#but they are smiling and there’s just the text of you promised. I know

[daisymbin]

more blackmail material? - choi seungcheol

read pt1 first: look at me!

warnings: none i think?

pairings: choi seungcheol x reader (use of she)

genre: friends to lovers~

wc: 2.2k

drunken confessions series

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you wake up to the familiar weight of seungcheol’s hand clutching yours tightly; that being the only part of your body that feels comfy. your back hurts & your legs are numb. you had fallen asleep while sitting on the floor by the bed, holding his hand. you look over to him, his brows furrow slightly as he mumbles something intangible as you tried to escape his grasp, and your heart squeezes at the sight. for a moment, you wonder what he’s dreaming about, his expression so peaceful yet intense.

his hair tousled and his expression adorable. a small smile tugs at your lips as you take in the sight of him, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection.

you gently try to pry his hand on yours, but that was proven difficult when seungcheol unconsciously tightens his hold. after a good 10 minutes of trying, you managed to get him to let go, careful not to wake him, and make your way to the kitchen. the apartment is still, save for the soft sounds of the world outside waking up. as you prepare a light breakfast, your mind races with thoughts of what to say when seungcheol wakes up. would he remember anything? would he regret his words?

your heart races at the thought. just as you’re pouring a glass of apple juice, the soft sound of shuffling interrupts your thoughts. you turn to see seungcheol standing in the doorway, bleary-eyed and slightly disheveled, his hair in all sorts of direction but with a small smile on his face that sends a flutter through your chest.

“morning,” he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep.

“morning,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light, despite the weight of what’s unsaid hanging in the air.

he rubs his eyes, stepping further into the kitchen. “what time is it?”

“almost 11,” you tell him, watching as he yawns and stretches, the sight somehow both adorable and mesmerizing.

“11?” he echoes, clearly surprised. “how did I sleep so long?”

you chuckle softly, knowing the answer. “you were pretty tired from all that dancing and… other activities last night.”

the blush creeping across his cheeks is immediate, and he glances down at the floor, avoiding your gaze. “did I… say anything embarrassing?”

you hesitate, a wave of uncertainty & disappointment washing over you. you see the sincerity in his eyes, and despite the urge to tell him the truth, you weren't sure if its something he had meant to let out, or if he even meant it. maybe he was just…drunk? or maybe he'll come to remember it in a few hours? “no, not really,” you reply, a soft smile gracing your lips.

he seems to relax at your words, though a shadow of confusion still lingers in his expression. “thank god. I was worried I made a fool of myself or said something I shouldn't have.”

just then, his phone buzzes loudly on the table, interrupting the moment. he glances at it, his brow furrowing. “it’s jihoon. he wants me to come help with something.”

“now?” you ask, feeling a twinge of disappointment at the thought of losing this moment.

“yeah, I should probably go,” he says, though he seems reluctant to leave. “but I’ll text you later, okay?”

“sure,” you reply, trying to hide your disappointment. “just…be safe. drink lots of water, you need it.”

“i will.” he promises, a soft smile on his lips before he grabs his things and heads out the door.

as soon as he’s gone, you let out a sigh, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. what now? you wonder, glancing at your phone and deciding to take a break from it all. you text seungkwan to see if he wants to grab brunch.

when you meet seungkwan at your favorite café, he immediately senses something is off. “so, what happened after you sent seungcheol home?” he asks, leaning in, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. “did anything…happen last night? did you guys talk it out this morning?”

you shake your head, stirring your latte absently with a sigh. “he doesn’t remember anything, he asked if he said anything stupid last night & I just told him no.”

“he doesn’t remember?” seungkwan looks flabbergasted. “are you serious?”

“sadly, yeah.” you reply, feeling a bit defeated. “I thought he would, but I guess not.”

“that’s not good,” seungkwan muttered softly, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “shall we have have some cake? the red velvet from here is really good, i’ll go order one.”

before you can even answer him, seungkwan already got up, he subtly pulls out his phone and steps away. “just a sec, I’ll be right back,” he says, heading towards the counter of the café.

“since when did you like red velvet?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, but he waves you off with a laugh. “oh, you know.. just the one they have here is good so….” he replies. you can sense he’s hiding something but you dont ask

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jeonghan wastes no time. after receiving a few messages from an exasperated seungkwan, he heads straight to jihoon's place, excitement & mischief pulsing through him. he arrives, knocking briskly on the door until jihoon opens it, looking surprised to see him.

“jeonghan? what’s up?” jihoon asks, stepping aside to let him in.

“where’s seungcheol?” jeonghan demands, scanning the room until he spots him lounging on the couch, looking rather confused.

“he’s right here. what’s going on?” jihoon asks, glancing back and forth between the two of them.

jeonghan strides over to seungcheol, a teasing grin on his face. “shouldn’t you be taking your girlfriend, no, future mrs choi on a date right now? why are you here with jihoon?”

seungcheol blinks, utterly bewildered. “what are you talking about, jeonghan? I don’t-”

“you don’t what?” jeonghan cuts him off, pulling out his phone. “you don’t remember what you did last night? what you said?”

seungcheol’s expression shifts to confusion, and he rubs the back of his neck, trying to recall the events of the night. “what do you mean? did I do or say something embarrassing?”

with a smirk, jeonghan taps on the video he recorded the night before. he hadn't planned on pulling out his stored blackmail material so soon but thank god he recorded it.

as he hits play, seungcheol’s eyes widen, watching himself stand on the table whining about all the other boys you paid attention to instead of him, followed quickly by a tipsy grin plastered on his face as he confesses his undying love for you.

“what..what is this?” he exclaims, staring at the screen, the realization dawning on him.

“you confessing, you idiot,” jeonghan says, barely holding back laughter. “you were all mushy and everything!”

jihoon, who had been completely unaware of the events from the night before having stayed home, watches the video together, mouth agape. “wait, he really did that?”

“yoon jeonghan did you use A.I to fabricate this or something? there's no way I did that. I wouldn't….” seungcheol tries to push it onto jeonghan, trying to deny reality.

“really? you wouldn't? you think the chances of me using A.I is higher than you drunkardly confessing whilst standing on a table in a club?” jeonghan asked as he tried to hold back his laugher.

jihoon steps closer as he says, “honestly the A.I sounds more believable, you pull stupid pranks all the time, i wouldnt be surprised, but then again….if it's really A.I and it isn't real then thats kinda… nah. yoon jeonghan wouldnt joke about something like this. yup, looks real to me.” jihoon finishes as he pats seungcheol on his back.

jeonghan, seeing as seungcheol still doesn't believe him, pulls out his messaging app, opening his chat with seungkwan, “it's not A.I you idiots, who do you think i am? i love a good prank but this A.I shit is too much work, i dont have enough energy for that. here.” jeonghan then slides his phone over to seungcheol, messages from seungkwan earlier in its full glory.

roommate boo 🍊:

[12:17 PM] I can't believe that idiot can't remember what he did last night!!! hyung, do something!!!

[12:19 PM] I thought he lost his mind when he stood on that table crying over her last night BUT NO, NOW he's lost his mind! i thought some sense finally went into that head of his, how can he forget???

[12:22 PM] hyung!! do something! this isn't right and it's not fair to her! she looks so sad!!!!! show him that video you recorded last night!!!! 😡

“yup,” jeonghan says, enjoying seungcheol's mortification. “and now you can’t just let it slide. you need to talk to her and make this right. tell me, was she still in your apartment this morning?” he asked as he folded his arms. at a small nod of seungcheol’s head, jeonghan continued “that silly girl. I texted her to come down after putting you to bed, i even offered to send her home but she was worried about you and said she'd stay. how could you forget?”

seungcheol feels a rush of embarrassment & guilt flood through him as he stares at the screen which now shows jeonghan's text from you. “I can’t believe I did that,” he groans, burying his face in his hands. “and I can't believe I forgot…did she..does she-”

“does she like you?” jeonghan finishes for him, “you're such an idiot. for someone who claims to be looking at the love of their life all the time, you sure are blind for not seeing how she looks at you just as much.” jeonghan says with a satisfied smile on his face. “you owe her a real date after that confession.”

“and an apology.” jihoon added.

“i thought she’d tell me if i’d done something like that, but she didn’t. maybe she’s just… sparing me from rejection.”

jeonghan scoffed. “please, she looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky last night. she’s probably overthinking, just like you are.”

seungcheol lets out a sigh he didnt know he was holding, his resolve building as he processes everything. “I need to find her.” jihoon could only smirking at his friend’s flustered state.

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after brainstorming with jeonghan and jihoon, seungcheol decided on a plan. he’d cook her favorite, miyeok guk (yall remember cooks coups? lmao) it wasn’t just for birthdays, after all, and he knew she’d appreciate the thought. jeonghan offered to help, though he teased relentlessly about how much was riding on this meal.

it was almost doomed when seungcheol managed to burn the soup, the kitchen filling with a slightly charred smell as he looked on in horror. jeonghan swooped in, shaking his head with an exasperated grin. “good thing i’m here,” he muttered, salvaging the meal with a few choice spices and a lot of patience.

once the miyeok guk was safely simmering, seungcheol added a few finishing touches around his apartment: candles with her favorite scent, a small bouquet of her favorite flowers, and warm lighting that made the whole room feel like a cozy haven.

finally, he texted you, saying he needed help with something. you arrived, clueless, expecting a favor and absolutely not prepared for the sight of him standing there, nerves showing slightly as he shifted from foot to foot.

before you could ask, he cleared his throat. “so… about last night…”

you froze, realizing he might remember. “last night?”

he gave a small, uncertain smile, looking at you with a soft intensity. “i know you didn’t say anything, but… jeonghan showed me the video. i just… i thought maybe you didn’t tell me because… maybe you don’t feel the same, and you were trying to save me from that.”

you stared at him, heart racing. “no, i… i thought you might regret it,” you admitted softly, glancing down. “i didn’t want to bring it up if… if it was something you didn’t mean.”

seungcheol stepped closer, reaching out to gently lift your chin so you’d meet his gaze. “i meant every word,” he murmured. “and this time, i want to say it sober; knowing exactly what i’m saying. i like you… so much. and if you’ll let me, i’d like to take you on a real date.”

a smile spread across your face as you let his words sink in. “then… i’d like that, too,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

the uncertainty melted from his expression, replaced by a soft warmth. reaching out, he took your hand in his, holding it as if it were something precious. he chuckled softly, still a little shy. “so, um… how about some miyeok guk? i might’ve had a bit of help from jeonghan, but it’s your favorite.” he refused to let you know about how he had actually burnt it & jeonghan had salvaged it. but little did he know, jeonghan had been recording his friend again when he was panicking & making a mess of the kitchen while whining, more blackmail material perhaps?

“i’d love that,” you replied, heart swelling at the gesture.

as you both sat down, laughing together over the slightly imperfect soup, you felt a contentment settle in, the kind that only came from being exactly where you were meant to be, with exactly the person you were meant to be with.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

sucker! (m.b.)

a/n: welcome back cheerleader madison!!!!

pairing: cheerleader!madison beer x g!p f!jock!reader

warnings: smut, g!p reader!!!, praise, pet names, handjob, blowjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), p in v sex, creampie

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with halloween passing, student council was handing out some candy to the student body.

with your girlfriend having a massive sweet tooth, it was out of the goodness of your heart that you pleaded the student council for some extra candy to surprise her with.

‘are you coming or what?’

a text from madison popped up on your screen, you swiped to open it and replied quickly.

‘miss me?’

you typed and sent with a smirk on your face. you had promised to come over and help her with the chemistry homework you had to get done. you both were on the home stretch until graduation.

it was time to focus up.

‘don’t flatter yourself.’ she replied not even a minute later.

‘so that’s a yes.’ you texted just as you reached her front porch. ‘here, princess.’

she took about 20 seconds to bolt down the steps and open the door. you couldn’t help but eye her up and down. she was just in a tight shirt & shorts with her knee high socks accentuating her legs.

“eyes up here!” she said, her two fingers split apart, gesturing to her own eyes.

“sorry, i like what i see!” you admitted, a cheeky smile plastered across your face.

she scoffed and rolled her eyes, stepping aside to let you in. you pouted at her, leaning down to her level.

“is princess stressed out about the homework?” you asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek. she nodded hesitantly, you smiled reassuringly. “we’ll be okay, don’t worry. let’s get started then, the sooner the better. then we can do whatever we want.”

she flashed that award-winning smile at you, it made you weak in the knees. she grabbed your hand and you both ran up the stairs to her room.

she had her books & laptop spread across her desk, you pulled up another chair and sat right beside her.

“seems like you’ve gotten pretty far, baby.” you nodded in approval. “not that much more to go. how about i let you finish up then quiz you with my flashcards?”

despite the pressure starting to sink in with practice, you always managed to find the time to hit the books. you found yourself perfecting the art of tine management slowly but surely. and you always managed to find time for madison.

madison was different, she was extremely intelligent but her time management skills were harder to master. practice for her was exceedingly difficult. she would stay late hours in the gym, perfecting tricks on her own. you often worried.

she hummed in response, signalling agreement. you pulled out your own books from your bag and leaned back in your chair, highlighting through important parts.

after a few minutes, madison gained the confidence to grab your attention and ask you to quiz her. a sly smile was on your face as you pulled out your flashcards along with a heart-shaped lollipop covered in clear plastic.

her eyes widened, she loved sweets. and you knew you were going to have to reward her for doing well.

“if you get them all right, i’ll give you this.” you held it out, she tried to grab it but you yanked your hand away in time. “bad girl. c’mon, it’s only ten questions.” you tutted.

she huffed and sat still, “okay, get on with it.”

one question right.

two questions right

five questions right.

seven questions right.

and then she hesitates on the last one.

“i… i don’t know.” madison bites her lip, admitting defeat.

“you know it, baby.” you said, in hopes of jogging her brain.

“i don’t. i skipped over it.” she sighed, turning back to the book. you took pity on her with how cute she looked pouting.

you decided to unwrap the lollipop and hold it out for her. she turned to you, a sparkle in her eyes.

“you did your best, princess. i think that should be rewarded just as much.” you nodded at her. “go on.”

she stuck her tongue out and you put the red heart on it flat. she wrapped her lips around it, you could feel her sucking on it gently, trying to taste the flavor.

she had her eyes shut briefly, but when she opened them— you knew you set yourself up very poorly. she made direct eye contact with you while slightly bobbing her head around the sucker.

you watched her intensely, keeping eye contact. you felt your jeans start to get tight, your bulge starting to peek through. and when madison’s eyes flickered downwards, you knew she’d caught it too.

it was almost too easy for her to get you going, especially when you watched those plump lips of hers work the lollipop when they should be working you.

“someone’s excited.” she said, detaching her lips from the heart. “need me to fix that?” you frantically nodded, who were you to say no to your stunning girlfriend with a need to please you?

madison lowered herself onto her knees, unbuckling your pants. you lifted yourself off the chair slightly so she could move them down to pool at your ankles.

your bulge was pressed up against your boxers, a small patch displaying the pre-cum that was eager to escape. her nails latched onto your boxers and pulled them down. you sighed in relief as your length was set free, you would have hit that point of discomfort if madison let it stay trapped any longer.

she took your impressive length in her hand, slowly jerking it off. her tongue went flat against your tip, taking up all the existing pre-cum that was already trickling down. she moaned softly at the taste, wrapping her lips around it.

your hands gripped the chair, a soft grunt leaving your lips as you tried to hold yourself back from fucking into her mouth. madison angled herself up a little more so she could take more of you in.

she lowered herself more, her head starting to bob up and down. you balled some of her hair into your fist, pulling and pushing in response. her hand gripped the base of your cock, squeezing slightly.

you were almost too sensitive, the imagine of her sucking the lollipop was fresh in your mind. as you started to feel a knot build in your stomach, you decided to take control of the situation.

you pushed madison’s head down until her nose hit the base of your dick, forcing her to deepthroat you.

“you can take it baby, take it like the princess you are.” you said through groans. you heard her gag around your dick and then released her head. she removed herself completely from around you but her hand kept stroking you.

“good girl.” you chuckled, feeling that knot build even further. you were so close to snapping but you couldn’t let her go untouched.

you pulled her into a standing position, your fingers pulling her shorts and panties down together until they were all tangled up. she stepped out of them and stood in front of you.

“so pretty, you’ve got such a perfect pussy for me.” you said, running your pointer finger through her leaking folds. you could hear how wet she was just from a simple gesture. your thumb applies pressure on her clit and you heard her whimper, she was practically begging for more.

you slipped a finger into her, pressing soft kisses on her belly. you pulled her closer by the back of her thigh, she shuffled until she was standing over your knee. your finger slowly pumped into her while your thumb continued to rub quick circles on her clit.

the contrast of your slow pace inside of her and your quick pace on her clit made her head go fuzzy, it wouldn’t take long for her to finish all over you.

as much as you wanted to see her cum like this, you wanted her even closer. you pulled your finger out of her and spread her legs more so she could hover over you.

“c’mon baby, sit on it.” you took your length in between your pointer finger and thumb, lining it up perfectly with madison’s opening. she nodded and slowly lowered herself down.

she whined feeling herself get stretched out by you. you groaned softly as you felt her clench around your cock, you could have finished then and there. she whimpered softly adjusting to how big you were, her nails digging into your shoulders.

“fuck… so big.” she cussed out, her hand moving to grip your hair. you moaned softly at the feeling of her nails scratching at your scalp.

“so.” she lifted herself slowly and let herself drop down.

“fucking.” again.

“big!” again. you gripped her waist, lifting her up and bringing her back down smack against you. she started letting out chopped moans, getting louder with each thrust.

you scrambled at her desk to grab the lollipop, putting it into her mouth. her parents were home and you didn’t want them hearing. she moaned around the sucker, her eyes shutting in pleasure.

“you’re so fucking hot like this, princess.” you breathed out, watching the sight unravel in front of you. the pet name spurred her on even more, she lifted her shirt for you, exposing her breasts. they bounced with every move she made.

you quickly took one into your mouth, your hand palming against the other one. you swirled your tongue against her hardening nipple, forcing a gasp out of her. your other hand rolled her nipple between your two fingers.

all the stimulation made it easy for madison to reach her peak, and you felt yours arriving as well.

“close! close… gonna fuckin…” she choked out, her head falling back. “cumming!” she called out, holding the lollipop between her teeth.

you felt her clench around you, her hips starting to stutter. you felt her orgasm wash over her, her cum coating your dick. you immediately followed soon after, cumming inside her with a grunt. you grinded her hips against yours, helping her ride it out.

it was impressive to the both of you that you stayed hard.

you surprised her by standing up, sitting her down on the desk. you gave her a few seconds to recover before snapping your hips against hers again. she gasped but didn’t complain.

she had her legs wrapped around your waist, her ankles digging into your back. you fucked into her, holding eye contact as the lollipop was still in her mouth. you removed it and replaced it with your lips, tasting the sugar on hers.

you pushed her until her back was against the wall of the desk, feeling your dick hit that gummy spot that made her eyes roll into the back of her head. her mouth fell open in a perfect ‘o’ shape, heavy breathing coming from the two of you.

“fuck! right there, right there!” she cried out, tears starting to form in her eyes. your thumb joined your dick in your agenda to pleasure her, frantically flicking against her bundle of nerves.

“fuck, you feel so good, baby.” you said into the skin of her neck, leaving wet kisses on her skin. “yeah, you gonna cum again? wanna feel you cum on me again.”

you started to find yourself struggling to thrust, feeling madison’s walls clench around you with her impending orgasm on the way. you took her boob into your mouth again, nipping at her skin.

“don’t stop! don’t stop! don’t fucking stop!” she begged, the desk rattling with each thrust you made.

“gonna fill you up, princess.” you said.

“yeah! yeah… fucking cum inside me.” she responded, that was enough for you to reach your second orgasm alongside her.

you felt her legs tremble as that white-hot flash of heat snapped in her stomach, her hips bucking against yours as she came. you bottomed out entirely into her and pumped your cum into her, softly groaning as you did.

“all this cause of a sucker?” she asked after a second, teasing you.

“all this and more.” you said, lifting her up again and throwing her onto the bed.

“we’re never gonna get chemistry done.” she rolled her eyes.

“we have enough chemistry here.” you joked, climbing on top of her.

“that was horrible.” she threw a soft punch at your upper arm. you two laughed in harmony.

“you know what else is horrible?” you asked.

“what?”

“that i’m still hard.”

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author’s journal

okay i think i ate w this one actually this was so fun.

also my first time writing g!p reader so i hope it’s pretty okay.

i’ve missed writing for mads so much!!! and i’m sorry if i kept any of you guys waiting cause i’ve been extremely busy with my last semester of uni ever!!!

here’s to hoping that i graduate!!

kisses xx

[hw4-l1z]

hi! I was the one who requested the "fuck the stress out of me" fic. I loved it so much omg I was just reading it for like the 15th time. I got another one if you don't mind

<3 take you time with it tho <3

instrumentalist reader and hyunjin. hyunjin has always admired reader's fingers, how they would move so flexibly on a violin, or so fast on a piano. he sends a text to one of his members like ("omg his fingers I swear. i'm so jealous of his future partner") or smth along those lines, but he accidentally sends it to mn. and then mn fingers him so damn well.

sincerely, me, a violinist, living vicariously through this.

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Idk much about instruments so...sorry I tried😭

Sub!hyunjin x Dom!m!reader

Cw: fingering// hyunjin almost has a panic attack// spit as lube// finger sucking// mentions of saliva// handjob//

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Hyunjin= purple text

Reader= green text

It was a simple little mistake. His stupid ass fingers clicked the wrong contact. He hadn't realized until he got a message from you, seeing that your message had made no sense he clicked on the notification thinking maybe YOU text the wrong person.

His heart fucking dropped. His confused expression turned into a face of pure fear. There he saw that his message that was meant for felix was instead sent to you. He was so embarrassed face turning red as he read over his own message again and again.

It was a picture of your hands whilst you were playing the piano followed by:

"HOLY SHIT HIS HANDS HIS FUCKING HANDS, HIS FINGERS AHHHH I NEED THEM IN ME NOW"

"His future partner is gonna be so fucking lucky GOD I'M JEALOUS"

How could he be so stupid. He should've properly looked at the contact he was sending these texts to ESPECIALLY since they were horny ones. It's common for him and lix to send messages thirsting over men but now he's not sure he wants to be doing that anymore. He reads over your message.

"Ummm...thank you?? Was that meant for me?"

He was about to reply apologising before the speech bubble appears signalling that you're typing.

"Hyunjin?"

"Are you still in the building? Where are you I wanna talk to you"

His heart begins to pound in his chest, his breathing picks up as his eyes well up with tears. He's about to have a panic attack. He can't believe this is happening. He wants to message you back but the other part of him wants to block your number and avoid you for the rest of his life. But he loves you too much to cut you out his life like that so he decides to message back.

"Y/n, I'm so fucking sorry"

"I'm still here I'm in chan-hyung's studio"

"It's alright let me just talk to you, come back to the room"

"Please"

He stand up on shaky legs as he leaves the studio room and towards the room you're in. He stands outside the door for a minute, trying to calm himself down and wipe away his tears. He builds up the courage finally, knocking on the door lightly before opening the door. You're sitting there patiently wating on the small couch in the room. You look up at him and tell him to sit down next to you.

"Hyunjin...I-"

He cuts you off before you can speak "Y/n I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I promise I wasn't trying to be weird, I understand if you think I'm gross but I just wanna apologise, it was wrong and weird and out of order and-"

"HYUNJIN" you shout, shutting him up quickly. "Slow down, take a breath...I'm not mad at you I just wanna know...who exactly have you been sending those messages to" you quirk up a brow. You knew about his crush on you but you never knew he was sending his horny thoughts about you to someone.

"Ummm...felix..." He says shyly. "Felix? You thirst over me to Felix? Hmm" you look away surprised. "Does he do the same? Not about me but does he thirst over anyone to you?" You ask.

A little smile grew on his lips, realizing you're more interested than mad, "yeah" he laughs through his nose "he thirsts over channie-hyung alot".

"Hmm I'm not surprised to be honest...so you wanna talk about what you said hmm?" You said smirking at him. His eyes widen as he turns to face you "talk about it? Like what?" He questions.

"Well maybe talk about what exactly you meant, what you want me to do with them" you give him a teasing grin. His face flushes as he sees you moving closer to him slowly. "Do I have to say it? You read it yourself you know what I want" he looks at you with sparkling eyes.

"I wanna hear it for myself. Tell me what you want darling" you say, your face now nearly touching his, your noses brushing lightly against eachothers. "I...want you to use your hands on me" he breathes, going for the kiss before you pull yourself back, pushing him away a little. "Ah ah ah, not what those messages said. I'll give you what you want if you just use your words and tell me what you really want".

You raise your eyebrows up at him quickly, urging him to say it. He looks at the ground before quietly saying "want you to finger me". You shake your head, hooking a finger under his chin and making him look you in the eyes "louder and more clear" you rasp. He gives you a frustrated look before finally saying it "I want you to finger me please" he begs louder this time. "Good boy" you say as you tap his cheek.

Your lips crash onto his, moving him back until he's laying down. Your hips pressing into his so perfectly as your tongue enters into his mouth. He moans into the kiss as one of your hands move down his body, cupping his length. You begin to lightly squeeze and rub it from outside his shorts as he squirms under you.

You waste no time as you begin to yank off his shorts and underwear leaving him in just his shirt. His cock leaking against his lower abdomen as you spread open his legs. You stick two fingers into his mouth to wet them, swirling them around as he sucks and coats them perfectly. Once you feel they're wet enough you pull them from his mouth a string of saliva connecting your fingers and his lips. You move your hand down and in-between his legs, pressing them against his puckered hole. You rub it gently before slowly sliding on of your long slender fingers into him, it reaches further than he can reach with his own and it feels so fucking good.

You slip in a second finger before you begin to slowly move them in and out of him. Your other hand wrapping around his weeping cock, stroking it at the same pace as your fingers inside him. He moves his hands behind his back to lift his hips up and give himself more leverage to make it easier for you. Your fingers are pumping into him faster now, moving at such a pleasurable pace as your hand on his cock does the same.

You curl your fingers up as the pads of your fingers press against his prostate deliciously as his hips buck up with a loud moan. He looks gorgeous. Such a mess and all because of your fingers. You lean back down whilst your hands are still working rapidly, kissing his deep and full of lust. His head is spinning, the feeling of his hole being used and the warmth around his cock is all too much. He can already feel himself about to cum. He knows it's quick but he just can't help how good he feels.

His eyes roll back as his jaw slacks open, you pull away from him slightly, watching the look on his face as he cums all over his tummy. A strained moan leaving him as his body tenses through it. Once his body relaxes again he's panting and jerking up into your hand as he rides out his orgasm. Your cock twitching in your pants at the sight of it all.

"Care to help me now?"

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[megwritesriddles]

Just Can't Hide it ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 20 - Premature Ejaculation. Mike is determined to ask Reader to be his girlfriend, Reader is determined to have sex. Mike can't quite keep up with his own desires, but is happy to compensate.

Tags: Premature ejaculation, Unprotected sex, Oral sex (f receiving), Cum-eating, Workplace sex, Over a desk, Coworkers, Getting together, New relationship, Fluff, Not canon complaint (no evil animatronics).

Word count: 2.8k

Read it on ao3! | Masterlist

Authors note: This is a part two to Call Me (Anytime!), I had one request for it and I kinda thought it fit this prompt so I did it!! This can be read alone though!! It's short and sweet because... well... you know... lol!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

PART 1 HERE !!

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Mike was running late to work. He was furious with himself for letting it get to this, but it turns out he had severely underestimated how time-consuming it would be to buy flowers. The last time he’d bought flowers, for his mother’s funeral, he had just been trying to get it all over with as soon as possible. This was different. He stood in the surprisingly vast flower section of the supermarket, just staring at all of the various options. His eyes had immediately drifted to the more decadent assortments, but he had also quickly come to realise how expensive flowers were. As much as his bank account wanted him to, he couldn’t get you any of the cheapest bouquets, you were worth so much more to him than that, worth more than even the most expensive assortment of perfectly organised roses in the store. Yet, he had to stay realistic, he had himself and Abby to feed until the next payday. He browsed the mid-priced bouquets, even asking the store assistant for help. He’d been an entirely uninterested teenage boy who had offered no help whatsoever. Eventually, Mike realised the time, you would be sitting at work waiting for him to arrive and he was stuck umming and ahhing over some flowers. He settled on a bouquet in your favourite colour, praying you’d like them, and checked out at the self-checkout to save time. 

You were pissed. Mike always lets you know when he is going to be late and why. Even at times when you felt he would have been perfectly justified not to tell you, such as the time last year that Abby was rushed to hospital with a high fever, he had texted you. Yet, you heard nothing. Usually, you might give him the benefit of the doubt, but the telltale sting of rejection is creeping up on you. His lack of communication left you feeling rejected, especially after the nature of the last conversation the two of you had together. When he finally burst into the building, carrying his backpack oddly in his arms, you were feeling huffy. He reaches the security office and grins at you lopsidedly. It takes a lot of effort not to smile back, finding his expression incredibly endearing despite yourself. 

“You finally showed up then?” you frown, tilting your chin up haughtily. You didn’t know why you were acting like this, you knew Mike, he’d have a reason, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. You felt vulnerable. Mike's face falls a little.

“I’m sorry, I have a reason, I promise! I-“ he starts. You keep frowning. You’d had a vision of how this night would go, and it was no longer going that way. It wasn’t his fault, you had never shared your plans, but you still felt… bad. You would’ve arrived at work after him like usual, and you would have gone over to sit on his lap instead of your own chair, preventing him from starting his rounds. You would have teased and toyed with him until he gave in and bent you over the desk like you (and he) had been wanting for so long. But now, the whole thing was messed up. You watch with feigned disinterest as he unzips his backpack. “Here, f-for you,” he smiles nervously, gently extracting the bouquet from his bag and holding it out to you. Your expression melts instantly. A bouquet in your favourite colour, no man had ever been so thoughtful for you before. You take them from him, sniffing the sweet floral scent, your nose brushing the silky petals. 

“Oh Mike…” you sigh, all your previous tension and upset disappearing. He blushes, staring down at where you sit as you inhale the scent of the flowers. He takes a deep breath, summoning all the courage he has.

“I would… I would really like it if you would… uh… be my girlfriend?” he stammers out, immediately cursing himself for his phrasing. That hadn’t come out like he’d practised in the bathroom mirror earlier this evening. “I-I mean… only if you want to, of course, but I would be so happy if–”

“Yes,” you respond, smiling up at him, the lower half of your face still behind the bouquet. He stares at you, momentarily dumbstruck, mouth slightly ajar. Then his expression transforms, he grins wide and slightly crooked with excitement.

“You will?” he exhales.

“I will, come here,” you gently place down the bouquet on the security desk, still wrapped in its paper. You stand and open your arms for him, he’s immediately surging forward into your embrace. He needs this like he needs air. He can’t remember the last time he embraced someone who wasn’t family, and even then, if Abby wasn’t counted, it must have been at least years. It would have felt good if it was anyone, but it was you. The object of all his desires and adoration, the most beautiful woman in the world, his closest friend. He wraps his arms tight around your middle, lifting you ever-so-slightly into the air as he embraces you. This makes you giggle a little, your arms settling around his neck. He places you back down and looks at you, deep into your eyes. He’s never felt so overjoyed in his life. His girlfriend. He can barely process it, but you’re right there, smiling sweetly, the corners of your eyes crinkling in the way he adores. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in awe. You just blush a little and shrug him off. 

“Says you,” you huff, smiling more as he pulls you even closer. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” he chuckles. “You must just be seeing your reflection in my eyes,” you laugh softly, staring into his eyes, certainly not paying any attention to the impression of yourself in them. You lean forward and press your lips to his. His eyes slip shut immediately, as do yours. His hands settle on your waist, kissing you back a little tentatively. It’s been a long time, and he doesn’t dare to mess it up, but he needs it more than anything. You take the lead, feeling his nerves, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself closer. Softly, you toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, enjoying the way he keens into it. You’re like a dream to him, the best dream he’s ever had, completely blissful and unhaunted by the past. He gently drags his tongue along your bottom lip and you part them in response. He hums, carefully letting his tongue explore your mouth, all his movements soft and controlled. “You’re perfect, you taste perfect, sweet,” he mumbles between kisses, his hands sliding up and down your body, getting to know every outline.

“Imagine how I might taste elsewhere,” you whisper against his lips, instantly shifting the mood, grinning when he chokes out a moan. He’s certainly imagining it now, his hands tightening on you.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his cock hardening rapidly in his jeans. “Don’t say stuff like that, I’m a desperate guy,” he laughs lowly, trying to sound jokey, but meaning it completely. With you so close and beautiful and best of all willing, he’s having a hard time holding it together.

“Take me then,” you whisper, excited that things are finally going as you planned, even though becoming Mike’s girlfriend had turned out to be a rather nice diversion. He groans, leaning in to kiss your neck.

“Are you sure?” he questions shakily as you push his hoodie off of his shoulders. 

“So sure, this is what I want, and I know you want it too,” you murmur, leaning your head back so he can kiss under your jaw, sucking softly. You hope he’s leaving marks. The two of you pull away from one another briefly to shed your clothes. A coating of pink dusts the tips of Mike’s ears and you can tell he’s a little insecure, but you find him unbelievably sexy. He’s broad and muscular in the arms, with a bit of softness around his belly and, not to mention, incredibly well-endowed. He stands at full attention, twitching and leaking pre-cum as he watches your body be revealed to him. Every insecurity that might have existed in the back of your mind is gone as soon as his eyes are on you, drinking you in like you’re a piece of art. He exhales needily, moving toward you. 

“You look unbelievable, fuck, I need you bad,” he chuckles deeply, one hand coming to gently cup your breast, the other sliding behind you onto your ass. He closes his eyes, trembling slightly in excitement. He can’t believe that he’s being blessed with this, there were no words in all of language to explain how grateful he was. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent. “You are a dream,” he promises against your skin. You giggle softly. His hands massage you for a moment, drinking in your form and presence. You definitely shouldn’t be doing this at work, but the door is closed, and no one ever comes here. Neither of you was stopping in any case. You move out of his arms and he groans in protest but quickly recovers when he sees you bending yourself over the desk. You gently move the keyboard and bouquet out of the way, lying yourself on the cool surface, tipping your ass into the air. “Oh God, yes,” he whispers huskily, stepping behind you. His cock rests heavily on your ass and he shivers at the sight of it. He can’t wait to sink into you, he needs it bad and based on how wet you look, you do too. He smooths his hands up and down the curve of your back for a while, taking a deep breath to ground himself. “Can I? Please?” he sighs, squeezing your hips and tugging you a little closer. You wiggle your ass enticingly, making him bite his lip.

“Fuck me, Mike,” you purr, making him moan a little. He’s so weak for you, completely overwhelmed by your presence. He slowly eases himself into your welcoming heat, letting out a groan between his gritted teeth at the way you squeeze around him. He can barely think, his mind clouded and spinning from the sensation. He remains still, unable to move out of fear of immediately falling apart. You’re so warm and tight and God… he’s never felt so good in his life. His cock twitches inside you as you beg him to start moving, but he can’t do it, he knows what will happen the second he does. He doesn’t want to disappoint you, but he’s unsure what to do now. Even the action of pulling out would make him come, the feeling of your walls sliding over him- Fuck. He’s so unbelievably close, biting down on his lip so hard he draws a little blood. Peripherally, he can hear you pleading with him, clearly even getting a little confused. You move, only trying to turn your head to look at him, but the shifting of your body against him has him falling apart. He chokes out a moan, grabbing your hips and slamming fully into you, making you squeak in surprise. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh God,” he wails, his head dipping forward to rest between your shoulder blades as he empties his cum into you in several thick spurts. Your mouth forms a surprised ‘o’ shape, realising he’s already coming. You lie there, waiting it out as he comes down. You’re surprised by just how much he pumps into you, it becomes abundantly clear how little he’d been joking when he called himself desperate. “I’m so sorry, so sorry, you felt too good, I couldn’t help it,” he sobs, kissing over the back of your shoulders as he twitches a final few times. “I’m so sorry baby,” 

“It’s okay,” you sigh, leaning your cheek on the desk. While part of you is undeniably a little disappointed, you also feel a little flattered by how quickly you had him falling apart. You feel him slowly and carefully withdraw himself from you, hissing with sensitivity. He kisses down your spine, making his way down your body so that he has time to catch his breath properly. You try to stand yourself up, but feel a firm hand on your back, pushing you back down. You gasp in surprise and confusion, trying your best to look over your shoulder. Mike kneels between your legs, watching in awe as his seed is slowly beginning to dribble out of you. He groans at the sight. 

“You are breathtaking, I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend now,” he breathes. “Can I clean up the mess I made?” he asks quietly, smiling when he spots you clenching around nothing, making a little more of his cum trickle out of you.

“Yeah,” you breathe, relaxing against the table. “Please do,” He leans forward, taking a second to smell the pure sex radiating off of you. That smell was way more delightful to him than it should have been. He then licks a broad stripe up your folds, gathering your mixed essences on his tongue. He takes a deep satisfaction from the mixture of both of your flavours, moaning softly. Another lick, then another, then another. He forgot how much he loved to do this, not having had the chance for so, so long. And you taste better than anyone he’s ever had before, even when mixed with him. Your little moans and gasps drive him insane, pushing him to keep going. He begins to devour you with intent, lapping and suckling in patterned succession, drinking you up completely. His taste fades away, leaving only your own increasing arousal, which is impossibly even more addictive. You grip aimlessly at the surface of the desk as he pleasures you, your eyes rolling back each time he sucks your clit between his lips. He’s incredibly good at this, more so than you expected, which makes you excited for when he will finally have the patience to show off his other skills. He shakes his head, nuzzling closer and flicking his tongue back and forth over your clit with gusto. He grips your ass, spreading you open so he can press his face completely into you. He groans and hums against you, making desperate sounds that prove how much he’s enjoying this. Your moans grow more and more loud and frequent. Slightly, you rock back against his face, he moves perfectly in tandem with you, barely taking a breath, desperate to bring you there. He gives a particularly well-timed suck to your clit and you’re done for. With a loud cry of his name, you fall apart, your body tensing and trembling as you see stars. Your mouth falls open as you ride out the shocks going through your body, only heightened by his tongue still gently caressing your most sensitive spot. You twitch and your hips buck and he happily takes it all. 

“So sweet, you taste so good,” he mumbles against you, the vibrations making you whimper. He eagerly licks up your release and finally withdraws, smoothing his hands over your ass where he spots some finger indents before letting go. You slowly turn around, your movements still a little shaky. He stands, smiling sheepishly, the passion now subsiding into embarrassment once more at his earlier speedy performance. “I’m really sorry about that… it’s been so long and you’re… you and–”

“Hey, it’s alright, at least you didn’t leave me hanging,” you assure, reaching up to wipe his glistening chin. He blushes but relishes your tender touch. 

“I would never do that,” he promises seriously, and he means it. He loves the thought of getting you off almost more than he likes the idea of getting off himself. Though, ideally in future, like tonight, he could have his cake and eat it too. Literally. He pulls you into an embrace, which you immediately reciprocate, the action like a balm to his soul. “You’re perfect, everything about you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“You too,” you sigh happily.

“Even though I have no control over myself?” he laughs self-deprecatingly.

“Even so,” you agree with a soft giggle. “I was kinda flattered, honestly,”

“Thank God for that,” he hums, rubbing your back and holding you close. After a while, the two of you part long enough to redress. He helps you to zip up your jeans while you pull your shirt over his head. His hoodie ends up on you, but he says nothing about it, smiling fondly. The two of you cuddle up on the small ratty couch in the corner of the security room after filling a mug with water to rest your bouquet in. He spoons you from behind like he promised he would, his head tucked against your shoulder, arm lovingly around your waist. At that moment, everything feels alright in the world. Mike finally has you in his arms, as his girlfriend, and nothing has ever felt better. 

Neither of you do a single second of work that night, but really, who will ever know?

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xoxoxo

[beef-brisket]

Charlie: Okay, everyone! Thank you for coming! It's been... a few days since the extermination and the loss of Sir Pentious.

The room was compl silent. Everyone was still exhausted and grieving.

Lucifer looked around the lobby. Angel was hugging a cyclops woman, who looked like she hadn't gotten any sleep since the exterminations. Lute looks like she's on her 1oth bottle. Peter is curled up in Adam's arm, making some sort of bug necklace. And Adam looked tense. Really tense. At least he wasn't looking like he's on the edge of death and bleeding everywhere.

Charlie: I want to thank everyone for what they did. Defending the hotel and their friends against something that had been completely indestructible. Neither dad or I have heard anything from Heaven-

Cherry: Really!? Why the fuck are we waiting to hear from them?! We should storm the fucking gates!

Vaggie: Are you insane? You'll be dead before you even left Hell!

Cherry: The fuck are we ment to do!? Sit back and do nothing!?

Charlie: For now. Sorry, Cherry. I couldn't imagine-

Cherry: No. You fucking can't.

Cherry pushes herself out of Angel's arms and storms out of the hotel. Angel looks down, shaking his head.

Charlie: Sorry, Angel, I didn't mean-

Angel: You're okay toots. It wasn't your fault.

Angel gave Charlie a soft smile, which she returned. Lucifer listened to everything Charlie was saying. They want to have a feast in honor of Sir Pentious.

Charlie: Adam, would you be able to cook for us?

Adam: I'd love to, my dear.

Charlie: Thank you so much, Adam! Hm... Dad, would you be able to hang around after this? I'd like to talk to you!

Lucifer: Sure think, Char.

Charlie smiled at him and continued talking. Lucifer looked over to Adam, who was accepting a roach necklace from Peter. Weirdly enough, it actually suited him.

He could see Adam instantly relax when Peter ran off.

Charlie: Okay- that'll be all! Thank you everyone, go rest, and I'll send a text to everyone when dinner is almost ready!

Everyone disbursed, Angel and Lute had a few drinks at the bar, and they mostly sat in silence. Peter was long gone. Adam had teleported away, mumbling something about fixing his reputation.

As long as he's back to cook dinner, Lucifer doesn't care what he is doing. As long as he was sage.

Charlie: Dad!

Lucifer snapped out of this thoughts, and turned to Charlie, smiling.

Walking over, he pulled her into a hug. He could tell how tired she is, how sore.

Lucifer: You need to rest, Charlie.

Charlie: I know- I will, I promise. I just need your help- if you're feeling uo to it.

Lucifer beamed. She needed HIS help. No one else's. He can't wait to find out what she needs. Maybe there's some reports she needs help with, maybe trying to schedule a contract report to rub their win in Heavens face.

Charlie: Are you able to help Adam with dinner?

What?

Lucifer: Why?

Charlie: He's been acting strange. Since the extermination. I think... Alastor might have done something. I know you two aren't exactly friends, but if you could try and be nice- just for tonight, that would be great, dad!

Lucifer: Me!? She's as big of a shit stain as I am! Why not speak to him-

Charlie: He's gone, dad. I can't talk to him. But I will when he gets back. I promise.

Lucifer: ...fine, I'll help him tonight-

Charlie: Thank you dad!

Lucifer smiled as his daughter hugged him tightly. He's always doing anything she wants. Even if it's spending a few hours with Adam. They both k ow how to cook. It should go well.

Adam stalked the streets of Pride, getting madder and madder by the second. No one was afraid of him. Turns out Vox had lice streamed the whole thing. Not that Adam was surprised.

Sinner: Oh hey! You lived! Watching that angel beat the crap out of you was the highlight of my whole fucking afterlife!

Everyone laughed. Adam was furious. He hasn't killed anyone since joining the hotel. He's even cut down on his cannibalism.

But he's done. He needs that fear everyone had for him. And maybe he should teach Vox a lesson for putting his camera where they don't belong.

For hours, the streets of Pride were soaked in blood, the air stunk of death, and the sidewalk were littered with corpses. Not even hellborn were spared.

Adam was furious, but tearing apart sinners and devouring them were slowly bringing down his anger. Only a little bit.

He laughed as they screamed and begged. He's giving Pride a live show, who needs to broadcast screams when everyone on the streets are his victims. And as a plus, he's destroyed every piece of Voxtech.

Adam will make them regret laughing at the radio demon.

Lowkey want an au where Adam has Alastors' powers.

The tentacles

The eyes

The changing size

The shadows

The sass

The deal making

Him owning Husk and Nifty

The musical numbers

The radio control

The tentacles- have I mentioned that before?

The rivalry with Lucifer

Maybe he replaces Alastor entirely. No Alastor. Only Adam. It's always been Adam.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

Only Adam lol This is good! His Husk and Nifty could be Lute and Peter.

He doesn't have to smile all the time does he?

Yessss, and he plays rock instead of jazz lol And yes of course there is a rivalry lol

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I really need to read something about Wooyoung, any genre.. pleeese🙏🏿

i took forever on this i feel like, im sorry!! but i had such joy and delusion while writing it, enjoy <3

Being the photographer at bf!wooyoung GQ shoot

pairing: wooyoung x reader

warnings!: mdni-- suggestive mature themes & a lil jealousy

a/n: wooyoung's shoot still lives rent free in my mind & new text fic loading!! (i won't write smut in requests unless asked for! :))

You and Wooyoung have been together for about a year, your career paths go hand in hand—but they’ve never crossed until now. The studio is bustling with other crew members, all focused on making the shoot flawless, but that doesn’t stop him from subtly making you the center of his attention. Every time you try to steady yourself and focus on the job, he catches your gaze, his smirk just for you, layered with a touch of mischief.

As Wooyoung stands under the bright studio lights, looking like a vision in luxury designer wear, his gaze locks onto you—the one behind the camera. He gives you a smirk, his eyes holding a playful glint that only you know too well. His hand brushes through his hair as he adjusts his jacket, but you notice how his eyes linger on you just a little longer than necessary, as if silently reminding you that this show is only for you.

One of the assistants, noticing the tension, leans over and whispers, “He’s really working that look for you, huh?” You laugh it off, cheeks warming, trying to brush it aside as professional admiration. But Wooyoung catches the exchange, giving the assistant a subtle side-eye before turning back to you with an even more determined look as if he’s intent on making it impossible for you to look away.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re getting a little too distracted over there, baby,” he teases, breaking his intense stare with a wink. You roll your eyes, trying to keep things professional, but he definitely doesn’t make it easy. With every pose, he pushes the boundaries just a little—giving you a smoldering look that’s clearly meant to fluster just you.

Between takes, your phone buzzes with a message from him. “Bet you’re having a hard time focusing on the job with a view like this ;)” You glance up, catching his eyes over the top of your phone, and he grins, clearly pleased with himself for making you blush.

“You sure you’re taking pictures of my face?” he asks, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone that only you can hear, his smile becoming even more mischievous. You catch yourself biting your lip and quickly turn your attention back to the camera. “Focus, Wooyoung,” you utter, fighting a grin as you adjust the lens. He chuckles, taking another step closer, his voice lowering even further. “I’d focus a lot better if you were a little closer,” his tone dripping with absolute mischief. He tosses his hair back with a little more flair than usual, and you click away, capturing every detail.

When another photographer comments on how photogenic Wooyoung is, he gives a faint, barely-there smirk, but you don’t miss the way his gaze sharpens as if silently claiming that only you get to admire him like this. He knows exactly what he’s doing, letting his gaze drift over you with a look that’s almost…possessive.

During a break, he steps forward, catching you by surprise. “Did you get the shot?” he asks softly, his voice low as he brushes his hand over yours on the camera. “Or should I give you a few more to make sure?”

Your cheeks heat up, and he laughs, delighted by your reaction. “Just one more?” he teases, leaning in until his breath tickles your ear. “Unless you’re enjoying this view too much to stop.” With one last smirk, he steps back, holding your gaze just long enough to make your heart race.

As the shoot wraps up, he doesn’t move immediately, his gaze still lingering on you. “Let’s get out of here after this,” he whispers, just for you. “I think we both deserve a reward.” The promise in his voice makes your heart skip a beat, leaving you with the thrill of anticipation.

[pdriesta]

a love like this — 6

an — a series of blurbs based on the main couple of "something real". if you're someone that read it, let me know if you have requests <3 this chapter is based on this request, i hope you enjoy!

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it started with the little things.

the way she moved a fraction slower in the mornings, her usually sharp replies softened with an edge of fatigue. the way her hands—steady, sure hands that were always so careful, so gentle when treating him or any other player—would tremble slightly as she reached for her coffee cup. jude noticed it all, his gaze lingering on her a moment longer every time, concern gnawing at his chest as he tried to piece together what was wrong.

“late night?” he’d asked casually one morning, leaning against the kitchen counter as she rushed around the kitchen, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“something like that,” y/n had replied, flashing him a quick smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “busy week, you know.”

he’d hummed, watching as she downed her coffee in record time before darting out the door with a hasty kiss to his cheek and a promise to text him later. jude stayed in the kitchen long after she left, the unease in his chest growing stronger. she was always busy, always pushing herself, but lately… lately it felt like too much.

it wasn’t just at home. he saw it at work, too—how she threw herself into every session, every treatment, working longer hours than anyone else, her focus unwavering even as exhaustion tugged at her features. when she was with the players, she was a force of nature, a whirlwind of energy and expertise, and yet… the moment she thought no one was looking, her shoulders would droop, and her smile would falter.

jude caught those moments. every single one. and each time, it made his chest tighten with guilt.

because he knew—he knew that she gave everything she had to her job, to the players, to him. she poured herself into every role she took on, leaving nothing for herself. and now, it was starting to show. he hated it. hated that she felt like she had to push herself so hard, that she wouldn’t slow down even when her body was clearly screaming for rest.

“you’re worrying too much,” she’d said one evening when he brought it up again, her voice gentle but firm as she rubbed soothing circles on his chest. they were curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the living room lights casting warm shadows across her face.

“i just don’t want you running yourself ragged,” he murmured, his fingers tracing absent patterns on her back. “you’ve been working so hard, y/n. you’re exhausted.”

“i’m fine,” she’d insisted, smiling up at him with that same, tired smile. “really, jude. it’s just a busy period. things will calm down soon.”

it didn’t get better.

even though she swore it would calm down, it didn’t. if anything, things got worse. more injuries, more stress, and more hours piled on her already overflowing plate. jude tried to help where he could—making her breakfast, bringing her coffee, even sneaking into her office to leave little notes of encouragement for her to find. but it never felt like enough. not when she was still coming home late, eyes dull and movements sluggish.

it wasn’t until a few days later, when he found her in the treatment room, that everything came to a head.

“y/n,” he called softly, knocking lightly on the open door. she was hunched over a table, scribbling something on a clipboard, and she didn’t look up as he entered. “hey, baby.”

“mm,” she hummed, barely acknowledging him.

his frown deepened, and he crossed the room, stopping a few feet behind her. “you okay?”

“fine,” she murmured, her voice strained. she didn’t turn around, didn’t even lift her head, and that’s when he noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders, the way her breathing seemed just a little too labored.

“y/n,” he said again, softer this time, reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder. she flinched, the movement almost imperceptible, and his heart dropped.

“jude, please,” she mumbled, still not looking at him. “i’m fine. i just—i need to finish this.”

“no, you don’t,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to her arm, gently tugging her back. “come on, love. look at me.”

she resisted at first, her body stiff and unyielding, but then—slowly, reluctantly—she turned. jude’s breath caught in his throat.

she looked awful. pale, her skin tinged with an unhealthy sheen, her eyes glassy and unfocused. there were deep shadows under her eyes, and her lips were chapped, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively woman he was so used to.

“y/n,” he breathed, stepping closer. “you’re sick.”

“no, i’m not,” she muttered, her gaze darting away. “i don’t get sick.”

“bullshit,” he said softly, his hand cupping her cheek, feeling the warmth of a fever that was definitely not supposed to be there. “you’re burning up.”

“jude, i—”

“why didn’t you say anything?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “you’ve been pushing yourself too hard, and now—”

“i couldn’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “there’s too much to do. the players—”

“the players can wait,” he said firmly, his gaze intense as he stared down at her. “you need to rest.”

“i’m fine,” she insisted, but even as she said it, her knees wobbled, and jude had to catch her, his arms wrapping around her waist as she slumped against him.

“no, you’re not,” he murmured, his voice soft but unyielding. “you’re not fine, y/n. and you’re not going back to work like this.”

“but—”

“no buts,” he said quietly, his arms tightening around her. “you’re coming home, and you’re going to rest. no more overtime, no more late nights. you need to take care of yourself, love.”

she opened her mouth to argue, but the exhaustion in her eyes spoke louder than any words could. with a soft sigh, she let her head fall against his chest, her body going limp in his arms.

“i’m just… tired,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“i know, baby,” he murmured, his hand cradling the back of her head as he pressed a kiss to her hair. “i know. but you don’t have to do this alone, okay? let me take care of you.”

and that’s exactly what he did.

he bundled her up, supporting her weight as he guided her to the car, his heart aching at how fragile she seemed, how small she felt in his arms. when they got home, he didn’t let her lift a finger—he tucked her into bed, brought her water, and fussed over her like she was made of glass.

“you’re being ridiculous,” she mumbled, a faint smile tugging at her lips as he hovered by the bedside, making sure she was comfortable.

“maybe,” he admitted, kneeling beside her so they were at eye level. “but you need this, y/n. you need to rest and recover.”

“you sound like me,” she teased weakly, her hand reaching out to brush his cheek. “always nagging.”

“well, i’ve learned from the best,” he murmured, catching her hand in his and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “so no more overtime, okay?”

“okay,” she whispered, her eyes already drifting shut. “no more… overtime.”

“good,” he breathed, his gaze soft as he watched her fall asleep. “because i need you, love. i need you healthy and happy. and i can’t lose you to exhaustion.”

it wasn’t until she was sound asleep, her breathing finally evening out, that jude allowed himself to relax. he stayed by her side the entire night, watching over her, his heart heavy with worry and love.

she’d always been the one to take care of him. but now? now it was his turn.

and he’d be damned if he let her burn herself out again.

by the end of the week, it all came crashing down.

the first sign was the alarm. the shrill beeping shattered the early morning quiet, but instead of y/n’s usual groan and sluggish movements to silence it, there was… nothing. no sleepy mumbles, no irritated grumbling as she fumbled for her phone. just stillness.

jude blinked, disoriented by the unfamiliar sound, his arm still curled protectively around her waist. “y/n?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep as he shifted beside her. but she didn’t stir.

the alarm kept blaring, louder and more insistent. jude reached over her, grabbing the phone off her nightstand to silence it. the sudden quiet felt jarring, like a weight pressing down on his chest. he turned to look at her, heart beating faster.

“y/n,” he whispered again, his hand brushing over her arm, shaking her gently. “baby, it’s morning.”

still nothing.

a ripple of unease washed over him as he sat up, his gaze sweeping over her. her usually vibrant face was pale, flushed slightly at the cheeks, dark circles bruising the delicate skin under her eyes. her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. she was limp against the mattress, barely moving except for the shallow rise and fall of her chest. jude’s worry deepened, his throat tightening.

“y/n,” he called softly, more urgently this time, cupping her cheek. “hey… wake up.”

her body responded with a soft, pitiful groan, but her eyes didn’t open. her hand twitched, fingers curling weakly into the sheets, but it was clear she didn’t have the energy to move. jude’s heart twisted painfully.

“baby, come on,” he murmured, his thumb tracing circles along her cheekbone. “you’ve got to get up.”

“i can’t” she mumbled, her voice so faint, he had to strain to hear it. “jus’… so tired…”

his frown deepened, eyes scanning her face. the exhaustion in her voice, the complete lack of energy — it was unlike anything he’d seen from her before. she was always the one up and ready before him, even on her most stressful days. seeing her like this made a knot form in his chest, one that wouldn’t loosen.

“you don’t have to get up,” he murmured, shifting closer, one hand cradling the back of her neck. “it’s okay, love. you’re not going anywhere today.”

“but… work,” she whispered, her brow furrowing, though her eyes remained closed. “i can’t… i have to go…”

“no, you don’t,” jude said firmly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering. her skin was far too warm, almost feverish. “you’re staying here. i’ll call in for you. you’re not working like this.”

“jude… no… i can’t…” she tried to protest, but the fight was weak, her voice barely audible.

“yes, you can,” he countered gently, his heart aching at how fragile she seemed. “you’re not well, y/n. you’ve been working nonstop, and now look at you.”

she opened her mouth as if to argue, but no words came. instead, she just sighed, sinking further into the bed, as if the very act of talking was too much for her now. “’kay…”

jude exhaled, his chest loosening only a fraction. “good,” he whispered, brushing his fingers through her hair. “just rest now. i’ve got you.”

he stayed beside her, his body curled around hers protectively, one arm draped over her as if to shield her from the weight of the world. his fingers traced soothing patterns along her arm, the only sound in the room her labored breathing. it was too quiet, too still, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to move. something told him he needed to be here, that she needed him close, even if she didn’t say it.

for hours, jude didn’t budge. his phone buzzed on the nightstand — messages, reminders, calls that went unanswered — but none of it mattered. all that mattered was her.

by the time afternoon light spilled through the curtains, she stirred again, her eyelids fluttering open just a sliver. jude’s heart leapt in his chest, immediately leaning closer.

“hey,” he whispered, brushing a stray curl away from her face. “you awake?”

y/n blinked, her eyes glazed with fatigue. she looked confused, disoriented, as though she couldn’t quite piece together where she was. “jude?” her voice was hoarse, barely more than a croak.

“i’m here,” he murmured, thumb tracing along her temple, his touch soft and careful. “how are you feeling?”

her face crumpled slightly as she exhaled a long, strained breath. “terrible,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “i don’t think… i can get up.”

“you don’t have to,” jude assured her quickly, his hand slipping down to hold hers. “you’re staying right here.”

“but… work…” her brow furrowed again, but even the thought of it seemed to exhaust her.

“no, y/n,” jude said firmly, his gaze locking with hers. “you’re not going to work. not today, not tomorrow, not until you’re better. that’s final.”

she stared at him, her lip quivering as tears welled up in her eyes. “i… i didn’t mean for this to happen,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “i just wanted to be strong.”

jude’s chest tightened painfully at the sight of her so vulnerable, so utterly drained. he leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped down her cheek. “you are strong, y/n. you’re the strongest person i know. but even you need rest. and that’s okay.”

her eyes fluttered shut, more tears spilling over as she exhaled shakily. “i’m sorry,” she whispered.

“hey, no,” jude murmured, his hand cupping her face. “don’t apologize. this isn’t your fault. you just pushed yourself too far.”

she nodded weakly, the last of her energy fading as she sank into the comfort of his touch, her breathing evening out once more.

jude held her close, his heart aching as he watched her drift back into sleep. he wouldn’t let this happen again — he’d take care of her, just as she always took care of everyone else. nothing mattered more to him than making sure she was okay. not a single thing.

jude held her close, his heart aching as he watched her drift back into sleep. he wouldn’t let this happen again — he’d take care of her, just as she always took care of everyone else. nothing mattered more to him than making sure she was okay. not a single thing.

with a soft sigh, he gently untangled himself from her, careful not to wake her as he slipped out of bed. her exhaustion was palpable, and he wanted to do everything he could to help her unwind. padding quietly to the bathroom, he started running a warm bath, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air as bubbles formed under the gentle stream.

once the tub was ready, he returned to the bedroom, carefully scooping her up into his arms. “baby, come on,” he whispered softly, his lips brushing against her temple. “let me take care of you, yeah?”

y/n murmured something incoherent, too tired to fully respond, but she didn’t resist as he carried her to the bathroom. jude settled her onto the edge of the tub, his hands working with care to peel off her clothes, making sure she didn’t have to lift a finger.

“just relax,” he said gently, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before helping her sink into the warm water. “i’ve got you, baby. everything’s okay.”

the sound of gentle splashing filled the small bathroom as jude leaned over the tub, his hands moving slowly through the soapy water. y/n lay back, eyes closed, exhaustion lining every inch of her face, and he was careful not to disturb her too much. just enough to ease some of the tension from her tired muscles.

“you’re doing so well,” he murmured, his fingers moving in slow, soothing circles over her shoulders. “just let me take care of you, love.”

she hummed softly, her head lolling to the side as she surrendered to the warmth of the bath and the gentleness of his touch. jude’s heart ached seeing her like this, knowing how much she always gave to everyone else, how little she left for herself.

“you work too hard, you know that?” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her damp forehead. “you need to rest more. i need you to rest more.”

“mm... ‘m fine,” she mumbled, barely coherent.

jude smiled softly, shaking his head. “no, baby, you’re not. but that’s okay. i’m here now, and you don’t have to do anything but relax.”

his hands slid down her arms, gentle and comforting, as he whispered more loving things to her. “you’re everything to me,” he breathed, watching her settle further into the water. “and i’m gonna take care of you. always.”

the bathwater sloshed softly as he continued to massage her shoulders, his touch light but firm, soothing her tired muscles. he watched as the tension slowly ebbed away, her body going limp in the water as she sank deeper into the tub, trusting him completely.

the sound of gentle splashing filled the small bathroom as jude leaned over the tub, his hands moving slowly through the soapy water. y/n lay back, eyes closed, exhaustion lining every inch of her face, and he was careful not to disturb her too much. just enough to ease some of the tension from her tired muscles.

she hadn’t stirred much when he’d carried her from the bed to the bathroom, too drained even to put up the token protest he’d half-expected. the only thing she’d managed was a small, sleepy murmur of confusion as he’d undressed her and lowered her carefully into the warm water.

“just relax, love,” he whispered softly, his fingers brushing along her arm in a soothing rhythm. “i’ve got you.”

she sighed, a soft, contented sound that tugged at his heart. her head rested against the edge of the tub, her skin flushed from the heat of the bath, and jude took his time, letting the moments stretch between them. he ran the washcloth gently over her shoulders, down her back, careful not to startle her as he moved.

“this… is nice,” she mumbled, her eyes still shut, lips barely moving.

“yeah?” he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “not too much?”

“no… it’s good,” she breathed, the words slurring slightly. “feels… good.”

jude’s chest tightened. god, how long had it been since she’d let herself rest like this? to just let go and let someone else take care of her?

“good,” he murmured, his voice low and tender as he dipped the cloth into the water again, wringing it out slowly. “you deserve it.”

she didn’t respond, but a soft, sleepy hum slipped past her lips, and he knew she’d heard him. he stayed like that for a while longer, just letting the warmth of the bath work its magic, his touch light and careful as he washed away the stress and fatigue that seemed etched into her skin.

jude watched as y/n settled deeper into the warm bath, her exhaustion melting away with each gentle ripple of water. sensing that she was finally beginning to relax, he quietly stepped out of the bathroom, his mind racing with thoughts of how to help her recover. without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to y/n’s mom.

hi, auntie! y/n isn't feeling well. i'm really worried for her

but jude knew y/n’s mom too well to think that would stop her. within minutes, her reply came through, filled with warmth and concern. “don’t worry, mi niño! i’m on my way.”

just as he was finishing up in the kitchen, he heard the familiar sound of her mother’s voice echoing through the flat. “jude! where is my daughter?” her commanding presence filled the space, making him smile despite the situation.

“in the bathroom,” he called back, meeting her in the hallway. he gestured for her to follow him, but before he could explain further, she was already striding past him with purpose.

when she entered the bathroom, she immediately knelt beside the tub, her expression shifting from concern to tenderness as she brushed a gentle hand over y/n’s hair. “mi niña,” (my daughter) she whispered, her voice filled with love.

“auntie, she’s just exhausted,” jude said softly, leaning against the doorframe, feeling both grateful and slightly overwhelmed by her presence.

"mi rabajadora incansable,” y/n’s mom replied, shaking her head with a knowing smile. (my tireless worker) “when she was in school, she would spend all night in the library, never taking time for herself. always wanting to make the most of her time.” her gaze turned serious as she looked up at jude. “but she forgets to care for herself in the process. it’s not good.”

jude nodded, feeling a swell of protectiveness for y/n. “i’m trying to help her rest, auntie. i really am. she just… she pushes herself.”

“you’re doing a good job, jude,” her mother said, her voice warm and reassuring. “but make sure you’re keeping her fed. i’ll stock the fridge with meals and remedies. she needs nourishment, and she’ll listen to you.”

“i’ll make sure she eats,” jude promised, his heart feeling lighter with each word. “thank you for coming. it means a lot to both of us.”

“just doing my job as a mother,” she said with a soft smile, then added, “you know, when she was little, she always wanted to be a superhero, saving everyone. i think that’s still in her heart. she feels responsible for everyone around her.”

“she is a superhero,” jude replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “but even superheroes need a break. i just want her to know that it’s okay to slow down, that she doesn’t have to carry the weight of the world alone.”

her mother nodded, her eyes glistening with pride. “that’s exactly what she needs, jude. someone who understands her, who can remind her that it’s okay to be vulnerable. you’re doing that for her. you’re making a difference.”

“i just want to protect her,” jude admitted, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. “i can’t stand seeing her like this. it breaks my heart.”

“you’re doing a wonderful job,” her mother assured him, a gentle hand resting on his arm. “just remind her how loved she is. remind her that she’s not alone in this. it’s important.”

jude nodded, feeling the weight of her words. “i will. i promise.”

“and keep practicing your spanish,” she said with a playful grin. “she loves it when you try.”

“i will, auntie” jude replied with a chuckle. “i’ll keep working on it.”

“good,” y/n’s mom said, her smile warm as she turned to gather her things. “now, let me run to the kitchen and prepare some meals for you both. you keep an eye on her. i don’t want to see her until she’s feeling better. she needs to rest.”

“understood,” jude said, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her leave the bathroom, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.

once y/n’s mom was gone, jude returned to sit beside the tub, his eyes fixed on her as the water rippled gently around her. he leaned closer, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face, his heart swelling with affection as he watched her. he thought of what her mom had said, the glimpse he’d gotten into y/n’s past. it was bittersweet learning how she’d always been this way—always pushing, always working. and it only fueled his desire to protect her even more.

as the minutes ticked by, he stayed there, watching her, his hand wrapped around hers gently as the water slowly began to cool. the soft sound of her breathing calmed him, a reminder that she was there, safe, but exhausted beyond measure. he never wanted her to feel the need to push herself this hard again. not when she had him now. not when he’d do anything to carry some of the weight she bore so quietly.

when the water turned tepid, he knew it was time. leaning over, jude whispered gently, "hey, baby… let’s get you out." her eyes fluttered open slightly, barely conscious, and she gave a small, sleepy nod. jude carefully stood, reaching for the towel. he wrapped it around her, his hands tender as he lifted her from the bath, cradling her in his arms. "i’ve got you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her damp temple. "i’m here."

he held her close, feeling how limp she was, her head resting on his shoulder, utterly drained. slowly, he carried her into the bedroom, placing her down on the edge of the bed before carefully drying her off. he moved with such care, not wanting to disturb her as he slipped her into one of his oversized shirts, the fabric soft against her skin. "you’re so strong," he whispered, his fingers grazing her cheek. "but you don’t have to be strong all the time."

she barely stirred, but he caught the way her lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile at his words. it made his heart ache and swell all at once.

once she was dressed, jude scooped her back into his arms, her body curling instinctively against him. "let’s go to the living room, yeah?" he murmured. she didn’t answer, just nuzzled further into his chest. he carried her with ease, feeling her weight settle into him, trusting him completely. when they reached the couch, he sat down, pulling her into his lap, her head resting against his chest.

for a while, they stayed like that, her quiet breaths filling the space. he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to let go of her even for a second. but when he shifted slightly, preparing to get up, y/n whined softly, her fingers clutching at his shirt.

"shh, i’m right here," jude soothed, kissing the top of her head. "just going to get you something to eat."

"don’t go," she mumbled, sounding so unlike herself—so clingy and vulnerable. it broke his heart. he’d never seen her like this before, and it killed him that it took her being so worn down for him to see it.

"i’m not going far, promise," he assured her, stroking her back gently. "i’ll be back before you even miss me."

reluctantly, she let him go, and jude slipped into the kitchen, reheating the soup her mom had brought over. he moved quickly, not wanting to leave her alone for too long, and once the soup was ready, he returned to the couch, sitting beside her once more.

"baby," jude whispered, holding out the bowl of soup. "you need to eat."

y/n blinked, her eyes still heavy with exhaustion. she allowed jude to feed her a spoonful of the warm broth, and the second it hit her tongue, something familiar made her pause. her brow furrowed as she swallowed, looking up at him with tired confusion.

"wait…" she mumbled softly, her voice weak. "this… this is my mom’s soup."

jude nodded, his heart squeezing at the realization dawning on her. "yeah, love. she came by earlier while you were resting. stocked the fridge, left a bunch of meals for you."

her eyes widened slightly, tears welling up before spilling over. "she came?" her voice cracked, overwhelmed with emotion. she hadn’t even realized, too deep in her exhaustion to notice.

"she did," jude said softly, wiping her tears away with his thumb as they slid down her cheeks. "she loves you so much, y/n. and she told me you’ve always been like this… working yourself too hard, forgetting to take care of yourself. she’s worried. we all are."

y/n sniffled, overwhelmed by the love surrounding her, but jude wasn’t done. he set the bowl down gently and cupped her face in his hands, his voice tender but firm. "you don’t have to do it all, baby. you don’t have to carry everything by yourself. let us help. let me help. you’re so loved, y/n. and you need to let the people who love you share the load when it gets too heavy. especially me."

his words broke through her defenses, and she sobbed softly, leaning into his touch, overwhelmed but comforted by the realization that she didn’t have to do everything alone. she never had to, not when jude was by her side.

"i’m here," he whispered, pulling her into his arms, cradling her against him as she cried. "i’ll always be here. let's eat some more soup, okay?"

y/n shook her head with as much strength she has left, "jude, i can't. 'm tired"

“i know, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low murmur as he dipped the spoon into the soup, bringing it carefully to her lips. “but just a few bites, yeah? for me?”

her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy, dazed look in them as she blinked up at him. “for you?” she echoed weakly, her voice hoarse and fragile.

“yeah,” he whispered, his gaze soft and unwavering as he held the spoon to her lips. “just a little. and then you can sleep again.”

she hesitated, then nodded slowly, parting her lips just enough for him to slip the spoon inside. the soup was warm, the rich, comforting flavors washing over her tongue, and a tiny, relieved sigh slipped past her lips.

“good girl,” he murmured softly, his heart swelling at the way she relaxed against him, her body melting further into his chest. “just a little more, okay?”

she ate slowly, her movements sluggish and clumsy, but jude was patient, his hand steady as he fed her each spoonful, murmuring soft words of encouragement between bites.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “just a few more. that’s it. you’re so strong.”

by the time the bowl was empty, she was barely awake, her head drooping against his shoulder, her breaths soft and even. jude set the bowl aside carefully, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

“see?” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against her hair. “you did it.”

“’m sleepy,” she mumbled again, her voice a sleepy murmur against his chest.

“i know,” he whispered, his gaze tender as he held her close, his heart aching with a fierce, protective love. “but you’ll get better, baby. you just need to rest.”

she didn’t respond, already slipping back into the warm, comforting embrace of sleep. jude stayed like that for a long time, just holding her, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along her back, his heart swelling with every soft, even breath she took.

“no more overtime,” he murmured quietly, his voice barely more than a breath. “no more pushing yourself like this.”

she shifted slightly, a small, contented sigh slipping past her lips, and jude’s heart clenched painfully.

“you’re going to get better, y/n,” he whispered, his gaze fierce and unwavering as he held her close. “and i’m going to make sure of it.”

because he couldn’t bear to see her like this—not ever again.

no more overtime. no more pushing herself past her limits.

this time, he’d make sure of it.

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Promise

John Price/Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: lil bit of angst

No Use of Y/N

Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Your husband comes home unexpectedly with his team in tow

A/N: *Posts something* *Disappears for another four months*

AO3 Link: Promise

John’s posture visibly relaxes as he steps through the front door, knots in his shoulders unraveling as he rounds the corner and spots you. The sun’s setting, golden rays filtering through the kitchen window, wrapping everything in a warm glow. You’re stirring a pot on the stove, humming to yourself, and as you turn to look at him, lips curving softly, John murmurs a hello, voice reverent with poignant adoration.

Your bright eyes flick from his to the three curious pairs behind him, and you click your tongue in disapproval. “John, if you'd called ahead, I could've ensured I made enough for your guests.”

“They're not staying long, love, just–”

“Oh, nonsense,” you cut him off, waving your hand as if to brush away the thought, tone authoritative. “You sort your business, and I'll see what can be done to stretch the meal. Honestly John, what kind of first impression is that; me turning out your boys without dinner?”

You cross the warmly lit kitchen and give him a quick peck on the cheek before introducing yourself to his companions, a bright smile on your face. Soap hasn't quite managed to pick his jaw off the floor, so Ghost leans over and shuts it for him. Gaz smiles back at you, recovering from his shock with more ease as he extends a hand to you.

“I'm Kyle,” he says keenly, and the stormy face of his captain, standing just out of your eye line, makes him quickly drop your hand. “The boys call me Gaz.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Gaz.” You reply, genuine warmth threading through your voice before you turn towards the two other men. “You must be Ghost and Soap.”

“Aye,” Soap replies after a beat, “Price never mentioned he had a…” he trails off awkwardly, and Ghost smacks the back of his head. You laugh lightly, not having to look at your husband to feel the glare he’s shooting his soldiers.

You reach your hand towards John, and he tangles his fingers in yours automatically, pulling you towards him. You give him a playful smile before turning back towards his boys. “He’s a big advocate of separating work from home. Won’t even let me call him Captain.”

The suggestive lilt in your voice makes the men duck their heads, and you turn to John, watching the tips of his ears turn pink with barely concealed glee.

“We’ll be in my study,” he grumbles.

The men can hear your laughter ringing as they head down the hall.

You can’t help the thread of anxiety twisting low in your stomach as you add more broth to the soup you’re making. The less you know, the better, but the unexpected presence of John’s entire team sits poorly with you. He didn’t even send you a warning text, entirely out of character, exacerbating your unease. Muffled voices filter through the walls, and you try to distract yourself, curbing your instinct to eavesdrop. The soup is simmering on the stove, so you go to the pantry and grab a box of brownie mix and a bag of chocolate chips, quickly mixing all the ingredients together and popping the pan in the oven.

You’re licking brownie batter off the spatula when John comes back into the kitchen, and you can tell by the expression on his face that you’re not going to like whatever he’s about to say. He takes large, quick strides towards you, and you manage to toss the spatula in the sink before he sweeps you into his wide arms, tugging you to his chest in a tight embrace. You inhale as deeply as you can, pulling the familiar scent of him into your lungs.

“I’ve got to go out of town.” He finally says gravely. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to contact you until what needs to be done is done.”

There’s a high price to being married to a military man. John’s gone more often than he’s not, and when he does slink back home to you, it’s always with new scars and fresh nightmares, things that weigh on him in a way you’ll never be able to comprehend.

You know, with a sort of inevitable finality, that John won’t get to retire. It’s not in his nature, and no matter how much he loves you; he loves the job more. He’ll come home in a box one day, and every time he leaves, you have to accept it might be the last time you’ll see him.

Unwanted tears gather in the corners of your eyes, and you give yourself a moment, face pressed against John’s chest, willing yourself to be strong. Your voice is muffled when you finally speak, unwilling to pull away from the comfort of his arms.

“There’s a go bag full of clean clothes in our closet. When do you need to leave?”

John squeezes you tighter against him, burying his nose in your hair. His heartbeat is loud in your ears, steady as always.

“We’ll stay for dinner, but we’ll be leaving tonight. I’m so sorry, love.”

You dance around each other like it’s a normal night, basking in the warmth of the oven and his company, choosing to ignore the tug at your heart strings, the quiet sounds of his team filtering through the wall. You can feel his watchful eyes on you while you fill the bowls with generous scoops, but you pretend not to notice, humming to yourself with a cheer you don’t feel.

The timer on the oven dings, and you pull away, quickly turning so John can’t see the redness in your eyes. You know what you signed up for, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

“I was going to make some grilled cheese to go with the soup, will you get them started?”

The silverware clinks merrily, the living room filled with the sound of quiet chatter. The table hasn’t been this crowded since two years ago, when you convinced your sister to come for a visit. She’d brought her little ones, and John had doted on them, acting so soft and attentive, making you absolutely melt. You see echoes of that same care in his interactions with his men, hidden beneath an artificial shell of severity.

“This migh’ just be the best soup I’ve ever tasted,” Soap pipes up, elbows tucked uncomfortably to avoid jostling Gaz, “I’da kept you a secret too, with cooking like this.”

“Johnny.” John’s voice is a hard warning, but he betrays himself with the slightest curve of a smile beneath his whiskers, a spark of pride in his eyes.

“There’s some soup left on the stove, if you boys are still hungry.” You smile. “And I’ve got brownies for dessert.”

The appreciative noise Soap makes borders on obscene. “Dinner and dessert? Do ya’ want another husband?”

The thud of John’s boot connecting with his Sergeant’s shin echoes through the room, and you try and fail to stifle a snort. Gaz quirks his eyebrow at you, humor dancing in his expression, and you let out a giggle before slapping your hand over your mouth self-consciously.

“Apologies.” Ghost pipes up dryly, inclining his head towards Soap. “We don’t have ‘im house trained yet.”

You let out another laugh. “It's alright, I'm still working on John.” The boys laugh, and your husband shoots you a look.

“You’re fostering insubordination, love.” He says gruffly, and you smile sweetly at him, grabbing his hand under the table and giving it a tight squeeze.

The men eat fast, faster than you’d like them to, the meal ending too quickly. Ghost and Soap clear the table, cracking dad jokes that make you roll your eyes good-naturedly, and Gaz plants himself solidly in front of the sink, ignoring your protests.

“Let me do the dishes,” he says stubbornly, an immovable brick wall, ignoring your attempts to shove him out of the way. “My mum would have a fit if she knew somebody cooked for me and I didn’t do the washing up.”

“I’m not going to discourage his good manners; he rarely gets to put ‘em to use. Come and sit with me for a minute.”

John’s leaning against the kitchen door frame, his warm eyes crinkled with amusement at the scene in front of him. You whirl around with a grumpy look.

“John, order him to let me take care of it,” you command, pointing at Gaz, and your husband just laughs, reaching out to grab your hand.

He leads you away from the bustle of the kitchen to his study, shutting the door behind him. His normally pristine desk is strewn with papers and maps, and you try and fail not to look too much, wondering what’s in Mexico that could need such urgent attention. John sits in the wide leather chair behind the desk and pulls you into his lap, burying his nose into your neck, his facial hair tickling your skin. You both inhale deeply, folding into each other.

The silence is heavy. You’re too aware of the ticking clock, the inevitable goodbye. You’ve barely had him for a few hours, and then you’ll be alone again, in this house designed for the two of you, constantly listening for the familiar sound of footsteps, desperately waiting for the phone to ring.

“You know, love,” John murmurs, “If anything were to happen to me, the boys would make sure you're looked after. Kate too.” He pulls back to look at you, his expression earnest. “Made them swear to it.” Your stomach drops like a rock, the tears you’ve been fighting all night rising back to the surface. John's thoughts have been in the same place as yours, lingering on realities best left unacknowledged.

You choke around the lump in your throat. “I don’t need anyone looking after me. I just need you.” You wrap your arms around his neck, anchoring yourself to him. “Just come back home, John.” Your bottom lip wobbles, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes, and he sighs mournfully.

“None of that, love. You know I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“Just–” you cut yourself off to smother a sob. “Just promise me you’ll always come home.” You want to beg him to stay, beg him to never leave you again, but you know he has to go. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be the man you married. You’ll settle for an unsustainable guarantee, worthless words with no force behind them. Your wedding ring sits heavy on your finger, a noose around your neck.

The lie sours in the air between you.

John’s gaze is melancholy. His thumb gently brushes away the tears making their way down your cheek, and he leans in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

“I promise. Always.”

You walk the boys to the door, making sure they’ve got everything they need, slipping the last brownie to Soap when no one else is looking. You give your husband a tight hug, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before turning towards his men.

“It was nice to meet you all.” Your face is blotchy from your earlier tears, eyes still rimmed with red, but you smile as sincerely as you can.

Gaz reaches his hand out. “It was a pleasure. Thanks for dinner, it was delicious.”

You ignore the offered palm and pull him in for a hug, hoping it’s not overly familiar. The way Gaz relaxes into your arms tells you he needs it, and you give him an extra squeeze before pulling back. “You’re all welcome anytime you want a home cooked meal.”

When you turn to Soap, he sweeps you into his arms eagerly, crushing you tight enough against him to draw a strangled squeak from your lungs. “You’re a dead brilliant cook,” he says, voice oozing sincerity, “Price’ll have ta beat me out the door with a broom.”

“Johnny.” Your husband’s warning tone is enough for Soap to release you, grinning cheekily. You shoot John a reassuring look before turning towards your last guest.

Ghost eyes you warily, his posture unnaturally stiff. You open your arms slightly, tilting your head, a silent offering. There’s a beat, and then Ghost steps into the hug with the faux indifference of a moody teenager, throwing one arm carelessly over your shoulder. You have to stifle your urge to laugh. “Be safe,” you say softly, and there’s a shock of warmth in his icy stare even as he grunts noncommittally.

You’re plunged into empty silence when the men file out of the house. You watch them get into their cars, a bitter taste in your mouth. John turns to look back at you, saying something you can’t hear to his men before running back, slamming the front door behind him firmly. Your heart leaps.

“Forgot something,” he says, and grabs you, pulling you in for a searing kiss. You melt together, lips parting against his, arms automatically reaching up around his neck. He pulls back, and you tighten your grip around him.

“I love you,” it’s a desperate plea, an impossible ask.

“I love you, too.” John says, and his eyes slide to the door, strong fingers untangling himself from your hold.

When he leaves, he takes the warmth with him.

[ohsohoney]

When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Fourteen

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: Been a little while but the next updates here! Lots to unpack, hope you enjoy it:)

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

taglist: @thelastemzy @helloitsme1223 @geekchic48

Masterlist

Things after that seemingly did a 360.

Not that I was given much of a chance to catch up with it all though, having been left standing in the studio hours earlier, back to the wall whilst the door hinges had slowly creaked to a close. 

No, because that would have been far too much to ask for.

Marshall had relaxed in a way that was more like a steel trap being reset; ready and waiting to be crossed again. It had me on edge. I couldn’t deny that, seeing as I knew what could be lying in wait for me if I did dare to trample any closer, but there was also an ominous instinct that had my back up. Something that kept me from lingering too long. 

“What’s goin’ on in there?” The man himself asked, tapping my forehead as he slid back into the driver's seat. 

We’d gone out, as promised, not long after ‘The Change’ had occurred (something I’d taken to dubbing the whole situation as inside my head). Rosie hadn’t forgotten about her idea of dinner and a movie– and really… Of all the things we could have possibly done after a kiss like that, it just had to be this.

Honestly, I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to stop that particular train of thought each time I found my mind wandering back to it.

“Yoo-hoo…” Marshall dragged out, his brow arching as he glanced over at me again. 

Z was in the back typing away, having become completely unaware of our shared awkward existence ever since her sister had first called whilst we’d been eating dinner. The girl had taken to texting throughout, telling Ayla all about the heroics Marshall had performed that same morning in the principal's office, as well as the movie we were now headed to see. I had to smile at their closeness, thinking back to my own siblings and wondering how Em struggled to see just how much the two girls loved one another.

I glanced over at him, head rolling against the headrest. He was watching me with those familiar baby blues, but each time I caught sight of them, I was instantly reminded of the way they’d clouded over in the studio earlier.

“Thinking ‘bout getting a cat.”

His brow furrowed. 

“A cat?” He deadpanned, obviously perplexed by my answer.

I wasn’t actually thinking about it, but now that I’d gone and said it… it wasn’t half a bad idea.

So I ultimately shrugged, if only in an attempt to tear my eyes away from his. “Cats are cool.” 

At his scoff of disagreement, I nudged his arm off of the adjoining console with my elbow, “They are.” I defended, “They don’t need me to walk them or play fetch. They’re cute and fluffy, can definitely keep me warm at night.” I hummed, that eyebrow of his quirked up higher. “And besides, I reckon it could keep me company when I’m back in London, you know. Figure I’ll have a hard time with that after having you two around for so long– even with Lotts there to keep me from going insane.”

Marshall kept quiet at the acknowledgement, but did start up the car, its engine rumbling to life beneath us not a second later. 

It was just when I heard his faint intake of breath and caught the way he opened his mouth to speak, that Rosie shoved her phone in my face, her beaming grin peeking out over my shoulder. “Ayla, meet El!”

I blinked at the sudden invasion I’d been confronted with but couldn’t help my warm laughter, even as Em gently scolded his daughter for the intrusion. “Z, what I keep tellin’ you?”

“But Dad, it’s important!”

My gaze flickered between the two of them and it was only when I drew my eyes back down to where the screen sat between us that I saw the fondness which had since swarmed my expression. I tried to dampen it slightly without being too obvious, but the girl waiting seemed to be watching the whole scene rather intently. She smiled though when she saw she’d finally captured my attention. All soft like.

My breath caught a little in truth, never really having thought about getting to meet Marshall’s eldest this early on, or through a screen either. Rosie didn’t seem to care much though, elbowing her way between the two front seats to get as much as she could  of us into the frame. 

“Layly, baby!” Marshall’s greeting cut in before I could spit out a hello, his little nickname for his girls sparking that same fondness I’d felt earlier. “How you doin’, Trailer? Behavin’, I hope.”

I blew out a small snort at the next nickname he used, turning an amused smile Marshall’s way, but his focus was wholly on the girl currency rolling her eyes at him through a digital frame. “You know I am.” Ayla huffed around a faint chuckle, leaning in closer to the lens, “School keeps me way too busy to get up to anything stupid.”

“What I love to hear.” Marshall replied with a sarky sort of smile, a new one that I could add to my growing collection, I quietly deemed. “You been good though?” He prompted further, “Don’t have to stop by and talk to any hanger-ons, do I? ‘Cause you know I will.”

“Yes, I know.” Ayla shook her head, exasperated, but her sweet smile was still so prominent. “Besides, I think you guys have had enough drama going on lately.”

Marshall’s eyes traitorously jumped over to meet mine in that split second, something I thought only I caught until I witnessed the assessing look Ayla took on. So I was quick to clear my throat, internally cursing his name, “I don’t know what Z’s told you, but the two of us? We’re innocent! This is all on your Dad.”

That seemed to earn me a lighthearted laugh, one that trickled out of the speaker and appeared to loosen Marshall’s tense set of shoulders. The man in turn levelled Rosie and I with an aggrieved look before he turned to speak to Ayla once more, “It’s like I’m a one man army here, AB. Didn’t think I’d ever lose Z, but she’s gone darkside.”

“Dad!” Rosie admonished around another giggle, whilst Ayla gasped theatrically, “Oh how the tables have turned. What will the papers say?”

“Hilarious.” Marshall said in a manner that was deliberately impassive. But he still cracked a smile though when Ayla’s chuckles trickled through.

“Good to see you guys,” She commented soon after and I got the chance to look at her a little closer, taking in the college dorm she had sitting behind her, as well as the blue of her eyes. They were more almond shaped, sure, but somehow the colour still managed to match Marshall’s toe for toe. “And to finally meet you, El. I’ve heard a lot about you these last few weeks.”

A sharp breath hitched my chest. “Only good things, I hope.” I found myself retorting around a rosy smile, knocking my head lightly against Z’s when the girl crowded in further to my side, her chin settling on my shoulder, “But it’s also really nice to put a face to all the stories I’ve been told, too.”

Ayla gifted me a bright grin at that, her gaze drifting between Rosie and I, “No hope in praying that it’s nothing too embarrassing then?”

I couldn’t stop the way I instinctively turned to share a secretive grin with the girl beside me, pleased when Rosie mimicked me to do the same. “I don’t know about that, I’ve heard all about the grocery store you see.”

The gasp that the comment drew from the older girl was all too real that time, “I was seven!”

“Seven don’t mean nothin’,” Em swiftly cut in, narrowing his eyes ever so as he directed a finger at the phone and his eldest, “You’d been potty trained since you were two.”

Rosie and I snickered between ourselves, but Marshall caught onto it all too quickly, moving to shift that finger towards the pair of us, “Aye, you two ain’t no better. Ms Bedwetter and Pillow-drewler.”

“Hey!” Rosie immediately spat, thumping the man’s shoulder hard enough to have the corners of his mouth twitching even as his brows rose, “That was years ago! And you said you wouldn’t tell nobody!”

Marshall’s hands flew up in a gesture of surrender when his daughter narrowed her eyes in further scrutiny, but I could tell that Z wasn’t as embarrassed as she was letting on to be, knew it to be true when she added, “You also said it was natural! That you didn’t stop doin’ it ‘til you were fourteen!”

Em’s chin jerked up before he softened his reaction, though his eyes were a tad bit too wide to have not been entirely caught off guard by the secret his daughter had just spilled, “Jus’ said that to make you feel better.”

His shrug wasn’t all that uncaring as he hoped for it to be. 

“Liar!” Rosie laughed, poking her dad’s side before she turned to peer back over at her sister and me, “He really did, promised he wouldn’t tell on me if I didn’t tell on him either. But he’s a big fat liar.”

“Name of your next single.” I quipped thoughtlessly, the comment going straight over Rosie’s head. Em shot me a steely glare and faked a silent laugh though, his lips softening into a small smile. 

It was after that in which Marshall’s palm pressed against Rosie’s forehead, jokingly coaxing her into the backseat once again, waving off her protests as she slumped into the middle. “Yeah, yeah, keep complainin’ and we’ll miss this damn movie, won’t we.”

“Dollar!” Two voices called out and I peered into the back to see Z snicker into the phone, the screen Ayla was still on illuminating her face. 

Marshall scoffed at the two girls but I could see how he was grinning happily to himself as we pulled out of the lot and onto the main road. 

It continued to surprise me how easily he could move throughout the city without looking at a map or using the GPS he had installed in the flashy monster-truck he was so fond of. I kept finding myself getting lost in the way he drove, in truth, stare caught on how the streetlights flashed over his stubbled cheek and the fluid way he switched gears as though the stick was an extension of his arm. 

It was only when Rosie popped up with another question that I found myself startling, looking back to immediately avoid the knowing smile Marshall had plastered over his face. Shit.

“What’s the movie called again? Ayla wants to know if it’s the same one she’s watching this weekend.”

I had to think for a second before I could answer her, my mind still honed in on the image of Em’s profile, “Love, Rosie.”

Z’s face split into a wide grin, her eyes squinting with the strength of it as she repeated the answer back to her sister, talking a mile a minute about how we were only going to see that film over The Book of Life because it had her name in the title. 

I settled back into my seat easily enough and fiddled with the radio to keep myself from acknowledging my previous leering, hoping that the drive would be over all too quickly. Only, things never typically tended to go my way.

Jerking ever so, my straying gaze snapped back over to where Em was still watching the road, as though all of his attention was stuck there, and that wasn’t his hand on my upper thigh. 

It was less than a second later that I let my eyes shift up into the rearview mirror, a breath of relief escaping me when I realised Rosie hadn’t caught the exchange, or see the lines her Dad was crossing. 

I licked the back of the teeth and willed myself to relax at the touch, taking a small breath before I looked back over at the man in question. When I did, I found myself narrowing my stare at the slight smirk Marshall wore, apparently rather pleased with the reaction he’d garnered. 

Still, my mind was warring with my want. I couldn’t wrap my head around the hot and cold, the way he’d push me away and then pull me in, how I’d thought about leaving to escape the icy shift and then been backed into a wall– literally.

I didn’t push his hand away though, and that in itself spoke volumes. 

I couldn’t tell how he meant the touch, was he trying to be teasing? Or was it just a show of reassurance for the unexpected conversation started with Ayla? Had it been something he’d been wanting to do for a while now, or was this all just a game?

He squeezed, ever so slightly. 

My eyes slipped closed.

His thumb brushed over the bump of my knee and I let myself melt into the firm hold.

It felt unnatural not to.

The hand didn’t travel, only moved away and then back each time it jumped up to the gearstick. I found myself, once again, wanting the journey to be over, whilst simultaneously hoping that it would never end.

The touch grounded me.

But it pulled away when the theatre came into view.

…

“Can't believe The Marshall Mathers is planning on watching a chick-flick.” I taunted playfully as we made our way up onto the pavement outside the red and gold doors, the joke only made to keep me from wanting to reach out and slide his hand into mine. Because I didn’t do that, I didn’t like all that sappy shit. I didn’t want to be holding his fucking hand, or have him drape his arm around me. It was just the moment, just that kiss fucking with my head.

Marshall feigned a put upon sigh, that hand of his coming up by his brow in an attempt to swoon. “Lord strike me down.”

I laughed outwardly, Rosie glancing back over her shoulder at us as she tugged at the heavy handle. “You’re not looking forward to it, Daddy?”

Shooting me a semi-sour look, Marshall let a lazy smirk crawl over his face just as he reached out to steady the door above Z’s head, “Nah I am, baby. Lia’s jus’ makin’ fun of the big manly guy.”

“Who?” Rosie asked in utter sincerity, enough that it had me cackling outright on the pavement outside. Em shook his head at the two of us, attempting to remain unamused but failing as reaching out to take my hand, tugging me through the open doors. 

Z was still looking confused by it all when I managed to calm slightly, but her smile was soft as ever as her eyes lingered over the pair of us. It was then I realised Marshall’s hand was still in mine. He must have realised it too, because he let it go and coughed quietly into his arm before gesturing his chin out towards the concession stands. “So we gettin’ some popcorn or what?”

And with that, Rosie’s sole focus was on getting exactly that.

I ended up trailing after her whilst Marshall went and grabbed us some tickets, keeping an eye on her shorter frame as she weaved around a tall shelf to get a look at the array of sweets. There weren’t too many people about, but I still found myself glancing back over towards Em to see if anyone had sussed him out yet.

“What’re you gonna get?”

My head snapped back at Rosie’s ask, eyes dancing over the grin she bore before flickering between her own. I glanced over the collection the theatre had to offer, surprised by the obvious differences I could see.

“Me and my sister had this thing,” I started to answer, reaching out to pluck a familiar bag from off the hook, “Where each time we would go to the cinema we’d just end up getting a big bucket of popcorn to share and dump a whole load of M&M’s or Magicstars inside. If the popcorn’s still warm the chocolate tends to melt a little.”

Rosie scrunched her nose, either in distaste or just thought. “Sweet or salted?” Was the next question she posed and it hastily reminded me of the same one Marshall had asked that very first night I’d spent with them.

“Salted.” Smirking slightly at the way her eyes lit up.

“You made the right choice.” Z claimed with a nod and wiggled her brows before she spun around the heel of her foot to make her way over to the short line.

We ended up getting a large popcorn to share. At first, I figured it wouldn’t be enough for the three of us until I saw the container we were handed, then I was just beyond baffled at how different the portion sizes were in The States compared to back in London. 

Once we’d paid, Rosie and I wandered over to a corner to dump the contents of the chocolate I’d picked up into it, Z having so much fun with it that a good couple dozen of M&M’s rolled over the ugly patterned floor. When Marshall strolled back over, he was wearing a questionable expression but holding onto three tickets.

“Should I even ask?” He quizzed, peering into the overloaded bucket. The look he wore turned somewhat appraising once Z explained and he was quick to steal a taste of our concoction, earning a tap to the arm in rebuke.

“Hey, hands off, bright eyes. Popcorn’s for the trailers, not here.”

“Bright eyes?” Marshall questioned, the left corner of his mouth lifting, but his ask was drowned out by Z’s, “The trailers? Dad always makes us wait ‘til the movie starts!” 

I snorted and held out the bucket so that Rosie could take a great big handful, “We’ve long since discovered your Dad’s a little neurotic, lovely. We just gotta love him for it.”

Rosie’s laugh was warm as she peered up at Marshall. But his eyes were caught on me and he almost appeared frozen before Z leaned into his side, “Can we head in now?” She wondered, chewing away.

“Uh, yeah.” Em seemed to stumble, before he blinked and leaned down to press his lips to the top of her head, “Think we made it just in time.”

..

Love, Rosie was a film I could have lived without watching, I wouldn’t lie. It was like every other Romcom I’d seen a thousand times before. And yet, I loved every single second of it. 

We were stationed in the far back, on the side closest to the stairs, Rosie perched between Marshall and I, her legs swinging back and forth. Throughout the whole film her attention remained captured, never wavering as her big doe eyes stayed locked on the screen with such reverence that it warmed my entire being. 

Marshall wasn’t much better either, in truth. Something which humoured me to no end. Whenever he wasn’t glancing at me from over the top of Z’s head or stealing the popcorn from out of my hand each time I reached into the bucket, his eyes didn’t stray from the heartfelt scenes as they played out. 

It was a strange conclusion to come to, that Marshall loved a good old fashioned Romcom as much as his daughter did, but it was a fact that went and nestled itself in between my ribs, where all the other little quirks the man had went to stay. 

It was only as we were leaving, Rosie talking a mile a minute about the ending and how she thought it sucked, that he reached out again in the dimly lit corridor that led us back to the main lobby, only this time he didn’t have the excuse of stealing any popcorn from me when his fingers slipped into mine.

I tried not to show how surprised I was by the action as I looked over at him, grateful that we were the last ones to filter out of the screening room so that no one else noticed when I let my feet slide closer to his so that our shoulders could brush.

They were such simple actions, ones that would be second nature to most people, but that meant a great deal to me. Because see, I’d never really been the type to be overly affectionate, having hated hugs or anything of the sort once Danny had grown too old for them. Well, up until Lottie had come along. And most of the people I’d been with over the years had seemed to struggle with that, even when I’d pushed myself into reciprocating, when I’d forced myself out of my comfort zone to make them happy. But here and now, it felt natural.

Most things with Marshall did, I deemed. Even us arguing.

Our hands parted just before we could step through the end doors, his thumb brushing over my wrist as our eyes adjusted to the vast change in light.

Rosie was rubbing at hers when I glanced over, her too large drink squashed in the crook of her arm. Marshall seemed to follow my gaze because he reached out to loop her into his side not a second later, peering down at her. “I want you takin’ notes, you hear?” He mentioned in reference to the film, his smile now sly, “None of that’s gone be happenin’ in your future, girlie. You wanna get married? I better be dead. And don’t even think ‘bout havin’ no babies ‘til you start gettin’ grey hairs, okay?”

Z rolled her eyes in response to her father's shakedown, shaking her head up at me in silent camaraderie. “You just don't want people to see you cry.” She poked fun, her grin turning evil, “But we all saw the tears when she started her speech, Dad!”

“Lies.” Em scoffed back at her, pushing her away and out of his hold. Rosie didn’t much care though as she laughed her way into mine, head coming to rest on my upper arm.

“Me? I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.” Was the retort she gave him, one that had me snorting on a laugh when Marshall raised a brow and turned towards me.

“Think we left Z inside,” He said, “seems Tony Montana here figures he’s comin’ home with us.” 

I couldn’t help the giggles that escaped me at all the references, especially when Rosie pursed her lips and drooped her eyes slightly, holding her arms out wide like Al Picino did in the famous movie, “Last time you gonna see a bad guy like me.”

Even Em couldn’t hold back the large snort he made at the little act she’d put on for us, shaking his head at her antics before he pointed a finger at her, “Last time you watch a movie with me, I swear.”

Rosie’s jaw dropped just a tad, “But it’s Scarface!”

“Exactly.” Was the only reply Marshall gave. 

I lifted a hand to give Z’s shoulder a squeeze, smiling stupidly when she wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me into a lazy hug. The pair of them continued with their little face-off though until I was promptly reminded of the thing that had been bugging me throughout the end of the film, “Go and head out to the car, Tony. Those petrol cans you lot call drinks had me needing to pee like yesterday.”

Amused, Marshall shook his head at the comment, though his eyes were fond when he reached out to steer Rosie back over to him, “You need us to hang about, or?”

Rolling my eyes at his protective streak, I smiled and simply waved him off. “I’m sure I’ll survive a trip to the loo’s. I’ll try to make it quick.”

His lips thinned slightly but he acquiesced easily enough, navigating Z over towards the exit whilst I slipped into the nearest corridor dotted with bathroom signs. I was beyond grateful when I found the line not to be too long, just an older woman waiting for the end stall to free as well as a mother and her baby stood by the sink.

It was only once I’d dried my hands and fixed my hat in the mirror that I felt a slight prickle on the back of my neck. I looked up as the bathroom door swung shut behind the young mother to find a new face stood off to the right just behind me. I caught their eye in the reflection and felt my own snap back down rather quickly, pretending to not notice their sudden fixation as I casually wiped down the front of my hoodie and turned to leave.

It was a cough and then a light ‘Excuse me’ that had me glancing back on instinct, only to find the same girl suddenly right there. I blinked in shock at her sudden proximity and rocked back on my foot to put a bit of space between us, but the smile I gave her wasn’t unkind.

“Sorry,” She apologised, seeming to realise, though she didn’t look all that sheepish, even with having accosted me in the theatre’s tiny bathroom, “Just, can I get a picture and like, an autograph maybe? I spotted you by the register earlier, but lost you in the crowd.”

I never minded the odd signature and a picture was done easily enough too, but Detroit was currently supposed to be my best kept secret and knowing that this girl had already spotted me, likely with Em, didn’t do much to ease the sudden anxiety I started to feel. 

Still, I grinned, unable to turn her down, “Sure thing, maybe we can grab it outside though? I doubt you’d want a selfie in the loo’s.” I tried for a light chuckle and was pleased when she laughed around an excited nod, exhaling slowly.

So we headed out of the bathroom and I posed for a picture against the white wall there, smile drooping a little the longer she kept snapping away, having gathered a little under thirty or so different photo variations. I ended up signing her phone case for her afterwards though and was thankful when nobody else seemed to crop up and spot me. 

It was just as I’d done dotting the i in my name that she shifted ever so. 

“I never thought I’d get to meet you, but really, you’re like one of my favourite artists. I think I know your whole album off by heart.”

My anxiety eased at her sweet words and my smile was sincere when I handed her phone back to her. “That’s really lovely to hear. I know getting to see some of you guys here in The States is always a little up and down because of touring, so I’m just glad we got to meet.” I assured her kindly before lightly teasing, “Never had someone say hello to me in the toilets of a cinema though. Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

She laughed loudly and gave me a light shrug, “I’d say I was sorry again but I really didn’t wanna miss you, especially when I saw you out there with your boyfriend.”

My mouth went dry at her words, but the girl didn’t seem to notice, continuing to ramble on.

“Was that his sister with you guys, or yours? I know you have one, right? People say she’s a lot younger than you, but then they also claim she’s your kid too. The internet is so crazy sometimes. Still, he’s real cute from what I saw! Are you telling people about you guys soon or keeping it lowkey?”

I was grasping at straws trying to find words. To simply recall my media training and the lengthy speeches Mila had given me. But nothing sprung to mind. It was like a cesspit full of disease that ate each and every thought that attempted to grow. 

“I don’t mind not saying anything to anyone if you don’t want me to.” The girl tacked on shortly after and I would have figured that she had quickly gathered that she’d caught me by total surprise there, but she was looking at me so closely that I could easily tell it wasn’t anything of the sort. It was like an eagle scoping out their prey.

“Um,” I swallowed, before finally plastering on something like a smile, “No, it’s– He’s not my boyfriend, just a– a family friend. But yeah, I’d prefer it if you didn’t mention it. At all. Please.”

Her eyes were wide when she nodded back at me, but her lips were curled into an insincere sort of grin that plucked my anxiety straight back up out of the cage I’d wrangled it into. 

“Of course, you can count on me.” It was with that in which she tugged me into a hug that had her hand settling on my waist, before I forced myself to step back.

I knew my smile had to have been less than flattering by that point, but I nodded anyway and waved at her as I backed down the hallway and crossed the lobby in a light jog, pulling my hat down lower over my face. It was only once I’d made it through the exit doors that I hurried to swallow the cold air that immediately hit me, throwing a startled glance back over my shoulder when the doors opened again, grateful to note that it wasn’t the same girl.

My eyes scanned the parking lot and it was a second later that I saw Marshall step out of the car parked across the street, his face furrowed under the shadow of his cap as he waved me over. I went, but something must have shown on my own face because he moved to meet me halfway, extending a hand out towards my arm the second he could.

He dipped his chin to catch my eye when we came to a stop and I wondered why he suddenly looked so uneasy. “What happened?”

My eyes snapped up to meet his and I blinked, still somewhat startled, “Nothing, it’s fine.”

“It’s ain’t.” He insisted, “You look like you’re gone be sick.”

I blew out another heavy breath and forced myself to calm the fuck down, “Honest, it was nothing. Just me overreacting.”

Marshall levelled me with a look before he sighed, “I know you. You don’t over-fucking-react like this. What went on?”

“Marsh, please. It was just a weird, I don’t know, encounter.” I tried, attempting to look past him to the car, “A fan that said was a bit too friendly, you know?”

I watched his jaw twitch. “What, in the bathroom?”

I sighed and lifted a hand up to rub at my cheek, “Just, can we leave it? Please. I just wanna go home. I’ll tell you then.”

Marshall watched me for a long second and for a moment I really thought he was going to argue, that he’d push, but instead he just gave a minute nod and wrapped an arm around me to lead us back to the car.

Surprisingly, Em didn’t head straight for the passenger side door and so I was greeted by the bright grin of a lovely little face when he ushered me into the backseat, seemingly knowing I needed a friendly face right then.

“What took you so long!” Rosie exclaimed the second she saw me, already shuffling over to make room whilst Marshall helped me inside, lingering a second longer to make sure that I really was fine before shutting the door and moving towards the drivers side.

“There was a long line,” I dragged out with a teasing smile whilst Em started the engine, “Think someone had a bad batch of nachos or something.”

Rosie’s face wrinkled into a grimace at my words and so when I met Marshall’s heavy stare in the rearview mirror the anxiety I felt was already starting to ebb. He gifted me a soft smile and it was then that I knew how well and truly fucked I was, because my heart stuttered.

…

The peace didn’t seem to last long though.

Not when I woke up the next morning to a thousand different notifications and my face plastered all over TMZ.

[julia-lestrade]

Late night texts

Simon “ghost “ Riley x reader

It’s late, and you’re scrolling through your phone, sleep eluding you. You’ve had a long day, and for some reason, all you can think about is Simon. Just as you’re about to put your phone down, it buzzes in your hand.

Simmy: You still awake?

You : Yeah, I am. Can’t sleep. You?

Simmy: Yeah. Thought I’d check on you. Everything alright?

You smile to yourself. He’s not one to text often, but every time he does, you can feel the warmth in his words even if they’re simple.

You: Long day. Just one of those nights, you know?

Simmy: I get it. You’ve been pushing yourself hard lately.

You: Well, you know me… stubborn.

Simmy: You know I worry about you, right?

Your heart skips a beat. Even though he’s tough, he has a gentle side, and moments like these make it crystal clear.

You: I know. That’s what keeps me going. And I worry about you, too, you know.

There’s a pause, and for a second you wonder if he’s fallen asleep.

Simmy: I’m alright as long as you’re alright. Just wish I was there to tell you that.

You: You are, Simon. Even if you’re not here, I feel like I have a piece of you with me. Cheesy, right?

Another pause.

Simmy:Maybe a little. But I don’t mind it. If it’s you.

You: …You’re not getting soft on me, are you, Ghost? ;)

Simmy: Only for you. Now, get some rest. I’ll be around if you need me.

You: Promise?

Simmy: Always. Now sleep, love.

You smile at the screen, feeling that warm, safe feeling only he gives you. With a sigh, you close your eyes, drifting off to sleep, knowing he’s out there thinking of you, too.

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I hope y’all enjoyed it that was my first cod fic EVER! So please let me know if you want more!

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

A race for love p.12

Hii guyss, I've been MIA these past few days but I'm back so I hope you enjoy this part. If you've missed part 11 or the other parts you can find them on my masterlist :)

Formula 1 is all about speed, but in this story, the real race isn't just on the track. Read on to find out who will win the ultimate race-for your heart.

- Spa 2023 -

You wake up to the warmth of Franco's arm draped around you, the soft rise and fall of his chest steady and comforting. For a moment, you just stay there, enjoying the peaceful quiet, his body snug against yours. His grip tightens slightly as he stirs, his lips brushing the top of your head.

"Good morning," he mumbles sleepily, pulling you closer into his embrace.

"Morning," you reply, your voice soft as you nuzzle into him. The morning light peeks through the curtains, but you feel like you could stay here forever, wrapped up in this cocoon of warmth and affection.

Franco shifts slightly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I could get used to waking up like this," he says, his voice playful but sincere.

You smile up at him. "Me too, but I should probably get going before my dad wonders where I've been."

Franco groans softly, tightening his hold on you. "Just a little longer?" he pleads, his lips finding yours in a slow, lingering kiss.

You laugh against his lips, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest. "I wish I could," you say between kisses, "but I have to get ready. I'll find you later in the paddock, okay?"

Franco sighs dramatically but finally lets go, watching you with a playful pout. "Fine, but only because you promised you'll come find me later."

You kiss him one last time, savouring the softness of his lips before you pull away. "I'll see you soon," you whisper, giving him a quick wink as you grab your things and head for the door.

When you arrive at the F1 paddock, the energy is buzzing with anticipation for the day's practices. As you step into the McLaren garage, you're greeted by Lando and Oscar, both of whom are lounging around while they wait for their turn on track.

"Look who decided to show up!" Lando jokes, waving you over. "Busy night?" He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, making Oscar chuckle.

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the smile that forms on your lips. "Please, you know I'm here to keep an eye on you two," you shoot back, plopping down next to them. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't get into trouble."

Oscar smirks. "Yeah, because we're the ones who cause all the trouble around here."

The three of you spend the next hour laughing, making jokes, and trading playful banter. The lightheartedness of it all helps ease the nervous excitement bubbling in your chest. It feels good to be back in the paddock, surrounded by friends.

As the time for F1 practice nears, Lando and Oscar start gearing up, and you take the opportunity to slip away. You send a quick text to Franco, letting him know you're on your way to the F3 paddock.

When you finally arrive, you spot Franco from a distance, pacing back and forth, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. His expression is tense, and his voice is raised, though you can't make out the words. As you get closer, you catch the tail end of his conversation.

"Just forget it, alright?!" Franco snaps before hanging up the phone abruptly, his jaw clenched.

You approach him carefully, concerned by the frustration etched across his face. "Hey," you say softly, touching his arm. "Is everything okay? Who was that?"

Franco startles slightly, but his expression softens when he sees you. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he tries to shake off whatever had him so riled up. "It's nothing important," he says quickly, forcing a smile. "Just... a stupid thing, don't worry about it."

You tilt your head, sensing that there's more to it, but Franco's already changing the subject. "So, you found me," he says, pulling you into his arms with a grin. "Does that mean I get a good luck kiss after practice?"

You smile, but your curiosity lingers. "Of course," you reply, leaning in to kiss him gently. But as you pull away, you can't help but wonder what was really going on with that phone call.

Tag list: @hs2016

[pepsiv4l]

-Her Favorite-

Summary-You and Chris have been best friends since kids,until a couple months ago ,during fall time you started developing feelings for him.And so has he ,Every time you hear “a fall song” you think of him. One day u decided to confess your feelings to him while hanging out at your spot.

You-pink Chris-orange

“We fell in love in October, That’s why I love fall”

You and Chris are best friends, you guys spent most of your life together. That is until last year,Fall you started developing feelings for him.One day you were laying in bed scrolling on your phone until you get a text from Chris,him asking if you wanted to hang out

You let out a soft giggle as you text back Chris, blush covering your cheeks, you check the time [5:30] ,You get out of bed deciding to get ready to head out. You go into your closet putting on a tank top,and a pair of grey,baggy sweatpants with a hoodie and your fav pair of shoes, you walk out ur room ,grabbing your keys and drive to a spot you and Chris always go to when y’all wanna be alone or just be together.

-When you get there-

You sit at a nearby bench waiting for Chris to arrive, you pull out your phone to check what time it was [6:10] you look up and see Chris walking towards you ,You try hiding the blush forming on your cheeks a smile growing on ur face. “Hey goof I missed ya” he says a smile on his face as he sits beside you wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “I missed you too kid” you both chuckle ,as he pulls your closer ,Chris then pulls out his headphone putting one earbud in his ear and the other in yours ,the smile on your lips growing at Chris’s move. He pulls out his phone playing a playlist called (Her favorite) and pressing play ,as songs u love to listen too goes through the headphones,You look up at Chris with a smile “you like this ,goof?” U giggle as u softly nod “how do you know my fav songs kid?” he looks down at you “I just do ,don’t ask” he said with a grin displaying on his lips. As the next song starts rolling in,It’s a “fall” song Your mind immediately goes back to your undying love for Chris ,You start blushing even more “uhm hey..Chris I-i gotta tell you something but promise not to freak out-“ you say trying to hide how nervous you were ,but it was impossible. Chris looks down at you waiting for you to speak up and say what you were going to say “I like you…well love -I have been since last year,fall..” His eyes slightly widen ,a dark shade of pink start to form on cheeks “wait-what ,you l-like me, like…Like like me?” You nod your anxiety rising by the second ,you fidget around with the zipper of your sweater, suddenly you feel Chris’s cold hands on your chin pulling your head towards him, “I love you too..” he softly says as the song continues to play through the headphones, when you hear Chris’s words your heart beats faster ,it’s like a dream come true... “Kinda funny hm? No wonder fall is yours favorite season huh darling?” Chris chuckles ,a smirk growing on his lips ,Your blush increases,”oh shut up!” You say with a giggle as Chris gently pulls you into a soft kiss..your body relaxes..

-Chris softly pulls away from the kiss ,burying his face in the crook of your neck. As the playlist continues playing hearing Chris mumble against your neck “your favorite…”

A/N:sorry for any spelling errors ,my stories low key ass so my bad hope u liked this one,have Good day!

[impossible-rat-babies]

I’m still thinking about that “you promised” “I know” post

[titsthedamnseason]

okay i might come off bitchy saying this and that’s okay but i find it weird that we created the culture of such intense “losses” over the surprise songs this tour. like i definitely felt it leading up to my show and when she plays my top favorites but for the most part i’m just HAPPY when she sings a song i love. and maybe the fact that i got great surprise songs has to do with it so i shouldn’t speak on this but i think it’s really only a “loss” of there was a chance for you to see it live but now that my time has come and gone i just get excited to see what she’s going to play

[emmyrosee]

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)