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coworker (derogatory)
#she just fucking. IRKS me#so we have the same job. same authority level. yet she acts like shes a lead#which would be fine im ok with others taking charge#IF THEY DO IT RIGHT#shes SO FUCKING BAD AT IT??#AND. we have senority!!#yes she is older than us physically but we have worked here for months longer!!!#if anyone is in charge (WHICH SHOULD BE THE LEAD) would it not be the guy who worked there longest???#uggghhhh#she came in late today then was like um youre doing potties wrong youre only supposed to fill half and leave the other stalls for ne#girl then be on time#im not waiting for u im not making the dogs wait for u#so she starts bringing my dogs back (against the rules) (we literally had a meeting last night)#im done arguing. just. fine. whatever. she better have charted or else thatll look bad on me since i brought the dogs out#confronts me later. make sure you fill the potty waters. i say i do. she says yeah but not enough#gestures to a bowl she has filled that is 1) smaller than the bowls in potties 2) TOO FULL#we're not supposed to fill them past halfway so they dont spill#and theyre in the potties for like. 15 minutes. even if they finish their water. im fairly sure its not that inhumane for them to#wait a few more minutes before they go back to their room#THEN. she goes to do feeding. someone is in a meeting where the ipads are (needed to track feeding)#only ipad out is for the front. the front also needs an ipad. so i am instructed to wait#few min later. she comes with an ipad. is the meeting over? no i took it from the front#GIRL.#and she always complains about being in group too much#bestie 90% of the job is group#if you get a day shift youre gonna spend it in group#chill#just. ugh#chaos chitters
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Sin City Theme Song
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#sin city#soundtrack#marv#Youtube#so let them argue. all my kids are growin up. learning the hard lessons and finally a group...a pack?......a murderđ of adults.#adults who now grasp mortality and limitations. amazingly i took on the children they were only 10 and 11 and had been quite abused.#I have taken them as my own children from that day forward. they deserved no less in this verdant world. it has never been a chore to me.#If you believe in fate I was sent to them So that we could talk through that abuse and trauma. I'm quite experienced in this area lol.#i have served as the peacekeeper ever since. If it's 1 thing I can do it's talk. And when the grandchildren came along i got to be the only~#grandfather that they ever knew. My grandchildren are very good at talking through their problems. At least the ones that I raised#im so proud of them. they are unfortunately wrapped up in their parents drama. but they are being logical and their assessment?#they are shaking their heads like me. then artemesia of course because she feels she has had it worse than anyone she has to jump in d' ring#me and my grandaughter Literally said in concert It's not a competition. so artemesia has retired to her room hurling insults at me.#She goes from 0 to gay slur in less than 60 seconds#im immune to these missiles of hers. again the grandkids shake their heads. They don't judge me and I have no fear of disclosure#It still hurts my feelings that she thinks it hurts my feelings If you catch my meaning. my kids and grandkids are well versed in my past#For some reason it bounces off of me like superman. in a few hours she will want something and come slivering back like a snake#and i will act like nothing at all happened. i already forgive you my slinky little serpentine viper. you are always my favourite vice.#but the whole manor is jumping tonight.#which marv has everything under control.#itts always about money. its the biggest stressor we have at the manor. we constantly and consistantly struggle every day of every week.#i diary blog about it which artemesia hates. she dont like people knowing we use the food bank and we barely stay afloat.#my cancer treatments and meds are a big drain on us. artemesia has gone without her meds at times and missed appts so i can get mine.#many times our appts conflict i have cancelled a few treatment days or rescheduled theres times i can do that with no loss to me.#but its all expensive. all i have is disability and they cut that back two months ago. i get less now and i bet drumpf is going to get me 2#im not complaining. weve always had to struggle but its worth it. my grandkids like money and i did spoil them to my limits but they arent~#moneycentric. which im damn thankful for. i made some good humans. not perfect no far from it and that is beautiful too.#there is fun and warmth and valor and honor in the struggle. it bonds us beyond material comforts. there is so much love to be found!!#it teaches us there is so much more to life than counting beans. Certainly you must have some beans to properly exist in bean world#But like thorin in the dragon's lair you can't let the gold lust possess you.
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Fake Dating // Bakugou
a/n: hi all, i am back from the dead with this shit that took me DAYS to finish bc my brain is def not used to writing anymore. pls enjoy and maybe keep a look out for PART 2 if people want it !
You stare at your phone in disbelief. The audacity he had to tell you where to go, how to dress, and to essentially perform in front of everyone for him. Of course this was a mutually beneficial agreement, but at least you only dragged him along to your family functions sparingly.
You two had come to this agreement early last Winter when family members kept pestering you about potentially finding a love interest at your new University, and for him when he couldn't shake off all of the romantic confessions from the students in the other classes.
No one else knew about your arrangement. What made it so much more unbearable was the fact that you shared the same cohort and friend group, so it was a constant facade whenever you're in each other's presence with the others around.
You felt a bit awkward coming to the party alone, and a few hours late. You could hear the bass thumping through the door from the front yard, and from the looks of it, there were far more people than you expected, but on the bright side, it'll be easier to be invisible within the crowd than have to hold up this facade all night.
You approached the front to see Jirou catching a breath of fresh air. She had a drink in one hand and her other interlocked with Momo's
"Are you guys already tapping out?" You asked, taking the steps up the porch.
"Y/N!! For a second I thought you weren't going to make it!" Jirou says, releasing Momo from her grasp and giving you a big hug. "I'm so happy you're here."
"Can't blame me for always being fashionably lateâ You embrace her back.
"Better now than never." She drunkenly chuckles âBakugoâs been a moody bitch all night please go contain himâ
âAre we surprised?â You roll your eyes and laugh. âWhere are you two off to?â
"I'm gonna take Momo out for some air and to maybe vomit, but go inside and I'll find you later!"
âI love you Y/N!! Take a shot for me!!â Momo slurs and blows you a kiss as Jirou drags her away.
"I love you too, Mo! I'll catch you guys inside."
Once you stepped foot inside, it felt like the air from your lungs were instantly replaced with the thick fog of weed and cigarette smoke. It was suffocating, but all too familiar at the same time. You recognized many of the faces around from campus, but none of which were your close friends.
Before anything else, you decided to stop by the kitchen to pour yourself something to drink. To be honest, you weren't picky with your liquor. As long as it did its job, you weren't going to complain. You grabbed a red solo cup off of the stack and poured in a shot and some change worth of cheap vodka.
Mina has to have some red bull somewhere around hereâŠ
You quickly down it and refill another cup to carry around while you look for your ball and chain, Katsuki. You wander around the crowd for a few moments, waiting for someone you knew to catch your attention, but no one did. You decide to take a break to lean against a wall and to send Katsuki a text to see where he was hiding. Before you could even get your phone unlocked, you received a notification from him.
After he sent the last message, you looked up and searched for his meeting eyes. He said he was looking right at you, but for some reason you couldn't find those fiery eyes.
âLooking for someone?â A low voice breaks you from your search.
You turn to see Katsuki leaning up against the wall right beside you, almost shoulder to shoulder.
âHmmm yeah I am, actually. Have you seen my boyfriend?â You turn to him fully. âHeâs tall, messy blonde hair, kind of has a stupid look to his face, really hot though, trust me, and also like a medium build?â
You catch a glimpse of the smallest smirk on his face.
âYeah? Well Iâll be sure to keep a lookout for him. In the meantime though, can you keep an eye out for my girlfriend? Angel faced, toothy smile, obnoxious ass laugh though, like if you hear honking, it's probably them.â He retaliates.
You both stare at each other in silence before you break character and playfully punch him in the arm. âShut up, idiot. I don't honk.â
âYou do. Like a goose.â
"You're so good at this flirting thing, Katsuki. Keep it up." You say sarcastically.
"It is my job, after all."
He stealthily wraps his arms around your shoulder, bringing himself in closer to you. He damn near was caging you in against the wall, blocking out the rest of the party with his back.
âSo what's the game plan for tonight?â You peered up at his towering figure.
âHang out for a couple hours, do all that lovey bullshit and then Iâll take you home. Don't get too messy tonight either. Iâm not trying to babysit.â
âWorry about yourself, lightweight.â You roll your eyes.
âAnd is this straight vodka?" He looks into your cup with disgust. "Are you mentally ill?"
âI couldn't find the red bull.â You shrug.
âSo it's either that or straight vodka?â
âYeah and? You have a problem with that?â
âYeah I actually do. It's fucking insan-â He starts.
âBakugou!â A voice interrupts behind him. âThere you are!â
You two lock eyes for a brief second. Just when you were actually starting to enjoy yourself with annoying Katsuki, you remember that you were only here for one reason. Katsuki's jaw clenched as he turned over to lean back against the wall beside you.
âOh. Y/N youâre here too.â They say in a deflated tone. âI was just wondering if you could give us a second to chat?â They bat their eyelashes.
âI'm not in the mood to chat.â He says, pulling you closer by the waist.
âWeâre actually about to go meet up with the others. Catch him next time.â You smile sweetly, interlocking your fingers with his and dragging him towards the backyard.
To your surprise, your friends were actually all there surrounding the firepit.
Denki was the first to spot you. He gasps and jumps up from his seat.
"You're here!" He nearly trips over his own feet trying to get over to you. He pulls you in a big hug, sweeping you off your feet. "Oh my god Y/N I missed you so much I could cry right now."
He was clearly a drink or two over his limit. His cheeks were bright red and he was already starting to sweat through his shirt.
âI missed you too, Denks.â You let yourself get twirled around by him.
âFinally you're back, Iâm tired of holding onto your nasty drink.â Kirishima says, passing a red solo cup to Katsuki once he sat down.
You tried to take the empty seat next to him, but he immediately grabbed your wrist to pull you to share his chair. Your eyes widen at his own, as if you could telepathically curse him out. You clench your jaw as you feel a hot flash across your face.
âItâs cold. Stay close.â He simply says.
You nervously chuckle. âThere's a fire right there, babe.â
âDo it for me then.â He smirks.
You silently groan to yourself as you lean back into his chest in defeat. Luckily, the chair had enough width to allow you to not have to fully sit on his lap, moreso just a leg slung over his own.
âTry this.â He lifts the solo cup to your lips.
You peer down at the dark red liquid in his cup. The smell burnt your nose. You shot him a weary glance before you downed his concoction, having to pinch your nose right after to subdue the burn. The shock of spicy and tangy residue left your throat burning with every inhale.
"What the fuck is that?" You choke out, continuing to pinch your nose.
"Fireball, lemon juice, and OJ." He smiled mischievously. "Thoughts?"
"The nerve you have to comment on my drink after sipping on this bullshit all night? It tastes like piss.â
He shrugs, wearing a lazy smile as he grips the softness of your inner thigh, with his other arm wrapped around your shoulder, fiddling with a lock of your hair.
You were internally screaming. Usually, there would be a hand holding or an arm around the waist or shoulder, but he was never this touchy whenever you had to act like a couple in front of your friends or even in front of the people trying to get at him.
You look around the firepit to see that all of your friends were in loud conversation with one another- laughing, arguing, and definitely not paying you two any attention.
âWhat are you doing?â You say low enough that only he could hear. âYou're like, all up in my shit."
â5 oâclock, babe.â He simply says.
You slightly turn your head to your right to see the person from earlier, trying to not-so-obviously stare at you both.
âTryna give them a show or something? You roll your eyes.
âOnly if you'd let me.â He whispers.
You felt a chill crawl up your spine. God he's being gross. But you liked it. When you first made your little arrangement, you swore to yourself to not to catch any type of feelings for him, but the more time you spent charading around as a couple, the deeper you fell into this infatuation despite how hard you fought against it or played it off as a part of the bit.
âDonât kill me, okay?â You whisper, meeting his eyes and forcing a smile.
You turned your head to fullyface his own and leaned in. Both of you were caught by surprise- his eyes widening right before you made contact. You two had never crossed this line before, let alone talked about it. It was only ever the unspoken rule of âdon't catch feelingsâ and âno couple shit when weâre alone.â
His lips were soft and swollen as if he spent the last hour biting down on them. Once your lips crashed into his, it felt like your stomach was turning inside out, and a fire lit within.
It's fine, it's for show. Itâs fine, you agreed to this. Itâs fine, itâs not real.
You were fucked. You hated him, but you liked him. Maybe it was more than like. Maybe like isn't even the right word at all, but all you knew was that you needed to stop and take a second to reevaluate what you were doing with Katsuki.
In reality, the kiss lasted no more than 10 seconds, but it felt like you had fallen into the fire pit and laid in it for hours. Your body was on fire.
Once you broke away, you two stared at each other blankly, blinking away the realization of what had just happened. You didn't know whether to laugh and slap him on the shoulder, or start crying.
âI-I'm gonna go get another drink!â You suddenly exclaim, getting up and leaving him in his chair.
I'm so FUCKED.
You quickly snake your way through the large crowd that had filtered their way to the backyard. You stop by the kitchen to pour yourself a heaping cup of whatever liquor bottle was closest to you, down a large gulp, and take the rest with you to the bathroom.
Your head was starting to feel a bit hazy from the mix of second hand smoke as well as your drinks from earlier starting to settle in your stomach. Did you even eat anything before drinking like this? You weren't really expecting to have anything more than one drink, but after your kiss with Katsuki, you suddenly feel the need to forget it all.
You were sitting up against the bathtub, wallowing in your complicated mass of feelings, and now fully intoxicated. You let your head rest on top of your knees while you replayed every single interaction you've had with him tonight.
Your phone started buzzing on the floor next to you. You opened the screen, eyes squinting to adjust to the brightness.
Of course it was Katsuki.
You sat and stared at your feet for a few minutes until you heard pounding on the door. Judging from the force of it, it was either a fucking SWAT team or Katsuki.
You grab a hold of the side of the bathtub to hoist yourself up, stumbling a bit while doing so and unlocked the door. Of course behind it was the latter.
He lets himself in and shuts the door behind him, leaning back on it.
You were wildly embarrassed for a multitude of things. You were on the verge of messy drunk, your face was stupidly hot and flushed, you kissed your fake boyfriend and ran away, you're swallowing down your feelings, and now here he is to reprimand you for all of it.
"Water as per requested." He pops open the cap of a fresh water bottle and hands it over to you.
"Thanks." You mutter and drink the water in silence.
"So are you upset at me?" He finally asks.
"Yes."
"And why is that?" He cocks his head to the side.
You were drunk, no doubt about it, but this unserious playful tone in his voice that pissed you off was clear as day. Why were you the only one freaking out? Did he not care? It surely confirmed that he does not and never have felt the same as you and truly did think of your "relationship" as nothing more but a transaction.
You purse your lips and remained silent.
"Because... you kissed me?"
You nodded.
"So you're upset at ME... because YOU kissed ME..." He states once more.
You were on the verge of tears. He loved making you look stupid but this was tenfold now. Not that he was wrong, but you weren't in the mood for it.
"So what if I am?" You choke out, tears now brimming over.
Katsuki's eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to break down so easily after a couple of harmless questions. You steps towards you and grabs your shoulders, not quite sure what to do or how to react.
"Hey hey hey, what the fuck? Why are you crying all of the sudden? Seriously, Y/N it's not a big deal."
"It is." You whine. "It is and you don't even care!"
He finally pulls you into him, letting you sob into his shoulder. His hand caressing your back in comfort.
"You idiot." He says after a moment of silence. "You're such an emotional drunk. This is why I told you not to get messy." He scolds. "I do care. But I won't if you don't want me to."
"I do want you to care. I want you to like me. Not just like me, but like-like me." You confess.
You feel him stiffen under you. Clearly your drunken state had forced you to say the wrong thing, but you didn't care.
"But do you like-like me?" He asked back, pulling you back to look at your tear stained face. "Drink some more water and sober up a bit before you answer okay?" He brings the water up to your face.
"I don't want anymore water!" You push his hand away. "I like-like you and I hate being your fake girlfriend and lying to everyone and myself about it!"
His smile grew, but he shook his head. "Okay angel face, let's talk about it then." He moves his thumb up to your cheek to wipe away stray tears.
"You're so wasted, you may not even remember this for tomorrow. But I think you're the coolest person on this fucking block, okay? And I like being around you even though you annoy the shit out of me sometimes. So stop crying and feeling bad. We're fine."
"But we're not! I don't want you to be my fake boyfriend anymore. I think you're cool too and you make me laugh and feel stupid in the heart and I fucking hate you for that, so that's why we shouldn't do any of this anymore."
He doesn't reply, but instead looks down at your sad face, lip still quivering, makeup smudged around your eyes. His hand continued to cup you cheek, forcing you to look back up at him.
Katsuki leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a second longer.
"That's okay. We can do something about that when you're sober. If you even remember any of this, anyways. Let's get you home."
He grabs your hand and swiftly leads you out of the bathroom. You wonder what you had just done, whether it was going to blow up in your face (if you even remember the next day) or work itself out? Would it even matter?
#mha x reader#my hero academia#mha#bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugouxreader#bnha oneshots#bnha x reader#boku no hero academia#fakedatingau
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the sled problem
roronoa zoro x fem!reader âᥣđ© fic summary: thinking about alabasta where there's no room for matsuge to carry you, so zoro puts you on the sled with chopper (feat. a lot of reader x crew too!). w/c: 1.1k c/w: zoro refers to reader as 'my girl' & 'girlfriend', she/her pronouns, established relationship, reader is shorter than zoro. a/n: thanks everyone for voting! here is bf!zoro.
"My turn!" Luffy exclaims, feet dragging through the sand. You eye him wearily as it seems he used the last of his energy to make it known that he was to take your place on the sled. You wince when he stumbles, the last of the water hanging by a rope around his neck.
"No way, moron," Zoro grunts behind you. "My girl and Chopper only."
Next to Luffy, Usopp lets out a noise of disagreement, his body weight relying on the walking stick in his hand. "Surely she can walkâ Ouch!"
Chopper's weak giggle cuts the thick air beside you, and you look to where the sharpshooter lays motionless in the orange sand. Glancing back, you see Zoro's fist lowering back to his side.
"Stop complaining," Nami says, adjusting the scarf on her head. "We'll be there soon."
"You're on the back of a camel," Usopp splutters as he gets to his feet. Matsuge grunts in dismissal, and Nami pretends not to hear her crewmate and turns to face the horizon.
"Let me on!" Luffy attempts to yell, staggering toward the swordsman. "C'mon, Chopper, you're an animal fit for the desert."
The reindeer shakes his head and clasps his arms around your bicep. "No way, you try having a fur coat in his heat."
Usopp giggles, though he eyes the waterskin that hangs against Luffy's chest instead of the medic. "I'll cut it off you if you'd likeâ"
A collective gasp sounds through the group; this time, you kick your leg out to trip him over, realising too late that he was speaking about the water and not Chopper.
Zoro chokes out a cackle at the thump of his crewmate against the sand. "Atta girl."
Usopp makes no move to get up. He lays there, delirious, until Sanji grips the back of his shirt and tugs him along. "Idiot."
The only sound is the wind and the crunch of shoes in the desert. Sighing, you start to feel bad for the others when you see them struggling to stay upright, so, you shuffle Chopper over so you can get up.
"'Ro," You say, turning to face his back. Zoro stops and looks at you with his brows furrowed. "Here, Luffyâ"
The group groans as you stand, dusting the sand from your clothes.
Zoro shakes his head and scoffs. "I'm not pulling that moron. Sit back down."
With pleading eyes, you shove your captain toward the sled, carefully avoiding Chopper. "Just pull him; I'll walk with you for a while."
Zoro grumbles and suddenly jolts the sled, so Luffy slides off. "Oops."
"Please, Ro," You say, touching his forearm. "Just until I get tired."
"Yeah, just until she gets tired," Luffy mumbles, heaving himself onto the sled. "Which will be never."
Zoro glares at you, but the look is too familiar for you to take it harshly. Then, he starts walking again, purposefully making a face of discomfort.
"Thanks, baby," you smile, wiping the sweat from your forehead.
"Aw, baby, that's so cute," Usopp mumbles, his face just inches off the ground thanks to Sanji's grip. "Zoro, baby, my babyâ"
Sanji rolls his eyes, drops him, and keeps walking. "Do you ever shut up?"
You glance back at him, but Zoro nudges you with his shoulder. "He'll catch up."
Sighing, you stop and walk back to Usopp. Zoro knows what you'll make him do, but god knows heâll always do what you tell him.
You try your best to help the sniper to his feet, muttering that he won't have to walk anymore, giving Usopp the energy to run to the sled. So much for feeling bad for him...
"You need to learn to ignore them," Sanji says, plucking the cigarette between his lips. "Let the moss head drag you through the dunes. He clearly wants to."
You look back and slow down to match his steps, smiling at Sanji's attempt at being nice to your boyfriend. "It's the least I can do."
The cook begins to counter your lame argument but stops short when he sees Zoro waiting for you ahead: his captain, the sharpshooter, and the reindeer piled on the wooden sand sled.
"I'm doing all this for you, and you ditch me for the cook."
You can feel Sanji roll his eyes beside you. Laughing, you quicken your steps to catch up to the swordsman.
"Jealous?"
Zoro scoffs and readjusts his grip on the ropes. "Of him? I'd rather die."
There's a sigh behind you, and then Sanji speeds past you, hands clasped before him as he asks Nami if she needs anything.
Zoro knocks your shoulder with his bicep, bringing you back to the man beside you. He's a man of very few words, but you know what he's trying to say. Quit teasing me.
Rolling your eyes, you giggle. "Stop flirting, we're in the desert."
"Seriously?"
You shrug and glance at the boys on the sled, your sweet expression turning to irritation when you see them sitting cross-legged, whispering animatedly while Chopper lies half-delirious from heat stroke. âSeriously?â
âYeah? I just asked thatââ
You stop walking and hit an oblivious Luffy upside the head when he passes. Your captain tumbles onto the sand, Usopp following soon after with expletives falling from his lips.
Huffing, you reclaim your place next to Chopper. "Manipulative idiots."
âYou got that right,â Chopper mumbles. You shake your head and watch as the pair stumble back to their feet and start complaining again.
"Why?" Usopp cries. "Zoro control your girlfriend; she's mean."
Zoro laughs deeply, like a warning. "Usopp, I swear to god, if I hear your voice one more time, I won't hesitate to kick your ass."
"Sorry," Usopp mumbles to you. "Sorry, Zoro."
"Damn right," your boyfriend states. "And Luffy?"
Your captain's head raises, face screwed in anticipation of what the swordsman had for him.
"Give her the water."
"Butâ"
"Now, moron!"
You go to counter Zoro's demand, insisting that it is fine, but Luffy hastily rips the rope from his neck and stretches his rubber arm to drop the waterskin in your lap.
"Thanks, Luffy."
His only response is a whiny grumble.
"Here, Chop," You unscrew the lid and push the bottle towards the reindeer. "Drink."
Chopper lifts his head weakly. "No, that's yours."
Rolling your eyes, you shove it further into his tiny chest. "Zoro won't curse you for drinking it, I promise."
Nodding, Chopper takes the waterskin between his hooves and sips.
"Hey, no fair! Why do she and the reindeer get water, and we don't?"
Zoro stops dead in his tracks and drops the rope to the sled. "Usopp."
A terrified scream echoes through the barren desert, and then Zoro rounds the sled and tackles the sharpshooter to the ground.
Nami groans from the front of the group. "Can't we have a normal trip for once?"
Vivi's soft voice follows. "Doesn't look like it."
"Please! Please, I'm sorry! Zoro, please! I'm not meant for combat!"
"Shut it, asshole," Zoro sighs. "You speak to my girl like that again? See what happens."Â
#guys please i just finished alabasta arc i love these idiots#đ€đ€đ€đ€#roronoa zoro#roronoa zoro x reader#zoro x reader#one piece#one piece x reader#roronoa zoro x fem!reader#roronoa zoro imagine#zoro imagine#one piece imagine#alabasta arc#â ann writes!
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bruised knees
words: 2.1k
warnings: mentions of blowjobs, losing virginity, virgin!reader (but fic is not smut), jealous! and overprotective!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, fluffy
rafe has been beyond overprotective of you his whole life. ever since you met in first grade and you let him borrow your brand new crayon box, only for a bully to come up and tug on your pigtails, causing rafe to pause his coloring to shove him away and tell him not to touch you ever again.
you smiled at rafe, the same smile you look at him with now, and he knew he would take care of you no matter what. you hugged him tightly and from that day on always shared your crayons, and everything else you had, with your new best friend.
âready?â rafe slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards the boat.
âyes!â you squeal, trying to navigate holding your tote bag and backpack at once, when suddenly both are out of your hands as rafe takes them and carries them down the pier.
ârafe, i can carry my own stuff.â you roll your eyes. it's a losing battle, your best friend will always lessen your load, hating seeing you do any sort of physical labor, feeling like that's his job.
âyeah, whatever.â rafe just ignores your argument, it's one he's heard so many times before, yet you make no attempt to take the bags back. âwho all did you invite again?â rafe asks as you enter onto the boat, quickly beginning preparations for the day at sea, having gone through the motions so many times, knowing the boat like the back of your hand even though it's the cameron familys.
âuhh, topper, tina, kelce, steph, tiffy and hayden.â you go through the list of names in your head of friends that will be joining you and rafe on the yacht.
âhow is tiffy since the break up?â rafe asks, knowing you like to talk while you work, pulling various lines while you straighten up the boat to make it more presentable, going through the motions together, always together.
rafes question launches you into a gossip session with rafe, spilling all the secrets your friends told you at your last hang out, but they know you don't keep anything from rafe, so it's no surprise when he knows as well, not that any of the girls would complain, rafe often takes over the role of protector to your friends as well, caring about who you care about.
âthere's hayden!â you call to rafe, pointing down the dock to the parking lot where haydens truck just pulled in, a few minutes earlier than you expected anyone to start arriving.
âgreat.â rafe mumbles under his breath, making sure you don't hear his upset tone. he liked hayden at first, sharing some common interests (mostly golf), but then hayden got far too touchy with you, his gaze heating when it turned to you in a way that infuriated rafe, and he made sure to show hayden when you weren't around how much it pissed him off.
rafe is probably to credit for you never having a boyfriend for an extended period of time, but he can't help it, you're so perfect and no guy can possibly deserve you, so he has to scare them off before you get too invested and give them all of your attention instead of him.
âhey, heyds.â you greet him with a hug after he makes his way down the pier, making rafe grunts as haydens hand rests a little too low on your back for his liking, making rafes mind reel at the possibility of something going on between the two of you.
your other friends slowly begin to pile onto the boat, steph being the last one to get there as she is notorious for being late, which is why you told her to show up half an hour before everyone else, and somehow still managed to get there last.
âready for takeoff?â you ask rafe, stepping away to join him at the wheel while your group of friends find places to sit while rafe navigates the boat towards the ocean.
âi am.â rafe nods, having disconnected the last line. no matter what is happening, you always sit next to rafe on the bench as he directs the boat, ready to be his second in command at any moment, even if its just fetching him a drink or checking the water depth.
âi canât wait to swim.â you say with a sigh, having not gotten out into the water all week, which is rare with how much peace you find in the ocean.
âhow about that one sandbar we took wheezie to?â rafe questions, wanting you to decide where he anchors the boat.
âooh, yes.â you nod.
âshe complained to me last night that you werenât over.â rafe smiles at you when you let out a laugh.
âi donât spend one friday night and she complains! ugh, i love that girl.â you grin thinking about wheezie, treating her like sheâs your own little sister, having known her since she was born.
âyouâll stay tonight, right?â rafe asks, missing you sharing his bed like you do every weekend.Â
âmhm, iâm not driving home after being out on the boat all day, gonna be so exhausted.â you roll your eyes.
rafe smiles at you, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, leaving him to drive with one hand, but wanting you close to him, secretly hoping hayden would look through the windows from the lower deck and see you all cuddled up into his side.
neither of you have ever broached the topic of taking things beyond just friendship, despite rafe desperately wanting to take things further, he doesnât want to mess up the one good thing he has in his life. youâre such a source of brightness that when youâre around him he forgets all about his fights with his dad, or issues with barry.
âhere.â rafe nods to you, immediately going to drop the anchor, planning to stay in one spot all day.
you help him make sure its secure before moving to the main deck with everyone else. âalright, who is ready to swim?â you shout with glee.
âyou know i am.â hayden smirks at you, pulling his shirt off over his head.
âmhm, thatâs why i like you, not afraid to get wet.â you say, rafe carefully watching the interaction, unsure if you meant the innuendo or not.
you take your tshirt off as well, tossing it onto the pile that everyone is making on the sofa, revealing swimsuits underneath their clothes. rafe also undresses, but slowly and quietly.
you tug your yoga pants down next, having kicked your shoes off upon entering the boat. you turn towards rafe, always checking in with him, seeking him out amongst the crowd.
rafe smiles at you, his eyes dropping subtly down your body, quickly checking out your pale lilac swimsuit before he sees a different shade of purple, this time blossoming around your knees.
hayden seems to notice too, a smirk growing on his face when he sees the localized bruises.
âwhat the fuck did you do?â rafe grunts out before he can stop himself and use the calming methods you so carefully taught him.
âwhat?â hayden turns to look at rafe, but heâs already charging at him. rafe shoves hayden backwards, making him stumble but he manages to maintain his footing.
ârafe, chill!â you shout, grabbing at his arm.
âdid he-did you fucking blow him?â rafe questions, pointing to your knees. âhow did you get those bruises?â âjesus, rafe!â you take a step back, but donât drop your grip on his arm, not sure if he would try to pull away. âyou seriously ask me that in front of all our friends? for your information i was working out in the garden yesterday and bruised my knees kneeling on the pavers. but thanks for embarrassing me.â
you drop his arm when you feel tears welling in your eyes, quickly turning and sprinting into the interior of the boat.
you throw yourself onto the bed in one of the two bedrooms, hiding your face in the white pillow as you cry.Â
ây/nâŠâ rafe says softly. you donât jump at his voice, you expected him to follow you, but you donât feel like talking to him.
âplease, y/n.â rafe pleads, and you feel his weight dip the bed down as he climbs onto the mattress.
âstop it.â you whine when rafe pulls you into him, but you donât struggle as he cuddles into you, pressing a kiss against your hair. youâve cuddled rafe before, of course since youâve been friends for so long, but never with this little clothing on, and you are very aware of how much of his bare skin is touching yours.
âi didnât mean to embarrass you, y/n. i just⊠i just got so angry thinking about you possibly doing anything with hayden. i donât like him. heâs not good enough for you.â
âwhy would you even think i would do that though? you know im a virgin.â
the words shock rafe, and you can physically feel him tense up. you pick up your head to look at him, brows furrowed together.
âi-i didnât know that.â rafe just assumed you lost it to one of your short term boyfriends.
âno⊠no i would have told you, rafey. youâre my best friend, i⊠you told me when you lost yours.â you remind rafe of when he was 16 years old and had sex for the first time, calling you only an hour after to confide in you, partly hoping you would get jealous.
âi thought you knew that i wouldnât want to hear about you sleeping with someone. i guess i just figured you kept it to yourself for my sake.â rafe doesnât realize the implication of his words as they flow from between his lips.
âwhy would i?- wait⊠you like me?â you blink up at him.
rafe pauses. now is as good as time as any, especially with the growing threat of hayden and other guys who arenât scared of rafe potentially taking you away from him. âyes. i love you. i think iâve loved you since first grade.â âholy shit, you asshole!â you shout, and itâs not the reaction rafe was expecting as he tenses, waiting for you to run off, or get mad, but instead your shout turns into a laugh, âi canât believe you didnât tell me sooner!â and then your lips are on his, finally feeling the perfect meld of your mouths together as rafe quickly snaps into action, his lips moving against yours as he cups your face.
âi love you too, in case it wasnât obvious.â you whisper against his mouth before resuming the kiss.
âthank fuck, i was ready to murder hayden just because i thought you liked him.â rafe laughs, tugging on your waist to bring your bodies even closer together, leaving his large hand resting against your bare back.
âpshht.â you shake your head. âheâs not even half the man you are.âÂ
âholy shit, i love you.â rafe repeats, taking you in for another kiss.
âmy friends are never gonna believe that we finally got together.â you giggle. âi think theyâve all placed bets.â
âyour friends?â rafe shakes his head. âbaby, i think even our parents have.â
âi⊠iâm really happy we admitted are feelings.â you say shyly, a blush covering your cheeks as you look down, breaking eye contact. âeveryone told me that you liked me too but i was too nervous to ruin what we had.â
âhey, itâs okay.â rafe says softly. âwe have forever this way.â
you feel tears well up in your eyes again as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head into his bare chest.
âgosh, i canât wait to go tell everyone.â you admit with a giggle.
âyeah? wanna go get in the water too?â rafe asks, unsure if your friends waiting for your argument to be over to swim.
âhell yeah.â you slide off the bed, rafe taking a minute to check out your body, not hiding his heated gaze as you catch him.
âholy shit, you are checking me out!âÂ
âduh, youâre my girl now.â rafe smirks, also getting off the bed, placing an arm around your shoulder. âgonna give you bruised knees for a different reason, baby.â
âwait, rafe-â you begin, suddenly not feeling like swimming anymore, but he pulls you out onto the deck, seeing all your friends sitting awkwardly on the sofas, waiting for whatever argument to be over with.
âdonât worry baby.â rafe drops his mouth to your ear, making sure your friends canât hear. âwe can talk about that virginity of yours later.â rafe doesnât give you a second to respond, placing his fingers on your chin and tilting your head towards him to press a kiss to your lips to the chorus of all of your friends letting out woops and claps, along with shouts of âfinally!â
âi told you!â tiffy shouts, holding her hand out towards stephanie. âyou owe me 20 bucks!â
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KISS ME MORE â ning yizhuo
tldr: my (22f) gay roommateâs (21f) dating life makes me feel weird. sheâs one of my best friends but now iâm wondering if i could be homophobic.
tags fluff, crack, jealousy, non-idol au, roommates, based off that one reddit story, short fic, dialogue heavy, mentions of jmj, hi yunjin! tw for oblivious ning, pacingâs weird kinda
wordcount 5.2k
đïž authorâs note: happy birthday ning! late fic ik⊠but iâve been busy (iâm sorry đ) hope our dearest main vocal stays happy for the rest of her life! canât imagine aespa without her đ€ happy reading~
r/relationships posted by
u/throwawaylizard 16 hours ago.
TLDR: my (22f) gay roommateâs (21f) dating life makes me feel weird. sheâs one of my best friends but now iâm wondering if i could be homophobic.
i am currently roommates with this girl, A. we've been staying together ever since we graduated and weâre very close. sometimes weâll even jokingly flirt with each other but she knows iâm straight and she has never made me uncomfortable before. iâm a foreigner and A has definitely helped me grow accustomed to the culture here. i owe it all to her. which is why iâm confused about my feelings right now.
iâve never thought of myself to be discriminatory towards anyone and i always welcomed those different from me, regardless of their sexual orientation. however, recently my roommate has come out to me. i supported her and didnât think much of it after. but hereâs where the problem starts. she came back with a girl a few days ago that i recognise from our extended friend group. i have nothing against gay people but when i saw the girl, i just felt so upset. at first i thought it was because i was in a bad mood and all i wanted was to cuddle with A, but afterwards, A would progressively get more touchy with that girl (lets call her Y). every time i would see them, i just felt bad. i wanted to puke at the sight.
i caught them making out on the couch once and i got so pissed off. i think it was because of a rough day but basically when my roommate started to apologise, i just blew her off. Y seemed embarrassed too. i felt really bad afterwards since A was really hurt by my action. she asked me why i was so angry and i just lied saying that something at work made me upset. i donât want to tell her that it was because seeing her with a girl that i was annoyed.
there was another incident where she brought Y to our weekly game night. all my friends seemed fine with her, except for me. one of my friends, letâs call her M, had to pull me aside to ask what was wrong with me. in that moment, i realised that i was only hurting A and Y by being a jerk. iâm normally a polite person but that day i was being unnecessarily rude to someone i didnât even know. i chalked it up as wanting only the best for A since sheâs a year younger than me and wanting to protect her. she doesnât really date anyone and sheâs very quiet. am i being unreasonable? i really donât want to be homophobic. i told M all about my feelings of homophobia and she told me that she was dating a girl too. i didnât know why she brought it up but then she asked if i felt any disgust towards her for being gay. i said no and that her sexual orientation would never change our friendship.
so she asked why do i only feel that way towards A? and i want to extend that question to everyone here too. can someone help? do you have any experience with something like this? i donât want to lose A as a friend. sheâs one of my best friends and i canât see myself not standing beside her in the future. weâve been through a lot together and i donât want this to be the reason why we end our friendship. sheâs never once complained about my dating life and it feels hypocritical to do the same to hers. but i just feel queasy whenever she brings up other girls. like i want to bash my head against the wall type.
do i have selective homophobia? can someone help?
⧠157 | ⩠| 89 comments
u/betterthingz01 | 12h
op i hate to break this to you⊠but i think you might be in love with your roommate.
u/throwawaylizard | 12h
can you elaborate? please!!!
u/flatearther | 11h
Are u sure u donât have a crush on A? Or that u are straight?
u/throwawaylizard | 10h
uhm well iâm straight⊠so i donât think i have a crush on A but if i was into girls, iâd definitely fall in love with her!! sheâs really sweet and caring.
u/flatearther | 10h
Oh đđ
u/mingmingz | 7h
how do you feel if your roommate brought back a different girl? maybe you just donât like Y as a person?
u/throwawaylizard | 7h
she used to bring other girls around too i think they were just friends though. i felt the same way but just seeing her kiss Y makes me want to throw up :((
u/blueskies444 | 5h
have u tried talking to ur roommate? i think communication is the best solution here
u/throwawaylizard | 4h
i talked to her a few days ago, asking her if she could stop bringing Y to our hangouts or apartment because it feels weird. our friend group only really consisted of five people and as bad as it sounds, Y just felt like an intruder. she kinda looked at me weird before agreeing. but then she asked if i would be fine if she went to Yâs apartment instead and obviously i said it wasnât any of my business. A got a little upset and we havenât been talking recentlyâŠ
u/blueskies444 | 4h
iâm gonna be real w u for a sec and say that A is most definitely trying to get u jealous
u/throwawaylizard | 3h
why would she do that?
u/blueskies444 | 2h
yeahhh iâm not the one who should tell u why
âning yizhuo, why am i getting messages from jimin unnie saying that she found your reddit post?â minjeongâs voice shrills out behind yizhuo. the girl shrinks, shivers running down her spine at the thought of anyone finding out about her post. she had resorted to reddit for help after much consideration and even aeri had said that reddit was surprisingly helpful at times.
âthatâs not me! youâve got the wrong person!â
minjeong rolls her eyes and tosses her phone onto yizhuoâs desk, âthatâs literally you. ddongie would be upset to know that heâs a throwaway lizard.â
yizhuo instantly protests, âthat just means that it isnât my main account! i didnât want people to find my real account.â
âoh, so you are throwaway lizard?â
she cowers at minjeongâs intense gaze, knowing that her little slip up just cost her whole facade.
âwell the comments were helpful!â
âdid you not reread what you typed out?â
minjeongâs genuine tone makes yizhuo hesitate.
âyeah? did i make a lot of spelling mistakesâŠ?â
âno! did you not realise?â minjeong asks again. yizhuo huffs, swerving back around in her chair, ârealise what? that iâm a bad friend? y/n hasnât talked to me in days.â
just as she said in her reddit post, you havenât spoken a word to her ever since that day she confronted you. yizhuo doesnât think she was super mean with her words but the way you had reacted made it seemed like she killed your whole family.
she had only said, âhey, can you stop bringing yunjin over?â and her mere words had launched a full-blown argument where you had insinuated that yizhuo was jealous that you had someone to rely on.
it couldnât have been further from the truth! yizhuo would never be upset about your happiness. any semblance of bitterness had lessened when she saw how bright your smile was or how much you were laughing when yunjin would tell a joke.
(she didnât find it funny but at least you laughed. yunjin was the epitome of dad jokes. she was not funny.)
âshe really hasnât? wow, sheâs determined,â minjeong chuckles.
yizhuo rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to her sketchbook. a few scrawned out designs, nothing much. just to take her mind off this situation for now. the pencil drawings somehow only manages to ensure that her brain constantly thinks about you though. how you encouraged her to enrol in a fashion course and how you were certain that yizhuo would become the biggest designer ever known.
she would giggle at your claims and humour you. now all that was left was your silence.
âwhy would she be determined to ignore me?â yizhuo asks, sighing, âi was upset but now it just seems like she thinks i donât want her to be happy.â
minjeong raises an eyebrow, âwhat did the comments say? did they help?â
yizhuo huffs just thinking about the reddit comments. none of them really helped her to identify her feelings. just stating that she was gay and in love. both wrong!
âthey said iâm in love with y/n and iâm jealous of yunjin,â she answers coolly, trying not to get too worked up over the false accusations.
minjeong winces, âdo you think theyâre right?â
yizhuo furrows her eyebrows.
âno?! iâm not gay!â
âbut do you like y/n?â
âno! sheâs just a very good friend!â
the brunette sighs, âthatâs what they all say.â
âminjeong!â
yizhuo couldnât be in love with you. no way. you were really just a good friend. one of her closest. she adored you greatly and wanted the best for you.
âso why are you so upset?â minjeong asks.
âi donât know! thatâs why iâm asking reddit! but now i just look like an idiot,â yizhuo groans, wanting to pull her hair out of frustration, which truly shows how irritated she was. she would never harm her hair.
âyizhuo, have you ever considered that youâre not as straight as you thought?â
yizhuo turns back to face minjeong, whoâs sitting on her bed. she thinks back to all the times youâve hung out with her. the lingering touches of comfort. the warmth she felt whenever you spoke.
she just wants her friend back. and she doesnât know why sheâs acting so unreasonable. could minjeong have a point? what if yizhuoâŠ
âoh my gosh! iâm jealous since sheâs out and gayââ
minjeong lights up, squealing, âyes!â
âand iâm just a straight girl without any confidence! iâm jealous of her confidence!â
minjeong deflates almost instantly.
yizhuo knows sheâs right, so she immediately hatches a plan to talk to you. one comment said communication was vital in preserving this friendship, so yizhuo jumped into action. she knew you had your shifts at night and yizhuo could catch you off-guard right after. your work usually ended late and yizhuo always dozed off on the couch waiting for you. recently that routine has been broken, of course, but thatâs when youâre most susceptible to vulnerability. yizhuo needed space to be honest and truthful.
thus, she waits patiently in the living room. yizhuoâs not really sure how long your shift lasts but she normally hears your keys jingle at midnight, so maybe then?
she waits an hour. then another. and then another. she spends the time scrolling on instagram, a frown forming on her face when yunjin appears on her feed.
then, finally, she hears the door creaking. jumping up from her lying position, yizhuo sits upright, focused.
âoh,â is your first word to her. not âhiâ, or âhelloâ, just an acknowledgment.
yizhuo blinks at the sight of you in your work attire. but she quickly shoves the thought of how attractive you looked into the back of her mind.
âhey,â she winces at her own unfamiliar tone, âcan we talk?â
you stare at her in shock before reluctantly nodding.
âyeah, sure.â
she pats the space next to her and clears her throat as you sit down.
âi know iâve kind of been a jerk lately especially to you and yunjin, but i just want to say that iâm sorry.â
surprise flickers in your eyes, âoh.â
âi talked to minjeong unnie and it really cleared things up. i realised that i was upset because it felt like we werenât as close as before. knowing that someone like yunjin could come replace me. i was jealous that you had someone while i didnât. it felt like you were moving on without me, so i got a bit angry. iâm really sorry for the way i treated you and yunjin.â
(their first interaction really went poorly. yizhuo had came home, ready for a long movie night, just to find a random girl (well, not really random) sprawled out on her couch.
âiâm home,â yizhuo calls out, carefully approaching the body. long and lanky is the first thing she notices. and the bright red hair. yizhuo dyed her hair red before, it stained her pillowcase cover. she wonders if this girlâs pillowcase covers are stained with red dye too.
âhey, how was your day?â you ask, laying beside the girl, âsorry, this is yunjin. we just finished a gym session together with aeri unnie. minjeong unnie knows her.â
no wonder why you were barely dressed. yizhuo scrunches her nose at the sight of yunjinâs arm wrapped around your bare torso. she nods and asks quietly, âwhy is she here?â
you laugh, âi was bragging about my post-gym lunch and she said she wanted to try.â
yizhuoâs never tried your cooking before. she feels a little out of place now.
âah, okay,â she replies dryly, not bothering to keep her volume down, âis she going to be here all day?â
yunjin wakes up at the commotion, a little disoriented as she shifts.
âoh, shit. sorry, y/nnie,â yunjin yawns, sitting up, âsorry ning, i accidentally fell asleep.â
âitâs yizhuo. only my friends call me ning,â she spits out. you send her a scalding look that makes her want to retract her words, âwhatever. sorry. see you guys later.â
at night, just before you leave for your shift, you reprimand her, saying that she was extremely rude to someone she didnât even know. yizhuo had tuned out most of your scolding, not wanting to hear you defend yunjin.)
âohâŠâ
yizhuo swallows harshly, squeezing her eyes shut, âi just need you to know iâm not praying for your downfall or anything. i want the best for you, especially since you feel like my younger sister.â
as soon as she finishes her little speech, she opens her eyes to your flabbergasted expression. eyebrows furrowed with your mouth agape.
âuhm⊠can you forgive me?â
yizhuo really needs you to forgive her. she doesnât know what she would do if you decided that this was the breaking point for your friendship. she would respect your decision but still, it wouldnât be nice. who would want that? and if you decided to end the friendship, what would happen with the apartment? yizhuo really likes being roommates with you. it would suck to have to find another roommate as meticulous as you.
âwellâ uhm, of course,â you stutter, âi gotta go shower. sorry.â
âoh, okay.â
just as youâre about to get up, yizhuo reaches for your hand, âweâre okay, right?â
she watches your throat bobble before rasping out, âyes. weâre fine.â
wow! yizhuo mentally pats herself on the back.
that was so easy. it felt like a whole weight got lifted off her chest. yizhuo smiles to herself and enters her own room, proud.
(meanwhile, in your own room, you vent to yunjin, bewildered by yizhuoâs obliviousness.
âshe said iâm like a sister! her absolute gall! and she said itâs because sheâs upset she doesnât have someone like me! your whole jealousy tactic didnât do shit!â
âgirl, calm down. i didnât know you liked the dumb ones. who knew she was so stupid?â)
you stare at yizhuo, whoâs trying her best not to show any disdain for the way yunjinâs arm was slung over your shoulder. she must either be extremely self-repressed or just stupid. probably both. unless she didnât actually like you. that thought, you didnât dare to entertain. the once confident and bold girl had turned into this timid and shy kitten.
âtake a shot if youâve kissed someone in this room before!â aeri reads out the card before gulping down her drink. minjeong and jimin do the same and so do a few others. when yunjin shakes you ever so slightly, you take the initiative to swallow down the burning sensation. yizhuoâs glare narrows before she turns away entirely.
subtly grinning at her act of jealousy, you hum happily. thereâs an outcry of people asking who aeri kissed and the attention shifts away. most people in your extended friend group had assumed you and yunjin to be dating. the only people who knew the truth were minjeong and aeri. jimin was kept in the dark since well, truthfully, she couldnât keep a secret from yizhuo.
âtake a shot if you ever kissed someone of the same gender.â
thereâs more people drinking this time. you drink yours after a refill and so does yunjin. your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when yizhuo drinks as well. wasnât she straight?
âwho did you kiss?!â jimin screeches.
yizhuo wipes her lips, glistening with alcohol, âa friend. it was a dare in high school.â
you listen with rapt attention as aeri eggs on, âwas it good? are girls better than guys?â
âwell, it was definitely less sloppy,â yizhuo shrugs, giggling. her blush has worsened under the lighting and you can tell sheâs at least tipsy now. the redness was currently spreading throughout her cheekbones and neck. you would coo at the adorable sight of her pouting and playing with the soju bottle if she wasnât the stupidest girl on earth. you noticed how yizhuo drank every time yunjin squeezed your shoulder or you leaned into her touch. was she seriously still so thick?
âtake a shot if you ever crushed on someone in this room,â aeri groans, downing her glass again. you drink yours and others follow. it wasnât unexpected. you were seventy percent sure that most of the guys had crushed on jimin before, at least for a second. or maybe hanbin. he was cute too. that, you could admit.
âaeri⊠why are all the questions about dating?!â jimin whines, flopping onto the carpeted floor. minjeong winces before exclaiming, âi think sheâs drunk now. letâs call it a night, okay?â
you agree. yizhuo looks seconds away from passing out as well and despite your recent gym endeavours, you do not want to carry a twenty four year old woman back home. yunjin taps your side and slyly tilts her head towards yizhuo, whoâs leaning against the couch.
âgo save your princess, romeo,â she whispers and stands to help minjeong clean up.
after all the bottles had been cleared, you crouched to yizhuoâs eye level, âning, letâs go. itâs time to go home.â
her eyelids flutter open and she blinks at you wearily, âhome?â
you nod, standing to wrap her arm over your shoulder to steady her. finally on her two feet, you bid goodbye to everyone and make your way home, albeit slowly.
every minute or so, yizhuo would jolt and nearly topple over. right as you reach your place, she leans over to the sidewalk drain and gags. you let go instantly and take out your phone to record her. next time she wants to get drunk, youâll just show her the video. let her reflect.
âyizhuo, hurry up, i wanna shower,â you complain, dragging the hem of her shirt.
âo-okayâŠ!â
âuhm, you have to get up.â
yizhuo nods again, wobbling as she stands. you grip her wrist and pull her into the apartment lobby. her body weighs heavily onto yours in the lift and you huff at the stench of alcohol.
âyou smell bad,â you sigh.
âreally?â yizhuo giggles, âyou donât like it?â the elevator dings.
she turns around to rest her head on your shoulder.
âi shouldnât have gotten so drunkâŠâ
âno kidding. câmon you big baby.â
finally, after much effort, you manage to get yizhuo onto the couch. youâre heaving and panting at the end but at least sheâs comfortable.
âplease never get this drunk again,â you groan, flopping onto the couch.
yizhuo moans, ânot my fault.â
âyeah? whoâs fault is it then?â
she flips herself around, facing the ceiling, ây-yours.â
âhow is it my fault?â
âyou and yunjinâŠâ she slurs out and your heart leaps.
âhow is it our fault?â
âyou keep touching each other,â yizhuo inhales sharply before mumbling, âi hate itâŠâ
grinning, you pat her back.
âyeah. itâs my fault. sorry baby.â
âhmfphâŠâ
r/relationships posted by
u/throwawaylizard 4 hours ago.
UPDATE: my (22f) gay roommateâs (21f) dating life makes me feel weird. sheâs one of my best friends but now iâm wondering if i could be homophobic.
hi guys! so i know some of you all have been asking for an update and here it is. thereâs really nothing much that has changed? weâre back to normal, mostly. A doesnât bring Y around as much anymore which honestly, should make me feel guilty but i donât. we had a talk and i think it went rather well. i told her i felt like i was left behind and she forgave me for being so shitty.
it feels like this was just a hurdle in our friendship and weâre closer than ever. sheâs become really touchy with me and i appreciate that things are back to normal. sheâs been initiating talks and hangout sessions which boosts my mood immensely. iâm really happy with the progress we made. weâve even started cooking together and it feels awesome. Y had tasted her cooking before and i didnât. so it felt like this hole in my heart had been patched up. our movie nights have become solely ours and everythingâs great. sheâs the sweetest girl i know and the most caring, so i really do feel happy that i have my best friend and roommate back. our cold war was doing a toll on my mental and physical health but a simple conversation had cleared the air so easily.
sometimes when she brings up Y since she still hangs out with her, i do feel a little upset. she told me they arenât dating, just good friends. but other than that, weâre cool. thanks for all the comments! iâm glad iâm not homophobic :D
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u/imissher | 3h
op you canât be seriousâŠ
u/throwawaylizard | 3h
? whatâs wrong
u/imissher | 2h
it feels as if you havenât really solved this âhomophobiaâ issue. just put it off to the side.
u/throwawaylizard | 2h
IM NOT HOMOPHOBIC đ
u/mingzmingz | 2h
well iâm glad? as long as you guys are happy ig. idk whatâs up with gay people
u/throwawaylizard | 2h
thank you! iâm not gay though.
u/japansfinest | 1h
HOLY SHIT NING
u/throwawaylizard | 1h
OMG DONT DOX ME???
u/japansfinest | 1h
GIRL BE SERIOUS RN đđ
u/1800hotnfun | 1h
i strive to live as blissfully ignorant as you, op
u/throwawaylizard | 1h
not very sure if this is a compliment.
things had reverted back to normal. yizhuo was happy again and it seemed like everything was fine.
so how did she get here?
yizhuo had simply gone out to get groceries for your dinner together and when she arrived home, hands full of plastic bags, she heard the tail of your conversation over the phone.
âi donât think sheâs picking up my hints, yun,â you say in hushed whispers, âmaybe she really is straight. or she just doesnât like me.â
despite yizhuoâs moral compass, she decides to listen in on your conversation. sheâs never heard of you liking someone before, or being so insecure. what girl wouldnât like you back? and you liked a straight girl too?
she canât hear yunjinâs reply but you let out an exasperated sigh, âmaybe she thinks iâm just being a really good friend. i thought she would have already realised i liked her by now. your whole jealousy plan didnât work either. i mean, it did but not really.â
yizhuo slowly twists the door knob before loudly announcing, âiâm home!â
she hopes that by now, you would have ended the call so she wouldnât have to interact with yunjin at all.
âoh,â she catches the anxiety in your voice, âdid you get everything?â
âyup. there was a sale on apples, so i got those too,â yizhuo says, a little too cheerfully, but she wants to cover up any nervousness. as she places the bags on the kitchen counter, you stand up to help unpack everything.
while you start to arrange all the groceries, yizhuo thinks about your words. liking someone. a girl. a straight girl who was potentially oblivious to your advances?
yizhuo scrunches her nose.
soundsâŠ
familiar.
âhey, did you get healthier milk? the one with less sugar added.â
as you twirl around to ask, yizhuoâs heart gets caught in her throat.
she was the straight oblivious girl.
âuhâ yeah. i got both,â she gestures awkwardly to the pile of bags. you nod and go back to sorting everything out. god, she needs a breather. trudging to the couch, she sighs as the softness envelops her. she couldnât wrap her head around thisâ you liked her? potentially? definitely?
yizhuo spends the next few minutes having an existential crisis. she was straight! the straight girl that you liked! and that whole jealousy thing with yunjin! you planned that! she canât believe it. all her nights were spent debating whether she was homophobic or not and it was all a rouse to get her jealous? well, was she jealous? minjeong had seemed intent on getting her to admit that, which she did. but maybe it was because she was jealous of yunjin.
not for taking up your time.
but for being able to touch you and hold you in ways she canât.
holy shit. sheâs not as straight as she once thought.
and she has a huge crush on her roommate.
how could she let reddit comments be right?!
yizhuo stares blankly at the ceiling. you call out from the kitchen, âdo you want white or red wine?â
she stands up from the couch, resolute in her decision now.
no wonder you had looked so offended after she sister zoned you! yizhuo would hate it too if all she was to you was an unnie. she wantedâ no, needed to be your everything.
âyizhuo?â you ask again, examining the two bottles of wine.
yizhuo almost sprints into the kitchen. the sight of you with your hair up, the cute lace white apron wrapped around your waist, and your focused expression. it has her drooling. everything was so domestic.
how hasnât yizhuo noticed this sooner?
âwhite wine please,â she answers when youâre within arms reach.
âare we drinking the whole bottle?â
she stretches out her arms to engulf your body in hers and reads the label on the wine bottle over your shoulder. taking gratification in the way your body shudders, yizhuo hides a pleased smirk.
âhm, should we?â she whispers hotly beside your ear. you shiver before muttering, âmaybe. is tonight a special occasion?â
âi mean, it could be,â yizhuo grins, âyou were promoted recently, right?â
tonight was one of your day-offs, and you came back recently, boasting about the extra time off you got from being promoted. of course that was celebrated with a simple get together with friends. but yizhuo didnât get her own special celebration with you.
âyeah? okay, weâll drink it all then.â
yizhuo smiles into your hair. sheâs never felt happier. knowing that her inner frustrations had been settled finally. you were just trying to get her jealous. a good attempt nonetheless, it worked incredibly well. but now sheâs certain of her own feelings.
âyou smell nice,â she blurts out.
âi used your shampoo. ran out of mine.â
âmhm. smells good.â
yizhuo spots the hint of satisfaction on your face.
âare you complimenting yourself right now?â
âi have really good taste,â she states.
you roll your eyes playfully before detaching her arms but she just slithers them back into place.
âning, i have to cook.â
âhold on,â she mumbles, âi think we can celebrate another thing.â
sensing your confusion, she continues brazenly, âwe can celebrate our first night as a couple, right?â
âwhatââ
âiâm sorry for being so oblivious this whole time. i got so pissy because i was jealous. apparently, iâm not straight. or i just like you, i donât know yet. all i know is that i envision myself by your side,â yizhuo explains, âeverytime you mentioned yunjin i got upset and itâs because i thought you guys were dating. thatâs why i didnât like any of the girls you brought home either. iâm sorry for saying youâre like my sister. i like you a lot. not in a straight girl way.â
she hears you gasp and she canât bring herself to continue without your reaction. yizhuoâs been through so much struggle with coming to terms with her identity and feelings and now she wants to get it all out.
âare you serious?â you ask without facing her. she chuckles at the redness at the tips of your ears.
âyeah. sorry for being a jerk. it was because i like you.â
âning yizhuoâ i⊠wait, let go of me for a minute. i wanna look at you.â
reluctantly, she does so.
you look so pretty under the kitchen light, yizhuo thinks.
âuhm, where do i even start?â you chuckle awkwardly, âi really thought you were into me when we first met and when you said you were straight⊠i think my heart died a little! but itâs okay, since youâve been such a great friend to me. i must admit that yunjin did volunteer to be my plot device to make you jealous. i was hurt when you were being rude, so iâm happy you apologised. i like you too. a lot.â
yizhuo grins, heart beating wildly against her chest.
âcan you say that again?â
âi like you a lot, yizhuo. canât believe you called me a sister though.â
âi said i was sorry!â
r/relationships posted by
u/throwawaylizard 7 hours ago.
LAST UPDATE: my (22f) gay roommateâs (21f) dating life makes me feel weird. sheâs one of my best friends but now iâm wondering if i could be homophobic.
hello! iâm glad to announce that this situation has finally been settled with a happy ending. i would like to give you guys a proper explanation and ending for all the help you provided.
first of all, yes, iâm not straight. or maybe i just like A. i havenât explored that part yet but also, iâm in love with my roommate. i was jealous of all the girls she brought over and i wanted to be the one holding her and making her laugh.
second of all, you guys were right. she was using Y to make me jealous and it worked. so maybe sheâs the real mastermind.
and lastly, weâre finally dating. weâve been taking things slow for now since this is all new to me but A has been incredibly sweet and supportive (as she always is). itâs just a new experience but iâm willing to do anything as long as A is by my side.
thank you all for the help and comments!
it turns out i donât have any problems with A kissing girls if itâs me sheâs kissing.
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CASUAL | danielle marsh.
â "is it casual now?"
6thmember!reader, situationship/fwb but nothing sexual, angst, fluff at the end i promise, dani swears, reader is a (closeted) lesbian, reader is horrible at reading people, written in 2nd person, they work it out on the remix
warnings : A LOT of internalized homophobia !! reader refers to herself multiple times as a predator but it's just from fear and insecurity, nothing actually predatory is happening in the story. extremely brief mentions of starvation
wc: 5.4k words
inspired by: Casual â Chappell Roan
you and danielle marsh are friends. more than co-workers, you're friends. although you don't have that much in common except for your age, it was easy to adapt to the harsh environment of the k-pop industry's training system with someone like danielle by your side.
she's always been a ray of sunshine in everyone's lives, you're not the exception. if you were in a bad mood, tired from waking up in the early morning everyday, worked to the point of exhaustion, danielle would be there rubbing your shoulders and saying something sweet like
"you're doing great, y/n! keep up!"
and then you'd smile at her, and she'd smile back, and you'd feel so much better, thanks to danielle.
you didn't have many interests in common. music taste, fashion sense, movie picks, food preferences, personality types, if anything you were almost her complete opposite. and yet, she sat in your bed every night while you scrolled on your phone, talking for hours until it the clock hits midnight and she goes back to her room.
danielle did most of the talking, and you carefully listened to everything she said. the enthusiasm in which she enunciated all her words was endearing to listen to, and it couldn't not bring a smile out of you. the girl never forgot to give you your chance to speak too, trying to get to know you better everyday.
there was one thing she could not know, however. that you're a lesbian.
if it was hard enough being gay in korea, it was ten times harder when you were about to debut in a girl group, in one of the biggest companies in the industry at the moment nonetheless.
there were times where the members would all gather and have girl talks, talking about things like movies, celebrity crushes, past boyfriends and all that stuff, and you felt left out every single time.
sometimes it's more a curse than a blessing that danielle notices everything, because when she asks, "who's your celebrity crush, y/n?", "what do you look for in a boy, y/n?", "have you ever had a boyfriend, y/n?", you never know how you're supposed to respond.
it wasn't safe. it'll never be safe.
you've known the girls for almost a year and there has never been an indication of the way they felt about the LGBTQ+ community. hanni was your safest bet, she seemed the most open minded, but then again you can never be sure.
they were all so painfully straight.
so you try your best to answer vaguely,
"i don't know.", "i'm not sure, i don't really think about that." they complain a little about your mysteriousness, but it doesn't take long for them to let it go and move on.
you don't know how long you have to keep pretending you're not sure. you are sure.
you like girls.
you don't want to keep pretending you don't. but how would they feel?.
they'd feel unsafe, uncomfortable, scared, exposed to a threat, a possibility of being prey to a predator, a little voice in your head tells you.
but you're not. you're not a predator. they know you're not a predator. you'd never do anything to hurt them, or make them uncomfortable.
so you keep pretending. but the shell is starting to crack, and a knot in your throat gets tighter everytime you hear your members ask "is he your type?".
your debut is only a couple months away. you pray to god hanni has noticed by now. she's your roommate after all.
you start playing some specific songs without your headphones in hopes she walks by or enters the room and notices. you hope she's the one that asks. but she doesn't, she never mentions the songs, ever.
so you move on to movies and shows.
when she catches you watching heartbreak high in the living room TV, she only says "oh they're aussies, right?"
when she sees you watching heartstopper on your phone while eating dinner she just says, "kit connor is soooo handsome."
she doesn't mention it when she goes into your room and you're playing but i'm a cheerleader on your laptop. but hanni has caught on.
and the next time she goes into your shared room, she closes the door behind her. you're in your bed, and you're staring at each other, both of your eyes shine with nervousness.
"can i ask you something?" she says from the door, so shakily you start fearing she's not going to take it like you wish she would.
"sure." you didn't mean for your voice to come out as quiet as it did.
it's a nerve-wracking couple of seconds watching hanni take a seat in her own bed and face you. she takes a big breath before asking, "do you- no, sorry. are you... gay?"
yes, yes, yes. i am a lesbian. i like girls. you want to scream, but the realization of reality strangles you and your throat feels so tight, and you can't say anything.
"it's not like there's anything wrong about it, i'm just... asking." she tries. you can tell she's trying. it's sweet that she's trying.
"yes." it's a struggle to get it out, and your heart starts racing, but just being able to feels like such a relief that you might start crying. but then fear washes down on you again when you can't read hanni, at all.
"i'm really sorry, hanni. i promise i'm not weird or predatory or anything, i would never try to make you uncomfortable and i'm sorry if i ever did. i promise i don't like you like that, not that you're not attractive or anything, that's not what i mean at all. i just- i would never like you like that, you're like my sister and i promise that i'm still the same y/n you met, i really hope this doesn't change anything in our-" she cuts off your rambled apology-slash-explanation with a hug.
"it doesn't. i promise." it hits you now, just now, that hanni knows. she knows.
"please don't tell the others." you're choked up, and that's the only thing you could say before the tears in your eyes caught up. i don't know how they'll take it, you want to say, but the only thing that comes out is a broken sob.
"i won't. it's okay, y/n."
you've grown closer to hanni than you'd ever thought you would. you spend your nights in your room talking and laughing and watching funny videos you send each other.
it's been a few months since you've debuted and you couldn't be happier. you had someone to rely on, someone who knows all your secrets and can trust her with them, and vice versa.
your career has skyrocketed and your popularity is through the roof, and although there are always negative consequences that come with that fame, it's been mostly great on your end.
danielle doesn't really hang out in your room to talk anymore. if you're honest, you kind of miss it, but she surely has her reasons, and you don't think too much about it.
you're currently in one of the vocal practice rooms at HYBE, setting up your phone to do a phoning live. you'd just finish your vocal practice and you had asked for permission beforehand.
after a few minutes of talking with your fans, recommending movies and talking about food, you hear a knock on your door. quite strange.
"yeah? who is it?" you yell loud enough to no cause any ruckus. the door slightly opens and a face peeks inside, "it's me!" danielle's signature smile shining brightly at you, "i saw you were live and wanted to come hang out."
you didn't even need to tell her anything before she was coming right inside the room to grab a chair and sit beside you. "well, come hang out then!" you face your screen to see danielle struggling to bring the chair closer to you, and you chuckle a bit. "dani's here, guys!"
danielle has always been very touchy; with everyone, that is. today was not the exception, resting her head on your shoulder, holding your hand and locking your fingers together, nuzzling her face in your neck, it's all things you're already used to.
it's never been more than just friendly showcases of affection, to you, at least. and you've also never been irritated by it, but there's some guilt you try to suppress.
you don't want to push her away, you're not uncomfortable with her actions, what is uncomfortable is her potentially finding out your sexuality and thinking you let her shower you with affection for your own amusement. you fear it. but you don't want to think about that right now.
you think about it again, however, when you go back home and open social media only to see videos and threads with thousands of likes and views compiling every sweet moment of affection that happened just mere hours ago.
there's a pang in your chest when you see the tens of delusional comments talking of how much they'd like to see you and your friend as a couple. it feels like you're being strangled, and you suddenly feel unwell, so you close the app and turn off your phone.
"i should watch a movie."
you fully believe your debut was your prime. everyday gets harder, scandal after scandal, comeback after comeback, day after day. you work really hard, your members know, your fans know. but it never looks like it's going to get easier.
you win awards, win some more, get another important deal, shoot another session, write another song, the cycle repeats although not in the same order. like a fucked up loop. you're so fucking tired.
you wonder how hyein is holding up. you care a lot for her, like your little sister. she seems okay, eating a bowl of yogurt and fruits in the living room with haerin and hanni. are you the only one having a hard time?
you need to relieve your stress, and there's really no other option other than going to the gym to work out. so you go back to your room to lazily change into your practice clothes and grab your backpack, "i'm going to the gym." you try your best to sound at least a little enthusiastic as you walk behind the living room couch.
"when are you coming back?" you hear danielle ask from the kitchen, a twinge of concern in her voice. "it might start raining soon."
"i won't take long. if i see it starts to get cloudy i'll get going." you try to put her worries at ease. your gym doesn't have windows, though.
you shouldn't have gone. you're not even supposed to go anyway. it's raining hard, and it might start storming soon. but your manager can't know you're here. one of the many downsides of being in a group with four minors and two barely-adults, you can't call any of them to pick you up. so fuck it, you're taking the public transportation.
kind of extremely risky considering you are literally in newjeans, but okay. what else is there to do? what you failed to consider is the only bus stop being about five blocks away. and the bus doesn't drop you off even remotely close to the dorms. so you're gonna be running in the rain and, fuck it again, you do just that.
the first five blocks to the bus stop weren't that bad, you didn't get soaked like you imagined, blocking most raindrops with your backpack over your head. you really should've just brought an umbrella, though.
good thing you brought a mask, at least. nobody seemed to recognize you on the bus. you take a seat as close as possible to the exit and take out your phone to hurriedly text the group chat.
i got a bit caught up, im omw
domt worry 2 much
ill b there soon :))
minji responds with a thumbs up, hanni leaves an "idiot" that gets a like reaction by haerin. you see danielle write and then stop writing about 3 times, but she ends up not sending anything at all, so you just turn off your phone and look outside for your stop.
it only takes a couple minutes of waiting to see the silhouette of your dorm building. you get off your seat and wait for the bus to halt at the next stop to get off. it's raining a bit harder, but there's nothing you can do except wing it.
and when you get off, you immediately put your backpack on top of your head and start running as fast as you could towards your dorm. you get some looks, but no one can possibly be able to recognize you, not at the speed you're going.
after a few minutes, your legs start getting tired not only from running, but all the exercise you did hours earlier. another thing you failed to consider in this mediocre, careless plan.
but you're almost there. and you're almost not soaked.
by the time you reach your building the only thing about you that isn't wet is your scalp. you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, it's probably one of your members, but you're almost there, you can't pick up.
you enter the gates of the apartment, and you're probably going to make a mess on the floor on the elevator, but your legs can't take it anymore, and you thank any god that hears your prayers when the elevator doors open and it's empty. you can't take more embarrassment right now.
the doors open once again and you try not to make much noise as you run towards your dorm. someone inside must've heard you fumbling with your keys because as soon as you find the right one the door is already open, a concerned danielle with a just as worried minji behind her. you smile at the sight of them. "hello!"
"get your ass inside!" you hear hanni shout from the couch.
you're drying your hair in your room after taking a shower and explaining the situation to your group members. just as you're about to turn on your phone to see what time it is you hear a knock on your door, "can i come in?" it's danielle.
"yup. come on in!" you answer a lot more energized than a couple hours before. danielle's not wearing her usual bright smile, but rather a more worried expression. "y/n, can we talk?"
you're confused. you've never heard or seen her like this before. she's obviously been worried before, she cares about you just as much as the others, but this time it's different. "yeah, what's up?" you try your best to respond calmly and tap a stop in the bed beside yourself, which danielle gladly takes.
"are you okay?" she asks as she settles down at your side. what?
"what do you mean?" you don't notice it but you start fidgeting with your own fingers. danielle notices.
"it's just," she tries looking somewhere else, but she can't help the need of looking into your eyes all the time, looking for some sort of sign, some crack, "i can tell you're stressed. you're tired and... if you need to talk i just want you to know that i'm here." her eyes are dripping honey and her hand is so warm when she grabs yours.
you show her a sluggish smile, "thanks, dani. i appreciate that." when you look back, her face is already finding it's way to the crook of your neck. "i'm just a little tired of everything. it really feels like i'm doing the same things all over again. i know we've achieved a lot as a group but i feel like i have nothing going on for myself." you sigh, danielle says nothing, urging you to continue.
"all the songs i pitch get turned down, my other drafts feel too personal to release as a group song. every song i write with the group in mind feels, i don't know, empty?"
your eyes unfocus as a wave of emptiness washes over you and the only thing you feel is a water droplet from your bangs fall and travel down your temples. and also the warmth shared by danielle's hand in yours.
"i just feel like nothing's going on in my life." you feel danielle's head leave your shoulder and you turn to look at each other at the same time, "i think i know how you feel." she says with the sweetest eyes ever.
"thanks for listening, dani." you smile at her, but it feels so strange when she doesn't smile back. she just stares, right through you. her eyes are so pretty; you've always known but this is the first time you've looked at them directly for so long (there's really nothing else for you to look at when she's so close to your face).
oh, yeah. in a sudden moment you were inches apart. you don't remember moving so it must've been danielle.
you don't really understand what's going on. maybe this is an eye contact battle and you're not supposed to blink. and you think for a moment you had it easy because suddenly danielle's pretty eyes are nowhere to be found and you're staring at her eyelids and long eyelashes instead.
before your brain even thinks of giving you the chance to mutter "i win!" in a silly manner, you feel your own lips getting shut. covered, enveloped by another set of softness.
oh. this is not what you expected at all.
what are you even supposed to do right now? well, pull away, obviously. but that could could give danielle the impression that you hate everything about this and, really, that's not true at all. it's good. well, not good, but- danielle is not horrible at kissing.
what even is happening, anyway? i mean, you're kissing. but what else? nothing feels like it's moving; it feels like time's stopped. there also hasn't been anything that has lead up to this happening.
so you're just left there, paralyzed, in shock, waiting until danielle pulls away. just waiting until she's done with you. until she's satisfied.
and it's until danielle notices that you're not moving that she realizes what she's done. she pulls away, shaken and distraught.
"y/n, i am so sorry. i don't know what came over me, i am so so so sorry. i really didn't mean to do that. please forgive me, y/n, i am really so sorry." at this point, danielle's voice starts to break. "i don't know why i did that, it's just, i don't know, you just looked good a-and we were just close and-"
"it's okay, dani. i know."
"no, y/n, i really am sorry. i-"
"dani, i swear it's fine." you grab her shoulder to reassure her, but is anything really fine right now? "i..." you don't really know what to say next. "i don't, like, hate you or anything. i understand things like that happen. i'm not mad at you."
"really?" you've never seen her tear up so fast. you definitely didn't expect her to tear up at this. but you know the feeling of guilt so well you can't help but feel sympathy for her. "are you sure? i promise it won't happen again."
"i'm sure, dani. you could never do anything to make me hate you."
you smile at her, she sniffles. it's the last thing you hear before you hear the sound of her wristwatch's seconds ticking. you don't really know what's going through her head. you count about 34 ticks.
"did you hate it?" her voice isn't weak, but it is lower than you normally expect it to be.
you're stunned, but the way she looks at you so earnestly, with a hint of nervousness in her eyes forces you to answer within seconds, "n-no! dani, i didn't... hate it. it was just unexpected. i didn't really process it at first." it's the truth, but it feels so gut-wrenching to say.
another 20 ticks of quiet.
"can i do it again?"
hello? hello? what is going on? hello?
"i-i mean, if you want to." it sounds more like a question than a proper answer. and danielle takes it anyway.
you don't have any romantic feelings for danielle, that's for sure. she's said she doesn't have any feelings for you either. that's established. and yet when hanni is too caught up watching movies in the living room with minji and hyein, danielle is always there, sitting in your bed.
sometime's it's just little pecks while you cuddle and watch something she doesn't care much about. sometime's she's on the verge of kissing the living shit out of you.
it's never more than that. none of you let it be more than that. it's more than okay.
it's comfortable. it's casual.
and yet, every time it happens, you feel guilt eat at your stomach.
because danielle doesn't know. and she can't know.
it's not like this was your idea in the first place, it was danielle's. but the fact that you let her do it anyway could be predatory enough for her to feel unsafe if she ever did find out. even if she's the one who caused this all.
and never once do you think about yourself while it happens. it's not a moment for you, it's a moment for danielle to take. and you're okay with that. as long as she's okay with it.
you're okay with many things just because danielle is okay with them.
if danielle wants to watch a romcom, you watch a romcom. if danielle wants to eat plain yogurt, you eat plain yogurt. if danielle wants to kiss you, you let her kiss you.
it's not that big of a deal if there are no feelings involved. it's just a matter of believing that that's actually true.
you let her do whatever she wants because you're scared to do the taking. because taking feels like stealing, and doing feels like attacking. and you're so scared to hurt danielle that you forget you can also hurt yourself.
but if it's so casual, why doesn't she let go of your hand? why does she call you pretty everyday? why does she look at you with those pretty eyes like you're her whole world?
was the "i love you" she said yesterday something she meant as platonic love? is there such a thing as casual love?
was it just the sound of the raindrops on your window that made you hallucinate the sound of a love confession?
you don't eat anything for the rest of the day.
minji and hyein are visiting their parents. hanni and haerin are out of the country. and you're in the dorm kitchen trying to figure out how blurred the lines are while you mix the milk into your tea.
you feel your heart drop when you hear the sound of footsteps of the line-blurrer herself over the sounds of light rain. it hasn't stopped since the day before.
you don't want to feel anything right now, you don't want to hear anything right now.
she wraps her arms around your waist and says, "good morning." with that big bright smile on her face. at one point it started hurting when she did, but you don't remember when.
she smells like the candles you burnt in your room two days after hanni left. you were trying to get rid of danielle's scent from your room, but you couldn't tell her that, so you just said you were trying something new.
danielle notices you say nothing back, and your eyes are nowhere in particular. "watchu thinkin' about?" her always cheery tone gets you out of your trance, and she notices when you stop stirring the spoon in your cup. you're still silent for a bit, but she lets you take your time.
"i don't think we should do this anymore, danielle."
you tense up when her arms leave your waist, but it feels oddly freeing. you don't turn back to face her.
"what do you mean?"
"are we still casual?"
there's disbelief in danielle's voice when she speaks, "what are you talking about? of course we are!" but she sounds dishonest, in a way.
"really?" that's when you turn around, her eyes are wide and her cheeks are quite flushed but nothing about her seems guilty at all, "because saying "i love you" doesn't seem quite casual to me."
she scoffs, "y/n, i tell all my friends i love them. it's a normal thing!"
"i'd agree with you if we weren't kissing on the low. it's a little too much on top of that."
"i don't know what you think casual means but-"
"what i mean is we should stop before the lines start to blur, that's if they haven't already." you don't want to yell at her. you hope she understands before you have to raise your voice. "we are public figures, famous figures. if this goes wrong we can't go back and that could potentially ruin everything, not only for us but for our group."
"well, it can't go wrong if there's no feelings involved, can it?" danielle is usually playfully sassy, but she's never responded to you like this before.
"we're human, danielle. feelings can't be stopped." you're not too good at reading people, but you can see something has clicked in danielle's brain.
"what i'm getting is that you developed feelings for me while we were casual, is that right?" she seems so sure and confident that it annoys you. it frustrates you. and you want to cry.
"no, that's not what i said. but i am scared of it happening, and i want this to stop before it has the chance to."
"well, you should've thought of that before you said yes." you never really did.
"why are you upset, anyways?"
"b-because!" her voice gets louder, "i just wanted this to be casual, and now your telling me you're scared of catching feelings, it's just weird. that's all."
you sigh, "listen, i don't want this to end on a bad note. i just-"
"well, i don't want this to end at all!"
it takes you a minute to believe what you're hearing.
"a-are you hearing yourself?" it's shocking, it really is, "this is crazy, why are you being so selfish right now?"
"because it feels good! okay?!" danielle has completely let go of the loose strings of morality she was holding on to, "it fucking feels good, a-and you make me feel good. i like it when we kiss, and i like it when we cuddle and, and, i just like it, okay?!" that's the first time you've heard danielle curse in your entire life.
"okay, well, i'm glad you did. but i don't. i don't feel good at all." it's so scary and risky because you're two seconds away from telling her the truth, and this could potentially damage both your careers irreversibly, but you can't think of any lie or excuse that is true enough to keep hiding it.
"i drown in guilt every time we kiss and i feel like i'm choking when you look at me these days."
you've never seen her look so confused, like she really doesn't understand you. because she never had to.
"why?"
"i am a lesbian, danielle." you can't shatter, not now. "and it kills me because you'll never understand how hard it is to hide like this for so long. and yes, we hide this casual thing from our members, but after this is over you don't have to hide anything at all and i still have to hide everything."
she says nothing. her eyes soften, but you can't read them. not like you ever could.
"i didn't catch feelings for you, but i could, and you're not helping out. and you don't have to worry about that. you don't have to worry about your members being disgusted at you for something you can't change. you don't have to pretend. you don't have to be scared that you're making someone uncomfortable by simply existing beside them. i had to pretend i didn't care when you kissed me, i had to pretend to be okay when you kissed me again. i've been pretending to be okay with so much i don't know what being okay is anymore."
danielle still says nothing.
"but that's all gone to shit now, hasn't it?" your voice can't break now, but it does anyway, even when your not done speaking. "i can't be okay with everything. i can't be casual about everything, danielle. not anymore." there's a hot tear running down your cheek, but you try to hold yourself together.
"i never want to hurt you, ever, danielle. but i am seriously hurting myself. i am eating myself from inside out. there's nothing casual about that."
"i think i might be in love with you." is the first thing she says in minutes. and that's when you shatter completely. you turn around to leave your mug of now cold tea on the counter and you rest your elbows on it to hide your face in your hands.
"do you think that helps?" you're sobbing.
"i'm sorry. i know it doesn't. i just had a moment of realization and i think that's why i was so upset. i didn't want you to end this because i was in love with you since the start and didn't realize."
"this is fucking crazy." it really is, that's why you can't hold down the laugh of complete astonishment that leaves your lips. "do you realize how crazy this is? i just came out to you and you're- i don't even want to think about this."
"i'm really sorry, y/n." it's the first time you see guilt in danielle's face in a long time. "i really am. i really didn't know, i- i didn't know anything at all."
"you were upset of me potentially having feelings for you when it was you the whole time, huh?" this is no time or place to make jokes, you're literally crying as you speak. but this is hilarious. danielle seems to think so too given she also laughs.
"i don't know what i was thinking." she says, hiding her face in her palm in embarrassment.
"i wish i knew too." you say, "i never do."
"so what now? i mean, you clearly don't like me back." you don't understand how danielle does it. she never looks away, she faces the truth, something you're unable to do easily.
"that's a good question, i actually never thought about that." i mean, you thought the possibility of danielle ever liking a woman, let alone you, was at a mere 0.1%, can you blame yourself for not thinking of a solution to this?
"i mean, you did say you could."
"selfish asshole." you mutter to yourself, but danielle hears it anyways. "hey!"
"i'm crying right in front of you out of fear and frustration, have some respect, dude."
"i would say it wouldn't hurt to try but it clearly does so i don't know what you want to do." wow, danielle really could never do anything to make you hate her. nothing at all. "i don't mind being the selfless one this time."
"cheesy." she's always been like that, you can't say you hate it. "i'll reheat my tea and think about it."
danielle waits for you. maybe it wouldn't be so bad to risk falling in love with her too. you've risked it once.
the microwave beeps and you take your mug out. it's hot again. you turn to face danielle and she's still there, hasn't moved an inch. "i'm willing to give it a try. but nothing casual."
she shines you the widest grin you've ever seen from her. "nothing was ever casual, i fear."
"i still can't believe you cursed." you say as you walk past her to go to your room (that probably smells like danielle's perfume again).
"i did?!" she trails behind you. you nod. "i almost jumped."
"hey, am i the first one to know?"
"what, that i'm a lesbian?" she nods, now beside you. you shake your head after a sip of your tea.
"hanni knew."
"i'm not even the first? fuck..." is she doing this on purpose... she has to be, right?
"dude? hello?"
"don't dude me, i'm your future girlfriend." she hits your arm as you walk into your room. you don't know what you're gonna say to hanni when she comes back.
"confident much? shut up and pick a movie to watch." you'll figure it out later.
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in which after many of your protests, your friends manage to convince you to go to your school prom, reminding you you don't need a date to have fun, and you even believe them for a second â until you are left alone at your table, with no one to talk to. Fortunately, your close friend shows up right in time to show you prom can be funny after all.
wc 2.8k
warnings none (me thinks) except for kissing
âȘ izzy adds... I wrote this a year ago on my wattpad account but thought it would be nice to bring some riki fluff on my tumblr too :)) This is only vaguely proofread!
âI donât want to go,â you whined, grabbing a hair tie from your table before turning to face the group of girls sprawled on your bed again. âI am serious. First of all, I donât have anyone to go with, and second of all, I donât have a dress either,â you explained your reasons when you notice the looks on your friendsâ faces.Â
âBut you have to go! Prom is so much fun!â One of the girls exclaimed, ready to argue with you. âIt might have been fun if someone asked me to be their prom date,â you mumble, sighing. âOr if you guys were still in school. I donât want to go alone!â You complained.Â
Honestly, you didnât care much about not being asked out for prom. What bothered you more was that none of your friends would be there with you. You were the youngest in your friend group, and with all the girls being a grade above you, it meant there was no one you could talk to.Â
âPeople are blind. I donât get why no one asked you out.âÂ
âItâs whatever. I am not going anyway,â you repeated, sitting on your bed between the two eldest. âEverything got far worse after you left. The girls in my class keep laughing at anyone who breathes. I donât need them making fun of me because I donât have a date.âÂ
âYou donât need a date! You can go alone and dance with whoever you want! I swear prom is super fun!â Your friend kept trying to convince you. âAnd I already finished your dress,â your best friend joined the conversation, making all of you look at her. âWhat? Really?â Your eyes widened.Â
She had decided to study fashion design after finishing high school, and she had been promising you she would make a dress for you since the first semester started, but you knew she was busy, so you never paid much attention to it, thinking she wouldnât have time for it.Â
âWhy havenât you shown us earlier?!âÂ
Your best friend unlocked her phone, scrolling through her gallery to find a picture. âI thought I told you about it before. And I wanted to bring it tomorrow to see if it needs fixing,â she shrugged. âHere it is,â she turned her phone towards you so you could see first, showing it to the rest of the group afterward.Â
It was a long midnight blue v-neck piece with a fitted bodice and a sweeping skirt, and you absolutely loved it. Even though you always preferred pants and shorts over a dress or skirt, you could see how much work she had put into making it for you. Seeing the dress made you feel a sudden wave of excitement. You wanted to wear it as soon as possible.Â
âYou are so good!â The oldest gasped. âItâs nothing,â your best friend chuckled, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. You knew she was proud of her work, too. âIt really does look gorgeous, though,â you assured her, still in awe.Â
âWell, now you just have to go.â You sighed, âAlright, Iâll go, but you guys have to promise weâll get an ice cream and sleep over at mine after it.â The girls grinned, agreeing immediately.Â
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You looked into the mirror again, fixing your hair with a smile. Even though you didnât feel super excited to go out alone, you must admit, you felt pretty tonight. The dress your best friend designed fit you perfectly, and once you put your hair up and let her do your makeup, you found yourself looking forward to the dance more.Â
âYou look stunning,â your best friend assured you, her smile so genuine she might also make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. âShould we go?â She asked, offering you her arm. You giggled, wrapping your hand around her arm and leaving your room with her.Â
âNo boy will be able to resist you tonight.â You couldnât hide your smile as you heard your best friend, your confidence slowly building up. You nodded, following her to her car.Â
Your confidence, however, dropped down again as you ended up alone at your table, staying the only one not dancing.Â
You ended up sitting at a table in the far corner with a few of your classmates, looking around the place as soon as you sat down. You must say, they did a great job with the decoration. âI am going to get something to drink. Do you guys want anything?â One of the girls asked, putting her handbag on her chair and looking around the table. One of her friends stood up, too, saying she would go with her when their other friends asked for drinks.
You just watched them, not saying anything. They werenât your friends. Honestly, you barely knew them, so you didn't want to bother them with getting you a drink. It felt awkward sitting there with them, but there was nothing you could do. It wasn't like it would feel any less uncomfortable at the other tables.Â
Half an hour later, the dance floor was already occupied, with almost no space for any more pairs. You saw a few of your classmates here and there dancing or sitting at their tables and talking to their friends, but you didn't dare to walk up to any of them.Â
So you ended up sitting alone at your table, watching everyone else enjoy themself while you had nothing to do. You knew you shouldn't expect much when you didn't have a date, but you got your hopes up when you talked to your best friend, and now it made you regret coming here after all.Â
You shifted in your place, staring at the almost empty glass of coke you got earlier. Playing with your straw, your thoughts drifted away to your friends again. To your actual friends, not just your classmates. You remembered how your best friend would laugh at the stupidest things whenever she was around you and how the eldest in your friend group would always talk about her boyfriend, to the point it annoyed all of you.Â
You sighed, closing your eyes for a quick second so tears wouldn't fall down your cheeks. You just wanted to be with them.
âHow come you are here alone?â You opened your eyes upon hearing the familiar voice, quickly blinking to make all the possible tears disappear before they could even show up. âI thought I was too late,â he mumbled so quietly you almost didnât hear him. Almost.Â
âItâs weird that none of the guys here asked you for a dance yet. They are missing out,â he grinned, sitting on a chair beside you. âHow long did it take you to learn those lines, Riki? Do you go around asking every girl?â You teased him but couldnât hide a smile.Â
You watched him, taking a proper look at what he was wearing. All the boys had a specific dress code: formal pants and a button-down. A vest or a suit jacket were optional, so most of them werenât wearing them. But he was. He had a black vest on his white button-down, and you could swear he looked better than ever before. It was somehow attractive seeing a man wear a vest even though he didn't have to.
You knew he was attractive. You would be a fool to deny it when all the girls in your grade and the grade under you had a crush on him at one point. But still, it felt as if your eyes had opened only now.Â
âNow seriously. Why did you reject everyone? I thought you wanted to dance tonight,â he questioned, looking around the place. You shrugged, looking the same way he was, âNo one asked me yet. I didnât get the chance to reject anyone.âÂ
You had met Nishimura Riki last year for the first time. You were running through the school hallway late in the afternoon, being one of the last students still in school. Lessons ended more than an hour ago and you had lost track of time while studying in the school library. It was a pure fate that the two of you met, really. You werenât planning on stopping. If anything, you almost sped up to get out of school as soon as possible to catch your bus, but you ended up slowing down instead when you heard your favorite song coming from one of the classrooms.Â
You glanced inside, wondering who was stupid enough like you to be still hanging out in school at this hour. That was when you saw him dancing in the middle of an empty classroom to your favorite song. Back then, he obviously had no idea it was your favorite song, and you had no idea it was one of his, too.Â
He noticed you standing at the door and froze, a sudden wave of embarrassment brushing over him. He turned the music off immediately, watching you apologize for interrupting. You felt as embarrassed as he did but didnât move right away. You lingered in the silence, keeping eye contact with him until you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. You apologized again, running off before he could say anything. It was a chaotic first meeting, but you still managed to get stuck in his head.Â
You didnât have a proper conversation with him that day or any of the days prior, but you started greeting each other in the hallways since then, exchanging small smiles or glances from across the room.Â
It went like so for weeks, with neither of you walking up to each other to actually say something. You didnât know his name, and you assumed he didnât know yours either, but you still found yourself looking forward to seeing him between your classes.Â
And not so long after, when your best friend wanted to introduce you to her boyfriendâs friends, you finally got to hear his name. You stuck together with Riki most of the afternoon, only exchanging a few words with his other friends. It was Riki who your eyes landed on, unable to look away as you found yourself getting lost in your conversation.Â
You considered him your close friend since.Â
Riki looked back at you, confused if you were telling the truth or joking. âNo one asked you for a dance?â You shook your head at his question, looking down at your glass again. âI swear everyone is blind,â he shook his head in disappointment. âYou look amazing today,â he assured you. âYou look amazing all the time, actually,â he mumbled, making your cheeks turn pink. âThank you,â you muttered shyly.Â
He hesitated for a second, encouraging himself before he stood up. âDo you want to dance?â Your name rolled on his tongue so easily, as if he had said it a million times before. You smiled, looking up at him again. His hand was reached towards you, and he averted eye contact. For the first time in the year you knew him, you saw him without his usual confidence, and it might have been making you more nervous than him. Everything about him tonight made you nervous. The way he stood, talked, and dressed. It all made you weak in the knees.Â
You carefully took his hand, already worried your hand was sweating. He looked you in the eyes again, holding your hand properly as he took you from the table. The current song was ending, but he still had the next one and hopefully a few songs after that, too.Â
Riki awkwardly waited for the song to end before looking at you again as he heard the last line. âWe are going to kill the next song,â he proclaimed, making you giggle.Â
âHow about something slower for our pairs this time?â His eyes widened, terrified, as he looked at the DJ. Everyone cheered for him, but Riki couldnât. Not when he wasnât sure what you would think about dancing with him to a slow song.Â
He glanced your way again, his eyes scanning your face and trying to see if you were still up for a dance. You looked him in the eyes, trying to figure out the same thing. Eventually, you decided to take the first step and put your hands on his shoulders. He stepped forward, making it easier for you to reach him before he placed his hands on your waist, a sheepish smile on his lips as he looked at you with nothing but love.Â
It wasnât a secret to many â actually, he was pretty sure everyone except for you knew â that he had a crush on you for as long as he could remember. Since he saw you in the hallway, with your hair tucked behind your ear, he couldnât stop thinking about you, and it has been getting worse and worse ever since. And seeing you so close now, trying to keep eye contact with him even though your cheeks were getting hotter the more you looked at him, only made him love you more.Â
âWe canât really kill this dance,â you mumbled with a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere so it wouldn't get awkward. He chuckled, nodding before he leaned down to you, stopping once his lips reached your ear. âBut we can be the best-looking pair.â His words sent shivers down your spine, making your cheeks turn redder than ever before. You stepped closer again, laying your head on his chest so you wouldn't need to look him in the eyes.Â
You nodded, slightly squeezing his shoulders. âThank you,â you mumbled. âFor dancing with me tonight.â You looked up for a second, assuring yourself he heard you. You had underestimated his visuals, you realized. Now that you were standing so close to him, your bodies touching, seeing him bite his bottom lip at what you said in the purple lighting above the dance floor has made you go crazy.Â
You felt girls looking at you, trying to murder you with their stares, but you didnât mind. You couldnât even think about them when you had a handsome boy right in front of you. Especially when you knew his eyes were on you only.Â
Your eyes widened in question when you heard your name leave his lips, questioning what he needed. He hesitated for a moment before moving his right hand from your waist to your face, lifting your chin with his thumb and index finger. You were too pretty for him to be able to think straight, no matter how much he tried. âPlease donât kick me for this,â he whispered, leaning down again, this time connecting his lips with yours.Â
You moved your hand to the back of his neck when you felt his lips on your, pulling him closer to yourself. You were both aware of people staring your way, whispering about god knows what, but you couldnât care less. This was your moment.Â
Riki grabbed your hand again, exchanging one look with you before he took you from the dance floor, rushing to the main hall outside where you all left your jackets before. You didnât question anything and followed him, keeping your eyes on your intertwined hands. âMy things are still in there,â you reminded him, having no idea where he was heading. He didn't answer anything, though, not looking back for even a split second.Â
As he stopped in the middle of the hallway, finally looking at you again, you realized he was looking for a quieter place without so many people around. Honestly, you didnât care where you were. He could take you anywhere, and you would go with him. Because all you could think about at the moment were his lips.Â
âIâd kiss you again if your lips werenât so high up,â you mumbled, creating a grin on his face. He pulled you closer again, leaning down so you could do as you wished. âI thought we were just friends,â he whispered against your lips, making you shiver once again. The look in his eyes, combined with his deep voice would be the death of you soon. You were sure of it.Â
âYou kissed me first,â you reminded him, breathing on his lips so he could get a taste of his own medicine. âSo maybe we arenât really just friends, pretty boy.âÂ
âDefinitely,â he agreed, his hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you again, this time with more passion, making sure you could feel every last bit of his love on your lips.
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Kitty Kat (Roman Reigns)
After a lifetime of searching, the Tribal Chief may have finally found the woman of his dreams. Post Summerslam 2024.
Warnings: SMUT (yes i know its excessive im sorry đ)
Word Count: 5.3k
A/N: This got way too long bc I talk too much. I tried to shorten it I promise but I just couldn't. I do hope you like it either way...
Song inspiration: Again - Lenny Kravitz
Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs
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He could get used to this.
As he stepped off the plane, Joe discreetly adjusted the bulge in his pants and exhaled deeply, allowing himself a giddy smile in anticipation for what was to come.Â
He couldnât wait to see her again. His Kitty Kat. The interesting part was that this time, sheâd flown him out to come spend the week with her, in First Class, no less. âItâs a five-hour flight from Cleveland to L.A., so I want you to be as comfortable as possible, Daddy,â sheâd told him. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision being âflewed outâ. Heâd been the one flying her out in his private jet, chartering luxury vehicles to bring her to him. The reverse felt strange and would take some getting used to, but it did feel nice to be pampered and taken care of for once.
Seated comfortably in the back of the Cadillac Escalade driving him through the City of Angels, he reminisced about last night in Cleveland. It was fun to hear the crowd again, the adrenaline rush of his entrance music blaring all around the Browns Stadium. It was a long absence from wrestling for him, darkened by the passing of his father, followed by the whirlwind preparation and execution of his funeral, grand, exhausting and emotional. Kat being by his side for all of it was a precious elixir he could never repay her for, but perhaps he could start tonight.
His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. It was an unknown number, but against his better judgment, he answered and hoped it wasnât some weirdo fan. âHello?â
âYou left town without telling me? I saw you all over Summerslam last night!â the shrill, familiar voice responded.
Scratch that. Now he wished it was a fan. âI know I blocked your ass. This is stalking,â was his cold greeting.Â
âI just want us to talk, Joe! We canât just end things the way we did!â
âAinât nothinâ to talk about, Ebony. I got the DNA test I wanted. Go find your baby daddy and leave me the fuck alone.â
âAre you ever gonna forgive me? I made a mistake!â Ebony pleaded. âYou didnât even invite me to Sikaâs funeral. That hurt my feelings, Joe.â
âBitch, donât piss me off!â Joe countered angrily. âBlurting out that Iâm not Josiahâs daddy was not a mistake! I also found the messages in your phone, remember? You and your little group chat laughed at me, laughed about me raising a kid that ain't mine!â
âThatâs a female ass trait, yâknow, lookinâ through my phone and invading my privacy!â Ebony complained.
âYou can invade these nuts,â Joe dismissed, âYou cheated on me and lied about the paternity of your son! Thatâs enough for me to wash my hands off of you and thatâs exactly what Iâm doing.â
For a second, Ebony was quiet. Then, âLet me guess. Youâre with that uppity rich bitch. She was at your dadâs funeral, both of y'all looked so cozy in the videos. She's the reason you donât wanna work things out, right? Werenât you seeing her before we broke up? Whoâs the cheater now, huh?â
Joe scoffed in disbelief. After all sheâd done to make his life a living hell, she was still gaslighting him. âWe were over long before I started seeing her. I only hung around cuz I thought the kid you were carrying was mine. Donât act like your whorish toxic ways didnât drive me into her arms in the first place! You broke us up, so Iâve moved on from your evil ass. Simple.â
Ebony kissed her teeth. âYou are so disrespectful to me, always have been. You never cared about me. It was all about your fucking wrestling. You were always gone! I was lonely! I needed you and you didn't give a shit!â
âSo thatâs why you opened your legs for some bum, got knocked up, and lied that I was the father? You disrespected yourself!â He felt himself getting riled up and had to compose himself. He would not let his ex ruin his day. âImma make this clear so even you can understand. We. Are. Done. Call me again and itâs my attorney youâll be talking to.â Cutting off the call, he then blocked the number and deleted it for added measure.
Fuck that ho.
Anyway, back to his girl, Kat. It had been an amazing few months so far with her. Of course, heâd googled her in the beginning, asked Heyman to run a background check to make sure she was legit and not a psychopath like his ex. Katrina Sullivan was one of the most famous music producers in the world and the top executive at her renowned publishing label. She was a big time player in her industry just like he was, a star in her own right, and it was a match made in Heaven.
Not only was she incredibly beautiful, but sex with her was a wild ride. She gave him a run for his money whenever they fucked. She was all about new experiences and wasnât too prissy to fuck inside a car or suck him off outside a dive bar. He blushed every time he remembered the freaky shit they got up to after his loss at Wrestlemania. Long story short, she made him feel much better about dropping the belt. He loved that she loved sex as much as he did, and if he wasnât hooked on her before, he was completely addicted after that night.Â
And it wasnât all about the physical. There was an emotional bond they shared, a connection that heâd never felt with anyone else before her. Talking with her felt like talking with a friend. He would unload his good days and bad days on her and she would listen to all of it without passing judgment. He did the same for her and was proud to be the one she learned to trust after her own past heartbreaks. Joe wished heâd had the courage to leave Ebony earlier. Perhaps he would have found the woman who had become his peace, his safe haven, and closed the hole in his heart much, much sooner.
A Google Map search helped him find the best florist in town. The ladies in the shop ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the beautiful bouquet of roses he bought and how lucky his lady was. But he thought he was the lucky one. As he took a deep breath and inhaled the flowers, he felt his stomach flutter at the thought of her beautiful face, her smile, her warm embrace. Joe knew he was in love, but he didnât quite know how to tell her yet. It was weird enough that he lowkey felt like a thot being flown out. He really didnât mind, though. All he wanted was to be with her and just be in her presence, in her aura. He would tell her when he was ready.
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Katâs mansion was the stuff of dreams. Isolated on the hills of the Pacific Palisades overlooking lush Californian greenery, it was one of her rewards as the most in-demand producer in music today. The living room segued into the kitchen, which welcomed him with the smell of freshly cooked food. Pasted to her stainless steel refrigerator by a small circular âAcknowledge Meâ magnet, was a note from her saying that sheâd just headed out for a last-minute meeting and directed him to the oven where a warm skillet of sirloin steak and seasoned roasted potatoes waited for him. She had also stocked her fridge with his Megafit meals along with C4 Energy drinks and a few bottles of her own branded tequila. His baby was spoiling him rotten and he was digging it.
He first put the fresh flowers in a vase he filled with water before settling down to eat. He wished she was here with him, but he understood more than anyone how busy things could be when you were at the top of your game. He was proud of her and wanted her to get all the coins she deserved. Halfway through his meal, he pulled out his phone and checked on her.
After dinner, he embarked on a little tour around her breathtaking abode which ended up taking several minutes to complete. Joe had some nice homes of his own around the globe, but this floored them all. The edifice dripped with luxury and was crafted to perfection, just like his Kitty Kat was. He enjoyed the gorgeous city view from her balcony as he sipped on some tequila. Her bathroom was spacious and had a waterfall shower that he luxuriated in when he stepped inside. One side of her walk-in wardrobe was lined with an assortment of brand new t-shirts, pants and dress shirts all for him. Of course she knew his size; sheâd ripped his clothing off of him on many occasions. His stomach was doing flips as the time continued to tick by. It was hilarious that the big bad Tribal Chief was acting all giddy at the mere thought of a woman, but here he was, entangled in her expensive satin sheets, counting down the minutes until she was back in his arms.
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The sound of running water jerked him awake. The plane ride must have worn him out more than he thought; he didnât even realize when he fell asleep. The sky outside was now pitch black but the bathroom lights were switched on. As he sat upright in the bed, something rolled down his bare chest and onto his lap. He looked down and his breath hitched. A sheer, baby pink-colored thong, just removed. Unable to resist, he held it up to his nose and shivered as her sensual aroma filled his nostrils and sent all his blood rushing south. With newfound enthusiasm, he climbed out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom.Â
Katrinaâs back was turned to him, standing over the tub as she drained the bath. Draped in a fluffy lilac bathrobe that barely covered her backside as she bent over, Joe chose to stand there and admire her, letting his eyes follow the rivulets of water that trickled down her long shapely legs. He trailed his gaze along the backs of her knees and her oh-so-sexy thighs, stopping at her luscious derriĂšre where he found her pussy lips, slick and glistening, winking at him. He groaned out loud at the sight, feeling his bulge stir in his drawstring shorts.
Alerted by the noise he made, Kat spun around and sighed. "Oh, damn," she frowned and bounced her fist against her thigh.
Joe raised an eyebrow at her reaction. âDid I frighten you?â
âNot really. I wanted to wake you up by sucking your dick.âÂ
Chuckling heartily, he stepped closer. "You still can, baby. Donât let me stop you,â he said, sealing their lips together in a kiss heâd been thinking about for weeks. He held her tight, molding their bodies together as time seemed to stop all around them. The anticipation had been building all day and just this moment alone was worth the long wait. Â
Joe sighed happily against her lips, his fingers massaging the back of her neck. âMmm, I can tell you missed me. Did you miss me, baby?â
âYou know I did, Daddy,â she whispered back. It had been months in the making, but Kat was thrilled that he was finally here in her humble abode. She pulled back to regard him, marveling at the sheer height and width of him, his bare, broad chest showcasing that beautiful tattoo and all those muscles. Fuck, he was so hot. âI saw the roses in the kitchen, theyâre beautiful,â she said.
âNot as beautiful as you are, baby,â Joe answered, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. âHow was your meeting?â
Kat huffed and rolled her eyes. âWaste of my time. Donât really wanna talk about it,â she added, changing the topic to a more exciting one. âYou looked so good last night, babe. I could see how happy you were to be back.â
âI was,â he admitted, his light brown eyes lighting up. âBro, hearing the fans go bananas when my music hit was insane. And all those fingers in the air, too. Four years of bustin' my ass finally paying off.â
âHuh. I had one finger out too, but it wasnât in the air, and I was layinâ in bed. Naked,â Kat teased, fluttering her long eyelashes at him.
The thought of her writhing around in bed aroused by his show of violence caused another tightening in his shorts. With a growl in his voice, he responded, "Show me."Â
âWait.â She put up one hand before he could grab her. âBefore we get startedâŠI never got to ask you because we were so busy with the funeralâŠBut did you take the DNA test?â she asked, watching with dismay as his face fell. He looked away with a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, something she learned he did when he was reeling in his emotions.Â
âYeah. Josiahâs not mine,â he replied sadly.
Two distinct emotions of her own rushed through Kat at this news. Relief, that he was no longer tied to Ebony and he could now, finally, move on with his life. Move on with her. Disappointment, on his behalf, knowing that he had enjoyed getting to know the baby boy heâd thought was his child. âIâm so sorry,â was all she could muster.
âDonât be. At least I know the truth now. I care about the kid, but heâs not my responsibility any more,â he choked out, the sting of losing that sweet little boy still raw and painful.
âOh, baby.â Kat rubbed her hands up and down his broad back to soothe him. She regretted downing the mood and sought to fix it. âWhat can I do?âÂ
Joe shook his head and sank into her embrace. âJust be with me, like this. I wanna be with you. Thank you for bringing me out here, itâs exactly what I needed.â
âOf course. You know I gotchu,â she assured him, butterflies sprouting inside her belly as he dropped feather-light kisses on her neck, trailing along her shoulder which was soon bare as he slipped off her robe and dropped it to the floor. She tugged down his shorts and her hungry gaze zeroed in on that other part of him that she missed. All those FaceTime calls and selfies did very little justice to the real thing. This was his first time on her turf, and she was determined to use this week wisely, especially as this extended period didnât quite exist before.Â
In the beginning, their meetings were brief and eventful, a couple of hoursâ escape from the madness going on in their individual lives. Meet up, scorch the sheets, and wake to the sound of the rustle of clothes pulled from the floor, the sharp zipping of bags, quick kisses goodbye followed by the front door quietly clicking open and shut. At each otherâs mercy at sunset then disappearing before dawn to resume reality. It was a thrill at first but as time passed, Kat realized she wanted more with him. She wanted to begin and end her days in his sturdy arms. Wanted them to shower together, to eat together and spend much more time together. Simply put, she wanted to be a real couple, and she was ecstatic when he confessed that he wanted the same. Coming to L.A. was a great start and it excited Kat to no end.
Hand in hand, they walked together, naked, out of the bathroom. She giggled as he followed closely behind her, kissing her neck and touching her body along the way. As they reached the bed, Joe noticed the bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket full of ice on the nightstand. Kat read his mind. âJust a lilâ sumn to celebrate your arrival,â she clarified, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs. His gaze was soft, yet beautifully intense as he ran his hands up her thighs and her hips, cupping her backside and bringing her even closer to him. He pressed his lips to her stomach, adorning her belly with gentle, open-mouthed kisses that felt so good she moaned pleasurably in approval.
âIâm in love with you,â he whispered against her brown skin, his voice clear yet filled with a vulnerability heâd never felt before.
Kat smiled down at him. âTook you long enough. Iâve been waiting for you.â
âFor real?â His heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure she could hear it.
Her smile widened as she loosened his ponytail, letting the long dark locks fall and frame his breathtaking features like the angel he was. Her angel. âYeah. I meanâŠAfter everything weâve shared, after getting to know the beautiful person that you are, of course Iâm in love with you too.â
They were words heâd been hoping to hear from her for a while now, and now that he had, he was robbed of every sensation other than joy and peace and the burning need to make love to her nonstop for the rest of his stay in the West Coast. âYouâre beautiful too, baby girl,â he rasped, drawing her back in, âSo fuckinâ beautifulâŠâ
They clung to each other, making out with increasing passion, both of them extremely aroused and more desperate than ever in the wake of this wonderful revelation. As they kissed, he slipped one hand over her breast, kneading gently, eliciting from her those purring sounds that earned her sexy little nickname. He missed his Kitty Kat so much. The last time they were together was at his fatherâs funeral, and he couldn't be with her the way he wanted to be. Now that they were all alone there was nothing stopping him from having his way with her.
But apparently, she had other plans.Â
She pushed him hard in the chest, smirking at his surprised grunt as he hit the mattress rather unceremoniously. âGet in,â she instructed him.
He frowned petulantly at her, but did as he was told, dragging himself backwards up the bed with his eyes on her at all times. He felt his mouth go dry as she crawled towards him on all fours like the sexy ass kitten she was. As she reached the space between his open legs, she surprised him by picking up her thong and winding it around his wrists, securing it tight before pushing his arms over his head.Â
âBabyâŠâ he pouted.
âShhhh,â Kat shushed him quietly, thrilled by the submission in his eyes, the surrender in his soft moan, his dick hard and erect in anticipation. Having control over a man like him felt so empowering. Though sexually submissive to him, Kat always enjoyed it when the roles were switched. It never lasted long though, so she planned to make the most of it.
Climbing back down his body, she rubbed her hands on the expanse of his thighs, his caramel skin warm beneath her fingers. She moved higher, coming dangerously close to the pleasure between his legs but avoiding it, for now. She wanted to touch it but the wait was more exciting. Her hands disappeared to squeeze his ass cheeks, and then reappeared over his hips, traveling along the sharpened ridges of his six-pack abs and up to his broad chest. Her body followed suit, sliding up until her thighs bracketed his sides. The little hiss that escaped him as she sat on his torso thrilled her; she knew right away that he could feel her warm moistness against his skin. Her fingers found his nipples next, toying with them before leaning in to lick them, and giggled with amusement when his dick sprang high enough to smack against her backside.
âFuck, baby, feel what you do to me?â Joe hissed, his cock jumping again as her mouth warmed his neck, nibbling on the shell of his ear as she whispered to him in the softest, deadliest timbre:Â
"Iâm just getting started, big guy."
Sitting upright on top of him, she reached for the ice bucket, scooping out an ice cube in the shape of an exquisite diamond. The ravenous look in Joeâs eyes matched hers as she sipped on the cube, letting the cold melt on her tongue and travel down her throat. Then, she bent down and kissed him, her cold tongue quickly warming up from the heat of his mouth. The wet muscles moved together in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining, obsessed with the taste of each other. Kat pressed the ice cube to his chest, giggling when he jerked from the cold, and drew figure eights with it, watching rivulets of water trickle down the sides of his body. She put the ice cube on his right nipple and watched it harden. Then she replaced the ice with her warm mouth on his cold nipple.
âShit, baby you killinâ me,â he moaned, looking on with hooded eyelids as she kissed down his body. She stopped between his legs, bowing her body in front of his erection, long and thick and hard, precum glistening on his slit. Her tongue darted out to taste it, licking her lips with pleasure. Giving him a sly wink, she took the tip of his dick in her mouth and sucked, winding her tongue around the head like a hungry snake. The moan that escaped his lips was needy and borderline painful, causing her eyes to light up in triumph.Â
âWhen I get my hands on youâŠâ he growled, his expression almost pissed, but Kat knew better. His frustration mingled with his lack of control, control sheâd taken from him all day by calling the shots from his travel to the food he ate. The sensual power play continued as she massaged his dick, the thick velvety flesh twitching in her hands as his hands twitched in his makeshift binds. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked up and down his shaft, making slurping sounds that were drowned out by his groans as she spread her saliva all over his dick. She was addicted. He tasted so good and she craved to have her fill.
Putting a smaller ice cube in her mouth, she chewed it, crushing the ice with her teeth. From there, she hugged his dick with her lips, dousing the heat of his flesh with the coldness of her throat. Tiny bits of ice melted against his shaft as she sucked and tongued every inch of him. She could feel his chest heaving and his abs crunching, could hear his strangled moans as he got warmer and got harder in her mouth. He was right where she wanted him. Resting her weight on his burly thighs, she moaned to him to let go, and smiled when seconds later a shout burst from him, his hips arching off the bed as he unloaded down her throat. She drank her fill of him, glancing up to watch the pleasure ravage his huge body, giving a little smile as he floated down back to earth.Â
âOh my godâŠâ he breathed, his body jerking when she pulled away, letting his dick, slick with her spit and his cum, plop down on his thigh. With one more long, soft kiss to his length, she slithered back up his body, pressing her lips to his for a sweet, delicate kiss which heavily contrasted with the heaviness of his dick brushing along her now-wet opening. Pleasing him turned her on in a way her notoriously composed self could never comprehend.
âYou came so hard for me, baby. The look on your face was everything,â Kat gifted him a teasing lash of her tongue against his as she ran her hands up his arms to toy with the sheer material holding him hostage. Lifting her body up, she slowly sank down on his dick, a gasp slipping from her when the smooth tip pierced through her soft, slick folds, enabling her to wind her hips to take him all the way in. They both moaned as the thickness of him nudged her sweet spot, coaxing a whine out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him close, making out with him while slowly rocking her body back and forth, grinding her clit on him. It stunned her to this day, how she was able to take him all, his length and girth filling her and hitting her most sensitive spot right away. The power that coursed through her at making him succumb to her will, no different from any pinning combination or submission move, was intoxicating. Her moans and his groans reverberated through the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of sex as she loved on him.
âUntie me. Now,â Joe commanded out of nowhere, the roughness of his tone surprising Kat. One look at the power and pleasure on his beautiful face told her he was not taking no for an answer. Obediently, she reached up and unraveled the underwear from around his wrists, and she had barely tossed it aside when his hands came around her, finding her backside and thrusting deeper into her. Finally, he could touch her the way he wanted. He loved her ass, enjoyed the feel of it gyrating against his palms. He landed a heavy-handed slap on it, making her burrow her face in his neck with a soft cry, the sound growing more desperate as his fingers caressed the supple flesh of her ass while grinding up into her, making her feel so good.
âSuch a badass bitch, yet so weak for me. Weak for this dick,â he purred to her with a kiss to her shoulder. The wicked gleam in his eyes had Kat both frustrated and aroused, but the unmistakable glimpse of lust clouding those eyes showed he was just as weak for her. With every downward motion of her hips, she could see him become more mesmerized, his breaths huskier, his face contorting with unbridled bliss as her pussy squeezed his length in deep, throbbing pulls. Sensing him trying to regain control, she beat him to it, pushing up and steadying herself on top of him. With both hands planted on his strong chest, she adjusted her legs in a squat and began bouncing on his dick, up and down, fucking him, taking from him what she wanted, giving him what he needed.Â
âFuck, thatâs it, kitten, ride the shit outta my dick,â Joe groaned, his huge hands now clamped around her waist. âIâm here now, baby. I gotchu. Take it out on me, take all that stress out on me.â It was a wonder to watch her, her knees up and wide apart, treating him to the sight of her moist flesh gliding all the way down his turgid flesh and back up, leaving the base of his dick a wet, slippery mess. It looked incredible and felt even better. âYou so wet for me, baby girl,â he rasped, reaching up to massage her bouncing breasts. âI love it when you use me. You love using Daddyâs big dick, huh?â
"Yes, Daddy I love it...Shiiit, oh my goddd!" Kat threw her head back, her moans shaky, her body trembling on top of him as waves of ecstasy washed over her thanks to the orgasm wracking her from head to toe. Â
âUnnhh yeah, come for Daddy, come on my dick,â he moaned back to her, his full lips parted and panting, his eyes boring into hers as he watched her come undone. Overcome with passion, he sat upright and tugged her flush against him, his breath hitching as the action sank him even deeper into her. He needed to hold her to him, needed to make her all his. âI ainât pullinâ out,â he announced, moving her on him again, âI'ma come all up inside you, baby.â
His words sank in, but any coherent answer she had disappeared with another rake of his dick against her g-spot. Wordlessly, Kat snuggled into his warm embrace, locking her arms and legs around him as she continued to grind on him in a deliciously erotic rhythm. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Joe planted a big kiss upon her throat, her jaw, then her lips, enjoying the taste of her moans as his hips rolled along with hers like a choreographed dance. Emotions were high as they joined as one, surrounded by the sounds of the newfound love they were finally expressing to each other. The mattress bounced beneath them, the legless bed rocking in tune with their heated bodies rocking on top of it. Every worry they had was gone and replaced with a hunger and need for the other that they both knew they would never be able to satiate.
"I love you," Joe whispered, pushing her hair out of her eyes to gaze into them.
âI love you too, baby...oh fuck,â Kat panted, burying her face in his shoulder, her hands sliding down to grip his ass as she bucked her hips like a mad woman. Joe moved with her, not missing a single beat. His own release was building fast within him, too fast. The blood was pounding in his head and tightening his balls as her pussy squeezed his cock so tight he was having a hard time catching his breath. They soon realized they were climaxing together, both shaking from the intense, throbbing waves of pleasure. Katâs toes curled into the sheets as she felt his warm fluid gushing into her pussy just like he wanted, felt his body pulse as hard as his dick pulsing deep inside of her. No piece of music, no music video she created could ever compare to the magic she made with this incredible man, ever be as beautiful as the sight of his face scrunching up helplessly as his orgasm consumed him. So she kept her eyes on him for as long as she could, watching all the emotions sweep his gorgeous visage like an unforgettable movie.Â
An eternity later, their movements slowed, their breathing calmed, their hearts racing as one as the world returned to normal. Joe felt light as air as he fell back onto the bed, Kat melting into him with her head on his chest, where his heart beat for her. He was still inside her and she kept him there, wanted to be filled with all his love in the very best way.
âWelcome home, my love,â she giggled, soothed by his own throaty chuckle vibrating against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed her forehead. She wished she could bottle the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his soft lips, bottle this very moment forever.
âGlad to be home, my love,â he answered, his fingers caressing her back as he kissed her mouth. âI can tell my time in L.A. is gonna be fun.â
"Mm-hmm. We got all week, Daddy," Kat eyed him with a sly smile, tracing her manicured index finger along his tattooed pectoral, "Like I said, we're just getting started."
THE END.
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drunk confessions
word count // 2.056k
pairing // jake âhangmanâ seresin x f!bradshaw!reader
summary // Youâve had enough of hiding your relationship with Jake, so you drink yourself a little courage and just screw it
warnings // established relationship. (slightly)drunk!reader, mentions of alcohol, lightweight reader, nicknames for reader (bubbles, sweetheart, etc.), Bradley is in big brother mode, the mission I mentioned isnât from the film, the pilots still live in their own apartments (all near the base) for this fic, soft!hangman (that man alone is a warning but him being soft???), affectionate Jake and a ton of fluff
a/n // This is the new version of "drunk confessions" from '22! I just changed the wording a little, but nothing of the plot has changed. I loved writing this two years ago and if anyone wants more Hangman, don't worry I have more to come because same haha Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the beautiful dividers â
(as always, please tell me if I missed a warning)
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You and Jake started dating almost a year ago when Bradley and him were together at Top Gun.Â
Rooster and Hangman had never been the best of friends, everyone knew that, so it was never the right moment to tell him about the two of you. The risk of Bradley being angry or perhaps even disappointed was too big. At least thatâs what you thought.Â
Jake understood why you didnât want anyone to know. And although heâd love to just scream it out into the world, that he was dating the younger Bradshaw, that he was without a doubt the luckiest man on fucking earth, he respected your decision.Â
Jake knew that youâd do the same for him without a question.
You wanted to tell Bradley eventually, just right now wasnât the right time. But the real question is, when was it really?Â
Jake had a hard time keeping away from you whenever you were at the Hard Deck with the team. You mostly spent your time at the bar with Penny, to keep her company and to catch up with the latest news - often involving your godfather.Â
She and Maverick were so obvious sometimes it made you chuckle, but you really hoped he wouldnât let her down this time. But Amelia and you would ensure that.Â
From your seat at the bar, you also had a perfect sight at the pool table. A lame excuse to stare at a certain blonde pilot all night.Â
Jake would always be the first to voluntarily get a new round of beers for the group, and no one complained about it. They were all so caught up in what they were doing, that no one noticed how he eyed you all night, ready to be by your side in seconds if anyone were to bother you.Â
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âHey Penny, sweetheart. Another round please!â he gave her a wink and shot her one of his handsome grins. Penny nodded with a smile in return and turned around to get seven cold beers for the young pilots.Â
âYou look smokinâ hot, baby.â he whispered to you as his bright eyes met yours. They had this glow in them every time he looked at you.Â
âYou donât look too bad yourself, Seresin.â you teased him with a wink.Â
âI can do way more than look good. Whatever you want, Bradshaw.â he grinned while his hand secretly found yours on the bartop, his broad frame shielding it from preying eyes.Â
You chuckled lightly, âOh really?â
âOh yeah, babe. You better wait for me when everyoneâs gone. I need to take ya home with me.â he flirted shamelessly in his southern accent you loved so much. Jake knew youâd do exactly that anyway, since you basically lived at his apartment at this point, but where would be the fun?
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Not even Phoenix knew about the two of you, so you could say both Hangman and yourself did a rather good job.Â
This time was different though.Â
They were all going to meet up at the Hard Deck tonight, for another night of pool, darts and what not. The next mission was in less than a week, and you just wanted to spend as much time with Jake as possible. Just like he wanted to with you.Â
Jake hated to keep his hands by himself when you were just a few feet away, playing darts with Fanboy or Bob. You never hid from them, after all, Rooster was your older brother. If you werenât talking to Penny, you spent your nights with them, laughing, drinking and chatting.Â
Not tonight⊠tonight would be different.
You met Penny at the bar in the late afternoon, to help her get everything ready before the first guests would come in. Amelia was staying at a friendâs house, so you gladly took over her part.Â
When everything was ready for the Hard Deck to open, you sat down at your regula seat at the bar.Â
Penny looked at you from the side while she turned on the lights underneath the bar. âCan I get you anything?â She asked, a hint of worry in her voice.Â
âCan I get a beer?â
âSure, sweetie.â Penny smiled gently. She put the bottle down in front of you, and you took a large sip.Â
âSo,â Penny started, putting her hands on the bar, arms on each side of your beer. âWhatâs on your mind, sweetheart? Youâve been out of it today.â You looked up at her, and she had this look on her face that gave you so much comfort. You knew you could tell her everything and sheâd keep it safe.Â
âI⊠Iâve been thinking aboutâŠâ Yeah, what exactly was it that you thought about ever since opening your eyes today?Â
You didnât even know. Not really.Â
You thought about telling Bradley about your relationship with his rival, screwing everything. But youâve also thought about keeping it to yourself just a little longer. The upcoming mission was creeping into your mind at every thought; What if they didnât make it? You didnât want to think about that more than just a second. Not about your brother nor Jake.Â
He would come back, and heâll be fine. This wasnât his first mission.
âI donât even know Penny, Iâm so confused.â you sighed and let your head fall into your crossed arms.Â
âYouâll figure it out, sweetheart. I know you will.â she said, caressing your hair. You lifted your head to look into her eyes, her kind smile calming your racing thoughts a little.Â
Not enough, though.Â
That night, you kind of ignored your limits of how much alcohol you could handle in one night. You got pretty much drunk. Not to a point where you could throw up or blackout, Penny was in charge of the bar after all, but the kind youâd be rewarded with a nice headache the next day and your mind to be pretty foggy.Â
Drinking wasnât one of your strengths. Thatâs why Jake liked to jokingly call you a lightweight, and he couldnât be more accurate with it.Â
Youâve been sitting at the bar for a good part of the night now. The team had already greeted you when they came in, asking you to come with them, but you declined, telling them youâd maybe join them later.
âPenny.â you tried to get her attention, a sudden certainty in your voice, âPlease excuse me. I have to go and get some kisses now.âÂ
âThatâs his boyfriend duty,â you said with a confident nod. âYou know, happy wife, happy life.âÂ
Penny had no idea how no one of the team could see the glances Hangman gave you. How he couldnât tear his gaze away from you even if he tried. If anything happened, heâd be there in a heartbeat. And those poor guys who tried to flirt with you were quickly intimidated by his death stare.Â
Penny just laughed. She had kept a close eye on you since your third drink of the night, the last two she gave you were non-alcoholic, but you didnât have to know that.Â
She ignored your choice of words at the saying, not changing âwifeâ to âgirlfriendâ with a chuckle and motioned you to go. âGo and tell Jake then.â You looked at her with wide eyes, âHow did yâknow Iâm talking about Jake?âÂ
Penny tilted her head with a smile, âSweetheart, I notice things.â she winked, âNow go and get your man.âÂ
The next thing you knew, you were trying to your boyfriend at the pool table.Â
âHey, Jake!âÂ
His head snapped in your direction at the use of his first name. You were the only one calling him that. And the first name basis got everyone elseâs attention as well.Â
âYeah?â he tried to not be too obvious. But his concern about how you were feeling was rising with every second.Â
You didnât stop at the pool table, but walked up to him. Until you stood right in front of him. You looked up into his bright eyes, filled with curiosity.
âI need kisses.â you told him with a pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was so thrown off by what you were saying, that he almost forgot the others around him.
Jake unwrapped your arms from his neck and placed his hand on your lower back. âI think you need some water and sleep, bubbles.â he couldnât suppress the small grin that grew on his lips.
âKisses?! What the fuck is-â Rooster started but was quickly interrupted by you, âOh for godâs sake shut up Bradley.â you hushed your brother in honest annoyance, turning to him.Â
âI love you, but Iâm sick and tired of hiding something from you thatâs important to me, just because Iâm scared of what youâll think or do.â
Hangmanâs gaze was a mix between shock and pride. That you just straight out told your brother and all of your friends standing around you, about the two of you. Not keeping it a secret anymore. He knew it took a toll on you, and heâd told you multiple times to just tell Bradley for your own sake.
âOh my godâ you heard Phoenix breath out a laugh, while the others couldnât find words, still shocked, while some of them were exchanging amused looks.
Bradley didnât. He looked back and forth between you and Jake, not able to process it all quite yet.
âSorry man, listen I-âÂ
âJust give me a second, okay?â Rooster cut Hangman off, stomping to the bar.Â
âLet him be,â you said while curling yourself into his side, hugging his arm close to your body, âHeâll be fine by tomorrow, the old drama queen.â Sober-you would probably be scared Bradley would be angry or disappointed.Â
Good thing you werenât sober right now.Â
âBabe, how much did you have to drink?â Jake whispered, as he bent down a little until his lips reached your ear.
âOhh, not that much.â you assured him as you tried to sound sober, looking up at his face, only inches away from yours.
He looked back to the bar, finding Pennyâs gaze. She mouthed something like âwaterâ easing Hangmanâs concern about your drunken state.
âLetâs get you to bed, huh, sugar?â he softly smiled at you. A real smile, one he had reserved for only you.Â
You instantly shook your head in disagreement, âI swear, Iâm not-â you yawned, âthat tired.âÂ
ââCourse you aren'tâ he mockingly smiled down at you.
âCâmon, on my back.â he ordered, putting his hands behind his back, ready to hold your legs for support. He bent down, and you tried your best to hop on his back. You wouldnât win anyway, and sooner or later - you preferred later - heâd carry you out the bar.Â
You rested your head on Jakeâs shoulder and wrapped your hands around his body. Your eyes already closing as the exhaustion betrayed you.
âWow, Hangman, nice one.â Coyote teased him, the others joining in with laughter. Who wouldâve thought Hangman had a soft spot.
âShut it, Coyote.â Jake said with a look that would make anyone run for the hills.
âSee you tomorrow, lover boy!â Phoenix joked.Â
You giggled on Jakeâs shoulder, âThatâs a good one!â you lazily turned your head in her direction and smirked, Phoenix and the others laughing back at you.
âYouâre supposed to be on my side.â Jake complained, giving your ass a little smack.
âHey.â you giggled, but did nothing in response. Your head ached a little, and you hadnât had the strength nor willpower to do so. Just relived to be carried, you let your head sink back on Jakeâs shoulder.Â
âI love you.â you whispered to Jake as he carefully sat you down on the passenger seat of his car. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes finding yours. Jake bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips and he smiled.Â
The slight smell of alcohol was surrounding you, but Jake couldnât care less. âI love you, and Iâll never let you go, thatâs for sure. Youâre all mine, baby.â he whispered back between small kisses, giving you goosebumps. His scent surrounded you as you wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him even closer. âGood.â you grinned and pulled him into another, longer kiss.
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Grocery girl: Ken Sato x reader Pt. 2
You were a delivery girl who was frequently dispatched to the famous baseball player's Ken Sato residence, you were a nobody that anyone hardly paid attention to, until you found the legendary baseball passed out on his front steps looking like hell, being a bit of worry wart you help him inside and that things took a HUGE turn when you find yourself playing mommy for a giant baby dragon....
Part 1
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It had been almost a month since that strange incident with Sato. R/n tried bury it in the back of her mind but it always seem to find it's way back to the surface, it also didn't help that he was the main topic on every news outlet or at every water cooler gossip R/n has accidentally eavesdropped on. Apparently things weren't going very well for Mr. Sato's career.
Heck, even Meimei seems to have lost her earlier admiration for the baseball player as the younger girl had stopped asking R/n about him and switched to swooning and gushing over some K-pop group she fell in love with to anyone that would listen; R/n included, but that's teenagers for you they loose interest in things too easily, not that Meimei's uncle AKA the Boss was complaining he was just happy the kid was taking her job seriously now! So was R/n cos that meant Meimei would stop following her around asking about Mr. Sato every time she got back from a delivery.
Speaking of...
R/n pulled into Mr. Sato's driveway it seemed like the usual drop off situation until R/n got out of the van and nearly dropped the box of groceries at the sight that waited for her outside, R/n had to take a minute for her brain register what she was looking at first.
She thought it was a dummy left outside, before realizing it was person passed out on the steps and not just any old person. "Mr. Sato!" R/n put the box down and ran over to the downed baseball player she rolled him over to get look at his face and winced. Cripes! he looked like he'd been dragged through hell and back again!
R/n quickly tried to rouse the knocked out Sato by shaking him but that did little other making him mumble incoherently, R/n then through great struggle managed to lift him up off the stairs and was stunned at how heavy the baseball player was as his weight damn near sent them both tumbling backwards!
But R/n managed to steady them both as she pretty much dragged his limp body up the stairs. "This would be so easy for me if you'd just wake up." R/n grunted as she readjusted Ken so she could knock on his door; Hopefully his assistant was here and she could take care of him.
However when the front door opened on it's own there was no one there waiting. R/n stared nervously into the seemingly empty house, she heard nary a creak or breeze as she reluctantly took a step inside and tried not to yelp when the door suddenly shut behind her leaving the house in almost complete darkness.
Then the thoughts started creeping in and for brief moment R/n wondered if this was all possibly all a ruse and that Mr Sato was secret serial kill and that strange noises she heard last time was screams of his last victim...After all, who would suspect the famous baseball payer?!
But then R/n's more rational side reasoned how that ridiculous that was! if there was a killer on the loose there would've been some kind of news about it. R/n calmed herself down and dragged Mr. Sato to the first couch she found before getting his abandoned groceries from outside, R/n went against policy and opened them, grabbing a bottle of water and a Melon pan from it.
She left them on the coffee table for when he wakes up and was going to leave Mr. Sato for his assistant to find, But then R/n felt something off...did the floor just vibrate? Her brows furrowed as her eyes looked up at the ceiling and saw the boxy looking chandelier was swaying around; R/n shook her head. No, it wasn't her business... She got ready to leave, but then the thoughts about Mr. Sato possibly being a covert serial killer came back with a vengeance and she thought if he was hiding someone could that vibration them calling for help?
Checking to make sure Mr. Sato was still sleeping R/n cautiously crouched down low and pressed her ear to the floor only to jumped back with a gasp when she heard the same wailing from a month ago echoing from the floor below, R/n stood up and looked around the house for a way downstairs and found her only option was the large glass elevator cos of course the rich boy's got an elevator.... R/n stepped in and looked for a control button only for the elevator start moving on it own.
R/n tried to duck down in poor attempt to hide herself as it got closer to the bottom floor when it finally stopped and the delivery girl cautiously peeked out to see; well, she expected some kind of blood soaked torture room to be waiting for her, instead her eyes widened in awe at her futuristic surroundings if this was a basement it was like one she'd never seen before! The thoughts about Mr. Sato being a serial killer were quickly replaced with him possibly being a superhero fanboy.
This whole place screamed 'Batcave' as R/n stepped out of the elevator and began to wander around she wondered how much this place cost the baseball player to build? While R/n was gawking she failed to notice the large shadow slowly rising up behind her until it was too late.
R/n looked down and slowly turned around looking up as did her awe struck face slowly contorting into fear as she stared up at the beast behind her and shuddered.
"I never knew the harbinger of death would be so... pink!"Â
*hours later*
Ken is woken up to by the baby squealing and his alarms going off like crazy! He looked at the time 11 pm...Oh, he missed her 9pm feeding, he wondered Mina didn't wake him up? when he spotted the water and Melon pan on the coffee table and ate and drank those as he made his way to the elevator but it was already downstairs causing him to pause.
Ken's mind was still hazy from juggling everything he couldn't remember if he'd gone downstairs earlier and went outside through the airlock to get back up into the house? Or maybe Mina brought something downstairs for the baby to use?
The answer was the last thing Ken expected as he descended into his base to find the baby playing Daruma-san (statues/red light green light for us yanks) with Mina and...Ken choked on his food when he saw his grocery girl standing in the middle of his base in posed like Hamlet (she holding Mina in the Alas poor Yorick pose) She nearly fell over when she saw Mr. Sato gawking. "What the heck is going-Oh, nonono!" When then the baby noticed him and she immediately run up to Ken and picked him up much to his protest.
While this was going on R/n used this as her attempt to escape to the elevator only for Ken to notice her sneaking away and changed into Ultraman and block her path with his hand... R/n gasped as she looked up at the silver giant completely flabbergasted. "Okay, So not a serial killer." Now it was Ultraman's turn to be confused. "What?"
Cut to R/n trapped in her own containment chamber sitting down bored as she watches a frustrated Mr. Sato pacing around his base. "Y'know, You'll go bald if you keep tugging at your hair like that" she said with a sigh the baseball player ignored her as the delivery girl tried to readjusted herself in a more comfortable position but the tube was to narrow for her legs to properly stretch out. "Couldn't you have given me a bigger tube? this one's too cramped." Mr. Sato shot her a seething glare that shut R/n up as he walked up to her tube.
"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe you should've called ahead before breaking into my house!" He sneered The delivery just rolled her eyes. "For that last time, I didn't break in I found you outside..." Ken snorted obviously not believing her. "Hey you, floating eye lady" R/n called out to Mina who floated over to them. "Doesn't this place have cameras or something" Show this knuckle head I'm telling the truth." She said crossing her arms, while Ken barked a Mina not to listen her and wait for the cops, who were taking their sweet time getting here.
"The police are not coming because I haven't called them." Ken looked at the orb in disbelief. "What? why not?!" Mina played the footage from a few hours ago showing Ken staggering up his front steps and then dropping like a sack of potatoes 15 minutes later R/n's van pulled up showed her jumping and quickly checking Ken over before picking him carrying him inside, and showed how she got into his base.
"Told ya, if this is the thanks I get for helping; then maybe I should've left you there for the birds to crap on!"
"Okay, okay... but that still doesn't mean you're off the hook."
"Oh? what are you gonna do? keep me in this tube forever?"
"No, You going to help me...With her."
Mr. Sato points at the baby Kaiju in the tube next to R/n's who babble happily and waved when he pointed at her, R/n meanwhile got this shell shocked look on her face, she thought he was joking until R/n was free from the tube; but by the next morning found herself in a moving van with her belongs hastily stuffed inside headed back towards Mr. Sato's house.
{Bonus, how R/n ended up playing with Emi:Â
R/n tried to back away from the pink dragon thing that was staring her down when it took a step near her, She gasped and instinctively covered her face...But, nothing happened? The delivery girl curiously peeked between her fingers and saw Pinky was staring at her; she put her hands down.
The monster moves again R/n throws her hands back up and the monster did the oddest thing it smiled while chirping and clapping at her. R/n was very obviously bewildered by it's strange behavior as she repeated same action a few times before something clicked in her head; Peek-a-Boo.... It's thinks R/n was playing Peek-a-boo with it . "You're just a baby, aren't you?" The Kaiju tilted it's head at R/n bemused.
*Ken Sato has a baby Kaiju in his basement...what the crap?!*
The delivery girl screamed mentally as the baby Kaju chirped and covered it's face with it's hands; R/n knew what it was doing and played along "Oh no, where'd the baby go?" The delivery girl pretended to look around while side eyeing the elevator which the baby was currently blocking, The kaiju pulled it's hands away from it's face as R/n cheered "Oop, there you are!~" the baby squealed excitedly as this floating eye-ball robot suddenly appeared and started asking questions.
R/n explained herself and promised that she wouldn't tell anyone about this if the eye would let her leave. However, as soon as R/n took a step towards the elevator... The baby started sniffling and tearing up causing the delivery girl to panic. "No, no, I'm not leaving I'm not leaving, I promise, I'll stay here!" R/n said petting it on the leg and not realizing just how true those words would end up being in a few hours.
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Cross posted on my A03/Squidgeworld/Wattpad.
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How They Found Out P2 |Naruto Men X Reader| HC
Part One Masterlist Ko-fi
Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake
Summary: The aftermath of your relationship becoming public. Part two to How They Found Out
Warnings: Mentions of sex, marriage, kids. Pretty low key tbh.
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Sasuke Uchiha
What an absolute nightmare.
Once you heard the front door shut, Sasuke basically collapsed on top of you.
He groaned. His night had been ruined, and on top of it, Naruto was sure to cause drama for the coming days.
"It's okay, Sasuke. They were sure to find out anyway."
"Our relationship going public and Naruto catching us having sex are two very different issues, and it's a bit concerning that you think I'm worried about the latter."
You kick him off of you with a laugh and suggest a shower. There was no way your escapades could continue on after all the fuss.
The next morning, you basically had to drag Sasuke out of the house.
He'd been moaning and groaning and grumbling since last night, so much so that he started to sound like Shikamaru.
Who knew Sasuke could complain so much.
Once you were out the door and the second your friend's eyes caught you, they pounced.
All at once, they hounded you about what Naruto may or may not have seen (Naruto has a habit of being a bad storyteller, so who knows what actually went down)
Sasuke refused to answer any questions until the chaos had settled down. They did eventually, albeit reluctantly.
"It's true."
That just sent them all reeling again, begging for details.
You two already discussed what you'd keep secret and what you'd share, so the meeting went pretty smoothly once everyone agreed to keep their composure.
Until fucking Sakura started asking questions about your sex life.
After that, you zipped your mouth and refused to answer anything further.
They'd just have to live on not knowing anything.
Shikamaru Nara
After news got out, Ino decided it was her place to convince Shikamaru to, in her words, "be a man and ask her out already!"
He ignored her, convinced she was full of it and brushed her off.
But her words lingered in his head.
Your friends were all beginning to settle down; Naruto and Hinata had just gotten married. Talk of kids had started to circulate in the group.
Were you wanting marriage and children?
The slow buzzing quickly turned into an almost constant fog in his mind. He'd never been so distracted before.
What a drag.
Within the week, he was knocking on your door.
"I need to ask you about something."
Weird. You could read him pretty well at this point, but this energy he was putting off was new.
"What's up, Shika?"
"Do you want to get married?"
Your eyes widened and jaw dropped. When you tried to answer, you found yourself at a loss of words.
"I mean, damnit, I- do you want to get married eventually? Or have kids at some point?"
You stared at him like he had two heads.
"Are you feeling alright? Why don't you come inside?"
He didn't fight you. He walked in and sat at your table in silence while you made him some tea.
You'd pried it out of him that Ino was behind this sudden change, and assured him that things would be okay.
"Look, I never brought it up because I know you're not a feelings guy, buy yeah, I guess I would like to have a family. I thought that's what you wanted, too?"
He got that irritated look on his face. The one he always gets when people ask him to work.
"It is, but,"
"But don't worry about it. I work on your time, so whenever you're ready."
You gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He let out a sigh of relief, glad to have fallen into such a situation with someone who understands him so well.
"Not too long, though. It's been almost two years, Shika."
On second thought, this was a total drag.
Kakashi Hatake
The next morning, you two made sure to bump into his students.
They seemed rather pleased with themselves, that they had been the ones to finally catch Kakashi lacking.
It only took a single look for Sasuke to realize it was all fake. They'd been bested by their sensei once again.
That quick glance he got from Kakashi told him not to say anything to the others, which he hadn't planned on anyway.
"Kakashi sensei, why didn't you ever tell us you were seeing someone?"
He set a hand on Sakuras head and ruffled her hair.
"I try not to share my personal matters with children. That's what friends are for."
Enter Gai, who happened to hear.
"You didn't tell us either, Kakashi."
He just shrugged, sending Gai into a fit.
News traveled fast in the village. What else is to be expected when romance rumors come up about the Hokage?
Kakashi was actually very calm about the whole thing.
Despite dreading this day for a long time, he was actually very content with the outcome.
There had been so much going on when you initially got together. Wars and death and PTSD and all that.
But now was a time of peace. A perfect time to actually start living, and this was just the beginning.
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Whimsical!reader x Shy!remus đ€đ€đ€ like the boys always try and get Remus to go out with them and he always tries to say no but James promises that Lily has a friend Remus might get along with and Remus is just so entranced by Whimsical!reader that he starts to come out of his shell and James is all đ âIf I wouldâve known it would end up like this I wouldâve had you bring her around sooner, Evansâ
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âYou canât go home before ten,â Sirius insists, stepping through the front door as James chats with the partyâs host, some co-worker of Lilyâs.Â
âI can go home whenever I want,â Remus says gruffly.Â
âGive us an hour at least,â James negotiates as he breaks away from his conversation. He takes the lead of their little group automatically, navigating them through the house to the patio out back. âLilyâs friend is really sweet, I think youâll likeâhi!â His face splits open as he catches sight of his girlfriend, waving.Â
He hurries over for a kiss. âIâve missed you, sweetheart.âÂ
âI saw you this morning,â Lily reminds him, smiling against his lips.Â
âToo long a period of separation. Terrible.âÂ
Despite the fact that theyâre really being very tame, Sirius groans loudly.Â
âYou live together,â he complains, âdonât you think you could do this another time?â
Lily rolls her eyes at him, but James straightens, recalling his primary aim of the evening.Â
âRight, this is Y/N,â he gestures to you, sitting with your feet tucked underneath you on the couch. He supposes youâve found somewhere to stow your shoes away for the evening. âY/N, this is Siriusâ --Sirius shoots you one of his roguish half-grins. It slips a bit when you smile and nod politely, seemingly unaffected-- âand Remus.âÂ
Remus raises his hand in a little wave, but it does nothing to dim the lustrous smile you send him. James nudges his friend your way, going to sit with Lily and leaving Sirius to go in search of drinks.Â
Lilyâs done her job well. Sheâs chosen a quiet spot, tucked away at the fringes of the party, where you can enjoy the music without having to shout over it. James watches furtively as you take to Remus instantly, asking a steady stream of questions in your quiet, serene voice. Remus seems a bit tense, as if wary of some unknown form of verbal attack, but James is assured that heâll relax soon. That tends to be your effect.Â
Youâre an odd bird, but mellow in a way James suspects will appeal to his reticent friend. Over the years, heâs found that Remus doesnât need to be pulled from his shell so much as he needs people to crawl in there with him. You seem like youâd be exactly the right fit.Â
âNeither of you are subtle,â Sirius says, returning with drinks for the three of them. âTheyâre going to scare if you keep staring at them like that.âÂ
âShit.â Lily turns quickly, accepting her drink and fixing her attention deliberately on Sirius. âDo you think theyâve noticed?âÂ
âNo,â James says. He has to hide a smile in his drink as you take one of Remusâ hands in both of your own. Remusâ face has turned stop-sign red, but youâre oblivious, running your fingers over his palm with tender care. âI think theyâre too caught up in each other to pay us much mind.âÂ
âWhat the hell are they doing?â Sirius leans against the back of the chair Lily and James are sharing.Â
Lily is visibly restraining herself from turning around to see what heâs talking about. James laughs, dipping his head to kiss her freckled shoulder.Â
âI think itâs a palm reading.âÂ
âOh, sheâs freaky good at that,â Lily says. âI mean, I donât want to believe in it and I donât think I do, but she hasnât been wrong yet.âÂ
James raises his eyebrows at her. âThatâs a lot, coming from you.âÂ
His girlfriend scowls, sipping her drink. âI donât like it.âÂ
âI canât believe Moonyâs blushing just from her holding his hand like that,â Sirius marvels. He shakes his head, astounded. âThis has got to be the most prudish flirting Iâve ever seen.âÂ
âIâm not even sure sheâs trying to flirt with him,â James admits. âI think this is just the way she is.âÂ
Sirius scoffs. âWhatever it is, itâs working. Look at his mouth.âÂ
James does. âOh, shit.â
âWhat?â Lily evidently canât stand it any longer. She turns around, but frowns when she sees nothing. âWhat is it?âÂ
âHeâs got his tongue tucked into the corner of his mouth,â James explains, leaning over to align her vision with his. âSee that little bump? Thatâs his tell. Heâs trying not to smile.â He sits back, smug. âHe likes her.âÂ
The more James watches, the more obvious it becomes. The faint flush thatâs spread across Remusâ freckles, never really going away. The way he holds eye contact with you unfailingly, when ordinarily heâd be dropping his gaze. The tongue-tuck, which slips up occasionally as a bashful grin lifts the corners of his mouth.Â
James doesnât know you as well as Lily does, but he thinks you must like Remus too, from the way you keep talking to him without ever looking for your friend to come rescue you. Soon the conversation seems to have found its rhythm, with Remus contributing as much as you do. He starts teasing you, a familiar hand on your knee or a quirked eyebrow at something you say, and you eat it up. Your laughter tinkles like windchimes, floating over the party even after he, Lily, and Sirius have stopped paying attention.Â
You move closer together over the course of the night. Jamesâ one-hour stipulation passes, then another. Eventually, Lily is ready to go home and Remus hasnât brought it up once. Probably distracted by the whisper of air separating his nose from yours.Â
James whistles softly. âEvans, if Iâd known this would go so easily I wouldnât have you bring her around a long time ago.âÂ
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Aemond Targaryen x female reader (third person perspective) â husband & wife
Warnings: smut, dry humping, p in v sex, semi-public sex, newlyweds being horny, little bit of profanity, breeding kink if you squint really, really hard Rating: 18+ MDNI Word count: ~3,500
Summary: Upon returning to camp from a hunt in the Kingswood, Aemond looks for a way to keep his wife warm on a bitterly cold night.
A/N: Serendipitously conceptualized ages ago but written (very late!) for the first week of the @hotd-bigbang winter word prompts challenge - Fire | Furs | Forest
Dividers by @saradika | AO3 link
The setting sun cast long shadows across the small city of tents that made up the hunting camp in the Kingswood. While the men had spent the day combing the forest for boars, stags, and other game, the women had occupied the main tent. They gorged themselves on cakes and other sweets, all the while indulging in gossip that ranged from the salacious to the downright treasonous.Â
And, much to the chagrin of the new wife of Prince Aemond Targaryen, they pestered her endlessly about the burgeoning love life of her and her husband. She quickly learned that, to be a woman in the kingâs court meant sharing every last, excruciating detail of oneâs âwifely dutiesâ so that the others could compare them with their own. So that they could all know whose husbands fucked them the best and complain about their own lackluster experiences.Â
They questioned her until she was beet-red in the face and one of the older women finally called for an end to her torment. Still, it would taste a lie for her to say that all their titillating conversation about lovemaking had not made her ache desperately for her husband.Â
But by the time that night finally claimed the sprawling camp, the men had still not returned from the hunt. It signaled to the waiting wives that their husbands would come back without their prize, frustrated and exhausted - and that they would later fall into their beds reeking of wine.Â
The call of horns and the distant sound of barking hounds was their cue to don their furs and exit the tent to greet the arriving men. The princeâs wife was glad for the fur-lined cloak that her husband had procured for her for just such an occasion as this. She was even more grateful for the garment as she exited the tent only to be met with the sting of the cold night air on her cheek. The women elected to wait for their husbands by the bonfire that raged in the middle of the camp, its light their only source of warmth as frost began to settle on the Kingswood.Â
It was easy for her to spot her husband among the group of riders, his long silver hair unmistakable in the light of the rising moon. Whatever otherworldly quality his Valyrian features gave him seemed amplified tonight - and it made the sight of him astride a horse even more odd to her. Were her husband any other lord of the realm, his approach on horseback would not have seemed out of place. But Targaryens were no horse riders. Still, Aemond effortlessly commanded the steed beneath him, his mastery reminiscent of the way he would handle a dragon.
As the crowd of riders began to disperse, her eyes remained fixed on her husband. Amid the thundering of horsesâ hooves and the raucous laughter of the noble lords, Aemond's attention, too, was solely focused on her. The intensity of his gaze only intensified her excitement, eliciting a gentle flutter in her belly.
With grace and ease, Aemond slipped off of the horseâs back. A waiting servant took his leather riding gloves from him, but Aemond could very well have let them fall to the dirt for as little attention as he paid to anyone but her.Â
Aemond was always loath to indulge in any public affection, aside from the occasional hand at the small of his wifeâs back or a brief touch upon her cheek. Even now that he was reunited with her after such a long day apart, his restraint came in the form of a soft kiss brushed against her temple and nothing more. But the way that his arm wrapped around her and his hand dared to wander much lower than her waist - and the way his eye held hers so intently - told her just how much he had missed her. How much he needed her.
Given Aemondâs usually stoic demeanor, she had never thought that he would be needy, but he had proven to be just that in the few weeks since they had been wed. They had already made love in the depths of the palace library more times than she could count, and discovered countless other hidden places throughout the Keep where his hands had found their way up her skirts and his lips had left marks on her neck. Some mornings, he would forego training altogether to stay in bed with her with his face between her legs or his cock buried inside her.Â
And he had not heard a single complaint from her yet.Â
âÄbrazÈłrys, your skin is cold to the touch,â Aemond commented, a hint of concern lacing his soft voice. His lips lingered at her temple for a moment longer before he withdrew, taking one of her hands in his. âAs are your fingers.â (wife)
She smiled. His own hand was as warm as ever. âI am no dragon like you, dear husband. The cold night air chills me to the bone.â
âAnd the furs I gave you do not suffice?â he asked, quirking a brow.
She shook her head. âNor the bonfire.âÂ
Aemond hummed, his displeasure at such an assurance quite clear. He brought her fingers to his lips, blowing warm air on them before kissing them. âCome, jorrÄeliarza. I have another idea for how we might offer you some warmth on such a cold night.â (beloved)
Still with an arm drawn around her, he swiftly guided her around the bonfire and, to her surprise, past the royal tent where food, wine, and music awaited them. She glanced over her shoulder questioningly at the entrance to the tent, from which poured an inviting golden light, but Aemond seemed determined on his path.Â
âAemond, are we⊠not going inside?âÂ
A smirk tugged at his lips, and she noticed a mischievous twinkle in his eye as they passed a flickering torch. âI thought I would spare you any further conversation with the ladies of the court.â
âAnd I thank you for that, dear husband,â she said with a laugh, her words falling from her lips in fleeting clouds of mist that looked like she was breathing smoke. âBut I do not thinkââ
Aemond stopped them in their tracks and turned to her, staying any further words by sweeping in to press his lips firmly against hers. âLykirÄ«.â (Be calm.)
Once freed from his bruising kiss, she stood, dazed, for a moment before any further thoughts could come to her - something that her husband had certainly noticed given the grin that spread across his lips. She pushed him away playfully with a little scoff and an over-exaggerated look of annoyance that drew a rare chuckle from him.
âI am not one of your Targaryen dragons,â she protested, drawing her furs tighter around herself. âThose⊠dragon commands wonât work on me.â
Aemond leaned in to meet her at eye level, offering an arm to her that she took. âBut it did work, did it not?â
She was still none the wiser about their destination as her husband quickly guided them beyond the boundaries of the camp and toward the treeline. The leaves had taken on stunning hues of red, orange, and yellow, a sight that she had marveled at from within the wheelhouse on their way into the Kingswood that morning. But in the cover of night, that beauty was lost to the pitch-black darkness. Not even the light of the moon could permeate the thick canopy of trees, leaving the forest an endless void.Â
She did not fear the darkness, only the occasional sound of a twig snapping or the call of some unknown creature. As husband and wife disappeared from the sight of the camp, she found herself clutching onto him more tightly.Â
âAemond, where are we going?â she whispered as though speaking at full volume would topple one of the mighty trees.Â
âPatience, jorrÄeliarza.â
âWhat if there are wolves out here, Aemondââ
âThere are no predators in the Kingswood. And, if there were,â Aemond turned to her and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, brushing the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, âdo you think that I would let them harm even a single hair on your head?â He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before releasing her. âDo not worry. We can stop here.â
She glanced around, seeing the pleasant glow of the camp in the near distance and nothing but darkness everywhere else. âHere?âÂ
âI thought, perhaps, you would want to be a bit further from campâŠâ he purred. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see him lean in. One of his hands reached up to pull her furs aside and his lips found her neck, warm and soft as they began to kiss her skin. She felt his hum vibrate against her pulse point, where her heartbeat fluttered wildly. âGiven how loud you can be, dĆna ÄbrazÈłrys.â
A gasp left her and her head tilted away from his lips, begging silently for more. Tomorrow would call for yet another dress with a high neckline, she thought.Â
âIâve⊠Iâve not heard that one beforeâŠâ He regularly called her all manner of names in High Valyrian. She often found him muttering to himself in his ancestral tongue. One night, he had even spoken it in his sleep. She knew a small handful of words, but only those few. âWhat does that mean?â
âSweet wife,â Aemond breathed against her neck, leaving a bit of warmth behind before his lips captured hers once again. âYou taste sweet tonight, too.â
âIt must be the⊠the wine, I think,â she gasped. âOr the lemon cakesâŠâÂ
But the growing hunger inside him was not for the sweetness of cakes or Arbor gold.Â
He kissed her more deeply this time, lips coaxing hers apart to taste her tongue for himself. His hands fell to her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh to draw her body against his. And, in doing so, he finally offered her the warmth he had previously promised her - one that not even the hottest bonfire could provide.Â
As his fingers began to deftly ruck up her skirts, she felt her skin prickle. At the same time, an entirely different kind of heat began to spread through her until it found its familiar place between her legs. Moaning softly into their continued kiss, she dropped her hands to the closure of his trousers, where his obvious arousal strained against the dark fabric.Â
âGods, Aemond, you're so hard and I've barely touched you," she breathed against his lips. âDid you miss me?â But she knew the answer, and how pleasing it was to know just how badly she had been missed that day.Â
His only reply was a grunt that rose in his throat as his hands slipped beneath her smallclothes and all but tore them from her. Despite the rough, calloused spots on his palms and fingers, his warm touch was a balm against the cold night air. In a swift, almost aggressive motion, he lifted her by her arse so that she had no choice but to envelop his hips with her legs. It taunted her, the feeling of his hard cock pressing against her wet entrance. His trousers were a tedious, unwanted barrier between them.Â
Their passionate embrace only became more heated as Aemond pinned her to the trunk of one of the trees and his body pressed firmly against hers. She squirmed, inadvertently causing friction between her clit and his still-clothed hardness that was too delicious to keep a moan from stuttering past her lips.Â
âIt would seem that you missed me as well, jorrÄeliarza,â he rasped with a playful smirk. Teasingly, he rolled his hips against hers to coax another one of those sweet sounds from her. âCome on. Take what you need.â
She needed no further convincing, as great as the ache between her legs had grown. Her grip on the collar of his longcoat tightened and she took over, rocking her hips against his at a slow, but steady, pace. Each gasp and moan that left her lips billowed from them in a smoke-like mist, until she tucked her head into the crook of her husbandâs neck and the sounds became muffled against his throat. He smelled of horse and sweat and, if she searched for it, the soap he had used the night before. But he tasted divine as her lips began to pepper open-mouthed kisses against his skin.
Judging by the trembling breaths that she felt against her hair, this teasing was just as pleasurable for her husband as it was for her. His own grip on her arse tightened, as though he was fighting to hold on. Knowing him, he wanted only the satisfaction of spilling himself inside her.Â
But his own torture would not go on for much longer, as her rutting against him was quickly bringing her to the brink of release. Her pace quickened, desperate as she was to reach it. Finally, the pleasure inside her began to unfurl and its warmth spread through her. From head to toe, it enveloped her completely as though she had been submerged into a hot bath.  Â
It was exactly as Aemond had promised. In the grips of her climax, the frigid air mattered little, if at all.
Gasping for breath as she came down again, she pressed her lips to his and he received her kiss greedily. No doubt he was desperate for his own release after watching her come apart - and how could she refuse him?
âYou know,â she began as her hands fell to his trousers once again. Only, this time, her fingers made quick work of the closures. âEarlier, all the women wanted to know how good you are in bed.â
Their gazes locked and, even in the darkness of the forest, she could see the almost animalistic desire in his one good eye. But as desperate as he was to be inside her, he seemed almost equally as intrigued by her words. She freed his cock from the confines of his trousers and took it into her hand. Her simple act of stroking him once was enough to draw a low groan out of him.
âFucking gossips,â Aemond replied huskily. His lips drew close to hers but did not quite meet them. âDo I wish to know what you told them?â
She grinned. Her fingers guided his cock to her slick entrance but stopped there momentarily. âI told themââ Her words were cut off by a moan as he buried himself inside her quickly and without warning. âOh, fuckâŠâ
âOh, fuck?â Aemond repeated teasingly, raising a brow. âAm I so bad at it, jorrÄeliarza?â The smug look of satisfaction on his face belied any attempts at fooling her into thinking that he believed that to be her true confession earlier that day.Â
Too impatient, he began to move his hips against hers - and she met each of his slow, steady thrusts with movements of her own. Misty air surrounded them amid their shared panting, both of them relishing in the sensation of becoming one again after such a long day apart.
She allowed her head to fall back against the tree, where strands of her hair began to tangle in its rough bark. But she hardly noticed or cared at all, especially as her husbandâs lips reclaimed her neck and his hot breaths swept along the contours of her jaw.Â
âÄbrazÈłrys.â
She became so lost in the carnal pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her that Aemondâs voice barely reached her. It did not help at all that his pace began to quicken as the heat between them grew to a simmer. The cry of pleasure that left her mingled with the sounds of the forest, joining the nighttime symphony of hooting owls and the rustling of the crisp underbrush.
âWhat did you tell them?â Aemond pressed. His own composure was starting to fail him and his words came out strained.Â
A breathy laugh left her. He always purported to care little about what the members of his fatherâs court thought of him. But, evidently, that sentiment did not extend to his wife and her opinions.Â
She placed a hand on his cheek to pull his lips to hers, kissing him deeply as pleasure began to coil inside her anew. âI told them,â she panted, her eyes opening to meet his, âthat my husband is not the one riding the largest dragon in the world.â
Whatever Aemond had expected her to say, it clearly was not that. For a moment, his hips stilled and he looked as stunned as the ladies had been when she had uttered those same words that morning. One of them had even spilled a full cup of wine down her pale blue dress as she stared at her like some startled animal.Â
âMy, myâŠâ he purred.
But his look of shock fell away just as quickly. Replacing it was a ferocity that she had never seen from him before. A hunger that her words had awakened inside him which only she could satiate. There were no more soft words of love, or the usual names he called her while making love to her. His fingers dug almost painfully into her hips and he resumed his movements against her.Â
Aemond quickly built up a brutal pace, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl inside her shoes. Any thoughts or complaints about how bitterly cold it was outside had been long forgotten, drunk as she was on the intensity of the pleasure he was fucking into her her. Even her moans began to leave her in choked gasps and broken mewls that, if anyone in the hunting camp heard her, would have sounded no different than the calls of some creature of the forest.
She could feel it, the straining of her muscles and the tightening of her insides. The tremble that overtook her as she hurtled toward the edge along with him. She felt like a handkerchief being squeezed of water, and he would not stop his tightening of her until he had wrung her of every last drop. Â
Her eyes fluttering, she leaned in to capture Aemondâs lips in a kiss that he did not reciprocate in his own carnal pursuit of release. âAemondâŠâ âMm-mm,â he chided, his tone gruffer and far lower than she had ever heard it. âI want to see you.âÂ
One of his hands released its grip on her arse and moved to the nape of her neck to hold her firmly and ensure she could not look away. As he watched her, he groaned deeply in his own fight to hold on until he could get precisely what he wanted.Â
And it only took three simple words from him to finish her at last.
âCum for me.âÂ
Like a dam breaking, all the building pleasure that had been twisting inside her released. Coaxed by the continued pounding of his hips against hers, it spread into every extremity as her body shuddered and her cries of ecstasy filled the dense, frosty air. The fluttering of her walls around him soon spelled the end for him, too. With a few more ragged thrusts, he found his release inside her.
His eye squeezed shut. His lips, kiss-swollen, parted. And then, a certain look of peace overtook him. Â
Although still lost in her own haze of pleasure, she watched him closely - and she decided that he had never looked more beautiful.Â
They remained in their loving embrace, neither one wanting to pull away from the other just yet. Her, with her legs still encircling his hips, and him, with one hand holding her up and the other at her neck. Aemond pressed his forehead to hers and his thumb began to caress her cheek tenderly.
She hadnât spoken of these moments to the women of the court that day. About how her husband could fuck her within an inch of her life and, immediately thereafter, treat her with such affection and softness. With such devotion in each caress of his fingers and every soft word he uttered.
Their breathing soon began to slow once again and the world around them finally came back into view. Smiling, she brushed the tip of her nose against his before kissing him so deeply that he hummed in surprise. But he reciprocated earnestly, slowly setting her back down on the ground but never quite letting her go.
âWe should return to the camp,â Aemond said as he re-adjusted her furs on her shoulders. âI would not have you catch your death out here in the cold, jorrÄeliarza.â
A sweet grin spread across her lips, but something wicked glistened in her eyes. âOh, but my husband has already given me all the warmth I require.â
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drunken daydreams | s.b. x reader
word count: 2.5k
warnings: mentions of drinking, pining, fluff
a/n: little fun fact i found out, beer pong was invented in the 1950's?? also this is for week three of jinxed july <3
Hopeless. That is what it felt like to crush on Sirius Black. Hopeless because Sirius was, wellâŠeverything. He was charming beyond belief, even professors falling for his half turned smile and cheeky winks. He was absolutely gorgeous, unfairly so really, onyx hair that fell in messy tendrils no matter how many times he ran his ring glad fingers through it. His eyes were always playfully full of mischief, but if you truly paid attention to him (and you did) you could tell that they shifted just the slightest bit in shade depending on his mood. His mouth seemed to permanently be painted with a smirk unless someone was telling him ânoâ, then his powder pink lips would puff in a pout and who in their right mind could deny that look? (certainly not you).Â
When Lily asked you to spend a week at Jamesâs family cabin with her over summer holiday you had originally said no. Jamesâs cabin meant Siriusâs cabin since the latter now lived with the former; that and they were attached at the hip with no hope of prying them apart. Lily had pouted, begging you to say yes, but going only seemed like torture. Torture because itâd be a week essentially alone with Sirius as Lily and James would likely frequently find couple things to do, Marlene and Dorcus would be hiking everyday and Remus would seclude himself with âpeace and quite for onceâ. Alone time with Sirius made you nervous because you were nearly, practically, almost one hundred percent sure that your feelings toward Sirius were not reciprocated.Â
But that did not stop Lily from employing the raven haired boy to get you to change your mind. Which is how you found yourself conveniently alone with Sirius in the train compartment on the ride back from Hogwarts. âPretty please, you canât not go, everyoneâs going,â in classic fashion with his little pout and his eyes widened. You tried to avert your gaze from his, knowing if you looked too long youâd give in. But this tactic failed miserably as Sirius simply moved back into your view, âIâm literally begging here, love,â and oh how he looked so pretty begging. âPlease say yes, I cannot hear James or Lils complain the whole week. I need you there.â
He needed you there. Thatâs what he had said. And that one phrase spun a slew of delusional scenarios in your mind that led you to agree to join the rest of the group for the week.Â
It wasnât as bad as you originally anticipated in the beginning. The lot of you gathered at the Potterâs manor, utilizing the floo system for the trip to the cabin, that experience going surprisingly swimmingly for it being your first time. The first night at the cabin you guys decided on a bonfire. âItâs like christening the place,â James had said, with much encouragement from Sirius and much to the eye roll of Remus. âWeâll go get drinks started!â Lily grabbed your arm, pulling you up from your chair and back towards the door of the cabin, âany requests or all we good with surprises?âÂ
James Dorcus and Remus laid out drink orders while Marlene said you could surprise her. You turned to Sirius as he spoke next, âYou know my drink, donât you love?â You bit the inside of your cheek, hoping the heat you felt wasnât making itself prominent as a blush on your cheeks, âFirewhiskey with cola, right?â Sirius winked, nodding in confirmation and the swarm of butterflies in your stomach started humming.Â
Back in the kitchen Lily was practically vibrating with excitement. You let out a long sigh, âSomething got you worked up Lils? Wanna share with the class?â Lily wore a small grin as she filled all the glasses with ice, âIâm just thinking about what I saw and if you saw it too.â You halted in filling Sirius's glass, resting both hands on the counter in front of you, âWhat do you think you saw? Because Jamesâs googly eyes over you is basically a daily occurrence, I didnât think itâd have you this excited still.â Lily rolled her eyes at your statement, âIâm very clearly talking about Sirius and you.âÂ
You made a scrunched face at this, âThereâs nothing between me and Sirius. Well, like weâre friends, obviously, but you know thereâs nothing more.â Lily shrugged, a slight curl to her lips as she continued making drinks. âLils, please. He doesnât like me like that. It would never happen and honestlyâŠâ you grabbed a few glasses in your hands, âIâm coming to terms with that.â You were not coming to terms with it. But it would be far easier than having all your friends thinking youâre hopelessly pining after him. What doesnât help is Lilyâs next response, âI dunno, babes. I could see the two of you together.â She slid the back door open with her elbow before walking back onto the deck, calling out that drinks were ready.
That one comment had you reeling, overanalyzing every interaction and conversation you had ever had with Sirius. You barely even registered that he spoke to you when you handed him his drink before taking your seat in the lawn chair next to his. You glanced his way when you felt his stare after a moment, âSorry, Siri, did you say something?â Sirius smiled sweetly at you, a hint of something you couldnât read in his eyes, âJust a thanks for the drink, love.â The commonplace pet name had your cheeks aflame but you prayed to Merlin the light of the bonfire hid the evidence.Â
As the night went on and the drinks flowed, everyone was eventually corralled inside for what James called a âmandatory game of beer pongâ after Lily agreed to play (and be his partner) with the promise that everyone would play âthe muggle wayâ, no use of magic for assistance. Everyone agreed and placed their wands on the counter and paired up, you finding yourself partnered with Sirius. Remus stated he would be the officiant to âhelp keep Sirius and James in line and following the rulesâ much to their promises to play cleanly. âReady, partner?â Sirius called you up to the table, dropping the ping pong ball in one of the cups closest to him. You nodded, a tight lip smile on your lips to try and help hide the nerves that were brewing inside.Â
You looked across the table at Lily and James, the red head trying to conceal her smirk as she looked from you to Sirius and back. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile before Sirius started smack talking James. âOh youâre in for it now, Potter. You and your little Lilly flower are cute and all, but youâre no match for me and y/n/n here, isnât that right, love?â Sirius held his hand out palm up, clearly waiting for you to slap it. You gave him a high five and a small nervous laugh, âY-yeah, right.âÂ
To your surprise Sirius was actually correct; James and Lily were horrible at beer pong, but you and Sirius looked like seasoned champions. The game against them went rather quickly, James sulking against Lilly on the couch as Marlene and Dorcus re-racked the red cups. This game proved to be a little more difficult, the girls being able to really go toe to toe with you and Sirius, you were down to two cups left to sink, while Marlene and Dorcus only had three cups. Marlene stood tall at the end of the table, ping pong ball in hand. She closed one eye, Dorcus semi-slurring encouragements to her before Marlene gave the ball a light toss.Â
You watched as the ball arched in the air coming down towards one of the last three cups. The ball began the swirl around the rim of the cup and your next actions were more on instinct than real knowledge or skill of the game. You bent down near the cup, giving a quick blow of air near the ball before watching the physics of the combination making the ball jump from the cup and land back onto the table. Sirius let out a gleeful noise of shock, whereas Marlene and Dorcas began protesting, âHey! We said no magic! Remus, thatâs a foul we get that cup right?!â Sirius, however, was quick to go to your defense, âNuh-uh, there was no magic involved, thatâs just how good y/n/nâs blowing abilities are!âÂ
Your eyes widened in shock at his words, Dorcas rattling off a teasing remark before Sirius could correct himself, âOh? And how would you know about her blowing abilities, Black?â The drinks were getting to you slightly, a small giggle bubbling from your throat as Sirius tried his best to defend himself, âI, wellâŠerm, thatâs not what I meantâŠI-I mean,â he turned to face you, his eyes half lidded as they made contact with yours, âDonât you look at me like that, love.â A lazy smile adorned your face, âIâm not looking at you any kind of way, Siri.âÂ
Sirius shook his head in disagreement, âYouâre giving me those eyes.â You batted your eyelashes a few times, âIâm not giving you any special eyes. Besides, if youâre wanting to know about my abilities, you can just tell me.â Siriusâs eyes widened before he let out a huff of air through his nose, âNo, I donât, I want to- I mean, you did the, the thing- and then Dorcus said what she said and so I just - I, erm, n-no Iâm good.â While you laughed a little at his stumbling, you couldnât deny the pit growing in your stomach the longer he tried to find nice ways to essentially reject your playful advance.Â
Luckily you didnât have to hide your dejection for long as you and Sirius lost to the girls and now your solemn look could be explained by the loss of the game instead of the loss of any chance you had with Sirius. You gave him a half-hearted smile before going to find a seat on one of the couches as James and Lily went to play against the winners. You only half paid attention the game, every interaction with Sirius from the night playing back over and over in your mind. Why did he have to be so bloody hard to read?Â
To even get you on this trip in the first place he said he needed you there. But you donât speak two words to each other in any capacity until everyone arrived at Jamesâs manor. Even there it was only long glances, which could have been strictly initiated by you. Although you could have sworn he was already looking your way one or two times when you made eye contact. Here at the cabin you knew his drink, because of course you did. Was he teasing you earlier when he asked?
But he also winked at you. And heâs been calling you love, and made that comment about your âblowing skillsâ. But he does make dirty jokes a lot. You really would be a perfect couple though, all of your friends told you so whenever you talked about him, sometimes even when you didnât talk about him. People wouldnât say that to you just to be mean to you, I mean, these were your best friends. But he also essentially rejected your flirtatious advances. Why was this so hard to-Â
A ring clad hand was waving in front of your face causing you to blink several times before refocusing on the object of your delusional thoughts. Sirius had his ever present charming grin, a special glint in his hooded eyes, âCaught you daydreaming about me again, didnât I, love?â Maybe it was the liquid courage, but the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, âDonât be mean, Sirius.âÂ
Sirius quirked an eyebrow, âWhat do you-â Rather ungracefully, you cut him off, âJust because you know I have a crush on you doesnât mean you can tease me like everyone else does. Itâs honestly humiliating enough.â Siriusâs once smirking features changed to that of confusion, âItâs humiliating to have a crush on me?â You groaned in frustration, covering your face with your hands before looking down at your feet, âYes, Sirius, itâs humiliating to have a raging crush on someone that clearly has no interest or feelings toward me beyond platonic friendship.âÂ
The cool metal of his rings felt like ice against your flamed skin as he forced you to look at him, âWho said my feelings were strictly platonic?â You opened your mouth to respond before quickly closing it again. You sat up straighter then, Siriusâs hand dropping from your chin, âWell, you did, you said that. Back during the game, when Dorcus was teasing us and I asked if thatâs what you wanted. You basically stumbled over a way to tell me you were uninterested in my advances.âÂ
His melodic laugh filled your ears. You were ready to smack him for being so rude before he started giving you a viable response. âSweetheartâŠI wasnât trying to reject you,â you looked up to meet his eyes once more as he continued, âI responded that way because you had me flustered, youâŠkind of always make me feel that way.â He scratched the back of his head nervously, âI didnât really know how to respond properly when Dorcus made that remark. And, erm, I didnât want to make you feel uncomfortable by admitting I probably, erm, wouldnât mind finding out how good your,â he gulped slightly, âabilities are.âÂ
Your gaze fell to his lips before meeting his eyes once more; Sirius bit his lip, trying to hold back what you were sure was a shit-eating smirk. His hand cupped your cheek gently, âCan I?â You gave a small nod as you leaned in, Sirius closing the remaining distance before capturing your lips with his. This was not a fiery, passionate, kiss. But soft, gentle and sweet. His lips slotted against yours as though they were always meant to be there.Â
His fingers entangled slightly in your hair, pulling you closer to him. You braced yourself with a hand on his thigh. A small whimper drifted from Siriusâs throat at the extra physical contact, wanting to fuel you further. What felt like two small, solid objects pelted both you and Sirius, causing you both to pull away from each other in confusion. âDonât partners usually only make out when they win a game, not when they lose?â Marlene teased lightly. You looked over at Lilly who gave you a wink. One thing was for sure, you were not going to doubt her again.
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Hello! Can I request oneshot with Eddie and virgin reader?
Something like when they're talking casually and she confesses that she feels so insecure about being virgin at her age (22) when everyone she knows has boyfriends/girlfriends and had first sex a long time ago. But she hasn't even kissed anyone and she doesn't know how it works.
(She has also a big crush on Eddie but she's shy about it)
How do you think Eddie would react?
It's so personal for me but if you're not comfortable with this idea it's okay âșïž
Thank you for your time!
hi! sorry for how long it took! I didn't want to write something too too similar to Eddie's Notes, so it took me a minute to think something up, hope thats okay!
also this is my first request!! thank you! I hope you like it :)
it's not too explicit but 18+ only please!
wc: 2.4k+
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âHow much do you wanna bet theyâll be fucking within the hour?â Eddie whispers, leaning in close enough for you to hear him.
âHuh?â you reply, catching Eddieâs gaze. He nods back to the couple youâve both been sparring glances at ever since you sat down.
You and Eddie stopped at the diner to get late dinner after hanging out with the group at Steveâs house. He was just going to drive you home, but he insisted he was starving and you both had to stop for food. Youâre not complaining, youâve always had quite the soft spot for Eddie and more time with him is always welcomed.
You both sat at the back of the diner on the same side of the booth as Eddie insisted it was the best spot for people watching. Sitting in the other back corner of the restaurant was some girl you hardly recognized from high school and a guy who you assumed was her date.
To you, it looked innocent. They both sat on the same side of the booth, probably doing the same thing you and Eddie were doing. Their shoulders were just barely touching and they were making quick, shy glances at one another. To you, you thought that maybe it was a first date due to their nervousness, so for Eddie to think theyâll be fucking within the hour⊠you couldnât help but look at him in pure confusion.Â
âHis handâs been on her thigh the whole night and sheâs been slowly inching it up, see,â he explains in a low voice, motioning down to under their table. You spare another glance and just as he said, their hands are just nearing the hem of her skirt.Â
âI didnât notice,â you say quietly, refocusing your attention on your food, picking at your fries.
To you, they looked innocent. You thought their nervousness was because it was a first date. What a stupid thing to think.
âLook, look,â Eddie says excitedly, leaning further into you, laying his arm across the back of the booth. You glance over as the guy's hand fully travels under the girlâs skirt.Â
âEddie, I can't watch that,â you say, turning away out of embarrassment for yourself and the couple.
âWhatâs wrong? Never fooled around in public before?â he teases, his arm behind you coming forward just enough to nudge your shoulder.
âNo,â you say quietly, throwing down the fry youâve been swirling around on your plate before crossing your arms over your chest.Â
âWhat?â he laughs and you shrug.Â
No, you havenât fooled around in public. You havenât fooled around, full stop. Not even a kiss. Not even a hand hold. Not in public nor in private. Nothing.Â
âYouâre telling me you havenât gone on a date and the guy hasnât gotten a little handsy with you?â Eddie teases further.
Youâd have to go on dates for someone to get handsy with you. You shrug again, just faintly shaking your head. You turn your face away from Eddie only to be met with the sight of the guy's hand all the way up the girl's skirtâ something you really donât want to see. You redirect your gaze forward, having nowhere else to look at this point.Â
âI donât believe you,â he laughs, hand nudging your shoulder again. You shrug again, sighing heavily.Â
âEddie. I donât go on dates,â you say, flatly.Â
âMe neither really. I guess, itâs kind of an old school thing,â he says, taking a sip of his drink. He clearly doesnât understand what you mean. You brave a glance at Eddie. You like him. You have for a while.
âEddie, can I tell you something really embarrassing?â
He sets his drink down, and while you go back to avoiding his gaze, you can tell heâs making every attempt to meet yours. You look at him for a split second before looking down at the table once again.
âYeah, of course,â he says quietly. You can feel his hand grazing your shoulder, fingers just barely brushing over your skin. As nervous and embarrassed as you are to say what youâre about to say, his light, gentle contact is sort of relaxing, soothing in a way. Eddieâs always been kind, you know he wonât be mean about it, thatâs just not in his nature, but itâs still something youâre insecure about.Â
âI donât go on dates, or do anything like that,â you say, nodding your head over to the couple. His eyebrows raise before he relaxes into a light laugh, like he expected you to say something different maybe.Â
âOkay⊠not everyoneâs into public stuff, itâs fine,â he smiles. His hand settles completely on your shoulder and that gives you the courage to just blurt it all out.Â
âIâm a virgin, Eddie,â you say, hushing your voice.Â
âOh?â he says, in a short sort of quiet gasp. If you thought he expected you to say something else earlier, you can tell that he really didnât expect you to say that.
âYeah,â you hum, hoping heâll give you some other reaction other than his blank stare.
âOh,â he says again, his eyes shifting down to your crossed arms before back up to meet your gaze. You cower under his look, regretting saying anything.Â
âIâm sorry. I donât know why I said that. Itâs so embarrassing.â You say, shifting in the seat, not sure if you want to get up and leave or just hope that the earth opens up and swallows you whole. Eddieâs hand on your shoulder grows more firm, keeping you still.
âNoâ no. Iâm just... I didnât know. Is it⊠like, on purpose?â he asks tentatively, keeping his tone soft.
âNo,â you answer, shrinking into yourself as the burning from your cheeks turns into your whole body lighting aflame.Â
âHey, itâs okay,â he says, leaning into you, his hand on your shoulder pulling you in closer to him at the same time.Â
The couple draw both yours and Eddieâs attention as the girl giggles loudly. When you look over at them, theyâre both quickly shuffling out of their booth. The guy wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a kiss before taking her hand and guiding her out of the restaurant. It makes your stomach sink because thatâs exactly what youâve never had and itâs mocking you right to your face.Â
âItâs not okay, Eddie, itâs embarrassing. Like, thatââ you say, motioning to the direction that the couple just left in. âThatâs what normal people my age do. Everyoneâs had relationships and I havenât done anything,â you say hastily, feeling entirely too fed up with yourself for being in this situation. Itâs hard to not be upset with yourself when people around you are constantly reminding you how behind you are, even without them knowing it.Â
Eddie squeezes your shoulder lightly. âI think you forget who youâre talking to right now,â he laughs.
âEddie, youâre not a virgin,â you state.
âNo, but I was. For a long time. Nobody was exactly lining up to get with the satanic super senior freak,â he says, adding emphasis to the names heâs been called over the years. You know heâs just saying this stuff to make you feel better about yourself, and it makes you feel worse. He shouldnât have to put himself down. Eddieâs the best and itâs not fair for him to do that.Â
âYeah, but youâre not a âsatanic super senior freakâ. Youâre cool, youâre in a band, youâre attractive. So many people would be lucky to be with you. It's different, youâre hot and funnyâ and youâre not 22 years old and still a virgin,â you blurt out, squeezing your folded arms over your chest harder. You shift in your seat again, contemplating getting up, but Eddieâs hand on your shoulder pulls you in even closer to him until your shoulder meets the edge of his chest and your hip meets his.
âHey. Itâs okay. Iâm not judging you, youâre fine,â he says, softly.
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âIâm serious. If that experience hasnât happened yet, itâs no big deal.â
You deflate into yourself, feeling the embarrassment burn hot inside of you. Eddie shifts, facing you but you keep your head down, avoiding his gaze. His free hand landing on your thigh startles you, making you look up at him in surprise. Youâre met with a soft smile, like he knew that would get your attention.Â
âYou know, youâre attractive too. Very pretty. Just because some idiot hasnât made the moves on you yet, doesnât mean you arenât.â
âDonât say stuff just to be nice,â you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat for an entirely different reason.Â
âIâm serious. I wouldnât lie to you. Youâre smart, and funny, and I like being around you,â he says, leaning in even closer, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek.
âEddie, I havenât even kissed someone before,â you say, turning to him abruptly. You're nearly nose to nose with him, and it makes your heart beat too fast. You pull back a few inches, looking at Eddie but his gaze stays low on your face.
âIs it a bad time for me to say Iâve been dying to kiss you?â he asks, eyes still lingering low, and you suddenly realize itâs your lips heâs focusing on.
âWhat?â you say, your brows pinching in confusion.Â
âI want to kiss you,â he repeats with clarity, eyes meeting yours. You shake your head, surely this is a joke.Â
âStop making fun of me,â you huff, uncrossing your arms. You put your hand over Eddieâs to pry it from your thigh. He letâs go, taking your hand in his instead, making you stop dead in your tracks.
âWhy do you think I brought you here? Why do you think weâre sitting in the back of the diner?â he says, raising his brows. âAnd itâs not just because I wanted to spy on the couple who was practically fucking back here.â
âI donât know.âÂ
âBecause Iâve been dying to kiss you. Itâs awfully hard to get you alone, you know?â he says. He smiles at you softly, squeezing your hand in his. Your stomach flutters. Youâve thought about this moment, wanted it so badlyâ yet something inside of you still holds you back.Â
âI donât know how,â you say, feeling flustered. He squeezes your hand, dipping his face to meet your gaze.
âItâs easy, just come closer,â he whispers. You do as he says and he hums lowly. His hand on your shoulder moves to the back of your head, keeping you moving into him at a steady pace and he inches forward, meeting you in the middle.Â
You let your eyes flutter shut, and you feel his lips on yours, light as a feather. He presses into you more firmly, and when his lips start to move, you freeze up, not knowing what to do. His hand on the back of your head moves to your neck, caressing you softlyâ like an encouragement. He slows down and you take the leap, following his lead. You match his pace, moving your lips like he does, copying the movements, and he hums againâ like a praise this time.Â
âEasy, isnât it?â he says, just barely moving away from your lips.Â
âYeah,â you agree breathily, feeling like your whole body is tingling.Â
âYouâre a natural,â he says. You feel his breath against your lips and you donât know if you want to run away or lean in for more. He doesnât give you the chance either way before heâs tugging you closer to his chest so your head rests on his shoulder. His hand guides you to look up at him.
âI like you for you. Not the experiences you have or havenât had,â he says, meeting your gaze. His words make your stomach explode with butterflies but your head stops you from letting yourself believe his sentiment.Â
âDonât you think itâs embarrassing though?â you ask.
âWould you think it was embarrassing if it were the other way around? Would you like me less if I were a virgin?â
âNo,â you reply honestly. You would never like Eddie less for something superficial like that. The way he looks at you so softly is a testament to how good he is, you wouldnât like him any less even if he were a virgin.Â
âThings happen at different times for people. Iâm sure youâve done all kinds of things I havenât done before⊠like graduating on your first try,â he says with a smirk.
âDonât put yourself down just to make me feel better,â you say, leaning further up towards him, squinting your eyes into a glare so he knows youâre serious.Â
He laughs at you, nodding his head gently before continuing.âIâm just saying, sex isnât the end all be all of who you are. Not to sound preachy, but itâs only embarrassing if you let it embarrass youâ and it shouldnât. At all. Ever,â he emphasizes, rubbing his hand against your side. His lips quirk up into a smirkâone youâre familiar with and know that it typically means heâs up to no good. âAnd if you ever want to not be a virgin, Iâm right here,â he says, digging his fingers into your ribs, making you laugh.Â
It was a jokeâ him being there if you ever wanted to not be a virgin, but then it was the truth. When Eddie drove you home, he helped you brush up on your kissing skills. Right before you went inside for the night, he asked you on a date.Â
While it didnât happen that night or even that week, it did happen eventually. And when it did, Eddie was slow with you. He was patient with you, and made sure you were comfortable the whole time. Youâve always heard the romanticized versions of people losing their virginity, and how it was so perfect, and this or that, but with Eddie, it really was. He was someone you cared for and trusted and thatâs what made it perfect.Â
He quelled all your negative thoughts. He made sure you knew that your sex life didnât dictate who you were. What experiences you had or didnât have doesnât make you or break you.
He took you on a date, he kissed you, held your hand, held you. He took you on more dates, called you his, did all the things you dreamt aboutâ the things you were worried you would never get.Â
Everything you hadnât done, you did with Eddie. For a long time you thought you were missing out. In some ways, maybe you were, but if you had to choose, youâd do it all over again exactly the same, as long as youâd get to do it all over again with Eddie.Â
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thank you again!
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