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i wish i hated you | max verstappen
pairing: actress!reader x max verstappen
summary: max has an open relationship but he starts falling for you, compromising his relationship and your reputation
fc: havana rose liu
warnings: so i know this is not technically how open relationships work however for plot purposes this is how i will portray this one specifically
a/n: this fic shouldnât have took me as long as it took me to write but whatever, max won in brazil after an incredible race and he deserves all the flowers đĽš
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f1gossip red bull driver max verstappen was seen with actress y/n y/l/n together in new york during the winter break
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⌠IDLE HANDS (Kuroo x f!reader)
Shameless, you think. Unsure if you mean him or yourself when you narrow the distance between you two.
a/n: little something for @husbandograveyard ⥠writing this made me a Kuroo girlie. i get it now. i really, REALLY do. also when i started writing this i was aiming for 1k or so idk what possessed me but here we are. maybe listening to bouncy while writing this wasn't the best idea (lie)
tags: f!reader, mild enemies to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, shameless flirting, food mention, bit of a slow burn, they're so in love your honor
wc: 3.7k
Kuroo Tetsuro is a heartthrob.
With his stupid messy hair and his stupid rolled up sleeves, showing off his stupid toned arms while heâs mumbling stupid sweet things to your favorite cat thatâs currently coiling underneath his stupid big hand, getting the best belly rubs of her life from the looks of it.Â
Itâs not like youâre jealous or something, no; itâs just that youâve been coming to this cat cafĂŠ for a year now and you thought you and the calico shared a special bond. Maru, who is just as her name implies, very round and very soft, has been sitting and purring by your side while you spend hours typing page after page of your next book. Sheâd also stretch out all over your laptop and remind you to take a break when youâve been going at it for hours. Yes, it took you some bribery to win her heart but over the past months she really warmed up to you. Wow, she usually isnât this friendly with people, you remember the cafĂŠ owner say once.Â
What a blatant lie.Â
Your peace has been disturbed. A slight shift in the universe when he showed up for the first time merely a week ago. It was easy to remember him, because he was sitting in your spot with your favorite cat purring in his lap, looking like he didnât have a single worry in the world except maybe that untamed hair of his (and even this was kind of charming, you had to admit begrudgingly).
Sharing usually wasnât a big deal for youâuntil it was. You come to this cat cafĂŠ almost every day, feeling much more inspired to write here than in the shoebox you call your apartment at the other end of town. Your landlady doesnât allow pets, so this place has been a lifeline in the tiring times of deadlines and rejected book deals. At the end of the day there was always a cat rubbing against your legs, reminding you that not everything was bad and that no matter how severe things got, there was always a kitty waiting to be picked up.
You hold this place very dear to your heart, a secret gem you felt a need to protect. It is hidden away in a side street, far from the hectic buzz of the city. The interior is cozy, it isnât too big and the owner, an elderly lady with candy cotton hair and knuckle tattoos, lives upstairs and treats the place like her second living room with all six of her cats. Thereâs never too many other guests around and in the corner seat by the window you can unravel your thoughts quietly. It feels homey, something you havenât felt in a long time.
But now there is an intruder in a business suit and you didnât really know how to deal with that new found irritation.
âThatâs my spot.â
Balancing your laptop, notebook, a slice of carrot cake and a hot drink in one hand, all manners aside, you point at the stranger with your other. In your right mind you know it is rude to point at people, but to be fair he kinda started it by sitting where you rightfully belong. His eyes, a certain gleam in them, follow your movement down to the cat curled up on top of his thighs. With the amount of cat hair sticking to his suit pants you could only pray for him that he had a lint roller somewhere at his desk.Â
He cocks his head to the side, giving you a boyish smirk that maybe would make your heart skip a beat if it wasnât for his audacity.Â
âUsually I ask someoneâs name first and take them on a few dates before I let them sit in my lap, but I guess I can make an exception,â he replies and you never in your life before wanted to strangle someone so badly. If that wasnât already worse enough, the tuxedo cat lifts its small head and slowly blinks at you before jumping down from his lap, as if it was trying to make space for you. My bad, didnât know this seat was taken. Here, girl, you have it.
For once in your life youâre too stunned to speak. You watch the stranger check his watch and let out an almost inaudible sigh before he grabs his backpack (one that looks like he has had it since high school) and stands up to full height. Heâs in your space now and you have to crank your neck slightly to meet his eyes. Mentally youâre adding stupidly tall to your list of things you hate about him.Â
âGotta get back to work. Iâll see you tomorrow.âÂ
True to his words he is there the next day, too. This time around you managed to secure your spot by the window, three cats idly sleeping next to you on. Youâve been stuck on a paragraph for almost an hour now when the doorbell chimes and his figure appears at the counter. The cats look up with interest but you force yourself not to pay any attention to him, which is hard when his order is literally âIâll have whatever she is havingâ, followed by a nod in your direction and this cheeky smile again.Â
This damn smile.
âYou didnât strike me as a dirty chai drinker,â you deadpan when he takes a seat at the table next to yours. The cafĂŠ is almost empty around this time of the day, which is no surprise since most of the workers in this district are having a hearty meal for lunch and not whatever sweet delicacies this place is offering.Â
He peels himself out of his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. The same cat as yesterday jumps into his lap immediately after he sits down, giving you a look of âif you donât want him, Iâll take himâ and you almost roll your eyes. Kuroo (you learn his name from the ID he is wearing around his neck) seems to notice and he grins at you.Â
âThen what did I strike you as?â he asks, his chin resting in one hand while his other finds the soft fur of the kitty, stroking it gently.Â
You look him up and down, now taking your time while stretching out the silence between you two. Only the purring of the cats and the soft music in the background could be heard. At first glance he seems like your typical office worker in the three piece suit who spends his time filling out spreadsheets and drinking cheap vending-machine coffee from the conbini next door. Everything a little rumpled, himself included, someone so used to tristesse he doesnât even notice it anymore.Â
Only at second glance do you notice the small wrinkles around his eyes, not from age but from laughter. The dimples when he smiles down at the tuxedo cat in his lap, now showing off its belly. His calloused hands, atypical for an office worker, more like youâd see them at craftsmen or athletes. Something in his eyes that radiates warmth and an air of calm confidence. None of it is unpleasant.
âIf I had to guess, maybe three espresso with a pump of caramel and honey,â you say, more to yourself than to him. Kuroo looks at you in surprise before barking out a laugh. You hate how you like the sound of it.
Itâs the beginning of spring and you award Kuroo Tetsuro the title of the greatest nuisance youâve ever met.
In the midst of summer, you pity him.Â
âIâm just saying that maybe you radiate a natural fragrance of catnip,â you say as you stir your iced oat milk latte. Kuroo got you that one when he popped in during his lunch break and saw that your glass must have been empty for a while. By that time you were hunched over your laptop, trying to decipher your notes from last night. You had saved him a seat at your table, but if he asked you, youâd say you just happened to put all your belongings on one chair and nothing more.
The man is swarmed by the cats of the cafĂŠ. They didnât even bother to hide who their favorite is, rubbing around his legs, sitting pressed to his side or just straight up climbing his shoulders. It wouldâve been enviable if he wasnât already sweating from wearing a suit in the humid heat of the summer month alone.Â
âCan you get at least one or two off me?â he asks and his tone is close to pleading. It makes you laugh as you stretch out in your light sundress, giving him a look as if youâre contemplating his question.Â
âI could, but itâs really much funnier seeing you struggle like that. Serves you well,â you chime and pull out your phone, snapping a photo of this moment. You hold it up for him to see, a kitty phone charm dangling from it (they just happened to come in a pack of two and you gifted him one out of generosity, nothing more). He snatches it from your hands and makes a face.
âSo you like seeing me suffer, is that how it is?â he snarls at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His slender fingers fly over the screen of your phone and you let out a small gasp.
âDonât you dare delete it,â you huff and grab the orange tabby mercifully off his shoulders so you can lean over him better.Â
âRelax. Iâm only saving my contact info since you never bothered asking me for it despite being my constant for the past three months.â Â
There was this cheeky smile again. You blame the flutter of your heart on the caffeine and not the way his pupils are dilating when he gazes at you.Â
He loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. Suddenly youâre very aware of how close youâre leaning over at him. Kuroo gives you a little glance from the corner of his eyes and taps the now revealed side of his neck.Â
âWhat do you say? Do I really smell like catnip?âÂ
Shameless, you think. Unsure if you mean him or yourself when you narrow the distance between you two. You can feel the heat radiating off him and for a brief moment you wonder what it would feel like to press open mouth kisses on his skin. Your eyes flutter shut as you engrave this moment into your heart.Â
âDefinitely irresistible,â you murmur once you pull backâreluctantly, as if a hidden part of you ached to be in his proximity, in the inside of his soul. Â
By autumn you miss him on the days when he was gone.Â
He traveled quite a lot. You didnât know one would need to be on the road so much for something as simple as volleyball (you can imagine the look heâd give you over this). But he was passionate about it and thatâs also something you liked about him. The way he talks about the sport holds so much love and you wonder what it would feel like to be loved by a man like Kuroo Tetsuro.
Gentle, you think. Honest. Treasured.
A tap against the window pulls you out of your thoughts and when you look up, you're met with a pair of honey glazed eyes. Whatever he sees when he looks at you, itâs making him grin from ear to ear before he hurries towards the entry door, eager to meet you again.
Kuroo is holding up a bag, some brand of sweets from Hokkaido heâs been texting you about, but you didnât think heâd actually go so far and bring you some. He sounds breathless when he speaks, as if he rushed all the way to get here and when he keeps on rambling, you order him and yourself a hot matcha boba and a chocolate mousse to share.Â
The cats are happy to see him back too, and you laugh when you help him take his scarf off before some kitty claws can tangle up in it. It was a precious gift after all, one you knitted for him, under the feeble excuse of âkeeping my hands busy helps me come up with ideas for my writing processâ. It makes you happy to see him wearing it, and the color makes you feel as if you took the red string of fate connecting you two and turned it into something to help him stay warm.
You think a lot about kissing him now. Sometimes your hands would brush against each other on the table, neither of you pulling away. He spends his lunch breaks with you and comes to pick you up from the cafĂŠ in the evening, walking you to your station. The two of you still bicker at each other, but underneath lies a certain kind of softness, one that feels too fickle to put it into words just yet but also too bright to ignore. The leaves of the trees are falling and so are you.Â
With winter comes snow and the quiet realization that maybe, just maybe, itâs unadulterated love.Â
You spend a lot of time huddled together in the corner by the window now. He looks over your shoulder when you type on your laptop, one arm resting idly on the back of your chair, fingertips brushing against your spine sometimes. You donât think he even notices when he lets them run up and down there. Often you forget which cups on the table belong to who but it doesnât matter since you order the same things anyway and because this could count as an indirect kiss, right?Â
On some days heâd just close his eyes and laze next to you, with his head resting on his folded arms on the table and your fingers idly weaving through his hair, before he had to hurry back to work. On others he would tell you excitedly about a special match he was organizing and you can hear the pure joy in his voice. Itâs contagious.You get them now, the cats. How drawn they are to him, like chasing sunbeams.Â
He spells L-O-V-E on your back with his fingertips and something inside of you softens.Â
Then thereâs snow, more snow than youâve ever seen in your entire life, and Kuroo comes to pick you up early, the tip of his ears bright red and his cold hands seeking yours to warm them up.Â
âIâm really sorry but Iâm closing the shop early today,â the cafĂŠ owner apologizes and puts a box of cinnamon rolls for you on your table. âYou two kittens better hurry and get home, too. On the radio they said theyâre gonna shut everything down soon.â
It canât be that bad, you think. But when Kuroo and you stand in front of the closed station, it dawns on you that maybe youâve underestimated the amount of snow a teeny tiny bit. You huddle a little closer to him for warmth and to shield yourself against the snow as you pull out your phone.Â
âIf thereâs no more trains running, I better start looking for a place to stay. With some luck thereâs still a few vacant rooms in the hotels nearbyâŚâ
Kuroo puts a hand over your screen and gives you a stern look when you open our mouth to protest.Â
âYou can crash at my place for the night. I live close by," he mutters and it doesnât really leave room to decline his offer. Maybe itâs not really an offer to begin with; more of a silent pleading to stay. Not just for the duration of the snowstorm, but forever maybe.Â
His place is just like you imagined it would be like. Not overly spacious but it feels like a home in every corner. Thereâs photos on the wall, back from when he was a kid to his high school and college years, and pinned with a magnet to the fridge is also a polaroid he took of you back in summer. In it youâre laughing about something silly he said and youâre holding up two cats at once, one strap of your sundress almost slipping down your shoulder. You still remember how he fixed it for you because you didnât have a hand free and how his fingers lingered for longer than necessary.Â
You hope one day he wonât pull his hand away anymore.
The apartment is certainly not messy but you can see he lives in this place, with some papers scattered across the coffee table and the unmade bed and the slightly concerning stock of buldak noodles in the kitchen shelves (in which you peeked out of curiosity into while he was in the shower). You imagine yourself living here, too. Maybe youâd get a cat on your own and plants for the balcony once this winter was over.Â
The laundry machine rumbles quietly in the background after you step out of the bathroom, too. It wasnât just the steamy shower that had your cheeks feel hot, it was also his clothes that he put out for you, with his scent lingering on them and engulfing you softly. Kuroo appears with two cups from the kitchen and pauses when he sees you, his mouth opening and closing again as his eyes flicker over your form. He doesnât want to stare but also he does want to stare, wants to drink you in and memorize every detail of this moment.Â
You can see his Adam's apple bop slightly when he swallows and nods over to the couch, and itâs at this moment that you know youâre not leaving this apartment again before every inch of your skin has been plastered in kisses.Â
âItâs not as good as the oneâs at the cafĂŠ but I tried my best for my special guest,â he laughs quietly when he hands you your cup, his fingers brushing against yours. The hot chocolate looks impossibly sweet, with whipped cream and sprinkles on top (theyâre not ordinary sprinkles, you realize, but tiny cat shaped ones), and the first sip wouldâve been enough to send you in some higher spheres if you werenât in a state of bliss due to his proximity already. You put the cups to cool down on the coffee table and sink into the couch.Â
Outside the snow is falling relentlessly, muffling the sounds of the outside world and opening up a new one, right here in these four walls.
In his arms.Â
Without realizing you both settled down in your now familiar positions, only closer this time. Huddled next to each other, with one of his arms around your shoulder drawing you nearer to him. It feels natural, the way your head comes to rest against his shoulder and your legs thrown over his lap, the two of you sharing a blanket.Â
Heâs warm. Kuroo is so warm.Â
And when he presses a fleeting kiss on top of your head itâs like everything is falling in place; the months of pining and yearning and unspoken desire. In the midst of a snowstorm both of your hearts are set ablaze, with a tenderness you havenât experienced in this lifetime before. You sure hope he will find you in the next and the one after that as well because you never want to miss his embrace ever again.Â
âThatâs my spot,â you murmur and Kuroo laughs, the kind with his head tilted back and his chest rumbling. His grip around you tightens and he pulls you impossibly closer, till youâre really in his lap now, your head tucked under his chin.Â
âDamn right it is.âÂ
You can feel his heart drum, or maybe itâs your own thatâs doing somersaultsâeither way, itâs the same rhythm, a steady thrumming and rattling, begging to be felt. Time seems to freeze at this moment and youâre both quiet. Catâs got your tongue. Kuroo has both arms around you now, and one of his hands settles on your waist, at the part where your sweatshirt is bunched up a little. His thumb draws small patterns against your bare skin, his touch featherlight and gentle.
You lift your head, only enough so you can catch his gaze. For the first time in your life you understand what it means to have your heart in your throat, because he takes your breath away with a simple glance. His other hand comes to rest against your cheek, cupping your face softly while his grip around your waist tightens a fraction.
âStop looking at me like that,â he mutters and you can see his sharp teeth flash in the corner of your eyes when he laughs.Â
âLike what?â âYou know what.â âI think Iâll need to have it spelled out for me.â
He laughs again and this time he leans in closer till his breath is fanning over your skin and everything is happening all at once. Honey and caramel eyes asking you to drown in them. The heat of his body mingling with yours. Your fingers playing with the shaved part of hair in the back of his neck, sending small shivers down his spine.
âOh, Iâll spell it out for you alright.â
Kuroo kisses you with all the gentleness of the world. It feels as natural as if he had done this countless times before, as if he had kissed you in every life prior to that. He hums into the kiss and smiles when your lips part for him so willingly, and then he deepens the kiss in a way that makes you forget your name for a heartbeat or two.Â
Sweet, you think. Soft and saccharine. And warm. So warm. The same what loving Kuroo feels like.
#hq x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo fluff#hq fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu reader insert#haikyuu imagines
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considering changing my url but like what even to. yourbutchboyfriend?
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DO ITTT
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alright :3 here goes nothing
#anything for you
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man why does the doctor always act like i don't know what sex is? i'm 17 not 7 lol
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He does the same with me! It's so utterly infuriating, why does he think just because I'm young I don't know what an orgy is?
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I do believe he views all humans as deeply immature. I am nearing fifty now and he still patronises me whenever we meet.
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You're FIFTY??? No wonder the Doctor refuses to talk to you about such matters, that's practically cradle snatching. Or grooming.
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hey didn't you lie about your age the first time you met the doctor? also you are literally 120. TIME TOT âď¸
âď¸ icemaiden Follow
And you are literally a mass murderer. Go away.
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you are like a little baby. watch this
*dies in his arms and he cries because he loves me unlike you who he could never love*
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are you guys done yet or
#man what the fuck #is this like. time lord flirting
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Tell me why the Rassilon character study I was just reading has an author's note that says "Sorry I haven't updated in decades, I got kidnapped and tortured by Daleks for twenty years!" Are all Mo3 users like this or is it just r*negades
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Isn't this what happened to the president of Gallifrey?
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First of all, get off my post, I specifically have it in my DNI that humans are blocked on sight. Second of all,
WHAT?
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well what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament dare i ask
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None of those words are in the Matrix.
#What in Rassilon's name is a sacrament
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it's always the little things in life. for example today i discovered that the writer behind all those doctor/romana fics on mo3 is none other than romana herself
#but does she write anything about me #nooo #no she does not
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Having a lovely coffee date with Harry to celebrate twenty years of the Doctor abandoning me! For some reason Harry hates it when I phrase things this way
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Only 3 people died this time, it sounds terrible but I was hoping for something more interesting in all honesty
#the cafe didn't even explode or anything this time round #last time we had to pick up the dismembered bits of several corpses. much more fun #on the other hand Harry had to take his shirt off today (long story) #so that was fun #I mean it wasn't even really necessary but shhh he doesn't need to know that #eternally glad someone else is willing to put up with my nonsense (exploding fish-puma alien hybrids)
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nneed himmto fied merinto a pjper shrrder thrgn eastthe paper until wahts ke and whsts him is indenifinsble
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I think he should not do that. Get help.
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Repeat after me: your psychosexual obsession with an alien threat that wants to kill you is valid. Cosplaying as intergalactic mass murderers does not make you a bad person.
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if you make ONE MORE post glorifying cricket like this i may actually have to report you to the high council
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Wait Romana I didn't mean it I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I'll unexplode Adric please don't report me to the High Council
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i'm not angry, i'm just disappointed.
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I'm angry! Stop fucking bringing up Adric when clearly none of you care about him!
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what she said. be psychosexually obsessed with ME please please pretty please. i'll treat you right i won't report you to the high council i won't even kill you a little bit this time
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You are pathetic.
#if you died right now I wouldn't even be sad I would be overjoyed
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Secret Underneath Part 10 (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)
A/N: I bare you an angsty distraction for the day <3. I'm not going to add my Ko-Fi to this post because I want you to keep your money and use it today to do something that brings you peace.
This is your sign to go buy that venti cup of coffee, buy that book you've been wanting to read, or get that shirt you've been eyeing at the store. Go...be <3.
Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, of the rougher variety (they are letting off some steam), belt as handcuffs, after care always <3, FLUFF, they love her and she loves them
ANGST *does disco arms on a dance floor of angst*
Mediation begins so we get more insight on Gina, I don't go into detail of her claims (it doesn't matter anyway cause she be lyin!), the guys take her to an event where someone flirts with her (its someone they know and HATE), Y/N insists the guys use her since they've been keeping things in, near the end they talk about why they've been afraid to be rough with her when they are upset, go into a bit more of their relationship with her, cliffhanger ending (because I can :)) but I think you'll like this one.
Word Count: 5199
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This was a new experience for you when it came to the two men that you loved.Â
Today was the day of their mediation to hopefully get things resolved without having to fully go to court. They were dressed from head to toe in their more formal attire with Eddieâs hair pulled back into a ponytail and Steveâs fluffy mane slicked back away from his face.Â
Originally they didnât want you to go but at the last minute the rockstar insisted stating that he didnât want to hide any of this from you like they had tried to before.
âLike we said, sweetheart, we told you everything but sheâs probably going to get a bit more specific about certain things⌠we never did the things she claimed but we also werenât exactly good men.â
When Gina and her lawyers came in they both straightened up immediately.Â
You couldnât deny she was a beautiful woman with her long brown hair and fit physique that squeezed a bit too perfectly in her short pink dress that cut off just above her knee. For some reason you were under the impression that she was closer to your age but now that you were able to see her face to face you realized she was closer to theirs. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the room till they landed on you sitting quietly in the back closer to their side.Â
As she grinned wide and rose to her feet so did Steve before both lawyers grabbed each personâs wrist and mumbled something while Gina smirked his way. Even after she took her seat again it took the mogul a few more moments before he finally did the same.Â
Someone you assumed was a judge or at least in charge started to speak and read out instruction for this particular review. The entire time he spoke, their ex watched them like a lion waiting for prey. She was playing a game she intended to win even if it meant hurting them in the process.Â
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A couple of days after the mediation, both men were barely in the apartment and when they were you didnât want to push them. Occasionally, your hand would tenderly run along Steveâs shoulders as he worked and in response he would grab your palm to kiss the back before letting you go to focus again. When you noticed Eddie smoking on the balcony in his sweats but no jacket, you would bring one out to him but as you turned to go back inside, he would wrap his arms around you, bringing your back to his chest as he held you tightly.Â
Tonight was an event they couldnât ignore, hardly covering their distain as their stylist and her team came over to dress them and you up for the evening.Â
Just as they had before when you stepped out of the bedroom, both men froze as their eyes took you in. Since this wasnât exactly an elegant affair, Stephanie had you in a red dress that clung to your curves, showing off your arms and chest a bit more than you were used to.Â
âWhat do you think?â, you ask as you smooth the material around your stomach. âIâve never worn something that showed off my upper half like this.â
âYou look absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart.â, Eddie exhaled breathlessly as he stepped forward to caress your cheek making your eyes flutter at the intoxicating cologne that surrounded him. âAre you comfortable?â
âYeah, baby. I justâŚis there a sweater or jacket, Steph?â
The ever gentleman he was, Steve started to remove his own suit jacket before the stylist stepped forward to hand you a matching shawl to wrap around your shoulders.Â
âThank you.â
The mogul softly smiled your way as he tilted down to kiss your forehead.Â
âYou look beautiful, honey. We need to get you a necklace or something that you can wear. Not that it matters right now, I mean you look breathtaking as is. I was justââ
âSteve!â, you giggle as his friend lightly shoves his arm. âI knew what you meant.â
Eddieâs eyes suddenly light up as he abruptly runs towards the hallway and turns into what was once his old bedroom but was now being used as a place for him to play and record his music. Beaming widely, he saunters back down the hallway with his hands behind his back.Â
âClose your eyes.â Biting your lip, you do as he says, smiling just as widely as he had when you felt something cool and flat touch your chest. âI wore this in high school but obviously my jewelry game has gotten WAY better.â, he chuckles and backs away from you.Â
Glancing down, you fingers hold up the red guitar pick that was attached to the chain now clasped around your neck.Â
âWeâll obviously buy you some more prettier things butââ
Your lips cut him off before you tilt back and wipe away the lipstick that remained.Â
âThis is perfect, Eddie, thank you.â
***
You werenât sure what to expect this time around now that people knew you were with them but unless they said any different, you were going to do as you did before. This was their territory not yours and they knew how to navigate the sea of fame better then you ever could.Â
âDid you want to take pictures or would you rather wait inside?â, Steve asked as they waited in line to enter the building.Â
âYouâd take pictures with me?â
His eyes blinked as if you asked one of the most complicated questions he had ever heard.Â
âOf course, baby, but only if youâre comfortable.â
âIâŚI justâŚI donât know what to doâŚâ
âYou just stand there and look beautiful, princess.â, Eddie grinned.
âI donât want to embarrass you or anything.â
âWhat makes you think you would?â When you shrugged, the mogul saw the confidence they loved so much about you slowly receding from your eyes for fear of ruining something you perceived as important to them. His large palms cup your cheeks as he brings your lips to his and the sound of cameras clicking fill your ears. âAll that matters to me is you.â
Photographers scream their names as cameras continue to go off but neither of them moves except for Eddie who leans down to kiss you as well.Â
âWe can just walk right passed and go inside. You hold all the power here, baby girl, but no matter what we arenât doing thisâŚâ, he gestures towards the reporters. ââŚwithout you.â
Nodding, you take each boyâs hand and allow them to take over as they stand beside you to pose for photos. Occasionally the rockstar whispered something in your ear to make you laugh that helps to calm your nerves as your smile stretches wide across your face.Â
âMr. Munson, how are you feeling today? You look so happy!â, an interviewer asked enthusiastically.Â
âThank you. I am, I am. Iâm here with my best friend and this beautiful angel, I meanâŚâ, he chuckles as you blush. ââŚIâm an incredibly lucky man.â
âHow are you tonight, Y/N? You do look exceptionally beautiful! Letâs get a double take here.â, she encourages as you step back and Steve spins you 360 to show off your dress.Â
âThank you so much. Iâm good. Iâm nervous. Youâre my first ever interview so⌠you look gorgeous to. I love your earrings.â, you praise as she playfully shows them off for the camera behind her.Â
âOh, youâre so sweet. I look forward to many more interactions in the future.â
While you three step closer to the door something catches the mogulâs eye that has him tugging at his friendâs sleeve before both men pull you inside.Â
âEverything okay?â
âYeah, baby, you did amazing.â, he whispers as he leans down to kiss your cheek.Â
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Something in their mood changed as soon as you guys were finally in the building and sitting at the table as drinks were being served. On the walk there, they didnât let you drift too far, sticking by your side as they or you spoke to people around you.Â
While you were eating, they seemed to always have some part of their body on yours and seemed to be knocking back the champagne a bit more than you were.Â
âIâm going to run to the bathroom real fast.â, you whisper as you get to your feet.Â
âIâll walk youââ
âEddie, baby.â, you say as you place your palm on his shoulder to keep him seated. âI donât need an escort to pee, okay? Iâll be right back, I promise.â
He didnât seem at all calmed especially when you felt both their eyes watch you as disappeared down the hallway. After finishing your needs and adjusting the rockstarâs necklace around you, you give yourself one final pep talk as you head back into the fray.Â
âOw!â
âShit! Oh my god. I am so sorry! Are you alright?â, you ask frantically as you try to consol the young man you accidently hit with the bathroom door. âGod, Iâm such mess.â
âAh, no, no worries. Iâm alright. Got me pretty good there though.â, the boy chuckled as his palm rubbed his nose before taking note of your worried demeanor. âItâs ok. Iâm seriously alright, see? Iâd have lost my contract a long time ago if I couldnât take a few hits. Iâm Roman, Roman Hart.â, he grins as he extends his palm for you to shake.Â
As you provide him with your name the man laughs a bit harder.Â
âYou have no idea who I am, do you?â
âNo? Should I?â
âIâm a quarterback for the New York football team.â
âAh! Ok, yeah, still have no idea who you are.â, you giggle. âIâm not really into sports and the few players I do recognize are from my hometown. Well, it was nice meeting you and again, Iâm so sorry for hurting you.â
âNo worries.â, he grins. âMay I walk you back to your seat? Maybe, we can get to know each other a bit more and you can tell me your favorite guitarist.â
As he reaches out to delicately touch the guitar pick on your chest, something in his tone rubs you the wrong way as your smile falls.
âIâm ok, Mr. Hart, but I appreciate the offer.âÂ
Swiftly turning to leave him behind, you bump into a broad chest thatâs heavy breathing with anger and glance up to see Steveâs furious features.Â
âWhat are you doing, Roman?â
âHey, Steve. How areââ
âWHAT are you doing!?â
âJesus, old man. Take a breath.â At the manâs dismissive tone, the mogul started to step forward but you hastily put yourself between them as you place your palm on his chest. âThis beautiful woman here hit me in the face with the door on accident and we were just talking.â
âBullshit. Did she put you up to this?â
âWell, someoneâs paranoid.â
âAnd someoneâs a little bitch.â, Eddie growled the quarterbackâs way as he came up behind his friend. âDidnât think you were manipulatable enough to do Ginaâs bidding.â
At his words, Romanâs eyes squint as he glares at the rockstar.Â
âYouâre the football player she cheated on them with.â, you breathe as your own eyes close in frustration.Â
âIs it cheating when sheâs already fucking two guys? I guess not since she said you two could barely get it up for her let alone satisfy her.â, he sassed, this time causing Eddie to step towards him.Â
âNo.â, you scolded in your teacher tone hoping that was stronger than your arms because you were struggling to hold both men in their place. âGo away. Thereâs nothing I want from her or you.â
âSheâs been wanting to talk to you.â
âThen she needs to stop sending men to do her bidding and come talk to me but again thereâs nothing I want or need from her.â
âGina said she wanted to talk to you the other day butâŚâ, he pauses as he glances at Steve.Â
âCome on, guys, letâs go home.â, you murmur as try to push them back but they donât budge. âPlease⌠heâs trying to get a rise out of you. Donât let him win.â
It takes a few seconds before the mogul finally turns around and begins to stomp down the hallway as the rockstar grips your hand.Â
âIf you come near her again, it wonât be a door that hits you in the face.â, Eddie threatened as Roman grinned and winked your way.
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âCan we talk?â, you ask as Eddie veers towards the kitchen to grab a beer and Steve starts to take off his suit jacket as he heads towards the bedroom.Â
âWeâll talk about it later, Y/N.â
âI want to talk about it now, Steven.â At your words, he heavily exhales as he turns to face you. âIâve given you two space these past few days but this was a big deal. She overstepped a boundary by doing this.â
âOk, honey. Agreed. Now what?â, he responded sarcastically as he shrugged.Â
You blinked as your gaze shifted between both men as Eddie came up to your side.
âYou donât have to hold it in. Itâs ok to be angry. I told you if you needed to throw a tantrum or vent, you could. I know the word.â
âWeâre not angry, Y/N.â, the rockstar sighs and your jaw clenches.Â
âReally? Youâre not angry at all that she sent the man she cheated on you with to come speak with me? The same man she was caught fucking in a car by paparazzi because she was so brazen about her infidelity yet hid her relationship with you both?â As you spoke, Eddieâs fist clenched tighter around the glass in his hand while Steve placed his hands on his hips as they glared your way.
âYou arenât angry that he said you two could never satisfy her even though you went out of your way to make her happy? Or the fact that at that hearing the other day, she had the audacity to giggle her way through her testimony while saying things like how she never imagined you, Eddie, could hurt her because of how you talked about your mom or, Steve, how you manipulated her the way your dad did by giving his side pieces better jewelry and things than you ever gave her.â
Slowly sauntering forward, you place yourself directly in front Eddieâs chest as his eyes blaze down into yours.Â
âYou arenât angry that Roman touched my skin with his fingers; my body that belongs to you two and only you?â, you murmur as your palm rubs his chest through the opening in his button up shirt before backing away to find home in front of Steve. âItâs not only the fact that he touched me but that he wasnât afraid to do it. He thought heâd get away with it no matter what because youâre âold menâ who canât satisfy a womanâŚespecially a young woman like me.
The tip of your nose caressed his as your words landed breathily against his lips.Â
âHm. Well, I guess youâre more mature than me because Iâm furious I canât make her stop hurting you the way she does.â
Flashing them a soft smile, you start to walk away but Steveâs fingers around your wrist give you pause as he pulls you back to crash his mouth to your own. Thereâs a fever behind it that has you moaning as Eddie comes up behind you to unzip your dress and tug it down your frame.Â
You tear at the mogulâs shirt and he pants as you sloppily kiss down his chest. Tilting down to pick you up, he throws you over his shoulder and you watch as the rockstar removes pieces of his own suit as he trails behind, tossing them to the floor without a care.
After throwing you onto the bed, you watched as Steve unbuckled his belt and handed it to his friend who quickly bound your wrists above your head as the other manâs face fell in-between your legs.Â
âFuck, Daddy.â, you whined as you pulled on your restraints, desperate to run your fingers through his hair while his tongue and mouth devoured your pussy like a man possessed. Eddie leaned over your body to hand his friend something but it didnât take you long to realize what it was as the sound of buzzing filled the room and vibration from the wand was pressed against your clit. âOhâŚmyâŚâ
âAtta girl.â, the rockstar cooed as he took hold of your ankles to help keep your legs open and in the air. âWe know how to take care of you, sweetheart.â
âMhmm.â, you groaned as Steveâs tongue moved faster in and out of your entrance.Â
âDo you think weâre too old, little girl?â
âNo, Daddy. Iâve neverâmmphâIâve never thought that.â
âDo you think someone your own age can fuck you better than us?!â
âNever, Daddy. No oneâfuck Iâm gonna cumâno one fucks me like you two.â
Your legs tremble in Eddieâs grasp as the coil snaps and the mogul presses the wand harder against your clit to elongate your high. As your legs fall to the bed, Steve unbuttons his slacks and frees his cock, leaning down to spit directly into your hole before guiding himself inside you.
âSay that again.â, he rumbles.
âNo one fucks me like you two, Daddy.â
âAnd who does this pussy belong to?â
âYou two, Daddy.â
His large palm wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as his hips roughly snap, punching a sharp grunt from your lips.Â
âWHO does this pussy belong to?â
âAh! Steve and Eddie!â
âThatâs right. Say it again.â, Steve growls as his rhythm quickens.
âM-My pussy belongs toâfuckâSteve Harrington and E-Eddie Munson!â
The mogul fell fully on top of you as he pounded his cock deep inside you with a rough abandon that had you wincing a couple of times.
âYou have no idea how much I wanted to fucking kill him when I saw his hands on you. If youâoh my godâif you hadnât stopped me Iâd have put him the fucking hospital. No one fucking touches you like that except us.â
âNoâŚoneâŚbabyâŚFuck meâŚharder, Steve. I canâŚhandle it.â
Pushing up on his knees, he took hold of the wand again and pressed it to your puffy nub, smirking a bit to himself as he watched you squirm.Â
Ringed fingers gripped your hair and as you turned your head you were met with Eddieâs cock. Opening wide, you allowed him entry between your parted lips and he was anything but gentle as he thrust his hips.Â
You whimpered around him and they knew you were close to the edge proving them right when your pussy clenched around Steveâs dick like a vice especially when the rockstar held you still to choke around his length.Â
You panted when he finally pulled away and the mogul grunted loudly as he slammed his release aggressively into your cunt till he was empty.Â
They didnât allow you a second to breathe as Eddie seamlessly flipped you over and placed his entire frame on top of your back before he shifted his waist a bit and you felt his cock effortlessly slid into your aching pussy.Â
With one hand around your neck and the other underneath you gripping one of your breasts, he remained close to you, absorbing you with his weight as he roughly rolled his hips.Â
âFuck, baby, you feel so good. Y-Youâd never hurt us like that would you? Youâd never cheat on--â
âN-Never, Daddy. MmmâI love you so muchâŚboth of you. H-H-Harder, Eddie. Use me.â
The manâs hold on you tightens as he honors your statement and pumps into you so hard the bed underneath you shakes.Â
Your orgasm crashes like a rouge wave and you scream their title before youâre abruptly rolled onto your back as the rockstar grunts and climbs up your body to shove his cock down your throat. Your eyes squeeze shut as you allow him to use your mouth till you feel his release hit your tongue and you swallow every drop.Â
As soon as he pulls himself back, Eddie lays on you again resting his head on your chest waiting patiently for you to play with his hair like you always do but the lightbulb doesnât go off till he finally glances up to see if youâre ok.Â
âShit! Y/N, Iâm so fucking sorry. Why didnât you say anything?!â, he panics as he reaches up to quickly remove the belt from your wrists and carefully bring your arms down to your sides.Â
âMay I have some water, please?â
Hearing the hoarseness of your voice, Steve doesnât hesitate as he powerwalks to their kitchen and comes back with a cold glass of water. Amber and chocolate eyes scan you over with concern as you chug back the liquid and flinch as it slides down your throat.Â
âIâm going to make her bath.â, the mogul announces as he turns to head towards the bathroom.Â
Eddieâs fingers brush some of your hair away from your face and in return you fall into his equally sweaty chest.Â
âI love you, Eddie.â, you whisper.
âI love you to, princess. Come on. Letâs take a nice relaxing bath.â
Noticing you struggling to move, the man lifts you in his arms and carries you the rest of the way. While the rockstar climbs into the water with you, Steve sits on the edge face you both as he leans against the wall, studying you as his friend washes your skin.Â
When Eddie starts to clean between your legs, you wince causing Steveâs face to twitch with worry.Â
âI know, baby girl, I know. Iâm almost done.â, the rockstar tries to comfort as you began to softly cry.Â
When your eyes lock with the other boyâs, you gently smile and he does the same.Â
âI love you, Steve.â
âI love you to, honey.â, he murmurs as he leans forward to grab your hand so he can kiss the back of it. âI, um, I hope you know we arenât angry with you or anything. We know thatâŚyou werenâtâŚflirting orââ
âI know. As soon as he touched meâŚI knew something was off. I swear I didnât recognize himââ
âWe know.â, Eddie soothes as he kisses your cheek. âIt did trigger something though. Memories of her being more than polite just to get a rise out of us. Add in what you mentionedâŚâ
âThat he had the audacity to touch you and talk to you because he thought we wouldnât do anything.â, Steve clarified when your eyebrows furrowed. âBecause, ya know, weâre grandpas and all that.â
A large grin stretches across both their faces at the sound of your laugh as it echoes through the bathroom.Â
âHe said that was the reason but you know thatâs not why right? Itâs not your age, its that she sees you as weak. Thatâs what this whole display is about. Thatâs why she wants to talk to me. She knows I donât see you that way and she genuinely believes she can change my mind like she did with everyone else in her circle.â
âListen to baby girl over here talking like a lawyer. Do you want to take over our case because you absolutely can.â, Eddie jokes as he pulls you back into a tight hug.Â
Steveâs face slowly changes as his eyes flood with concern before his fingers extend to lightly trace the skin along your neck.Â
âFuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.â, the mogul exhales as he rises to his feet. âEd, go ahead, get her dressed, and when youâre done bring her to the kitchen.â
âAy yi, Captain.â, the rockstar sasses as he climbs out of the water and grabs a towel. âAgain, boy talking to me like heâs my Daddy.â
When his eyes linger where Steveâs had, you shifted your gaze towards the mirror to find growing bruises the size of fingerprints along your throat.Â
âItâs ok, Eddie, I promise.â, you coo as you reach up to caress his cheek. âI would have used the safe word if you both were hurting me.â
With a tight smile, he nods, gently drying you before throwing some pajamas over your body and carrying you into the kitchen to place you on the counter.Â
âOk, honey, this is going to be cold.â, Steve announces as he rubs his hands together and rubs them along your skin. Your squeak at the cold gel makes him chuckle as he continues his task. âThis stuff is pretty good. It should lessenâ that colorization before work on Monday.â
âHey.â, you call softly as you grip his chin and tilt his eyes up to meet yours. âNot the first time your fingers have left bruises on my body. In a good way of course.â
His movements slow for just a moment before he sighs and continues.Â
âThis is different.â
âHow?â
âItâs hard to explain.â
âTry.â
âWe donât actively want to hurt you, sweetheart.â, Eddie answers for him. âYou said we could use you toâŚthrow a tantrum as you call it butâŚâ
âRemember last time, when you got scared that you triggered something by being a brat?â You nod at Steveâs question. âSame thing more or less. SheâŚbrings out the worst in us.â
âYou keep saying that but I just donât see it. I really donât, Steve.â
The rockstar hopped up beside you and handed you a cup of warm tea eliciting a cute little sigh that makes them smile as the liquid slides down your throat.Â
âYouâve never pushed.â Blinking at Eddieâs statement, he exhaled as he petted your head. âKind of like what Roman did, she would dangle men in front of us till we snapped. We would scream, yell, shout but it never got physical until we were playing. We made sure she reiterated she knew the word but she never used it. SheâŚfuckâŚwe did drugs together once. She kept pushing and pushing until one bad night I agreed. It was the one and only time I did blow and she held it over my head forever.â
âShe would call him names and imply he was angry for something SHE did because he was stoned which he wasnât.â
âIâŚit reminded me of my dad and I knew if Wayne found out he would be so disappointed.â As the rockstars head hung, you moved his hair behind his ear and tenderly kissed his cheek.
âSometimes, Y/N, I would be so wasted from a party the three of us went to that when we were intimateâŚthere were times I felt like I wasnât in controlâŚShe would egg me on talking about how pathetic I was and I would feel my grip tightenâŚâ As he spoke, Steveâs eyes flicked to your throat. âThere were timesâŚI wanted to hurt her the way she hurt meâŚâ
Extending your legs, you wrapped them around his waist bringing him to you so you could hug them both tightly.
âI know youâve been through a lot with her and arenât even close to being done but please donât hold it in. Talk to me or hell if you canât find the words then use me. I know Iâm safe with you.â
âPfft, you canât just say shit like that and not expect us to swoon, princess.â, Eddie teases as he lays his head on your shoulder and blinks his eyes obnoxiously.
âWhat if we were done. With the case.â, Steve interjects.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI meanâŚwhat if we paid what sheâs asking for?â
âWhy the fuck would you do that?â, you growl a bit sharply making them both chuckle as the mogul cups your cheeks to bring your forehead to his lips.Â
âBecause, baby girl, if we did that then everything would end now and we can move on with our livesâŚbe happy just the three of us.â
Sighing, you jump down from the counter, regretting your decision as your core throbs at the soreness. They watch you scoot to the sofa before following, Steve placing himself on his knees in front of you as Eddie sits beside you holding your tea and carefully putting an ice pack between your legs.Â
âThank you.â, you murmur as he lays his arm behind your head. âSteven, if you think this will stop her then you arenât as smart as I thought you were. If you give in, sheâll just keep coming at you guys asking for more and more. It may not be now but itâs not the money sheâs after. She likes toying with you and when she realizes she canât change my mind sheâll probably do the same with me to.â
âOver my dead body.â, the mogul grumbles as you smirk.Â
âYou both have to be smart about this. Donât let her win.â
âWhat do you think we should do, baby?â, Eddie asks as his fingers begin to play with your hair.
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Gina saunters into Steveâs empty building with a giddy sense of pride. When the mogul emailed her that God awful formal statement asking her to meet them in his office she literally danced around her (Romanâs) massive bedroom as she began getting ready.Â
She knew sending the quarterback would rattle their cage. Eddie was the easiest one to shake but Steve was the most fun to make jealous. Neither boy was the possessive type but the mogul held in his emotions more than his friend and watching him break was justâŚso much fun.
When he stood up to keep her from talking to you, she knew exactly what she needed to do. You meant nothing to her. Whether she could get you on her side or not didnât matter to her one bit but if she could convince you in someway to leave themâŚÂ
The thought of them broken hearted as they crawled back to her drove her insane. One way or another sheâd get the money she was owed but to watch them grumble after abandoning her? Well, that was just a bonus.
âYou know, boys, we could have done this at my place.â
âLast we checked; you donât have one.â
At the sound of your voice, her head shot up to take in the setting before her.Â
Instead of Steve sitting at his desk, you were in his large office chair while both men were seated off to the side on his couch he kept by the wall. While they were dressed a bit more casually, you were in a red, long sleeve velvet dress that had a belt around your hips accentuating your curves. Your hair was pulled up and out of your face, displaying the guitar pick necklace Eddie had once told her was his favorite.
As you stood up and came around the desk, your red heels Steve bought you clacked across the floor.Â
Her startled eyes scanned you over constantly before she took a step backward causing a smirk to flicker across your lips.Â
âWell Gina, you wanted to talk to me so here I am. Letâs talk.â
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â my oh my. Johnny Suh
A leaked message stating the obvious about Johnny was enough for you to finally have him.
johnny x Reader | Fluff but suggestive đ¤ | w.c: 1k
â Oh my God, those jeans are killer â Jaehyun started, practically squirming on the couch in the living room of the frat house where he, Johnny, Doyoung, and a few other guys lived. It was crazy how magnetic your presence was; every eye in the room turned to you when you walked in, like it was automatic. â What's her deal, huh?
â Aww, are you like this âcause she turned you down? â Johnny asked, sipping a beer and watching you, not like a creep, just admiring. You really were stunning, not only in looks but in brains, too. You worked part-time at a luxury store at the airport and were always looking flawless, though Johnny figured youâd still look flawless even with messy hair.
â Go on, alright? Everyone knows sheâs into you, lover boy â Jaehyun pouted, which made Johnny grin and pinch his cheek like he was a little kid; with that look, he actually did look like a baby.
â Donât play the victim. Youâll have plenty of girls chasing you â he rolled his eyes, and Johnny gave him a couple of gentle pats on the shoulder, then walked over to you, touching your waist softly when he reached you, his hand brushing against your soft skin peeking out from your crop top. â Hey.
â Hey â you practically choked out. Johnny grinned, leaving you a bit speechless. Your natural hair and the low-rise jeans you wore made you look absolutely perfect, but the blush on your cheeks, even before youâd had a drink, gave you an angelic vibe Johnny found himself totally obsessed with.
â You were amazing in the seminar today â he had to say something. You knew that now everyone knew about your crush on him, thanks to that accidentally leaked message to the whole school. It wasnât anything sexual, but it did make him sound like some Greek god, which Johnny found funny and cute, even if he was already confident in himself. It was the first time someone had complimented him like that.
â Ah, I had to take a shot just before it started so I wouldnât stammer â you admitted, suddenly unsure of what to do with your hands. How close were two people supposed to be when they werenât actually a thing? Because right now, you felt incredibly close to him and wanted to laugh nervously. â John⌠about those messages, I didnât meanâŚ
â Nuzzle your face in my chest? You can do that â you couldnât help it and laughed, covering your face with your hands like a shy little girl. Youâd vented to the wrong person, that was clear, or your messages wouldnât have been leaked, but everyone agreed with your words, including Johnny himself. He held you, guiding you back until your back met the wall. â What else do you want to do that you didnât describe in those messages?
â Should I say it? â you smiled playfully, and Johnny smiled back, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your jeans, pulling you closer. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the green light you gave for him to touch you, but he pulled you a bit closer by the waistband and leaned down to kiss your neck, licking the skin, sucking, and lightly grazing his teeth.
A quiet sigh escaped your lips before you realized. You definitely loved flirting, touches, and making out; youâd never gone all the way, and you felt nervous about how skilled Johnny seemed to be with his mouth, his hands, his whole body, honestly.
â Iâve been wanting to get close to you for a while but always thought you were kinda untouchable â Johnny admitted against your skin, and you practically burst at his confession. You had a confident air, like you didnât care about anyoneâs opinion, but all you wanted was for Johnny to feel the same way.
â Maybe for other guys⌠but not for you â you said with a smile, and Johnny moved even closer, kissing your cheek, the corner of your lips, but never quite reaching where you wanted. He was teasing, and you knew it from the little smirk heâd flash between a firm squeeze and a soft press of his lips against your skin. â Oh, for heavenâs sake, John.
You grabbed his silver chain that peeked out from his shirt, pulled it free, and kissed him, hard, filled with want, like you were devouring each other against the wall near the frat house door. Johnny tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled back gently, letting you catch your breath, both of you breathing heavily.
â Come on â he said, taking your hand and leading you up the stairs. You followed, weaving past people with drinks in hand, bumping into a few on the way. Johnny opened his room door, which he likely shared with another guy, given the second bed on the right side.
It looked like a typical high school guyâs room, which was kind of cute. Johnny had a shelf full of comics, and his room had its own bathroom; on the doorframe, there was a pull-up bar you couldnât help but admire, picturing the sight of a shirtless Johnny using it. You felt like a little girl, and maybe, with him, thatâs exactly what you were.
â Astroboy? â you asked, playing with a little figurine on his shelf.
â It suits me, doesnât it?
â Definitely, youâre a star.
You smiled, watching him sitting on the single bed, then followed, sitting across from him, kissing him slowly, your hands exploring his chest with calm. Somehow, Johnny got you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you had to kick off your shoes in the process, which made him chuckle against your lips. Johnny caressed your back as his mouth explored your neck, kissing your skin so delicately it felt like his lips were velvet.
â Johnny⌠â you began, and he immediately met your gaze. â Hold on, itâs all good. Itâs just that⌠Iâve neverâŚ
â Never? â he knew exactly what you meant.
â Only once, almost⌠but I freaked out, and⌠â Johnny left a soft kiss on your forehead.
â Itâs okay; we donât have to do anything tonight.
â But I love making out â you said, pressing your bodies even closer, and Johnny grinned, thinking you were way too perfect to be real.
â Me too. So much.
@sunshyni. All rights reserved.
#sun favs#imagine nct#nct fanfic#nct fic#nct fluff#johnny nct#nct johnny#nct johnny suh#johnny suh x you#johnny suh x reader#johnny suh fluff#johnny suh fanfic#johnny seo#johnny suh#suh youngho#seo youngho#johnny nct 127#nct 127 x y/n#nct 127 x you#nct 127 x reader#nct 127 imagines#nct 127 johnny#nct 127 fic#nct 127 fanfic#nct 127 fluff#nct 127#nct imagines#nct u#nct x y/n#nct x you
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ivy towers | abby anderson
â still surprised by the acceptance letter months prior, you begin to navigate life within the ivy league. between socializing, attending lectures, studying, and the otherwise bustling life of your college town, you find yourself caught off guard by the increasingly persistent thoughts that have clouded your mind ever since you met abby anderson
tags: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, college/university au, competitive flirting, banter, mutual secret pining, reader & abby are college age (18-20), reader afab, eventual smut, sexual themes implied. mentions of drugs, alcohol, and mental health matters
đ there are no reader specific descriptions/mentions of a particular skin colour, hair colour, texture or length. any mention of skin/hair/nails etc, are vague, and non descriptive as i encourage the reader to imagine them as they see fit. this is a safe and inclusive space. if you feel something is not poc friendly, please reach out and correct me. đ
Large, dark, aged wood doors squeak as you push your way into the lecture hall. The stadium seating was an overwhelming site, mixed with the adrenaline that was consuming your body and mind, causing physical anxiety like you'd never felt before. It was a site. The large chalkboard that stretched across the back wall, the stair-step tiered seats, and the all-consuming quiet emptiness that was held inside. The building had to be at least 200 years old you thought, as you made your way to the second to bottom row of seats, opting for the middle of the three large sections. The classroom filled with the warm smell of old pine wood, out-of-date textbooks, and classic literature that made you feel so at home and fluttery you almost felt nauseous.
A few months prior, you were sat back at home, decision letter in hand, feeling physically ill at the thought of being rejected from the school you had worked exhaustingly towards for the better part of five years. Trembling hands worked at the envelope seal as you laboriously tear the thing apart, not being able to wait another second. As you read the words "Congratulations!" you still remember audibly yelling, then collapsing, filled with pure joy, relief, excitement, and fear, you couldn't bear the task of remaining upright.
Thinking back to now, your eyes welled with tears at how proud you were of your hardworking attitude, and how far it'd brought you.
The groan of tired door hinges interrupting your thoughts, and composing yourself, you turn expecting to see a mature, middle-aged man but instead saunters a cocky, muscular blonde. She looks around your age. Her trousers and black t-shirt fitting so snugly around her muscular physique you can't help but gawk. Her long, blonde hair is messily braided down her back, with thin glasses adoring her nose. Freckles dance across the same area, stretching down and around her forehead and cheeks. Noticing the presence of someone typically not there, she glances up at you, a surprised look on her face.
You knew why, because it was the same reason you had the same expression, why was there someone else also here an entire 45 minutes early? Dread filling your body as you realize that this is probably the normal for Ivy League students, and an overachieving attitude was simply what was expected here.
"Why are you here so early?" the girl asks in a voice that's almost too feminine and soft to belong to such a intimidating presence.
Caught off guard you respond, "I could ask you the same thing, class doesn't start until 8."
The blonde takes a seat in the row in beside you, just across the isle. Both occupying the outer seats, you were maybe less than 2ft apart.
Noticing your bag, notebooks, colorful pens and highlighters, and textbook (Which she totally didn't forget to get), she clears her throat and responds, "I like getting here early. Its stressful likeârushing in and being late y'know?" nodding along, replying "Yeah, me too."
You feel her eyes burning into you, like she's trying to melt you, or set you on fire. Either way, its working. You feel flustered, and nervous. She's easily one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen, and she's sitting here, looking at you like you're some sort of Sunday crossword clue she's spent an hour trying to figure out.
"M'names Abby, this your second year?"
Smiling and introducing yourself you respond, "No, first."
Her eyebrows shoot up, "Wait, so how are you in a 200 level?" she asks, a hint of shock, possibly disbelief, in her tone. "I took the intro course in high school. Like a duel credit program thingâ". Your voice cutoff by the sound of shuffling voices filing into the lecture hall, making small-talk-quiet conversation impossible. Turning in your seat, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming nervous presence around her. Was it jealousy? Attraction? Competitiveness? You tried to place where you'd felt this emotion before, but it was coming up blank. You felt a fire ignite inside of you every time you felt her looking at you.
Over the next few weeks, the tension had grown into a living, breathing, palpable competitiveness that was noticed among even the most clueless of students. It began the first week, when you noticed her only raising your hand if you would, glancing to see if you'd noticed. At first you thought maybe she was flirting, maybe she's just teasing youâbut after two more classes, the whole thing grew old and irritating, causing you to audibly huff in frustration once, eliciting a smirk and stifled laugh from the blonde sitting across from you. Ever since that first day, she's always shown up before you. Always had an answer, always knew what to say. Always had a comment, a point, a argument to make off of your answers. âYeah, to piggyback off thatâ" she would start, immediately following it with a critique or insight that infuriatingly made sense. Every discussion board was met with "Constructive Criticism" as she put it, making sure to patronize you as much as the possibly could. She knew exactly how to get under your skin, to get you all worked up, and she seemed to almost...enjoy the fight. Like there's no other place she'd rather be than arguing with you during a lecture.
Legs burning and anxiety coursing through you, you rushed past the green lawns, large oaks, and students fraternizing within as ice coffee rattled around the plastic cup with every step. It was 7:30âfollowing a late night study session which resulted in falling asleep without setting an alarm, at your desk, overtop an ethics textbook.
You fumble with your hands full, trying to open the heavy classroom door, as you see a large hand appear on the handle, pulling it open, and another large, warm hand on your lower back. Chills electrify you, the hair on the back of your neck standing straight up as you feel a warm familiar voice whisper into you, "Running late, are we? Thought I would miss having to see you get all, hot and bothered" Your voice caught inside your throat, the blonde smirks and lowers her hand towards your hips, spinning you to face her, your noses almost touching, "Y'know, I think I'd miss seeing how worked up I get you". Her voice low, sultry, and soft, she sounds seductive and you can feel yourself becoming red, the thought of Abby Anderson actually getting you worked up being enough to cause a damp spot to form in-between your legs. You decided to play along though, you know, for the hell of it. âOh, you would like that, wouldnât you?â you said just as sweetly, head cocked to the side, staring back into her eyes, now practically boring holes into your own. A pink tint arising on her cheeks as she shook her head and laughed. âOkay, you got me. First time for everything I guess, especially for you.â She slid between yourself and the door, your back pressed up against the back of the harsh oak, leaving you scoffing and rather flustered, again, the effect she had infuriatingly effective.
A/N: hiiiiiiii i wrote this months ago in my drafts and decided to post it bc why not!!! lmk if u want a part twođŤśđťđŤśđťđŤśđť
#abby anderson the last of us 2#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson smut#abby the last of us#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#abby anderson x you#the last of us#tlou2#the last of us part 2#abby tlou#tlou#tlou fanfiction#abby anderson fanfic#abby anderson fluff
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hii! just wanted to drop by this message to say Iâm currently obsessed with the series of âloved you at your worstâ. It has dragged me to pull out all folklore songs again 𼲠I just loooove your writing style and it amazes me how you can redact so amazingly <3 canât wait for more chapters to see whatâs next. Quick curious question: can you give us some more context on how invested was Rafe in the relationship with y/n? Iâm curious how their dynamic was when both were stable lol. (Iâm sorry if thereâs misspelling, English is not my first language hehe).
your english is perfect don't worry, it's not my first language either!
im gonna try to summarize their relationship pre-big break up: rafe was SO obsessed with her, like genuinely all-in on this relationship. when things were good, they were perfect, they just clicked in this undeniable wayâemotionally, physically, spiritually, they were just meant to fit. he wasnât just invested; he was borderline consumed.
but it wasnât just love, it was also their shared trauma. both of them had been through so much, and thatâs partly why they felt so seen by each other. she got him in a way no one else did, and he craved that understanding (that's why shit hit the fan when she didn't coddle him when ward died). when they were stable, he actually put in effort to be open with her (his version of it), and she was his safe place and vise-versa. youâd look at them and think, âthey're meant to be" yk??
but when things went wrong...it was a shitshow.
neither of them knew how to communicate their needs properly, so theyâd just explode instead.
theyâd go on those âbreaks,â but they were still obsessing over each other, stalking socials, making each other jealous with a little flirting, just overall trying to be mean and hurtful but also checking in, very much toxic.
if they want any chance at real happiness together, theyâre both gonna have to do some serious inner work, âheal your childhood traumasâ level of work.
therapy? mandatory.
individual and couples counseling. theyâd both need to face all that baggage, which is a LOT, honestly, given their history.Â
i know everyoneâs mad at rafe for dumping her just because she called out his fatherâeven if she wasnât wrongâbut remember, he was not in his right mind. he was drowning in grief, numbing himself with alcohol, desperate for any sense of validation, so yeah, he filled her space with someone else just to feel needed. it's messy as fuck and desrespectful, but it wasn't a calculated choice.
and hereâs the thing: itâs been from reader's POV so far, so we havenât seen everything. yes, sheâs hurting, but sheâs not entirely blameless either. there were so many situations she couldâve handled better, and youâll get to see those moments from a different angle soon.
honestly, both of them need to grow up. while i love my baby reader to pieces, part of why she feels so isolated now is because she put all her energy into rafe and rafe alone. she never took the time to build friendships or let others in, assuming heâd always be there and sheâd never need anyone else. so yeah, sheâs alone while he still has people around him, but thatâs not entirely his fault, either. they both need to work on themselves if they want to heal.
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nancyâs type is being into dorks đĽşđ
#ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#stranger things#we dont talk enough about nancy being into dorks#exhibit a: (past) lame-o steve#exhibit b: drowned cat jonathan#exhibit c: (now) rambling robin#and i just feel like#it'd be funnier if robin is oblivious to nancy's pining#because according to robin#nancy is the straightest goody two shoes#with the affinity for guns#but nancy is over here#trying to flirt and failing#because she never had to flirt with someone#OBLIVIOUS AND ALSO FRAZZLY AF#before#and her type of flirting is#factual with the occasional joke#that doesnt land because of her tone#i think its hilarious
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Given Evans isnât yet complying with the terms of his contract Iâm all out of new HNW content
Luckily this is hotter* than any naked contentâŚ
*well ok, as hot⌠almost.
Maybe
#shaun evans#itv endeavour#endeavour morse#hnw#aka the wednesday special#but without nakedness#because weâre out of new content#and Evans isnât complying with his contract terms#which is really unacceptable#but thankfully this is hot as fuck#so it almost counts#the way his eyes never leave her as she moves#and that look#look at me like that please#the hate flirting between these two was off the scale#they should have had more Eve Thorne#or we need a spin off series#someone write that please#hot damn evans
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I love being the always single person in my family, mad respect to my sister for constantly dating guys for the last 8 years, I would have shot myself
#whenever my mom asks if i have love news of my own while we're talking about my sister's newest catch and i say no#i hope she doesn't feel pity because like. this is the life that i choose. my sister's ex boyfriends were enough for ME even#and i only met a handful of them personally but heard more than enough shit about them#i just always think i'm only flirting with some guys only to never talk to them again or ghost them because it's fun#fat girl who's always been seen as ugly by other people gets to flirt with good looking people is the ultimate ego boost arc#if i ever date anyone seriously again it better be true love and end in kids and marriage until death or i'll live as a hermit#until that happens tho...... life is a party i don't wanna miss a thing break some men's heart get revenge yolo etc etc#also the thought of actively dating freaks me out. if i meet someone and we tolerate each other long term that's good#but dating apps or going on dates with several people and deciding who's the best like on the bachelorette?? death first#plus i lowkey don't like men as a concept. at least the type i've dated. i guess you could say my last ex traumatized me hahaha đđť (đ¨đ¨)#i think i'm too young to be in a committed relationship anyway. or even to seek getting into one. there are much more important things rn#i know former classmates my age are having kids or getting married but idgaf the one who got engaged last year has been with him for 7 year#which is a decent time tbh you change quite a bit during that time and if it feels right why not#but i can't wrap my head around searching for a relationship when you don't even have a stable job and know what else you want in life#rambling again sorryyyy but yeah proud single here and i'm not saying this out of spite because i genuinely enjoy it#all relationships i've been in were so draining (tbf they were long distance too) and got me at rock bottom and had me filled with regret#also these men can be so controlling and jealous when you just wanna go out with friends while they do whatever they want too#but when you say you don't want a jealous partner they think that's a free pass for them to cheat like what the actual fuck#do you see the difference between being unnecessarily jealous when you hang out with friends and being rightfully jealous when they cheat??#at this point idk what to say. i'm very entertained by my friends' dating journeys but that couldn't be me#all the gossip i provide for them is which people i flirted with for the ego and who i ghosted and who ghosted me#mel talks
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if someone flirts with me and I donât realize thatâs their fault for flirting with a dumb bitch
#whimsy whispers#looking at you handful of people#glaring even#again itâs not happened often I donât have ppl sending me love letters and confessing their love in the streets#but Iâve had a few friends over the years flirt with me and fail and then eventually go âI like youâ and itâs like#jsut#just tell me that just start with that#flirting with me just sets people back because like I said I just assume itâs people being nice#Iâm overly friendly and a people pleaser and gift giving js my love language as is pet names and again I am stupid and also nd with#a hard time knowing if ppl like me#never in a billion years will I ever be able to be certain someone is flirting with me#not that flirting is bad I imagine itâs quite cute and fun#i just lack the awareness one needs for flirting#and also Iâve been told by friends that I Am capable of flirting but the times theyâve listed as examples are just me talking to my best#friend#who Iâm not flirting with I just love her a lot because sheâs my bestie abdjjfjfjt#we in fact did date and I am aware that I wouldnât seek a relationship with them in the future ahdjjfjrkr#Iâm gonna fight all the people who flirted with past me#Iâm half asleep and oversharing#goodbye
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I have written a little bit for the prev idea I posted! âĽď¸ so I should post soon, I hope
#im also in a huge dilemma with a guy lol I think I might like him??? but I think he likes my sister??? I get miced signals idkâŚ#like if I do something he would mutter something like âcuteâ or idk but I also feel like he flirts with my sister⌠which makes sense cause#shes prettier than me by far obvs⌠hes a family friend which is why we both know him⌠idk lol its weird and it makes me feel odd idk I#I have had a crush in a long time since last time I had a crush it didnât go well at all⌠it never dors which is why im also like maybe im#being delusional lol which sucks cause I feel like sometimes Iâm being awkward but itâs because Iâm tryna not develop a crushâŚitâs stupid#anywayâŚ. idk I have been feeling a little sad bc of this⌠I know my sister doesnât like him cause she likes someone else a lot but i cant#help but feel like im betraying her too? which is weird bc she doesnât like him? but I feel like he doesâŚ#the ugly sister problems I guess lmao ah đĽ˛
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Literally just venting
#that feeling when with you it was all reasons why they cant commit#and then 10 seconds later theyre doing all that wih someone else#like if you really wanted me you could have#i think realizing that all the fliriting was just that utâs the hardest Ăąart#i really thought you did want me and care#but i guess itâs never enough no matter what i do#not even the first time#like you said you didnt want to come out and i respected that and a month later youâre having parties wih your family and new gf#you said oh but i want commitment i want marriage i want full term#and now itâs a oh she said she wanted to be open and lowkey so weâre doing that#i swear i need to get over this before it kills me#idk if itâs my ego talking but the pain is there#like the one thing i was afraid of because she had done it before#which was she always flirted with everyone 0 commitment#i finally push past that fear and go for it#and i defended her to my friends#and bam same shit happens#god im just an idiot
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oblivious!Nanami who cannot fathom that youâd like him back let alone want him so youâre forced to get more and more obvious with your flirting.
oblivious!Nanami who you bring a coffee one morning, his name on the paper sleeve surrounded by little hearts. he doesn't even look at the cup, just gulps down the scalding coffee and thanks you quietly.
"You're very kind. I needed the caffeine."
oblivious!Nanami who drives you home when you miss the train, but politely declines your offer to come up for tea because he knows you have an early shift the next day.
âI couldnât possibly, but thank you.â
oblivious!Nanami who is way too nice about receiving your âdrunk textsâ, telling you to forget the whole thing and that thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about.
âAh, I believe youâve texted the wrong person. Iâll delete these. Have a fun night.â
oblivious!Nanami who agrees to come over to help you paint above your kitchen cabinets because heâs your tallest friend, who blushes at your jokes about him âfalling for youâ while you hold the ladder steady but doesnât play along.
âDonât worry, I have excellent balance.â
oblivious!Nanami who tells himself that itâs perfectly normal for you to take your top off and finish painting in a sports bra, because itâs just so hot in your house.
âOf course, I donât mind. It is quite warm.â
oblivious!Nanami who goes home and touches himself to the thought of you, to the idea of how close youâd been, how little youâd been wearing.
âSheâs so beautiful, so sweet, fuck, fuckâŚâ
oblivious!Nanami who pictures your face when he comes into his fist, who cleans himself up guiltily and avoids you at work for the whole next week in self-imposed punishment.
âGood afternoon. Excuse me. Thank you.â
oblivious!Nanami who bites his tongue to keep from confessing when you ask him if he likes anyone, if he has a type.
âI, ah, Iâm single, yes. I donât exactly have a type.â
oblivious!Nanami whose heart sinks when you tell him that you have a crush on someone, who has to clench his fists in his pockets when you gush about them.
âIâm sure theyâre wonderful. Theyâre a lucky person.â
oblivious!Nanami who feels the knife twist as you assure him that they are, that theyâre handsome and kind and funny and brilliant, but way out of your league.
âIâm sure thatâs not true. Youâre all that and more.â
oblivious!Nanami who shakes his head in disbelief when you tell him that you donât think they feel the same way, because youâve dropped about a million hints and they havenât ever reciprocated.
âThat sounds frustrating. Maybe you should just tell them how you feel. At least then youâd know.â
oblivious!Nanami who thinks heâs dreaming when you lean in and press a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek, when you say that thatâs very good advice, when you take his hand.
âItâs you, Kento. Itâs always been.â
oblivious!Nanami who canât hold back from kissing you, pulling you into a breathless embrace, murmuring against your lips.
âIt canât be, so long, I never imaginedâŚâ
oblivious!Nanami who lies awake in bed beside you, his mind replaying all the signals he had missed or chosen not to believe.
oblivious!Nanami who promises to make up for lost time, and never lets you doubt his love again.
#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk x reader#nanami fluff#nanami smut#nanami x you#nanami kento smut#jjk fluff#jjk smut
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Shakes the bars of my cage I need to draw soooo bad I need to draw I need to draw let me draw I have to draw I need to draw I must draw (<- has been too sick to be on electronics much and doesn't like doing traditional art)
#rat rambles#Im starting to feel better tho Im betting within a day or two Ill have made a full recovery#but I just have so many things I wanna draw all the sudden and its killing me#its because I've been thinking abt ocs again and that gives me a lot more options lol#in particular I've been thinking abt marci and toon more again recently#its just the two of them flirting in their mutual workplace environment with toon being dead serious and marci doing it ironically#the main thing is that marci was rly under the impression that toon like. hated her and was taunting her since they're friends with loonie#who long story short is marci's ex childhood best friend who she fell out with after the death of loonie's mom#the two are not on good terms in the slightest and marci knows very well that loonie would want her dead if she had been more honest#so as toon starts to like get more casual and like genuine with marci as the two spend more time together marci warms up somewhat but still#doesn't rly see toon as a friendly figure until they take her out to a museum and marci kind of snaps a bit and asks toon to stop beating#around the bush and is caught off guard when toon seems genuinely kind of hurt and meekly explains that they were just trying to help her#because she had seemed rly stressed and sad all the time and they thought that their lil dates had been helping her relax a bit#that confrontation left marci initially feeling confused but after the initial shock she was mostly left with a sense of dread and guilt#partially because she had just snapped at someone who she had grown to care abt for no reason and partially because she now felt that she#was hiding stuff from toon that would cause them to change their mind on her immediately if they knew#aka that she and loonie are divorced and that she thinks its mom sucked absolute ass (which she did)#oh and also that she used to have a crush on the guy that killed its mom who was also his mom which is also the reason she hates said mom#said mom treated him (aka midas) like shit and tried to get him killed several times#so when all hell broke loose marci at the end ended up mourning midas much more than his mom who everyone else was mourning#including loonie since it actually had a very positive relationship with its mom and a very distant relationship from its siblings#now marci never admitted all of this to anyone but she did act on those feelings to eventually lash out at loonie causing a huge fight#basically she yelled at it for being pushy and clingy and forcing her into a job she didnt want and expecting her to solve all its problems#the two dont necessarily hate eachother but they definitely heavily resent eachother#they still often long for eachothers companionship but not nearly enough for either to wanna make ammends#so toon quite liking both of them causes some internal conflict for the both of them#loonie is fully aware that toon has a big ol crush on marci but doesnt stop them from being friends with her even if it makes it sad#and marci rly wishes that toon wasnt friends with loonie but feels guilty for feeling that way#its a complicated situation and one that rly isn't helped by the fact that one of the three has the dead god queen mom#loonie could get away with a Lot and everyone knows it
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Iâd like to entertain and enliven you now with the saga of my Slut Era.
Iâve always been a serial monogamist and my shortest long term relationships clocked in at three years. So perhaps thatâs why when I finally broke it off with my ex I went insane on dating. Part of it was definitely just that between anxiety and loneliness I wanted to fill up my time.
This happened when I was living alone for the first time, no roommates, just me and my little cat Leeloo. I didnât want to come home to an empty house so instead I set up dates.
Most of these were disastrous. Iâm not everyoneâs cup of tea and I had a lot more first dates than second because theyâd seen enough, including the one where people aggressively complimented me.
But after a few months I had four people I was seeing simultaneously. I was up front with all of them that things were not exclusive, and they all agreed, so no infidelity took place here, just a lot of hijinks.
Hereâs who was on the dating roster:
⢠An apprentice woodworker that weâll call Jill. I honestly thought at 26 years old that her being 21 wasnât a problem age gap and I quickly learned that there was a vast gulf of both maturity and life experience between us. Jill described herself as âheteroflexibleâ and had just dumped her first boyfriend to flirt it up with me.
⢠A married woman looking for a friends with benefits. Weâll call her Alice. I insisted on meeting her husband first to be sure I wasnât part of a cheating mess and he gave me his blessing when I stayed over at her house. Years later when he and Alice had divorced I would go on to sell him and his new fiancĂŠe an engagement ring and we both realized at the end how we knew each other and it was wildly awkward. Alice was nice, but a hardcore vegan who insisted I brush my teeth if I so much as ate string cheese before I could kiss her. She was also unhappy in her marriage and was feeling out if Iâd want to get serious.
⢠A bartender dubbed Snakebites, so called because of her signature piercings. She cooked me a steak so raw it was still mooing and some of the best asparagus Iâd ever had. In our singular sexy encounter she bit my nipple and I never got over it. Really don't bite someone if you don't know their preference and work up in pressure. We werenât terribly compatible but neither of us were willing to admit it yet. Truthfully I considered still dating her solely because I desperately wanted her bathroom. It had all black tile, black toilet, black sink, a rain shower in the corner and a jacuzzi tub. I may not have loved her but god I loved that bathroom.
And finally,
⢠My beloved, who I would go on to marry, who was dealing with a lot of personal stuff at the time. Obviously that meant I liked them the best of all the people I was seeing because we were both disasters at the time.
So thatâs the cast of this little misadventure. Now, our story begins with Jill.
Jill was someone who heightened my anxiety. Each of the three times she came to my home she brought and left more stuff. A self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans collection of DVDs. It was like she was trying to move in. She also liked to deride my taste in things, frequently calling me a pleb when I mentioned a band or show I liked.
She was working on a gorgeous little decorative table in her woodworking program. The main wood for the top had a beautiful dapple of knots like jaguar spots, and when she showed me a picture I exclaimed how pretty it was.
âDo you want it?â
âOh- I mean itâs lovely, I wouldnât mind having it, but you should sell it and make some money!â
But she was adamant. Sheâd give me the little side table. At about this time, Alice was starting to get awfully lovey for a FWB. I knew she wasnât happy with her husband but I also knew we were not a good fit. Fun fact: Alice and her husband were step siblings with a pretty hefty age gap. They got together when he stumbled upon a kink photo shoot sheâd done with vegetables. None of their family was happy about the relationship but they werenât related by blood so it was fine.
So I was fending off more overt romantic advances from Alice, and feeling increasingly like I needed to break things off with Jill. Snakebites wasnât ever initiating communication and I decided to pull a lot of plugs at once.
I ghosted Snakebites, told Alice that I thought we should cool it, and in a move worthy of a rom-com I asked my beloved if I could pretend we were exclusive to put off Jill. They agreed and I texted Jill to let her know that I was no longer single.
I was not prepared for Jillâs response. She. Was. Devastated. She flew off the handle. Sheâd just been waiting for the right time to tell me how she felt about me! How dare I do this to her!
What about the table?!
âYou should keep the table, itâs gorgeous, youâll be able to sell it, but I donât expect a free table.â
Silence met me after that text. I worried and fretted and eventually headed home.
There on my doorstep. The table.
It was a small little end table, reeking of oil and polish, but very beautiful. I brought it inside. The little drawer didnât even have a knob or guide rails. But it did have a handwritten bill proclaiming that it was costing me $500.
âI canât afford a $500 table, Jill!â I texted.
âWell you kept saying how nice it was. I spent a lot of time on it.â
âIâm not saying itâs not worth $500â (it wasnât, it was a tiny side table made by an apprentice) âbut I canât buy a $500 table.â
âMake me an offer.â
I stared at the little table. I did actually like it, but I worried about the repercussions of entering into this deal. Hesitantly I typed back, â$300.â I didnât think it was worth that much but I didnât want to insult her too badly.
This suited her for the night. But the next day she informed me she needed a new bed, and that sheâd take her $300 in credit toward a new mattress. I spent the whole next day basically wrangling with her over what she wanted and eventually she spiked back up to demanding $500 for the damn table.
âLet me just give it back,â I begged. It was not the first, second, or even third time Iâd asked to return the thing but this time she finally relented and gave me her address. Since she lived with her parents still Iâd never been over.
I called up my beloved and said, âHey, I need moral support, can you run an errand with me?â
They agreed which is how we loaded up a self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans DVD collection, and the table from hell into my little car together. Jill had said to meet her at one o'clock. I intended to drop everything off at noon and be done with this madness.
But while my beloved and I were on the doorstep leaving everything I heard, âJill? Youâre home early,â through the door. Her mom opened it to peer at us in confusion.
âI was just bringing Jillâs stuff back!â I chirped in alarm.
With little tact and a lot of speed we left her with Jillâs collection of things and then I sped out of there like my tail was on fire. I handed my phone to my beloved as I zoomed away instructing them to block Jillâs number. I was free. The tabletross around my neck had been returned.
It was about a month after that when my beloved and I officially began dating exclusively. I had wrapped up all my messy dating threads and it was a relief to be in a relationship again. They went on a trip to Mexico shortly after we made it official.
So I knew they were out of town. But next morning I walked out to my car and beheld a lipstick kiss pressed to the drivers side window.
I was petrified. I had just dumped three girls at once and had an extremely messy back and forth with one of them. Did I have a stalker?!
Of the girls, Alice seemed like likeliest candidate, being of a stronger lipstick variety girl than Jill or Snakebites. We had ended things a bit stiffly, but still cordial. She just laughed when I asked if she knew anything about it. âNope,â she said, âbut good luck.â
Iâd rather have walked over broken glass then text Jill, and Iâd firmly ghosted Snakebites so I was scared to reopen communication to ask if she was stalking me. I had to drop it. But it haunted me, that lipstick kiss.
For months I was jumpy, wondering which of my spurned lovers had done it. And why. Was it a threat? A goodbye? I lay awake thinking about it, worrying about how everyone Iâd dated knew where I lived, which car was mine.
Finally, nothing else happened and I moved on. The kiss would remain a mystery and I had to be content with that.
It was a year later when I finally started filling my mom in on my dating escapades that I finally got closure. She was hooting and laughing as I went over the table debacle. Then I paused and added, âAnd then this kiss showed up on my car.â
âDid you like it?â
âWhat? No! Iâm pretty sure one of them was stalking me! Who else would leave a kiss on my car?â
My mom started bellowing with laughter. âI did!â She wheezed.
Apparently. My mother had been driving by my place. And decided that a cute little gesture would be to leave me a kiss. And then decided to never mention it to me even though sheâs never done anything like that previously.
âIt scared the crap out of me!â I yelled while she collapsed with helpless laughter. âI thought I had a stalker! How could I possibly have known that was you?!â
âHow could I have known youâd just broken up with three girls at once?â She wheezed in rejoinder and like. Fair play.
So thatâs how my mom convinced me I had a stalker and I got out of buying a $500 table.
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