#he was right im going back to him in a week

[clarkeybabey]

Hi! This is my first time requesting anything so I hope I'm doing this right, was wondering if u could do some george hcs of being his gf while he plays in the charity match? Thank you xx

thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy:)))), a bit suggestive at the end..... more coming soon;)

poor baby is so nervous in the weeks leading up to it

"i would've rather them ask me the day of." "you wouldn't have been prepared." "I genuinely couldn't care less about preparation; the suspense is killing me."

He's dialled in every second, whether that be the sidemen Instagram or the whatsapp group chat

"you do know they've already announced you, right?" "yes, darling, but what if they change their mind or something???"

and you better believe when the fellas streamed discussing the lineup, he had it, volume blasting, on your bedroom tv, knee bouncing.

"you're going to be riding that bench mate," "shut the fuck up, Christopher."

chris and arthur give him so much shit for how he's acting

"arthur, you weren't even invited. you're not a part of this!!!" "Bit harsh, mate, no?" "They're scared they'll hurt your ever-so-fragile ego if they don't invite you back." "alrighty then..."

practically begs them and you despite your plans with the other wags to let you be there on training day.

"she'll be well behaved, simon, i promise." "i don't think I'm the one they're worried about..." "we'll bring the leash just in case," "STOP FORCING THE PET PLAY NARRATIVE, GEORGE CLARKE."

he has an eye on you the entire day, introduces you to everyone you haven't met yet, and makes sure you see all the defending he does or the goals he makes. Clearly in search of much-needed validation

"is this your missus, clarkey?" "oh yeah, ginge, this is [name], my wife." scoffing, you hold up your ringless hand, "that's news to me."

"did you see that, holy shit," he says in a pile of limbs on the grass, "I did, yes, but lets not kill ourselves before you've even touched the pitch."

all of a sudden, the morning of match day, he wakes you up dressed in his Sidemen FC zip-up, feeling scarily indifferent about being in front of millions, playing with some of the biggest social media stars.

he kisses your cheek before stepping out for team breakfast. "are you sure you're okay?" two nights prior he was quite anxious about the crowd or disappointing anyone, but now he's just chill.

"im fine, baby, excited but im not freaking out anymore," he shrugs toying with his vlog camera settings, "Well, I've got breakfast with liv and sab in a bit, text me okay?"

You receive a kiss on the corner of your mouth, followed by a salute, and he's off

Throughout the time before the match, you're shooting him endless messages of encouragement and well-wishes, he's quick with thank you's and assurances that he's okay, just footie with his mates, he insists

The crowd erupts with screams during their walkouts, you're aware of the amount of support your friends and boyfriend receive on the internet, but the energy in the stadium seemed to be something otherworldly.

He was benched for a bit, but when he was out there, he made his presence known. Anxiety and pride are the only things you find yourself feeling

especially the ladder when he scored his goal, despite his doubts that he'd be able to do so.

Once the celebrations calm down, one of the girls speaks up, "Someone's getting it tonight," with wagging brows. you don't answer, but the irrepressible smirk on your face says everything you refuse to.

Before you know it, it's over. The match goes into penalties for the first time ever, unfortunately, Sidemen FC loses because of one missed penalty.

There are no hard feelings as 4.7 million pounds and counting was raised and split among three charities. Unless Chris, Deji, and Danny's bragging rights are brought up

You find him in the showers after most everyone's left to change and freshen up for the afterparty. He's a sight with his towel hanging low on his hips, seemingly typing up a text; it takes a lot of restraint not to jump on him right there.

your phone chimes with his notification, he smiles when he finds your eyes, "Don't go getting any ideas, i don't think i'd like to be banned from Wembley." you scoff, jokingly offended, "how dare you assume I'm thinking inappropriately, just wanted to see my man,"

"told you id meet you in the lobby. you're very impatient," simple words, his pretty eyes, and a hand squeezing your hip have all words dying on your tongue

They quickly return when his wet hair soaks both your neck and top. "George," you gasp, doing your best to put space between the two of you, not really caring when you fail and are lifted up onto the communal sinks, "Now whos getting ideas?"

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick ‘has been a barista like 90 times over 50 years of comics Grayson’ can absolutely prepare whatever drink you want him too. He can also guess/ judge what your go to order is.

With the bats

He can guess what WILL be there favorite even if they’ve never tried it before

——————

Bruce on 13 mins of sleep fucking exhausted but even Alfred isn’t giving him shit bc they HAVE TO crack this case: hrn

Dick plopping a take away coffee cup in front of him: DRINK

Bruce goes through a quick is this my son or a shapeshifter, mind control, demon situation before deciding fuck it we ball and taking a sip: this… tastes different

Dick: yeah

Bruce ‘actual freak who grumbles when coffee isn’t bitter enough’ Wayne: this is good

Dick: yeah it’s a red eye

Bruce: hrn

Dick: yeah no problem B

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Jay (just got done fighting aliens and needs to get back to whatever he was doing before) : get me a Drink as black as my soul

Dick: sure

Dick brings back the drink from the kitchen

Dick: strawberry iced matcha with oat milk right here for you

Jay: what the fuck Goldie

Dick: I saw you sobbing at the notebook a week ago don’t play tough with me and don’t fucking lie we both know you like tea more.

Jay sputtering: Don’t PLAY TOUGH? BROTHER I PUT A BUNCH OF HEADS A BAG AND MADE THE UNDERWORLD INTO MY BITCH

Dick: yes yes Jay now go drink your tea and run along

(It is the best fucking thing he’s ever tried, bought a matcha making kit as soon as he got him, has denied it ever since but Dick doesn’t buy it and keeps making him the drink)

—————-

Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick: you’re a heathen

Tim: proudly

Dick: fine take the monster and go OH MY GOD

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Steph wincing at the taste of a latte: there’s something seriously wrong with this place, no matter how much sugar I add it’s just bitter

Dick: yeah Steph it’s bc they burn the beans to get more use of em

Dick: you could add all the cream and milk you want it’s not gonna do shit

Steph: ugh this is the only coffee spot on my campus in so screwed

Dick pulling out a takeaway coffee cup: don’t worry I brought you some from home

Steph: Jesus fuck this is delicious

Dick: upside down sweet almond latte with caramel and double espresso

Steph: should’ve married into the family with Tim god damn

Dick: Cass is still an option

Steph: what

Dick: what

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Dick:

Duke:

Dick:

Duke:

Dick: you’re one of Tim’s heathens aren’t you

Duke: just because I like energy drinks more doesn’t mean I don’t LIKE coffee

Dick grumbling: should’ve left you with the cops

Duke: what was that? I didn’t hear you

Dick thrusting the coffee cup at him: just take it, end my suffering

Duke: oh damn that’s good… what is it

Dick:…. It’s Vietnamese style coffee

Duke: fuck I might I have to switch, Jesus that’s good

Dick vaguely smug: another victory

—————

Dick: hey Cass

Cass: busy… like you should be

Dick: yeah, yeah I have like 6 mins of free time left before I have to meet up with Robin (Tim) for an op

Dick: anyway i made you strawberry hot chocolate

Cass: this isn’t coffee

Dick: it has 180 milligrams of caffeine

Cass: how?

Dick: don’t ask difficult questions

Dick: where the hell did she go?

Dick: is this how everyone else feels about us?

——————

Damian: I want coffee

Dick: you’re an infant, no

Damian: IM 15 GRAYSON

Dick: a certifiable baby

Damian: I hate you

Dick: you would hate me more if you stunted your growth and ended up Tim sized

Tim: HEY!

Damian: this is true… apologies Richard

[azuresaqua]

my everything

warnings + notes: phainon x reader, fluff, 1,1k words, phainon is whipped for you, minor spoilers to his lore?? i think + my third fic on this account IM CRYING WTF how have i only made 3 fics here art by shenteita on twt

tags: @somniachant

Phainon's past haunts him like a ghost. Memories of losing his family, friends, and hometown keep coming back to him every night he sleeps. Perhaps that’s why he’s unwilling to forge new relationships with people.

However, despite his past haunting him, Phainon finds himself in a predicament. You, a flower shop owner in Amphoreus, catch his attention. You and your passion for flowers make Phainon feel safe and comfortable. Your flower shop isn’t huge like the other famous shops in the city, but it is cozy enough that you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

The flowers are also one unique aspect of your shop, being the only flower shop in the city. Though, you must say, not that many people like to buy flowers anymore (not even for courting someone, which shocks you to your core).

The door to your shop flings open just as the clock strikes 3 pm, and you see the familiar white-haired figure walk into your shop. It’s a routine for Phainon to visit your shop every evening. Sometimes, you wonder to yourself why a Chrysos Heir would make daily visits to your small flower shop without buying anything, but you can’t bring yourself to question him over something like that.

“Good evening, Y/N,” Phainon gives you a smile, one that melts your heart instantly. “How has your day been?” That’s another thing with Phainon - he always asks about how your day went, and to be honest? You don’t find it bothersome at all. Usually, you find it annoying when people pester you about your day every five minutes, but with Phainon, you find it endearing.

“Good evening, Phainon,” you greet him back. “My day has been… okay, I think? I didn’t have that many customers today, but it doesn’t really bother me that much. Business has been slow for a couple of weeks now that Valentine’s is over.” You look back at your notebook, one that you keep to track customers and sales. “But I still have my regular customers coming in to pick up their flowers. How about you? How’s it going with the Chrysos Heir?”

“Ah,” Phainon lets out a small laugh. “Never been better, I think? Mydei and I had a little sparring match this morning, and of course, I won.” You have a small inkling he might be lying, but you don’t comment on it. “And then I spent the rest of my day in my room. Boring, huh?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you reply. Phainon looks at you, confused. “I mean, ever since the disaster started, you barely got any sleep, right? So I think it’s good you were doing nothing today.”

“Huh,” Phainon says. “Never thought of it that way.” He smiles at you again. “Oh, right! Back to the matter at hand, I need some flowers.”

You blink, surprised. Phainon buying flowers? Now, that’s new. “Oh, what kind of flowers? Are you planning on confessing to someone today?” you tease, hoping it’s not true.

“Um, actually… yes.” Phainon’s response shatters your heart.

Oh… so you do have someone you like. You think to yourself, and you quickly mask your hurt with a shocked expression, not wanting Phainon to feel guilty. “That’s new! So, who’s this lucky person?”

Phainon blushes, and you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. “You’ll see later. Now come on, what are some flowers I can buy?”

“Hmm,” you hum, flipping through your notebook containing flower meanings (yes, you still rely on notes; you have a terrible memory). “How about red tulips?” You walk over to the tulips, pick out a bouquet, and hand it to Phainon. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Phainon’s eyes shine with excitement. “Ah, they’re definitely gorgeous. What do they symbolize?”

“Endless love,” you state. “I think it’s perfect for you and that lucky person.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Phainon mutters, staring at the flowers as he envisions giving them to the person he loves. “How much are they?”

“They’re on the house,” you reply, and Phainon is about to protest, but you cut him off. “They’re on the house, Phainon. Don’t argue with me now,” you repeat, huffing to mask the hurt. “Now go and confess already!”

Phainon blinks a couple of times before smiling brightly. “Okay, thank you, Y/N. Truly.” He leaves, and as soon as he’s out of sight, you sigh. Another crush of yours failed.

The rest of your day passes more slowly than usual. As expected, no one else comes in after Phainon leaves, so you decide to close the shop early.

As soon as everything is locked up, you’re surprised to see Phainon standing behind you, still holding the red tulips you gave him. “...Phainon? What are you doing here? Oh no, did the confession not go well? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Um,” he starts a bit sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t confess yet, actually.”

“Huh? Why?” you ask, confused. “Did they not show up?”

“No… they’re actually right here,” Phainon says, and when you don’t catch on, he lets out a small laugh. “Y/N, I’m saying I was waiting for you to close the shop so I could confess to you.”

“Oh,” you say, and then it hits you, causing you to gasp. Your cheeks turn red as you cover your mouth. “Wait- huh?!”

“I like you, Y/N-”

“No, wait, stop!” You turn around, covering your face. “I wasn’t- I thought-”

“Was this a bad time...?” Phainon asks innocently, making you turn back around. “Sorry-”

“No, don’t be sorry! I just- I wasn’t expecting this! I really thought you had a crush on someone else, so I felt hurt, and that’s why I gave you those flowers for free, so I wouldn’t have to see you all smiley about them!” you ramble, stopping only when Phainon bursts out laughing. “What’s so funny?!”

“You’re adorable, Y/N,” he says. “So that’s why you made me leave so quickly.” He stretches out his hand holding the flowers towards you. “So? Will you accept me as your boyfriend now that you know this is for you?”

“Phainon, you big dummy,” you sigh, laughing at your own foolishness. “Yes, yes I do.” Phainon smiles so brightly it almost blinds you. You take the flowers from his hands, and even though they're from your own shop and garden, you accept them as if they're from somewhere else. Aeons above, Phainon looks so cute smiling at you like that.

“Since you decided to close the shop early tonight, want to go on a mini-date? We can take a stroll around the city if you’d like,” Phainon suggests. Normally, if anyone else suggested this to you, you'd decline immediately, wanting to go home and tend to your growing plants. But this is Phainon, your boyfriend (you let out a giddy laugh in your head).

“Of course,” you agree. “Where do you want to take me?”

“Hmm, I think we can stop by your favorite restaurant first for some dinner, and then we can go to…” Phainon starts listing almost every date spot in Amphoreus, and you can only look at him with adoration in your eyes.

[miorirenkova]

!TEASER! “dream about me”

!TEASER!

park sunghoon x fem!reader

“park that car, drop that phone

sleep on the floor, dream about me.”

synopsis: you weren’t a good person—everyone knew that. cruel, sharp-tongued, and ruthless in high school. but you weren’t a killer. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

just as you were trying to change, news breaks: your high school enemy, park hana, has taken her own life before university.

and her brother?

he’s convinced it’s your fault. determined to make you pay. but the deeper he digs, the more you both realize—hana’s death isn’t as simple as it seems.

warnings: heavy mentions of suicide and bullying, violence, abuse, terrible parenting, heavy topics like death (mentions of a character’s death), gaslighting, manipulation, corruption, blackmail, guilt, trauma, revenge, LOTS of angst, fixation, smut (smut warnings will be given in the smut chapter!!), forgive me if i miss any/more might be added

note: this is a work in progress and since in the poll vote, sunghoon won, this is the fic ill be releasing!! its going to be a chapter wise fic and this is just a teaser for it as im working on it. lmk ur thoughts <3 haven’t decided how many chapters yet but itll be pretty lengthy fs. first chapter will be released towards the end of this week or mid next week hopefully

also, im making a playlist for this fic <3

mdni . hate comments will be deleted.

!!.under cut.!!

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you felt your heart drop as you heard the announcer take your name. your name for the opportunity.

how? how could this happen? you never meant to win. all you wanted to do was to make sure she would never win. you didn’t even want this.

and yet, here you are.

you knew the look on hana’s face without even having to look at her. hell, you couldn’t look at her. you felt too guilty, even though you would never admit it.

and, somewhere along the way, you would realise this was more than just a simple stolen opportunity.

it would only spiral into something you would regret forever.

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it starts the way all tragedies do—slow, quiet, like a whisper before the storm.

first, it’s the looks. the way people glance at you, their stares lingering a second too long, their conversations halting when you walk by. then, it’s the whispers. your name, tangled with words like murderer, liar, karma. you don’t ask what they’re saying. you already know.

but none of it matters. not really. not until you see him.

you hear the rumors before you see him.

park sunghoon, back in town. park sunghoon, looking for revenge. park sunghoon, who won’t stop until you’ve paid for what you did.

you shouldn’t care. you tell yourself you don’t. after all, it’s not like you haven’t heard worse before. people have been talking about you for years—whispering in hallways, throwing glances when they think you’re not looking. but this time, it feels different. heavier. like a countdown has already started, and you don’t even know when it hits zero.

you should tell him he’s wrong. that you aren’t guilty. you should correct him. prove and fight for yourself.

but, the worst part is, you don’t even try to argue. maybe because you know he won’t believe you. or maybe because a part of you wonders if he’s right.

you would feel the guilt chip away at you, almost gaslighting you into thinking you did kill her.

“you don’t look guilty enough,” he would say, voice almost too calm. “but don’t worry. i’ll fix that.”

but the truth is, hana’s gone. and you’re still here. and no matter how much sunghoon wants to make you pay, you know that you aren’t the reason for her suicide.

there’s so much more.

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coming soon!

[theywantedplayer]

How They Would React If this happened

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this is so ass guys im sorry

Mat

“Oh my god,” Mat laughed, kneeling down to check if you were okay.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. You had a hurt pout on your lips, but the rest of your face just looked... confused?.

“What the fuck was that for?” You glared at him as he brushed some of the hair out of your face.

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, trying (and failing) to hold back his amusement. “I was trying to slap your ass I didn’t think you’d fall before I even did it.”

“Stop laughing, Mat, you smacked me,” you whined, shoving him away with half-hearted effort. Truthfully, it didn’t even hurt that much, it was just the shock of it.

Mat pulled you into his chest, still trying to suppress his laughter. “I didn’t slap you!” he argued, though you could hear the grin in his voice. “It was an accident! Totally different! I was gonna slap your ass!”

“Whatever,” you mumbled into his hoodie.

“Let me see it,” he said, pulling back slightly.

You lifted your face to look up at him, and his smile instantly dropped. Your cheek was a little red, and your lip looked like it was stuck in a permanent pout.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to,” he said, his voice much softer now, looking you right in the eyes.

“You did mean to hit me, you literally said so!”

“Your ass! Your ass! I meant to slap your ass, not your beautiful face!”

“You’re an ass, Mat.”

Nico

He immediately knelt down in front of you, his face painted with worry as he looked over your face. His heart broke when he saw the welt already forming on your cheek, and the tears welling up in your eyes only made it worse.

“Shit, baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to,” he said, his voice full of regret.

You knew Nico would never hurt you on purpose, but you were so confused about what had just happened. You blinked a few times, trying to force the tears away, but they slipped down your cheeks anyway. The second he saw them, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.

One hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, the other cradling the back of your head as his thumb stroked through your hair. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I was trying to slap your ass" he shook his head at himself, letting out a soft, breathy laugh, “then you fell mid-swing, I don’t even know how, but -fuck, I’m sorry.”

You pulled your face out of his chest, sniffling as you looked up at him. Your cheek throbbed, and from the way Nico’s expression twisted with guilt, you knew it must’ve looked bad. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and he sighed heavily as his fingers gently ghosted over the mark on your skin.

“People are gonna think you hit me,” you laughed quietly, wiping at your face, trying to lighten the situation because you knew Nico was going to kick himself over this for weeks.

He gave a short, disbelieving shake of his head. “Yeah, you’re not coming to tomorrow’s game,” he declared. “Seriously, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to. I’d never, ever-”

“I know, Nico,” you cut him off softly, placing a hand on his chest to reassure him.

But every time he caught sight of the fading handprint on your face that week, his stomach twisted with guilt. He did anything you asked, making sure there was never a second where you forgot how sorry he was.

Arber

The second his hand made contact, you both froze.

Eyes wide, mouths slightly open, neither of you knew how to react. Shock? Confusion? Was it funny? Arber hadn’t even hit you that hard, just enough to make a decent slap sound.

You blinked at each other for a long second before he finally spoke.

“Your ass,” he stuttered, his voice almost panicked.

“What?” you asked, already half laughing at the situation.

“Your ass I meant to slap your ass, I swear,” he rushed to clarify, his eyes still blown wide like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

You started to get up, and Arber was immediately there to help, his big hands steadying you. The moment you were standing, his eyes darted across your face, scanning for any sign of a welt or a red mark. Your cheek was slightly flushed from the impact, but it was nothing serious, but there was still a mark.

“Ice?” he asked shortly, his voice tight.

You knew Arber got short with his words when he felt bad about something. It was his way of dealing with guilt, shutting down a little, trying to fix things fast.

You shook your head. “I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, shaking his head, like he needed you to really believe it. “I swear I didn’t mean to. I know I’m like that on the ice, but never—never—would I bring that shit home to you.” His voice was firm, his brows drawn together like he was already beating himself up over it.

“I know, I know,” you reassured him. “It just shocked me, that’s all.”

His shoulders slumped in relief, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you like he needed to physically hold onto you to make up for it. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, mumbling soft, repeated sorrys against your hair.

Jamie

It was like Jamie's world around him froze, his eyes were wide and his body still frozen, and he swore his heart actually broke when you looked up at him holding your now red cheek. Then suddenly, he was quick on his feet, and in a flash, he knelt down in front of you, pulling you into him as he rambled out apologies.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry, holy shit, Y/N, I didn't mean to,” he rambled. “I was gonna slap your ass, then you fell, and I missed, and I don't even know how that happened. Are you okay? You're okay, right?”

You couldn't even get a word in from all his ramblings. Your cheek was just hot from the impact, not hurting too bad. For you, it all just happened so fast. You were just kneeling down to grab something, then you felt your boyfriend’s hand collide with your face. You looked up at him, and Jamie's face was painted with worry and guilt as he looked at your slightly reddened cheek.

“I'm okay, I'm okay,” you told him.

“I swear I didn't mean to!” he told you, shaking his head, scared you wouldn't believe him.

“I know, Jamie, I know you would never.”

“Do you need anything?” he asked, looking over at the kitchen for a moment. “An ice pack, water, heat pack?” He scrambled to think of things.

“No, no, I'm okay, Jams,” you reassured, shaking your head slightly, smiling at his worriedness.

For the rest of the day, like clockwork, Jamie would ask you every hour if you needed anything, clearly still feeling guilty about it.

[esstrellaa123]

Saw a fic of crybaby!reader, and was like? My two sense????

Don’t ask how many words :>

Thinking of reader right, all silent for like… a week. Caught up in their head with God knows what, and boom. Sweet Simon finally cracks that fragile barrier you’ve put between the two of you

Because Lord knows Simon hates silence, especially from you. Talk to him, won’t you?

“You’ve yet to speak.” He says blankly, prompting you as he watches you intently like he might be able to see into your very soul. He’s done it before, but now you’re just being difficult >:(

“I’m coloring.” You say just as blank, devoid of the emotion he usually enjoyed. The sun to his world was going dark and he’d do anything to clear those clouds away. Anything. Even if it burned him.

“I like it when you talk.” He tries, arms crossed. Defensive, and unamused by your lack of enthusiasm.

“Not in the mood to.” You all but snap, getting annoyed with him. You let out a harsh huff, coloring a little too hard. Now your drawing was ruined because the pressure changed the color. Everything was fucked. Fuck this.

You tear the page out unceremoniously, tossing it carelessly to the trash before getting overwhelmed with having to start another complex piece. You couldn’t do anything about it now, your old piece was in the trash and-

“Why’re you touching me?” You snap again, jerking away from his hands.

“Alright. What the fuck?” He finally says. Maybe he was more upset at your reaction towards him than you. Either way, he’s getting to the bottom of what he thought was pure and complete bullshit.

“What do you mean ‘what the fuck?’ I don’t want you touching me.” You say, face to face. More like chest to face, but who’s counting the inches? (YES IM AMERICAN)

Okay, ouch. “I’m trynna help here!” He grumbles back down at you.

“I don’t want your stupid help.” You say back, abandoning your art and going to the room. The bang of the door reaches his ears louder than he liked.

“Fucking bullshit. Fucking women.” He grumbles, going out to the porch to smoke.

He’s unhappy. Very exasperated and wanting to break some shit. But he’s better. He got better for you.

He finishes his smoke, somewhat calmed. Maybe you were hungry. Had you had water?

“I don’t want-” you start up but he’s having none of it. Not when his patience is spread thin and he’d really like to spread you open. So be cooperative.

“Nah, shut- shut up.” He cuts you off, setting the tray of food down on the bed. Fruits, peanut butter, chocolate, and some water. “Eat.” He says, sliding under you.

“‘M not hungry.” You say, crossing your arms.

…..

You sit in his lap, being hand fed as you watch your Law and Order. “Water.” He instructs, watching you take a sip before opening your mouth for another strawberry. He delivers.

You’re more responsive now. He’s appreciative of that. But food wasn’t the root of this problem. Neither was water. Something else was bothering you.

“Feel better?” He asks, letting you curl up on his side, using him for all his warmth and comfort.

You nod into the crook of his neck, finding comfort in his tone and smell. “Feel better.” You confirm.

“Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” He finally questions.

“Nothin’s goin’ on.” You huff.

“Don’t huff at me.” He says, flicking your forehead. He let you get away with that shit this morning. There would not be a repeat.

“Just wanna relax.” You breathe, turning over.

“You’ll relax when you get it off your chest.” He turns over, curling around you like heat does a fire. Like it’s natural to be enveloped by a certified heater, it’s second nature.

You can’t help but lean in, scooting back, pulling his arms closer. “Just tired.”

“Tired of what?” He pushes.

“Life.” You mumble, the tears welling. You didn’t like thinking like this, but it plagues you. Sneaks and floods into your day. Your smile dropping too quickly for your own liking. You just wanted to curl up, sleep, and stay in your dreams.

He only hugs you closer. He doesn’t move as you shift, your face pressed firmly into his chest as the tears finally fall.

“I got ya. Si’s got ya.” He mumbles lovingly, rubbing your back, pulling you impossibly closer as you cling to his back. “Tell me what you need, hm?” He suggests, letting you nuzzle into his warmth even more.

“You.” You reply simply. There’s nothing you want or love more than lying in bed with him. You’d stay there, keep him there, even if you had to tie him down, but ultimately knew you wouldn’t, because he’d stay if you asked.

He hummed, low. You almost missed it, and he just holds you, keeping you close.

He’d be there in the morning, letting you cry on his shoulder again if you needed. He’d kiss all your tears away, kiss your tension away. It eased his, made him feel better, let him relax. He’d be your safe space if you promised to be his….

[dearwhs]

all eyes on you ⋆ klh

𖦹 genre: fluff wc: 1.2k warnings: nothing much as far as i know !

𖦹 notes: aaaa what do we think? hes so cute im sobbing TT is it too obvious im into love at first sight stuff? ehe

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at last, leehan's favorite day had finally arrived—visiting the aquarium!

you see, after every long and hellish weeks full of uni workload and duties, leehan likes to spend most of his precious free time by visiting the aquarium. he usually brings his dandy camera to capture pictures of everything he found interesting. and when he does? he's gonna yap about it as soon as he gets back at the dorm. he will be telling every single detail for HOURS, wherein riwoo's mostly his victim when it comes to his silly aquarium talks (we know riwoo secretly enjoys it).

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today's finally the day! when leehan stepped inside the aquarium, his head instantly spun as he gazes at all the lil fishies swimming around. his eyes darted everywhere, and i mean everywhere. this is practically heaven for him.

every step he took was filled with excitement, foot bouncing left to right, his smile stretching so hard it nearly reached both of his ears, eyes almost fading from happiness. the soft blue glow of the tanks hitting his face—it made everything feel magical, all his stress and worries poofed.

click here, click there– ooooh, riwoo's gonna so love these!

leehan's face was beaming with joy, as he walks towards the nearest tank scrolling through his camera, admiring the shots he had previously taken. he walked continuously, and then suddenly his feet had stopped... he was in the jellyfish exhibition, which perked him up, leaving a huge smile on his face, "perfect!"

he fixes his camera angle just right, adjusting the lens, focusing on the jellyfish, and getting ready in position to capture the sea creature—its tentacles drifting away in slow motion, swaying along the water's flow.

click! click! cl-

wait–

leehan's head slowly tilts in confusion. "since when did a jellyfish... well, stop being a jellyfish and turn into a… girl!?” uh, no, leehan... i think that's actually just a girl.

normally, he'd pan his camera on another direction and go on with his little hobby and move on. but, why was his hands frozen? why was one of his eyes still closed, focusing on her through the camera?

she was barely moving, just stuck there, standing. and yet, she looked ethereal in leehan's eyes. maybe it was the way the blue dim lights reflected on her face—her gaze, it looked so calm and drawn to the movements of the jellyfish, it piqued his interest. and for some reason, he found himself staring at her longer than he should've.

for the first time today, he wasn't focused on the lil fishies. should his corydoras be worried? no, right...?

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as for you, you snap back to reality as the jellyfish flees away, your gaze shifts to the guy right in front of you who seems to be taking pictures—or at least that's what he was supposed to be doing. you can tell he's staring at you—not even at the floating jellyfish in the tank, but right at you. is he even taking pictures at this point? he's completely frozen in place.

as leehan makes eye contact with you through his camera, his eyes widens in shock—he immediately drops his camera down, trying to act normal as if he didn't stare at you for too long. his face became a mess, his mouth opened trying to say something, but no words came out... his own mouth betrayed him.

you couldn't help but to throw a chuckle at him. he immediately shakes his head a "wait!" in panic and tries to explain himself with the use of his hands this time. you cover your face, trying to hide your little devious laugh, "uh, you know you can just go to this side if you want to talk to me... right?" oh, you should've seen how red leehan's face was. embarrassment is clearly written in his face. and to make him feel at least a little better, you decided to move on his side instead.

"ehe, i..." he laughs nervously as a sheepish smile forms on his face scratching the back of his neck, "i swear i was just trying to take a picture of the jellyfish!! and then–" he's defending himself as much as he can, to the point that even his dino hands are out, just so you don't misunderstand. he's really trying here.

your face couldn't hold back. a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch this cute but odd stranger explain himself. "well, did i look okay?" leehan's dino hands freezed mid-air, slowly coming down, his eyes blinks rapidly, "huh? w-what-" oh, you just broke this guy. you bursted out laughing because of his silly reaction, shaking your head as you try again after catching your breath, "i said, did i look okay in your picture?"

"o-oh! the picture.. right!" he lifts up his camera, searching for the photo he just took a few minutes ago. "here, see!" and strangely, your eyes just blinked slowly, disappointed at the picture as all you could see was the jellyfish captured beautifully—and there you were on the corner, slightly blurred, photobombing...

"well, it's a shame-" he cuts your sentence off and moves a little bit closer, just enough to not make you feel uncomfortable, "do you want me to take another picture? i'll make it look nicer this time, i swear." you blink at him, caught off guard, "huh?" he immediately swings his arms in panic, "oh, um- only if you'd like to, of course." you let out a small giggle at him as you nod.

next thing we know, you were posing infinitely. it was basically a photoshoot in an aquarium—his camera is full of your photos rather than the fishies he initially came for.

after finishing the mini photoshoot, you stood next close to him, analyzing the photos which turned out absolutely gorgeous. "well, that was the most fun i had in a while." you said as you picked up your bag on the floor. he lightly chuckles at your words, "yeah, me too."

you wanted to say something, but you hesitated for a second—still, you decided to go for it. "since you took my pictures, maybe i could get them?" obviously hinting at something. "o-oh, yeah, of course." he muttered, as he fidgets on his phone, unsure of what to do next. "so uh, how do i..?" you stared at him, confusion creeping in, "how do you what-?" he just coughs as he scratches his head, "how do i.. send them to you?– uh- through an email?? airdrop? bluetooth...? or a pigeon??? i think i know how to do that–" your laughter immediately cuts him off. seriously though, a pigeon !?

you flashed him a smile, "a number works too, y'know?" this statement turned him red like a tomato. he just gives you a small embarassing nod as he stretches his arm out to give out his phone to you. and as for you, he was undeniably adorable—making you smile as you casually hand him his phone back.

as you two bid goodbye, you couldn't help but to slip in your name before you part ways, "it's y/n, by the way. l/n, y/n." he gave you a smile, also revealing his name. "it's leehan. kim leehan."

as you walked away, you just realized you gave your number to a stranger. well, a cute one for sure.

leehan on the other hand walks all jumpy, realizing he just scored a new connection.

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after a long but unexpectedly fun day, you found yourself going back to the moment earlier—only for riwoo to burst your thoughts, asking how your trip went. you grinned at him in excitement, "this is gonna be a long story, hyung!" and of course, riwoo was prepared; blanket? check! snacks? check! all that's left to do now is have the yapping session.

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[lulujeno]

ilyis — zhong chenle ᢉ𐭩

summary : no matter what, chenle and you were inseparable. right?

warnings : none? all i can think of is just some angst

wc : 1.4k

a/n : something from the drafts since i feel like i need to post something 🤷 if im not wrong its inspired by i love you, im sorry by gracie abrams but ngl i kinda forgot since its been toooooo long

You had always been there for Chenle. From the very beginning, you both have been inseparable, best friends who knew each other inside out. You guys spent countless hours together, texting late into the night, hanging out on weekends. Sharing the kind of bond that you guys would only describe as soulmates, platonic ones at least. Despite knowing everything about each other, you had a secret that you’ve kept from Chenle for years. You had a crush on him, maybe even loved him. Though you’ve never said the words out loud, there was no need to. It was enough just to be close to him, even if you knew deep down that he’d never see you the way you saw him.

And you were okay with that, that’s how it has always been. Or at least, what you told yourself being too scared to lose the friendship you guys had.

Your friendship has always been a constant in your life. Even when Chenle found new girls to date, you remained by his side, loyal and unwavering. Hiding the ever so growing feelings you had for him. Every time a relationship ended, he’d come back to you. Call you up, and right fall back into your easy rhythm. You knew it wasn’t healthy but you didn't want to risk anything. You knew you were always second in his life, but when he’s laughing with you or telling you how much he missed your time together, it was enough to keep you hanging on.

Until something changed.

It started out like it always does, Chenle had started dating a new girl from your university. Hana, a sweet girl loved by anyone and everyone. Nothing odd at first. Then Chenle started telling you how perfect she was, how he had found his soulmate.

Weird.

The only person he has ever called his soulmate was you and he was always sure to add the fact that it was platonic.

Then Chenle’s texts became less frequent, hang-outs becoming rare. Instead of the usual nights spent watching movies or laughing over nothing, he was suddenly always with Hana, always wrapped up in a new world that didn’t seem to have room for you.

This was starting to turn out a bit unusual compared to the other girls Chenle has dated. You tried to brush it off. Countless of times you’ve watched as Chenle falls head over heels for someone new, only to have it fall apart in the end. And each time, he’d come back, apologize for being distant, and everything would go back to normal. You told yourself that it would happen again. It always did.

It can’t be any different this time, right?

Suddenly weeks turned into months, and Chenle stopped texting as often. You found yourself always being the one to start the conversations, and it was met with short, vague responses or excuses about being too busy. The few times you did see each other, he always seemed distracted, his phone constantly buzzing with messages from Hana. Even suggesting hanging out was met with dead ends, it was always, “I’ll see if Hana’s okay with it,” or “Maybe next time. I’m with her today.”

Your heart ached, but you swallowed the pain, as you always did. You told yourself that you were just being silly, that he wasn’t abandoning you. He was just wrapped up in a new relationship, and eventually, he’d come back to you. He always did.

As much as you tried to ignore the signs of your sinking friendship, something just had to hit you with reality.

You had just finished a long day of classes and was about to head home when you saw Hana standing by the front gates, her eyes showing that she was looking for something, someone specific. You tried to walk past, but the moment she saw you she stepped in your path, her expression unreadable.

“Can we talk?” Hana asked, her voice having a slight uncertainty to it, like she had something bothering her.

“Uh, sure,” you said cautiously, unsure of what was coming.

Hana tucked a stray hair behind her ear, visibly nervous. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you and Chenle are very close...”

You blinked, confused about where the conversation was going. “He is my best friend.”

“Yeah, but, I want to make sure that there is nothing going on between the both of you,” Hana said, taking a step closer. “He might not notice it but I can tell that you like him, and not only in a friendly way.”

Her words lingered a bit before you tried to reply. “We're just friends, I promise. I’ll back off if you want me to”

“I think I’d like that,” Hana said with more confidence in her voice compared to the start of the conversation. “He’s with me now, and it feels weird for my boyfriend to be so close with another girl.”

Your heart dropped, her words suddenly feeling like a wake up call. You saw this coming for a while now. As much as you tried to deny it, Hana wasn’t just an addition to Chenle’s life, she was a replacement for you.

“I’ll try to back off then” you muttered, everything sinking all at once.

“Thank you,” Hana said, the sincerity in her voice feeling like it’s mocking you. “I hope you know how much I appreciate it and I hope that you can also find someone for yourself one day”

Hana walked away, the conversation you guys had sinking deep. You stood there, frozen, trying to keep your emotions in check. You didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to show to anyone how the thing you feared the most was becoming reality. You are standing there, feeling more alone than ever, being forced to accept your fate.

After that day, you kept your word, keeping your distance from Chenle. You didn’t text Chenle as much, didn’t ask to hang out. You told herself it was for the best, that he didn’t need you in his life anymore, not when he had Hana. But every day that passed without hearing from him was like a knife twisting in your chest.

Chenle didn’t seem to notice the distance either. Or if he did, he didn’t care enough to reach out. You watched from afar as he and Hana seemed to grow closer, their relationship thriving while your friendship with Chenle slowly withered away.

Nights of you lying on your bed, staring at your phone, hoping, even praying, that he’d text you, just like he used to. But the messages never came. Chenle was gone, lost in his new relationship, and you had no place in his life anymore.

For months, you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d come back. False hope of him eventually realising how much you had always been there for him, how much you loved him and him loving you back.

Deep down, you knew the truth. Chenle found his real soulmate this time and he wasn’t coming back.

The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and you watched as your best friend, the boy you had secretly loved for so long, slipped further and further away from you. Letting you know how your fate didn’t end with him.

Worst part was that you never told him how you felt. Never confessed the way your heart ached every time you saw him with someone else, all for the sake of keeping your friendship. Now shattering as you accept how easily you have been replaced.

You remained silent, watching him from afar and letting him live his life, even though it tore you apart. Because you knew that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough to make him stay.

And so, you let him go, knowing that he would never be yours, that he would never love you the way you loved him. And that was the hardest truth of all, the realization that some people come into your life, and no matter how much you want them to stay, they were never meant to.

“I love you,” the sentence lingering in your head. Alone in yout room, the words hanging in the empty air as you chose to keep it yourself.

Chenle would never hear them. Even if he did, all he’d have to say was I’m sorry and you knew that that's all it would take for you to come running back to him.

[primal--scream]

Here's the thing, im assuming Eddie is only taking the essentials, right? Probably very little furniture, if any, more just personal stuff, right? That U-Haul is small, so probably not even his bedroom set.

So I'm imagining at some point Eddie is going to come to a dead stop in the middle of somewhere and realize that Buck is going to have sex in his bed...with someone else.

And that little tidbit is going to fuck him up.

I have this image of Eddie standing in the hardware store picking up god knows what for his "fixer upper" and just staring into space because now he's thinking about Buck having sex, not just in his room, but IN HIS BED.

And Eddie thinks it's wrong on so many levels, because suddenly Eddie thinks that if Buck is having sex in his bed, it should be with him, not some random stranger who doesn't understand Buck, who may not care about Buck's happiness.

He ends up leaving the hardware store with the wrong drill bits, and without the paint he specifically came for, and then he nearly gets run over in the parking lot because now he's thinking about Buck naked in his bed and that is definitely worse and before he realizes what he's doing he's calling Buck and before Buck can even say hello, Eddie blurts out, "You can't have sex with anyone else in my bed."

And the voice that replies to him is distinctly not Buck, "Meaning it's okay if it's you?" The sound of Maddie's barely repressed laughter will haunt him forever.

He can't think of anything to say so he hangs up and bangs his head on his steering wheel because what the fuck is he doing. He thinks the fumes from the paint stripper have finally addled his brain.

But then his phone is ringing and he doesn't even have to look to know it's Buck so he picks up without a word, just waits.

"I wasn't planning to, but it's nice to know we might be on the same page now that you're 800 fucking miles away. Christ, Eddie, you couldn't have figured this out before you left?"

"No?"

Eddie hears Buck's huff of laughter, and for the first time in three weeks, the band around his chest loosens, and he can take a full breath.

"I'm--"

"If you say I'm sorry, so help me god, I won't talk to you for a month."

Eddie swallows, "Okay." Hes not sure what else to say now, how do you follow up a declaration like that with small talk?

"I've got vacation, I'll book a flight for next month, we'll talk about it then, yeah?"

"Yeah." Eddie is kind of glad they're not on FaceTime because he'd be incredibly embarrassed by the wide grin stretching his mouth.

"I have to go, I'm watching Jee for the night."

"Okay."

"I'll call you tomorrow, maybe then you'll be less monosyllabic."

Eddie starts to say I'm sorry, but Buck just huffs at him and hangs up.

Eddie goes back into the hardware store to exchange his drill bits and get the paint he needs.

[allthingsfangirl101]

*Sexy Assistants – Charlie

Warnings: sneaking kinks, riding, semi-public, protected sex, language

I gasped when someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into the supply closet.

"Hey, gorgeous," Charlie whispered looking me up and down.

"You know," I sighed, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my body against his, "we have a system."

Charlie and I started hooking up three months ago. Our first hook-up was after I missed a third date with a guy and Charlie got dumped over text. I was drinking in this very supply closet when Charlie walked in.

We discovered that we had the same secret drinking spot. We spent an hour drinking before we hooked up. We walked out of the supply closet completely satisfied and with the full intention of never speaking to each other again. That was until the next late-late night when we were both stuck at work.

We ended up running into each other in the mail room and hooked up there. The next day, I got an IM from him. He asked if I was staying late and I told him probably. We made plans to hook up when our bosses were eating dinner.

That's how things started. We don't hook up every day. Just when we need a little relief from our horrible bosses - so at least three times a week.

"I know we have a system," he chuckled, pulling me closer.

"Our system is an IM or text with a location," I explained.

"I know this," he moaned as he leaned in and started to kiss my neck.

"You didn't need to kidnap me, baby," I said, tilting my head to give him more room.

"It's more fun," he mumbled as he nibbled on my ear. My giggle made him bite my neck.

Our lips moved in sync as we opened each other's clothes. He liked it when my dress was falling off my shoulders and hiked up to my stomach. I liked it when his shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were around his ankles.

Charlie had me pressed up against the wall, one of my thighs wrapped around his hips as he pushed himself in and out of me. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, as I felt myself seconds away from giving in to him.

"Fuck, Charlie," I moaned as I arched my neck back and released. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes as he finished. As soon as he released, his phone rang.

"For fuck's sake," he grumbled. I gasped, making him moan when he pulled out of me. He sent me a glare before answering his phone. I had to cover my mouth to hide my laughter when Charlie answered his phone a little harsher than normal, "Yes?"

As he listened to Rick bark some orders at him, I leaned in and started to kiss his neck. I moved down his chest, smirking the harder it was for him to control himself. The lower I got, the heavier he breathed.

"I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm on my way back up to the office."

I gasped when he roughly grabbed my chin, pulling me away before I could get to his waist. I couldn't help the moan that escaped when, with his hand still on my chin, he pushed me up against the wall.

"I'll be right up with your coffee, sir."

I smirked when he hung up the phone, his eyes darkening when he looked at me.

"What?" I asked innocently. Without letting go of my chin, he took a step toward me so he had me pinned.

"You are a very naughty girl, Ms. Y/N." He said, scooting closer to me, his body smushing against mine.

"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Charlie," I said, dropping my voice.

He grabbed my face and pressed a rough kiss to my lips. I threw my arms around him and kissed him back. Without breaking the kiss, Charlie laid us down and hovered over me. We were just about to repeat what we just finished, but Charlie broke the kiss.

"I gotta go, baby," he moaned. "But Rick has a meeting so we'll be here late."

"Kristen has a meeting so we'll be stuck here until late."

"What time is her meeting?" He asked, smirking.

"8 o'clock."

Charlie leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips moved messily in sync as we stood up.

"Meet me in the empty office on the 6th floor," he moaned, breaking the kiss.

"I'll be there."

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Kristen never lets me sit in on her meetings. I used to be annoyed, but that was before I met Charlie and found out Rick never lets him sit in on meetings either. While my boss was distracted by her meeting, I snuck down to the empty office on the sixth floor. One of the lawyers retired and they haven't found his replacement yet. Not that Charlie and I minded.

When everyone went home at night and we wanted to hook up, we found someplace away from both of our bosses to do it. We heard about the empty office and loved the idea of not having to put everything back perfectly after a heated hour. 

I confidently sauntered into the office, smirking when I realized I had gotten there before Charlie. I lit the candles we had hidden, grabbed the bottle of bourbon, and made myself look messy/sexy. I was tossing my hair and running my fingers through it as the door opened.

"Damn," Charlie moaned as he walked in.

I looked over my shoulder, smirking as he instantly started shedding his suit coat. I turned around when he tossed it onto one of the extra chairs. I sauntered toward him and playfully dragged my hands up and down his chest, taking my time unbuttoning his shirt. His hands found my hips before sliding them around to my ass. I gasped when he roughly pulled me into his chest. We held our intense staring contest as he found the zipper to my dress and unzipped it.

"You know what I have been dreaming about you doing to me all day, gorgeous?" He hummed.

I didn't answer him. Instead, I pushed on his chest, making him fall back onto the couch. He moaned as he watched me step out of my dress and discard my underwear. I slowly walked toward him and knelt in front of him.

He started chewing on his bottom lip as I slid my hands up his thighs. He lifted his hips as I started undoing his pants. I stood up, sticking my ass out as I pushed his pants down.

"My wallet," he said through heavy breathing. "There's an. . ."

He gasped when I quickly straddled his lap. I grabbed his face and roughly pressed my lips to his. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling on strands, as our lips moved messily in sync.

"Y/N," he moaned against my lips. "We need. . . You're not on the. . . We should really use. . ."

He stopped talking when I sat on his lap. He watched me closely as I reached into my bra and pulled out a condom. I laughed when he tore it out of my hand. I had to grab onto his shoulders for stability when he lifted his hips, ripped off his boxers, and slipped on the condom.

My surprised giggle turned into a gasp when Charlie grabbed my hips and roughly brought them down to his. I arched my back when I felt him force his way into me. As our hips moved in sync, I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. Our lips started moving in sync as I rode him.

Charlie broke the kiss and leaned his head back, letting out a moan as I deepened my movements. Without stopping my hips, I leaned in and started sucking on his neck. I smirked against his skin as he mumbled profanities. 

He pouted when I leaned back. I kept moving my hips as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I tossed it aside, the two of us completely naked.

"Fucking hell, baby girl," he moaned. I gasped when he roughly grabbed my face and brought my lips back to his. We moaned in sync as our bodies moved roughly against each other.

"Shit," I gasped when my phone started ringing. I started to get off Charlie but he put his hands on my back, pulling me into his chest.

"Answer it," he growled, "but keep going."

I pressed a messy kiss to his lips, breaking it when I answered my phone.

"Yes?" I answered, struggling not to moan into the phone. The longer I rode him, the more we turned each other on. I closed my eyes when Charlie leaned in and started kissing my chest. I helped him out by pushing my breasts more into his face.

As I rode him, he made out with my chest. I was only half-listening to Kristen as Charlie and I focused solely on satisfying each other. My eyes widened when he started to moan a little too loudly.

I quickly covered his mouth when he broke away from my breast and leaned his head back with a loud moan. I continued to ride him and kept my hand over his mouth while I listened to Kristen repeating everything that happened in her meeting.

"And where are you?" She sighed.

Charlie and I kept eye contact as I smirked, "I'm working on some filing."

"Whatever," she scoffed. "Finish up and be back in my office in ten minutes. We need to go through the edits for the latest edition."

"Yes, ma'am," I said hanging up. I tossed my phone aside and pressed my lips back to his as I continued riding him. We pushed harder, forcing each other to give in. When we did, we broke apart and let out loud, satisfied, moans.

"Holy fuck," he moaned, leaning his head back against the couch.

"You're not the only one who can fulfill fantasies," I smirked. I leaned in and playfully licked his neck before getting off his lap. I turned around and started getting dressed. I looked over my shoulder to see Charlie stand up, take off the condom, and pull up his boxers.

"Y/N?"

I hummed as I fixed my bra straps and stepped into my underwear. I grabbed my dress and straightened it out so I could set into it.

"Can I take you on a date?"

I froze with my dress still in my hands. I turned around and studied him. "You want to. . ."

"I want to take you on a date," he said, stepping toward me. He grabbed my dress and dropped it before pulling me into his chest. "You drive me crazy, Y/N," he whispered. "But what drives me crazier is the fact that I don't get to call you mine. I get to have my way with you whenever you or I need some satisfaction, but I don't get you all to myself. It drives me crazy that I don't get to spoil you more than just sexually. It drives me crazy that I only see you at work and not every day of my life. It drives me crazy that at any moment, a guy could see you and steal you from me. It drives me crazy not being with you, Y/N."

"If it makes you feel better," I sighed, "no other guy gets to have their way with me."

"Good," he moaned. "I have to be the only guy who gets to do naughty things to you."

"Don't worry, baby," I moaned. "You have me all to yourself."

"Glad to hear it," he grunted before pressing his lips to mine. We started grinding our bodies as our tongues danced. Charlie's hands slid down my back until they got to my ass. I bit his tongue when he squeezed.

I jumped up, Charlie instantly catching me. I smirked against his lips when he sat down with me on his lap. He didn't wait long before laying us down. Our hands roamed each other's bodies as the kiss got deeper and deeper.

"I want you all to myself, baby girl," he growled as he pulled away from my lips and focused on my collarbone.

"I am all yours, baby," I moaned.

"Say it again," he grunted.

"I'm all yours, Charlie."

I gasped when he pressed his lips roughly to mine, instantly shoving his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues battled for dominance as he rocked his body against mine.

"I gotta go, Charlie," I moaned as I broke the kiss. "I told Kristen I'd be back in the office in ten minutes. That was eight minutes ago."

"Fine," he pouted. "But we are going on a date this weekend."

"If we can get away," I smirked as he got off me and helped me to my feet. Before he let go of my hand, I pulled on his and gave him one last kiss.

"We'll get away," he whispered once he broke the kiss. "I'll make sure of it."

[thurstydiaz]

I know it's not wip wednesday and nobody's following me bc of my literary prowess or anything but im desperate to share this so I can hold myself accountable to finish this in the next 24hrs 😳🤒😭 this is for my buddie spirals into a low calorie sugar daddy fantasy fic and I have like 4 scenes of buck spiraling left to complete it but I'm being held hostage by each of them

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The new year comes and Eddie gets a frantic call at 4am on Monday the 13th. 

“Buck, the ass crack of dawn isn’t even out yet.” Eddie’d been dipping his toes in the waters of a nightmare so the distraction wasn’t unwelcomed, per say, and he’d always answer for Buck no matter what, of course, but come on man. Time difference, blah blah, yeah yeah. Eddie’s got work in the morning, and he groans and rubs his forehead at the thought. 

“I didn’t pay rent,” Buck slurs into the phone. There’s a muffling sound going in and out and loud music behind him, no doubt crowded up against a wall somewhere with the phone cradled in his big paws. It’s an hour behind in LA, so it’s likely his night is only starting to wind down. “Ohmygod, Eddie, the 5th w’s like a week ago ‘n I didn’t pay rent ‘n they’re gonna pu’ me out.” He drags out the last syllable. Eddie swears he can hear Buck stomp his foot. 

“Rent got-“ Eddie smacks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and sits up, “rent got paid.” 

“Noooooo, Eddie,” Buck moans, loud and pitifully. “I totally forgot! Listen, we had –“ hic “ – obvs’ly not ‘n excuse, but – “ 

“I got a notification, Buck, so I paid it, don’t worry.” He reaches over for a drink of water, then leans back against his pillow mountain. “Where are you right now?”

“Huh? I’m – ah –“ the sound gets blurrier and after a moment it’s cleared to the sound of Buck’s short, labored breathes. “I don’t know, man.” 

Eddie’s eyes snap open, wide. “What do you mean?” He pulls the phone from his ear and starts swiping frantically. 

“N’t like tha’, noooooo,” Buck slurs, “’m on a date. S’mewhere shegos. Up’standin’ place.” 

On his screen, Eddie definitely chose Find My Friends. Why the fuck is youtube opening? He momentarily goes blind. “A date?” 

“Yeah.” Buck says it quickly, clipped, and Eddie fights through two popups before he finally gets to Buck’s dot on his screen. “Second date.” 

“Oh,” Eddie hums. He zooms in on Buck’s little blue dot, tethered to a large square in a sprawling warehouse district. “Having fun?” 

“No,” Buck sounds miserable. “Shot’s’r ‘spensive an it remind’d me about rent.” 

Eddie’s opened Lyft and put down a tag in the time it took for Buck to strangle out the sentence. “Rent got paid, Buck, I told you not to worry about it. And it’s not even that expensive.” Buck replies in a strangled noise that might have been a reply, or a call for help, or an attempt at breathing. It’s not often that he can’t decipher Buck Buckley and knowing he’s failing now is…not heartwarming. “Were you having fun…before that?” 

“No,” still miserable, a little quieter, “I missed you.” 

Scrolls down to XL. Buck needs the leg room. “Oh?” He presses the big pink button and watches it spiral once, twice, then throw a large checkmark in his face. “I got you an Uber, it’ll be there in 8 minutes.” 

Still quiet, Buck breathes out a thank you and then the muffling sounds come back. Eddie burrows back into his pillows, slides back to Find My Friends, and zooms out then in then back out then back in on Buck’s dot. A picture of him and Chris expands and squeezes small with the movements. “I miss you too, Buck.” 

“Miss you more,” Buck shoots back clearly. 

Eddie sighs into the receiver, closes his eyes and leans the top of the screen against his forehead. “Only because Chris is here.” 

“That too.” 

They stay on the line while Buck searches for his date and says his goodbyes – the girl shrieks in the background and Buck quiets her with a promise to call followed by two very wet sounds. Eddie gets a notification letting him know the driver was two minutes away and lets Buck know, loudly, quieting himself even though it’s just him in the house and himself in his head. There’s a small bump in the road, when Buck says he can’t find the Uber and only sees a Lyft, and Eddie asks what’s the difference? and Buck starts in on a rant about tipping and Eddie has to call the driver to confirm they see Buck before he’ll get in the SUV. 

The driver is nice about it all and plays a local college radio station and encourages Buck to hum along with her to some of the songs. The sound vibrates in Eddie’s ears and he’s slipping deeper into his pillows as he listens, putting the phone next to his head and resting a cheek on the edge of the glass. 

The song changes to something very brass heavy and Buck snorts a breath into the phone, hums forgotten. Voice low, as to not bring the uberlyft driver into this. “You paid my rent again.” 

“I did,” he’s not close but he’s certainly slipping into exhaustion, his voice coming out raspy. “That okay?” 

“It’s –“ Eddie can practically hear how Buck’s head lolls around the backseat “ – don’t wan’a – like – put you out. Market’s shit.”

“Not putting me out, Buck. Better pay nowadays, and cost of living is lower here.” Which is true if only nominally, when it’s 2025 and you both live in dense areas. LA much more so, of course. He stifles a yawn, but it spreads and he can hear Buck yawn on the other side of the phone. “’Sides, I kinda like it.” 

“You like going broke?” 

“I like taking care of you.” 

“Oh.” 

Eddie’s heart beat quickly becomes a third presence in their conversation. On the other end, Buck’s breathes come a little quicker and he starts, stops, starts, then stops humming. “Yeah?” Buck’s voice comes through scratchier, the effects of humming seemingly wearing on him, and the sound travels to Eddie’s belly and flip flops his insides. 

“Yeah.” He squeezes his eyes tighter, pulls an arm around himself, and tucks his body forward into the mattress. Something stirs in him, and that flip flopping motion spreads. 

“Eds,” Buck breathes into the phone, scratchy and deep, and Eddie finds himself grinding into the mattress before he can stop it. The sounds in the background let Eddie know the car’s come to a stop and Buck gives the driver a very sweet goodbye. Buck’s breathes come through the phone in low huffs that egg him on, Eddie turning so his face is down in the pillow as he continues a slow grind. “I –“ 

Eddie comes up from the pillow. “Yeah?” and back down. He’s barely half-mast, but his hips move on their own accord, chasing the rough glide of his cock against his boxers against his too-firm bed.

He hears the sound of the key enter the door but it doesn’t open. There’s a small thump. “I like when you take care of me.” Buck says it just above a whisper. 

A word gets caught in Eddie’s throat and comes out a moan into his pillow. He wills his hips to stop their movement and turns his head away from the phone, lets out a deep breath, then turns towards the phone. “Then let me, yeah?” 

“Yeah. Ok.” 

“Ok.”

It’s quiet, the only sounds short and stuttered breathes between them. 

“Buck, go inside.” 

He hears the doorknob turn, jam, and open with a short fight. Then the door closing and Buck’s keys skidding across a table top. Eddie strains a look towards the screen – 4:53am. His first alarm goes off at 5:30am. “I’m gonna hang up –“ 

Buck squeaks, “You don’t have to!” and Eddie bites his lip as the sound travels to that traitorous part inside him.

“Gonna try to catch a little more sleep’s all.” He wets his lips, pitches down his voice. “Don’t go on another date with her.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Don’t call her.” 

His breath catches. “I won’t, Eddie.”

“Good.” Then, quickly, when the words reach his ears and it makes him cringe – “Night.” 

Buck huffs out a good night of his own and Eddie’s the one to hang up moments later, the meat of one hand going between his teeth as the other travels south. It’s quickly over and Eddie half-heartedly attempts to clean himself up before rolling onto his back and peering at his screen. 

unknown: your boy made it in 👍 have a good nite

[callme-holly]

Can you please do Darrel Curtis x Wife reader, like they got married shortly before the Curtis parents death and it’s just the reader staying by Darrel throughout the grieving process and Bob’s murder and Pony and Johnny going on the lamb. And he’s like ‘why did you stay with me with all the stuff going on?’ And the reader is like ‘because I love you and I made a vow’?♥️♥️

𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐃.𝐂

a/n: im done with exams which means im back to my usual schedule!!!

The glow from the lamp in the corner does very little to diminish the shadows looming in the corners of the room, making them all the more intimidating than usual. The silence that hangs over the house is unbearable, and everything feels as if it’s been tipped on its axis and forced to cope. 

Nobody is themselves, especially not Darry; he’s been on his way to burning out for weeks, like a candle burning down to the last few centimetres of the wick, and now the flame has finally reached the bottom. He’s sat at the table, head in his hands, glaring down at the bills spread across the surface, but you can tell he's not taking in an ounce of what’s printed on the paper. There are dark shadows under his eyes, his skin is drawn and pale, and he looks so tired that it pains you.  

“Darry,” you call out, voice cutting through the stillness in the kitchen. He doesn’t look up, simply shaking his head, brushing you   and keeping his gaze downwards. “Darrel.” You try again, the finality in your tone more insistent this time, and he lifts his eyes slightly.

"Not right now, sweetheart."  His voice sounds raw from lack of use, and your heart breaks just a bit for him. You push off of the doorframe where you were leaning, stepping towards him slowly and resting your hands on his shoulders, chin on top of his head. You don't miss the way he relaxes under you, his whole body slumping  , an exhausted sigh leaving him.

"Take a break. I'll make us dinner," you offer, giving him a squeeze. He nods slowly, swallowing  , and you finally see through the mask he's been wearing ever since the boys ran off, since Bob's face landed in the papers, "MURDERED," written in bold above. Beneath that stoic facade is a man, a kid, who's been through too much too fast, and it causes something in you to tighten.

A gentle sigh leaves you, and you move round to sit yourself in his lap, not saying anything when his arms wind around your middle immediately, clutching onto you as though there might be nothing left in this world for him to cling too tight too. Your fingers trail idly through his hair, stroking it lightly. 

"They'll come back."  Your voice is soft, calm, reassuring. "They're both smart boys. They wont be gone much longer."   His only response is a nod against your chest. You know how difficult this has been for him; losing both parents, and now his little brother is something no one should ever have to go through. It's a miracle he isn't completely breaking apart by now. 

"Soda called. He's staying with Steve tonight." You don't mention why; don't tell him that it's because he can't take the silence, the emptiness, much longer.  He doesn't need to know.

"Okay," Darry whispers into your shirt before pulling back just enough to look up at you. There's something in his eyes, an almost apologetic look that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably, and your heart ache. You wish he'd just stop for a moment, lie down, sleep, rest... But asking him to do so would be futile.  No amount of begging or pleading will change his mind, especially not now.

You lean forward and catch his lips in a gentle kiss,  cupping the side of his face, thumb tracing along his jawline in a manner that's nothing but comforting. He lingers for a moment before pulling back, leaning his forehead against yours, letting out a long breath.

"I'm sorry," he mutters finally, squeezing his eyes shut. "You deserve more than this shit." You reach out and gently pull his head away, forcing his attention onto you instead of whatever he sees in his own mind.

"No. You have nothing to be sorry for," you begin, but he cuts you off sharply.

"No, hon.... I just, I don't get why you stay with me through all of this. It's just..." You watch his expression shift, becoming pensive, and your heart squeezes painfully, knowing exactly what's bothering him. 

You run your fingers through his hair again, pulling his head down so that his face is tucked in your neck once more as you rock back and forth gently.

"I'm with you because I love you, Darrel Curtis. I made a promise, a vow, to stick by you through thick and thin, and I don't break my promises."

Darry only hums in response, but you know he heard you. You know from the way he takes your hand in his rougher one, fingers lacing together, wedding rings glinting in the dim lamplight.  He squeezes softly; you're gonna be okay. Both of you. 

[pattonvirglsanders]

TMA as quotes from my friends

Elias: Kids, if you murder someone, just change your name to Not Guilty!

Melanie: Do you have a knife? Like a sharp one?

Jon: I’m dead on the INSIDE not OUTSIDE! There’s a difference!

Jon, very drunk: Did you know that humans can hear with their ears?

Martin: There’s nothing wrong with looking like an aspirin pill!

Jon: Mayyybbbee your right

Martin: YEAH YOU ARE.....wait-

Martin: Do you think Jesus can read minds?

Melanie: Are you on Jesus’s side or my side?

Tim: Shaggy had no idea he was on crack

About Martin and Peter Lucas: Newest Headline: Stubborn introverts pick a fight in a Shake Shack

Martin: I don’t like confrontation......USUALLY-

Elias: You have been DUPED, bamboozled, thunderstruck.

Martin: I don’t feel the need to be run over by a bus at this time, please come back later.

Martin: According to google, you’re JESUS-

Basira: Only serial killers drink warm Bacardi

Martin: It’s not memory foam as much as it’s TraumaFoam ™

Jon to Gerry: Where were you the night you were murdered?!

Distortion!Helen: Who needs gender when you can have pockets!

Martin: Well then you’re a noodle!

Tim: What type of noodle?

Martin: A weak noodle!

Tim: Weak isn’t a type of noodle!

Martin: Then you’re spaghetti!

Sasha: No not spaghetti, it’s too nice. What about that weird chickpea pasta?

Tim: I do not want heterosexual skittles!

Martin: We’re not gonna murder anyone today

Georgie: The cat loves getting high at our house

Melanie: *sending you good vibes and the permission to commit 1 felony*

Jonah Magnus: Life is a lot tastier the less morals you have

Elias/Jonah: Authoritarianism is great when I’m the authority

Elias @ Peter: I don’t fuck losers!

Also Elias @ Peter: I will win sex!

Distortion!Helen: Stick it to the MAN man.

Melanie: You’re not a MAN, man!

Tim: I just have a fifth sense for those things

Martin: Ah it’s melting and covered in hair! I’ll throw it out

Jon: IM melting and covered in hair! Are you gonna throw ME out?

Jon: I am now British Jesus

Melanie: If someone slaps you, kill them

Tim: I WAS BLACKOUT DRUNK THIS ENTIRE YEAR

Elias: I shall hang him instead, ROPES are reusable! :)

Elias: *looks at the aromantic flag* Is that the Italian flag?!

Jon: My gender is an ER patient

Tim: I have a politician- a PETITION- I don’t have a man I have an idea

Basira: My week has been uninteresting and Jon is probably transfem

Jonah Magnus: I accept king, queen, ruler, god

Jon: Cuocally described as quote, “a bitch”, unquote

Martin: *with the most ire you’ve ever heard* …happy salmon

Elias/Jonah: *to a telemarketer* I’m already dead

Elias: A bumpkin, a buffoon, a zipperhead

Tim: I am secure in the fact that I am a pretty, pretty princess

Elias: I want to practice tyranny

Jon about basically any Lightner: This book is about killing the hell out of each other

Elias: De Kooning wouldn’t like it but HA he’s dead

Jonah Magnus: I don’t care about the normal life expectancy, I’m going to live forever

Jon: We can call all sorts of shadows into doubt

Georgie: God’s out there chilling

Daisy: Cease and decease

Jon after accidentally starting the eyepocalypse: I appear to have made a fucky-wucky

Melanie: Elias is gone and it definitely wasn’t my fault

Peter Lucas: It’s not funny when I help people

Elias: Remember kids it’s not a felony if it’s a misdemeanor

Jon: Now I need to bring my tomes to work

About Jon: He is now no longer a little guy, he has become an instrument of destruction

The Distortion: I speak no lies… unless I speak lies

Jon in Somewhere Else: My best friend had to murder me, it was SO MUCH FUN

[seastarblue]

get blasted with Yap (part 001)

tldr: Kaiden is a victim of Plot and she’s been like this since her late teens. Lloyd is a Jerk as per usual. A big conflict in the story is his constant presence over Kai’s life. ✨Blackmail✨ and I’m ngl this is basically her backstory lmao

the actual blackmail is nearer to the bottom 🙏😭

You already know Kaiden was one of the Azari Knights. Basically… Baby (17-18) Kaiden knows that the Azari is just a knight organization, they go to war and stuff sometimes like the Guard, but they pay way better and they take in people who don't already have connections. (The Guard is pretty corrupt im ngl).

So when she’s approached with an offer (still thinking about the complexities of this) she accepts, because a) ✨job stability✨ and b) ✨money✨, the two things she needs right now (taking care of her brother and all that on her own)

She’s taken in as a squire, and the overseer of the squires notes that shes not. Really There. Her mind is somewhere else. She asks to leave earlier than everyone, too. Mx Overseer takes this to Lloyd, and he takes her into his office, because if theres a problem with a squire they’re taken to the higher up who recruited them (in this case Kai (and maybe Felix too idk) was scouted by Lloyd.)

They have a long talk, and Kaiden confesses she is a) the sole caregiver of a ten year old boy, her brother, and b) she lied about her age when being scouted (the age of adulthood is 20, and as I said she’s only 17-18). She panics, thinking that he’ll fire her in the spot for not being “dedicated enough”, or worse—he’ll throw her in jail for lying. Despite this certainty she begs him to let her stay, and says she’ll do anything. Lloyd will remember this. He calms her down and to her surprise says he’d be willing to help her out (as in hire someone to watch over Isaac, pay rent, this guy is RICH ok) and she gratefully agrees.

and so it begins… Lloyd starts making her do horrible things all in the name of “paying it forward”, dangling Isaac’s wellbeing over her head. Fast forward, Kai’s 24-25, and the incident at Liaba Ridge has disabled her badly. In this time she’s realized that the Azari is not what it’s cracked up to be and that Lloyd has played her like a fiddle.

Her breaking point is when, while in recovery, she demands to know where Felix is. Lloyd simply says something like “He’s not important” or “I care not for the people outside my knighthood.” Then, he has the audacity to ask when she’ll begin working again, on her own as opposed to the traditional pairs the Azari work in.

Kai snaps, she says she’s leaving and theres nothing he can do about it. Every single bit of frustration that’s compiled over the last 5-6 years all comes out at once while she’s in a daze from meds.

A moment.

Then another.

Kai wonders if she’s fucked up.

And Lloyd says “Go right ahead.”

Kai’s confused. Before she can reply she passes out.

When she wakes up from surgery and regains her bearings (maybe a couple weeks) she goes right back to Lloyd’s office and repeats that she will not be staying with the Azari.

He’s like “Yup sure. Bye bish.”

And then she gets kicked escorted out.

She sees Isaac, now aged 16-17 outside. He looks worried.

He tells her they've been evicted. Just that morning, from the apartment a certain someone had been paying the rent for.

Now Kai’s out of a job, her leg hurts, and they have nowhere to sleep. … oh shit moment ig

fast forward, after a few months of Hard Times they eventually meet Selene, she feels bad after hearing their story and bc she has Personal Beef with the Azari she asks her grandmother (the Guildmaster) to take them in. She agrees, and the two are given a home.

Now. I said this was on the topic of blackmail! I feel like yall needed some context so there that is. Here’s where the actual stuff comes in:

Soon after, something (inciting incident) happens to Kai which leads to her being back in Lloyd’s office. He offers her her place back. She wants to refuse, she wants to never see this horrid man’s face again, but. Alas.

According to him, she owes him. For the help in her younger years, for dealing with her mishaps as a knight, for the effort from the healers to bring her back from the brink of death. So she has no choice. It’s either this, or he’ll burn that damned guild—that second home, the one that gave her a second chance—to the ground.

What can she do? She knows he’ll do it. After all, he’s already messed up her life in more ways than one. Who’s to stop him from ruining others’s?

———

yay yap done ^^

i felt far too silly doing this sob

[sturnbows]

Slut! - c. sturniolo

summary: your bsf!chris comforts and admits his feelings for you after your ex-boyfriend spreads rumors about you.

warnings: fluff. domestic relationship. bullying. profanity. first kiss (lmk if i missed anything !!)

you were popular at your high school. however, not as popular as your best friend chris. chris was known for being the cool jock of your grade. you on the other hand, were known for being the school slut.

you and chris had been best friends since birth. your parents grew up together, so naturally you were very close with the sturniolo brothers.

the relationship between you and chris was different. you were always close with matt and nick. but sometimes there would just be things that only chris would understand about you.

when high school started, chris joined the lacrosse team and instantly became well known. and you stayed… underground.

however, nothing changed within the relationship between you and chris. he would always invite you to events to make you feel less left-out. it was nice. but it always felt different. you were always the odd one out, no matter how hard chris would try to hide it.

that was, until you got your first boyfriend. things were finally starting to feel real. and everything felt perfect. being lovestruck, went straight to your head.

you were used to chris talking about his relationships, but when it came to yours it was weird. it wasn’t normal for you to be the one talking about your relationships and not chris’s.

aiden. aiden was your first boyfriend. he was on the lacrosse team. you met through a ‘lacrosse game after party’ event that chris brought you along to. it felt awkward to be the only person there that wasn’t on the team.

as you were on the way home from the party, you got a text from an unfamiliar phone number.

“hey! its aiden, from the party. chris gave me your number.”

and thats how it started. it was nice at first. he was kind and your parents respected him. he was everything you thought you wanted.

after a few weeks he became protective, jealous, and defensive. confiscating you from seeing the sturniolos, blocking all men on your phone, and being next to each other 24/7 made you exhausted.

you started to slowly distance yourself from him. neglecting his affection was obvious. you haven’t even had your first kiss. but you were sure about one thing, it wasn’t going to be with aiden.

in these situations, you would normally just ask chris for advice, but you were banned from seeing him and you had enough. you just needed your best friend. and you sure weren't going to lose chris because of some boy.

when the realization hit you, you grabbed your phone and typed out a breakup text to aiden. confused and helpless, you clicked send. hoping it was the right decision.

anticipating the indignant reply wasn’t helping. so in desperate need of closure, you clicked the block button.

feeling relieved, you made your way over to the sturniolo’s house. knowing they were agitated with you was going to be hard. but you had no where else to go. you just needed to see chris.

thinking of an apology was pointless. whatever you say was going to be shut out. feelings of guilt washed over you as you walked up to their house.

and that brings you to now.

as you anxiously ring the doorbell of their house, you fidget with your necklace and clothing. only a few seconds pass before the door swings open and your eyes meet with another familiar pair of eyes. you see chris standing there surprised.

without hesitating, you both step forward to lock arms. the hug is relieving. it feels as if nothing had changed. and maybe it hasn’t.

that was, until chris pulls away and looks at you in sorrow. “hey. i heard that you and aiden broke up, im sorry.”

you look back at him confused. “wait what. who told you that?”

he stands completely upright when a look of realization flushes his face. “oh.” chris realizes something that you obviously haven’t.

distance grows between you and chris and you are eager to figure out what happened.

“oh shit, i thought you knew, im sorry. aiden is telling everyone that you slept with the entire lacrosse team because you were mad that he dumped you”

your face drops. “what??” you place your head into your hands and start to regret your actions.

you shake your head defensively. chris notices how you anxiously play with your jewelry as your eyes wander.

he wraps an arm around your back and traces small circles. he shuts the front door behind you as he guides you to the kitchen.

he always knows when things are wrong, and he always knows exactly how to comfort you. it’s one of your favorite aspects of him.

“no… no, no! thats not what happened! not even a little bit!” you spit out. feeling more angry than disappointed. you sit down onto the kitchen counter then chris takes a seat next to you.

“yea i never believed it, but he’s told about half the school, so i dont speak for everyone else.”

that statement freezes your face. you sit in silence for a few moments before a notification rings from your phone. you take a deep breath before picking up your phone.

“hey girl. i know you dont know me. and i dont know whats true, but i heard you were hooking up with wyatt? just stay back.”

you throw your phone back onto the counter. and grunt annoyed. chris wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you to lay on his chest. small tears pile in your eyes, causing every blink to release more stains on chris’s hoodie.

“ive never even had my first kiss, how is it that believable that i would sleep with the entire lacrosse team.” you giggle at your own words.

“aiden never kissed you? pathetic.” chris is shocked at that fact. almost glad. he makes you both laugh at that. he always knows how to cheer you up when you’re sad.

and finally, your friendship with chris feels normal again. it wasn’t the first time you were crying into his shoulder over a boy. even with everything that happened, at least you had comfort knowing you have your best friend back.

chris had you convinced that the rumors would only last a couple days, however it was now week 3 of hell. eating lunch in bathroom stalls, unknown girls giving you dirty looks, and murmurs about your name coming from teachers.

your friendship with chris didn’t change. in fact, it made you closer. he was always your best friend, but right now he was your only friend.

it was now a saturday night and you and chris were having a ‘scream’ movie marathon night. matt and nick usually join along too, but they were spending the night at a friends house. it was nice having one-on-one time with chris.

you are sharing a blanket with chris on the couch. your head resting on his shoulder, your phone in your hands, scrolling on instagram.

chris looks over at you, laying peacefully on his chest. you lift your head to look back. you giggle when you make eye contact and turn back to your phone. you and chris would always cuddle on the couch when watching movies. but for some reason, this time felt different. but not for a reason you could easily point out.

“hey emma from math class asked me for your number. want me to give her it?” you wonder, prepared to write out a response.

you were used to giving out chris’s number to girls. everyone wants him, that was your crime. but who can blame them, in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman. being nice and popular was rare in high school.

“no its fine.” you sit up confused. there was no reason for chris to turn her down. “huh?” you reply confused.

“why wouldn’t you want to go out with emma? so many guys would die to go out with her.” you ask. “i dont know… ever thought i maybe liked someone else???”

you are intrigued by chris’s secret. “whattt tell me!! who?!?” you beg. fully sitting up now, hands planted by your sides. you lock eyes for a moment before he sarcastically rolls his eyes and giggles.

he tilts his head back, ignoring your question. you and chris never kept secrets from each other, especially about the people you had interest in.

“you are not a man of many words.”

thats when he looks back at you. his aquamarine eyes meet yours. the silence of the movie collided with the silence in the room made the tension heat up. you are suddenly hyper-aware of how close you both are to each other.

he shakes his head, almost as if he was at a loss of words. he laughs as he looks deeper into your eyes. “i swear to god, you drive me insane y/n.”

chris grins and chuckles at your confused expression. “you seriously don’t know how to take a hint.” he takes a strand of hair and tucks it behind your ear.

you always felt safe with chris. you could trust him. after aiden, you didn’t know if you would ever trust a man again. but realistically, chris was always someone you could trust. you didn’t realize it before, but he was the only person you truly felt connected with.

at that, chris gets closer to you. the small mumbles coming from the tv makes the situation comfortable.

“what if all i need is you?” chris reassures you. whispering softly in your ear.

without hesitation, you connect lips.

it feels right. its not forced, and it definitely doesn’t feel like the “feelings” you had with aiden. it was sweet. not lustful, just sweet. he always knew how to comfort you. maybe being a slut would be worth it for once.

author’s note: this is lowk long as fuckkk. i had this idea earlier td and i jst thought it would be a little fluff blurb but here yall go. watch this flop bc this is my first post !! (reblogs, likes, & comments dont hurt aswell (>ᴗ•) ! )

taglist: @jointlesss @baileysturnz

[kireilien]

i'm lowkey nervous to ask this cause i don't know how u feel about this(i'm sorry if it makes u uncomfortable ( • ᴖ • ｡)) but it's not against ur guidelines so..

fem!reader with her step twins beomgyu and winter(NOT A THREESOME, she has sex with them separately with no voyeurism or anything)who hate eachother and have a broken brother-sister relationship that gets worst becasue they're both lusting after their step sis(no romantic or sexual thing going on with them at all), essentially a poly relationship where two people share one person but don't have anything to do with eo iykwim

anon don’t feel bad!!!! if it’s not against my guidelines i will appreciate any thoughts w open arms!!! this is actually really interesting im thinking many thoughts

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, stepcest, use of winter’s real name; dom!beomgyu, dom!minjeong, sub!reader, twin step siblings!beom/jeong, toxic!beom/jeong, dubcon, kissing, humiliation, dry humping, free use, oral (m/f receiving), fucked up family dynamics, use of “slut”

last time i’m warning you, i have a cut for a reason. do not like? do not read! if you do not like this content it is literally your fault you’re reading. anyways c’mon my freaks!!

THANK YOU FOR BEING THE FIRST ANON TO INDULGE IN MY STEPSIBLING ROT

ugh they’d win you over so quick bc the disgusting freak you are, you immediately thought your new step siblings were so hot </3 this is all dubcon bc you’re so nasty allowing them use you like this! 

it all started when you met the twins. they looked similar but not too similar. they had this glint in their eyes. of pure hatred. you could tell beomgyu and minjeong couldn’t stand each other. and that continued after you initially met them. one day they could chat about something for two seconds but immediately after they would start yelling at each other.

you thought it was never gonna end with the amount of shouting contests they had but once their eyes landed on you, oh it was so over. 

minjeong would casually drop by in your room at the most ungodly hours to have some “step sister bonding” whatever that means… bonding usually ended up with minjeong’s tongue down your throat, mumbling how disgusting you were allowing your big step sister to ruin you like this, not wanting anyone else touch you since you were so gross by getting touched by your step sis. 

beomgyu would visit you during the day when everyone but you and him were at work. he’d come into your room while you were doing some homework and come up behind you telling you how step bro needs your “help” which usually entails him rubbing his cock on your ass until he cums. how yucky. you’re js sitting there enticing your step brother like that. 

this would carry on and on for weeks until your parent and step parent planned for a honeymoon since they never got the chance to do so. so what does this mean for you? your step siblings will have their own honeymoon with you at home!!! but what’s with fucked up family dynamics without some drama? it started when you refused to tell the other step sibling what you’ve been doing with the other these last few weeks, but of course, they found out. 

“i had y/n first. i have a right to fuck them whenever i want.” minjeong would spit out. 

“i admitted i found y/n hot first. it should be me.” beomgyu would retort back. 

of course. you wanted both of them. so you suggested a schedule. a fucking schedule when your step siblings could just walk into your room and use your disgusting body! to make it easy, you decided every other day. (jeong and beom refused to do a mon/wed/fri and sun/tues/thurs because they fought who wanted saturday more)

after this, there was no going back.

one day beomgyu would just drop his sweats and boxers to have you take his entire length in his mouth. another day minjeong would do the same to drop her sweats and panties to have you lap at her pussy. day after day it was a new position for their pleasure and their pleasure only. calling you their little slut and contorting you in ways you’ve never known before. 

even if they hated each other, you couldn’t deny it. they were alike. calling you their slut, only using you for their pleasure, and humiliating you to make you believe that you were disgusting for allowing your step siblings to ruin you like this.

it was all too alike.

heyyyy freak off contest and your opponent is me i have like a 70% of winning LMFAO

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