Get out!” you yelp, chasing after the man, threatening him with your fists and kicks.

Jake feels like burying himself alive under the cold ground and disappearing. Curse Park Sunghoon, Lee Heeseung and all the cool kids in school– because it seems that one way or another, they always have a way of keeping you from him.