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rin-may-1103 · 3 months ago

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Just a Bite (part two)

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Danny slid into the taxi and closed the door, not even a second later did the man merge into traffic. Sneaking a glance at the driver, who somehow looked even worse than Danny did when he hadn't slept in four days, Danny slowly peeled off the sticky note from the seat.

glancing down, he found Clockwork's familiar handwriting. (which he would like to add, shouldn't be as familiar as it is, but then again, he shouldn't be having tea time with him either.)

Do what you think is right, only then does your future look bright.

well, alright then. does that mean Danny should jump out the moving car? because he didn't think walking into some poor rich dude's house and forcing his company on the family was the right thing to do. He thought it was the most convenient at the moment, sure, but not the right one.

flipping the note over, Danny found more writing;

Do not jump out of the car, you've already come this far. Patience will be a virtue. This is worth the persue. Do not worry, there is no hurry.

"what the hell, Clockwork?" Danny quietly hissed, glaring off to the side and out the window. "You become friends with Ghostwriter or something? and what do you mean don't worry? I'm literally running from the government. if nothing else, that's probably the one thing I need to worry about."

Another sticky note poped up, this time stuck to the back of the driver's seat. Glancing up, Danny waited a second for the driver to be distracted before reaching out and snatching the note.

the only thing on it was a very shitty smily face.

what the fuck.

"this isn't funny, clocky!" Danny hissed again, glancing up to make sure the driver hadn't heard him. "mom and dad literally have my ecto signature, they only need a single hint of which direction to go before it becomes all too easy to find me again."

closing his eyes, Danny took a deep breath.

holding it for a second, then exhaling. Alright. Fine, if Clockwork isn't worried or against this, then there's no reason not to do this. (well besides the obvious one; it's rude to walk into someone's house uninvited and whatnot.)

"fine, but I'm only staying long enough to snag some food and then I'm gone, got it?" Danny grumbled, glaring at his reflection in the window. he didn't receive another note, so he leaned back and watched as the city passed. Slowly buildings spread out, and green lawns turned into green fields.

staring down at the smiley face, Danny shook his head, carefully he pulled out his phone and removed the case. shoving the sticky note inside, Danny put the case back on and put his phone in his pocket. it was dead, so he couldn't do anything else with it so might as well make it useful. who knows when Danny might need that little bit of ectoplasm.

A few minutes later, the taxi slowed to a stop next to a black gate and rolled down the window. "taxi 'ere, Mr. Wayne already paid me."

"I see," a strongly British voice echoed from the box, "come in." The gate beeped a second later and swung open, allowing the taxi to drive through. Danny glanced around the front 'yard' as they approached the looming building. Nicely trimmed green grass fields as far as the eyes could see, trees lining where Danny had to assume were the property lines.

somehow it was completely different from Vlad's front yard, yet still, Danny could only describe them as the same. Green, full of flowers and sculpted bushes and outlandishly garish paveways for their rich front doors. If Danny squinted he could swear there were butterflies happily fluttering around the sides of the building.

and Danny uses the word building here because that was not a house.

No, no. That building wasn't even a mansion like Sam's house. nor was it a castle, like Vlad's. It was an old building of amalgamated eras and themes. Danny was so annoyed his phone was dead right now, Sam would have lost her mind if she could see what he was. Are those eighteenth-century dormers right next to a twentieth-century skylight???

you know what? Mr. Wayne deserves to have all of his food eaten right in front of him. Who in their right mind would allow their home to look like that? And in the twenty-first century no less!

The taxi pulled to a stop; and Danny, lost in his Sam-induced horror, automatically pushed the car door open, stumbled his way out, closed the door, and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to stare up at the roof.

Taxi man sniffed and then drove off, his jaw cracking yawn echoing in the back of Danny's mind.

"Master Tim?" the British voice from earlier echoed out from the now-opened door. Danny's gaze dropped from the roof and down to the older man now walking toward him. the man hadn't looked up from his newspaper, still reading a paragraph as he stopped in front of Danny.

blinking, Danny glanced down at the paper. he might as well see what had the man's attention so thoroughly. Another article about Damian Wayne and the schoolyard incident.

Danny snorted, he remembered reading about that one. Someone had thrown away their copy and Danny had been bored. let's just say Danny was thoroughly entertained. he even had thoughts about how the kid had managed to sneak in a small dagger with how tight the school's security claimed to be.

"it had to be his belt, I just know it," Danny whispered, leaning a little more to try and see what the new article revealed.

"yes, yes. young master Damian snuck his dagger to school, no need for you to tell me how for the seventh time. Now, then." the butler, folded the paper and put it in his back pocket, and then, again without looking, gently grabbed Danny's arm and guided him toward the door.

"master bruce has been worried about your lack of sleep, you will go to your room and take a nap or you will not be allowed to share in your siblings' desert at diner tonight." the British man sternly continued, closing the front door behind them.

Danny blinked at him, then at the large foyer in front of them. he was so glad Vlad hadn't splurged on aesthetics like this family obviously had. Was that a crystal chandelier?

The British man, Danny was going to call him Gramps now, guided Danny to the stairs and then promptly let him go so he could rush off to find the source of a loud crash, but not without telling Danny (master Tim) to get some rest.

Glancing up at the grand stairs (covered in an obscene amount of glitter) and finding a large golden framed painting of the ocean with a for sale sign next to it, Danny made up his mind.

Mr. Wayne was a multi-billionaire, who allowed his ancient family home to be butchered. If he wasn't going to respect his home when Danny didn't even have one anymore?

Then Danny was going to honor Sam; The person who had dragged him into this hellish life of interior and exterior design (as well as the half'a life coincidently). And how was he going to do this, you ask? well what else, then do the very thing she's dedicated her time to?

Eating the rich.

Or in this case; their food.

and well, what was a ghost supposed to do when welcomed into an ancient home with ungrateful residences? Not haunt them?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #dc x dp #dpxdc #bruce wayne #jason #cass #damian #tim #just a bite Au #part two #misunderstandings #found family #angst #danny is a little shit

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redflagshipwriter · 8 months ago

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Hot Ghouls in your area ch 6

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Danny felt like something scraped off the pavement. Through an act of absolutely heroic willpower (and outright fear of Jazz trying to help him rebalance his workload) he made it through his morning classes.

He staggered away from campus, brain buzzing tiredly over numbers and formulas and also his accidental concubine.

Nope. He shook his head rigorously. “I need a pick me up,” Danny decided. He ignored the common sense that said ‘coffee isn't going to fix this.’ Sure. That was true. But it wouldn't hurt, would it? And he was way overdue for the first meal of the day.

He shouldered his way into a café near campus. This wasn't one of the most convenient ones or one of the trendy ones with different seeds or organic whatever baked goods on rotation.

Nah. It was dark, mostly empty, and multiple tables were along the wall with nice views of the windows and door. The only other customers he had seen in this place were 50+. Well, there had been a high school girl inside once, but she'd clearly come in because her grandmother was the owner. Danny beelined to his preferred table and unloaded his backpack onto the spare chair before he gratefully collapsed.

Ah. Dark. Quiet. He slouched onto the table a bit.

“You look tired,” said the owner.

Danny lifted his head just enough to give her a cheesy smile. “Can I get a coffee, please?” He croaked. “And- is it still lunch hours?” They stopped doing lunch at two, didn't they? Shoot. What time-

“I can do lunch,” she reassured. She scribbled something deftly onto a pad of paper. “Roast beef sandwich set?”

“I will protect you with my life,” Danny vowed.

She laughed and turned away, but he was for real for real. Danny forced himself to sit up enough to look around his surroundings. He wanted to stay awake. He had just one more class today - a 4 to 5:30 lab. Once he got through that, he could go to bed.

Huh.

He accidentally made eye contact with a young guy holding up a book. Danny lifted a single wave and then looked away awkwardly.

‘Wait a second.’

Danny did a double take.

Yes. Yes, that fucker was holding up a copy of a book from the library in Pariah's keep. It had ghost writing on it.

The guy slowly, pointedly lifted an eyebrow. He was- he was hot and huge and Danny had seen him lift like 200 lbs of books like they were nothing at all.

Danny flushed bright red and buried his face in his hands.

Okay. Okay, so that was Jason's face. How had he found Danny??? That was absurd. …Was it a threat? It felt kinda threatening. Was he in like, danger? Danny pulled his hands away from his face and squinted as subtly as he could at his hellion of a ghost spouse. What kind of sick mind game was it to lurk along his daily route and passive aggressively remind him that he should be working on their divorce?

Worse than that. This was the fastest anyone had ever found his personal identity. Fear and confusion trawled around his gut. How? Literally how? Danny raced back through his memory of their conversation and kicked himself over every misstep he could remember. Clearly, Jason had been prodding him for enough information to trick him into doxxing himself. It was a betrayal, honestly.

Wait. The burner phone. Danny didn't know how, but Jason must have been able to track it. It was a trick.

Danny gave him a nasty look when he figured that out.

Jason pretended to be absorbed in his book. The bastard!

Danny got tenser and tenser, the tendons in his hand flexing into visibility on top of the table.

He felt guilty about not dropping everything and then resentful that apparently Jason wanted him to. He had other things to do, okay? His school life was important.

“Here's your coffee.”

“Thanks,” Danny said automatically, and moved his hands to free up space for the cup and little container of cream. He immediately spooned in sugar and dumped in all the cream. He was way too grateful for something to do with his hands. He breathed in steam and then took a careful sip. It was a good chance to steal another glance at Jason through his lashes.

Jason was still pretending not to pay attention to him.

What was his deal?

His plate came. Danny ate mashed potatoes and gravied meat with more viciousness than usual, casting dark looks at Jason over the vividly orange carrots he speared into his mouth.

The sugar, caffeine, and confused anger hit his nervous system and converted itself helpfully into energy. Danny buzzed with energy. He was going to tell Jason to back off, he decided. The guy still hadn't moved other than to sip at what had to be ice cold tea by now.

“Do you have a problem?” Jason drawled. For the first time, he shut the book and fixed his green eyes directly on Danny.

“I was wondering what your problem is, actually,” Danny shot back. He gave a pointed look to the book. “Real funny bringing that out in public.” His gaze tracked back up to make eye contact and then his brain stuttered.

Holy cow. That was an ecto sheen on his eyes.

‘... I've already contaminated him?’

“It's just a book,” Jason said, voice full of fake confusion. As if he hadn't brought it there to make a point!

Yeah, okay. Danny scoffed. “Whatever, asshole,” he dismissed. He dug money out of his wallet and slapped it on the table to cover his lunch. He barely remembered to grab his backpack through the haze of anger. “I'm sure I'll see you soon.” He took the time to aim an ugly face at Jason on the way out, pulling his lower eyelids down and sticking out his tongue. He barreled out the door while Jason was still sputtering in his fake ass shock.

Boo! That jerk!

#red hot ghouls #dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main #jason todd #danny fenton #Jason fails to enjoy a nice cup of chamomile

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ziggyzolch · 7 months ago

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Queen Bee-atch Ⅶ (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: None, lighthearted chapter tbh

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The sound of a marker cap popping open echoes across the walls of Regina’s room. Squeaking could be heard from the other side of the house with how aggressively she was writing.

She ignores her mothers insistent knocking as she pulls out a pair of scissors and cuts the photo of her and Cady in half. Pulling out a glue stick, Regina aggressively sticks the photo in the middle of the page.

She takes a deep breath, calming herself down and sitting back to admire her work. ’This girl is the nastiest skank bitch I've ever met. Do not trust her. She is a fugly slut!’ Captioned above a picture of her stuck in the burn book.

Those byotches had no idea what was coming. ✮✮✮

This party was worse than anything she could’ve imagined. Someone broke her mothers vase, Gretchen and Karen wouldn’t leave her alone, and, worst of all, she threw up on Aaron!

“Aaron, wait!” Her heels were digging into the backs of her feet as she chased after her longtime crush, wiping the puke off her mouth.

Aaron angled his body towards Cady, walking backwards and pointing his finger at her, “You are a clone of Regina.”

Cady sighed before perking up, “Call me!”

Aaron ignored her, wiping her vomit off his shirt as he disappeared around the corner.

At the sound of a motor, Cady scrunches her eyebrows, turning towards the source of the mechanical whirring. She curses under her breath as she watches you, Damien, and Janis approach on a motor scooter.

“You dirty little liar.” Janis jumps off of the scooter, stomping towards Cady while you and Damien spin around, unable to stop the scooter.

“I’m sorry! I can explain-”

“Explain how you didn’t invite us to your party?”

You pipe up, “Janis, I’m getting dizzy!”

She glares at you as Cady replies, “I had to act like I hated you! You told me to pretend to be plastic.”

“This,” Janis looks Cady up and down, “Is not pretend. You’re plastic. Cold, hard, shiny plastic.”

Damien warns Janis about his curfew before she continues, “Did you have an awesome time? Did you drink awesome shooters and listen to awesome music and just sit around soaking up each others awesomeness?”

Cady’s face contorts in anger, “You made me like this! All because of some bullshit petty 6th grade drama!”

Janis scoffs, raising her arms up in exasperation, “Oh my god! At least me and Regina George know we’re mean. You still try to act all innocent! You got what you wanted. Aaron broke up with Regina, yet you still mess with her. You know why? Because you’re a mean girl! You’re a bitch!” She throws her artwork at Cady, “You can have this, it won a prize.”

Janis gets back onto the moving scooter, almost falling off when you shake the vehicle getting off. Cady’s eyes widen when she sees you rushing towards her, preparing herself for another scolding when you run past her into the house party. Janis and Damien groan, turning back around and spinning.

Cady’s eyes widen when she catches you walking out with two half full bottles of vodka.

“Alright, let’s go.” You jump back onto Damien's lap, adjusting your hold on the two bottles. Cady runs her hands through her hair, letting out a breath. She starts walking back into her house when she hears Damien's voice,

“I want my pink shirt back!”

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“Wanda literally solos all of…” You trail off when a group of girls rush past you gasping at their phones as you walk through the doors. You and Janis turn to each other in confusion before Damien runs up to both of you and drags you further into school. “Check what I sent you!”

Janis pulls out her phone at Damien’s request, her jaw dropping, “No. Fucking. Way.”

She turns her phone towards you. Squinting your eyes at her screen, you read,

“Damien, too gay to…function?! That's only okay when we say it!” You turn away from her phone, pointing and watching the commotion with your friends. Looking around, you ask,

“Have you guys seen Regina?”

Before either could answer, the sound of the fire alarm and sprinklers going off startles everyone.

“All junior girls report to the gymnasium, immediately! Immediately!”

Damien puts on his hood, before walking alongside you and Janis to the gym. Taking your seats on the bleachers at the back, you open your phone to look through the different pages of the burn book.

“Hah! Check this out: ‘Trang Pak is a grotsky little byotch’. It’s like a foreign language.” Janis and Damien giggle as you continue scrolling, ignoring the pang in your heart when you scroll past your own page, and scrunching your eyebrows in confusion at Regina’s. Didn’t she make this? Speaking of...

You stand up, looking around for her, when you catch Cady walking in awkwardly. She makes eye contact with you, offering you a little smile that you return. As shitty as what she did was, it wasn’t entirely on her. Plus she was about to go through way shittier with the way people kept staring at her.

She turns looks next to you, still smiling, when Janis catches her eye and flips her the bird.

The stare off was interrupted by Principal Duvall starting his speech, going on and on about how he oughta cancel our spring fling. You weren’t really paying attention until the end.

“Who has any lady problems they’d like to share?” You snort when you catch Gretchen pushing Karen's hand down.

Another girl you barely recognize raises her hand, “Somebody wrote in that book that I’m lying about being a virgin because I use super jumbo tampons,”

You, Janis and Damien start hitting each other, holding your noses and trying not to laugh when she continues, “I can’t help it if I’ve got a heavy flow and a wide set vagina.”

Your face was turning red, barely holding it together when Damien snorts. You bark out a laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth when everyone turns to look at you.

“Yeah, I can’t do this.” Principal Duvall sighs and urges Ms. Norbury to continue for him.

“Alright, everybody close your eyes,” She pauses, “Raise your hand if you’ve ever had a girl say something mean about you behind your back. Now open your eyes.”

You look around the room, everybody had their hands raised. She continues, “Close your eyes again. Raise your hand if you’ve ever said anything mean about a friend behind their back,”

You peek an eye open, raising your hand when you see everyone else's hands raised. You catch Regina doing the same. There she is. “Now open.”

You, Janis and Damien all collectively gasp when you see each other's hands raised.

“Seems like there’s been a little girl-on-girl crime here, let’s do a couple exercises...” Ms. Norbury had all of you confront your friends on what bothered you.

After a couple of confrontations and arguments, Regina stands up with her arms crossed, “Can I just say that I don’t think we have a clique problem at this school. Some of us don’t need to be here! We’re just victims.”

Ms. Norbury smiles, “That's probably true. How many of you have felt personally victimized by Regina George?” You slide down your chair, groaning in second-hand embarrassment when everybody raises their hands.

Janis rolls her eyes and pulls you back up to sit properly.

“Cady, is there anything you’d like to own up to?” Ms. Norbury calls out.

“No.” Cady replies

“You never made up a rumor about anyone?”

Cady looks around, shuffling in her seat, “No.”

“Nothing you want to apologize for?”

“...No.”

Ms. Norbury says something to Cady that you couldn’t catch before moving on. “Alright. Everybody up.”

She made us gather around a little platform, letting whoever wanted to go up and apologize for whoever they’ve hurt. It was absolutely horrible trying to hold in your laugh as the apologies began, especially when Karen fell forward into the trust fall instead of backwards. Someone you don’t recognize goes up, crying and apologizing.

“She doesn’t even go here!” Damien shouts before pushing you in front of him and pulling the strings of his hoodie. You stand on your tiptoes, attempting to conceal him as Janis moves closer to you. "I can't see shit from here," You mumble, trying to look between the girls stood in front of you.

Wanting to get a better view, you decide to move towards the front of the crowd. You pushed yourself between the girls, ignoring the curses thrown your way. Karen noticed you walking towards her and Gretchen and moved to the side as Gretchen went up, making space for you. Your smile dropped as Gretchen began her speech.

Oh wow. Gretchen was horrible at apologies.

Gretchen turns and falls backwards. Entranced by the train wreck that was Gretchen's half-assed apology, you hadn’t noticed people scattering away from you and Karen. Ms. Norbury gasps.

You all fall to the ground, Gretchen and Karen landing on top of you. Karen gets up after Gretchen, helping you up after her and adjusting your disheveled hair. You raise your eyebrows as she begins squeezing your cheeks with a far away look in her eyes before Gretchen starts pulling her arm. Snapping out of whatever trance she was in, she lets Gretchen drag her away, offering you a smile and a wave goodbye,

They could never make you hate her.

Janis pats your shoulder as she walks past you and up onto the platform, beginning her speech. Your eyes widen as she begins to list everything she’d done to sabotage Regina.

“Ay ay ay ay ay!” She ends her speech and jumps into the crowd as they all cheered her on. You were about to join when a teary eyed Regina pushed past you.

"Regina!" You and Cady called at the same time. You looked at each other for a moment before running towards Regina.

Cady keeps walking as you stop at the edge of the street, leaving them to hash it out when you feel a hand on your shoulder. A breathless Janis was standing next to you. You pat her back, “Nice speech, you should join Model UN.” Janis shakes her head in disgust, making you laugh until you notice a school bus speeding towards Regina.

"No!" Janis attempts to pull you back as you rush forward, jumping towards Regina and pushing her out of the way.

You both land on the harsh asphalt, groaning.

“God! Who drives that fucking fast in a school zone?!” You had your hand on your chest, trying to come down from the rush of adrenaline. “At least no one got hurt,”

Sitting up and looking around, you notice everyone’s eyes on you, “What? Why is everyone looking at me?”

Regina’s scream startles you. “Oh my God!” She says while standing up and pointing at your leg. You raise an eyebrow, turning to where she was pointing.

Oh god.

“Is the bone supposed to stick out like that?” You attempt to joke, before promptly blacking out. The last thing you see being Cady, Regina, and Janis all running towards you.

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Long-ish A/N: I used the gymnasium scene from the original mean girls, its lowkey funnier. I know this chapter has a criminal lack of Regina, but I promise I'll make up for it next chapter. I just needed to move the story along.

I made a little sketch of how I imagine R, but I made her vague in the fic on purpose! You get to imagine her however you want. This is just how I imagine her.

Will I acknowledge the fact that she looks like me? nope. Will I acknowledge the fact that I left out an eye? yolo.

Anyways, thank you for reading!

Tag list: @itzyyyyyydaaaaaa (if u wanna get tagged in the next chapter reply under this post!)

#regina george x reader #regina george imagine #mean girls imagines #mean girls 2024 #fanfic #wlw #regina george #mean girls #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #regina george x you #mean girls the musical #regina george is a lesbian #wlw fiction #regina george icons #x reader

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 8 months ago

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Puppy Love 2: Fanfiction

Cherri: Hey, Fuckheads! (Waves her phone in the air) Didja see that someone's been writing cringy fanfiction about the hotel and its occupants?!

Angel: What?! No way! Send us a link to the page! I gotta see this!

Cherri: (puts the user link in the Hazbin group chat)

Angel: Whoa-ho-hoa! What's with some of these ships?! NifftyDust?! Who pairs me with Niffty?! They also got me with Pen's Egg Bois!

Niffty: Awwww, I was hoping it would be with that bad boy at the club! Oh! I'm in a polyship with the Vees!

Cherri: Ha! StaticRadio is another big one for this writer. Never would have thought Vox and Alastor would be a mutual pining.

Alastor: (glitches out) What did you say???? (Peers over Cherri's shoulder) Oh, Zestial and Carmine are a ship, and they also put me with Rosie. That's not so bad.

Cherri: (reading one of the three Explicit rated works) Even if Rosie is pegging you with her ex-husband's dick?

Alastor: (Wendigo screeches echo through the hotel)

Husker: Why am I the hotel slut????? This guy's got me paired with literally everyone in the hotel!!!

Charlie: ......Everyone?

Husker: Even you, Princess. (Slams a bottle of Everclear) I need to forget I ever read this.

Lucifer: WHO PAIRED ME WITH SERA?!?!?!?! Who the Unholy Hell is Carmilla Carmine?! I'm paired with her, too!!!

Cherri: Awwwww~ I'm mostly paired up with Pentious..... okay, there's one for Angel. (Shrugs) Eh... Not the worst, but still not my thing.

Charlie: They can't be that bad, right? (Checks the page) I'M PAIRED WITH LUTE AND EVE?!?!?!?!?!?! (Scrolls feverishly) I DON'T HAVE A SINGLE WORK WITH VAGGIE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Hazbins: (pause)

Angel: Wait a minute.... (scans through the ships) There ain't a single one of us paired with Vags.

Charlie: (plasters her face to Angel's) Who IS she paired with???

Angel: Some bitch named Emily? (Scrolls) Looks like about half of these fics are Vaggie and Emily.... With one rated E fic, too..... (Taps random fic) "Emily knew this could only end badly, but the way the fallen angel stared at her with a smoldering eye made her go weak at the knees. The two reached out and..." What the fuck??? (squints) "Passionately held hands"???

Charlie: (eyes bleed red as she scrolls up to the Author Name) Who's writing these?

Vaggie: (finally bothering to open the link and reads the page username) "Em-Emmie-E"

Charlie: (eye twitches, and she roars so loud that all of Pride can hear) EMILY!!!!!!!

-Meanwhile: In Heaven-

Emily: (watching Hell like it's the latest episode of Days of Our Lives and taking notes)

EMILY!!!!!!

Emily: (fumbles her notebook) Oh, peach crumble!

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avatar-anna · 1 year ago

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Girl Gone Live

this is literally so stupid and so corny, but i don't care i'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know? enjoy!

"Okay, is this working? How do I know this is working?"

You squinted at the screen, feeling older than you actually were as you waited for some sign that the live stream you set up was working. Thankfully, comments started rolling through and the viewer count went up, and then it started to skyrocket, which made you a little nervous.

"I...think it's working! Cool. Well, um, obviously I'm Y/n L/n, and I'm a celebrity makeup artist. I recently did Olivia Rodrigo's makeup for her music video 'Vampire,' and I thought I would kind of walk you through how I achieved that look, I guess."

Before going live, you'd considered making a little script but decided against it. Hearing yourself bumble through the introduction now, though, you kind of wished you had.

No one seemed to be put off by your awkwardness, though. As comments streamed past, you saw some about the music video and Olivia and what it was like to work with her, but there were also a lot about Harry. You weren't necessarily surprised by Harry's fans flooding the comment section because you sometimes appeared in the background of posts from other people on Love on Tour and you'd become known as the tour's makeup artist. Sometimes you posted the looks you did for performances and little videos of you doing makeup before the show. The attention was a little jarring if you thought about it too long, but you decided it could be worse. After all, you were Harry Styles' long-term girlfriend.

But that wasn't what this livestream was about.

Your eyes scanned the comments as they moved a mile a minute, hoping to snag on a question. "Oh! Someone asked how I met Olivia. Um, as some of you may know, I'm currently working as the makeup artist for Love on Tour, and Olivia came to one of the shows, and we just talked for a really long time about makeup, and she asked me to do her makeup for the video a few weeks later."

It was a fun side gig while you were on tour with Harry and his band. You loved touring for the most part, but this was something different and exciting, so you flew back home during a break in the tour to work with Olivia on "Vampire." Harry tagged along, happy to watch you work instead of the other way around for once. He had a grin on his face the whole time as he watched you do your thing, playing assistant, grabbing whatever you needed when you asked, and holding a palette for you while you did Olivia's makeup. Overall, it was a fun shoot for both of you.

You were back on tour now, and since you had a little time to kill, you decided to go live for the first time to talk about makeup. If it went well, you could maybe make it a regular thing, so you hoped people actually watched and were interested.

*.*

Brynn watched her phone intently, pen in hand as she waited for Y/n to name-drop the next product she was using so she could write it down and see if she could afford it later. Not only was Brynn a huge fan of Olivia Rodrigo, but she had been a Harry Styles fan since she was in grade school, and when she got the notification that Y/n was going live, she was one of the first people to join.

"Luxury or drugstore makeup? Good question," Y/n said as she moisturized her face. "Honestly both. I love trying new things and seeing what works for me. When I was starting out, I mostly had MAC in my makeup kit, but now I've branched out a little more and added things here and there. But that's my professional kit, which has all the things I know with certainty will work perfectly for whatever look I'm trying to achieve. My personal one is where I do more experimentation with brands and products and trends. I guess that doesn't really answer the question, so both. I definitely use both.

"And what's cool is that Olivia loves makeup too, so she kind of knew her way around and what products worked best for her," Y/n continued.

She's so cool, Brynn thought as Y/n moved onto explaining how she did Olivia's base makeup. She didn't feel like Y/n was trying to push any particular product on her audience, nor did she hide which products she used. Her explanations were clear and easy to follow, and she even gave alternative products when she used one that was on the pricier side.

"Olivia loves herself a glowy base, and we really played that up because of the song. So to give her that Cullen-esque sparkle, I added some liquid highlighter into her foundation."

Brynn watched intently, wanting to see just how Y/n did it. Then, feeling compelled, she typed a comment. She didn't think Y/n would notice it, or be able to see it at all amongst the thousands of others, but she couldn't help but try to be noticed.

As Y/n blended her foundation in, Y/n smiled. "Someone asked how long it takes to do Harry's makeup on tour. Um...It kind of depends. Sometimes it's hard to actually get him in the chair because he gets so pumped up before he goes onstage. But once he settles enough for me to do it, it goes pretty quick. If he lets me, I get to put a little bit of glowy balm on his cheeks, but that's as creative as I get."

Y/n's smile changed, though Brynn couldn't really say how. It was almost like she was exasperated as she talked about Harry, and Brynn became just a tiny bit jealous that this person on the other side of her screen for knowing him well enough to be exasperated by him. What she wouldn't give to chase Harry Styles around so she could do his makeup. It left Brynn wondering how people even got into these situations.

Y/n finished up her base makeup while she answered more questions about the makeup products she used for the music video and a few about Love on Tour. She talked about her favorite songs and the places she'd been and the people she hung out with before and after shows.

"Oh boy, okay. I'm not a huge fan of bold lip colors on myself, but this is what I used on Olivia," Y/n said as she lined her lips. She'd just finished adding a light, almost haphazard, dusting of shimmer to her eyes, and despite the pixelated live stream feed, Brynn could still see it catch the light. "We wanted this to be the focal point of the whole look because, you know, vampires."

Y/n stopped talking briefly as she applied the lipstick she used for the music video, then shifted from side to side with her hands beneath her chin to show off the finished look. "Not my usual style, but—"

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

For a moment, Brynn thought she was dreaming. Mouth dropped open in shock, she watched as Harry Styles appeared onscreen in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His hair was messy, as if he'd just been sleeping or a storm had just run through it. The video quality wasn't great because it was a live stream, but Brynn couldn't help but think he looked so cute and warm with his sleepy eyes, especially as he stretched his arms above his head, though her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when the waistband of his sweatpants dropped a centimeter. Not even caring that they'd fallen a bit, Harry shuffled forward and sat down next to Y/n and kissed her shoulder. He didn't seem to notice Y/n's phone propped up in front of her, or the look of disbelief and slight horror on her face. Not when she tried to speak to him, and not when he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

And through it all Brynn watched, feeling like she'd entered an alternate dimension.

"You look cute. I like the sparkle," Harry said, tapping his knuckle against Y/n's nose. She still looked like she was in shock, but when he leaned in—leaned in to kiss her, Brynn realized—Y/n seemed to shake off some of her stupor.

"We—We're not alone," she said, gently resting her fingers over Harry's mouth to stop him.

Brynn didn't want to tear her eyes away from Harry and Y/n, but she darted her gaze down to the comment section, which confirmed everything. This was no dream, this was really happening, and everyone who was watching was losing their minds.

"What do you mean, lovie?" Harry asked, brows furrowing, clearly confused by Y/n's odd behavior. He finally looked at the camera, his brows shooting up when he realized that Y/n was live streaming all of this. "Oh."

"Yeah 'oh.'"

"I thought you were on the phone—"

"I wasn't!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know! You didn't tell me. And since when—"

"Harry put a shirt on!"

Brynn watched their bickering in a daze, waiting for the inevitable end of the live stream. To her surprise, though, Harry grinned a little before taking Y/n—and the whole Internet, to be honest—by surprise and kissing her.

"Are you insane?"

Harry merely shrugged. He leaned in again, but Y/n pushed his face back with the palm of her hand. They began to bicker again, but this time, Y/n scrambled for her phone in the process.

"You drive me crazy."

"Now, I know that's not true."

"Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God—"

And just like that, the live stream ended with a wink. Brynn stared down at her phone almost as if she was waiting for Harry and Y/n to reappear on her screen. They didn't, and she was left sitting alone in her bedroom, wondering what the hell had just happened.

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marshedmallowes · 1 year ago

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Like anything miles 1610. I feel like everyone is writing for miles 42 and forgetting about the og!

midnight cravings - miles morales

SUMMARY: texts at 3am + a mcdonalds notif = a recipe for chaos

WORD COUNT: 561

A/N: i love midnight snacking. mcdonalds always hits harder at 2 in the morning! also sorry i keep writing miles in like situations where he isnt usually 100% Himself (sleepy, sick) so um,.. i will get to a proper one soon

WARNINGS: nothing seriously bad just fluff, food i guess, reader doesn't know miles is spiderman, reader is highkey a simp

"Ugh..." You wake up with a groan, rubbing your eyes and assessing your surroundings. Noticing the still-dark environment surrounding you, you reach out for your phone which was on the bedside table.

2:42 AM. The phone lights blare onto your face, causing you to squint. As you scroll through your notifications, two catch your eye— a text bubble from Miles sent a few minutes ago, and a promo from McDonalds for their new meal.

Miles’ message was rather cryptic, and a normal person wouldn’t understand what “ruawkkekkrkx” meant. But a few months of these kind of typos (which meant Miles was either on patrol or barely awake), and one learns the language.

On the other hand, the McDonalds notif… if it was a propaganda technique, it was definitely working on you. You click on the advertisement, and damn did that chicken burger look good…

You decide to go back to Miles’ text. After opening the app and keyboard, your fingers feel too heavy to type… so you tap on the call button instead.

After exactly three rings, he picks up; in place of his normally spunky voice was a low, raspy one.

“Hey. You good? What’s with the random call?” Damn, his voice was unintentionally sultry as hell. Would it be weird if you started screen recording? He wouldn't know, right?

Ahem. Anyway.

"Oh, I'm fine, a little hungry though. I just didn't wanna type. Um, nice voice by the way." You hear a chuckle through the screen.

"So, you hungry? I mean, I could like, get you a snack or whatever."

"It is literally 3 in the morning right now." Though you expressed disapproval at what he said, your facial muscles tugged into a smile.

"Whatchu want?"

One link to a McDonalds meal later, you're patiently waiting in a now dimly lit room, phone in hand and still in bed. You decide to watch a show while waiting.

You're midway through your show, engrossed in a particular fight scene when you hear your window open with a click. Your fight or flight senses kick in, and you jump out of your bed and grab your phone and lamp (it's the nearest weapon, so...).

You watch as a dark figure comes out of the window in fear, you are ready to swing your lamp and dial your nearest police station when the figure raises both their hands in the air, to signify peace...?

The person pulls up their mask to show their face, one that you'd instantly recognize anywhere.

"Miles!"

You drop everything and sprint to his arms— literally nothing, not even a meteor, could stop you at that moment from wrapping yourself around his lean figure. Miles places his hands on your back, and the two of you relish in each other's presence.

You wish the two of you could stay like that forever, but the enticing smell of a chicken burger and drink eventually draw your attention towards it and you pull away from him.

"Can we talk about how the hell you got to my window with me living in the 21st floor? I seriously thought that the moment you clicked open the window was going to be my last for a few seconds."

Miles smiles and slightly bites his lips, and God forbid the kinds of things you would do for this man.

"Maybe over a chicken burger?"

a/n: to be completely honest i cringed so hard typing this fanfic but i just need to finish it so i hope none of you umm.. feel what im feeling rn at my own writing...

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 23 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Your honeymoon includes everything you want: pink champagne, paradise, and your husband. Is it possible to become addicted to spending time with Bradley? You are more than willing to find out.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, and swearing

Length: 5600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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You woke up to warm sunlight on your face and an empty bed. "Roo?" you called out, your voice still rough from sleep. You didn't know where your phone or your glasses ended up as Bradley had helped you get in bed last night. You had been so tired after the bath with him, you had apparently fallen asleep right away.

When you rolled out of bed, you squinted until you found your glasses and phone on the dresser. Once you had your glasses on, you opened a cute photo that Mav had sent of Amelia playing with Tramp. Jake had texted you as well.

Jake Seresin: Make sure you're drinking enough water, Angel. And make sure you stretch. Don't want either of you hospitalized from a sex related injury.

You rolled your eyes and set your phone down and went in search of your husband. After you loosely tied one of the robes around your waist, you headed out onto the deck where you found Bradley on a lounge chair in his underwear and aviators.

"Roo?"

He turned and looked at you over his shoulder with a smile on his face. "Morning, Sweetheart." He let his legs slide off both sides of the chair so his feet were on the deck instead, and he patted the spot between his thighs. As you walked closer, you noticed he had been writing in a notebook.

"What are you doing?" you asked, kissing him as you settled on your knees between his legs. Bradley's hand was immediately on your thigh, stroking his fingers up close to your panties.

"Making some lists."

"Lists for what?" you asked, leaning closer to kiss him again. "You shouldn't be working on our honeymoon." You swiped your tongue across his bottom lip, making him groan.

"You're right, Baby Girl," he replied, about to set the notebook on the deck, but his writing caught your eye.

"Wait, what are you writing about the mortgage? And your pension?" you asked, guiding his hand closer so you could read more.

He pulled his aviators lower on his nose and looked at you over the frames before running his fingers along your cheek. "Just trying to make sure I get everything ironclad. In case something happens to me."

"Bradley," you whispered, your heart dipping in your chest. The pension. The mortgage. He wanted to make sure he was taking care of you. Just in case. "Bradley."

"I know, Sweetheart. But this is important to me. I don't want there to be any issues, you know..." When you nodded and kissed him softly, he added, "You'll have my accounts, my pension, the house, everything. Just in case something happens when I'm deployed. I already added you to my savings account, but I'm going to take care of everything else now that we're married."

You could feel tears pricking your eyes. "I understand. I still don't like thinking about it." Carefully, you took the notebook and pen away from him and let them drop to the deck.

He swallowed hard. "I'm never going to leave you, okay? But if something does happen, especially if we have kids... I just need to know I did everything I could to make that shit easier on you. That's all. I love you too much."

You let your hands rest on his shoulders as you leaned in to kiss him. "You make me feel so good, Bradley. Important."

"You're the most important," he promised, reaching for your hips underneath the robe.

You grinned against his lips. "You wanna know how important you are to me?"

"How important, Sweetheart?" he asked as you straddled his hips.

"Well, Bradley, I love you so much, I'll add you to my car title. Just in case anything ever happens to me."

He groaned, taking his hands off your body and leaning away from you. "That's cruel! Literally so mean!" he complained as you laughed. But when you wiggled yourself on his lap, he pushed his aviators back up on his nose and reached for the sash of your robe. "Now come here and show me how much you really love me."

As Bradley pushed the robe down your shoulders, you glanced around, but all you could see was dense foliage and lattice partitions all around the deck with a view of the beach on the far side past your private pool. "You think anyone can see us up here from the beach? If we leave the partition open?" you asked, turning back to him as he stroked your breasts.

"Do you care?" he asked, a very smug smirk on his lips. He knew you didn't care. He knew you'd probably get wetter at the thought of someone seeing what you were getting up to. You and he had been indulging each other in this way for more than a year, and you knew he'd do whatever you wanted.

"No," you replied, yanking his boxer briefs down until he was free of the fabric. "Not at all."

Bradley pulled your underwear gently to the side, and you guided yourself so you were taking his tip and then all of him. You rode him nice and slow, his mouth on your breasts and his hands on your butt as you rolled your hips.

His tongue and lips and teeth teased you until you were moaning his name and jerking up and down on him faster. You were so close, your clit rubbing just right against him when he fucked up into you, hard.

"Bradley!" you shouted, cumming and crying out as he grinned at you. Your legs shook as he fucked you harder. When you caught your breath, you said, "You didn't even cum yet!"

"No, now turn around."

You had a lovely view of the beach as Bradley fucked you from behind, making the lounge chair scoot loudly across the deck until he came inside you. "Oh, fuck!" He grabbed your butt roughly as he filled your pussy. "God damn." And then his lips were on your rear end, your thighs and your hips as he told you how pretty you looked for him.

When you felt his mustache on your lower back, he said, "Honeymoon sex just hits different."

You laughed as you stood up and shimmied your underwear completely off. As your panties dropped onto the notebook, you kissed Bradley and said, "Thank you for taking care of me in every way."

Then you watched him pull his underwear off as you jumped in your pool, and a moment later he was in the water with you.

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By the time Bradley got you out of the villa and into the golf cart, he was famished. Starving. If he didn't eat soon, he didn't know if he'd have the energy to fuck you again, and you were already looking at him like you wanted more.

"Baby Girl, let's get brunch. Maybe some mimosas, a couple of beers, and then we can go back to bed."

You kissed his stubbled cheek as he started up the golf cart; he wasn't intending on shaving during the honeymoon at all. "Maybe hit the beach later, too?"

"Anything you want, I promise. I just need to eat."

He kept getting obnoxious texts from Jake about staying hydrated and being a good husband. But Jake had no idea what a handful you could become when you felt like it. Bradley really thought you must be ovulating, because you had that look about you, like you could go ten rounds in a row. But if anyone was up to the challenge of keeping you satisfied, it was Bradley.

"You packed my wedding shoes, right?" you asked as he parked near one of the restaurants.

"Yeah," he grunted, adjusting his pants as he helped you down from the cart. He watched your short dress skim your legs as you walked ahead of him.

"I could put them on when we get back."

He didn't know how it was possible, but now he thought he was ready to go another round, too. Food would ensure that he was ready. "You'll wear them for Daddy?"

"Oh, is Daddy going to play with me later?" you asked, not bothering to keep your voice down at all as the host led you to a table past other patrons in this five star restaurant.

"He sure is."

You ran your foot along Bradley's calf while he ate enough food for three people. And while you sipped a mimosa, you leaned on one elbow, pressing your tits together with the most innocent expression on your face. Everything you did, intentional or not, was designed to keep him addicted to you. But when you did things like that on purpose, he almost lost his mind over you.

"You feel better now, Daddy?" you asked, and Bradley's eyes were on your tits. You wanted him to take you back to the villa, he knew you did.

"Much better. Let's explore the resort, Baby Girl."

You pouted for a minute, but once you and he walked out on the patio and toward the beach, you squealed with delight at the view. "Let's walk along the beach," you urged, pulling Bradley with you. The resort was expansive, and Bradley counted seven different pools that you passed as you walked at least a mile before heading back to the golf cart.

He had the fleeting thought that he could use a nap as he drove the golf cart in the direction of the villa, but your hand was inching up his thigh. When he parked out front, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you onto him so you were straddling his waist.

"Bradley!" Your surprised laughter and lips on his neck made his cock twitch with anticipation, nap forgotten.

"Daddy wants to see you in those shoes," he whispered, and you looked at him with wide eyes.

"I have something else I want to show Daddy. Give me sixty seconds," you replied, climbing down from his lap and running toward the door, unlocking it and pulling your dress off before you were even inside.

Bradley groaned, counted to sixty, and followed you in. And then he found you standing next to the bed, wearing just your white high heels that lace up your calves and a pair of tiny white satin underwear. He could see the top of your Rooster tattoo above the expensive fabric.

"Daddy?" you whispered before biting your lip. Your tits looked gorgeous, and he could tell by the way you were wiggling your hips you were ready to go. He was ready to go, too. But he'd indulge you first. Then you turned around, and Bradley realized you were the one who would actually be indulging him.

"Fuck," he groaned. Your white panties said Daddy's Baby Girl across your ass. You arched you back and planted your hands on your hips, looking back at him over your shoulder. "Go over to the bed, and bend over."

You did as he told you, your steps elegant and graceful in your high heels. When you bent over, your breasts brushing the bedding, you spread your legs for him.

"Daddy's Baby Girl," Bradley grunted, running his fingers along the letters, making you gasp. He spanked you softly, moving his hand lower and lower until he was spanking your satin covered pussy.

"Oh my god!" you whined. "Oh! Bradley!"

"I'm Daddy," he replied, spanking your ass a little harder.

You moaned softly, pressing yourself back against his hand. "Daddy!"

Bradley tipped his head back. You were soaking through the fabric as his fingers traced along your pussy to your clit. He spanked you there gently until you were crying out for more. Bradley knelt behind you and licked along your ass through the underwear before pulling them down to your knees and lapping at your wet pussy.

"You gonna be a good girl for me? Or act like a brat?"

Bradley could see your pussy clenching before him as you whimpered with need. "Whatever you want, Daddy."

He wanted it all with you. He stood and took his phone out of his pocket while you whined for him. He took a few pictures of you with your underwear around your knees, your shoes laced up your legs, and your ass and pussy on display. Those would become something that would get him through a deployment, he was sure.

Then he unzipped his pants and pressed himself against your backside as he leaned down so you could see his phone screen. "Do you see how fucking perfect you are for me?"

You looked at his phone and then over your shoulder at him. "Yes, Daddy," you gasped, bumping yourself back against him.

"Now be a good girl, and you can have anything you want."

Bradley dipped his cock inside you, making you buck before he pulled out and painted your ass with your own wetness. He did this until you were babbling nonsense, and he smiled.

"Please, please, please," you chanted, bumping back against him and Bradley spanked you until his palm was tingling. Then he ran two fingers through your dripping slit and shoved them in your mouth.

"Shhh, I told you to be good." You sucked on his fingers quietly, and then Bradley knelt again. He licked you clean, running his tongue all over your ass and stroking your pretty shoes with his fingertips. You had been reduced to sweet, soft little noises as he ate your pussy with his face buried in you. He took his time, wearing you out as your legs started to shake for him. You buried your face in the bedding, muffling the sounds of your orgasm, but Bradley could feel it on his tongue.

He finally eased your panties the rest of the way down your legs and helped you step out of them. Then he patted your rear end where he was sure you must be sore, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him, the impressions of the bedding marring your cheek and forehead.

"Thank you, Daddy," you whispered as he wrapped his fingers gently around your necklace chain and pulled you up as you gasped. He pulled until your back was flush against his front, and then he released the chain. Carefully, he took your right hand in his and guided it back so that you were touching his cock.

"It's Daddy's turn."

You palmed his length and moaned. "I love you, Daddy."

Bradley ran his mustache along your ear, kissing you softly there. "You're gonna keep those shoes on and ride me real good." You nodded as Bradley took his own shoes off and got himself undressed. When he laid back on the bed and crooked his finger in your direction, you came crawling across that bed like such a good girl. Like such a good wife. You straddled his waist and leaned up to kiss his lips.

"Can I make you cum inside me? Get you to fill me up? I want you to be a Daddy in every way, Roo."

He took your chin roughly in his hand so you met his eyes. Your gaze was open, unguarded, and he could feel you guide yourself down on him, taking his cock inside you as he whispered, "Baby Girl. I want you pregnant. I want to know I did that to you."

Your lips parted as you started to move your hips, riding him so perfectly. Bradley knew he had it good. You were everything. He sat up, easing you back as his chest pressed against yours. He grabbed your ass and thrusted until he was so deep inside, you cried out. He ran his fingers along the ribbons adorning your calves. "These are so pretty."

He took your nipple in his mouth as you arched your back and bounced on him. Your eyes were fluttering open and closed, and he was so fucking deep inside you. This was everything he'd dreamed about: making you his wife and hopefully making all the sex count toward a baby.

"You're perfect," he whispered. "Tell me what you want."

You giggled as he mouth returned to your tits. "I want you to cum inside me."

"Yes. What else?"

You gasped as he sucked hard. "I want you to make me cum on your dick."

"Of course. What else?" He would honestly give you anything you asked for that he possibly could.

"I want you to love me forever!" You were smiling as his lips found yours as you continued to ride him expertly.

"I already do. What else?"

You giggled again before you gasped. "I want some pink champagne!"

Bradley eased himself back against the pillows, bringing you with him. "I'll get it for you," he grunted as you latched your lips to his neck, grinding down on him. He reached for the phone on the nightstand and pressed the number for room service.

"What are you doing?" you moaned, but there was already someone answering his call.

"Hi," he grunted into the phone. "Can you bring us a bottle of pink champagne?"

You sat up with your palms planted on Bradley's chest and whined his name as you fucked him.

"Sir, I'm not sure if we have pink champagne?" came the voice through the phone.

"Good girl," Bradley whispered to you as you worked your hips in circles. Then louder, he said, "It needs to be pink. Bring me five bottles. Charge it to the room."

"Sir, I'm not sure-"

"Just do it," Bradley growled before ending the call. You giggled and moaned at the same time as the phone ended up on the floor.

"You just called room service while you were inside me!"

"Yeah," he rasped, running his thumb along your clit and watching you get off on him. "My wife wants something, she's going to get it."

"Ohhh," you moaned, clenching around him as he stroked you. "Daddy."

"Fuck," he groaned. "Keep saying it."

You leaned down and kissed his ear, treating him to the sounds of your orgasm mixed with you calling him daddy until he was filling you up with his cum.

"Daddy would do anything for you, Baby Girl. God, married sex just hits different."

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You both barely made it into your robes before someone was dropping off five bottles of pink champagne in individual ice buckets. You giggled uncontrollably as Bradley lined them up on the coffee table and just looked at them. "Went a little overboard, didn't I?"

You wrapped your arms around him and shook your head. "It's not like we won't drink all of them. I just can't believe you ordered them while we were fucking."

He kissed the top of your head. "Hey, nothing's too good for you, Sweetheart. You're always so capable, I kind of get lost when you let me go into Daddy Mode. You start whining, and I want to solve everything for you."

"God, that's hot," you whispered, kissing his stubbled chin. "Are you going to shave?"

"Wasn't planning on it," he replied, and you watched him pop one of the bottles.

You had visions of riding his stubbly face dancing in your head as you took a sip of champagne from the bottle. "Good."

The two of you ended up eating sandwiches on the deck for dinner while you finished the bottle. "Do you think we'll ever stop fucking long enough to explore this end of the beach?" you asked, and Bradley laughed next to you on the lounge chair.

"We've only been here for two days. I'd say by day five, we'll probably need a break."

"Speak for yourself, Roo," you said, winking at him. "I'm ready to go again."

He groaned as he chewed his food. He looked tired, and you knew you'd need to let him go to bed early tonight. But even with the adjustment to a different time zone, you weren't tired at all. And you were so horny, it was surprising even to you. Honestly, you'd been feeling like this since you stopped taking your birth control pills.

When you took the last sip of champagne, you looked at Bradley. You did the math quickly in your head and determined that you were probably ovulating. That must be why you wanted to fuck his brains out nonstop. Or maybe it was just because he was your husband who looked stupid sexy with his tattoo and that gold wedding band on his finger.

You kissed his hand, letting your lips graze his ring. "What if I put on your favorite set?"

His eyes went a little wide as he pulled you closer. "The red ones?" he rasped, and you nodded.

"Yes, Bradley. The red ones."

That was all it took. As soon as you changed into your red lingerie, your husband was all over you. He fucked you hard into the mattress, your legs spread wide as he said, "Tipsy on pink champagne sex just hits different."

You thought you could become addicted to the feel of his cum dripping down your legs. He kept you full almost nonstop as the two of you fell into a routine. Sometimes you ate in one of the restaurants, and sometimes you got room service. Sometimes you had beer, sometimes you had a bottle of champagne.

But you started to venture down to the beach during the day. When the heat from the sun got to be too much, or when you simply couldn't keep your hands off each other, you made your way back up to the private pool. You let Bradley fuck you on the edge of the pool as he untied your bikini top. Sometimes he wanted you doggy style, quick and dirty. Sometimes he wanted to lay you out on the deck and rub his stubbled cheeks along your body before he took you slow and sweet. Sometimes he was undressing you before you were even back on the private deck.

It was perfect. Decadent foods and drinks and nonstop time with your husband. Half the time the two of you skipped clothing, knowing it would just be in the way later. And every afternoon, you fell asleep in the sun, curled up on Bradley in the lounge chair while the sounds of the waves and the music from the main pool drifted up to your villa.

"You need more sunblock," you told him one morning as you dressed in your black bikini. You and he were about to make your way to the beach bed he had reserved for the day, but he was starting to look rosy from all the afternoon naps outside.

"Bring it with us, Baby Girl. Then I can rub it all over you as well," he said, sneaking up behind you and rubbing his rough cheek on your neck.

You managed to wiggle out of his grasp and run out onto the deck, but he followed right behind you, chasing you to the beach.

"I want to feel your rough face between my legs, Bradley! Not on my neck!"

He grabbed your elbow to slow you down and said, "Then let's get back in bed." His eyes were glittering with promise, but you shook your head.

"Listen Roo, if you wake up tomorrow with me on your face, you just do as you're told, okay? Right now, I want to cuddle with you on the beach."

The beach bed was really just a cozy, oversized lounge chair with soft cushions right near the water. It was covered by a canopy that would keep you cool, and keep Bradley from looking like a lobster. Each side had curtains which could be opened or closed for privacy, and there was a butler who would run around and get anything you wanted.

"Come here," Bradley whispered, and you curled up next to his side with your head resting on his chest. "I love you, Baby Girl."

The water looked beautiful, and once you each had a drink in your hand, you told him, "I'm impressed that you picked this resort." And after a few more drinks, you told him, "I want you," as your hand drifted down to the front of his swim trunks.

Bradley grunted as your fingers untied the drawstring and dipped into his bathing suit. He reached for the sash to let one side of the curtains fall closed. "You know what? If the butler comes back and sees us, it's his own fault. He'd wanna fuck you all day too if you were his wife."

"Bradley!" you said with a laugh, but he was already pulling your top to the side and kissing your bare breasts. After he pulled the other curtains closed, He untied your suit bottoms and removed them. "I was going to give you a blowjob," you whispered.

He shook his head as he flipped you onto your hands and knees. "My cum belongs inside your pussy right now. Don't waste it."

You moaned at his words as he rocked into you, filling you up. There was a slit in the curtain, and you could see other resort guests walking around, laughing with drinks in their hands. You could see waiters and staff hustling back and forth across the sand. You could hear conversations and music. All while your husband fucked you full of his cum with your tits hanging out of your bathing suit.

Once Bradley tied your suit bottoms back in place, you could feel the mess dripping out of you. And you eased him back onto the cushions with a smile on his face and knelt between his thighs. But instead of tucking him back into his trunks, you licked him clean of your wetness and his cum. He groaned and leaned back as you took your time, licking up every bit of mess from his softening cock while he grunted your name and stroked your tits.

"So pretty," he whispered, watching you intently. "Can't keep my cock out of you."

You moaned around his tip, enjoying the way you tasted all mixed up with him. "Beach sex just hits different," you told him, earning a brilliant smile as you tucked him back in his bathing suit. And then the butler returned as you fixed your suit top, smirking at both of you as he handed you more drinks.

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Bradley smiled as you sipped a rum punch from your perch on the beach bed between his legs. He had opened up the curtains again after getting his fill of you, and now the sun was dipping lower on the horizon.

"You should slow down, Sweetheart," he told you as you finished your drink. "I'm going to want to fuck you again later, but not if you're drunk."

Your face lit up at his words. "I want you to fuck me when I'm drunk, Roo. You never do."

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "It's just, getting consent is a gray area then."

You kissed his cheek. "You're perfect. Really, Roo, you've never once made me feel uncomfortable about sex."

"Well, that's important to me."

You kissed his lips; you tasted like rum. "You waited until I was ready to be with you again after Josh. You never made me feel any pressure, and that was on top of your deployment, Bradley. You waited weeks and months for me."

Bradley pulled you closer and held you tight. He hated thinking about Josh touching you. It made him sick that you had to deal with that while he was away. But Bradley supposed that was where your close friendship with Jake started to take root, so it wasn't all bad.

As you pressed your lips to his rough chin, you said, "We should both get a little tipsy. I'm giving my consent right now: I want you to fuck me while I'm drunk."

Bradley groaned. "As long as you can still tell me later that that's what you want." He signalled for two more drinks, and soon you were a giggly mess, splayed out on the beach bed, nearly spilling out of your top.

"Bradley, do you remember when I had sex with other people?" you asked with a laugh, pulling him closer to you.

He'd had quite a few drinks, but he was still confused as he froze. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Your face was placid and bathed in orange sunlight as you laughed. "Oh, you know, like ages ago."

"How long ago?" he asked, now needing a very clear picture of what you were talking about.

You just waved your hand in the air. "Ages," you moaned. "Now all I want is you."

"You mean like before we slept together?"

"Yes, Roo," you said, cracking up. "I had so much bad sex! Really terrible!"

He took a deep breath and leaned down to kiss you. "Good."

"Mmm," you hummed. "You're good. Now let's put our feet in the water."

The two of you stumbled along the edge of the water, and you rambled on about every topic under the sun before you started kissing Bradley as if the two of you were alone. Which you were not. There were other couples around, and the beach was filling up with people who wanted to watch the sunset.

"You need to behave," he warned.

You shook your head sadly up at him. "I'm afraid I don't know how."

Bradley laughed, and then you laughed, and he realized you were both pretty drunk. But he wanted to make sure. He whispered next to your ear, "If I take you back to our villa after we watch the sunset, do you still want me to fuck you?"

Your loud moan had him sealing his lips over yours to keep you quiet. "Please!"

So Bradley wrapped his arms around your waist and let his chin rest on your shoulder as you both watched the sun dip lower. Every press of his lips to your neck had him wanting you more and more, and he couldn't help but think you'd been right about the two of you drinking together.

"You make my dick so hard," he promised you, focusing on your breathing and the way your tits looked as he rubbed his hands along your hips from behind. You were a million times more fascinating than the most beautiful sunset.

You reached back to rub his leg and simply said, "I know, Roo." Good, he wanted to be transparent in his continual lust for you. The more you knew he wanted you, the better.

"You still want me to fuck you?"

In an instant, you spun around in his arms. "Yes. Let's go to bed."

Bradley's head was spinning a bit as you and he rinsed off in the outdoor shower where you sank down to take his cock in your mouth. "You gotta let me cum in your pussy," he whispered, and you giggled.

"You're obsessed, Bradley," you whispered, running his tip along your lips. "Obsessed with breeding me."

He pulsed in your hands, and he hauled you to your feet. The two of you managed to make it inside to the bed without drying off, and Bradley started licking the water droplets from your legs and hips. He sucked on your tattoo while you had the drunken audacity to tell him, "I want you to breed me."

And then he was fucking you while he said, "I want you big and pregnant. God, you'll look so good. I wanna do that to you, Baby Girl." You looked delighted with yourself, and apparently the thing about drunk Bradley was that he felt like he could go and go. You leaned up and licked his tattoo, goading him on as you came for him, but Bradley wasn't even close yet.

He flipped you onto your stomach while you were still moaning for more. You ass looked so pretty, and you were so responsive as pressed his face to you, kissing and liking your round cheeks before spreading your wetness around. He dragged his fingers and mustache through your wet pussy, coating your other hole as you begged.

"That feels so good," you promised. "Keep going."

Bradley grunted, making you messy and cleaning you over and over from your pussy up along your ass.

"Oh my god, Bradley," you whined. "Your mustache!"

"Feels good?" he asked, licking you from his facial hair as he fucked your pussy with his thumb.

You kept propping your hips higher in the air, giving him even better access to all of you. "So good. Are you going to fuck me again? Fill me up?" you asked, shaking yourself at him, and he groaned.

"Gorgeous." He dragged his thumb back up and pressed it to your other hole while he slid his cock back home inside your pussy once again.

As he fucked you hard and gently penetrated your ass at the same time, he said, "Tell me you want this. Or I'll stop."

"I'm gonna cum!" you screamed, squeezing around his cock as you rocked back for more of him. "Don't stop!"

Bradley came hard as you cried and hiccupped, the tip of his thumb inside you, while he filled you with a load that he hoped would knock you up.

"Drunk sex just hits different," he groaned, so satisfied as he wrapped your boneless, fucked out body in his arms and let you kiss him all over his face.

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This honeymoon is everything. I love how much they are exploring things together and how happy they are. This series is nearly over, and I thank you so much for reading along! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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charmedbystars · 1 year ago

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you don't get it (e-1610 miles morales)

pairing: e-1610 miles x reader (unrequited)

summary: you try to understand miles, but you cant.

a/n: this is the first time i try writing something so i'm so sorry if it's bad. plz leave suggestions and stuff if ya want! also debating a part 2 but i hate this sooo i don't know yet...

you and miles grew up together. making an oath to stick together for the rest of your lives in the sandbox of a park about two blocks from miles’ apartment. and you guys sure stuck to that oath. from crying about getting sand in each other’s eyes, going through the awkward teenage phase (and miles still going through it), to being accepted into the same school. you guys were inseparable.

recently, you found out about miles’ secret vigilante identity. you didn’t take it very well and constantly scolded miles about his safety, but you were glad he chose to trust you.

of course, when it came to trust it came with knowing other stuff too… such as knowing who gwen was. and to make it even better, since you were the only person (other than ganke) that he can go on to talk about her, you became a victim of listening to the constant babble of gwen this and gwen that. you literally didn’t know how much longer you can take it, especially with those feelings of yours bubbling in your stomach.

of course… how cliché of you to be in love with your best friend of years. plus your best friend being the super oblivious miles did not make it any better.

anyways going back, you didn’t know how to tell miles that you’re in love with him without ruining your years of friendship or how to just simply ask him to shut the fuck up about gwen without hurting his feelings. you literally didn’t know how he could talk about her for hours without getting tired (although if someone asked you about miles, you would go on for ages, but that’s different) and the number of times you’ve caught him sketching her in his journal has become freaky.

you love miles but this is just getting tiring. you want things to be how they were. when you guys would sneak up to the roof and talk about the stars or sneak out to do some graffiti. now it’s just cancelled plans, late texts backs, and constant excuses. and that’s how you are now, sitting outside the steps of miles’ apartment waiting for him to arrive with the cakes for his dad’s promotion party. you look down at your phone and open it again to see if he responded.

you: hey miles im outside waiting 4 you

you: dont forget the cakes and stay safe

you: lemme know when you arrive plz

Delivered

you sighed for the twentieth time, wondering when miles was going to arrive. you just sat outside on the steps to his apartment when about ten minutes later you hear a crash. you stand and squint looking up.

“y/n! come upstairs so we can enter the rooftop together,” there was miles, head handing outside his window. you nodded your head and headed upstairs to his apartment. you didn’t even bother knocking and simply just barging into his house. walking into his room, you see miles rushing to get his shoes on.

leaning against the wall, you stared down at miles, “so what was it this time? it better be good enough that you’re late to your own father’s party”

“yes i knowww, i just got caught up doing some stuff. the villian today was super weird though and then i almost lost the cakes, but you know what? none of that matters because i’m here now!” he gave you one of his wide smiles.

you couldn’t stay serious with him when you gave you that smile. you yourself cracked a smile, shaking your head. “okay, noted. crazy day for spiderman, now hurry up and get your shoes on faster because one more minute longer and your mom is gonna freak.”

“well seems like my mom is already freaking,” miles smugly looked at you while standing up, grabbing the cakes and leaving you behind. you grumbled and just followed behind him.

arriving to the rooftop, you can already see miles’ mom looking around and as if she sensed miles, she quickly walked over to you guys.

“miles donde estabas? you’re late to your own dad’s party? y/n thank you so much for getting miles here,” miles’ brows furrowed as his mom gave you all the glory for him being there.

“mom what? i got here just fine!”

“no, thank y/n because i know she’s the responsible one out of the two of you,” you gave miles the same smug look that he gave you earlier and tilted your head a little higher.

“anyways, grab something to eat. miles, ven porque your dad and i want to talk to you for a minute” rio gave her son a look.

you simply nodded your head and strolled off to make yourself a plate. sitting down on a bench somewhere, you tried to block out and avert your gaze from miles’ parents yelling at him. you felt bad that you couldn’t do anything especially when you know so much about him that others don’t understand.

about an hour has passed since miles’ scolding and you didn’t want to approach him directly after to save him from embarrassment and allow him to take a few minutes to himself. you assumed that he went to his room and would come back in a couple minutes because you knew he wouldn’t completely miss his dad’s party.

you engaged in small conversations with miles’ cousins and family members, but after a while they left to go eat or do their own thing. resorting to scrolling through your phone and watching a couple tiktoks when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“mija, quien es esa que esta arriba con miles?” rio tilted her head in the direction where miles was. surprising you completely, miles was on the water tower with gwen laughing and nudging each other. looking and them and snapping your head back to rio who seemed a but agitated with her eyebrows quirked up.

“uhh.. i think that’s gwanda? one of miles’ friends but she’s usually out of town. miles’ never mentioned her coming though…” you simply shrugged your shoulders. feeling a heavy weight in your stomach, you tried not to look over at them again.

approaching behind rio was jeff. he had a similar expression as rio, brows furrowed and scratching his head.

“she looks old enough to vote… and i bet she doesn’t even speak spanish,” rio kept talking about gwen which didn’t help you trying to block out the sinking feeling. jeff crossed his arms and kept looking over at them.

somehow, rio convinced you and jeff to go up to the water tower and meet gwen. now, you’ve never met gwen but you sure have heard enough about her to know that she’s not a bad person.

rio was stumbling to get up the tower and introduce herself to gwen. crashing into miles slightly, not caring a bit if she interrupted anything. “hello! i’m miles’ mom,”

“rio! i’ve heard so much about you!” immediately hearing those words come out of gwen’s mouth, you winced. you knew that rio was not about having first name bases with any one of miles’ friends. you glanced over at miles’ expression who seemed a bit worried.

looking at the interaction was a bit odd and very awkward, especially with you standing next to miles’ parents doing nothing. you didn’t want to make a move to introduce yourself either, you didn’t know if there was anything for you to say really. honestly rio’s jokes weren’t making it any better either. hearing “don’t take him from me.. oh! you can’t cause he’s grounded haha” and “don’t break his heart” coming from rio’s mouth was just making you want to get bitten by a spider so you can turn invisible in that moment.

gwen trying to escape the moment made up that she needed to get her steps in and go. turning around to give miles a handshake, she glanced over, noticing you in the corner. not wanting to be rude, you just gave a wave. she gave you a small smile until taking off down the stairs.

once she left, jeff also left to return to the party leaving miles, rio, and you behind. miles ignored both of your presence and leaned against the railing, shoving his face into his hands. you went up to miles and rubbed his back.

“i’m sorry miles,” he glanced over at you and gave a sigh. you looked over you shoulder and looked at rio. she seemed to be thinking. deciding to give miles and his mom a little time to talk, heart to heart, you descended down the stairs.

looking down at the city below you, millions of thoughts run through your mind. almost all of them being about miles. you wanted to help him, you wanted to be there for him in every way, but you just don’t seem enough. you didn’t know what to do and you don’t want to try to seem understanding when you have absolutely no idea what he’s going through. you just want him to feel at peace with you. there’s nothing you want more in the world than seeing miles happy. although the feeling in your stomach of knowing that miles’ happiness lies with gwen and not with you just made you nauseous, you knew you had to let him go. but, before you let him go… maybe you’ll try.

seeing miles and his mom done talking, you see miles about to leave. getting a feel of adrenaline through your veins, you ran after him before he managed to take a step down the stairs.

“miles! where are you going?” you cocked your head to the side.

“i’m going after gwen. there’s something going on and i’m going to follow after her,” he tapped his feet and glanced around as if he’s if a rush.

“wait, miles what? you’re leaving? do you even know where you’re going?”

“no, but i know that i’m needed y/n. i gotta go now like i have this feeling.”

“wait so you’re skipping out on your dad’s celebration for a girl?”

“n- no! there’s something going on and i need to fix it” miles was starting to squirm eager to put on his suit and swing through the city.

“is there gonna be a day where you live for yourself? i understand that you’re spiderman and you help out the people, but you can’t be doing this constantly miles. you’re a highschool student and have so m-”

“no, you don’t understand! no one understands! but there are people out there who will-”

“c’mon miles, don’t be like that. i know i don’t exactly understand because i was bitten by a spider or anything, but i’m trying to understand through you and being there for you!” the tone in your voice starts getting a bit higher.

“i just learned that there’s a way for me to see other people who are just like me! i need to go!”

“you know what miles? go. i’m trying so hard to be supportive but-”

“well you’re not. i don’t want to escalate this any farther. i’m going… bye y/n” before you could respond miles ran down the stairs leaving you with a lump in your throat. you didn’t want to start anything, you just wanted miles to try to get a piece of normality within his crazy spider life.

sighing once more, you decided to sit on the ledge and look off into the distance wondering how you were gonna fix it between you two.

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dracoflaco · 8 months ago

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Waiting for you // Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

contains: fluff, stressed out reader, use of y/n, flashbacks (in italics), 1.2k words

a/n: its been so long since I write so if it looks cranky, don’t blame me. Idk honestly 🤷🏻‍♀️ (no summary cuz I'm lazy lol)

I reach for the box under my bed, it has been covered in dust meaning it has been down there since forever. Bumping my head in the process of taking the box, I let out a wince, “ouch, this damn bed. I’m throwing you away one day I swear,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. I wipe the dust away to see the hidden words under those dust. ‘Love’ was written on the lid of the box, “I don’t remember having this before” furrowing my eyebrows, trying to remember anything.

The song from my playlist continues to play, starting a sad tune. I turn to where I place my phone, confused as to why there’s some kind of sad song and to be precise Taylor Swift? I shrug it away and stares at the box in front of me, I’ve been cleaning my room since this afternoon and without noticing the time, the sun has started to set. Plopping on my bed, I take the lid off. My smiles starts disappearing just how he did…

I laugh at him when he starts cracking some jokes out of nowhere. We’ve been walking for 30 minutes after our date night. Both us close to each other, my purse in his hand. “Also Nick face was literally covered in it, we had to make a TikTok,” Chris laughed, swinging my hand with his softly.

“Happy Birthday my pretty girl. I’m sorry I had to! It was the plan, baby,” he winked, handing me the flower lego to me “my love will last just how this flower last” I laughed at his cheesy pickup lines, rolling my eyes playfully “I really thought you forgot about it, Chris. You better don’t do this again” I squint my eyes at him. “We’ll see princess, we’ll see.” He said, shrugging his shoulder making the ‘who knows’ face. I slap his arm playfully, he eventually starts laughing and bringing me closer into his arms, “I love you, y/n. Even the world can’t describe it”

“This is so good, baby. Cook more often please please please” he begged, chewing the food I made for him. Chris stands up from his seat and walks towards me “Thank you, baby” He hugs me from behind and lift me off from the floor to twirl me. I laugh lightly “Chrisss, put me down” I whine playfully and he set me back on the floor, giving my face all the kiss it needed.

A solemn tear fell down my cheek, snapping me out of it. I blink my eyes a few times to stop it but the tears keep flowing down my face like a river escaping a dam. I try wiping it away as the door of my room creaks open, someone just came into my room. Luckily my back was facing the door, giving me times to prepare myself and turns around once I think I’m presentable enough. Nick stood there at my door frame, concerns could be seen on his face, “Nick? Hey, what are you doing here? Should’ve tell me before barging into my room,” I chuckled, eyes avoiding his

“You’ve been crying.” Nick stated, heading towards where I’m seated. One look of the things in my hands, he knew it straightaway. “Missing him? Everyday I passed his room, I could hear him sobbing his heart out. He still loves you, you know? Let him in again?” He suggests, rubbing my shoulder softly. Bringing me closer to his side, laying my head on his shoulder. I stare at the necklace which happened to be in the box, being on the top of the other.

“How? How, Nick? He was the one who ended it, I got no time to stop him from doing so!” I cry out, burying my face in his shoulder. My whole body is shaking from the amount of tears and sobs coming out of me. “Yet you still cry about it, y/n. It’s been what? Almost a year and you two still mourn for each other. I never believe you when you said you moved on from him. It was and still is in your eyes.” Nick whispered into my ears, his hand never stops rubbing my shoulder.

“It hurts Nick, I still want him but God knows how my brain despise him when he said those words to me but my heart says the opposite” I sobbed, pouring my heart out. Nick only nods and comfort me softly, whispering sweetness to me till I slowly calm down from all the loud sob, non stopping flows of tears. My fingers taking the necklace from the box and turn it around. An engrave of ‘I love you - c.s’. I let my thumb stays on the engraving.

Minutes of staring it, I unclasp the hook and place it around my neck. Nick only observe my movement, saying absolutely nothing. I sigh lowly, resting the necklace on my collarbone. Sounds of a phone ringing starts to play, Nick take his phone out of the pocket of his trousers. The caller ID shows that it was Chris. I nod towards the phone, telling Nick to answer the phone call.

His thumb lingers on the decline button but finally pressing the green button, “Chris? Why’d you call?” He ask, talking to the phone. I shift away from Nick to give them both some privacy. I search for my phone only to be met with the battery logo. Grabbing the charger on the bedside table and plugging it in. “I’ll give you two some times but don’t ask again after this. You better not missed anything or even mess this up again, or I’m killing you myself.” The call comes to an end.

I walk back to my bed and peers at his phone, “what happened?” I asked, picking up the box from the bed and move it into my closet. “Nothing, Chris just asked about the juice from yesterday.” Oh. I nodded out of disappointment and settle down beside him. “Whatever happen, just let it flow naturally. Do not push it away. You better hear me out this time, y/n.” He said, looking into my eyes with seriousness.

My brow furrows softly, confusion starts to spread on my face, “okay? Anyway why did you come here all of a sudden?”

“You weren’t answering the text I gave you and all my calls went straight to the voicemail. You expect me not to panic knowing you” He said, crossing his arms. “Anyway I’m gonna go buy some takeout with Matt, you want the usual?”

“The usual I guess?” I shrugged, “up to you though, I don’t mind”

Nick wave at me and left me alone in my room with my clouded thoughts. Sighing, I rose to my feet and drag myself to the bathroom to wash my face. My eyes are a bit red and puffy after the crying session and all. The sound of my door bell rings all over my house, I dry my face quickly. Rushing down the stairs to open the door. Time seeming to slow down, feeling as if I can hear my own heartbeat. There he stood, My Chris or what used to be. The tears in my eyes threatening to fall, “Chris…” I whispered-

-to be continued-

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orangesaek · 2 years ago

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hiii! could you please write fluff about haechan taking care of a sick s/o? im literally dying right now and something like that would be really comforting, thank u 🫶🏻

OMG i hope you're feeling a lot better now! Thanks so much for your request, and pls take care of your health 🥺🤍

a/n: slightly proofread

A loud clap in his face snapped Haechan out from his thoughts.

"Hey, focus!" Jeno reminded, chuckling at Haechan's distracted look. "Pull your shit together and do your best one last time."

Haechan only groaned in response.

"He's right," Jaemin chimed in. "You can finally visit your girlfriend once this is done. She's sick in bed, right?"

Haechan nodded in response before letting out a sigh for the nth time that day. He couldn't stop worrying about you ever since you got sick a few days ago, and he hated himself for being unable to visit you even once due to his packed schedules.

NCT Dream was waiting in the dressing room for their turn to perform for their final music show performance before they can finally take a few days of rest. Luckily for Haechan (and Mark), they had no other schedules lined up for the next few days as well for NCT 127.

"Don't forget to drop by the pharmacy to get her what she needs." Renjun kindly reminded. Haechan nodded again, feeling really grateful that his friends are just as genuinely worried about you.

After the performance, the boys quickly got dressed to leave, with Haechan being the quickest to get inside the van.

"Hyung, can you please drop me off over there?" Haechan asked their manager, pointing to the direction where a pharmacy was located.

"Just try not to get sick as well, alright? Inform me or Taeyong if you're gonna come home to the dorms tonight or not." their manager said before parking the van on the side of the road.

"Yes, hyung, I will." Haechan responded as he unbuckled his seat belt and quickly put on his disguise.

"Take care, and tell your girlfriend to get well soon." Mark said.

After saying a quick goodbye to his members and seeing the van leave, Haechan walked inside the pharmacy and took out his phone.

"Hi. Can I please have these?" He politely asked at the counter, showing a list of medicine and some other items for you.

"Thank you." he said as he left the pharmacy and rode a taxi on his way to your apartment, anxious to see how you were doing.

Meanwhile, you were peacefully sleeping in bed with a serious cold, not having the slightest idea that your boyfriend will be visiting you soon.

Haechan actually insisted for you to go to the hospital. But being a stubborn person that you are, you didn't listen to him anyway and just decided to stay in bed, assuring him that you'll be fine in a few days. 3 days tops, you said, which clearly wasn't the case at the moment.

A delicious aroma wafted in your room suddenly, disturbing your sleep, and prompted you to open your sleepy eyes and sniff the air.

"What...?" you mumbled to yourself groggily as you rubbed your eyes. Still lying in bed, you squinted your eyes to look at the window in case you left it open and the smell came from one of your neighbors in the apartment. Seeing that the windows were shut, you wondered where the smell came from and decided to check.

You (reluctantly) got up the bed and was just about to put on your slippers when the door to your room suddenly opened, revealing Haechan with a tray of food.

"Where are you going? Lie back in bed," Haechan said as he pointed to your bed with his lips, softly closing the door behind him with his foot.

You sat still on your bed in shock, confused as to why your boyfriend's in your apartment. Maybe it was just another extremely reaslistic type of dream, you thought, until he made his way to your bedside table and put down the tray.

"Are you seeing things? No. What am I doing here? To take care of your stubborn ass that I love. When did I get here? Half an hour ago. What about my schedules? They're all done and I don't have any other schedules for the next few days. What if I catch your cold? Doesn't matter." Haechan said with both arms on his hips and a smug look on his face.

"There, I've answered your questions, now lie back so I can start feeding you, naughty girl."

You blinked at him before snorting at his response in disbelief. Haechan just knew you too well.

You lie back in bed, adjusting yourself so you could sit comfortably. You looked up at Haechan, who was now sitting on your bed and pouring a glass of lemon water for you.

"I can't believe you're actually here..." you mumbled, affectionately placing a hand on Haechan's thighs. "Thanks, babe."

He put down the pitcher and held your hand tightly, heaving a worried sigh before looking at you softly.

"Don't worry about it, my love." he said as he softly brushed his thumb across your hand. "Just focus on getting better soon so we can go on a fun date, okay?"

You mouthed another thank you before Haechan picked up a spoonful of hot porridge, gently blew on it, and brought it to your mouth with his other hand positioned below to catch any spills.

"Mm, this tastes so delicious." you said, finally getting the source of the delicious smell earlier.

Although Haechan didn't usually cook for his members, he was actually pretty good. When you asked him about it some time ago, he said he can cook almost anything as long as there's a recipe he can follow.

"Glad to know. Eat up so you can take your meds and rest," he said as he brought another spoonful to your mouth. "Speaking of meds, when was the last time you took them?"

You actually forgot and just smiled sheepishly at him in response.

"Unbelievable." Haechan groaned and rolled his eyes at you in disbelief.

After eating and taking the medicine Haechan bought, he made you lie down in bed to rest as he scribbled down on your notepad.

"There," he said triumphantly. He brought the notepad to your face, showing a timetable he created for all of your medicine. "Oh, wait. I don't trust you enough, so I'm also going to set some alarms."

You only groaned in response, already dreading the amount of times your phone's going to blow off from all the alarms.

Haechan took your phone from the bedside table. A soft smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw your lockscreen—it was the very first picture you took together as a couple. The picture showed only your hands that was brought together to form a heart.

His smile grew bigger after he scanned his thumb on your phone for access, revealing his face as your wallpaper. It was a picture from one of his photoshoots that he loved.

"Aren't you such a big fan of me?" he chuckled teasingly. You chuckled dryly as a response but smiled after. Of course you love him with all your heart and soul. He's your everything.

"I seriously don't know what else I'm going to do with you if you still forget to take your meds after this." he said as he placed your phone back on the table. "I made sure the volume's in max."

"Should I be ready to get evicted from this place for noise complaints?" you asked jokingly. Haechan chuckled with a smirk before lying in bed with you. He placed his arm under your neck, bringing you closer, and you adjusted yourself comfortably in his arms.

"I'm really worried you're gonna catch a cold." you mumbled into his warm embrace, also taking in his sweet scent that you missed a lot. Haechan rubbed your back softly.

"I already told you, baby," he quietly said. "It hurts my heart to see you like this. I'd rather get sick than to leave you alone."

"I'm really sorry..." you responded, suddenly feeling guilt wash over you. You knew it was quite difficult for Haechan to manage between his schedules and personal life, so for him to come running to take care of you instead of resting or doing something relaxing in his free time made you feel guilty.

Haechan clicked his tongue in disapproval before gently placing his hand on your head and running his fingers through your hair soothingly.

"Don't even start." he softly reprimanded. "Just listen to me this time and focus on getting better, okay? I'm the happiest when you're healthy."

A comfortable silence filled the room for a moment, with Haechan's fingers still running through your hair.

"Anyway, I'm always going to be here for you. If you get sick again, then I'll just take care of you again." he added.

You didn't want to make him worried anymore, so you just hummed in response, feeling so grateful to have him by your side. Haechan placed a soft kiss on your forehead and started singing softly, his sweet voice being the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep.

- end.

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hearts4hughes · 2 years ago

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could you do an imagine with jack hughes inspired by cruel summer by taylor swift? i love your writing :))

cruel summer - jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, reading will be drunk, let me know if i miss anything :)

a/n: grab your reading glasses because this is a long one, loves. also, this idea is so cute. i love cruel summer, so i hope i did it justice. enjoy reading!

the italic and bold works are song lyrics. just italic words are thoughts or emphasis on words.

gif is not mine

killing me slow, out the door window. i’m always waiting for you to be waiting below.

as i lay down in my bed, fast asleep, i’m awoken by a phone call. my eyes still shut, i reach around my nightstand until i grab my phone. i squint, my eyes adjusting to my phone’s lighting as jack’s name appears on the screen.

i answer the call, putting the phone up to my ear, “hello?” i mumble, my voice still groggy. i sit up, rubbing my eyes.

“hi, sleepyhead.” i can practically hear his cheeky smile.

“jack, what do you want? it’s literally,” i grab the digital clock on my nightstand, “1-am!” i huff, throwing myself back to a laying position.

“yeah, sorry for the early call.” he giggles and i can picture him running his hands through his long hair, “but, i’m outside your window.”

“what?!” i sit back up again, throwing the covers off my body and looking out my window. sure as shit, jack was standing underneath it, waving up to me with the cutest smile. i can’t help, but grin a little.

i hang up the phone and open my window, “what are you doing here?!” i whisper yell trying to be caution that my roommate is just down the hall from me.

“i came to save you, m’lady.” he winks, doing a small bow. i laugh, cringing at the pet name.

“how do you expect me to sneak out of here? everyone would hear me.” i furrow my brows in confusion, making jack smirk.

“that’s why you’re going through the window.” his eyes light up like a little kid.

how does he expect me to sneak out my window, without breaking any bones?

“ok,” i say unsurely, “you’re going to catch me if i fall?”

“promise!”

ok, let’s do this.

i open my window fully and begin to climb out of it. my feet are the first thing that exit out my window. i step onto the roof ledge below my window, trying to keep my balance. safely, i get into a sitting position on the roof and lower myself down, with some help from jack.

“just call me your knight in shining armor.” he wears a cocky smirk on his face.

i roll my eyes before replying, “more like, knight in under armor.”

“i’m offended! you know i only wear nike and gymshark!” he inhales a fake gasp, pulling a small laugh out of me.

“let’s go.” jack says, grabbing my hand and leading me over to his car.

after our short drive, jack revealed this little cliff that overlooks the city. it’s been about an hour and we are halfway finished with a bottle of vodka. it’s safe to say we are shitfaced.

“why have you been hiding this little hot spot from me?” i grab the heavy bottle from jack’s hands and take a good slug of it.

“to be honest… i don’t know.” jack stares at the sky, legs dangling off the cliff. “i think i was just waiting to share it at a special time.” he leans back, his arms supporting his body.

“what’s so special about tonight?” my brows furrow and i look at him. jack sits up again, trying to either remember or think of why tonight was so special.

“well,” he stares at me and i don’t even realize how close we are until i look at jack’s lips. he notices too and looks back and fourth between my lips and my eyes.

kiss him.

kiss him!

but as i get ready to gain the courage to, we snap back into reality and pull away.

“we should get going.” i suggest and he nods.

“you’re coming to my game tomorrow, right?”

“i’d never miss your games.” i admit, making jack smile. he stands up, holding his hand out for me to grab onto. i grab his hand and we head out.

what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more.

sitting at the prudential center, the only thing keeping me warm is jack’s oversized jersey draped over my body. the things i do for this boy.

after our little, incident… the other night, we haven’t addressed it. i’m actually pretty glad we didn’t yet though because nothing really happened.

the game passed by fairly quickly considering they won and now i’m waiting outside of the devils’ locker room for jack. i grab my phone out of my pocket and check the photos i got of him during the game. while scrolling through the photos, i stop on a specific one. the photo shows jack’s celly after getting a goal. noticing it’s a live photo, i hold down on it. now it shows jack’s celly, but also him looking straight at me, with the biggest smile on his face. my cheeks begin to flush as i break out into a toothy smile.

“whatcha lookin’ at, cutie?” jack walks towards me, raising his eyebrow. i quickly close my phone, putting it into my pocket.

“nothing,” i brush off his question, embarrassed to admit i was basically drooling over a photo of him, “you did so well today!”

he smiles proudly, bringing me into a big hug. i appreciate the warmth of his body on mine. he looks gorgeous… not to mention how buff he looks.

i snap out of my wild thoughts, realizing i’m not supposed to think of my best friend in that way.

“the boys and i are going out to celebrate, wanna come with?” jack pulls away from our hug, a childish grin on his face. i shake my head, knowing i’ve lived this same night a million times, and it all starts with ‘going out to celebrate’.

“you already know my answer to that.”

i’m drunk in the back of the back of the car. and i cried like a baby coming home from the bar, oh.

after about four shots, two vodka martinis, and a few too many white claws, jack decided it was time to take me home. he’s had a few drinks, but he’s definitely not wasted like me.

“ready to go, love?” jack asks, holding my waist, supporting me so i don’t fall over.

“no way, jacky! it’s too early.” i whine, grabbing my drink, trying to take another sip out of it, but jack intercepts. he takes the drink out of my hand and i whine once again.

“you are very drunk.” he laughs, “let’s get you home, ok?”

“fine.” i huff, loosing my balance for a moment and falling into jack. he catches me, making a ‘woah’ face before leading me out of the bar. with a hand around my waist, jack opens the backseat to his car, slowly helping me in.

“yay! the backseat!” i slur, laying down in the big backseat. soon after jack shuts the car door, he opens the front door, adjusting his seat settings before he leaves the parking lot.

he’s so perfect. i mean i’m literally plastered and he’s driving me home. i wish i could just kiss him, but i know he doesn’t like me like that.

my drunken thoughts start to take control over my emotions and soon tears begin to swell in my eyes. i sit up and try to stop the tears streaming down my face, but i can’t. i let out a small sob, causing jack to look at me through the rear view mirror.

“hey, woah,” jack coos, “what’s wrong, cutie?” his expressions are worried as he waits for my answer.

“nothing.” i mumble, rubbing my eyes as tears spill out of them.

“it’s obviously not nothing if you’re crying about it.” he points out. he’s not wrong, but…

“i really just want to kiss you.” i blurt out. my eyes widen at what i said, but i’m not sober enough to realize what i just admitted.

“oh yeah?” jack grins, giving into my drunk confessions. his eyes flick back and fourth from the rear view mirror to the road.

“yes!” once again i respond something before thinking, “i’ve wanted to for so, so long. you are so pretty!”

shut up, y/n!! shut up!

“i think you are just very drunk.” jack giggles making me bark out a huge laugh.

“drunk isn’t even in my vocabulary, jacky!” i exclaim, a little too loud. he giggles in response. “also, drunk words are sober thoughts.”

why did i just say that?

finally, i shut up, closing my eyes i fall into a small slumber.

i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?

when i wake up, he’s carrying me bridal style into my apartment. getting my senses back, i mumble something incoherently.

“shh, it’s ok,” jack looks down at me, smiling. i nod my head, eyes shutting once again. my eyes stay closed as jack lays me down on my bed. he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before saying his goodbyes.

thinking i was still asleep, jack confesses, “i want to kiss you too, y/n.”

“what?” i open my eyes, shooting up from my laying position.

jack stops short turning around. his eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open. “wait, um-” he trips over his words.

“jack,” i cut him off. he nods, “shut up and repeat that.”

silence fills the room for a few moments before jack speaks up, “i want to kiss you too.”

it felt as if time froze.

as if nothing mattered anymore.

i stand up from my bed, stumbling a little due to my now tipsy state. jack immediately comes to my aid, holding me up right. we both stare at each other, my eyes flicking to his lips, then up again to his eyes. i start to get a déjà vu feeling, remembering the last time this happened.

last time this happened i chickened out. i didn’t kiss him, but this time i want it to be different.

i lean in, pressing my lips against jack’s. in shock, he doesn’t kiss back, just yet. but after a few moments, he’s kissing me too. i put everything i’ve bundled up for so long into this kiss. it seems like jack did too.

breathlessly, i pull back. i take a deep breath before looking at jack. he wears a cheeky smile on his face.

“wow.” is the only thing he says.

“wow.” i agree, running my hands through his hair.

“i’m in love with you,” i confess, still high on my adrenaline rush, “and i have been for so long.” i close my eyes, waiting for his response, but instead of words, his lips meet mine, once again.

this kiss has less passion, but more hunger. his hands grab my waist. he slips my tongue into my mouth, causing me to gasp.

before the kiss can heat up anymore, he pulls away. “i’m in love with you too.”

#hearts4hughes #jack hughes #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes x reader #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #nora's writings 💐

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years ago

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Team Bucciarati & Accidentally walking in on you while you are changing

Warning: all characters are 18+ in this situation, kinda suggestive content ahead if you squint? Well beside Mista’s but… really nothing crazy lol

Reader is female!

A/N: I have like 37 fucking JJBA smuts I could finish yet here I am writing this stupid shit LMAO — also my phone is acting so infuriating lately so please bear with me if there are any typos Proof read? Never

Giorno Giovanna

He knocks, every single time, so how this even happened is beyond him. Maybe it was because your door was slightly ajar, maybe it was because it was only the two of you home in the apartment the entire gang shared, whatever the reason was… Giorno still failed to knock. “Y/n do you ha—oh.” He froze midway through the door, eyes widening ever so slightly as he looked at you. You were mid-change, a shirt on but no pants, panties sticking to your frame as you turned to face him. “Giorno!?” You yelped, grabbing the closest item to shield your lower half — in this case it was your pillow. “I’m sorry I…” he was turning around so you only saw his back. “I just wanted to ask you something but it can certainly wait till you are decent…” he was making his way back out of your room, face burning just as brightly as yours.

Bruno Bucciarati

He wasn’t thinking, knuckles hitting your door a few times and pushing it open without waiting for a response. “Y/n I need you to help me with this paperwork…” he locked eyes with you, his tired brain taking a second to process that you looked shocked. “B-Bruno!” Your hands were over your bare chest, hugging your breasts tightly. He blinked once, twice, three times before his cheeks were turning neon red. You’d never seen him exit your room so quickly, hand over his mouth as he clicked the door shut. “My deepest apologies…” he was muffled from behind your door but you could still hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I am… so so sorry… forgive me I…” you began to laugh, reaching for a shirt to throw over yourself. A second later, you were opening your bedroom door. “No need to apologize, Bruno. It’s alright.” Your cheeks were still warm, but it felt less awkward seeing how shy he had gotten. You found it rather cute.

Pannacotta Fugo

It’s a rare occasion for Fugo to even come close to your room. He probably couldn’t even accurately describe it if he wanted too. So how he ended up where he was now? So red in the face he was nearly purple? Was still a mystery to him. “Oh? Hi Fugo.” You smiled, reaching for your perfume, it seemed you were oblivious to the fact that you were only in a pair of panties and a bra. His mouth was hanging open, eyes comically wide as he tried to process what he was seeing. “Fugo? Are you alright? You usually don’t come in my room?” For you, it wasn’t really a big deal. I mean you’ve all been to the beach together before, you weren’t really showing that much more skin at the moment. “Earth to Fugo? Did you need to tell me something?” Your hand waving in his face was the only thing that snapped him out of it, mostly because of your new proximity. “I-i’m so sorry! I don’t even know why I came in here! I’ll just let myself out I…” he was still muttering as he left, hands coming up to hold his face once he was out of your sight.

Narancia Ghirga

You’re used to it by now, he quite literally never knocks and always lets himself in. “Hey Y/N! I need to ask you…” you jumped, moving to cover yourself before realizing it was just Narancia. You mostly zoned out when he started asking you questions, some how you’re half assed answers seemed satisfactory for him. Most of the time, Narancia sat in your room talking your ear off as you got ready for the day. He was, in every sense, not phased seeing you half naked. Of course he’d never seen you in anything less than a bra and underwear, but in your eyes it was the same as being seen in a bikini. Narancia was just…Narancia. “Where do you even come up with these questions?” You slipped a shirt over your head, laughing as he tilted his head. “I dunno.” Was all he could give you, eyes training on your CD collection as you rummaged through your closet for a pair of bottoms. Really, it didn’t even phase you anymore.

Mista Guido

The last thing he expected was to get a face full of your ass when he walked into your room. “Merda, y/n! You could kill a man with a sight like that!” Always a smart ass… and a flirt. You rolled your eyes, straighten from where you had been bent over rummaging for pajamas. “You scared the fuck out of me, Mista.” He made his way into your room, throwing himself on your bed. “Ah well, you scared me too with an ass like that. The very thought of you sitting—“ you picked up your pillow and began hitting him with it, laughing as he attempted to block. “You are such a horny bastard.” You shook your head, finally flopping yourself beside him when he stopped putting up a fight. “I can’t help it! Having a roommate as good looking as you… who loves to walk round half nude…” the pillow was hitting him once again, this time both of you couldn’t contain your laughter.

Leone Abbacchio

He was only walking into your room because Bucciarati sent him to get you… what he failed to do though was knock. “We’re going to dinner, hurry your ass up so we can…go…” he froze, eyes matching the size of yours as you instinctively covered yourself with your towel. “Why wouldn’t you knock?!” You felt your face getting warm, knowing full and well that Abbacchio had quite literally just seen all of you. “I—“ he swallowed, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, even that quick glance of your body was engraved into his mind. “I’m sorry…I…” he was stumbling backwards out of your room, praying his cheeks weren’t turning as red as they felt. “J-just hurry up so we can go get dinner…” his voice was strained, quite unusual for him, which was making the situation all the more awkward. “Okay…” you croaked, mentally reminding yourself to lock your door from now on.

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somerandommess · 7 months ago

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Maxiel au 1400 words

Spies? Hitman? one of them. Idk where this came from but I really want to see what happens next, sadly I’m the one who has to write what happens next. Also, the maxiel is kind of implied…imaginary, almost. Pre relationship kind of. Squint while using a magnifying glass and you’ll see it.

inspired by the adore you verse (@onboardsorasora ) literally so good.

Max walked through the hotel corridors, tapping an envelope in his hand as he went. He kept his head on a swivel mainly to check if anyone was following him, but also to keep an eye out for the room he was looking for.

Suddenly a door opened behind him and he immediately tensed, turning his head around to see who it was. A man in a grey suit walked out talking loudly into his phone. The guy paid him no mind, but he still watched as he made sure he got into the elevator and the doors closed.

A minute passed and he tried to make himself relax. He brought his shoulders down from his ears and removed his hand that, on reflex, went to his gun holster.

He hadn’t always been like this. Two years ago you wouldn’t catch him using a gun. It made things too easy. However, recent events made him pick it up again. That, and the bullet wound in his arm made him decide that he doesn’t care if guns made things easy; getting shot fucking hurt.

He shook out his arms and continued walking.

330…331…332…

He stopped infront the door.

333.

He looked down at himself, his dress shoes had flecks of blood on them and his pants were a little dusty. He frowned but decided he looked good enough. He had stolen a shirt from house keeping earlier, but threw away the nameplate.

Sorry Jerry D. , but he needed to look presentable for what he was about to do.

He knocked on the door.

No answer.

He waited and leaned closer to try and hear if anyone was moving around.

Nothing.

He knows that there’s someone in there because the front desk said they hadn’t checked out yet.

He realizes now that the front desk could have been lying.

He knocks again. This time he hears a thud and mumbling. No one opens the door.

Max has had enough of this.

“Listen I know you’re in there. I have something you want,” he hears the click of a lock, and smiles a bit, “Daniel-“

The door flies open and he’s pulled inside and thrown face first to the floor. He couldn’t catch himself as it was so unexpected and he curses himself for it.

He rolls onto his back and reaches for his gun to shoot-

The gun isn’t there. It’s being pointed in his face.

He leans back on his elbows, “Daniel”

The click of the safety goes off.

Max gulps.

Daniel is in jeans and nothing else. His chest is badly bruised (broken ribs?) and he’s sporting a black eye. He holds the gun in his left hand while the right stays at his side, his trigger and middle finger bandaged together.

With his injuries Max expects his hand to shake, it remains steady.

“Did Zak send you?” Daniel asks.

“No one sent me. I came looking for you.”

“Bullshit”

Max tries to get up, but Daniel fires a shot in the space between his legs.

“What the fuck” he scoots back till he hits the wall, “Do you know whose hotel this is? You can’t shoot me!”

Daniel scoffs, “I didn’t shoot you. I almost shot you, there’s a difference. And Toto knows I’m here, he won’t mind” he waves the gun around before sighing.

He tucks the gun into the waistband of his jeans and sits on the bed. He passes a hand through his hair and looks at the floor.

“What are you doing here Max?”

Max gets to his feet and walks over to the doorway where the envelope he was carrying fell. He picks it up and hands it to Daniel. He doesn’t take it so he rests it next to him on the bed.

“Sebastian has an offer for you. A way out… Revenge.”

Daniel takes the envelope, “Revenge? Last time I tried that they broke my jaw”

Max puts his hands in his pockets, “You won’t be the only one. Fernando went rogue, took Stroll with him. Even George left. He blew up HQ to show he was serious”

He looks at Max surprised. “Russell George…” he murmurs.

Max turns and watches Daniel through the mirror by the door. He watches as he opens the envelope and pulls the paper out halfway. He averts his eyes from the paper but he doesn’t miss the fond look Daniel gives as he reads the letter. Seb has always shown his love for Daniel in his own way.

Daniel puts the letter back and closes the envelope.

“So, what do you want revenge for?”

Max blinks, “Pardon?”

Daniel gets up and stands just behind him.

“I know why I want revenge, and I'm assuming everyone is either getting out or wants revenge. Which one is on your to-do list?”

Max turns and faces him, “You know what they say about assuming,”

Daniel hums and turns to get a shirt from his duffel on the floor. He groans as he stoops and Max wills himself to stay put.

He pulls out a blue party shirt with pineapples and struggles to put it on.

Max can’t take it anymore so he helps him get it over his head. Focusing his eyes on anywhere but Daniels exposed body. When he’s done they’re standing eye to eye and he tries to convince himself that Daniel did not just look at his lips.

Max breaks the silence, “You getting your revenge is enough for me.”

They stand there before Daniel blinks like he remembers something.

“How long ago did George blow up HQ?”

“Yesterday?”

“You think since he you know…that Toto…” he trails off and looks around the hotel room.

“Might try and kill you? Yes” Max finishes.

“We should leave”

“Yes”

They move around the room like a well oiled machine. Max gathering anything belonging to Daniel and shoving it into his suitcase, and Daniel taking note of his various IDs in his duffel.

They leave the room in a hurry, and Daniel is still shoving his feet into sneakers when they reach the stairwell.

They reach downstairs to the car park and Daniel whistles when he sees Maxs car.

Max rolls his eyes and shoves the suitcase onto the backseat with his own.

When he gets in, Daniel is running his hands on every surface.

“It’s just car Daniel”

“A very nice car. Stolen?”

“Rental” he starts it and revs it just to see Daniels reaction.

Daniel laughs and leans back. Max peels out of there with a drift.

A few minutes into the ride, Daniel takes the gun from his pants and tosses it into Maxs lap.

Max tries not to swerve, “It could have gone off!” he curses in Dutch.

“Safety was on”

Max takes the gun and puts it in between them next to the gear stick.

He takes the next left to the airport and Daniel freezes.

“I can’t exactly get on a plane right now. I have people looking for me”

Max rolls his eyes, “Everyone’s looking for you,”

Daniel tenses, “I mean more recently. They’re kind of upset that I stole from them. I can’t fly commercial”

“We’re not” Max says simply.

Daniel goes for the gun and points it at him. Max isn’t fazed.

“We’re flying private”

—-

“Since when did you get a jet?” Daniel watches in shock and awe as they pull up to the aircraft.

“It wasn’t my idea.” They both watch as the door opens and someone comes down the steps.

Max barely has time to put the vehicle into park before Daniel opens the door and steps out.

“Charlie?!”

Charles turns his head, “Daniel!”

They run and hug each other while Max rolls his eyes for what feels like the twentieth time today.

“Where have you been? Last I heard you were in Canada doing wet-work with Scotty”

“That was a year ago”

Charles sighs, “It’s been hard to keep in touch with you,”

Daniel feels guilty, and it must show because then Charles pats him on the back and shoves him up the stairs of the plane.

Max follows carrying two suitcases and a duffel bag.

—

They get settled and Daniel drinks two glasses of champagne.

Charles comes back from speaking with the captain and sits across from him and Max.

“I’m sure you have questions-“

Daniel cuts him off,

“Just one for now,” he taps the window, “where are we going?”

“London” Max answers easily.

“London? What’s in London?”

——

Not beta read

What’s in London? We may never know.

it’s Lewis. He’s in London and he brings them to a base, explanations happen, flashbacks. We find out- [gunshot]

I’ll stop

#maxiel #maxiel au #I really want to finish this #give me like 2 weeks to 5 years to do so lmao #this is me being awkward 😭#so sorry #RIBS au

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yourmomni · 1 year ago

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Fix You

A/n: hi guys🥰 I hope you enjoy this I literally was so excited to write this first part of this story and can't wait to continue it ( and actually finish a series). Their will be 4 parts of this series that will be dropping every Sunday ( or if I'm feeling generous) every Friday. I have school through out the week so please be patient with me. @loveyouselfalways thank you for the request i cherish you in my heart 🥰🥰

The comments on the life were popping up rapidly on the screen as I rocked in my gamer chair that was in my room.

" Guys, what song should I play next."

I smiled as the requests were all over the screen within seconds of me asking. I was live on Weverse after our comeback on Music Bank.

" Oh I like Maroon 5, let's play Sunday morning."

I typed the song in and turned my speakers that were on my desk up. I swayed to the song bobbing my head and singing along.

Jay popped his head in as I looked up over my monitor at him. " Jake wanted to know if you've seen his black cap, and I also bought you some ramen." I shook my head. " no he probably left it at the studio but do you wanna come say hi." He smiled rushing into my room sitting the bowl down beside me, standing behind me waving. " Hi ENGENE thank you for supporting us today." He began humming the song and reading the comments.

" no, I'm not joining the live I just stopped by to say hello…now I'm leaving so goodnight I love you." He waved bye rustling my hair and then running out before I could hit him back.

" He's so annoying guys, I swear he's really like a big brother to me." I fixed my hair grabbed the chopsticks and ate a little bit of the ramen

Hoonies wife: You’re the annoying one

Jaybm: I want to see him not you

I squinted at the comment

" He's not really annoying, it was just a joke guys."

Dweakicake: look at how she's eating. What a pig

Skyhon: fat bitch

Lilsim: I can't believe they chose her as the last member, what a waste of space. Literally lol.

Jewelgold: did you guys see her outfit for comeback? They should have covered her up more, she looked like a dancing cow

You stared blankly at the camera reading the comments appearing on the screen one by one.

"I'm sorry if you guys didn't like my outfit for the comeback, maybe next show you'll enjoy the next one."

You faked a smile, your heart felt like a needle was going in and out of it, and your stomach felt like there was a zoo inside of it.

The song finally ended and you slid the bowl to the side.

You were too sick to eat

" Okay, guys I'm not feeling well so I'm just going to end the live here."

Y/Nfairy: Don't pay attention to the mean comments we love you

Enha4L: Don't go I'll miss you too much

You smiled " It's getting late and I promised Sunoo I would do face mask with him tonight so I gotta go. I love you engenes until next time." I blew a kiss and waved bye to the screen ending the live.

I exhaled, groaning, laying my head on the desk. Jay walked back in smiling holding his own bowl

" I came to- hey what happened to the live I was going to surprise them" I quickly lifted my head to face him

"Oh, I ended the live it's getting late." I got out of my chair, grabbed my bowl that was on the desk taking it to the the kitchen.

Jay was taken aback by the sudden change of mood you had. You were all bubbly and excited to get on live just a second ago.

Jake was sitting at the dinner table on his phone, probably ordering a new black cap.

" Someone needs to clean the dishes I did it last night and this morning, and they keep piling up," Jungwon said, walking in from the living room and setting his bowl in the sink.

I dumped my food in the trash sitting my bowl down beside his " I did it last week it's sunoo turn." Jay said leaning on the island

" I did it the week before," Sunoo yelled from his room.

" Hey, you didn't eat all your food," Jay whispered as I stood beside him on my phone.

" I wasn't hungry." I moved before he could ask me anything else. The living room was empty even though the T.V. was on. I sat down on the couch scrolling through Twitter trying to see if anyone posted the highlights of my live.

Enhypenlover: Y/n looked so pretty today on her live as she played songs by Tyler the Creator, Frank Ocean, Steve Lacey, Beabadoobob and Maroon 5. She even had a special appearance from Jay. Sadly she left in a hurry but I can't wait to see her again soon. What did you guys think about her live?

You pushed the comment section and saw over 2.5k people reply to her tweet

There were a lot of comments about how they liked your taste in music, or about how they enjoyed seeing you. Then you scrolled too far.

User183752890: why didn't they make her diet before coming back? So embarrassing

You sharply exhaled as you read it over and over again

You knew you weren't the skinniest person in the world, you had thighs that doubled every time you sat down, your fingers weren't skinny and Dainty like the other girl idols and your belly was nowhere near flat. It would spill out from under your shirts and poke out when you tried to hide it in your jeans.

It was nowhere around how you looked. You knew you were fat.

After I-land aired and the last 7 members were picked to be in enhypen everyone was so excited to see the new group, well until they decided to add you into it.

The boys were nice, sweet, and caring towards you but the fans were a different story. Always commenting on how you looked or saying you didn't match the boy's vibes. Telling you to leave the group every chance they got.

A tear fell from you're eyes and onto your cheek, as you gripped your phone in your hand. " You okay." You quickly whipped it away. " Yeah just got something in my eye no big deal."

Niki was standing there watching as you wiped your tears away for the 5th time that week in silence.

He walked over to you, snatching your phone out of your hand. " What are you reading?" I gasped hopping up trying to grab my phone back. " Niki stop it." He started scrolling eyebrows frowning as he continued to read all the comments

" Niki give it here." He turned his back to me, blocking my phone from me. I tried going in front of him but he ran to the other side of the room.

" Niki, this isn't funny, just give it back." He scoffed. He was still reading silently. Niki was beyond angry at all of the things he was seeing.

People who claimed to be fans hated you for no reason. It was pissing him off.

"How long has this been going on?" He asked, finally looking up from your phone. " It doesn't matter, just give me my phone back." You reached for your phone but Niki moved it out of the way.

"It doesn't matter? Y/n you were literally crying 5 minutes ago reading this trash." "It isn't trash," I yelled at him. He bit the inside of his cheek. " When did this start y/n." I crossed my arms looking away from him

He shrugged, "Fine, you don't wanna talk." He brushed past me and into the kitchen where I followed him. " Niki, what are you doing?"

Everyone was gathered in the kitchen which was just your luck.

" Jungwon, look at this." I gasped as I watched him hand my phone over to our leader. Jungwon raised his eyebrows as he received the phone.

Oh no

The one thing about getting hate was that you tried your best to hide it from your other members. You knew if they saw it they would try to protect you or worse agree with the people about you.

Everyone crowded behind Jungwon to read what was on your phone. you felt like you were living a nightmare. Your hands started getting sweaty and your legs turned to jello.

Jay was the first one to look back up at you sadness all over his face. You quickly looked away from him and down at the ground. You hated seeing them sad especially if it was over you.

You clenched your fist all of a sudden and anger filled you. " When did this Start?" Jungwon asked, breaking the silence. I couldn't look up at him. " Y/n answer me when did-" " None of your business." I spat. Everyone looked taken aback.

" Y/n watch how you talk," Heeseung said glaring at me. I walked over and snatched my phone out of his hand. " This is none of your concern I can handle this alone."

" Oh, so that's what you call crying at night in your room. You call that " handling it" because it doesn't seem handled." Niki yelled back just as angry. I pushed his chest " fuck you.".

" Y/n that's enough," Sunghoon interjects. " Niki was trying to help and-." I cut him off ." He wasn't trying to help me he was trying to embarrass me…I don't have time for this." I stormed to my room " Come back here, we're not done talking to you." Jay said following me.

" I don't want to talk to any of you EVER." I slammed the door in his face.

" teenagers." Heeseung groaned throwing the rag he had in the sink and whipping his hands on the apron he had around his neck. Niki dragged his hands across his face. " Why didn't she tell us," Jake said with frustration all over his face.

Niki's leg was bouncing so hard the table began to move with it." I don't know but I'm going to fix it." He got up from the table storming to his own room slamming the door.

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