#guys it’s hard and i’m fucking stupid and take forever

[eringobragh420]

ᥫ᭡ DAMIAN PRIEST dating headcanons pt. 2 ᥫ᭡

♣️ Pairing — Damian Priest ♥︎ f!Reader (no use of y/n) ♣️ Word Count — 823 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Mention of oral (f receiving), dirty talk, super mild D/s, mention of overstimulation (18+) ♣️ Taglist — If you'd like to be added, please click here! ♣️ Shoutout — @caramara3 Thanks for this idea and the encouragement! ♣️ MASTERLIST

°˖➴ Damian has gotten you addicted to tattoos. You’d gone with him for one of his appointments, deciding in the middle of his session that you wanted one of your own. What do you think about getting Damian right across my chest? Damian’s eyes had nearly popped out of his head and all the beautiful bronze color had drained from his face before you collapsed into giggles. And as he listened to you laughing and watching you cry at your own stupid joke, he maybe wished you were getting his name somewhere on your body.

°˖➴ Damian appreciates that you listen when he gushes over his newest combat weapon or superhero bust or creepy Good Guy doll, asking questions you don’t care about the answers to, helping him decide where to place them in the house.

°˖➴  Damian is a munch. Every opportunity to lay you on the nearest flat surface, spread your silky thighs, and lick you until you’re a writhing, sobbing mess, he takes. Your taste, your flavor, your cum is something he craves. He wishes he could put it in a travel mug when he heads for the airport after making you ride his face.

°˖➴  Damian doesn’t post much about the two of you on social media, but he loves when you do. Selfies—I’m his and he’s mine, forever. Dinner dates—now he eats steak, later he eats …  Celebrations—el campeón de mi corazón. Letting the world know you belong to him. And he you.

°˖➴  Damian reads to you. All the classic authors—Jane Austen, Harper Lee, F. Scott Fitzgerald. The books are printed in English, but he reads them in Spanish, and it’s supposed to help with your fluency, but you either spend your time gazing up at him, watching his lips move, or fall asleep to the soft rumble of his words, having learned nothing.

°˖➴  Damian talks during sex. Mostly Spanglish. But the words simply tumble out of his mouth when his cock is buried to the hilt inside the tightest pussy he’s ever had, or the velvetiest throat he’s ever felt. He tells you how pretty you are, how well you take him, and, not to be forgotten: how utterly sexy you'd be round with his child. 

°˖➴  Damian knows it’s not necessary to buy you expensive things, but he can't help it. Every necklace was made for your neck, every ring for your finger, every bag, every lingerie set, and every pair of shoes. All made for you. So what's he supposed to do? Not buy the things that were made for you?

°˖➴  Damian has never been submissive for a woman in his entire life. Until you came along. And it's not that he wants to be dominated every time. But after a particularly bad day at work, miles of rough travel, or simple frustration with life, he loves being able to lay back and let you tell him what to do, what position you want him in, and when to cum. He especially loves when you get physical—hand around his throat, nail scratches down his back and chest, and he hasn't been able to bring himself to tell you that he fucking loves it when you pull his hair. Not just a gentle tug when he's eating you out. His entire ponytail wrapped around your fist and a hard yank—that's his shit.

°˖➴  Damian’s favorite date to take you on is a concert. Your musical tastes tend to gravitate to more modern pop, the stuff that makes his ears bleed, but it warms his heart when you willingly attend the show of a band you’ve never even heard of. He’ll enjoy a few songs before his attention falls on you. You can dance to anything. Even a screeching guitar solo by Kerry King. And you somehow made dancing to Kerry King sexy, so he’s started purchasing VIP suites, because as soon as you start moving your hips, he’s glued to your backside, thrusting his hips against your lower back.

°˖➴  Damian is the overstimulation king. Your thighs clenching around his hand, your own hands fighting against the silk rope attaching them to the headboard, rivers of tears streaming down your cheeks. He’ll never tell you, and he might feel a little ashamed of it, but it makes his cock ache when you cry, weep, beg him to stop because you can’t fucking take anymore. And after he revels in your sobs for several moments, that’s when he talks you through it. That’s when he talks you down, as his fingers slow, and the filthy squelching sounds become softer. See, I told you you could do it. And my sweet angelita taking everything Papí gives her. And I know it makes you cry, querida, but it feels so good, doesn’t it? And he smiles when you sniff and nod, and he unties your hands so you can curl into him until your body stops shaking.

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[a-bucket-in-the-void]

hhhhhhhh i take forever to do really shitty work but i’m doing it guyssssss (sort of)

[cherryblossom-heart]

I hate you (9.5/?)

modern!Sukuna x Reader

Things get clearer for Sukuna

Content Warning: Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Sukuna being nice? (if you can call it that) Sukuna is his own warning, mention of sexual content, slut shaming (both sides). Sukuna battling his feelings. This is a +18 series so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. If I catch any minor or ageless blog interacting with this series I will block you.

W.C. 2.6.K

A/N: Hi besties! I am so sorry for the delay on this chapter, memi messed up my convos for other series and this one too so I was just busy re doing everything again. Hope you guys like it! Oh btw I listened Mitskis' My Love Mine All Mine on repeat while writing this in case you want to give it a try haha

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7:17 P.M.

“Finally.” Sukuna rolled his eyes as you walked to him. “Taking forever, for what?”

“Oh, shut up. Like you don’t like what you see.” You winked at him.

A faint wave of heat rushed to his face and he wanted to ride away. Even if he had gotten used to this unexpected reaction, they didn’t make them any less annoying. He wasn’t about to admit he knew that even if you were wearing a garbage bag as a dress, his heart would still race any time you came through that door.

He remembered his cousin laughing once he told him he would take you to that stupid bands concert and asked him if he would cover your shift.

“So you’re telling me you’re taking her to a concert, of a band you don’t even like, just because?” Choso’s words were strained as he fought to get air back to his lungs.

Sukunas patience was running thin, not that it was hard to get it to that level to begin with, but the more Choso’s words bounced around his head, the more he questioned what the point of this was.

Why was he even taking you? He couldn’t even stand their music.

“You’re covering her shift or not?” Sukuna barked, which typically was enough to make people around him quiet. Unluckily for him, Choso didn’t hold the same fear for him as others, it didn’t help him, and Sukuna knew each other since they were in diapers.

“Oh, I’ll definitely take it. But you just have to answer one question.” His voice was full of amusement as he hung an arm around Sukuna. “How long has she had you this whipped?”

“Fuck you.” He shook off his arm of his shoulders.

Whatever, taking you wasn’t worth this hassle.

Or any hassle at all.

Maybe he could talk to Toji. Cash in a favor.

“Hey, don’t get me wrong. If anyone was going to be able to tame you, it definitely would be her.” Choso laughed.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you’ve seen her right? Girls got a little crazy in her. Remember that time she beat up that Yorozu chick for saying all that fucked up shit about Uraume?”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow “What?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were too busy to go to school. I’m surprised you even graduated.” Choso rolled his eyes, pulling out a cigarette from the carton he kept in his pocket, a habit he displayed whenever he talked for too long with his cousin. “After their mom died, Yorozu began the rumor Uraume fucked people to get money to pay the rent, that’s why they were never in school.”

That cunt.

Sukunas memories traveled back to his teenage years, he remembered a day where he had found you in the living room, your messy hair and a busted lip catching his attention. He had made the mistake of leaving you alone, thinking he didn’t care enough to ask.

And you didn’t like him enough to answer.

“Then one day your girl comes in, walks to Yorozu and sucker punches her right in the jaw. No warning, nothing. By the time the teachers were able to pull her off Yorozu, she already had a broken nose and her whole face was turning purple. I’ve never seen anything like that, I really thought she was going to kill her.” Choso shook his head. “Maybe you finally found your match”

His cousins’ words tormented his thoughts ever since.

God, he was right, wasn’t he? He was completely and utterly whipped. He didn’t remember the last time he had fucked someone else without you popping in his head every five seconds. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last day he had gone through without thinking of you at least once.

“What’s that?” You asked as you reached him, looking back to the hand he has behind his back.

Fuck.

“Here.” Sukuna pulled out a bouquet of deep red roses, almost slamming them against you. “Jin said I should bring this.” He scoffed, as if he wasn’t the one that decided to buy them.

“Aww.” You coo at them as you smell them. Sukuna’s eyes diverted from you, not wanting that brewing warm sensation you brought him to pop up, this was already hard enough as it was. “I love them. Maybe I should’ve gone out with Jin instead.” You teased him with that cocky little smirk that made his blood boil.

“I’m taking you out on a stupid date and you can’t stop being a slut for five minutes?” Sukuna rolled his eyes.

He expected to get a snarky remark, perhaps a slap in the arm or head but you had the annoying tendency to surprise him. You leaned over to him, placing a tender kiss on his cheek before walking backwards to your house.

His heart began racing. The drumming of his pulse echoed on his ears so loudly he thought you might’ve heard it.

“Don’t be an ass, you know I have more fun with you.” You winked at him before turning around.

“Where you going?” Were the only words he managed to say.

“To put them in a vase. Don’t want them dying on me, this might be the only proof of you ever being nice.”

Darkened eyes followed your every step, each one giving Sukuna a clear answer.

He was losing his mind, and it was all your fault.

8:21 P.M.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked as you hopped of his bike, pulling down on the now inconvenient black skirt you had decided to wear.

“Piss me off enough and I might.”

“Whatever.” You glared at him, kicking a rock in the ground. “If you’re not going to kill me then what are we doing in the middle of the woods?”

“What? You scared, brat?”

You laughed. “As if. I’m more scared of an animal eating us. If a bear attacks us, I’m leaving your ass.”

Sukuna made his way through the path he had grown accustomed to, the sound of your heels scraping against the unstable ground the woods offered following close behind. He could hear you cursing under your breath, your annoyance growing the more you kept tripping.

“You could’ve told me we were going to the fucking woods.”

“Not my fault you dress like a cheap prostitute whenever you’re going out.”

“First of all, fuck you.” You caught up to him, slapping him in the back of the head. “Second, if I was a prostitute, you could never afford me.”

Sukuna held you by the arm, spinning you in front of him. His chest pressed against your back; his grip tight on your hips. He leaned over you, lips almost brushing against your ear.

“Why would I pay you when I already have you for free.”

“For now.” You turned around. “Piss me off enough and I might just change boytoys.”

You placed a kiss on his cheek before moving along and Sukuna never wished more to fuck you and strangle you at the same time.

8:29 P.M.

“Over here.”

“I swear if you brought me all the way over here for nothing I will cut your balls– “

“Hey.”

Jin’s voice cut through the emptiness of the forest making you jump. You turned to the direction of his voice, racing to Sukunas twin brother. It never ceased to amaze you how similar they were physically, but as soon as your eyes connected with Jin’s the softness in them almost made you chuckle.

“Jin!” You raced to him, engulfing him in a suffocating hug. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been busy with Yuji.”

Jin’s eyes met his brothers as he debated where to settle his hands. Sukunas burning gaze gave him the answer he needed.

“What are you doing here? Please tell me you’re my date instead of your idiot of a brother.” You teased him, causing a slight blush on his face. “You’re already much better than him. The flowers were a nice touch.”

“Flowers? I didn’t… oh. Oh! Yeah, no problem.”

Sukuna was about to turn Yuji into an orphan.

“I was just helping him set this up.” Jin pointed behind himself,

Your eyes grew wide as you took in what your date would be. In the middle of the field laid a lightweight red blanket, a couple of lanterns on each side made it visible. Laid out in the middle there were a few containers with what you assumed were food, steam covering the inside.

You smiled at Sukuna, and he could’ve sworn his world stopped for a second.

“It was his idea.” He grunted, hoping his brother would take the hint.

“Yeah, I thought you would like it.”

You stared back at Sukuna for a second longer, a playful glint on your eyes, before you turned around and hugged Jin again.

“You’re so sweet, thank you.” You placed a small kiss on his cheek, your lipstick tainting his skin. “Maybe you should stay, and we’ll ditch your brother.”

“I– “

“He’s leaving. Now.”

“Bye, Jin!”

Sukuna dragged his brother, pulling him to the main road that led back to the parking lot. He took out his keys, throwing them to Jin before snatching away his brother’s car keys.

“If there’s a scratch on her I’ll fucking kill you, you understand?” Sukuna warned his brother.

“Yeah.” His brother cleared his throat, making sure they were at a safe distance from you. “You know, it’s not the worst thing in the world if you do like her. She’s always been nice.”

Nice wouldn’t be the word that Sukuna would use to describe you.

“Whatever, just don’t crash my fucking bike.”

“I won’t.” Before turning away Jin called for your attention, his arm waving in the air. “You’re coming to Yuji’s birthday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

After one last menacing look from his older brother, Jin finally left. Sukuna had made a mental note of reminding Jin who the older brother was, even if it was just for a few minutes of difference.

“So, a picnic huh?” You teased and Sukuna wanted the earth to collapse right there and then.

“Jin’s idea.” He shrugged, grabbing a can of beer from the ground.

You sat down, crossing your legs in front of you as you settled down. “Oh yeah, it was his idea? Just like the flowers you got me?”

“Shut up.”

Why did he agree to this in the first place?

9:23 P.M

“... then all of the sudden Uraume bolts in the room and grabs me from the back of the neck, tossing me to the floor and I’m thinking ‘this is it, my life is about to end at thirteen all because I wanted to use a stupid pair of boots that stink and aren’t even that great’. Before they could even put a hand on me, I hooked my feet in the back of their leg and Uraume just straight up just collapses.”

“No fucking way you got them like that.” Sukuna half scoffed, half laughed, shaking his head at the thought of you overpowering Uraume.

As if.

You shoved him playfully. “I swear on my life, I don’t know why but that’s their Achilles point. Well, more like knee but you know what I mean.”

“So, you’re telling me you did the same thing to get them to back off my dick?”

“Pretty much.” You shrug. “I got on top of them, coughed up some phlegm and threatened them to get it on their face if they didn’t stop.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.” Sukuna laughed, his stomach hurting from the laughter the mental image of Uraume being defenseless brought to him. “No wonder they didn’t fucking told me what you did.”

“Let’s keep it a secret between us, pretty boy.”

“Fuck off, I told you not to call me that.”

You turned to him, eyelids half open as the alcohol relaxed your body. “But you are my pretty boy.”

That damn smirk made him want to choke you.

And kiss you.

“Tell me something.” You took another sip of your beer, a small drop falling from the corner of your lips. “Why are you doing all this?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

The question of the year. Why do all this? Why put any effort behind this? Why did the thought of another man touching brought an anger in him he couldn’t explain? Why did he care about you? Why did the thought of spending time with you made his heart race? Why did your touch bring a tenderness in him he wasn’t aware of its existence before?

He had no idea, yet he craved you with everything in him.

“I don’t know. Just trying to see what happens.” He grunted, his nonchalance being his refuge when he couldn’t even explain it to himself.

“Uh huh.” Unconvinced by his words, you moved closer to him, your arm almost touching his. “Wanna know what I think.”

“Not really.”

“I think you like me. A lot.”

Sukuna scoffed

“You wish.”

“And I think you want to date me.”

“Shut the fuck off.”

“And you want to know the worst part about it?”

You laid down on the floor, your eyes focused on the starts above you.

“What?”

You sighed. “I think I might want to date you too.”

Sukunas head snapped to you.

“I know, crazy.” You let out a small laugh, as if you were just now coming to that realization. “You’re violent, obnoxious, immature, selfish, a sociopath at times, a bigger slut than I am, you have a terrible way of dealing with things, at times I really wish I could strangle you so I would never have to see you again. And yet… I still like you. Enough to try at least.”

I still like you.

The words bounced around his brain as he tried to make sense of them. He knew what he was supposed to do, he should push back. Deny every crazy allegation, go deeper into the reasons why he would never like you, tell you about every logical point on why he could never date you. Your fear of relationship, your extensive list of sexual partners, the fact that you drove him insane and the fact that only you could enact so much rage off him with just a couple of looks.

He hated you.

He hated the way you made him feel.

He hated the space you had taken over in his thoughts.

He hated the space you had carved in his heart.

He hated everything about you but lately he couldn’t remember why he had started to hate you in the first place.

“God, I fucking hate you.” He said as he laid down with you, the toughness of the ground aligning his back.

You chuckled. “Ditto.”

Your hand found his, fingers entwining with his.

Sukunas eyes stayed on you, watching you admire the night sky. He could see every movement you made, the way your eyes focused on following the chain of stars, trying to find sense in the constellations up in the sky.

And right there and then, with the moonlight hitting your skin, Sukuna thought he never saw anything more beautiful.

His hands moved faster than he could control them, pulling your face to look at him. Your eyes widened in surprise, and he wondered if you could feel the same warmth he felt whenever he touched you. Judging the way your eyes softened, he thought you did.

His hand traveled to your neck, his fingertips barely connecting with your skin. Your eyes darkened, traveling back and forth from his lips back to his irises and Sukuna knew he was screwed.

He truly did like you.

Fuck, he might even…

No, he could only deal with one catastrophic realization a day. That could wait.

At least until tomorrow, when his mind and soul were stronger to fight of the truth.

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[faistizer]

me & you together song

i've been in love with her for ages and I can't seem to get it right i fell in love with her in stages my whole life - me & you together song, the 1975

pairing: stanford!art x friend!reader, slight patrick x tashi

in which: art’s been in love with you for ages, and he can’t seem to muster the courage to tell you.

warnings: patrick and tashi are dating in this, art being an absolute loser and dork, severe pining

note: i just really like writing friends to lovers okay???

“seriously man?”

patrick snap his fingers in front of art’s face. “i come back from tour, just to visit you and you can’t even look at me because you’re busy— what, busy starin’ at a chick?”

“she’s not just some chick—“ art snaps his attention back to his best friend.

“no, she’s the girl of your dreams—“ the other boy mocks in a dreamy tone. “you’ve been doing this since the tennis academy days. since you saw her on the fuckin’ court when we were twelve.”

“shutup- shutup-“

“no! i will not shut up, donaldson.” patrick rolls his eyes. “you’ve been doing this for forever, and we’re in college now. ask her out, it’s not hard to—“

“shut up— PATRICK.” art says loudly. he clears his throat and he turns his head to you approaching. his cheeks flushing up from the sight of you. “hey.”

“hey.” patrick snorts casually.

“hi.” you smile politely. “um, art. do you know when practice starts today? i lost my schedule.”

“um. yeah- it’s- uh— it’s at- at- two.”

“oh okay, thanks, art.” you smile and wave before turning away and joining your friends at their table.

“it’s— uh— uh— uh— at— at— t-t-two,“ patrick teases with a smirk. art slaps his chest with a scoff.

“whatever man.”

“let me be your wingman!”

“no.” art says stiffly.

“oh come on, why not?” patrick groans as if he’s in physical pain.

“the last time you offered to be my wingman, you told her—“ he looks around and lowers his voice, “—that i have an intense boner.” art hisses, his pale skin turning red at the memory.

“what? was i wrong? no!” patrick cackles then slowly stops as he catches his friend’s glare, “besides, she laughed! she thought it was a joke. girls love a funny guy-“

“she didn’t laugh because it was funny, patrick. she laughed because she was mortified.” art says stiffly.

“whatever you say man.” patrick chuckles to himself, wearing that stupid, condescending grin. “i’m just saying— if you don’t ask her out, you’ll be pining after her until you’re forty-fucking-five.”

art’s mouth shifts in a thin line, because for once, what patrick’s saying is true.

at practice, art rallies the ball back to his hitting partner. his grip’s loose, his footwork’s sloppy, but he’s barely paying attention to that because you’re right there.

you laugh at something one of your friends said, the way your face shifts, perfecting that smile. the way your ponytail blows in the gentle wind, the way—

“donaldson! come on, this is the third time!” his hitting partner yells as the missed ball slams the fence behind him with a thwack.

“fuck— fuck- yeah, i’m sorry.” art says quickly, he snaps back to attention and turns around to pick up the ball. but when he bends over to reach it, another hand is already picking it up for him.

he looks up and his cheeks redden again.

“here.” you smile gently, like an angel— no— no- a goddess, and hands the ball to him.

for a moment, art stares, his mouth agape, speechless. his eyes never leaving your eyes, he freezes in place.

you furrow your eyebrows together in mild confusion and you laugh slightly to break the awkward silence. “art?”

“oh— yeah— yeah, sorry- zoned out.” art says frantically, standing up and taking the ball. as your fingers brush— just for a second—his heart stutters. “th— thanks.”

as he turns to toss the ball back to his partner, the coach yells— “ok, five minute water break! good work.” his partner groans and throws his hands up in the air.

art stares longingly at you from a distance as you tip your bottle back. he wishes he was the bottle. fuck— what is wrong with him?

from the bleachers, patrick catches the look in his friends eyes, and scoffs. he whistles. when art looks, gestures lazily in your direction. he then mimes drinking from an invisible cup. ‘ask her out for drinks,’ he mouths, just for good measure.

art mouths back— ‘how?’

but patrick’s already distracted— his hand finds tashi’s waist as he whispers something in her ear. she scoffs showing him off as he kisses her cheek. some wingman, art thinks to himself with an eye roll.

for once, art musters l the courage to talk to you. he takes a few heavy steps, scrambling for the right words. ‘hi, i’ve been in love with you for the past seven years.’ too strong. ‘how are you?’ too vague.

he decides on a ‘hey. are you free tonight? do you want to go get drinks? i know a good spot.’

yet, as he reaches where you are and has you staring at him expecting him to say something— he squeaks out a “drinks?”

you blink, “drinks?”

“you— do you— you want— do you want drinks?”

you tilt your head with a half smile, “n-no?”

“i mean— fuck, uh.” he clears his throat, twice. “do you— do you want, do you want to go out with drinks with me? tonight? if you’re free- if you- have time.”

“as friends?” you smile slightly as you brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

fuck. fuck. abort mission. his brain screams at him to run, but his feet won’t move. okay, so you want to go as friends? sure— he can do that.

“well, duhhhhh—“ he says, way too loud. “um— yeah— as— um— the bestest friends. yes. from mark rebellato’s tennis academy. friends.”

everyone on the stanford tennis team is staring at him at this point. even patrick lets out an exaggerated sigh from the bleachers.

“…oooookay then, is seven good?” you ask gently

“yup. amazing. so good.” he grins— way too wide with his teeth clenched— and bolts.

he drops down next to tashi and patrick, exhaling like he’s just run a 100 miles. “i did it.” he lets out a breathless laugh, almost in disbelief. “i asked her out.”

patrick snorts. “you call that asking someone out?”

“i mean— technically, yeah?”

“did you actually— or-?” tashi raises her eyebrow.

“our big man did it, tash.” patrick laughs. “he’s going out for drinks with her. as the ‘bestest friends from mark rebellato’s tennis academy,’ of course.”

“shut up,“ art groans, holding his head in his hands.

“no- because, you weren’t even ‘bestest friends’— you were barely friends with her at the academy.” patrick points out. “you barely spoke to her, all you did was pine after her and jerk o—“

art’s cheeks flush up and covers patrick’s mouth, looking around frantically. “OKAY— okay, patrick. we get it.”

tashi sighs, patting her boyfriend’s arm. “just don’t be weird and scare her off.”

patrick grins, “like that’s possible.”

“patrick,” tashi gives him a look. patrick rolls his eyes, then turns to art, squeezing his cheeks.

“fine, good luck. just remember, you can’t fuck up more than you already have,” he pauses, “probably.”

for the past half hour, art’s been gripping on his drink like his life depends on it.

you’ve been going on and on about tennis practice, this girl who borrowed your lip gloss and lost it, and that time you fell on your face during a junior league.

but he’s completely distracted because at the moment, he doesn’t know whether he’s looking at you too much— or not enough. if his outfit says ‘causal friend hangout’ or ‘please love me and run off with me to a cabin where we can live happily for the rest of our lives.’

so he just laughs when you laugh. nod at the right times. says “yeah” when it seems appropriate.

and he prays that you don’t notice how he’s completely freaking out about this.

“art.”

he snaps out of it instantly.

“…mm yeah?” he mumbles like complete, fucking idiot.

“are you even listening to me?” you smirk, laughing slightly.

“of course, i am.” he tries to put on a winning smile but it comes out strained.

you raise your eyebrow, taking a slow sip from your glass. art, desperate to seem composed, mirrors you and drinks from his.

as you set your drink down, you casually mention, “y’know, i used to have the biggest crush on you?”

art chokes.

“what?” he coughs.

“yeah. back at the academy. i really, really liked you,” you laugh.

his heart practically leaps out of his chest and he swears his cheeks are probably heating up and shifting to some shade of pink.

but he plays it cool— or at least, he tries to.

"you said you used to? so- so, not anymore?" he stammers.

"i mean, i could like you, if you like me back," you tease. "but we're here as friends? right?"

he screams internally. fuck him. fuck his idiocy and not being able to ask the girl he loves on a real date. "...right." he looks down at the beer swirling in his cup.

you pause slightly, scanning the expression on his face. "do you like me?"

art raises his head, looking you in the eyes. this is his chance, whoever's up above has given him an opportunity. he cannot fuck this up.

"ye— i mean— pff, no."

fuck.

fuck.

patrick's voice rings in his head, 'just remember, you can’t fuck up more than you already have,' and look what he's done.

why, why would he say that? what is wrong with him? so many questions swarm his head and he has the urge to slap himself.

your eyebrows furrow in mild confusion and you look almost... disappointed? but you shrug anyways, "oh, okay then."

for a moment there is silence, before you clear your throat, "should we get another round of drinks?"

"yeah— sure." art murmurs, nodding slightly.

art donaldson is a fucking loser.

he repeats this in his head as he walks you back to your dorm. he opens his mouth several times to scream out about how much he loves you. about how he needs you. about how he wants to be with you for the rest of his life, despite it being only the first technical date.

but he can't.

he turns his head to look at you, because you're so pretty. and amazing. and perfect. he sighs and looks straight ahead.

he fucked it up.

patrick's right, he'll be pining after you until he's forty-five. actually, no, he'll be pining after you until he dies.

art's convinced he might explode because both of you haven't said a single word. he wants to rip his skin off or get on his knees and cling to you like a toddler.

after another two minutes of silence, he stops walking and bursts.

"i really like you."

he scans your face for a reaction but you stare at him.

"like— i really, really like you. i'm in love with you, i mean— who wouldn't be? you're so amazing— you're good at tennis, you're smart, you're nice, you're gorgeous— fuck- i should really shut up." he rambles, "i've just- i've just liked you since we were fucking twelve because you let me borrow your tennis ball after i hit mine over the fence. i thought you were really thoughtful— i mean, you still are—"

"art." you laugh, grabbing his shoulder.

"no- no- i know what you're going to say- like- we're friends. we're not even friends actually, i don't- i don't talk to you- at all—"

"art."

"-and i don't care if you don't like me back- i just wanted to get this out-"

"art!" you finally yell. you roll your eyes. "i know."

art stops talking.

"i know," you say again with a shrug. you brush a blonde hair out of his face.

art suddenly notices how close you are. "y-you know?"

you smirk, "i'm not an idiot. i have eyes."

is it just him or have you gotten closer? his cheeks are probably red again. like they always are around you.

"huh." his teeth worry into his lip in thought, he tries hard not to stare at your lips but ends up glancing at them.

you giggle softly, catching his glance, “i think you’re cute.”

“cute?” he squeaks.

“yeah, cute,” you grab his face a gently press your lips against his.

a few minutes later, art is running back to his dorm. his steps light and fast, he smiles like an idiot. his heart flutters so fast, he thinks it must be pounding out of his chest. he’s dizzy. he thinks he might faint.

but he stops, pulling his blackberry out of his pocket to type a message with shaky hands.

ART DONALDSON: you will not believe what just happened

he stares at the message with a grin, finger hovering over the send button, then presses it.

PATRICK ZWEIG: ?

PATRICK ZWEIG: dude

PATRICK ZWEIG: dude???

PATRICK ZWEIG: art??

PATRICK ZWEIG: hello?????

art laughs to himself still in disbelief.

ART DONALDSON: i dont even know what to say

ART DONALDSON: but it’s all happening

he leans back against the wall, laughing out loud again. he lets out a breath, grin never fading—

he’s definitely still an idiot, but maybe now— he’s a lucky one.

-

tags: @hyuneskkami for the divider

[dollfacefantasy]

Room for One More

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield

summary: months ago, chris let his apprentice slip through his fingers when she transferred to the d.s.o. to work with leon kennedy. now the three of them have been sent on a mission together and are forced to share a hotel room.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, threesome, p in v, oral sex (f and m recieving), face-sitting, exhibitionism, age gap (early 20s, late 30s), jealousy, light angst

word count: 9.2k

a/n: had this in my drafts since february let's go. hope you guys like it <3

You and Leon were so fucking annoying.

Irritating, aggravating, infuriating pains in his ass. That’s all Chris could think while speeding down the road, his knuckles white from their tight grip on the steering wheel. The three of you were all supposed to be professionals for god’s sake. He shouldn’t have to deal with the two of you acting no better than a couple of horny teenagers during a fucking mission.

It was constant. The giggling and gasping, soft whines of “Leon stoppppp.” And he could hear Leon’s stupid fucking smirk when he chuckled and kept doing whatever was causing you to squirm around with him in the back seat. If he had to sit through much more of this, he was pretty sure he’d end up plowing the car into a nearby tree and putting himself out of his misery.

Chris glanced in the rearview mirror. Darkness engulfed the car right now, making it hard to clearly see what his ‘partners’ were up to. All he could really make out was that Leon’s head had been in the crook of your neck but was now tilted upwards to capture you in a kiss. The only thing keeping him sane was the miniscule light in the distance. The small reminder that he wouldn’t be stuck in the car with the sounds of saliva swapping forever. He lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head, trying to will himself to just tune the aggravation out. But as the minutes pass by, each wet smack of lips grates on his nerves more and more.

“Can you two cut it out back there? I’m trying to focus,” he says. His harsh stare remains on the road ahead.

He hears your bodies briefly untangling as his words pierce the bubble you had created for yourselves. Leon is the first to respond.

“Our mistake, Redfield. Didn’t know it was such a challenge to go twenty-five miles an hour on an empty road,” he remarks. Again, Chris’s blood boils as he senses that self-satisfied expression taking over the other man’s features.

Your light slap to Leon’s bicep sounds through the car’s interior. “Sorry, Chris. We’ll keep it down,” you apologize.

In contrast to your boyfriend, your tone rings genuine. You sounded almost a little embarrassed by Chris calling out your antics. Your soft voice drifting to his ears actually softens him a tad. He knew the expression you wore now too. How your eyes were fixed on the DSO agent, giving him the glare you used when you wanted to seem firm. In reality, it came off as cute, like an angry kitten. And now Leon got to be the one to grin at you and shake his head, amused by your sweet face. He got to be in the position Chris let slip through his fingers months ago.

***

You’d been his first. Started out at the BSAA as his rookie. Your first day you’d been so bright-eyed, hopeful and ready to start out your career and face the world. He’d been reluctant to take on a trainee at first. It’s a lot of work with a 50/50 shot at reward, but the second he laid eyes on you, he knew the luck of the draw had worked in his favor.

You were the ideal apprentice. A great listener, eager to learn everything you could, and accepting of commands. Every day with you was a breeze. And besides the parts of you suited for your job, you were just generally pleasant to be around. He could joke with you, talk to you about damn near any subject. You were a great partner in the field too. At first, he’d been worried. A cute little thing like you taking on bioterrorists? He struggled to believe that would work out. As soon as he saw you in action though, you left no doubt that he’d been wrong. He became more taken with you upon seeing you act so capable. He realized that he felt a connection with you that he’d been lacking for so much of his life.

Unfortunately for him, he had these pesky things called ‘morals’ that prevented him from pursuing you. Every time he legitimately considered flirting or asking you out, the guilt gnawed at him, filling his mind with words of shame rather than anything that could charm you. No matter how he thought about it, he just couldn’t work out any way it would be right. Not only were you his subordinate, his rookie, you were nearly twenty years his junior too. You shouldn’t be wasting the prime of your life with some old man, so he cut off any hope of being more than a mentor to you.

About a year after he’d taken you on, the two of you were sent on that mission in Texas. It was simple, standard, routine. You and Chris were simply there to assist local police with the aftermath of a bioterror attack. Both of you were in the transport vehicle on the way to the site, and this was a rare occasion where he was pretty calm. He wasn’t tense or anxious, didn’t have any other motive than getting in and getting out. He was just enjoying the ride and watching your pretty face soak up the sunlight beaming through the window.

What he hadn’t been briefed on was the DSO’s involvement in the case. More specifically, a certain DSO agent’s presence. Apparently he’d been in the area on unrelated business and had been ordered to stop by in case your team needed assistance.

The two of you got out of the car and wandered through the remnants of the event. At first, Chris was happy to see him. It’d been a while, and he seemed to be in a better place than the last time they’d met. You seemed happy to see him too despite the fact that you’d never met before. Right then, Chris should’ve known it was over.

“Who’s that?” you asked with more interest than he felt was appropriate, leaning closer his muscular frame to keep your tone hushed.

He glanced down at you and raised his eyebrows, initially amused with the way you almost seemed in awe.

“Leon Kennedy. He’s with the DSO. Probably just here for some backup,” he informed you.

You nodded, and as you padded along behind Chris, your eyes remained locked on the agent in front of you. If he hadn’t been wrapped around your finger, it would have been obvious to him that you were developing a little crush. You became so bashful around Leon. Smiling up at him, batting your eyelashes like a cartoon character, following him around the scene like a puppy.

At the time, Chris thought that you were simply intrigued by the prestige of the DSO. Looking back, he couldn’t believe how clueless he’d been.

It was only six weeks later that you came to his office to notify him you were transferring agencies.

“What do you mean transferring? I’ve been training you to work here. I need you here,” Chris said.

Your eyes had cast down. Your body appeared to shrink in on itself. “I know. The BSAA is important and all, and I’ll always be grateful for what I learned here. It’s just that Leon said…”

And those last two words were all Chris heard.

“Leon said? What’s he know? He met you one time. He’s gonna try and tell you that you’re a better fit for the DSO?” he asked, probably coming off more interrogating than concerned, “You’re perfect for what we do here. The Agency hasn’t had someone with your propensity for research and field work in years.”

All his reasons paled in comparison to the hearts you had in your eyes for Leon. Chris ended the day by signing off on your transfer and watching you pack up your desk. You gave him a hug and tearful words of goodbye before walking out the translucent doors of the BSAA building.

The next time he saw you was another two months after that. He had to bring some files over to the DSO building. The only thing he was looking forward to about it was seeing how his rookie was adapting to her new position. He wasn’t prepared for the sharp pain in his chest when he saw your new position was on Leon’s lap.

Your eyes had gone wide. You shot up off the other man’s thighs to try and act as if you two were merely two agents and nothing more. Chris wasn’t fooled, but he kept his composure even in the face of Leon’s obvious amusement. He had no real place to get mad at you. It’s not like you were throwing your career away; you still held a respectable position at a federal government agency. You hadn’t betrayed him either. The relationship between you and him had actually just been professional. He had no claim on you that could keep Leon away. The only thing Chris had to be angry about was the fact that you were going to spend the prime of your life with some guy over a decade older than you. It just wasn’t gonna be him.

***

The collection of lights down the road were getting closer now. You and Leon had settled down enough to make the last fifteen minutes of this trip bearable. Chris glances around the small, misty town the road was leading into. It was pretty desolate and old-fashioned. Everything was tinted orange from the dated street lamps lining the road. Buildings were mostly bricks except for the upcoming motel which looked primarily wooden. It would’ve been eerie if he wasn’t so exhausted.

He pulled into the parking lot of the place and stopped the car. Turning around in his seat to talk to you and Leon, he tries not to roll his eyes at how the younger man has you tucked to his side while you show him something on your phone.

Chris clears his throat. Leon’s eyes meet his, still smug from the earlier exchange. He can’t be mad though because you look up at him in earnest, ready to do what needs to be done.

“The target isn’t going to be passing through until tomorrow. How would the two of you feel about staying here for the night?” he asks.

Fortunately, you and Leon seem to want to rest for a while just as much as he does so there’s no pushback.

Chris steps out of the car into the brisk air. He heads across the way into the small lobby of the motel to grab a room. You and your boyfriend handle getting the small bags you were allowed to take on missions out of the car.

“Cold out here, baby,” Leon mumbles as he pulls you flush against his chest and plants some kisses down your neck.

“Mhm. And you’re making me shiver more,” you say as you still try to collect the bags.

He chuckles at your little joke and nips at the warm flesh of your throat. “Once we get in the room, I think I’ll be able to heat you up,” he says.

You giggle and squirm a bit in his hold as Chris comes back to the car. He’s stone faced, but for once on this trip, it isn’t due to you and Leon.

“They only have one room available,” he says flatly and holds up the small golden key.

Your face drops and Leon lets go of you.

“What do you mean they only have one room?” he asks, “Look at this place. It doesn’t even look like anyone’s even accidentally wandered through here in this century. How could they only have one room?”

“They said the others are closed for renovation,” Chris relays.

“Renovation for what? For the ghosts of people who stayed here the last time this place was actually full?” Leon continues.

“I don’t know, man. You wanna go in there and argue with the lady at the desk? She’s half deaf and in a great mood, I’m sure she’ll be open to hearing your concerns,” the older man says sarcastically, beginning to grow frustrated.

Their bickering continues as you glance around at your surroundings. It was cold, it was dark, and it really was starting to creep you out how empty this place was.

You carefully take Leon’s hand and give it a little tug.

“I’m really tired. Can we just deal with it for the night?” you ask him hopefully.

He looks over at you, the petty complaints seeping from his body when he hears your soft voice requesting something so simple.

He sighs and nods. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he says and kisses your forehead.

Chris is grateful for your intervention and scoops up the bags so you aren’t bothered with them. The three of you walk in line to your room.

The door creaks as your ex-mentor pushes it open. It’s pitch black inside until Leon reaches over and taps the light switch. Your eyes scan the small room. It wasn’t a horrible set up. The furniture was a little vintage to put it nicely, but it didn’t feel haunted. Two double beds sat against one wall while a ratty leather chair occupied the opposite corner. Besides that there was a dresser, an old tv that was shaped like a cube, and a small counter with a microwave and mini-fridge. Leon looks around with the same disinterest displayed on your face.

“Hey, at least there isn’t only one bed,” he jokes and slaps Chris’s shoulder.

The older man rolls his eyes and tosses his duffel onto the mattress closest to the door. You and your boyfriend follow suit. You tuck your bag neatly against the side of the dresser while he drops it on the floor next to the farther bed.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Chris tells the both of you as he fishes some fresh clothes and toiletries out of his bag.

He gets two unconcerned nods in response, and that’s enough for him to head to the bathroom. As he’s shutting the door, he can already hear your giggling starting up again along with the creak of the mattress, presumably from Leon pulling you down onto it.

Turning on the water, he sighs deeply. The faucet was as old as everything else in the room. It whooshed and groaned before starting up and letting out some water. The stream was hot and even, so he guessed he couldn't complain too much. He sheds his clothes and steps in the shower that was too small for him. The confined area didn’t act as much as a reprieve for him. His head is about three or four inches too tall for where the showerhead was angled. The slick curtain clings to the part of his bicep that stuck out against it.

It felt like a physical manifestation of how the next twelve hours would feel.

Being in the room next to you and Leon would’ve been bad enough. He’d have to hear you two going at it for hours like there was no tomorrow, but at least he’d be alone. He wouldn’t have to repress his grimaces or hide his wistful exhales. No one would have to know how shameful he looked when he felt himself getting hard over the way you whined and mewled for the other agent.

Now you two wouldn’t be going at it, but he’d have to be in the room clouded by both of your desires to do it. He’d have to watch the lingering looks and hear the little hitches in your breaths. He’d see whatever cute little pajamas wore and the way you curled up to Leon beneath the covers. He’d witness how peaceful your face looked while you slept in another man’s arms.

He’d honestly just prefer to be forced to listen to the sounds of your headboard banging against the wall all night.

But he pushes those thoughts away to finish up washing himself. His large hands guide the shampoo out of his hair and glide the washcloth over his muscular form. The steam starting to rise helps to calm him a little.

He isn’t in there for much longer before he shuts the water off and steps out of the shower to dry off. He wraps a towel around his waist, letting the cloth hang on hips just below his happy trail and v-line. His reflection gazes back at him through the fog on the mirror as he rubs a towel over his head and dries his hair.

In an effort to be considerate, he dresses in the bathroom. Gray sweats cover his lower half while a loose t-shirt adorns his chest. He makes sure everything in the bathroom is back in place before heading back out there, hopefully to just get some sleep and not be bothered by his temporary roommates.

That isn’t meant to be though. As soon as he steps back into the main portion of the room, he’s greeted by the sight of Leon’s hand down your shorts and your lips locked together in a flurry of kisses. He’s frozen in place for a moment, watching how Leon’s knuckles move underneath the fabric between your legs. Though a moment later, he remembers how he should be reacting.

“Come the fuck on,” he says and brings his hand to his face in frustration.

Your eyes widen, and your head snaps up. Leon lazily glances in his direction. Chris looks back at the pair of you, thinking you’d had enough time to readjust. What really enrages him now is that Leon’s hand was still where it was. You have to grab his wrist and pull it away.

“I’m so sorry, Chris,” you apologize without another thought, “We got distracted and didn’t hear the water shut off. I’m so-”

He doesn’t even look at you though. He’s locked in a stare with the other man in the room.

“Grow the fuck up, Leon,” he says, his tone deadly serious, “I’ve had enough of this shit. You’re acting like a fucking high schooler. Like a dog with a bone.”

You go silent and look down with guilt. He would’ve felt bad if he wasn’t so fed up. To make matters worse, Leon merely rolls his eyes.

“Jesus, calm down,” he says, “You’re acting like you just walked in on a porno or something. You’ve never seen two people making out?”

“Leon, shut up,” you say, keeping your voice hushed as if Chris couldn’t hear you from a small distance of ten feet. Your boyfriend doesn’t even acknowledge you though.

“That’s not what it’s about, and you know that. I don’t give a shit if the two of you want to make out till your lips are blue. Do it on your own time. I don’t wanna have to deal with the two of you slobbering all over each other while I’m trying to do my job,” he says with a glare.

“That’s not what this is about either, and you know it,” the younger man retorts.

“Leon, just give it up!” you plead. He shoots you a look though that makes you react like a scolded puppy.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris asks incredulously as he crosses his arms.

Your boyfriend almost laughs in his face. He sits up, looking at him with a more pointed gaze. “You don’t care about what I’m doing. You’re pissed off because I’m doing it with her,” he taunts.

Somehow the look on Chris’s face darkens further.

“Alright, man. I’m sure that’s what it is. It’s not you just being an insecure dickhead like always,” he says, trying to sound dismissive as he walks to his own bed, “You're more immature than I thought.”

“Don’t try to act like it’s bullshit because I know it’s the truth. All the years I’ve known you, all the missions we’ve partnered on; this isn’t the first time you’ve seen me with a girl but you’ve never pitched a fit about it before,” Leon says.

Chris shakes his head, not dignifying the accusations with a response, but he won’t give it up.

“Also, you think I’m fucking stupid? You think I don’t see the way you’re looking at her? Undressing her with your eyes, laser focused every time she bends over? I think if she gave you the go ahead, you wouldn’t even hesitate to steal her away from me,” he says.

You notice as they argue that in contrast to the genuine aggravation on Chris’s face, Leon’s words come from somewhere else. Almost as if he’s enjoying calling him a liar, poking and prodding at the other man to provoke a reaction.

Chris looks directly at him now as if he’s ready to lunge in a moment’s notice.

“Shut your mouth. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“Tell me then. Tell me how it is.”

That makes the older man pause. Of course Leon was right, but under no circumstances would he make that apparent.

“She had a bright future ahead of her, and look what you’ve done. She’s the best either one of the agencies has had in years, and you keep her in the palm of your hand like she’s a barbie doll!” he exclaims.

He sees the flicker of hurt on your face and knows he fucked up, but he could apologize later. He continues speaking to try and temporarily rectify his slip up.

“She’s too good for you, Leon,” he says simply, sighing and sitting down on his bed.

You see genuine emotion flash in your boyfriend's eyes. Chris struck a chord, picking at a very real insecurity Leon held. But he wanted to win this confrontation too, so he wouldn’t let that be known. Instead, he beckons you to him with a languid wave of his hand.

“C’mere, baby.”

Chris rolls his eyes, thinking Leon was gonna swoop in to comfort you for the way your feelings had been hurt. You waddle across the mattress on your knees and plop down between his legs, your back against his chest. His hands sweep over your stomach, soothingly caressing your skin.

“She might be too good for me, but you’re pissed off because she’s too good for you too,” he says.

“Leon, stop,” you whisper. Tomorrow was going to be awkward enough as is. He didn’t need to make it any worse.

Chris glances up at the two of you but looks down again quickly, not wanting to see the way the other man’s hands moved on your body.

“You think I’m the bad guy. That I’m corrupting your innocent little rookie,” Leon mocks, “But tell me you wouldn’t take my place if you could.”

“I wouldn’t,” he mumbles instantaneously.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me. Tell me that if she was actually interested in you, that you wouldn’t have taken her in your arms as fast as you could. When she was prancing around the BSAA, looking up at you with stars in her eyes, tell me you didn’t want her,” your boyfriend challenges.

Chris looks up at the both of you. His expression is hard to read. It’s some mixture of hurt and relief that you’re unfamiliar with.

“I didn’t,” he maintains.

Leon’s hand continues trailing on your tummy up and down. His fingers coast in between your breasts, causing you to shiver, but everyone’s so wrapped up in the conflict that you choose not to say anything.

“That’s a shame because I’m pretty sure your little rookie had a crush on you,” he says quietly.

“Don’t joke around like that Leon,” Chris scoffs at the same time as your eyes widen and you start to tell your boyfriend to be quiet.

“Shh shh shh,” he hushes you and places a small kiss on your temple, “You’re giving yourself away, sweetheart.”

You look down and the man across from you just looks confused. Leon smirks at the both of you before resuming.

“C’mon man. Don’t tell me you couldn’t see it. She’s a terrible liar, and I think she had it pretty bad for you. I just came along and pulled her attention elsewhere,” he says, teasing you while redirecting his words to Chris.

Your face was heating up fast as Leon aired out a confession you’d made to him on a night after too many drinks. Chris slowly returned his gaze back to the two of you. Instead of bothering with Leon, he looked into your eyes this time.

“Is that true?” he asks.

Every limb on your body feels frozen up, but you manage to force your head into nodding. You hear Leon chuckle from behind you, which only intensifies how awkward you feel.

“I liked you at first when I first started working at the BSAA. For the first few months,” you begin to explain. It’s not like anything you said would help the situation at all, but it still felt like you were supposed to offer something.

He continues staring at you, and you honestly can’t tell what’s running through his mind. All you can think is that he looks like he’s in pain. Meanwhile, your boyfriend’s hands caress over your skin in a pattern they’d developed.

“You were just so nice and understanding with me-” you start. But you’re cut off by your sharp gasp when Leon’s hand slides under the waistband of your bottoms and into your panties.

“Leon!” you whimper as fast as his fingers find your clit. You grab his wrist and try to pull it away like you’d done earlier, but when he didn’t want to be interrupted, he wouldn’t be. It wasn’t like you tried too hard anyways. You were still a little pent up from earlier, craving the pleasure that had been cut short.

“No, go on, sweetheart. Keep telling Chris how much you liked him. I know he wants to hear it,” he says lowly while his fingers toy with you.

“Leon,” Chris says firmly, trying to stand up for you. But fuck, if he didn’t want to keep watching your breath hitch and your hips squirm. Or your face getting pouty whenever his fingers stroked a certain way.

“Chris,” he says back, “Don’t act like you don’t wanna see. This might be your only chance.”

He smirks and kisses your temple again, rotating the pad of his middle finger over your clit. The motions draw little whines from you, and your eyes flutter. You keep them on Chris, looking into his own as you sink back into Leon’s chest.

“Go ahead, honey. Continue your story,” Leon prompts.

“You were so sweet- mm- and you taught me a lot and- ah- I don’t know it was just a little crush,” you say timidly.

Chris watches you. He doesn’t move at all for fear of bringing attention to how fast his cock has hardened.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he breathes.

“Cause you were my boss,” you say, “I- Leon fuck- I didn’t wanna put you in a bad position.”

His chest feels like it’s turned to stone as he takes in these revelations. It’s hard not to let the regret take over. The realization that he’d been much closer to everything he’d wanted threatened to consume him if he dwelled on it. That on top of the fact that he was hearing all this while you whimpered another man’s name between your words had his mind scrambled.

“It wouldn’t have put me in a bad position, sweetheart,” he says, attempting to sound normal about the situation.

Your lips curve further down, as if you feel guilty for the mess of emotions building inside him. Behind you, Leon’s mouth makes the opposite expression.

“What happened to not wanting her, Redfield?” he teases.

“Shut up,” Chris says. Even if he wasn’t the one pleasuring you, this was a moment for you and him.

His eyes are locked on you, trying to drink in everything about the vision of beauty in front of him. Leon’s warning that this could be the only time he gets to see it echoes in his mind. He doesn’t know how he’ll survive if this is the only time. He doesn’t think he could ever get enough of this. The way your lashes flutter and your eyes look dreamy. How your soft thighs tremble while spread open. The little movements of your hips rocking your ass back and forth against the man behind you.

Why couldn’t that man be him?

It was the most blissful form of torture he’d experienced. He tried to tell himself that even if he just got to watch you cum, it’d be worth it. It’d be better to share this unforgettable sliver of time with you than to have nothing special at all.

He tries to refocus himself back on enjoying the view of your shorts sliding off your legs rather than mourn the relationship he’d lost out on. It was just nearly impossible to avoid envisioning himself and the other man swapped. He had imagined you in his lap like that for months before you even knew the name Leon Kennedy.

Chris’s mind is actually drawn back to the action in front of him once Leon’s got your shorts off, and your panties are fully exposed. The crotch is soaked through. He can see the way the fabric sticks to your center, only peeling away to make space for the nimble fingers working beneath it.

“Leon…” you mewl and tilt your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, princess,” he murmurs, “You’re doing such a good job showing off for Chris. I’m proud of you. You’re really making it worth his while.”

“Thank you,” you whimper.

Leon grins at your display of submission and rewards you with a gentle pinch to your clit. You yelp, and Chris’s cock jerks inside his pants. His bulge is completely visible to everyone in the room by now, no way of sitting could hide that. Despite his arousal, he still had questions.

“Am I the reason you left?” he decides to ask you.

He watches you snap out of the throes of lust and look at him. You hesitate before answering.

“No,” you say softly, “I left to be with Leon.”

It feels like a dagger straight to his heart. He watches any chance of salvaging you as his own die before his very eyes, those words acting as the nails in the coffin. It shows on his face too because he can see the guilt replacing the desire in your eyes. Even Leon’s face flashes with some sympathy. He tilts his head towards you again and nips at the shell of your ear.

“I think you might have hurt Chris’s feelings, baby,” he chides lovingly. His hand then leaves your panties and goes with his other one to your waist. Boosting you to your feet, he looks up at you and taps your ass. “Maybe you should help him feel better. Show him some of what I taught you.”

There’s only a brief pause on your part. You stand between the two beds, between the two men, looking back and forth. You weren’t against the idea at all, it just didn’t seem real. You never imagined this happening in your wildest dreams.

You drop to your knees and approach Chris from the ground, positioning yourself between his legs and looking up at him.

“You don’t have to,” he says, his tone quiet and genuine.

You reach up, sliding your hand up his thigh to palm at his bulge.

“I know,” you respond.

In the simplest of terms, you were still very much attracted to Chris. Your relationship with Leon had extinguished the torch you carried for him down to a small flame, but on a physical and instinctual level, you still wanted him bad. Especially having not cum yet after being teased twice. Your fingers unzip his pants and begin pulling them down, eager to get his cock out.

In a way, you were pretty sure you loved him. Not in the way you love Leon. You knew that. You didn’t dream of love and marriage and the baby carriage with Chris. But for so long, he’d been your safe space. Amongst the violence and horrors in the world of Bioterrorism, your mentor had always been there for you to hold your hand.

You yank his pants down to his ankles, and his dick flops out against his thigh. Your eyes widen slightly. It made sense for it to be big just like everything else on him was, but the sight had you drooling. It was thick and long, from one look you could only imagine how it would stretch you out.

Your fingers wrap around the length, feeling its warmth. The veins that sprawl across it pulse with desire for you. He moans quietly with only one stroke. Your hand pumps up and down tentatively as you spit down onto it for some lubrication.

No one in the room is in the mood to be teased tonight, so you lean in and flick your tongue against the tip. Another groan bubbles from Chris’s lips and you can feel Leon’s lecherous gaze on you the entire time. You lap at the head some more and keep working your fist up and down.

You’re either very talented or Chris is very needy for you, because it only takes a handful of gentle licks before precum beads at the top. His eyes are blown out and locked on you as you suckle the swollen tip between your lips and bob your head. Your mouth is the perfect combination of warm and wet and soft. You cup his balls and give them a gentle massage while working your magic.

He reaches down and pets your head as you work. His head snaps up when he hears the other man speak to him.

“How’s it feel? As good as you imagined?” he asks.

“Better,” Chris moans.

His breaths enter and exit his lungs in deep puffs. This truly was better than he could’ve imagined. Everything about you was beyond the capabilities of human imagination. Your gags were so soft and tender. They were precious despite their inherent lewd nature. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, maintaining eye contact most of the time. That was something he’d taught you. Your first days of work you were always looking down at your shoes or right through him at the wall. He’d been the one to tell you eye contact was important. It was the most baseline form of connection.

You take your mouth off Chris’s shaft with a small pop. A string of saliva dangles between you and his cock, but you quickly destroy it when your lips smoosh against the flushed skin. You kiss the tip over and over, savoring the taste of precum it brings.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not caring if he heard or not.

But he does, and his gaze softens. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, rookie,” he says back.

Leon decides not to interrupt the exchange or tease Chris about the old nickname for you. He had no genuine ill will toward the other man. That plus his own cock was rising to attention, and he was more interested in palming it through his jeans.

“You're such a good girl. You don’t need to apologize for anything,” Chris continues to coo at you as you take his length back into your mouth.

His eyes crinkle as they shut. He doesn’t want to cum yet just in case there was the chance for anything more. You’re too taken with servicing him to notice that you should maybe slow down. Lucky for the both of you, Leon intervenes.

“Ah ah, baby. Don’t take Chris out of the fun too quick,” he tuts, reaching forward to guide your head back.

You pull off obediently and lean back onto your knees. Chris sighs at the reprieve but nearly blows his load when his eyes refocus on you gazing up at him with spit and precum on your lips.

“I think Chris needs a break, angel. You know how good that mouth of yours is,” he says and pets your head before looking up to the older man, “You want a little taste of her while you cool off?”

It’s like time slows to a halt in the world of Chris Redfield. The heavens part and the words he just heard are the gateway to paradise. He stares at Leon, almost in the same disbelief you had been in minutes ago.

“You’re cool with that?” he says, trying to seem casual.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” he says and shrugs, “Plus, I think your rookie deserves a treat for her performance.”

“Of course she does. She’s probably feeling pretty needy by now too,” Chris says in return, beginning to feel more comfortable with the situation at hand.

“I’ll even let you pick, man. You want her spread out on the bed or riding your face?” he asks.

You look between the both of them as they speak before stopping on Chris as he makes the decision.

“Riding my face. Want her to smother me,” the older man says as he looks down at you with his familiar smile.

Leon glances down at you too. “You heard him, baby,” he says.

You return to your feet and approach the bed closer to the window. Chris discards his pants completely and removes his shirt before lying back. He pats his chest, signaling for you to climb up. As you move closer, so does your boyfriend. He rounds the bed and sits on the other side of the mattress to watch the pair of you.

You crawl over Chris’s muscular body, looking down at him for a moment when your faces are level. You then scoot up more so you’re basically sitting on his chest. You weren’t shy about sitting on someone’s face necessarily. You’d done it for Leon about a dozen times before, but Chris was new and you didn’t know how he liked to do it. From the way he guided your hips higher up though, you could already tell he was a little more gentle than your boyfriend.

He pulls you up until your pussy is hovering over his face. Then he takes a few moments to just admire it. It was cute just like every other part of you. One of his fingers drags over your flesh and pulls on the puffy folds, showing off your pretty little clit and slick entrance.

“Don’t hold back for me, rookie. I want to taste all of you,” he says as he looks up at you.

You return his look and nod before he pulls you lower by your hips onto his face. A squeak flies from your lips when his tongue makes contact with your cunt. Leon chuckles as he watches the two of you with lustful eyes. He’s working on undressing himself now.

Chris’s tongue takes a long swipe from the bottom to the top of your pussy, taking in as much of you as he can. Right now you’re all he can smell. Every breath brings him more of you. Your taste overwhelms him too. It’s the way he wants to live. You whine as his lips engulf your clit to suck on.

“Already making such pretty noises,” Leon teases, “Is Chris doing it how you like, sweet girl?”

You nod, your eyes connecting with those of your boyfriend’s for a moment. He kneels on the bed to be closer to you. His hand comes up to stroke your cheek.

“Good. You deserve it, baby. Just look at you. So precious. No wonder he’s crazy about you too,” Leon murmurs as he leans in and kisses you deeply.

His lips move with yours as you moan into his mouth. You begin rocking your hips back and forth on Chris’s face to get more of the stimulation he’s providing you with. His tongue flattens over your cunt and presses against it in stripes, making broad strokes that spark euphoria in your belly each time. His hands lock onto your hips to keep you still enough that you’re not interrupting his devouring of you.

The constant pleasure to your core makes you lightheaded. You would be swaying if not for the two men’s combined efforts to keep you up right. Your kisses become sloppier, and to alleviate it, Leon ducks down to kiss your neck instead. He peppers your skin with hickeys, his possessive nature shining through a bit.

“My pretty girl, doing so good for us right now. Taking it like a pro,” he whispers teasingly as his hands cup your breasts and give them a tender squeeze.

His lips travel down to where his hands are. He plants a few kisses on the swell of your chest. The sight of your nipples perking up for him would never get old.

“Sweet baby, everything about you is perfect. Don’t know how Chris resisted and never got a taste,” he says as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your head falls back and you shudder. Two mouths on you, both licking and sucking in harmony. It made you moan loud enough that you would’ve certainly got a noise complaint if any of the other rooms were occupied.

“Is that for me or Chris, babydoll?” Leon asks and smirks up at you.

“Both,” you whimper, “Both of you are making me feel so good.”

“Not picking favorites, hm?” he goads you further.

“Can’t think enough to pick one right now,” you say simply before another whine leaves you. You didn’t want any more drama. At least not before you came.

“Oh, is your head getting all foggy, baby?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you whimper and nod.

On your lower half, Chris keeps his mouth firmly attached to your pussy. He’s pretty sure you already have him addicted, and you haven’t even cum yet. He’s licking with all the dedication in the world as if this task was his life’s purpose, the action he was put on this very earth to complete.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he grunts into you as he continues open mouth kissing your cunt, “Prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Leon smiles at the compliment, almost as if it was partially intended for him by virtue of being your boyfriend.

“She’s loving you, Chris. You’ve got her brain melting out her ears,” Leon purrs while rubbing your back soothingly, steadying you from the tremors that rack your body, “Pretty baby’s probably gonna cum all over your face soon.

When he hears that, the man below you pulls your hips down even harder and locks you onto his mouth. He works even harder to please you, relishing in the way your noises grow louder and more strained.

You give Leon puppy eyes as your hand darts out for his. Your fingers squeeze his palm so tight, he’s sure there will be little red crescents on the skin when you let go.

“What is it, sweetheart? You need to hold my hand?” he croons. He gently squeezes your hand back and moves his face to your neck to press a few more kisses there. “I’ve got you, baby. You cum whenever you want, I’m not gonna let go. Show Chris how pretty you are when you cum.”

Your teeth dig into your lip and your hips quiver violently.

“Fuck Leon- I just- I- Chris,” you stutter out. Your brain rushes to latch onto something, but it can’t seem to get a lock on anything.

“Don’t gotta say anything, angel. Just cum all over my face,” Chris commands from between your thighs.

“You heard him, baby. No thinking. Just let yourself feel good. That’s what we both wanna see,” he whispers and brings your hand to his lips.

Your lips part to say something, but you decide to just listen. You grind your hips down against Chris’s mouth, gasping as the euphoria paramounts within you. Your hips roll even faster as you feel release within your grasp. You’re closing in on it when you shriek and nearly double over with the shattering feeling of your peak.

“There we go, that’s it,” Leon chuckles softly, “Show him what I get to see every night. My favorite sight in the whole world.”

Your body moves as if it’s possessed when you cum. Your back arches into a curve with supernatural speed. Your eyes are screwed shut while your mouth is wide open. The younger man next to you grins while the older man below you continues to make out with your pussy, lapping up every drop of you that he could.

When you start to come down, he lets up, knowing Leon had more in store from you. He lets your hips go, and you basically topple over onto the mattress. You inhale and exhale deeply as the cool motel sheets rest against your cheek.

Chris’s eyes are hooded from lust, the effects of the most erotic experience in his life lingering. His cock is fully hard, standing up and aching for more of your touch. Yet in a way he’s satisfied, having just made you cum, tasted the sweetest part of you, and heard your most vulnerable sounds.

Leon’s undressed on the bed, the only one of the three of you whose mind didn’t feel hazy with clouds of desire. He tugs on his stiff cock a few times as he decides what to do. His eyes flit between your crumpled up form and the other man lying on his back.

“Chris, you wanna hold her for a little bit? Have her sit in your lap?” he asks.

The older man almost felt pathetic at how eager he was to play along and say yes. Almost. Because he still does that. He nods and sits up, leaning back against the headboard.

The next move is getting you up. Your boyfriend guides you to where Chris is, and he then helps you into his lap. Your mind was coming back to normal, and you were looking up at Leon with adoration while you melted against Chris’s broad chest. You nuzzle it gently, feeling its warmth and plush quality. His thick arms encase you, making sure you feel secure.

Leon pulls you on your hips to get you a bit lower where he has easier access.

“I’m not gonna let you fuck her this time. I wanna show you how it’s done first,” Leon teases as he slots himself between your legs.

In any other instance, this would’ve pissed Chris off. Everything about it would’ve left him disappointed and annoyed. But now any negative emotion is overshadowed by two words.

This time.

Because this time implies there will be a next time. And maybe even a time after next time. Another time for him to feel his cock inside you. Another time for him to make you cum on his fingers or watch you ride him. Some of his hopes spring back to life.

Internally, his heart is soaring. He kisses your hairline carefully as Leon slides his tip between your folds that are sticky with arousal. He teases himself with the feeling only a few times before nudging the tip inside.

Your head falls back against Chris’s chest and you moan. He kisses your temple and caresses your sides as if you need to be soothed. As if this isn’t the dick you’ve been taking nightly for the last few months.

Chris’s own length is rock solid against your back. Every small change in your facial expression or rise in pitch of your voice sends blood rushing to it, the threat of cumming untouched ever present.

Leon steadily pushes in until he’s buried all the way inside and you’re nice and filled to the hilt.

“So fucking tight. You gotta feel it, Chris. You thought she tasted good? Just wait till you feel her,” he grunts.

“I bet. I could tell from how cute her pussy was. She was clenching around nothing the whole time. I’m sure she loves to squeeze down anytime she’s got a cock in her,” Chris whispers

More hope was rising in him that this wouldn’t be a one night only thing, and it took all his strength not to smile like an idiot. His knuckles move down your cheek lovingly as he speaks to you and holds you while Leon thrusts. Your body rocks gently with the momentum, pushing you against Chris’s cock each time.

“She does love to get all tight. Just wants to suck me in so I can never leave,” Leon says and holds your thighs to start thrusting harder.

“Such a needy girl. I should’ve known, rookie,” Chris murmurs to you.

“It just feels so good,” you whine, “It’s not my fault.”

“Oh I know it’s not, precious,” Leon mocks, “Your head is always full of nothing but air when I’m around. It probably just gets worse with Chris here.”

You whine in protest and squirm a little, unknowingly grinding your ass on Chris’s cock and coaxing a moan from him. Leon’s dick hits deeper too, bringing you heightened pleasure.

“You’re not an airhead, baby. You’re a sweet girl. My rookie. You just wanna feel good, hm?” Chris says teasingly.

You nod along, and from the look on his face, Leon is amused, pleased with the dynamic Chris opened up.

“No one said she isn’t sweet. Just that she goes a little dumb as soon as she’s got my dick in her,” he teases.

He sighs and his eyes roll back for a moment as you clamp around you. He keeps rocking in and out, enjoying the wet sounds coming from each one of his movements. He also can’t get enough of your mewls or the way you're clutching one of Chris’s forearms right now.

“Maybe he’s right about that. You just work so hard all the time. You need something that can calm you down,” Chris says and squeezes his arms around you, “You’re still so precious.”

You look up at Chris with lovey dovey eyes, remembering why you’d been so enamored with him in the first place. He talked to you like you were the sweetest thing to walk this earth and made you believe it. He made you feel cared for in a way that was indescribable. Pure feeling.

“Yeah you are,” Leon grunts, “And you can go as dumb as you want right now, baby. We’re both here taking care of you. I’m sure Chris loves holding you while all you can do is whine for more.”

“That’s right. I love seeing you like this, knowing you’re taken care of,” he whispers, “And you know I’ve always got you. I’ll never let my rookie go.”

All the words are overwhelming. You pant and writhe more in Chris’s grasp.

“You getting close again, babydoll?” Leon asks, knowing your tells.

You whimper and nod quickly.

“Good. I am too,” he grunts.

He starts working himself into you harder. The momentum from each snap of his hips keeps you rubbing against Chris’s shaft and working him closer to the edge as well. All three of you are panting, muscles tensing up in some way as the end approaches. 

You stare into Leon’s eyes for a moment before rotating your head and looking up at Chris. Both sets of eyes are fixated on you. The overflow of attention is the final strike your body needs to start convulsing with release. The older man’s arms tighten around you, keeping you close as your skin heats up and your noises grow whinier. Your boyfriend keeps a steel grip on your hips, his fingers stroking back and forth.

“That’s my girl,” Leon grunts, “Let it out, baby.”

He moans and lets his head fall back as he feels himself hurtling towards the finish line.

“My rookie. Just perfect, honey,” Chris whispers, “I’m so proud of you.”

The words nearly triple your pleasure and you continue to ride out the high as Leon finally cums and shoots it inside you. He nearly growls as he pounds into you, completely emptying himself. All the rutting is enough for Chris to cum too. He spurts his hot seed against the small of your back, holding onto you with all he has as his hips jerk upwards and he imagines it’s him buried inside you.

Leon’s the first to get his bearings back. He pulls out slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling of emptiness. He then rolls to the side of you and Chris, watching the final moments with the other man. You lie on his chest with your eyes drooping, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. His hand lazily runs down your side. He savors your warmth on his chest. Almost subconsciously, it feels like you really are his in this moment.

That is until you regain your composure and sit up. You hop up for a moment to clean off the mess on your back. He knew you’d have to, but the sight still makes Chris’s heart ache. 

As you return to the bed, you give your boyfriend a dizzy smile and crawl over to curl up at his side. He rubs your back and pecks your forehead. For the two of you, it’s like a regular night. Chris isn’t sure where he fits in this anymore. Should he just move to the bed you two had claimed earlier? Should he make the two of you get up?

He’s running through solutions in his mind when your hand comes out and grabs his wrist. You’re looking up at him with some sort of longing in your eyes.

“Stay with us,” you say.

It was softer than he ever heard from you, different from when you introduced yourself on your first day of work or made a mistake on a mission. It was a new kind of shyness that just made him want more from you. He stares at you and contemplates the idea. Leon raises his eyebrows and gives him a look, giving him the silent ok he needed to slowly lower himself to the mattress. 

He shuts off the light first, leaving the motel room in darkness except for the glow of the yellow street lamps shining through the window. His head hits the pillow, and he drapes an arm over you. You’re still leaning into Leon for the most part which he makes no move to interfere with.

The three of you don’t say anything for the rest of the night. Silence permeates the atmosphere of your shared space. The events of the last hour run through each of your minds in different ways. The mission had taken a back seat for now. It could return to prominence tomorrow once the mental dust had settled.

Leon’s eyes flutter shut first, and his deep, even breaths of sleep follow. You’re barely awake with your cheek squished against his pectoral muscle. Chris watches you, the outline of your face illuminated from the faint light outside. He wonders if this really will be the only time with you. If his taste of heaven will remain that, a sample of what he could have had. He chooses to not believe that and drive himself crazy.

He shuts his eyes too and brings his face to nestle against the crook of your neck. His breath hits your neck when he sighs. In the abyss that is the motel room, he feels your hands come up to rest on his arm.

[flowershines]

Break up sex

Hyung Line x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Breaking up, Breakup sex, toxic friends, drinking, miss communication, jealousy,

Heeseung:

For the past week things between the two of you became more complicated as both of you had work that took up all of your time along with loss of communication.

The topic came up before but not as a full break up, you both were saying how you needed to take a break. Which it was good when you got back together but your relationship had been spiraling and not getting any better.

Not wanting to break his heart you told him you didn’t think your relationship was going to work out as you told him that you always will love him and never wanted this to happen but it was for the best.

• “Please don’t do this to me Y/n.”

• “Need you, please.”

• “Can I have you for one last time?”

• “I’m hoping this isn’t the last time we do this.”

• “Fuck Y/n.” as tears rolled down his face

• “Can’t live without you.”

Jay:

“Why are you always hanging out with him?!” he questioned as both walked into the house, rolling your eyes, you looked at him “because he’s my friend and you act like I don’t hangout with you, I do. You just love to nitpick everything I do with him!” he glared at you as your tone had risen to what it was before.

This wasn’t the first time Jay had gotten jealous of your guy friend, you asked why he bothered Jay so much which he never responded with.

As the relationship continued you started to notice how he would never let you hang out with other guys except him and occasionally his friends, even then it was hard to hangout with them without getting glanced at every minute to make sure you weren’t looking at them.

“Why can’t I be friends with guys?” “Why do you want to be friends with guys?” “What do you mean? Men are like half of the population, you just expect me to not talk to them for the rest of my life?!” He stayed silent, “If that’s how it is then I don’t think our relationship is going to work out, it’s not that i don’t wanna be in a relationship with you. I do but I can't have you constantly controlling me.” his silence continued with tears rolling down his cheeks.

• “I will always love you Y/n never forget that.”

• “You can always come back to me, I’ll be here.”

• “I wish I could stay inside you forever.”

• “Kiss me one more time before you go.”

Jake:

Talking about your problems in your relationship with him easily turns into a screaming match, most of them had to deal with lying, work, jealousy, drunkenness and a lot of other stupid things that happened revolving around you both.

The most recent one broke your heart to even think about, that night Jake had come home drunk as he kept repeating your insecurities saying how stupid they were and then agreeing with all of them.

Not wanting to hear him anymore you went into your room and started balling your eyes out as you just couldn’t put up with arguments like these when he wasn’t even in the right state of mind ruining your time with the one person who you truly loved.

Leaving the house you had put him to bed and left a note saying ‘call me when you wake up, we need to talk.’

The next morning he did exactly what you asked, “Is everything alright baby?” “I’m coming over.” you hung up the phone and made your way over.

You explained to him how you couldn’t watch your relationship just ease away from every single fight you guys got into, not to mention him not being sober to even understand half of them.

• “I’ll do whatever you need me to do, even if I have to leave you. I just want you to be happy.”

• “I don’t want you to go.”

• “I can change, I swear, please let me fix this.”

• “If you ever need my cock in you don’t hesitate, please.”

• “You won’t even have to look at me when we fuck, I just wanna be there for you. Not some other man.”

• “You feel so fucking good, can kiss you forever.”

Sunghoon:

Going over with your boyfriend to his friend's house was never your idea of fun, they would always find ways to pick on you and tell you that Sunghoon was way out of your league along with saying that you don’t deserve him.

Bringing it up to Sunghoon was the worst part bro wanting to hurt his feelings or break their friendship but you were just confused and upset at the way they had treated you.

When you brought it up he told you that it was their way of joking, believing him you returned to their house days later and they kept saying hurtful things to you along with hitting you and more.

You were too nervous to bring it up to Sunghoon but when you finally did he was confused at your sudden change in emotion towards his friend, he didn’t understand where you were coming from.

Proceeding to tell him that you didn’t want him to pick sides and give him some space but that ‘space’ turned into weeks, one more week later he texted you that he was ready but as he told you that he wanted to stay friends with his friend.

You told him that was okay and will always be here if he changes his mind but you would not be putting up with that abuse anymore, leading to you breaking up with him.

• “Please come back if you need to.”

• “Can I fuck you one last time before you leave?”

He would fuck you as tears streamed down his face

• “I don’t know what I'm going to do without you.”

• “Can I kiss you?”

• “I love you, always and forever.”

[k1mbe3rly]

Hii, I was wondering if you could do a yandere se-mi headcannons/story?💕🫶

real.

Yandere Se-mi headcannons

warnings: kills, NSFW, ⚠️WLW STRAP⚠️

Yandere! Se-mi who will obsess over you and constantly stalking you and watching your every move, and will go to great lengths to keep you to herself.

Yandere! Se-mi who slowly becomes extremely possessive and jealous, lashing out at anyone who she perceives as a threat to yalls relationship

Yandere! Se-mi who will try to control every aspect of the your life, from who you talk to, to what you do and where you go.

Yandere! Se-mi who does emotional manipulation to control you and what you’re interested in, using techniques like guilt-tripping and gaslighting to make things go her way.

Yandere! Se-mi who becomes violent if she feels like you’re trying to break away from her or if she feels like she is losing control of the relationship.

“Why haven’t you came over in 2 days? what the hell is going on huh?! fucking cheating on me you slut?!”

Than proceeds to fuck you harshly while her hands are wrapped around your throat, tightening and softening her hands around it.

Yandere! Se-mi who buys many airtags and places it in your purse, and car., she also buys small cameras and places them around your house when your fucked out on the bed and can’t even move after she fucked you

Yandere! Se-mi who follows you thru malls, grocery stores and even when your with your friends, she also makes sure when you tell her your with your family that your actually with your family

Yandere! Se-mi who forces you to give you all her passwords to anywhere you can communicate with other people snapchat, instagram, facebook, messenger, and twitter

“Who the fuck is ‘Jun hee’ talking about her baby daddy isn’t myung gi?”

Yandere! Se-mi who records you getting fucked by her strap and moaning and crying for her as she pinches and pulls your nipples a bit than proceeds to send it to anyone who flirts with you

Yandere! Se-mi who drags you to a public bathroom only for you to get yelled out and fingered roughly

“Why is your ‘Childhood friend’ looking at you like that hm? the second we get home i want you to block them okay baby? Your mine. Cum on my fingers baby, Do what i say..”

Yandere! Se-mi who notices one boy who keeps texting you and even visited your job after she got a notification from your account with him texting you

“I’m glad I got to see you, wanna do that again some time?”

Yandere! Se-mi who know believes you cheated on her, so not only she goes and finds the guy and kills him brutually but goes to you with bloody hands and fingers you with his blood on her hands

Yandere! Se-mi who is fucking with you with the strap roughly as tears filled your eyes moaning loudly, she’s gripping on your hips hard enough to leave a bruise as she said soemthing that immediately turned you off

“Fuck! you know you kinda sound like that one boy i murdered for you” she said smirking as she wanted to see your reaction

Yandere! Se-mi who notices you stopped moaning and stared at her in fear as she kept thrusting into you, eventually she stopped

“What did you say..?” you spoke to her, “Nothing baby you just look so sexy right now..” she whispered to you, “No i heard what you said..what do you mean? did you actually kill someone Se-mi?!” you yelled out, “He was stealing what’s mine.”

Yandere! Se-mi who watches you cry in fear as she threatens that if you ever leave she’ll kill you too but deep down she won’t cause she just loves you so much

Yandere! Se-mi who has to strangle you down after you tried running for the front door

“Are you serious? your being so ungrateful! fucking went out of my way and murdered that stupid slut for you! and this is how you reward me?”

Yandere! Se-mi who ties you up teases you until you can’t take it

“Tell me you’ll stay with me. Tell me you won’t leave me and i’ll let you cum and even untie you”

“I’ll stay you! i promise! Just please i can’t take it anymore! I’ll be with you forever!” you cried out sobbing as she smirks, that night you had the biggest orgasm and find yourself crying silently on the bed as she cuddles you

[aouiaa]

[✶] — YOUTUBER!ELLIE HEADCANNONS

DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS — EIGHTEEN PLUS, Mentions of pooping + Cursing (Girl cursing like she just learned) + Mention of hand pics (I think that’s it).

AUTHORS NOTE, took fucking forever to make that image, but i love it. — inspo layout: @andersonfilms :3

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who is blatantly honest on youtube. It’s scary.

She’s playing a random indie video game she found on steam, and giving her commentary as usual. Until there’s a sudden cut and she’s now in different clothes than the previous and she goes on to explain why.

“Hey, guys. Sorry, I had to take a massive shit, but guess who survived? This guy!” she says with a comical smile while pointing at herself before unpausing the game and playing as if nothing happened.

But for some reason, Youtuber!Ellie can’t let go that she pooped.

“But yeah, guys, like, shit, that fucker was begging to come out, so I’m sorry if I was acting different. I was clenching my asshole.”

How charming….ANYWAYS.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie’s videos who have these stupid sound effects or pop-up memes for certain scenes.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie having a resting bitch face when she’s focused.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who cusses too much even in her intro, she’s literally cussing.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who got a warning from YouTube themselves for it.

Imaging Youtuber!Ellie who literally said “Fuck that, I’m not following Youtube’s rules.” and continued cussing until she realized that she was getting less ads on her videos to which she decided to do a test. To see if her subscribers would notice if she did a full video, not cursing.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who’s laughing while reading the comments on the video.

DarthVaderfan101: “Yo, y’all noticed how Ellie didn’t cuss once?”

Quacketyquack12: “Great vid btw no cussing?! THAT’S A FIRST!”

Elliesprettygirl: Sooo when’s our wedding?

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who does eventually swallows her pride and abides by Youtube’s rules.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie whose user is some cringe 2011 based name; Ellieswolfgang.

God, I can just fucking imagine Youtuber!Ellie intro and how it would correlate with the user.

“Yo! What’s up my little wolves! *Queue the wolf howling* We are back with another video and today we’re playing another puppet combo game!”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who thinks it’s too hilarious, and doesn’t change the username. And it’s always funny to see people every now and then comment about it.

Iloveellieswolfgang: “Woah, are we apart of your pack or something?”

Ellieswolfgang: Yeah, if you’re subscribed then you’re a part of the gang.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who has the most funniest responses when replying to fans.

Wolfgangnation: “Yo, Ellieswolfgang! 👋”

Ellieswolfgang: “Yo, Wolfgangnation!”

Dyk3ang3l: AHHHH I LITERALLY JUMPED WHEN I SAW YOUR NOTIFICATION POP UP ON MY PHONE JEHDBSHAS

Ellieswolfgang: Ma’am, this is a library.

les4elliewilliams: So why is your name, Ellieswolfgang?

Ellieswolfgang: I don’t know, les4elliewilliams. Why is yours, les4elliewilliams?

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who wakes up at the asscrack of dawn—her words—to make Youtube videos, and edits them before eight am.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who is known for her out of pocket humor.

“That isn’t a guy! That’s an ass with eyes!”

“GodDAMN, that bitch can lick three assholes from that tongue.”

Imaging Youtuber!Ellie who asks her followers on twitter to send her funny videos or scary videos to react to.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who flinched so hard while watching a scary video a subscriber sent, she fell off her chair.

Gamerpro121: “Surprised she didn’t fall off her chair this time LMAOO

Ellieswolfgang: Literally the lowest point in my life… 💔

Gamerpro121: Oh shit, sorry man.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who has to explain her jokes from time to time because some boomer doesn’t get it.

Ellieswolfgang: No, not actually. 😭 nvm..

Gamerpro121: Oh…OHHHH

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who was shocked when her merch quickly sold out after minutes of it just being released.

“Holy fuck, thank you guys for selling out my merch?! Didn’t expect that shit to happen! Man, y’all attacked it like flies attacking shit!”

Charming as always…

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who sometimes blogs, showing her day to day life, going to the gym, running errands, rating foods from restaurants, etc.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who reacts to edits her fans make of her and is also shocked how many people love her hands.

“Woah, fuck youtube, Ima start selling hand pics. Missing the real bag here.”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who collabs with her best friend Jesse, playing GTA, Minecraft, cod, and whatever games that her subscribers suggest since they love their dynamic.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie’s fans who love her dynamic with Jesse because they’re always talking shit to each other.

“You dumbass! That guy was right in front of you!” Ellie yells at Jesse who just got them killed during a 1v1 on Fortnite.

“How is this my fault? It’s not my fault, you suck!”

“Says you! A blind three year old can play better than you.”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who makes a video reading hate comments.

Allthegirlslove: “Ellie looks like she smells like shit!”

“Well…Allthegirlslove, new flash, All the girls don’t love you because they’re too busy watching my videos.” She says with a smirk, “And new flash,” she stops and sniffles herself, “I just shower before making this video, thank you very much.”

The video cuts and starts again of her showing the cologne she uses, “This is what I use, buy one and spray it in ya ass!”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who actually dresses to impress when she’s about to record a new video.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who has her serious moments on the channel and that’s when the true love and support come into light. And she is truly grateful for the fans who can put the joking aside and just be there for her.

Youtuber!Ellie who genuinely loves how far her channel has come since she first started, and genuinely appreciates everyone who helped her meet her milestones.

FIRST PART - NEXT PART

TAGLIST ; @dyk3ang3l, @elliesprettygirl, @les4elliewilliams, @ellies2fingers, @r3starttt, @slut4mascss, @marsworlddd, @bready101

ELLIES TAGLIST ; @herelieskrisy, @mikellie, @slaysksmska, @mina-281, @teawithnosugar, @kitkatkittycat111

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Feelings and Faults (Wolverine)

Description: Logan loves Y/N but she’s too caught up on the past.

Word Count: 1,020

Requests: Hi I was just wondering if you could write wolverine x reader smut where he is in love/obsessed with her and she has feelings for him but doesn’t acknowledge it because she doesn’t think she deserves to be loved which could be down to past trauma (it’s up to you) but then they confess their feelings inspired by the scene in the Honda Odyssey just without deadpool please it’s okay if not

Author’s note: I didn’t see the smut part until I went to post so that’s not part of the story. But I hope you like it!

She sat in the Honda Odyssey with a drink in her hand. She never really was one for drinking but times like these it was needed. Everyone was either inside planning the attack on Nova or by the fire drinking. She was in the car, alone in thought. Not realizing that she had someone that could never look away from her.

Someone that loved her and wanted to be with her even though she had fault in that. After losing Erik she never felt like she could be loved again or deserved it. But Logan adored her and wanted her forever. In his universe Y/N and Magneto were the happy couple that he let get killed. He always adored her but could never have her.

Now, she didn’t have Magneto in her life anymore and he wanted to be the one to fill the void. He could tell that she beat herself up over it and the blame was on her. Whatever happened between them, he would never believe that she was fully the one to blame. She deserved love and happiness, even if she couldn’t see it.

After his talk with Laura he walked over to the car that he knew she was in and got in the driver side. She looked over at him and saw a bottle of whiskey in his hand and smirked. He was definitely one for drinking. But she couldn’t blame him. “How did I know that you were in here?” He asked and she shrugged. “Despite what Wade says, I think the Honda Odyssey fucks hard.” She said and that made him chuckle.

Wade hated this car but Y/N liked it. “I also didn’t take you for drinking.” She smiled at him and held up the drink, “Cheers to that. I never was a drinker but after things go south it’s nice to have one.” He watched as she chugged the rest of her drink and held out her cup to fill it up. He gladly poured her another glass. “So about the fight earlier-” “Don’t mention it. He’s fine.” “I’m talking about you. Us.” She looked over at him, “What’s there to talk about? You’re right. I beat myself up over a guy that probably never gave a shit about me.” He felt guilt for saying that to her. “In my universe, you guys were married. Had kids even. You two were in love.” She rolled her eyes, “And let me guess we died?” He nodded and cleared his throat, “Yeah. It was awful. I constantly think back to that night and it haunts me.” “It was probably meant to be.” He looked at her, “What do you mean?” “I’m not meant to be happy in any universe.” He wanted to roll his eyes at her and her stupidity but he kept going, “No. That’s me. You sit here and act like nobody loves you and you’re alone but that is fair from the truth.” She looked at him as he finished off the bottle.

“Y/N, In my universe I was in love with you. I wanted you so bad but Erik beat me to it.” Her eyes widened in shock. His words repeating in her head. “The first second I met you I felt it all come back. Only this time Erik isn’t in the way. It’s you.” She chugged her drink before she could get out the words, “What?” It wasn’t a question of her asking him to repeat what he said or that she couldn’t hear him. She simply could not believe the words that left his mouth.

“Don’t act like nobody loves you and doesn’t care about you. I do! And I always will.” She stared at him with wide eyes. Sure, she had some feelings for him but she beat herself up after what happened with Erik. “You’re drunk.” She stated and he laughed. “Unbelievable. I pour my heart out to you and you tell me I’m drunk?” She didn’t know what to say to him at this time. “Y/N, Erik was a fucking idiot for not loving you and trying with you. You’re amazing and beautiful and only a dumb fuck like him wouldn’t see that.” Her eyes filled with tears, “You can’t mean that.” She whispers and he sighs, “Well I do. And if Wade wasn’t there earlier than maybe this would have come out sooner.” She turned away from him and sighed.

This couldn’t be real. There was no way he was telling the truth. Was he? She looked up at the top of the car, “The Magneto that Cassandra killed, that was mine.” He turned to look at her, “The TVA had got him before I could save him. I feel like the biggest fuck up about it. It wasn’t that he didn’t love me or wanted to be with me. It was never known but we had something special.

That’s why I was so nervous about coming here. I was so scared that he wouldn’t want anything to do with me and hated me but he’s dead. That’s worse than him hating me.” She was pouring her heart out to him. “I want to believe you, Logan. But I don’t know. After seeing you and you helping us I realized that maybe Erik wasn’t the one for me and that I could have another chance at happiness.”

“You can. I’m right here.” She turned to look at him to find that he was already looking at her. Maybe it was the heat of the moment but she really wanted to kiss him. As if he was Charles Xavier and could read her mind, he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back and maybe it was the drink or the kiss but she felt herself calm down and realize that this was meant to be. “Erik wasn’t your fault sweetheart. You are not at fault for that. You deserve love and all the happy things in love.” She felt herself smile at his words. “Thank you, Logan.” she whispered and he smiled. “No problem, sweetheart.” He said before they locked lips again.

[sooniebby]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝟮: 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅/𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆/𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

Based on a request I got! Bottom male reader. Reader wants to prove he is straight but his best friend just doesn’t believe it.. unfortunately reader’s girlfriend calls during it. Reader is mentioned to have a cock

“I don’t have to try dick to know I don’t want it!”

Your friend—since elementary school—simply smirked. Jin didn’t believe you, obviously. He sat up from his spot on the couch and stared right at you.

“Really? But… aren’t you the one staring at Mister Yoshida whenever he walks past you?”

You blush in embarrassment. “An..anyone would stare! He has a big butt for a man..” you whisper.

Jin shook his head and looked away. You bit your lip, wondering why he didn’t seem to believe you. A straight man could appreciate another man. It’s normal!

Actually, it’s healthy to do so! Girls can call other girls pretty and not be gay… why couldn’t you do the same?

Suddenly, Jin turned back to face you. His eyes trained right on you. You couldn’t help but shuffle a bit in embarrassment, looking down at your hand. His gaze was intense—as if he was picking you apart just from a stare.

“If you’re truly straight, then taking dick.. shouldn’t affect you, right?”

You blink, confused on what he meant. “H…huh?”

“I mean, you shouldn’t get hard if you had sex with a guy then, right? And even if you do get hard, you wouldn’t enjoy it. Because it’d be a man fucking you.”

“Oh… uh… maybe…?” You muttered, looking up at him. “B…but why are you talking about that..? Do… you want…?”

“Yeah. I’m horny.”

You could only blink in shock at Jin’s bluntness. In your head, you just kept thinking that his reasoning was so stupid. Why did he have to fuck you so you could prove you’re straight?!

Jin grabbed your leg and pulled closer to him, earning a squeak of shock from you. “It’s nothing serious. Friends fuck all the time.”

You gulped, thinking that he was right.. but this was gay.. and you were straight! You liked girls. Jin raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to answer him.

It felt like you were forgetting something important…

“Oh… uh.. sure, I’ll fuck you.”

Jin simply grinned. “It’s cute that you think you’ll be doing the fucking.”

And that’s how you found yourself face down on the couch, ass up and pants down as Jin had his cock inside of you. You couldn’t help think that technically you just lost your anal virginity.

“Ngh… I didn’t think you’d be the one to take it…” you whimpered, biting down and hugging your emotional pillow tightly.

Jin hummed. “I guess I’ll be forever etched into your body.”

You blushed. “Ew.. don’t say it like that.”

He didn’t respond, seeming to be focused on getting you used to having his cock in your ass. It didn’t really feel good. The pressure inside felt so odd and you just didn’t know how to calm down.

Especially because this was Jin… your best friend.

You knew he was gay but to think he’d ever fuck you?!

The softest touches on your exposed skin caused you to flinch, feeling Jin slowly trace random words on your leg. You oddly felt a bit calm at that, subconsciously focusing on trying to feel what he was spelling out.

You couldn’t really tell. Just the word ‘you’.

Hm, what was he saying? You wondered if you should just ask but then Jin suddenly squeezed your ass. He leaned down his hand and harshly shoved it into your mouth.

You bit down subconsciously, coughing a bit at the intrusion.

“Bite down twice if you want me to stop.”

And that was all he said as he slowly pulled out. He was slow at first, trying to get you used to stretch of his cock. You still didn’t like it. It just felt like you were reverse shitting.

All you could focus on was his body leaned over you, his breath tickling your neck. It took a minute, but you started to get used to his rhythm.

You felt your eyes fluttered close as you oddly began to enjoy it until the sound of your phone ringing stopped the bliss.

You reached over and panicked once you realized it was your girlfriend.

Oh shit. Shit!

You pulled Jin’s hand out of your mouth. “Oh my god! How… how could I forget?!” You yelled. You had just started dating, Nana, two days ago.

Really, it slipped your mind that you had a whole ass fucking girlfriend.

This was cheating right? Oh god! You were cheating on your two day girlfriend!!!

“Get out! I need—” you answered the phone as you felt Jin began to pull out.

“(Name)! Wish you were here~” Nana’s voice was hardly heard due to the muffled sound of music being heard.

“Hey, baby~ I just don’t like parties, haha. But next time I’ll join you, alright?”

“Mhm~ it’s boring here without you. What are you doing?”

“I—fuck…!”

“Baby?”

Jin had slammed right back inside of you, causing you to almost drop your phone. His body was pressed onto the curve of your back as his breath tickled your ear.

“Did I say you can ignore me?”

You tried to say something but only a whimper came out as he continued his slow thrusting into your tight heat.

“Especially not for someone like her..”

“Baby? You alright?”

Right, Nana…

“I’m okay.. just dropped my phone on my face, hehe~” you somehow managed to say without any hesitation.

You weren’t even sure why you were dating Nana… why did you say yes to her again?

“Aw, you’ll be alright, baby~”

You heard the faint voice of someone else. It was a girl, maybe? Probably just one of her friends. You tried to think straight with the soft thrusting inside your ass, lightly pressing against a spot that just caused you to moan.

“Mhm… w… was there any…!!” You cried out when Jin’s hips slammed into you. You could hear Nana’s worried voice but all you could do was quickly press the mute button as Jin continuously slammed his hips into you, earning a moan from you each time.

“Isn’t this fun? Getting fucked..” his hands gripped the curve of your waist tightly, fingernails digging into flesh. “While your precious girlfriend hears every whimper that you utter just from my cock?”

“J…Jin…!” You whine, tears welling in your eyes as you gripped harshly at your pillow beneath you.

“That’s my name.”

“Baby? Did something happen?”

“You’d better answer her.. wouldn’t want your baby worried.” He reached over and pressed the unmute button, despite your weak protests.

“Nothing.. I just stub my toe.”

“Ah, my accident prone baby~ I’m still so happy you accepted me when I asked you out~”

“Me… mmngh~!”

“Huh?”

You couldn’t hold it any longer. Your cock began to cum as you arched your back in pleasure. Your toes curled as your free hand gripped the pillow beneath you tightly. Jin’s free hand placed itself over yours, gripping it into his as he held you through your orgasm.

Jin’s thrusts also didn’t let up. He continued to hit that spot inside you that caused you to twitch and whimper.

Jin grabbed the phone. “Nana, no need to keep pretending. I know what you really wanted.”

“J…Jin?! I.. how—”

“(Name) will no longer be dating you. Delete his number and never contact him again. He’s mine now,”

He leaned down and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up from the pillow you burrowed it into. Jin changed the call to FaceTime and smirked, seeing Nana’s shocked face.

You were too caught up on the pleasure to even notice that your (ex) girlfriend was seeing you with tear stained face and a flushed face from the harsh fucking. Jin’s Chester like grin was right beside you as he chuckled before ending the call.

He carelessly threw your phone onto the coffee table and pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss, just now realizing Jin hadn’t cum.

Jin easily turned you over to lay on your back, finally facing him after he put his cock inside you.

You were seeing him a new light. His tanned skin. His right eye being a double eyelid while his left was a mono eyelid giving him a (cute) uneven eyes. His dyed red hair that was now growing into a mullet.

His slightly sharp teeth that gave him a cute vampire like fangs. His upper lips being thinner than his bottom lip giving another cute uneven look.

Fuck.

“Going to take a picture?”

A smirk pulled onto his lips as he leaned down and claimed your own lips into a hungry kiss. His hand trailed down to your waist, holding you down onto the couch. His other reached up and resting on your hair, lightly playing with it.

You reached up and gripped his shirt as he slammed his cock back inside of you. He was fast and harsh, clearly chasing his own release this time. Your moans were muffled by his lips but still spilled out, filling the living room you two were fucking in.

The couch squeaked underneath your weight. Filling it with your moans and mewls as he fucked you as if you were his forever.

And in a way… you were.

He pulled out and grabbed his cock, rubbing it as he aimed at your stomach. With a grunt, he spilled all over your stomach, making you shiver at the warm sensation.

“A waste…” you pout.

Jin looked a bit surprised, looking over at you. “Oh, you’re into being filled? Shit, you should’ve said so.”

His hands grabbed your legs and pushed them up to your head.

“W..wait?! Already?!”

He simply smirked as he aimed his cock to your aching but eager heat. But before he could fuck you again, the door to the apartment opened.

You both glanced over at Jin’s roommate, who stared at you two and simply closed the door.

“Oh. I forgot he was coming back from his parents today.”

You wanted to kill yourself.

Im angry I had a previous draft and tumblr deleted it smh. Anyway, hope this one is still good, Jin was fun to write. Kinda felt like I made him was more manipulative than intended… in my manipulative men era ig

Tag list: @the-ultimate-librarian @iwishtobeacrow @mello-life69 @tehyunnie @kiiyoooo @smellwell @millecka @loivre @chill-guy-but-cooler @nakedtoasterr @kaedezu @ofclyde @tomoeroi

[tinytennisskirt]

Kiss Me

art donaldson x bestfriend!reader

summary: to keep your crazy ex at bay, you and patrick instill a facade of fake-dating, brought on by an impulsive move that art missed the opportunity to take. art, who has had a thing for you forever, is completely crushed, but you’re only FAKE dating patrick. you do have real feelings, y’know?

warnings: kiss!!!!, mention of punching and blood, broken nose, mentions of marijuana, angst, slight miscommunication trope and fake dating trope with a twist!!!

“kiss me,” you said, looking at the boys a little desperately. both of them went wide-eyed, art turning slightly pink. “please! now! one of you kiss me!”

“what?” art says, eyes as big as plates just as patrick lunges forward, grabbing your face and kissing you. now this was a problem because number one, art donaldson has had the biggest crush on you since the moment he met you in the stanford cafeteria, and two, it was his best friend who just kissed you. there’s no escaping that. what the fuck.

art just watched as you kissed him back, a little shocked and little dumbfounded and honestly a little bit crushed. he pressed his mouth into a line for the duration of the kiss, not able to take his eyes away or even blink. he’s just second-guessed and missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime and patrick just took it. patrick. patrick who had to ask what your name was three times the same day he met you because he kept forgetting.

he watched as you pulled away, feeling his heart strings pull. “i’m so sorry, patrick, but thank you.”

patrick grinned, “you’re welcome.”

“hm… why?” art asked, trying not to focus on the way you wiped your lower lip with your thumb. he felt winded, if he was honest. no fucking way you just walk into a room and ask to be kissed by one of them and he doesn’t take it. no way that just fucking happened.

you were a little panicked, though, it seemed- the way your eyes darted around the room. “my ex- the crazy one. he’s here at stanford by some fucking… crazy chance? i knew he was coming to talk to me, i just needed to look… taken.”

“by me?” patrick laughed. “poor guy.”

art’s mouth fell a little open. “so you needed to be kissed?” his emphasis on ‘kissed’ came out bitter.

patrick shoved art just a little, ruffling his hair, “someone jealous?”

yeah, he was jealous. he was pissed. more than. he pressed his tongue to his cheek, “your ex is here?” he ignored it. “like on campus or going here?”

“i don’t know, but i’m kind of terrified.” you said, folding your arms. “i’m sorry about the kiss, pat.”

“don’t be. wasn’t the worst kiss i’ve ever had.”

“okay, rude!” you hit him in the upper arm.

“it was good, i promise.” he laughed. art felt just the slightest bit sick. “but what’s this guys deal?”

“obsessed with me.” you replied, your usual fun and carefree personality silenced to a serious monotone. “it was hard as hell to get rid of him back home but he’s here and that alone is scary as hell.”

“i get that,” art said, turning to patrick. “you remember that one girl janet back at the academy?”

patrick chuckled again, “oh yeah. art had his own little stalker.”

“really?” it seemed to cheer you up. “what did she do?”

“i’ll tell you back at my dorm. don’t need you hanging out where this guy is.” he offered. you agreed and the three of you walked back to his dorm, telling you the janet stories. you did end up feeling better but it was patrick who beat art to walking you back to your dorm. fucked.

art just sat on his bed, knees to his chest, hands draped over his legs wondering what the fuck just happened and how things got so fucked up so fast. the thing was that this was the only crush art had ever withheld from patrick. how fucking stupid did it seem to have hid it now? god, he was so fucked for it. no way patrick could say he kissed you now, that was fucked. and stupid. and lucky. his face fell into his hands as he flopped backward on his bed, hoping patrick came back quickly.

art’s stomach kept flip-flopping at the thought, remembering how you kissed patrick. you kissed patrick. it was so stupid! so fucking stupid. by some hesitation, he fucked everything up for himself. he could have kissed you. he could have KISSED YOU. he groaned out loud, rolling just slightly in pure frustration. this is what he got for keeping shit a secret.

the next day, the three of you were eating in the cafeteria. you and patrick on one side, you sitting across from art. “so he’s definitely going here now-“ you said, gesturing with a french fry. “which is insane and a little bit threatening.”

“he wouldn’t try anything, would he?” art asked, concerned.

“i don’t know,” you shrugged. “he did back home and it was bad. and he’s here and he knows i’m here and the look he gave me yesterday…”

patrick spoke with his mouth full, “as if he could get past me. and art.” he said. you smiled, art hated how beautiful it was when you smiled at his best friend. patrick swallowed his fries, “there’s no way he’s getting close with us around.”

“what if i’m alone, though? class to class? or class to dorms?”

art was about to offer to walk to to and from whenever he could but patrick spoke first, again. never had he wanted to jam a fork in his best friend’s throat so quickly. “i’ll walk you. you said yesterday you wanted to look taken, so i mean, it would keep up appearances.”

you gasped and grabbed the table, “oh my god. fake dating. like in the movies. that’s such a good idea.”

art wondered if you remembered that the fake dating trope always ended in falling for each other for real. he felt his chest tighten, there was no way fake dating was just suggested because patrick kissed you first. “i don’t know about that,” art said. “if you have to say ‘like in the movies’ is it a great idea in real life?”

“it could be?” you shrugged, looking at patrick. “maybe it will. and then once he knows to leave me alone for sure we can just go back to normal. if you’re up for it, pat?”

“yeah i’m up for it,” he says. “i don’t have anywhere to be but here anyways.”

“true,” you nodded.

art just covered his mouth with his hand and looked somewhere else. he couldn’t eat anymore. this was actually happening in front of his eyes and he couldn’t say anything or do anything about it. his chest stayed tight, as if someone had laced around his rib cages and started pulling hard. he bit his cheek to keep from showing just how much this hurt him. because it did, it hurt him, no matter how innocent it was on your end, on patrick’s end. well, maybe not on patrick’s end. art wasn’t sure about how patrick really felt on the topic- he could only hope that patrick didn’t see real potential…

you placed your hand on art’s, trying to get his attention again, “oh my god you’re freezing.” you said, squeezing his hand just a little. his attention fell on that, on you. “you’re okay?”

“with what?” art said, a little presumptuous.

“just asking if you’re okay. you stared off for a bit there.” you said, hand still intertwined with his like it was nothing. it was nothing.

patrick was focused on his food. and art already hated third wheeling a fake couple. “i’m fine, i just remembered i have some shit i have to do before my next class. i’ll see you guys back at my dorm later?”

“oh, meet at mine,” you said as art got up with his meal that was only 1/4 dug into. “just in case you-know-who is around?”

“yeah,” art nodded. he didn’t have many words left in him. he was sure if he forced words out it’d be some monologue about how frustrated he was that he missed the fucking opportunity to kiss you and this was snowballing and he was not feeling good at all, in fact he was feeling really sick. “see you guys later.”

he didn’t see the way your eyebrows furrowed when he walked away. patrick did though. “was that weird?” you asked him. “the way he got up and left, was that weird? am i imagining things?”

“no, that was weird.” patrick agreed. “i don’t know what’s up with him though, he hasn’t said anything.”

“nothing?”

“he was like that last night when i was over after you left. didn’t talk much.”

you twisted your mouth to the side, wondering what could be up with him. but he didn’t say anything, not for the two weeks that you and patrick were fake-dating. art pretended like he was fine when patrick walked you to art’s dorm room to hang out, pretended like he was fine when you sat with patrick in the stands at his own tennis game, too close for comfort just because your ex was in the crowd too. art lost that game just thinking about how much he wanted to toss his racket right at patrick. it wasn’t out of hatred- he did not hate his best friend, he was jealous of his best friend. all because art hesitated and he didn’t…

and you kept wondering why art was so distant. was he upset with something? what was he keeping to himself that made him so standoffish? you were determined to know because obviously two weeks is a while to be ‘out of it’ as art claimed he was.

you and patrick held hands at the table, you were trying not to look at your ex who stood in the corner on his phone, standing facing you. “your hands are really hot,” you said to him, chuckling.

“that’s not me.”

“that’s all you,” you said, laughing quietly. it doesn’t sound very genuine, you were nervous. art could tell. “he’s still watching?”

art pretended to scan the cafeteria, noting the cold gaze your ex set on you. patrick had two people in this room to be jealous of, which sucked. patrick for the hand he held and your ex for the simple fact that he had you. he was ugly, to be honest. not a great looking guy but apparently enough to date you at some point. fuck. he nodded back at you to tell you yes, you were still being watched.

you wished you didn’t have to hold patrick’s hand. the fake dating thing wasn’t so bad, it was just added actions to hanging out with your best friend. just a few kisses and he wasn’t bad- but there was nothing in it. it was funny if anything, you usually ended up laughing about it. it was so dumb. maybe you could let your hand slip out if his… his hands were sickeningly warm.

art stared at your intertwined fingers. fucking sick and jealous and upset. you, perfect, pretty, purple nail polish, lip gloss, quick humour and soft gaze and your hand was in patrick’s. unappreciated, almost an empty gesture. patrick didn’t like you. not the way art did, not the way art could have. if he didn’t fucking hesitate. if he’d kissed you then. it would have been so easy… he watched your hand slip out of patrick’s and brush against your jeans. art hated how it made him smile just in the slightest. but it was fleeting. patrick reached his arm around you and pulled you closer and art swore he felt his heart drop a few inches in his chest. he should have been used to it by now.

but he wasn’t when you hugged patrick the next day when saying goodbye, your ex just always around. art was on his way to trying to get rid of this guy just so you’d stop touching patrick. art, a sweet boy, thinking about kicking this guys ass just for patrick to take his hand off of your waist. it was killing him, it was taking him apart.

it killed him when he watched all these empty acts… why was your ex always fucking there? it was crazy how afraid you were of him but so rightful, why was he always around? but you hugged patrick, you kissed him on the cheek, you held his hand and it was vile and it hurt, this ache in his chest never dulling. even when you weren’t around, it was still there. art prayed for easy sleep most nights, if he was awake laying in bed it would eat him alive. his chest would tighten to the point of pain. he missed out on one thing and spent every night just repeating that moment of hesitation, that mistake.

you and art alone was hard to come by naturally. usually patrick was around, even if the both of you didn’t want it. you sat with him in the library. “you’re so lucky that janet girl didn’t follow you to stanford,” you groaned, resting your head on your arms on the table. “i miss being free.”

“you can be free.” art said, closing the book he was looking at. “he shouldn’t control anything. fuck him, honestly.”

“don’t remind me,” you groaned again, putting your face into your arm. “i feel haunted and i’m scared, im never not scared.” your head turned on it’s side, facing him without lifting your head. “his actions back home, if the cops hadn’t gotten involved i don’t even know what would have happened. he got a warning and i moved away but he’s here and he’s everywhere. it’s a good thing he’s not literate.”

art smiled just a bit at that, but not all of that. you smiled too. he was glad you were making light of it. it was good to see you not so on edge without being in your room or his. “i’m sorry you’re scared. you have the right to be, but i wish you weren’t. he’s here, yeah, and as long as patrick and i are around, he won’t get to you. not even a word. i catch him within ten feet of you, he’s done.” he pulls a loose string off of your sweater- “can you still do that cartwheel thing?”

“yeah i’m gonna cartwheel him to death,” you nod. “i’ll teach you if you want to help me tag team him with cartwheels.”

“i think if you can do it, he’s already a goner.” he pushed your hair out of your face and you smiled, shutting your eyes, enjoying the peace of a public space without the eyes of anyone but art. art was a quiet contrast to the whirlwinds and overstimulation of feeling watched and having to hold hands or be touching patrick in some way. art was a perfect break from it.

he watched how you looked with your slight smile on glossy lips, your eyelashes perfect as your eyes laid closed. and more than any time he’d seen you and patrick, more than any touch and kiss he knew you’d exchanged with his best friend, he was the angriest he’d ever been that he didn’t kiss you then. the angriest. but it coexisted with the extent of how he felt about you, being here with you, the extreme happiness. art donaldson was a fairly simple guy but you were so… how could he not be…

fuck.

the next day it just about ripped him to shreds to see you kiss patrick again. even after you pulled a bit of a face. and it was too much. he couldn’t do it anymore. his avoidance worsened, he tried to get out of hanging out as much as he could. he couldn’t bear seeing the empty affection. how lucky patrick was to get to do it. he just couldn’t see it anymore. he got further and further from you both. hanging out with you alone only sometimes, patrick alone sometimes. he felt a little outcast but it was his own doing for his own good.

you enjoyed all the time you got with him alone. he was the peace and quiet. he was the next safest thing but without the pretending part. with him you didn’t have to pretend anything. you’d just talk, laugh, he made you laugh so much you almost forgot you were having an ex-boyfriend crisis. he was sweet and he was so kind and it was refreshing to know someone who just wanted to spend time with you. and you didn’t have to be anyone for anyone. but you missed hanging out with him the way you used to- which was a lot more, and you missed the three of you hanging out, smoking, talking, dancing, being weird and loud. it meant a lot to you and it just sucked when he wasn’t there. you had to fix it. you had to see him more!

you caught him after one of his late evening classes, running up from behind and covering his eyes. “guess who?”

“it’s not patrick…” he said, small smile on his face as you uncovered his eyes and began to walk his pace next to him. “hey.”

“hiii,” you lead. “so i was wondering if maybe you wanted to get dinner?”

he looked the other way to hide how his eyes widened. “dinner?” he looked back at you.

“yeah. nothing crazy, i mean, probably just the campus bar if you wanted.” you just wanted some time alone with him in a good setting. maybe start going out without patrick…

art pressed his lips together, looking at you. dinner meant patrick. the campus bar meant a risk of being seen by your ex. appearances were important, after all. “i have chinese leftovers,” art lied for the sake of not having to be around you and patrick and the fake hand-holding and all of the things that made him nauseous. “i’ll see you after though?”

“oh.” you said, smiling. “why don’t we skip dinner? i can grab something on the way back to your dorm.”

“it’s fine. i’ll see you after, no problem. i think patrick has an ounce on him still, we can smoke or something.”

“yeah.” you said, honestly a little embarrassed your attempt at hanging out with him alone had failed. but even with that, he still “i’m just going to head back to my room. what time do you want me over?”

“maybe nine? make sure patrick doesn’t forget his rolling papers.”

“i won’t…” you said, noticing how art’s pace picked up. you had no idea how badly he wanted to get away from the idea of you and patrick out to dinner for appearances. “art?”

“yeah?”

your next words sounded a bit insecure. you swallowed them and decided on saying something else. “i like your hat.”

“you bought it for me.” he smiled.

“i know.” you smiled back. “see you later.”

“see you.” the second he could, his face turned to an expression of disgust. this whole thing was so stupid- all of this because he hesitated. bullshit. he’d almost gone a day without thinking about it. when would it end?

you went back to your dorm alone. or you tried. earbuds in, ipod on, listening some 90s hit you’d been obsessed with again lately and it didn’t occur to you that this was the first time you’d walked across campus alone. you had shortcuts patrick showed you, alleyways between residencies.

and there he was. him. by chance or by choice you didn't know and the second you realized was the second you realized it was too late and he had you blocked into a corner. your earbuds fell from your ears as he began to curse at you. the events began and you tried to use your speed dial to get either art or patrick, but you could only click patrick’s before he yelled at you to put your phone down. patrick didn’t pick up.

you were afraid.

it was forty minutes later when art got a call from patrick, asking if he was free. just on a whim.

“hey, you up for anything?”

art blinked, “you’re with Y/N?”

“nah. actually, i didn’t call while you were in class, but she said she was going to ask some guy out, i think the fake dating thing is done for.”

art’s stomach did it’s first front flip instead of a backflip. “done for?”

“yeah, honestly i’m glad. she’s been scaring away a few girls i’ve had my eyes on. not that i minded helping her out, it just- she’s not my type, you know? she’s a good friend but i couldn’t… you know.”

art rethought you finding him after class. he was fucking stupid- asking a guy out, asking him out? he didn’t know if he was crazy but when you mentioned getting dinner you didn’t mean with patrick, you didn’t have plans with patrick. oh fuck, art thought, feeling five things at once. distress, joy, stupidity, a bit of anger, and regret. “she say who she was asking out?”

“no. but i’m happy for her. i think she’s not afraid of her ex as much anymore. plus, fake dating or not we’re still her friends and we’re around her pretty often. the guy wouldn’t go near her with us around.”

“that’s what i keep saying,” art nodded as if patrick could see him. he was grabbing his sweater and shoes as he spoke. “listen- uh- come meet me here at campus at ten. i might not be back at ten but you know where the key is. i gotta go… bring rolling papers.”

“done,” patrick agreed. “talk to you later.”

“bye,” art said, leaving out the door. if he was right, you’d just asked him to dinner and he had said no. without hesitation this time, he had said no. he said he had chinese leftovers, he didn’t have anything. fuck. so stupid, you were probably at your dorm alone right now. fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck.

he ran a hand through his hair as he jumped the stairs and left his building to head over to yours. walking a little faster than he had control over- breaking a jog. yes he’d go to dinner with you, what the fuck, how did this happen, did you like him? his head was a bit of a mess but he had to find you. he called you on his way over but no answer. he walked up to your dorm and knocked, but no answer. hm. maybe he wasn’t the guy? or something. his brain drew conclusions and he checked the common rooms on his way downstairs and outside.

fuck. did he miss a chance again? again, after all of this? another chance? he’d had too many taken from him but this was his own fault.

“i’m sorry, okay!” you said, voice shaky. you were trying to be loud without letting him know you were trying to draw attention to yourself so that anyone might intervene. “i’m sorry we haven’t spoken, i didn’t know you wanted to.”

“bullshit. you saw me, you didn’t even say hi.”

“hi! please, can i just go back to my dorm i don’t know what else you want.”

“you know what i want. what i miss. what i know you miss too, i know that patrick asshole doesn’t give you what i gave you…” trauma, you thought. fought not to say it to his face. but you were afraid. “you miss me.”

“i-“

“bullshit! just because you have a boyfriend doesn’t mean you don’t want me.”

“can i please go back to my dorm room? if you don’t let me go, i’ll scream.” you said, a little more panicked by the second. he stepped closer and you stepped back into the wall. “i will scream and you will be caught.”

“you’re not going to be screaming anything but my name-“

“please.” you pleaded. “it’s not worth it.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” art said, punching your ex in the face, hard. pain immediately splintered up his hand and into his wrist. he hissed a bit in pain, immediately shaking his hand out. “fuck.” he’d never punched anyone ever in his life. not like that.

you covered your mouth and watched as your ex raised his hand to his nose, bleeding and honestly disgustingly crooked. art broke his nose. you reached to the side for him, unable to take your eyes off your ex as he scrambled to his feet. he wasn’t the type to fight and he was a coward, always was. your hand found the sleeve of art’s shirt and you grabbed hard.

“fuck you,” your ex seethed, blood running down his face. “say goodbye to your tennis career buddy, that’s assault.”

“and what were you about to do?” he had never felt more adrenaline in his body. he wasn’t himself. your ex went quiet and if there was ability to turn red even after bleeding, he was pink in the face. he stumbled, stuttered. And hurried off. “fuck!” art said, holding his hand with the other hand. it pulsed in sharp pain. “jesus-“ his eyes fell on you and immediately he was pulling you into a hug he didn’t even hesitate about. his hand hurt like hell but with his arms wrapped around you he ignored the pain coursing through his fingers, hand, and wrist just to squeeze you tight. you were breathing hard, a little ragged, a little bit like you were trying not to cry. “you’re okay.” he said gently.

he made sure not to get the blood from his knuckles on you. it was more important to hold you than it was to tend to that right now.

you could have stayed in his arms a while longer and he would have let you, but things sunk in. “you punched him.”

he winced in pain again, “not properly. fuck, this hurts. i’ve never punched anyone before.”

he knew you were still in some state of shock and surprise and frankly, so was he. “that was…” you saw his hand, how badly he’d hurt it, your hands gently grabbed it. “oh my god, art…”

“it’s fine,”

“it’s not fine. i’m so sorry, does it hurt badly?”

“no, not much.” a lot. “just a bit.”

“i’m so sorry, art, i’m so sorry, thank you, that was… crazy.”

art almost chuckled. you were sorry, of course you were. you were the sweetest girl in the world, sorry for something he did. “why are you sorry? don’t be sorry.” he said.

“you didn’t have to do that,” you said, taking his fucked up hand in your own.

“what if i told you i really wanted to?”

you smiled just a bit. you knew he wasn’t violent. in fact, art was one of the most gentle people he’d ever known. “thank you. i think if anyone was deserving, it was him.” you held his hand the way you did and it was gentle in return, but your hands were shaking. you looked him in the eyes, grateful and genuine. “come on. let’s get this cleaned up.” you said. the pain in his hand almost dulled when you looked at him, he swore. it returned, shooting and throbbing as he followed you into your dorm room.

he sat on your bed and you came over with your little first aid kit and some water. your hands were still shaking. “you’ll report him later?” he asked.

“i think i will. will you come with me?” you asked, wiping the blood that wasn’t near any of the wounds.

“of course.” he nodded. “you’re okay though?”

“i will be.” you nodded. in the dim of your dorm room, the lamplight warm, he saw you smile just a bit. his heart beat hard in his chest. he understood your short responses. “i was just walking home… he cornered me, i didn’t think he could. he did.”

“he won’t do it again.”

“i know. he’s a coward. once he’s caught he backs off.”

“you’ll be free from him. especially if you report him and it goes over well.” art said. “but you stood your ground that whole time?”

you sniffed as you tossed the bloody tissue away, “yeah. i didn’t cartwheel though, not enough space.”

art laughed just a little and so did you. “i’m sorry i didn’t either. probably would have hurt less.” he flexed his hand, wincing in pain. “can’t believe i punched a guy.”!

“me neither,” you giggled. “i think you broke his nose.”

“i hope so.” he returned. “would be a good first try.”

“would be good. he was already ugly anyway- now maybe he can get some reconstructive surgery.” you giggled. he was glad to see you laughing about it. “art, this is going to sting a bit.” you said, his hand in your own. art nodded, braced, and you put a few drops of some solution on his hand, watching it fizz up. he hissed just a little, and you tightened your grip on his hand. his lips pressed together.

he sighed, breathing out slowly. “i’m never punching anyone again, jesus christ-“

“good, i hope you don’t have to,” you said, cleaning it again, him wincing in pain again. “i’m sorry-“ you added.

art smiled, “don’t be sorry.”

“then i’m not.” you said, cheeky smile in return. you were so beautiful… silence filled the room for a moment. it was a thick silence, filled with unsaid words.

until art broke it, “you think you’ll continue to fake-date patrick?”

you looked at him through your eyelashes, “i’m done with that. he was angry with patrick, said some shitty things. it didn’t stop him.” you nodded. “plus patrick said it was scaring other girls away.” you laughed. “i’m just glad i don’t have to hold his hand anymore, he’s so… warm.”

art nodded. he adjusted the way he sat, getting the slightest bit closer. “you’re glad it’s over with?”

“for sure,” you said, bandaging his knuckles up, securing it with with pins. “i hate kissing people without meaning, you know?”

“i know.”

“it just… it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t what i wanted from the getgo.”

art’s eyes softened, but his eyebrows furrowed, “you seemed pretty excited about the fake dating. like in the movies. was it anything…” he trailed off as you raised his bandaged hand to your lips and kissed his hand gently. as if kissing it better. you did it like it was the most natural action. art cleared his throat, “wasn’t what you wanted?”

“wasn’t what i wanted. from the start.” you repeated.

“i thought you had plans with patrick tonight, that’s why i said no.” he stated, just so you knew.

he swore he saw you blush, “no- that was just- i didn’t. i just, i don’t knowwww.” art noted how close the two of you were. “i just thought maybe you would.”

“i didn’t know you meant just me,” he chuckled. “if i did, it would have been yes.”

your hands still shook ever so slightly. “it’s good to know. and if i asked again…” you trailed, your cheeks just the slightest bit pink.

he smiled, trying to keep it a smile and not a grin, “i’d say yes.” he swallowed hard, “and if i asked you if i could kiss you right now…”

“i’d say yes,” you replied. “hypothetically- i mean-“ you started giggling as he moved your hair from your face, smile turning into a grin, bandaged hand grazing your cheek just slightly. your eyelashes fluttered gently and your giggle turned into a smile.

“hypothetically?” he beamed, leaning in

“mhm,” you smiled, meeting him halfway. you both smiled into the kiss, but it was slow, sickeningly slow, with no impulsivity and nothing at stake. lips barely grazing each other’s, gently, not fully kissing, not yet. art’s non-bandaged hand slid over your jaw, settling to the place just below your ear before he closed the (very) small gap between.

the kiss stayed slow, art’s lips pressed to yours sweetly, gently, easily. and it filled the void every empty kiss with patrick left in you. his lips were soft, and so were yours, your berry lipbalm the cause. your lips almost melted into his, the way it felt like you were meant to kiss him. your lips fit together in a way where they never really had with patrick. or anyone, ever.

mouthes open, just slightly, taking in as much as possible in a kiss while still moving with only patience. the breaths in between filled with the feeling of you smiling against his lips. his heart pounded in his chest, about as hard as it did when the adrenaline kicked in earlier. but it was just you. only you.

and the kiss was slowly undoing the ache he’d felt for two months. his chest was full, heart pumping, feeling warm. and actually happy. really happy. there was no pain to be felt, not in his hand, not in any manner. your hand on the back of his head, fingers slowly moving through his hair, sliding over his jaw. it was only a few minutes, both of you not wanting to stop, not for anything, but there was a knock on the door. and you both pulled away, both a little dazed. art’s cheeks and nose were visibly pink and he for sure was wearing your lip balm at that point.

“it’s probably patrick,” art said. “he’s got… weed.”

“he’s got weed?” you smiled, standing up over him. “think he’ll knock again?”

“probably,” art replied, reaching up and pulling you back down into a kiss, your body between his legs on the edge of the bed. another kiss, just a little faster this time, your hands cupping his face gently. interrupted once more after twenty seconds by patrick knocking. you pulled away with the prettiest grin and went to answer the door.

patrick came in with a knowing look that he shot art before questioning art’s bandaged hand. the story unravelled over a joint and a good amount of laughter and for once art was able to enjoy his friend’s company without those nagging thoughts and feelings. you might have been patrick’s with the facade, but this was real. art’s hand rested on your thigh and before the night truly ended, the proper plans were made. not only to report your jackass of an ex, but to get dinner after.

[iamtired10]

lost in equations, found in you

pairing - kim minji x female reader

synopsis - with exams coming up and your temper on edge, minji tries her best to help you through a brutal study session.

genre - fluff (someone plz request angst ;-;)

warnings - strong language, reader losing her temper

a/n - nighty guys, ilysm 💔

— richiesto

you were slumped over the desk, staring at your notebook like it was your mortal enemy.

the equations blurred in front of your eyes, the numbers twisting into shapes that had no meaning whatsoever.

you were beyond pissed.

at this point, your brain was fried.

“fucking... i swear this shit is useless,” you grumbled, aggressively erasing something that, in hindsight, probably wasn‘t even wrong.

from the other side of the room, minji peered at you, her head tilted like an innocent, curious puppy.

“hey,” she said softly, approaching like you were a bomb about to explode. “need some help?”

“Do i look like i need help?” you snapped, though your frustration wasn't really aimed at her.

minji didn‘t flinch—she knew how you got when you were stressed, and today was no exception.

she sat down beside you, her elbow nudging yours playfully. “c’mon, babe. you know i’m the math whiz here. lemme see.”

you glared at the pages, sighing. “if you fix this, i’ll worship the ground you walk on. like, seriously. it’s like these numbers are out to ruin my fucking life.”

minji giggled, reaching for the pencil in your hand.

her fingers brushed against yours, sending an unexpected jolt through you.

for a second, the anger melted into something softer, but you quickly covered it up with more cursing. “goddamn math, i swear.”

“alright, alright. let me take a look,” she said, scanning the equations with a calm that only minji seemed capable of.

you admired that about her—how she never got ruffled, no matter how much you spiraled.

you sat there, fidgeting, the silence gnawing at you as minji scribbled away. you leaned back in your chair, glaring at the ceiling, muttering curses under your breath.

after what felt like forever, minji glanced up, her lips curled into a mischievous grin.

“i fixed it," she said in that calm, almost too-adorable voice that always made you want to punch something soft out of affection.

“fixed it???” you leaned over to see the page.

sure enough, the equation was neatly solved, the steps laid out in her annoyingly perfect handwriting.

you stared at it for a second, blinking.

“HOW?” you nearly shouted, throwing your hands up in frustration. “how do you make it look so easy?!”

minji laughed, her eyes crinkling at the edges in that way that made you melt. “because it’s not that hard, babe. you’re just overthinking it."

“overthinking it?” you repeated, standing up and pacing around the room. “i wish i could overthink it. my brain‘s running on 2% battery, minji. i can’t even think anymore. it’s like—” you waved your arms dramatically—“static up here!”

minji watched you with amusement, leaning her chin on her palm. “you‘re so cute when you’re pissed.”

you whipped around, pointing at her. “don‘t patronize me! this shit‘s hard!”

“okay, okay, i won’t,” she said, but her smile gave her away.

you narrowed your eyes at her. “i see what you're doing, kim minji. you’re trying to distract me with your fucking... cuteness...”

minji just shrugged, the tiniest smirk on her lips. “is it working, babe?”

you huffed, crossing your arms. “no. and stop being cute. i’m mad.”

but minji wasn’t having it.

she got up, walking over to you and wrapping her arms around your waist from behind. she rested her chin on your shoulder, her voice soft in your ear. “you‘re stressed, my sweet baby. you need a break.”

“yeah, well, i’ll take a break when this stupid exam is over and i never have to look at a math problem again.”

she tightened her hold on you, swaying slightly. “you’re too hard on yourself, y'know that?”

you sighed, the tension in your body slowly loosening as minji held you close.

damn it, she was too good at this.

“i’m not hard on myself,” you muttered. “i just hate being bad at stuff.”

“you‘re not bad at math,” she said, her voice soothing. “you just need a little more practice.”

“practice? psh, who has time for practice when there’s like a million other things to stress about?”

minji laughed softly, her breath warm against your skin. “well, lucky for you, you’ve got me. i’ll help you as much as you need, okay?”

you let out a long breath, leaning into her. “fine. but if you fix this shit, i’m taking you out for the best ramen in town.”

“deal.” she grinned, kissing your cheek before letting go. “now sit down and let’s get this over with.”

you sat back down, eyeing the math problem like it had personally wronged you.

minji slid back into the chair beside you, her hand resting on your knee as she guided you through the next problem, step by step.

after a few minutes, your frustration began to fade, replaced by the steady rhythm of solving equations together.

minji’s calm voice kept you grounded, and her presence—so close, so comforting—was like a balm for your frayed nerves.

“see?” minji said after you successfully solved another equation. “you’ve got this. you‘re just too quick to doubt yourself.”

“yeah, well,” you muttered, “i guess it helps having the cutest tutor in the world.”

minji’s cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, clearly flustered. “shut up," she mumbled, but her smile betrayed her.

you grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with math. “seriously, though. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“fail your exam?" minji teased.

“probably,” you admitted with a laugh. “but at least i’d go down knowing i had the best girlfriend ever.”

minji rolled her eyes, but you could tell she was pleased. “you’re so dramatic.”

“only for you and math, pookie,” you said, winking.

“DON‘T CALL ME THAT!!!”

“too bad, pookie bear!”

maybe the math wasn’t so bad after all.

but even if it was, at least you had minji to get you through it.

a/n - tired :|

[runninriot]

Another Love

written for the @corrodedcoffinfest pop-up event It's Complicated

wc: 1.966 | rated: M | tags: past friends with benefits Eddie/Jeff, newly established Steddie, unrequited love, complicated feelings, mild hurt/comfort, friendship | also on ao3

   “Guys, this is Steve. Steve, these are the guys. My best friends, who will not embarrass me today. Right?”

Eddie laughs, tries not to let his nerves show by making a silly grimace in the direction of Gareth, who lovingly scoffs and rolls his eyes, says ‘You don’t need us for that, you’re pretty good at embarrassing yourself‘, just to be a little shit. And maybe that’s good, because it means they’re not pretending to be something they’re not. There’s no need to mask who they are in front of Steve, Eddie knows that.

He knows that, once they’ve warmed up to each other, they’ll get along just fine. But still, he can’t shake the funny feeling in his gut.

This is a big deal for him, finally introducing his boyfriend to the people who, apart from Wayne, mean most to him in this world. He wants, no, needs them to accept this new person in his life, because there is one thing he’s absolutely certain of – Steve is here to stay.

Gareth and Doug, being the lifesavers they are, immediately start wrapping Steve up in a conversation and it helps ease Eddie’s nerves a bit. But out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the tension in Jeff’s shoulders. Can sense his resentment of the situation even if Jeff is obviously trying his best not to show it.

He stands off to the side, pretending to tune his guitar which he’s definitely not. Eddie knows he’s already done that before even coming to the venue. Out of all of them, Jeff’s always been the closest to a professional.

It’s something Eddie admires, one of those things he loves about him.

Jeff and Eddie go way back, met long before Gareth and Doug entered the picture. They’ve been friends forever, through thick and thin, always together against the rest of the world.

He’d never admit it out loud but Jeff’s opinion matters most. And that’s not only because he’s his best best friend. It’s also because he doesn’t know what he’d do if Jeff didn’t give him his blessing. There’s so much at stake here, so much to possibly end in ruins. This is so much more complicated than just wanting his friend's approval - there's more to consider. More to fight for. So that's what Eddie is willing to do.

   “Hey, man,” Eddie claps Jeff on the back trying to act casual, ignoring the twisted knots in his stomach. “Can we talk?”

   “If it’s about your boyfriend, then no.”

Jeff takes a big swig from his beer, the look in his eyes unusually cold and distant.

   “Come on, man. I thought we agreed that-”

   “Well, I’ve changed my mind. Look, Eddie. I’m happy for you, I really am. But you cannot expect me to put on a brave face and pretend that this doesn’t fuck me up.”

His words slice through Eddie like a knife, sharp and quick, no mercy on his heart.

Eddie probably deserves it for thinking he could ignore the giant ass elephant in the room and simply wait it out. Wait for the problem to solve itself, for everything to go back to normal, back to easy. Because truth is, there is nothing easy about this.

Eddie knew from the start that this would be complicated, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t. He knew and yet, stupid as he is, he still hoped they could just... move on. Not forget but maybe lock up the memories of a different time and go back to how things were before. When they were just friends, no feelings involved. At least not those kind of feelings.

   “I’m sorry, Jeff,” he says, head tilted down to avoid his friend’s piercing gaze, “I know it’s-“

It’s what? Hard? Unfair? Well, yeah, obviously. At least from Jeff’s point of view. But what is Eddie supposed to do? He didn’t choose to fall in love with someone else, it just happened. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t still have feelings for Jeff, only they’re different now. Not that he ever-

It’s a cruel thought, even though it’s true. They both know it because Eddie never pretended to be in love when he wasn’t. Was he attracted to Jeff? Oh, absolutely. Otherwise they wouldn’t have ended up in bed together. More than once. And it wasn't just the prospect of easy sex that had Eddie coming back for more - it was the thought of falling asleep in Jeff's arms. To be held by someone who makes you feel safe and cared for. He loved the kisses and giggles and how okay it was to be vulnerable and open because there's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide because Jeff already knows everything about him.

The problem is, while it had all started out as casual fun between mates, something changed over time. Something Eddie noticed too late or he would’ve ended it sooner. Jeff never told him about his feelings, so that’s on him, but it is just as much Eddie’s fault because- he should’ve known anyway. Should’ve noticed the shift. But he hadn’t. Or maybe he simply refused to acknowledge it. Selfishly ignored it until he couldn’t anymore.

When he met Steve, he instantly knew he needed to put his cards on the table and come clean about what this would mean for him and Jeff. Told him about this guy he likes – ‘Don’t know if it’s mutual but I’d like to give it a shot, see where it’s going. Maybe it’s nothing but maybe- I think he could be the one.’

And at first, Jeff seemed to be fine with that. Said he understood that they couldn’t hook up anymore. Said he’d miss the fucking but ‘Eh, whatever.’

Only it wasn’t whatever.

But Eddie was so lost in his own head, so caught up on Steve, Steve, Steve that he didn’t see what it was doing to Jeff. Didn’t notice him pulling away more and more until Gareth mentioned it. Asked if something had happened between the two because they were acting weird.

So, when he finally confronted Jeff, things seemed... okay. Better. At least that’s what he thought when Jeff told him he’d get over it, that he just needed some time to adjust. Promised Eddie that nothing had changed when it came to their friendship but right now, Eddie isn’t so sure about that anymore.

And it kills him.

Makes him lie awake at night because he can’t stop thinking about all the worst possible outcomes. What if this breaks up the band? What if Eddie loses his best friend?

   “I don’t want to lose you, Jeff.”

    You’re up in five, someone calls from the side of the stage and Eddie knows this is the worst possible timing for a heart-to-heart. They should be getting ready, he should be talking to his boyfriend who he abandoned and left with people he doesn’t really know, in a place he’s never been to before. But he can’t step away, can’t leave it like that, not when Jeff still hasn’t said anything.

   “I need you. You’re my best friend and I- I love you.”

It’s a stupid thing to say, to use this word, this feeling that is the cause for this mess and the reason for Jeff’s pain. But it’s the right word nonetheless, because it’s the truth. Eddie loves him. Maybe not like he loves Steve but different from the way he loves Gareth and Doug. This love goes deeper than friendship, soul-deep.

   “I love you. You’re important to me and I know- I know you're hurt and I am sorry but I can’t change that my heart belongs to Steve.”

Eddie can’t stop, knows he should because right now, he’s only talking himself deeper into the hole he dug for himself. But he refuses to lie, refuses to try to appease Jeff with false hope – he needs to know where they stand. And if that means Jeff will tell him to fuck off, if that will be the end of their friendship, then-

   “I hate you.”

Eddie’s heart stops at Jeff's words, eyes filling with tears as he braces himself for the biggest regret he'll ever have in his life.

   “I hate you so much for even thinking you could ever lose me!”

They’ve got eyes on them now, Eddie can feel it, but he doesn’t care. Can’t, not when Jeff moves closer, taking one of Eddie’s hands to place it on his chest, right above his heart.

   “It hurts. It fucking hurts. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say, just sniffs and blinks away the tears blurring his vision.

   “It’ll take some time for me to... get over this. But you and me, we’re bound for life, man. So don’t you ever think you’re getting rid of me. You hear me, asshole?”

Jeff smiles at him and even though there’s still sadness in his eyes, Eddie can feel that he means it.

   “Uh... sorry to interrupt but, um, they said you’re up next so I-“

When Eddie turns to the voice coming from behind, he finds Steve standing there, hands in his pocket, nervously looking to the side.

   “I’ll be down there somewhere. Have- have fun.”

Steve’s about to turn around, ready to step away but Eddie can't let him go like that, so he stops him.

   “Baby, wait!”

He looks back at Jeff, hoping, praying to find what he’s searching for in the other man’s eyes.

   “Go on, your boyfriend looks like he’s waiting for a kiss. Would be rude to leave him hanging.”

   “Are you gonna be mad at me if I do?” Eddie’s not asking for permission to kiss his boyfriend, not really. But he’s willing to tone it down around Jeff if that’s what it takes.

Jeff scoffs, lets go of Eddie’s hand and takes a step back.

   “So mad. But I’ll get to have you all to myself for the next 40 minutes so I guess it’s fine,” he jokes and it feels like a peace offering. Like maybe it’s the first step to better, before hopefully they can go back to how things were when everything was good, not complicated.

   “I love you,” Eddie says again just because.

   “Love you too, man. Now go take care of your man and then let’s get this fucking show started.”

Eddie nods, taking another moment to look at his best friend before walking over to Steve.

   “Everything good with you and Jeff?” Steve asks quietly as Eddie wraps his arms around his middle to pull him close.

   “I think it will be, yeah.”

Eddie's glad he never made a secret out of his past with Jeff, couldn’t bear withholding something so crucial from Steve. He needed him to know that no matter what, Jeff will always play an important role in his life. That if Steve wanted to be with him, he’d have to accept that there will always be a place in his heart that’s occupied by someone else.

Steve throws a look over Eddie’s shoulder and smiles to himself before leaning in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

   “Is that all?” Eddie asks when his boyfriend pulls away, leaving him longing for more.

   “For now,” Steve confirms with a wink, “Your friends are waiting.”

With that, he wanders off into the crowd and Eddie, for the first time in weeks, feels a weight lift off his shoulders and heart.

Maybe it doesn’t have to be complicated.

Maybe it just needs time and trust and mutual understanding.

He’s willing to try, willing to do everything to make this work

Because what he’s definitely not willing to do, is to give up one love for another.

[raya-hunter01]

What Are We? Pt. 2/2

What Are We?

Jey Uso X OC (Kayla)

Sefa

Roman X Jade

Jimmy X Trin

Rhea Ripley

Rating: 18+ Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, making up

Jey and Kayla have been friends and lovers for years. What happens when Kayla is tired of Jey asking for space instead of putting a label on what their relationship is. The script is flipped when Kayla is the one who asks for space and cuts off contact with Jey for six months, even moving out of the state.

What happens when Rhea, Bianca, and Trin invite Kayla to celebrate her birthday in Pensacola and Jey finds out? Can he finally admit he loves her or are they better off apart? This was requested by @royalkay23 kay-tale25 thank you for being so patient and I hope you like it Part one is below in case you missed it....

Part one----https://www.tumblr.com/raya-hunter01/756669353888563200/what-are-we-pt-12?source=share

Part 2

Pensacola, FL

Kayla's POV

“You might wanna slow down Kayla,” Jade warned taking my glass of champagne. “I ain’t had much, it’s cool cuz.” We went deep sea diving if you could believe that one. I always wanted to do it but never dared to do it.

“Look, I just know you when the alcohol takes over… Your mouth gets reckless.” Chuckling I looked around at my friends, my sisters.” I love ya’ll though so I ain’t got nothing to go off about.”

“Well, you might be mad when we get back to shore,” Bianca said as I rolled my eyes. “I already know that the guys are waiting for us,” I said as Trin looked at Jade.

“Don’t look at me, I ain’t said shit.”

“Sefa texted me, he didn’t want me to be caught off guard by Jey. I think whatever Jey has done he has roped Sefa into it.”

“Do you think Jey is telling the truth about loving you and ready to try?” Jade asked as I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t-”

“Cut the shit, you know Josh loves you, he’s just stupid as hell,” Trin interjected as Jade laughed putting on her sunglasses.

“I think you need to tell him what you want from him Kay,” Jade said as I rolled my eyes.

“He’ll be waiting till hell freezes over,” I said as Rhea sighed. “Look, just tell him you want him to tell Cameron where to go. I’m sure he will have no problem doing what you ask.”

“Rhea, he ain’t stupid…Jey, should be able to read the room and tell that desperate bitch to step the fuck off,” Trin said as I put my shades on.

“I shouldn’t have to hold his hand, he should know what to do.  Right now he ready to crash out on Tama for showing me where the fuckin’ bathroom was but a whole ex bitch feels comfortable enough to show up to his house when she feels like it.”

“Or just being messy in general,” Jade added as I pointed at her. “Exactly! As soon as the bitch started posting he should have shut it down. I ain’t got time for that bullshit, show me you want me. Actions speak louder than words.”

“Ok, I see your point, but you know he loves you,” Bianca said not meaning any harm “Does he Bee?” I asked as she looked at me in shock before sipping her champagne. “Let me shut up before I get cussed out.”

“I ain’t mean it like that Bianca, it’s just hard to tell where Jey’s head is at…Hell where my head  is at.”

“You love him and you miss him,” Bianca said as I looked out at the beautiful gulf.

“As bad as he’s pissed me off, I know he loves you,” Jade slipped in as I hid behind my shades. “You can’t hide forever girly,” Trin whispered as my text alert went off.

“Let me guess Loverboy?” Trin teased as I passed her my phone. “Nope, it’s Tama asking would I like to go out and grab a drink tonight.”

“Uh, no….Jey ain’t bout to kill us and plus we got something  planned,” Rhea said before heading over to talk to our guide.

“How he got your number? Trin said passing me back my phone as I shrugged my shoulders.

“No clue, but I will text him and let him know it’s a no go. I ain’t got time for drama.”

Jey’s POV

“Man, you sure it’s a good idea for you to be here,. You could have stayed with Roman and helped him get the stuff at the venue for tomorrow,” Jimmy said watching the boat get closer to shore.

“I promise I ain’t gon’ pressure her, I just wanna see her. Look, I preciate ya’ll helping me get in touch with that florist to do the pool at they crib.”

“Well, he was happy for the business and I promise I’ll do my part if we make it to the party. You know how your mouth gets you trouble.”

“I will owe you one, I promise I’mm make it right.”

“You better cause’ I ain’t wit two of my favorite people not talking.  Plus, ya’ll are good for each other,” Jimmy said I cracked a smile seeing the attendant helping the girls off the boat.

My baby looked good, Bianca’s picture didn’t do her justice and I wanted to ask why the fuck Tama was up under her post lurking but didn’t want to push my luck.

“Sefa, thank you so much,” Jade said walking over to give him a hug as Kayla cut her eyes at me.

Kayla’s POV

"I'mma heading to the van," I whispered trying to avoid Jey but i knew he would follow me.

“Why are you following me, Jey?” I asked annoyed and not wanting to argue.

“I ain’t following you, I just came with Sefa to deliver the package for Jade and I’m glad I did,” Jey said falling in step with me as I returned to the van leaving the girls with Sefa and Jimmy.

“Coulda’ fooled me, I ain’t got time for this Jey,” I said looking down at my phone seeing another message from Tama.

“Hopefully, I will see you tomorrow beautiful, enjoy your birthday.”

“Thank you, I will try to do that,” I responded as Jey kissed his teeth.

“Who is that blowin’ your phone up, is it that fool?” Jey asked trying to look at my phone as I held it to my chest.

"I caught his lil response to Bianca's post. What's up wit dat shit?"

“Don’t worry about it,” I whispered praying the girls would hurry up. I was ready to go get a nap before whatever they had planned for tonight.

“Look, I know it’s your business, I just wanted to give you this and to tell you that I will see you tomorrow,” Jey whispered kissing me gently on the cheek, and placing an envelope in my hand.

“Jey-”

“Open it when you’re alone,” he said heading back over to join everyone before I could answer.

The whole way back to the house I wanted to open it so bad, but I held off. The ride home was quiet after our little visit with the Fatu brothers. I personally think they knew I was pissed so they weren’t trying to poke the bear.

 “So, I don’t want you to shoot the messenger but have orders for you,” Jade said as I sighed.

“What would that be?” I asked as we got out of the van heading inside the house.  “Go get a quick swim before you go upstairs.”

“Why?”

“Look, stop being hardheaded and just go out back,” Trin said as I sighed heading through the kitchen.

“Well, it will have to wait a minute cause I ain’t mixing ocean and pool water together,” I said heading upstairs to grab a quick shower and change into my other swimsuit I bought for the trip.

I didn’t even get a chance to hit the top step. “Go back and get your envelope,” Jade said standing at the bottom of the stairs as I rolled my eyes but went back and got it.

“Damn, ya’ll bossy, ain’t gon' be too many more times of ya'll tellin’ me what to do,” I muttered grabbing the letter and heading back downstairs.

“Go and enjoy your swim. We’ll check on you in a few minutes and thank you for your cooperation, brat,” Trin said as something in the pool. What is that I asked walking toward the patio door as Trin laughed. "Go see.. I think you're gonna like it," she whispered walking away.

“Oh my god,” I gasped in awe going out on the patio and seeing the beautiful array of flowers in the pool, with a special message wishing me a happy birthday.

"Damn it, Josh," I whimpered overwhelmed by his kind gesture of love. I couldn’t believe Jey had done this, with the envelope still in my hand I went and sat at the end of the pool soaking my feet, just enjoying the moment.

I had to admit this was amazing, after looking around to make sure I was alone I opened the envelope he had given me.

Kay,

I know this doesn’t erase the pain I have put you through, but I just had to let you know that nothing will ever compare to you. I plan to spend this weekend and the rest of my life letting you know how much you mean to me.  I wanted you to know that I love you and you’re worth it. We are worth fighting for and I won’t give up, enjoy your swim. Kay Kay.”

Love,

Joshua

“That little shit,” I chuckled wiping my tears as I felt a pair of arms  wrap around me briefly before sitting beside me, Indian style. “You ok Kayla?” Rhea asked as I nodded trying to get myself together.

“He did all this,” I whispered in disbelief as she smiled. “Yeah, he did….You know it’s ok to be happy about what he did and it's ok to want to be with him, Kay .”

“I’m scared Rhea, I’m scared of getting hurt again. I love Jey, but I can’t keep getting my heart broken.”

“Kayla, he’s scared of not being enough and losing you. That is his truth and he’s not afraid to admit what he wants now.”

“So what do I do with that? I mean, so much has happened and Cameron is still ar-”

“You follow your heart and do what you feel. I promise, these last six months, he’s done a lot of growing up and I feel he’s finally serious. Kayla, you gotta really give him a chance to show you.” She responded as I lowered myself into the beautiful pool.

“I’ll think about it.” I sighed enjoying the water and playing with the rose petals.

 “You know we will support you every step of the way. Now enjoy your swim in this beautiful pool, I gotta admit, Uce did good,” Rhea said standing up.

“I can’t believe he did this, but yea,….He did great.” I said looking around appreciating the time and effort he put in. Maybe he was serious about us being together and truly giving it a try this time.

“Hey, pose for a picture so I can send it to doofus and make it sexy boo.”

“Fine,” I sighed striking a pose. “Yea, show him them buns girl, we gettin’ you laid tonight; we’ll worry about the technicalities tomorrow.”

“Rhea, no I’m not!” I hissed breaking my pose. “Nice, he gon’ love that one.”

“Rhea, I’m not sleepin’ with Jey.”

“Why not? I’m serious, get you a quickie tonight, and go back to being mad tomorrow. Just let him know what you want and what it is. I know he won’t tell you no because he wants you just as bad.”

“That’s using him Rhea, I can’t do that.”

“Uh, yes you can because I guarantee he’s horny as fuck too, so you’re not using him. Ya’ll are technically helpin’ each other out. Familiar dick is better than random dick.”

“Bye Rhea,” I whispered going deeper into the water as she laughed heading back inside.

“I am not sleepin’ with him….I am not sleepin’ with that man.”

"Keep tellin' yourself that and maybe you'll believe it!"

---

Jey’s POV

I felt some hope as I talked to the girls and they were telling me about how Kayla seemed surprised with my first gift for her birthday weekend.

“So, did she really love it? I mean, do you think it was too much?” I asked Trin as she smiled. “It’s never too much to show someone how much you love them.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, she loves it and is currently swimming as we speak. That was smooth little brother,” she beamed into the phone as I found myself smiling.

“I’m just trying to let her know I’m serious and that I love her.”

“Well you’re off to a good start, and Sefa told Jade about your plan for the party and I already know I’mma be a blurring mess.”

“Don’t do it sis, I need you to help so I can’t have you falling to pieces on me.”

“I’ll try but I want you to be sure, because if you hurt her-”

“I promise I won’t…Aye, I saw on ya’ll itinerary it said concert. Who ya’ll going to see?”

“Usher!” Trin gushed as I rolled my eyes.

“Ush- You know what, just keep her- ya’ll stay safe,” I said stumbling over my words as I opened a picture message Rhea had sent me a picture message.

“Fuckin’ hell, Kayla” I whispered.

“You ok over there Jey, you looked flushed,” Trin asked as I cleared my throat. “I’m g-good, ya’ll be safe tonight and have fun and keep ya’ll location on cause’ I know how ya’ll get.”

“We will.” And with that, I left them to their girl’s night and myself to sulk about missing Kayla.

I know the picture was probably Rhea’s idea, but Kay participated and whether she wants to admit it or not we are breaking some ground.

My heart almost stopped as my text alert for Kayla went off.

“Thank you for thinking of me, this is so nice. I love it.”

“You don’t have to thank me baby, just enjoy your birthday and I’m glad you love it because I love you.”

“Jey, I just wanted to tell you, thank you. That is all."

“I’m just sayin’ how I feel and I’m willing to wait… No pressure and you are welcome, beautiful.”

"Talk to you later."

----

Later that night

Usher Concert

Kayla’s POV

“Don’t let me fall,” I squealed feeling a dip in the floor as the girls chuckled.

“We won’t just trust us.... You are going to enjoy it,” Rhea said a little louder as I heard more voices, and they seemed excited.

“Where the hell are we ya’ll?” I asked hearing what appeared to be a crowd as Bianca laughed finally removing my blindfold.

“OMG Usher! No fuckin’ way!” I screamed, looking around the arena.

“Surprise!” They all yelled. “Are ya’ll serious right now?” I squealed as Jade grabbed my hand showing me to our table for the evening.

“Yes, ma’am cause’ only the best for you, cuz.”

“Ya’ll I can’t repay ya’ll for this,” I cried as Trin hugged me. “Ain’t no pay back, we wanted you to have an awesome birthday and we gon’ make sure that happens. You just enjoy yourself.”

“Yea, let’s turn up one time for the birthday girl,” Bianca yelled as I squealed ready to party and enjoy the concert with my family.

And boy did we ever, the concert was amazing, and dare I say so were the drinks that had me kind of floating by mid-show. “Look! He’s coming over!” Rhea said excitedly.

There goes my baby….

“Oh my god, I’m too drunk for this shit!” I screamed as it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as he sang the sultry tune coming closer.

“Girl, he’s looking at you,” Jade screamed as I looked at her in shock as Rhea took my drink.

“I don’t think you need this right now.”

“Hell nawl, and you betta dance bitch,” Trin said as he came up.

“ We got my ladies from the WWE in the house. Bianca Belair, Rhea Ripley, Naomi, and Jade Cargill in the house” he smiled giving them a hug. “I also heard it is your birthday Kayla," he said shooting me a steamy gaze as I blushed realizing they set my ass up.

“There goes my baby.. There she go, there she go,” he sang pulling me close as I began whining my hips, maintaining a respectable distance but doing my thang.

Hell, this was Usher, and I was single, I mean it's just harmless fun. It ain’t like I was going to take him home or anything.

Lovin’ everything you do, oouu girl look at you.

“You betta work bitch! Work him!” Jade screamed as we continued to dance as the crowd cheered.

“Jey is going to lose his shit,” I faintly heard Rhea say laughing as I saw a light from Jade’s phone.  He probably will lose his shit, but right now I don’t care. Man, this is Usher….

I said Oouu girl, look at you…

Pinch me, I am really dancing with Usher as he’s serenading me. “Happy birthday Kayla,” he said giving me a hug before heading back towards the stage

“Ok…..Best birthday ever!!!!” I squealed covering my face with my hands jumping up and down with excitment.

---

Luv's Bar & Grill

Jey’s POV

“Aye, we supposed to be playin’ pool but you in your phone,” Sefa said as I frowned looking at Jade’s latest post live showing Kayla dancing with- I don’t even wanna say it.

"How the fuck they pull that shit off?” I muttered feeling my jealousy takin’ hold watchin’ my woman dancin’ up on Usher.  

“Talkin’ bout Usher?......He’s a wrestling fan so it wasn’t hard for Jade to get the VIP section on the floor,” Joe said as I frowned seeing Trin had posted as well so I clicked on her story.

“Turn down for what, huh?”  I said looking at Kayla posing in front of two drinks, obliviously drunk as hell. Man, I said keep her safe, that meant sober too, shit.

“Man, Kayla drunk as fuck,” I hissed as Jimmy laughed. “Well, it’s her birthday weekend and she rarely drinks, let her turn up if she wants. You know Rhea don’t really drink, she got her,” Jimmy said leaning over to look at my phone, seeing Trin’s post.

“I’m just used to being there when she does, I just get worried is all.”

“Look, I sent a car to get them an hour ago, we got everything under control, Uce.” Roman said as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Where they at now anyway, Kayla got her location off.”

“I ain’t tellin’ you for you to bother them, just know they good, and will be home in about an hour.”

"How you be cool with Jade, out here wildin.'"

"Easy, she ain't wildin' out, she's out having fun with her family and friends..I know that's my woman and I trust her. You'll understand it more once you and Kayla get back on track."

"Thanks, Dr. Phil."

I knew I should have held off, but I couldn’t help it. It didn’t help seeing a world-renowned superstar checking out the woman you love.  So, I did the only thing I could and that was to text her.

--

Kayla’s POV

It seemed like Jey got to our location in under ten minutes, leaving me confused still trying to figure out how he got our location. We had stopped by a friend of Trin's that was throwing a party. I spotted Jade by the window smirking.

"Please, don't make that man get out of the car. I can see the steam comin' from his ears now. He just told me you're ignoring his texts now.

"You the one who dropped our location didn't you?"

"Hey, don't blame me...You told him you were horny, i'm just helping you both out."

"I just can't believe you told him where we were...Really, Jade?" I hissed seeing Jey opening the passenger side door.

"Uh, yea cause you was playin' wit dat man..Stop frontin' go talk that man and get what you need from him."

"Jade, go tell him I passed out, and to call me in the morning," I whispered as she scoffed. "Mannnn, gon' turn dat man the fuck out, and be done," she said opening the door. "Here she comes, Jey!" She yelled pushing me outside and closing the door behind me as I growled.

Then his fine ass standing beside the passenger door with a smirk wasn't helpin' either as I slowly walked to the car.

"Damn, I was bout to come get you," he said helping me in the car, making sure my dress didn't get caught in the door before he shutting it.

"Just calm your damn nerves, Kayla" I whispered watching him walk around the front of the car. "Damn him....He knows I love him in white," I groaned taking in his sweat suit.

"Don't know what you thought this was? Knowin' damn well i'm comin' when you tell me what you need. Don't even play wit me like dat," I heard him utter under his breath as he started the car.

Knowing maybe I pushed him too far, I sipped on my water not saying a word as he chuckled to himself. "Oh, after talkin' all dat shit, you wanna sober up now, huh."

"Oh, fuck you Jey," I whispered thinking he didn't catch it but he did. as we spun off.

"Oh that's what you bout to do...Fuck me real good so we can both chill the fuck out and work on our relationship," he said brazen as hell as I felt my pussy pulse and my heart race.

"Jey-"

"Nah, you been hangin' out, dancin' up on Usher n shit.. Twirlin' my ass and pussy round. Mothafucka lookin' at you like he wanted to fuck you right where you stood."

"Huh-"

"Don't play wit me...I saw Jade's live.. Yea, you was enjoying dat shit wasn't you, just blushin' n shit."

"Hell yea, it's Usher...Fuck you talkin' bout?"

"Kay-" Jey whispered gripping the steering tighter as I ignored him and kept talking.

"And pardon me, you talkin' about I was twirlin' YOUR ass and pussy around for him? Last time I checked all those things belong to me, sir It's my fuckin' body, especially when you were unsure of what you wanted when I was with yo' ass."

"Kayla-" Jey warned as I kissed my teeth on and kept right on rambling.

"Boy, that was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and like I told you I'm grown," I said with an attitude as we screeched to a halt at the red light.

"You love pissin' me off don't you?" Jey asked, leaning over and gently grasping my throat making me look at him as I moaned.

"Yea, this what you wanted ain't it? For me to be about my business, right? Stand on business right? Well let me tell you somethin', you my business," he whispered pulling me into a possessive kiss that left me a whimpering, complying mess.

"And yea you a grown woman...but you forgot the most important part.. You my woman, and I don't play bout you." The confession rendered me speechless as the car behind us blew its horn.

"Got me fucked up." Jey let me go and threw his hand up to the car before turning off the road.

Now one thing about me is I can back up the shit I talk. I ain’t neva scared but I was having second thoughts as we finally parked at the beach. We really needed to talk first. I froze as Jey opened his door and got in the back seat taking off his shirt.

“I-I-uh like your Explorer, it’s a 2025, right?” I asked as he smirked knowing I was stalling.

“Stop stalling, and come take a ride, Kay Kay,” he whispered patting his thighs as I involuntarily moaned, straight drenched at the thought of him being inside me again.

“Jey, maybe we shouldn’t, we still need to talk,” I sighed looking back at him hating to be the buzzkill casue what just happened at that redlight had me even more horny.

“We will but right now, we both need this. You told me what you wanted and I’m here to give it to you because I need it too.”

“Jey, it’s going to make it complicated-”

“No, it’s not cause’ I done told you, neither one of us is leavin’ Pensacola without us workin’ this shit out, Ma. I need you in my life.”

“Since when do you need me in your life?” I asked, wiping my tears as he reached up and pulled me onto his lap, making me look at him.

“Kay, I’ve always needed you in my life, and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it, baby. I’m sorry, I couldn’t be what you needed me to be, but I promise, it’s just you and me."

“Why are you sayin’ this now after everything?”

“Because I know how it feels to lose you, and I can’t again. I swear if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

I wanted to hear those words for so long and I couldn’t believe it was happening. I wanted to be happy, but I needed to know about Cameron.

I needed to know the minute she made her presence felt again by trying to get in his head that he wouldn’t run for the hills.

“What about Cameron?” I asked as he reached up and kissed my tears.

“I want you, not her Kayla and I’m sorry I didn’t nip that shit in the bud when she first started trying to come back around. I should have never let her disrespect you.”

“That really hurt how you kept me in limbo, I loved-”

“Loved?! Jey interrupted getting irritated... "Kayla, I love you, and I know you love me. Can you just admit that first?"

He was right and forty years from now I would still love him..I had to stop running if I wanted this...If I wanted us to work.

“I do love you…..It’s just  that it seemed like you didn’t care at all how quickly you would turn off your feelings and would become distant claiming you needed space.”  

I felt his longing and I felt bad for bringing down the mood but I needed to know.

“I’mma be honest, I’m just so used to people always having an agenda and using me that I just always felt underserving of the love you’ve always gave me.  I didn’t want to hurt you, like I felt I didn’t deserve of you.

“Jey, you are deserving, everyone is deserving of love,” I whispered hugging him as I felt him release the breath he had been holding as we held each other.

 “You have no idea how bad I wanted you.  How bad I wanted to be your man and how crazy it drives me to even think about another man touchin’ you… kissin' you…... Being inside you, when I know you are meant you to be mine. When I know you were made just for me.”  

“ I definately understand after tonigh but Jey, I haven’t-”

“Look at me and let me finish, Kay,” Jey pleaded as I took a deep breath and looked at him, his hands caressing mine.

 “I know you haven’t been with anybody else. I- I just wanted you to know I always wanted you, and it was nothing you did. I just had to navigate through a lot of shit, but I’m ready now.”

“You sure you’re ready now? Cause’ I don’t want my heart broken again, Josh. Why should I believe you now?” I whispered his declarations sobering me up as I caressed his face.

“Because I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life wit you.” he whispered our lips meeting in a slow hesitant kiss testing the waters, growing hungrier and more passionate by the milliseconds. “I need to see you,” Jey moaned pulling my dress down to my waist along with my bra, kneading my breasts.  

“I need you so bad,” I moaned against his lips, as he lifted his hips, helping me release his aching dick from his confining sweats.

“I need you more,” he groaned, sliding my panties to the side anxiously lifting my hips, lowering me slowly onto his dick.

“J- Jey!” I screamed as he filled me, stilling my hips allowing me time to adjust. “I know baby, breathe. Take ya’ time, and get what you need, Kayla” he whispered as something primal inside me snapped.

“I need you,” I moaned swirling my hips as his eyes rolled back in his head as he leaned back spreading his arms wide across the seat giving me full control.

“Hell yea…Take what you need, I need you too….Yea, use daddy to get what you need,” he groaned as I leaned back locking my hands on his knees riding him. “You want me to use you, daddy,” I asked as he nodded in deep concentration, biting his lower lip.

“Yes! Fuck, you ridin’ dat dick. You missed me, didn’t you?” he moaned. “Yes, did you miss me?” I moaned, leaning forward and nipping at his bottom lip bouncing without care. I didn’t give a damn about the burning in my thighs as I rode him good and hard.

“You know I missed you, fuck just like that. Let daddy taste dem titties, It’s been too long,” Jey growled latching onto one the swollen buds greedily sucking as I gasped momentarily slowing down my ministrations, but he was having no parts in it as he began meeting my thrusts.

“Stop playin’ wit me…You said, you wanted to ride my dick till you squirted on it. Now do dat shit, ride dat dick and get yo’ nut, Kayla,” he ordered against my breasts as I cried out in pleasure unable to speak.

“You wanted control, and I gave it to you, don’t make me take over."

“Mmm, don’t you dare, it’s my birthday and I can do what I want.”

“I know, but stop playin’ wit it- oh fuck yea, that’s it baby,” Jey praised, groaning in pleasure as I readjusted, planting my feet on the seat, beginning to  bounce faster. “Shit, dats it, get what you need baby, I’m right here.”

My juices coating his dick as tiny spasms began to trickle through my body. “Fuck, I missed you, so much Kay. Mmhm, I missed drowin’ in this good ass pussy.”

“She loves ridin' this big dick, that’s why she's so wet..Oh...Fuck you drive me crazy!" I cried seeing tunnel vision, chasing my nut.

“ And you luv dat shit...Fuck, I feel it comin’..Uh-huh, just listen," he moaned as my world exploded. “Yes! Oh god, yes!” I cried, the dam breaking, the force almost making me buck off of Jey’s lap as he held me in place groaning in pleasure as we shared a searing kiss.

"Fuck yea, Ma," he growled gripping my hips, thrusting me harder down on his dick as he fell over the edge. "Yea, get all," he growled cummin' inside me as I purred in satisfaction, greedily kissing and suckling on his neck leaving a mark of my own for the world to see.

"That was crazy," I whispered feeling a thousand times better.

“Yes, it was and now I don’t wanna let you go,” Jey moaned as we calmed down. My thoughts though overwhelming I knew what my heart desired.  “Then don’t……Never let me go.”

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Rhea’s POV

“Did Kayla text you?,” Trin asked as I ate my food trying to put something on my stomach.

“No, I ain’t seen her, but I know she’s good,” I said not being worried in the slightest knowing she was with Jey. And  almost like clockwork the front door opened and Kayla entered carrying her shoes.

“Uh huh come on in here, creepin’ in the house at 4 a.m.," Bianca joked as Trin was taking her hair down.

“Why ya'll ain’t sleep?” Kayla whined as I laughed taking in her appearance. Yea, Jey knocked her ass out the frame.

“So, how did it go?” Trin asked as Kayla sighed sitting beside me grabbing a fry.

“It went ok, we talked it out,” Kayla said as I smiled seeing she was more relaxed and at ease.

“Really, and here I thought you were just going for him to knock the Mario coins outta you.”

“Rhea!”

“What, did he not?” Jade asked as Kayla blushed.

“More like I rode him through the night,” Kayla mumbled as we screamed, truly happy for them.

“Oouu shit! That’s what I’m talking bout boo, get yo’ man,” Bianca said as Kayla cracked a smile. “We even went to Waffle House and caught an early breakfast.”

“I was wondering where ya’ll was at, I saw his fuckin’ story. Ya, man looked refreshed and fucked out,” Trin said passing Kayla her phone.

“Oh, god I can’t with him,” Kayla said standing up and stretching. “Thank you, my beautiful sisters, for everything and for waiting up for me,” she whispered giving us each a hug before heading upstairs.

Yea, those two were going to be ok…I just knew they would.

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Later that Afternoon

WWE house show

Kayla’s POV

“Girl, what’s up with your men fighting?” Jade said as I rolled my eyes.

“What are you talkin’ about? I ain't got no men...I'm just with Jey, and we're trying to figure that out,” I said not wanting to really deal with any drama but from the look on Jade’s face, it was about to be some.

“Well, I posted a little collage of us from early this morning and Tama commented, then Jey come on there basically calling him a stalker.”

“Are you serious, right now?”

“Girl, I shut my comments off before they got started but have you talked to Tama.”

“I told him I wasn’t interested so that should have been it.”

“I was just giving you the heads up.”

“Thanks, cuz. I don’t need either one of them to get in trouble,” I said grabbing a plate as we moved through the catering line.

Hearing the door open, I looked over just in time to see Cameron enter the canteen on her phone. “Girl, you’ll never believe who is here,” she said as Jade grabbed my arm pulling me towards our table.

“She ain’t worth it, Kayla,” she said as I sat down trying to tune her out as Trin, Jimmy and Jey came in engrossed in their conversation having no idea what they were walking into.

 Then the bitch actually had the audacity to walk by acting like she was still talking on the phone. “I can’t believe she’s so desperate knowing all I gotta do is bat my eyes and Jey will stop talking to her. That’s’ my dick and she knows it.”

“Uh, excuse me, but do we have a problem?” I asked as she stopped, and looked back at me rolling her eyes.

“No problem at all, just ask Jey where he was all last night…He was with me all night,” she chuckled as I laughed.

“Oh, was he?” I asked as Jey made his way over to us with Jimmy and Trin in tow.

“Yea, he was…I rocked his world. Didn’t you see his post about me?” she lied as I nodded my head..

“What you doin’ over here Cameron?” Jey asked, moving to stand in front of me. I guess he was worried about her trying to jump me while I was sitting down but I wished a bitch would. I was still sitting cause I was waiting for her to act stupid and give me a reason to tag her ass.

“Oh, she was just telling me how she was with you last night but I find it hard to believe since you were knee-deep in me last night,” I said casually leaning back in my chair and folding my arms.

“Shit, it’s like that?” Jimmy whispered as Trin elbowed him in the stomach. “Not the time, sir.”

“Oh, it is cause’ I’m sicka her.”

“Look, your obsession with me gotta stop Cameron because it ain’t no us and ain’t been for years. Move on wit your life, I’m over the guilt trippin’ and you showin’ up to my crib when you please.”

“Jey, we have a connection you just can’t cut off. You can’t reduce us to nothing.” Is this bitch serious, you cheated on this man.

“Cameron, I tried to help you, but you just wanted to manipulate me. You wanted to see what you could get away with and how far you could push but enough is enough.”

“Jey, you late.....I clocked that tea from the beginning, that’s why I would get so pissed off when she would post shit or would come around.” Manipulative ass.

“Stay outta this Kayla, I liked it better when you were a quiet as a mouse. Look, Jey loves me and not you.” 

“Bi-”

“No, I love Kayla…I’ve always loved her, and I’m done wasting time,” Jey said looking back at me smiling.

“Jey, you really trippin’ over her? ” Cameron asked as I stood up. “Ok, you ain’t gon’ keep talking bout me like I ain’t here. The old days are over, and wrestler or not, I’ll beat yo’ ass.”

“I’d love to see you try, skank.”

“Aye, watch ya mouth, that’s my girl and you ain’t gon’ disrespect her. So to answer ya question, yea I am trippin’ over her."

“Jey, come on-”

Look, I love Kayla end of discussion so you can move along,” Jey said cutting her off. I could feel the anger and embarrassment coursing through her veins, and I couldn't care less.

Jey was putting his foot down and I couldn't be happier as I felt Jade tug on the back of my shirt. I looked back at her as she quietly pointed towards Jey before making a muscle "I love a strong man girl," whispered as I snickered.

“Ugh, fine, whatever I don’t need this, I got a show to do. Enjoy my sloppy seconds, Kayla,” Cameron said as I looked back at her and smiled.

“Kay, just chill baby, it ain’t worth it,” Jey pleaded knowing this conversation could go left at any moment as I waved him off.

“I’m good, Jey. I’m just trying to figure out how I’m enjoying her sloppy seconds when I had you first…Like years before her. So, while she was swallowing you all up, she was eating all this good good,” I said with a small smile.

“Ugh! You nasty bitch..I-I-I-”

 “I- I- I-…. Oh, you finally speechless, huh….Well, I have a question for you Cameron, how did I taste?” I asked as Jey cleared his throat.  “Good as fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as I smirked having heard him.

“Fuck you!” she screamed before storming out of the canteen as Trin, and Jade busted out laughing.

"A'ight the party is over mind ya'll business," Jey announced to his fellow coworkers who were whispering among themselves.

“Oou, not how did I taste bitch?” Trin said as I shrugged my shoulders.

It was what it was i was tired of her shit...

Tama’s POV

“Damn, Jey ain’t letting Kayla out his sight,” I said as Jacob rolled his eyes. Cameron got her ass told off, but I can’t believe how easily Kayla apparently has forgiven Jey. I mean they were the talk of the damn Locker room when all that shit went down.

“Aye, mane….. Jey don’t play bout Kayla, and I don’t either so watch yo’self and stop while you ahead.”

“I just wanna talk to her,” I said watching them head towards the ring area.

“A’ight, but if she tells me you makin’ her uncomfortable, your ass is mine,” Jacob said as we got up to throw away our plates before heading towards ringside to go over what we were doing later on with Jey and Jimmy.

I knew I shouldn’t have but when we went down the aisle instead of getting in the ring I hoped over the rail and went to sit beside Kayla who was about five rows back talking to Bianca and Rhea.

“That was a good spot, ya’ll gonna kill it tonight,” Kayla said as Bianca and Rhea gave each other a high five.

“Ladies, it’s good to see ya’ll at work..Didn’t think ya’ll would make it from all the fun ya’ll had last night,” I said as Kayla looked at me strangely.

“Hey, Tama look, I don’t think this is a good idea to keep poking the bear. I know you know by now that Jey and I are trying to figure stuff out and I told you the other day, i'm not with the drama," she said looking at Jey, who had spotted me.

“Aye, what the fuck you doin’? You suppose to be in the ring wit us going over what we doin’ for the match, not in my girlfriend’s face.”

“Um, I didn’t know she was with you, Uce. My bad, Jey. Kayla, I’m sorry if I overstepped, I just wanted to tell you that you got options if it doesn’t work out,” I said boldly pointing between her and Jey before getting up and going to the ring as Jey cut his eyes at me.

Maybe I made it worse, but I had to let Kayla know that if he messes up again, I’m definitely willing to dry her tears. Do I have any regrets, not a damn one…

Were the Usos going to work me hard tonight. Probably…  But at least Jey knows he’s got some competition now if he fucks this up.

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The Overview Gulf

Kayla’s POV

The dinner party was beautiful and lowkey as I wanted. We had a lovely dinner, and Roman had even rented out the place so we didn't have to worry about people not invited intruding.

“Where did Jey and Sefa go?” I asked looking around opening the last of my gifts as Jade tried to change the subject.

 “How are you liking the party?” she asked as I looked around the room at our family and friends having a good time eating and talking to each other.

“Ya’ll did awesome, and the food was great? Have you seen Jey?” I asked again as Trin shrugged her shoulders, walking off.

“Ok, now I know you're up to something, but I still love you!” I yelled as she waved walking towards the side of the stage. “Love you too, boo!” She yelled back before disappearing behind the stage.

 “So are you leaving Savannah? You know Jey still has his old house her and one in Atlanta.”

“I’m going home, but Jey is flying out to Savannah to see me after Raw. We’re taking things slow; he realizes I need time and he’s willing to wait.”

“I’m glad ya’ll were able to talk and come back together, ya’ll are great together.” Rhea whispered giving me a hug as Trin came out on stage.

“Alright, I need the birthday girl up here off to the side of the piano for her last surprise,” she said as I looked at Jade. “What is she up too?”

“I promise, you’re gonna love it,” she whispered pulling me towards the front as I saw a large white thrown chair being wheeled out.

I saw Jey out the corner of my eye now dressed in all white button-down shirt and jeans, carrying a large bouquet of white roses.

“What are you doing?” I asked, nervously biting my lower lip.

“Givin’ my baby her flowers, can't a man in love do that?" he asked as I gave him a hug.

“Yes, you can and thank you,” I whispered as he gently kissed me on the lips. “Take a seat and enjoy.”

“Enjoy what, sir,” I asked as he smiled and sat down at the piano. Sefa then walked out with his guitar.

 “No way,” I cried as Trin helped Sefa set up his microphone as he sat down to warm up on his guitar.

“I don’t normally do this and neither does my brother, but we wanted to do a little snippet of this song for you on your birthday. We love you Kayla and happy birthday.”

“Thank you and I love ya’ll too,” I cried wiping my tears as they began playing the opening cords of John Legends All of Me.

What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding

I can't pin you down

God, I can’t believe they did this. Sefa rarely sings in public and he was doing this for me..For Jey. I felt a tap on my shoulder and it was Trin who passed me some tissue as I silently bawled.

What's going on in that beautiful mind?

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me

But I'll be alright

Watching Jey in deep concentration as he focused on the keys made me smile. He always had a passion for music but his passion for wrestling won out in the end. Now singing, that was Sefa’s niche, he could play instruments and sing.

He once had thought about a career but instead went into the family business. He said he was too shy to sing in front of crowds but here he was in front of our friends singing his heart out for my birthday.

My head's underwater

But I'm breathing fine

You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

 “I love you, don’t cry baby,” Jey whispered as I nodded wiping my tears. I know I must look a hot mess right now but I can’t help it.

Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose, I'm winning

'Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you, oh-oh

Did I mention that I am having the best birthday weekend ever!!!

“Now, if you want to see the rest, you gon’ have to go watch John Legend live 'cause that’s all I could learn to play on the guitar on such short notice,” Sefa joked coming over and giving me a hug as I chuckled.

“It was perfect and thank you so much for everything,” I whispered as he nodded against my shoulder.

“I got you, sis……Now let me move, I can feel his eyes on my back.”

“You know your brother, don’t you?” I smiled, looking up and seeing Jey watching trying to patiently wait his turn.

“Aye, how you get a hug before me? Move.” Jey joked as Sefa let me go.

“Easy, I did the hardest work. Now if you’d excuse me, I need to talk to the girls.” The pep in his step letting me know whatever they all had planned was just beginning.

“What are ya’ll up to now-” I started as Jey cut me off with a passionate kiss. Don’t worry about that, just let me do my thing.”

“Yes, sir..I ain’t sayin’ nothing else.”       

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Later that night

Jey’s house

Jey’s POV

“How did you get Sefa to agree to sing?” Kayla asked as I opened the front door.

“It's my secret, just know he showed up to help ya’ boy cause’ you know I can’t carry a fuckin’ tune.”

“No, you can’t, but I love you,” she laughed as I helped her out of her shoes. 

“I love you more, Ma…Now head upstairs I’m right behind you.”

“Yes, sir," she said with a mock salute still holding onto her flowers. Nervously I watched her as she headed towards my bedroom.

I really hoped she liked everything; we all had worked hard to put everything together at the last minute. I know me staying this weekend in Pensacola set them back, as they had their own plans for Kayla, but they helped bring my vision together.

"You know my heart is yours, right?” I whispered wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her close, gently kissing her temple.  “ Yes...And my heart is yours too, always has been.”

“Good, now keep going, baby I got another surprise for you.”

“Wait, there’s more?” Kayla whispered as I chuckled. “Yea, it is so gon’ in,” I said urging her further into my bedroom. "When did you find the time to do all this?" Kayla whispered overwhelmed.

“Do you like it?” I asked as she nodded, choked up. Grabbing my phone, I snapped a quick picture as she looked around in awe. I wanted to have something to look back on of this special moment.

“Jey, it’s pictures of us,” she said looking at each of the photos attached to the ribbons, taking her time.

"I swear I didn’t know everybody had so many pictures of us through the years,” I said as she smiled looking back at me, blushin’.

“You are truly full of surprises, Mr. Fatu,” Kayla whispered looking around the room before the glow from the patio caught her eye.

“Jey, this is too much,” she said as I laughed. “It's never too much Kay, but I promise this is the last surprise tonight. Do you remember how I wanted to add on to my balcony?"

Kayla’s POV

“You didn’t? You really had a mini pool put in up here?” I chuckled putting my flowers down as Jey’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, I did, and I want us to break it in.”

 “Break it in, huh?” I asked curiously walking onto the balcony and seeing all the beautiful candles.

“Yea..I can’t think of a better way than wit my girl…..So, are you game? I hear it’s amazin’ in the water.”

“I’m always game,” I smiled, shooting him a bashful smirk as he kissed my shoulders, ever so slowly pulling down the straps of my dress. A groan escaped his lips as my dress pooled at my feet as I stood naked under his piercing gaze.

"I’ve been wanting to take that off all night," he whispered pulling me against his chest as I sighed relaxing as he worshiped my body.

“Happy birthday Kay,” Jey whispered, lowering his head and brushing his lips gently against mine as I moaned, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he made quick work of his pants and underwear.

“Mm, thank you,” I gasped. Our kisses became more needy and passionate as Jey slid his hands down my body. Lifting me up by my hips and letting me feel just how much he needed me as he carried me into the pool.

“Daddy's got you, baby,” he assured me as I writhed in pleasure. “Please, I can’t wait,” I moaned as my hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they bucked against him.

“I gotchu, but I need to taste you first,” Jey whispered against my lips lowering me onto the pool steps towering over me.

Jey’s POV

 “Alexia, play Through the Night,” Kayla said as I smirked, my tongue teasingly swirling around each of her breasts taking my time as she moaned caressing my face. The sultry song intro filled the air as I smiled against her.

“Jey, baby,” Kayla gasped in desperation as I traced my tongue across her stomach and pelvic bone making me moan.

“I know baby.”

I know what you want

I know what you're thinking

And right now, I don't mind

Spreading her thighs wide, I licked my lips. “Mmm, I’ve missed this,” I groaned, closing my mouth over her clit as she gasps in shock entangling her fingers in my hair.

I'm tired of being alone

Way too much to drink

And I'm tired of wasting time

You know that love don't come easy

Her nails lightly scratching my scalp as she purred in pleasure pulling my head closer. “Fuck, yea, give it to me,” I moaned knowing it wouldn’t be long with the warmth of my mouth and the coolness of the water combined. Kayla’s senses were heightened, and she didn’t know what to do with herself. “You like dat? Talk to Daddy.”

“Jey, right there..Don’t stop!” she cried throwing her head back in pleasure as I hummed against her pussy, not stopping my ministrations as the water bubbled around us.

You know that love don't come easy

How do I know you'll never leave me?

Can you go for miles?

Feeling some things I ain't felt in a while

“Missed my pussy,” I moaned against her quivering body as her breathing became ragged. “I don’t want to cum yet,” she whined as I chuckled. “Too bad, 'cause’ you are...All.... night.... long......” I moaned sucking on her clit, flicking my tongue even faster against the sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck!” Kayla moaned; her hips arched against my face as I held her hips, refusing to let go. Her breathing was even more ragged as she grabbed my face in her hands and began to ride my face.

I think you should try (try)

Try to blow my mind (ooh)

Ooh

Think you should try (try)

To drive (drive) me through the night (ooh-ooh)

“Mmm, my baby tastes so good,” I groaned as she cried out. “Jey! I-I- oh god!” Kayla screamed as her orgasm tore through her like a freight train, her legs locked around my neck and her body jerked forward as she exploded before collapsing against the steps panting.

“You did so good, baby girl,” I praised with a satisfied smirk kissing her thighs tenderly before sliding back up to her. Our bodies now slick with a mix of chlorine and sweat.

Kayla’s POV

“I need you now,” I whispered against his lips as Jey picked me up, leaning me up against the wall of the pool. “Happy birthday, baby,” he moaned guiding himself slowly inside me as I clung to him. “Mmm, you take such good care of me,” I moaned as his hips snapped forward, bottoming out.

Rendezvous

Take time to catch a vibe with you

Take me up, love me deep

Make me weak with all of your mind

 “Always…I gotchu O lo'u masina.” The Excitement igniting deep within us as our bodies moved against the water. The pressure slowing our lovemaking and overwhelming us of it’s power.

 “Jey, mmm, baby,” I moaned as he hummed against my throat. “What you need, Ma? Talk to Daddy, you know he gotchu.”

“For us it to always be like this,” I gasped confessing my wish for the future.

Oh, you know that love don't come easy

How do I know that you'll never leave me?

Can you go for milеs?

Feeling some things I ain't felt in a while

“It's gon’ be better cause’ we locked in forever. I love you, Kay,” he rasped. His hands roaming over my wet skin as I relaxed fully surrendering to him. “I love you too,” I cried out, rocking my hips against his as our lips met in a desperate kiss.

The bubbles caressing our skin as the smell of lavender surrounded us.  “I’m yours….Never forget dat,”Jey whispered as I leaned into him laying my head on his shoulder whimpering in pleasure. “Mine.”

“yes, and you mine….Tell Daddy how good his dick feels. You love me makin' love to you, don't you baby?.. I need to know, Ma."

His words ignited a fire within me as his thrusts became more powerful as I bounced, trying to meet his thrust. The beautiful sultry song confessing my wishes for our relationship. "It feels so good..So fuckin' good," I gasped.

I think you should try (try)

Try to blow my mind (ooh)

Ooh

Think you should try (try)

To drivе (drive) me through the night (ooh-ooh)

“I’ll will always try to blow ya’ mind baby, cause’ you blow mine…. I’mma always try,” he declared in a whisper making my heart swell as I fell even more in love with him.

“Mmm, you do blow my mind Josh,” I cried into the night air wanting the world to hear me. The coolness of the water had nothing on the fire burning deep within us.

“I want you to cum….Do it, O lo'u masina..Do it for me,” Jey cooed, my nails now clawing at his back and neck as I hung on for dear life begging him. “Deeper….mmm, harder.. Uh! Deeper, fuck Jey,” I gasped as each thrust hit me harder than the last.

“I feel you close, fuck you squeezin’ Daddy’s dick so tight. Just hang on a lil longer,” Jey groaned, close himself. I could feel the tension rising in him with each majestical swirl of his hips.

Jey’s POV

 “I- I can’t hold it, much more,” Kayla moaned, her legs tightening even more around my waist.  I could never deny her? How could I, the beautiful image of her about to cum never fails to not make my heart race.

“Let go, Ma…I gotchu.”

So that the only time that I ain't looking at it

Is when my eyes roll back

And you bring me to my knees

“Oh, fuck!” She cried as her eyes rolled back and her teeth sank into her lower lip.  “Yea….Dat’s it..Let go, Kay,” I praised. Her pussy tightening around me even more blurring my vision as my ears began to ring loud and proud.

Gripping her tightly I drove into her hard and fast. “We gon’ make it work, you hear me?” I rasped. “We are,” Kayla whimpered.

Too good at pleasing me

And giving me just what I need

 “It’s us forever…..Say it,” I demanded, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss as she whimpered at its power. “It’s us, forever,” she gasped as I released her lips.

 Something primal seemingly snapped within me as her heels dug into my ass urging me to take her higher as her eyes never left mine. I had to make sure she knew I was serious about us being together.

 “I love you, and this is just the beginning,” I whispered as she smiled through her haze. “I love you more, and I can’t wait.” Our breathing growing more ragged by the second as we lost ourselves in each other.

I think you should try (try)

Try to blow my mind (ooh)

Ooh

Think you should try (try)

To drive me through the night

The lavender scented bubbles popping against our skin, adding to the sensory overload that had us both overwhelmed as we climbed higher and higher. The candles casting a heavenly glow across Kayla’s beautiful face as she finally let go.

“I’m I- I’m!” Kayla screamed into my mouth as her body shook with pleasure as my own end washed over me like a tidal wave. “Kay, fuck yea, shit, you feel so good,” I groaned as the aftershocks of our lovemaking washed over us as I held her tight.

“Best…Birthday ever,” Kayla moaned as I sighed in agreement. “We got plenty more to spend together and I plan on making each one better than the last,” I confessed as she smiled brightly at me.

“We’re going to be, ok?” She asked as I caressed her face.

“Yea, baby…We’re going to be ok,” I reassured her, feeling her heart pounding against my chest. “You’re mine and I ain’t lettin’ you go.”

“Promise.”

“I promise, it’s just you and me….Forever.”

It's not just making love

I need you to blow my mind

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The Next Evening

Pensacola Airport

“Call me when you land,” Jey whispered against my lips as I smiled.

“I will and you let me know when you get to the next city.” After such an amazing weekend it was hard to leave him.

“I will baby, and I’ll see you tomorrow night.” As we embraced, I was really tempted to change my flight and fly out with them for Raw..Like I a can’t act like the thought ain’t crossed my mind a couple times.

“Our flight is about to board….You gon’ have to let her go, Uce we gotta work,” Roman said as Jey sighed.

“I know…Don’t mean I gotta like it.”

“I’ll be waiting, go to work baby,” I assured him giving him one final kiss as we reluctantly parted going to different terminals.

The girls had an earlier flight and had left about an hour ago. Damn, this is the part I hate with a passion…Not wanting to leave… Sighing, I sat down and began looking through my pictures we had taken this weekend.

A few minutes later my phone rang startling me out of my thoughts as I smiled seeing Jey’s picture requesting a Facetime. "Boy it ain't even been 10 minutes," I smiled picking up.

“Hello, you missed me already," I joked as he smirked.”

“Actually yes, I did, so come meet me at terminal 12.”

“Jey, I wish I could, but they are about to call my flight in about 20 minutes. I wouldn’t get back over here in time.” I sighed in defeat really wanting to go over there.

“Don’t worry bout dat, I just bought you a ticket to come wit me.”

“Huh, Jey are you serious?” I asked in disbelief as he blushed…He fuckin’ blushed….

“Look, I just ain’t ready for this weekend to end, Kay…Just come to Raw wit me and then we can fly back to Savannah tomorrow night together.”

“Are you serious?”

“Kay, you should know by now that I ain’t playin’. Now don’t make me have to come get you,” he said holding up the extra plan ticket with a smile.

“Ok…let me get my bag,” I smiled as he seemed pleased with himself. “Hurry up, I miss you.”

“Damn, she got you whipped already…Sis, got dat ill na na, huh,” I heard Jimmy say in the background as Sefa and Roman laughed.

“Man, fuck you…I’m trying to spend some more time wit my girl, a’ight,” Jey said looking at Jimmy as I blushed.

“May bad, Uce…Kayla, you betta get over here…..Yo’ man losing his mind and he just saw you ten minutes ago,” Jimmy joked as Jey chuckled. “You heard my brotha, get yo’ fine ass over here.”

 “I’m on my way."

Hanging up, I grabbed my bag and headed to meet the guys. I didn’t know what was next, but we were off to a good start communicating and putting each other first.

I got to spend my birthday with my family and friends. Jey is back in my life and I guess only time will tell if it lasts, but I know one thing for certain…..

Life was great right now and this was definitely the best birthday I’ve ever had.

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[cute-sucker]

hi babe i’m offering my first born in return for more cowboy rafe?? 😩

note: you ask i deliver!! i'm begging for cowboy!rafe pls girl send me more asks about him, and also keep ur kid babe ily <3

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cowboy!rafe first met you when your truck broke down.

 it was an old red thing that you had to curse at before it started, kicking the damn thing with your boots. the hazy afternoon had taken a toll on you, as you cursed under your breath. 

you were waiting "patiently" in traffic, little embedded jewels in your hair, honking your horn as hard as you could. it sucked. you hated traffic, and you hated even more when you were waiting to hang out with your girls, wearing your silver and black shimmery dress which had graceful bows at the top. 

but here you were. practically marinating in your stupid truck. finally it felt like forever when the way freed. you yelped in happiness, raising your hands to the air, and then pressed the pedal. it was nice, the breeze in your hair, lana del ray cracked up on the toggle, and the jangles on your shimmering in the light. you sang along with the song until you felt your car stop. 

desperately you stepped at the pedal groaning at your luck, as you slowed down. quickly you pulled to side, before grabbing for your cell, pouting as you dialled the number. "guys, i don't think i'll make it on time, my stupid fucking truck won't take me anywhere and unless," you lowered your voice, giggling, "i meet some hot guy that can fix my car, i'll be out!" 

"ya alright?" 

suddenly you made eye contact with steely blue eyes, a slight smile pulled on his mouth, and hands jammed in his blue jeans. you found yourself blushing, your strawberry pink gum stuck on the roof of your mouth. it was as if your little confession at the dial had come true, and you couldn't help but feel flustered before your instincts kicked in. 

"no, i need help," you quickly professed, groaning as you struggled to turn over to look at him properly. it was as if the more you looked at him, the more the butterflies in your stomach intensified. 

here rafe had grinned, quirking an eyebrow your way, "how old is your truck?" here you rolled your eyes, snapping your gum with a pout. it was as if he liked you even more when you did that, all bratty and proud, as he tilted his head your way. you ignored now his question, trailing your manicured hands on the wheel.

"well, it kinda stopped, and i have no idea what to do." you blurted, "please help me." 

the man laughed at your desperation, a death-pan expression on his face as he lit a cigarette, his biceps flexing. he was relaxed you felt almost ignored.

 "nice to meet you. 'm rafe." 

"um," you paused, "great, could you help me out now?"

"you're a real princess aren't ya? no please or anything like that." 

you groaned, before easing your pedal, puppy eyes wide as you leaned over at the window. he seemed to bask in your attention, his finger grazing your jaw, as you scooched closer to look him in the eye. there was something about him, so old, so much more that made you want to stare at him longer. but that was quickly a problem. 

"please. please help me." 

finally, a smirk spread across his face, before he flickered the cigarette off, and knocked on the door of your rusty truck, "gotta get out of the car first, pup. " and you quickly scampered out of the car, jumping out with a 'hurrup.' sometimes even getting out of the goddamn car was a struggle, and when you got out, you looked up at him with defensive eyes-he was trying not to laugh. 

"alright, now do you have a kit of some sort?"  

you looked up at him with confused wide eyes, "i'm not sure," you whispered, shivering. 

"damn, you really need me to fend for you. open that truck of yours." 

within five minutes he had done everything possible, laying down on the ground, tinkering with things, and by the time he got up, there was grime on his face as he handed you the wrench with a wink. his white shirt had been marked by the dirt on the road, and you sat there all dolled up watching him grunt while trying to fix your engine. 

you resisted the urge to reach out and wipe away the grime on his cheek, knowing it would be too forward. instead, you smiled, hoping it conveyed your gratitude and a bit of the fascination you felt.

you smiled at him, all sweet as you put it back into your trench. "thanks rafe!" you found yourself murmuring when back in your truck, as he gave you an easy smile. you felt so shy, holding onto your purse, as he stood there. yet before you drove off, you gave him a tiny wave thinking that was the last time you would see him.

suddenly as you started your truck you heard a whistle behind you. glancing in the rearview mirror, you saw rafe standing there, his hands cupped around his mouth.

"hey, princess! see ya next time," he called out with a wink, his voice carrying over the distance.

you couldn’t help but laugh, your heart skipping a beat.

little did you know rafe cameron would be in your life for a long time. 

[rileyslibrary]

Chest candy for Ghost and the 141! After many successful missions (and being the baddest bitches in general) the team is going to receive some medals. Ghost tries everything in his power to not have to attend the ceremony. Having to wear that stupid ceremonial uniform, all the attention and the fuzz around them - that sounds like hell to him. He's just doing his goddamn job after all.

A/N: I was very disappointed when I learned what a chest candy is, ngl. A literal version (like a crate filled with gummies and stuff) would be so much better. Anyway, on with the story.

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“You walk like you’re chafed down there, mate.”

Ghost stops and shoots a threatening look at Soap. And reasonably so—your poor lieutenant was trying his best. Price negotiated with him, and they reached an agreement for today’s dress code—he would put on the fancy uniform but keep the balaclava on.

The captain decided this was a fair exchange—persuading Ghost to wear anything other than camo deserved a chest candy of its own. Not only that, but many people will attend today’s ceremony; even worse, the press will also be there. There was no way he would get rid of his “comfort blanket.”

But, even a day without his camo, standing in front of strangers and being photographed, is a century for the lieutenant.

You, Soap and Ghost are preparing for the event in the town hall’s bathroom. Ghost struggles to walk in his new shoes, so you figured some practice might help. You made him walk across the bathroom stalls, which was an unfortunate location since Soap was already in one of the toilets and popped out, offering a “helping” hand.

But it’s not just the shoes that hinder his ability to act normal. He seems to struggle with something deeper within himself. He constantly fidgets, readjusts his blazer, pulls at his collar, and avoids direct eye contact. His gaze constantly darts between you, the sink, the floor, and back to you again.

Except for now.

He’s staring at Soap like a feral animal, ready to leap on its prey. And you get it. You do. Given what he’s used to, this situation should be tough and quite uncomfortable.

He slowly shifts away from Soap and towards you.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Tell him,” Soap taunts you with his arms crossed, “tell him how he looks.”

“Why are you still in here?” You snap at him.

“I’m sorry!” Soap shouts and throws his hand up, “Have you guys booked the toilets for a private viewing?”

You close your eyes and rub your forehead. This better not escalate.

“Can you please leave us alone for a mom—”

“How about forever?” Ghost snaps.

“Fine”, Soap says and heads for the exit. “Just don’t let him pull another runaway bride on us again, okay?”

You wave for him to exit the bathroom. Soap does as he’s told, and you lean against one of the stalls. You examine the lieutenant from head to toe, but he’s too busy patting and pulling at the blazer to notice you. He grabs his tie and tugs at it.

“Don’t loosen the tie.” You command, “It’s supposed to be snug.”

“Who the fuck decided that wearing a noose around your neck is a good idea?” He says and starts tugging at his collar.

“And stop doing that to your collar—you’ll rip a button off.”

“It’s too tight.”

You approach him, place your index finger inside his collar, and trace the circumference.

“Ghost, it’s not that tight.”

“It sure feels like it.” He replies.

You sigh and slap your arms against your thighs. How will you make him understand what he’s feeling right now? He has to turn his attention inwards and observe his body. Acknowledge it. That’s the only way he’d be able to befriend his current state.

“Is the collar and tie the issue here, or is it your throat?” You ask.

He clasps his neck and looks at you, puzzled. “I don’t understand,” he says.

“Your throat,” you explain, “does it feel tight? Is there a lump when you swallow?”

He throws his head back and closes his eyes. He’s trying to become acquainted with his senses. He takes a deep breath and swallows hard.

“Affirmative,” he states, “a lump is indeed present.”

“It sucks, doesn’t it?”

He opens his eyes wide and nods slowly. “Sure does,” he murmurs.

“It feels like when we’re at the beginning of a mission, right?”

“Just like it.” He nods, “especially when we’re unsure of what we might come across.”

“How about,” you say as you straighten his tie, “We approach this event in the exact same way?”

“How?”

“What are the objectives here?” You ask.

“Get that fucking chest candy, and get the fuck out of here.”

“And what should we do to accomplish that?”

“Get up on the stage, shake some dickhead’s hand, and walk away.” He replies.

“How long would you recon that’ll take?”

He tilts his head. “About three minutes max.”

“That’s not too bad!” You shout and pat his chest, “Plus, I doubt the people awarding us want to be here either.”

He huffs. “You think so?”

“Of course! It’s just as inconvenient for them as it is for us.”

“Then why are we all doing this?” he wonders and throws his hands up, “Why pretend?”

“Because,” you reply, “sometimes in life, you must pretend; pretend to be strong, courageous, pretend to know what you’re doing even though you have no clue….”

“Fake it till you make it?” He asks.

You smile. “Yeah, Lt., fake it till you make it.”

He shakes his hands and kicks his feet. He straightens his suit and posture, then looks at the bathroom window.

“This won’t fit me this time, so we might as well get done with it as soon as possible,” he says and turns to you, “on me, soldier.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You salute him.

You walk towards the entrance where the ceremony is taking place. Many people are in the room, but you always stay within his proximity to make him feel safe. Sometimes you direct him on what to do—shake this person’s hand, relax the shoulders, pose, stand over here.

He leans towards you while waving at another soldier.

“Do I walk like I’m sore?” He murmurs.

You smile at a photographer and lean towards Ghost.

“No,” you whisper, “why?”

“Soap said so.”

Fucking Soap. He was right; these shoes make him walk like a duck, but you can’t admit it, especially now. He’ll flee.

“Yeah, well,” you reply, “Soap also walks around with a mohawk on his head.”

“Ridiculous,” he says and laughs, “and here I am, wearing a full suit, right?”

You raise your head and look at his black-painted eyes and skull balaclava. He can’t be that delusional regarding what’s ridiculous and what isn’t. But if it helps him right now, so be it.

“Damn right, Lt.,” you say as you nudge his side, “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

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