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jungwnies · 1 month ago

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f1 gris (2/2) | forgetting their birthday

୨ৎ : featuring : kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, yuki tsunoda, isack hadjar, and liam lawson + special feature franco colapinto and lance stroll (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by @holycastles) : pretending to forget their birthday but actually having a huge surprise for them planned

୨ৎ : genre : romantic comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 2342

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : yall.. 10k followers is sooo fucking insane tysm! i will be doing a 10k special in a few weeks so pls stay tuned... it's finals coming up so i will be a bit busyyy but once its over i will 100% be focused here >.<

ʚ・kimi antonelli

kimi didn’t say much when he realized the day was slipping by without a single mention. he never really made a big deal about birthdays. he didn’t expect balloons or cake or instagram captions. but still, from you, he expected something.

at breakfast, he waited. you served him pancakes and coffee like it was any other wednesday. no candles. no teasing grins. just a kiss on the cheek and a "have a good day, babe."

at lunch, nothing. he thought maybe you were planning something. maybe it was a joke. but as the hours went on, doubt started to creep in. you were scrolling your phone while curled up on the couch, totally at ease. too at ease. his heart sank.

he didn’t say anything. just kind of sat with it. didn’t pout. didn’t throw shade. but you knew him. you saw it in the way he was quieter than usual, more distracted, checking his phone a little too often.

at dinner, you brought out his favorite pasta—your homemade version. still no mention. he stared at his plate for a beat too long before picking up his fork.

"kimi?" you said softly. he looked up. "you okay?"

he shrugged. "yeah. just tired."

you let him take another bite before quietly slipping away. when you returned, the lights went off. and the cake came out. candles. sparklers. a stupid little crown. and you.

"happy birthday, kimi."

his eyes softened immediately. he didn’t smile big—he never did—but his whole face lit up in that subtle, slow-burning way that made your heart twist.

"i knew it," he said, shaking his head, voice barely above a whisper. "you’re evil."

you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face to his chest. "took you long enough to crack."

he held you tighter than usual. "you scared me," he mumbled.

"i’d never forget. not ever."

he didn’t need the cake or the candles. just that promise, and you in his arms, and the warmth he tried so hard not to show.

ʚ・ollie bearman

you started the prank at midnight—intentionally saying “goodnight” without even a hint of “happy birthday.” you heard him scoff in the dark. one point for you.

by morning, he was already suspicious. “so… you didn’t have any weird dreams or anything?” he asked at breakfast, eyeing you over his cereal.

“nope,” you replied, sipping your tea like an oscar-winning actor.

ollie blinked. “not even about, i don’t know, special occasions?”

“like tax season?” you offered.

his spoon clattered into the bowl. “oh my god.”

you kept the act going all day. when he dramatically flopped onto the couch saying, “this day feels important for some reason,” you just hummed and asked if he wanted a snack.

by noon, he was spiraling.

you caught him googling “do geminis need more attention?” and muttering to himself while pacing around the apartment. then, when his phone pinged with a birthday text from a teammate, he gasped so loudly it startled the cat.

“you’re lying,” he said, holding up the screen like evidence in a trial.

“about what?” you blinked innocently.

“my birthday. my birthday. are you seriously telling me lando norris remembered before you?!”

you bit your lip to keep from laughing. “ollie, i think you’re just being dramatic.”

he stared at you like you’d just slapped him with a cake. “i will never recover from this betrayal.”

you let him sulk for a while—faking deep emotional trauma while dramatically playing sad songs from his spotify. but then, when he finally dragged himself to the kitchen for ice cream, he opened the freezer and found a box that said “for my favorite chaos goblin.”

inside? a tiny cake with a candle already lit, and a note that said, you really thought i forgot? babe. please.

he stood frozen, jaw hanging open.

you popped your head around the corner. “happy birthday, drama queen.”

ollie just stared. “i planned a whole guilt trip. i almost cried to charles. you absolute menace.”

you giggled as he tackled you in a bear hug, cake be damned. “you’re lucky i love you.”

you whispered back, “i know.”

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

you started the prank the night before. yuki was curled up on the couch, legs in your lap, chattering about how excited he was for ramen tomorrow and how "the birthday boy deserves extra noodles."

you just smiled, nodded, and said, “wait, is something happening tomorrow?”

the look he gave you was instant and horrified. “what do you mean… is something happening?”

you shrugged. “i just feel like i’m forgetting something.”

yuki blinked. “no. no. you’re messing with me.”

you patted his head. “you’re being so dramatic lately, babe.”

that got you a narrowed stare and a suspicious squint. “you’re acting weird. i’m watching you.”

by morning, he had fully entered petty mode. he stomped around the kitchen in his slippers, deliberately making extra noise. you greeted him with a “good morning” and a kiss on the cheek. no “happy birthday.”

he looked personally offended. “nothing? not even a hint?”

you poured your coffee. “hint about what?”

he gasped. “you really did forget. oh my god.”

then he got very, very quiet.

for the next few hours, he refused to tell you what he wanted for lunch. he kept mumbling “i don’t care” and “whatever, it’s just a normal day.” but when you handed him a sandwich, he held it in both hands like it was the saddest thing he’d ever received.

finally, around 3 p.m., you told him you were going out for a bit. he just nodded, curled up on the couch with a blanket over his head, sulking dramatically.

you came back 30 minutes later with a party hat, a mini cake, and his favorite ramen from that place he always begged you to drive to. you walked in singing softly, “happy birthday to yuki…”

he peeked out from under the blanket like a kid. “i knew it. i knew you wouldn’t actually forget.”

you sat beside him and kissed his cheek. “you’re too cute to forget, yuki.”

he beamed, cheeks pink, and pulled you into his lap. “you scared me. i was one second away from texting your mom and telling on you.”

you laughed against his shoulder. “wouldn’t be the first time.”

he grinned. “still gonna eat this cake like you broke my heart, though.”

you handed him a fork. “as you should, birthday boy.”

ʚ・isack hadjar

you knew isack would be the most dramatic when you pretended to forget his birthday. what you didn’t expect was how fast he would spiral into chaos.

it started when you woke up and didn’t say a word. no “happy birthday,” no breakfast in bed, no suspicious glances. just vibes. isack stared at you in silence like he was waiting for the punchline.

“you good?” you asked as you brushed your teeth.

he crossed his arms. “i just think it’s interesting how some people wake up today and act like it’s just… wednesday.”

you choked on your toothpaste but played it cool. “it is just wednesday.”

he gasped. “oh my god.”

you spent the morning fake-working on your laptop while he paced around muttering in french. at one point, he opened your calendar on your phone while pretending to check the weather.

“nothing’s even marked. no cake emoji. not even a dot.”

you side-eyed him. “babe. what are you talking about?”

he threw himself on the couch. “do i mean nothing to you? after i sent you that meme yesterday? that meant something.”

lunch was him dramatically scrolling through old birthday posts you’d made for your cat and reading them out loud.

“to the best boy in the world, love you forever,” he quoted, glaring. “your cat got more love than me.”

you almost caved.

but then he disappeared into the bedroom for 30 minutes and came back out in full black. black shirt, black jeans, black sunglasses.

“i’m in mourning,” he said. “for the relationship i thought i had.”

you snorted so hard you nearly dropped your phone. finally, you pulled the hidden cake out of the fridge and lit the candle.

“happy birthday, you absolute menace.”

he blinked. “wait. you knew? this whole time?!”

you nodded, grinning.

he pointed at you like he was ready to call the police. “you’re sick.”

but then he saw the cake, and the way you’d written ‘to my favorite boy’ in icing, and his face completely melted.

he gave you a big, exaggerated sigh. “fine. you’re forgiven. but only because this cake smells amazing.”

and then he took the biggest bite without using a fork.

ʚ・liam lawson

liam woke up like it was any other day. no expectations. no fuss. dude was already making coffee and singing off-key in the kitchen before you even got out of bed.

you walked in, kissed his shoulder, and greeted him with a casual, “morning.”

he turned, handed you your mug, then looked mildly amused. “sooo… nothin’ special today, huh?”

you blinked. “what, is it national ‘liam makes great coffee’ day?”

he laughed. “honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it was.”

but as the morning went on, he kept making little comments. you’d walk past and he’d go, “still nothing, huh?” under his breath. or he’d look at his phone and dramatically say, “wow, so many birthday messages… wonder what someone forgot.”

you didn’t flinch. you even made lunch like it was a totally normal tuesday.

but liam? oh, he was plotting.

he started dropping the weirdest hints. said things like, “kinda craving cake. no reason. just… feel like today’s a good day for it.”

or “if i was born today, that’d be wild, right?”

by late afternoon, he full-on dropped his driver’s license on the table and casually went, “you ever look at this photo and think, ‘damn. what a birthday boy’?”

you finally caved around 4 p.m., dragging out a wrapped box and a card that said “to the kiwi who thinks he’s slick.”

he opened it with a smirk. “knew it. you’re a menace.”

you kissed his cheek. “you were so annoying about it.”

he grinned. “you love it. admit it.”

you rolled your eyes. “i do. but next year i’m setting a reminder just so i don’t have to watch you fake-suffer like that again.”

he leaned back, smug. “next year, i’m faking amnesia. your move.”

ʚ・franco colapinto

franco wasn’t expecting fireworks for his birthday. honestly, he never did. but he was expecting you to say something when the day started.

instead, you kissed his cheek like usual, told him good morning, and then asked if he could take out the trash.

he hesitated, eyes flicking toward you. “you sleep okay?”

“mmhmm,” you said, scrolling on your phone. “you?”

he nodded slowly. “yeah… weird dreams, though. something about, like… cake.”

you bit back a grin. “maybe you’re just craving sugar.”

the rest of the morning went like that. franco dropping soft, hopeful hints. you pretending not to notice. he wasn’t pouty, not like ollie or isack. but you could tell—he was waiting. watching you with that quiet, slightly anxious energy.

at lunch, he made you coffee and served it with a shy smile. “anything you want today?”

you shook your head. “nothing special.”

he paused. “you sure?”

“mhm.”

and that’s when he got real quiet. not in a dramatic way—just a little dimmer. still smiled. still held your hand when you went out for groceries. but his fingers played with the hem of your sleeve the entire walk, like he was grounding himself.

when you got home, you “accidentally” left your phone unlocked with a birthday alarm still set. he saw it. paused. smiled—that soft franco smile—and said nothing.

but a few minutes later, when you asked him to grab something from the oven, he opened it and found a birthday cake with his name on it.

you walked into the kitchen behind him, holding a small box with your gift and whispered, “you didn’t think i’d forget, right?”

he turned to you, eyes a little watery, smile so soft it could melt anything. “i didn’t. not really. but i would’ve loved you even if you did.”

you kissed him, and he kissed you back like he’d been waiting all day for that exact moment.

ʚ・lance stroll

lance doesn’t love attention. but birthdays? they kind of mean something to him, especially when it’s you.

so when you woke up, kissed his cheek, and didn’t say anything, he raised a brow but kept cool. “no dreams about cake or parties?”

“nope,” you said, already walking away.

he blinked. “okay.”

the morning passed in silence. well, not silence. you were humming while making breakfast. but lance? lance was watching you like you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

no texts read over your shoulder. no cake being secretly frosted. no sneaky glances. just… vibes.

at lunch, he cleared his throat. “so… i was born today.”

you blinked. “really? what a coincidence.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you’re unreal.”

he didn’t push. just teased you under his breath. at one point, he dramatically stared out the window like he was in a sad music video and mumbled, “must be crazy to have a girlfriend who forgets your birthday.”

you cracked at dinner. brought out his favorite dessert—warm, homemade, gooey—and placed a single candle in the center.

he smirked. “oh, so you do love me.”

you handed him a tiny box. “takes more than one prank to scare me off.”

he opened the gift slowly, brows rising as he saw the watch you’d been saving up for. underneath the box was a handwritten note.

for the guy who plays it cool but has the softest heart i’ve ever known.

he looked at you, quiet for a second. then he pulled you into his lap and kissed your cheek. “you’re lucky i’m too in love to be mad.”

you smiled. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

he nuzzled into your neck and whispered, “next year, i’m getting revenge.”

but he said it with the biggest grin.

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sleepy-fiction · 5 months ago

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Fists In The Backline pt.2

lin lie x f!reader SMUT 2k esti

syn: After a voyeuristic rendezvous during mission capture, you can't stop thinking about your risky sex with the enemy Iron Fist. So you send an even riskier pic to get his attention. To your surprise, he shares one back.

tgs: e-sex, video calling, sexting, nudes, masturbation

an: omg a sequel!! BARELY PROOFREAD

read part one here

Your life wasn't the same after that fuckening Iron Fist gave you. He was so friendly and respectful to you since that match, always checking up on you when you were in the same room, and texting you how your day went in the evenings. Although he was so friendly and sweet, you were boiling alive every night.

He had changed your for the worst that day. You knew you had freakier desires, and being a super hero now, you couldn't easy access that outlet the way you would before. Going back to all of your old sex partners could end up compromising things. To be frank, you didn't want to go back to them anyways, you desperately wanted to fuck on by Lin only.

He handled you so rough but took great care of your body. Fuck, even the circumstances of it all were so erotic they kept you up at night, recreating it in your dorm. That cock of his... It was one of a kind.

It got worse when Iron Fist had a mission, he couldn't text you for weeks. And you couldn't stop thinking about him every waking second. No way you'd let yourself fester into madness restricting this.

Iron Fist returns in one day. The mission updates went well.

You swallow so thickly.

You've got to do something.

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🐰Bunny Girl

bunny: hey lin

Lin watches the notification pop up on his screen. He had just escaped the shower, washing off the day's hard work to prepare for the long flight back to HQ. He grins at the next, watching as another notification for an attachment pops up. One locked photo. He hops on the bed and opens up the chat log.

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🐰Bunny Girl

bunny: hey

[ 1 attachment ]

ironfist: heyyy :))

ironfist: it's midnight over there right? it's 6pm here

ironfist: hruuu :))

bunny: god dammit lin open the damn image first

He cackles viciously. God you were too cute when you were mad. He clicks on the image, and it unblurs itself revealing--

What the fuck.

He sits up sharply in bed, his breath catching in his lungs. The photo was none other than you, his bunny girl, wearing nothing but a beautiful jade green lace set, sexy arm length yellow gloves on as you seductively hold yourself. The photo is a selfie. You're laying down on your plush sheets, but it cuts off at your chin, but in response, he can see your thighs and crotch.

What the fuck.

He hardens immediately, a shaky grunt flying out his lips.

Was that supposed to be his super suit? The green lacey bra and panties with yellow gloves?

He groans again, dropping his head back on the hotel bed, clenching his eyes close with a long string of curses.

Truth be told, you weren't the only one who couldn't stop thinking about that day. He was so damn embarrassed after that. He couldn't figure out what possessed him. God, maybe it was you. But it was the best sex he had ever had in his life, couldn't get it out of his head for a second. He blew out so many loads to your hero interviews, modelshoots, and Instagram pictures. It was his biggest shame, so of course he was trying to lighten things up by being extra friendly. He didn't ask more of you. In fact, he told you that he wasn't anything, that you didn't have to feel obligated to him, and even wished well on your career.

She choked up, but who wouldn't? He fucked her in public! Hela saw it and scolded him into the ground!! He thought she wanted it as a one time thing, but she always texted him back so quickly so. So. So he was confused.

I guess he got it all wrong then!

His cock was more than hard by now, it was desperately trying to free itself from the towel he had wrapped around him.

bunny: lin

bunny: dude

ironfist: sorry sorry sorry

ironfist: taking it all in

ironfist: you're so beautiful bunny

ironfist: that my super suit?

You were shitting bricks waiting for his response. It had been over 3 minutes or so since you sent that hella risky text!! You were losing your mind. You knew he liked you, so you had nothing to worry about. But that didn't stop your brain from running 70 million possible negative outcomes. After letting them chew you away for a bit, you snapped!

But holy fucking hell!!! He loved it!!!!!!

You were still on the bed in that lace set, the gloves off and on your chest as you texted away, giggling.

bunny: hehe

bunny: the one and only

ironfist: haha

ironfist: fuck i love it too much

ironfist: ill be back home soon

ironfist: can I see you :))

ironfist: if ur ok w/ it ofc ofc

ironfist: you just looked so good

bunny: calm doownn

ironfist: right right

bunny: mmh come see me lin

ironfist: :))))))))))

ironfist: I'm hard

You burst out laughing, slapping an embarrassed hand on your face. Despite it all, your thighs grinded together. A refreshing, budding feel emptying your bones. You had plans to get fucked again!!!!

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bunny: i can teeeelll

ironfist: mmh

[ ironfist send 1 blurred attachment. tap to unblur! ]

You jolt upright, almost sending your phone flying. You shakily reach and press it, and gloriousness fills your eyes.

It's a picture of some hotel room. You can see lin laying on white sheets, but the selfie is angled so you can only see him from the abs down. He's in a white towel, but your eyes flock to the monstrous bulge hidden beneath the linen.

You grunt, your eyes lidding with a terrifying whimper.

God you need that thing sososo bad.

It's been wrecking up your sleep schedule for weeks.

bunny: so wonderfulll

bunny: tmrw needs to come fasterr

ironfist: cum faster

bunny: looooollllll

Although it's not spoken, you can tell exactly what Lin's doing.

Lin, on the other line, whipped out his cock already, stroking it with one hand and texting with the other. He's aching in his hold, squeezing his head tight for every stroke. None of it can replacate the warm of you, or the kiss of your pretty cervix. He bucks into his hand at the thought.

Meanwhile, your hands are diving to where they don't belong. Fingers rubbing circles under your panties. Staring like a maniac at the photo he sent.

Fuck tomorrow. You need it now!! You immediately shoot a text.

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ironfist: r u still wearing it? :)

bunny: what're u doing rn

bunny: oh

ironfist: omg

ironfist: :))

bunny: same idea ig

ironfist: m strking myself

You shiver at the thought.

ironfist: its not as good as u

ironfist: i miss u

bunny: godd

bunny: so njce

bunny: sexy

For some reason he's blushing like a schoolgirl. Breath hitching for every text.

bunny: yes I'm still wearing it

bunny: i just took the photo when I sent it 2 u

ironfist: ffs

ironfist: god

bunny: what

bunny: want more pics? hmm? lin

ironfist: bunny

[ ironfist is calling you ]

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You scream immediately, shooting up to your feet. Your face is fuming red, nerves having your knees to shake. He wants to video call? You quickly turn on a lamp, throw on your gloves and super mask, and then dropping back on the bed and meticulously laying out so every part of you looks damn good, and every hair is in place. You answer it. The screen buffers for a second before finally, you can see Lin's dashing face, his mask sloppily put on.

You giggle.

He speaks first, "You look even better on video!" His tone is bright and breathy, but it still carries his excitement. It only makes you smile worse, your face getting impossibly warmer. You're so damn nervous. It's not like you haven't done it before with him. It's just. Your heart won't calm itself.

You laugh and try to segway, but he carries it first. "Look what you've done to me," he hushes out. Your walls clench. The camera flips, and there you see it. His delicious cock.

It's hard, held upright by his hand alone. "See," he mutters. He drops it, and it slams against his belly, his tip red and drooling. His veins are enlarged and intense, he's pulsating. You totally forget that he too can see you, as your jaw silently falls slack, eyes lidding and glossing over. You bite your lip intensely, a stressed and needy sigh rupturing your lips.

"Fuck, I miss it," you sigh.

He laughs on the other end. He's just playing with it now, bringing the camera close to his cock, squeezing the head and playing with it like a natural. He's recording it all, the camera's slightly shaky, but all the angles are right and you can see him perfectly. You forgot how thick he was, how his 8 in cock was thicker towards the center, how his head was same color as his lips and nose. How his dick was more thick and burly than on the skinny side.

Such a brutal thing.

Your walls pulsate in memory of it.

He watch as your eyes glossy over more, your jaw dropping all the way before clamping down and biting into your lips. You moan, it makes him grunt. You're so cute, with those sweet eyes.

He's putting on quite the show, grinning devilishly all the while he does it. But as he's performing for you, what he doesn't expect was for you to pan the camera down your body as well. He sees down your barely clothed breasts, your nipples poking out from behind opaque jade lace. He grunts and strokes himself pacedly.

Your camera finally pans down to your crotch, as he sees your hand down there, vigorous movement happening, as your yellow gloves hand circles your clit.

He groans and laughs, "Ugh I'd eat that."

You laugh abruptly, a childish smile on your face. "Have you no shame, Lin," you giggle.

"Noneee at all," he sings. "I fucked you out in the open, bunny," he huffs.

You gasp and whimper. "Aah, Lin," you moan, picking up the pace. You pull your hands out your underwear, and he moans when he sees two drenched fingers on your glove. You bite them off, slipping your hand back down.

"W-Wait," he sighs, his breath heavy as he strokes himself, "Mm take it off, bunny." His strokes are fast, his camera starting to shake.

You purr in delight, briefly setting down the phone to slip off your panties. And when you do, you grab the phone again, spreading your legs to show him your bare pussy. At the new angle, he can see your folds, your breasts, and a bit of your face. But he's deadly entranced by the way you slip two fingers into yourself.

"O-ooh," he groans, bucking into his hand.

You moan, "F-Fuck." He only sets you off more. He knows how needy you get, and drowning in the video of his delicious dick being stroked, you're begin to lose all senses, too. "L-Linnn," you whine, as you thrust harshly into your poor pussy, copying the speed you see himself stroke with.

"Shit-shit," he mutters, his groans growing louder, his thrusts into his hands more uncoordinated. He was going to cum.

Electricity sparked up ur body, as u thumbed your clit for every thrust, your toes beginning to curl, your moans high pitched.

It's a miracle when the too of you cum shortly after eachother, the sounds of your orgasm causing his to come early, as the two of you watch eachother spasm and breath heavy.

When you came from your highs, you lazily pulled the camera back to your face, resting your arm down on your breast. And as he grows soft, he flips the camera to his face, laying his hand down on the bed, facing you from the side.

"That was amazing," he sighs out as if his soul is being taken from him. There was no denying his affection towards you, always so kind and friendly. The sexual chemistry was intense too, it were as if your body's were made to handle eachother’s. Even the smell of his sweat didn't stench the way others did, it set off fireworks down to your toes.

But you're both deadly busy with this superhero gig so.

Maybe fucking every now and again, nothing serious. Just casual.

"Lin, come home already," you tease.

He smirks, "Yes ma'am, I will."

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astars-things · 4 months ago

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Positive Pt 2

*photos are from Pinterest I do not own them

please do not copy and or upload my work as your own

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(Pairing- Jack Hughes x Sister!Reader, Quinn Hughes x Sister!Reader, Luke Hughes x Sister!Reader)

a month had gone by since those two pink lines changed my life. A month of morning sickness, exhaustion, and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was going to be a mom.

At seventeen.

my mom and I decided it was best for me to finish the year doing online school, it was for the best, trying to keep everything on the down low because I knew if people found out I would be named the school slut or that I was attention seeking. So to keep me and my baby safe this was the best decision.

telling my mom, dad and brothers that I was pregnant but telling my "boyfriend" I'm carrying his child is the most scariest one

I stood in front of my mirror for hours rehearsing what to say, trying to find the right words to make him understand. But when I finally sat across from him, my hands shaking under the café table, all my carefully planned words vanished.

"I'm pregnant."

His reaction was immediate—his eyes widened, his jaw tightened, and then...nothing. Just a heavy sigh and a shake of his head.

"I can't do this, Y/N," he said, his voice flat. "I don't want to be a dad."

The air left my lungs. I stared at him, waiting for something—regret, second thoughts, anything—but all I saw was indifference. Like I was a problem he wanted to erase.

I left without another word, blinking back tears.

back home

I sat down on my bedroom floor holding pictures of us, wondering where was the guy I fell in love with, why did he change. soon my phone vibrating next to me took me out of my overthinking, It was Quinn, he made it his mission to Facetime me at least once a day

"hey did you watch the game last night, and did you see the goal I made for you and little Bean- hey hey why are you crying munchkin" Quinn cooed soon noticing my tears "he doesn't want to be a dad" I sobbed, Quinn's face dropped "that fucking dick. you don't need him munchkin. You have us. Me, Mom, Dad, Luke—hell, even Jack, whether he wants to admit it or not. We're here for you. And for the baby."

The baby.

Hearing him say it like that like this tiny life inside me mattered like I mattered, made my throat tighten.

"Thanks, Q," I whispered.

soon he hung up the phone as soon as he knew I was going to be okay, but my mind was still clouded with the looming thoughts of what if Jack doesn't want me as his sister anymore and just so many of the what ifs

No matter how hard I tried to push those thoughts away, my brain kept replaying his reaction over and over again he was furious, convinced I had ruined not just my life, but his, too. He had gotten so disappointed in me that he stopped talking to me. Ignored my texts. And then, the final blow—I noticed he had unfollowed me on Instagram and Twitter.

And so did everyone else.

As soon as I opened up TikTok or Twitter I just saw all the notifications of fans and drama pages adding in their comments why did Jack Hughes unfollow his sister? What happened between Y/N and Jack? Family drama??

I stared at my screen, my heart sinking. It was one thing to know my brother was mad at me. It was another to see it so blatantly, so publicly. I turned my phone off soon making my way downstairs to get some chocolate, trying to keep my tears at bay, trying to not let my parents see how much this is affecting me.

Once I entered the kitchen I saw my dad standing there, we didn't make any eye contact or even speak until I sat down at the kitchen bench "I saw what Jack did," he finally said.

I swallowed hard. "Guess that makes two of you disappointed in me."

Dad exhaled through his nose. "I am disappointed, Y/N. Not in you, but in the situation. You have no idea how hard this is for me to accept."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my emotions.

"But that doesn't mean I'm not here," he continued. "Because I am. No matter how messy this gets."

I looked up at him, tears brimming in my eyes.

"You mean that?"

He nodded. "Of course I do." I hesitated for only a second before wrapping my arms around him. It was the first hug I had given him in a month.

And it felt nice.

For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like I was drowning.

Maybe Jack still hated me. Maybe my ex wanted nothing to do with this baby. Maybe my future was terrifying and uncertain.

But I wasn't alone.

And maybe, just maybe, I was going to be okay.

#jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #hughes brothers #hughes sister!reader #hughes sister #vancouver canucks #nj devils

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lucy90712 · 7 months ago

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Can you please make a hector fort fic where he spends all his time with his friends and spends barely time with her. Then they were supposed to go on a date together and she waits for him to pick her up, she waits for 2 hours and goes to social media to see if he has posted anything and sees on his story a picture of him and her girl bestfriend having fun playing games. So she leaves the house with her stuff. When hector comes home he realises what he has done and tries to get back in contact with her but he fails. They don't see each other for a while but he notices her walking on a busy street and tries to talk to her. (ending with fluff please)

You: good morning amor hope training goes well don't forget about our plans tonight I'll be waiting for you

Hector: have fun in class and don't worry I'll be there at 7 as promised

You: love you

That was the last I heard from Hector and now it's 8:32pm and he's still not here to pick me up. He promised he promised me he'd be here and that he'd make up for us not spending any time together. I should've seen it coming as he's been doing this for weeks he's promised time and time again that he will come over or we'll go on a date and then he never shows up. When I can finally get hold of him he always has an excuse either he was busy or with friends and lost track of time but whatever it is it hurts. I've done so much for Hector I've been there for him since we were kids and I've been there for every good and bad moment of his football career but he can't even manage to show up for one day or just to see me for an hour.

We made the jump from being friends to being a couple just over a year ago and for the longest time he was the best boyfriend ever he treated me so well was super attentive and really made an effort to be romantic and take me on dates. I don't remember exactly when it changed I think it happened slowly over time but ever since he's started playing with the first team more he's been busier with training and matches which I understand but what I don't understand is spending every evening with his teammates who he sees all day when he could see me. It might sound selfish but I just miss my boyfriend he's already missed so much like he wasn't here when I was stressed over my big exams and he wasn't here when I got the results and he wasn't here when I needed him most when my mum went into hospital and I was scared and panicking. Just a few months ago he'd never dream of leaving my side during any of those times but now he barely knows they even happened.

I text him once then twice then three times then I called multiple times but they all went unanswered. My last resort was to message him on Instagram as I know he won't have turned the notifications off for that but I didn't need to message him Instagram gave me my answer straight away. He had posted on his story showing him out with his friends and my best friend was with them too which was a whole other level of pain. My best friend knows all about my troubles with Hector yet she went out with him and his friends anyway and didn't even bother to tell me. That was the final straw I'm not dealing with this anymore I deserve better I deserve someone who will be there for me, not break promises and definitely not someone who makes me feel like this.

My mind was racing but I quickly worked out what I wanted to do so I grabbed my keys and got in my car. Seeing as Hector wasn't in I decided now is the perfect time to go and get all the things I have at his place and leave the spare key I have that he gave me ages ago because I won't be needing it anymore. When I opened the door I immediately saw all the little things of mine there are that makes Hector's place feel just like my own some of my books are on his coffee table and my hair ties on the sideboard by the door. I spent some time grabbing all my things while trying not to cry that I was losing my boyfriend who I thought was the love of my life. Before I left I found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote Hector a note to tell him his I felt and why I was leaving and then put my key with it. Closing the door I felt like I was closing a chapter in my life a chapter I never wanted to close and one that's going to stay with me for a long time but it has to be done.

Hector's POV

As soon as I opened the door to my apartment it felt weirdly empty like was something wrong but the door was locked and nothing looked like it has been stolen. Still I had a quick look around and then I noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter. Next to it was a key and that's when I realised what was wrong all of y/n's things were gone her books, her hair ties and all of the little things she leaves here were gone and this is her key that's now in my hand not with her like it should be. I knew the note would be from her but I didn't need to read it to know what was going on and what I'd done. I had promised to see her tonight as I've forgotten about the last few dates we've planned but I did it again my friends dragged me out after training and then I got carried away and forgot about the most important part of my day proving to y/n that I will do better. I really didn't want to read the note but I knew I had to I owe her that at the very least.

Dear Hector,

I have left my key and taken my things because I'm done. I'm done because tonight we were supposed to go out you promised you'd pick me up at 7 and you promised you wouldn't forget like you have been for the last few months but you did. Instead of trying to prove to me that you love me and that the last few months have just been an anomaly you went out with your friends and my best friend leaving me waiting for you, calling and texting you until I saw your story. I can't do this anymore I love you but I can't let you treat me like this so I'm calling it here. I've really enjoyed the last year or so we've spent together but it's time for us to move on as clearly we aren't meant to be.

I love you and probably will for the rest of my life but this is goodbye.

Y/n xx

Those words hurt to read. I already knew I fucked up but to see the words written in front of me made it truly hit me how much I'd hurt her. She was the best thing that ever happened to me she was always there for everything no matter what she's been by my side through every up and down and I truly thought she'd be there for everything for the rest of our lives. I wanted her there for every achievement in my career and I wanted to be there for all of her achievements too. She was the one I didn't need anyone else I didn't want anyone else but now she's left me and I don't have my person anymore and I may never have her again.

After the initial shock I tried to text her to see if I could apologise but she had already blocked me so I tried Instagram but she had blocked me on there too. I should've seen it coming but it upset me that I wouldn't be able to reach out to her and try and make things right or at least tell her how sorry I am for fucking this all up so badly. She's gone and it's all my fault that's what hurts the most if I hadn't been such an idiot then we'd still be together but no I had to go and ruin things with the best woman in the world.

A few weeks later

Life has been hell for the last few weeks I've really missed y/n I've missed having her sat in the stands during matches and I've definitely missed seeing her. She's been in my life for the longest time not just as my girlfriend but as my friend so not having her in my life anymore and so suddenly as well has been really hard. I've definitely not been myself all of the guys keep asking if I'm ok and I tell them I am but we all know it's a lie they know how much I love y/n and they can see how it's destroyed me to lose her. I've tried time and time again to reach out to her but of course I'm still blocked I even text her best friend to get her to talk to y/n but she says she hasn't seen her or had any of her texts answered either so I have no way of telling her that I'm sorry.

Everyone keeps telling me I need to try and move on and they're right it's just hard everything reminds me of y/n whenever I go anywhere I see places that we've been on dates to or just places we have memories at. Today I'm going to stop myself from moping about and go for a walk to clear my head as that's what I think I need to be able to move on or at least start to. I decided to go to the nearest park and walk around as it's relaxing and it should be quiet there which is what I need.

The park was pretty empty there was a few people around; one couple with their baby an older couple feeding the birds and a girl who was sat on a bench with a book. The girl reminded me of y/n her hair was the same colour and reading in the park is something she loved to do. As I walked closer I realised that it actually was y/n she had headphones in and the book she'd been reading in her hands like she so often did when I went to see her. Seeing her made me stop in my tracks I didn't know whether to go and talk to her or just leave her be but then I realised this is my chance to talk to her and get closure at the very least.

Your POV

Being without Hector has been hard I've missed feeling his touch and having him next to me when I sleep. So many times I've wanted to take it all back and run back to him but I know I can't or he'll think he can treat me like that again or someone else and I can't let that happen. Today is Wednesday which is the day that I had free from classes and usually I would spend all day with Hector so I've been sat at home all day thinking about him but I can't keep doing that so I needed to get outside. To give me something to do I walked to the park with my book. I found a bench with a nice view of the trees and the little pond with a few ducks and let myself forget about the real world.

I was so in my own world that I didn't notice when someone sat next to me to start with until they sighed which brought me out of my trance. When I looked to my side I think I turned as white as a ghost because Hector was sat next to me with a look of pure sadness on his face. It took a few seconds for my brain to begin functioning again but when it did I leapt up and tried to run away. I'm not ready to face him again not when I've been trying so hard to forget about him and move on I blocked him and separated myself from him so I wouldn't have to do this. Before I could get more than a few steps away Hector placed a hand on my arm he didn't pull me back he didn't even hold my arm tightly but having his hand on me stopped me dead in my tracks. He encouraged me to sit back down so I did and I watched as his hand moved off my arm down to my hand which he held tightly in his grasp so I couldn't run again.

"Hector" I started to say

"No please let me talk" he interrupted

"Ok but you have five minutes then I'm leaving" I said

"I'm sorry and I know move said that a lot recently but I really mean it when I got home and saw the note you left it broke me having all of your stuff gone from my apartment made it feel empty and not being able to see or talk to you has killed me I've missed you so much and I'll do anything to make it up to you" he said

"How do I know that you actually mean it and that you'll actually change I told you how disappointed I was a million times and every time you told me you wouldn't forget the next time and then you always did it's like I wasn't important to you anymore how do I know that'll change" I said

"I know I was an awful boyfriend but losing you has taught me a lot I know I can't treat you like that and I'd never dream of doing it again this might seem to much but you are truly the one for me I don't want to ever be with anyone else so please give me a another chance and I promise I'll do better and if I don't I'll let you go" he said

"Ok but this is your last chance if you miss any date or anything without telling me and giving me a valid reason we're done" I said

"I'll never miss a date ever again don't worry" he said

"I can't lie I'm glad to have you back I've missed you so much it really hurt to walk away" I said

"And you'll never have to walk away again I'm here to stay" he said

He pulled me into his side and leant down to kiss my lips which felt so good as I've missed having him by my side and I've definitely missed kissing him. He let me sit and finish the chapter I was reading before we left the park and went back to his place as he wanted to make things up to me straight away by having a movie date at home which he knows are my favourite. He's definitely off to a good start at making things up to me but honestly I'm just happy to have him back by my side.

#hector fort imagine #hector fort x reader #hector fort #football imagine

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kkrymiii · 1 year ago

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"Business is business"

G!p FWB! Chaewon x Fem reader

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MDNI! (Not proofread)

CW: smut, Your drunk, fubu, degrading, g!p, Swears, jealousy, hooking up, SLIGHT angst, clubbing, Jake from enhypen

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Lights flashing on your face, Music blasting around the place, people dancing and talking all around, people getting drunk.... But everything you could focus on was the handsome guy that was ontop of you right now...

Seriously... Who would've thought your friends plan on making you find someone to hook up with in the club actually worked, now you have a rich handsome guy ontop of you.

This all started because your friends haved noticed you not being interested with anyone ever since you guys have started college, a lot of guys always had interests in you... Even girls, but you really didn't think much about it, you appreciated it but rejected all of it. Your excuse was because you were focusing on your studies and taking over your fathers business in the future.

But seriously... A hot and smart rich girl not wanting to date anyone? Your friends couldn't believe it, so they persuaded you to go to the club with them. You really didn't want to come because you hated the ideas of those things it gave you feelings that you were doing something wrong whenever you think about those things...

Let's just say you were a good girl.

But you also didn't want to ruin the fun, you were always a risky person but not that risky to make stupid decisions that had a big chance of something bad happening, but you were also worried for your friends so you decided to come but you promised to stay sober just to take care of your friends and look out for them and drive them home...

But of course it never was a good ending is it?... You ended up getting drunk and meeting a handsome man, personality exactly what you liked... And let's just say things happend between you two that night, and as you guys came out of the room that he reserved just for that night, your friends immediately huddled up you asking what happend, it was awkward but you explained it in the most innocent way you could. Jake was just watching you grinning as he fixed his tie watching you embarrassed...

"see you later pretty... Text me later I'll drive you home." Jake whispered to your ear as he leaned closer to you brushing his hands on your arm making you shiver and feel goosebumps as he left heading back to his friends.

You just looked back at him seeing him walk off. You just contuined talking with your friends talking about Jake, you guys definitely lost track of time but c'mon let the people have fun am I right?... As you were zoning out staring at the lights suddenly your friends kept on calling out your name.

"y/n yah?! Your phone is ringing." Your friend said nudging you, I come back to reality noticing my phone on my lap as I took it and checked who was calling.

"chaeeeeeee<3" the contact name, it was chaewon?... Your friend, you didn't pick up the call but declined it, but you just went to your messages with chaewon texting her "what? What is it chae?" You messaged declining the call.

"where are you." She replied back feeling abit nervous she didn't text like this usually...

"uh why?" I replied back still kinda suspicious.

"I saw your friends posts on Instagram. Where are you? Answer the call" she replied as you felt your heart beating fast now "it's noisy here let's just message.. I'm in the club isn't it obvious?" I messaged back eagerly waiting for her reply.

"who's that guy? Is that club the one close to the campus?" She replied back as you saw that message you already know where this conversation was going. "The guy? Uh we just got to know each other that's it and yeah it's the club close to the campus"

"I'm picking you up." Chaewon replied as you could already feel her anger through the screen. "Okay, please just don't start a fight" you just replied accepting your fate knowing what can happen if you argue with her. Chaewon didn't respond as she left you on read.

As your friends ask who it was you just lied and told them it was your parents asking you to go home asap, they were bummed out knowing this but they knew you they couldn't force you anymore since it was your parents.y You were picking up your things and said your goodbyes to your friends telling them to go home safe and let someone drive who was not that drunk. You left the club waiting outside for chaewon as you were leaning on the car of your friend, it was the car that you guys took to get here and it was also the car they were using to get home. You decided to stay there to not be seen and just in case something happens, you were just scrolling on your phone posting on your Instagram.

"hm? Pretty what are you doing here?" Someone said as you jumped out Abit as it startled you as you looked up from your phone and immediately sighed in relief to see it was Jake. "Ah... I'm going home now my parents told me" I replied awkwardly as I scratched my neck "mhm? Didn't I tell you that I'd drive you home? Cmon you might get in danger" Jake replied with his cute charming puppy smile which melted you but you immediately reassured him that someone was picking you up "ah I'm actually getting picked up no worries".

"cmon? You really want to turn down an offer like this? What if we get to know each other more?" Jake said getting closer to you, both of his hands holding yours.. "ah don't worry I'm serious" you replied gulping. "Don't worry too I promise I'll please you." Jake said leaning in to your face.. oh you knew what was happening, As you accepted it closing your eyes suddenly you felt someone pull you from your arms pulling you behind harshly.

"what the fuck-" you mutterd leaning on someone as it hugged you from behind. And you quickly noticed it was chaewon. "What?! Who are you" Jake said his eyes furious. "Ain't I supposed to be the one asking that?" Chaewon replied hugging you tighter "let go of her" Jake said getting closer "I'm just taking what's mine? What's with you? Who even are you" chaewon said taking a few steps back Abit.

"what?! Y/N doesn't have a partner she told me." Jake said as you just sighed awkwardly as you nudged chaewon making her stop hugging you as you fixed yourself.. "alright this is getting out of hand. Jake i- it's complicated okay? I'll text you later, this girl over here is the one taking me home don't mind her" you said trying to calm down the situation. You felt eyes piercing at you, chaewon definitely didn't like what you just said right now.

"ah... Alright sorry... Take care and goodnight, text me okay??" Jake said sighing his puppy face showing again as he frowns. Chaewon just scoffed as she heard Jakes words, immediately pulling Y/N's arm leading her back to the car not letting you respond back to Jake.

"seriously... Why do you need to be so harsh all the time?" You said clear frustration in your voice as you wack your arm making chaewon let go of you as you get in the passenger seat slamming the door. Chaewon who showed an annoyed face as she goes around the car going in the driver seat and starting the car.

The drive was awkward and quiet, you were just on your phone showing a frown as you were clearly pissed, And chaewons hand that was on Y/N's thigh massaging it the whole time...

After a few more minutes of driving you guys finally arrived, it was chaewons house, she drove you there...

"we have unfinished work we have to settle" she mumbled as she grabbed her keys and got out of the car walking to the other side of the car and opening the door for you. "Don't keep me waiting princess" chaewon said reaching her hand out to you while grinning. "You can be such an asshole." You rolled your eyes as you took her hand.

She leaded into the house, coming in and eventually locking the door.... And all you know now that is your pinned to the couch fully undressed.. "ah.. fuck... Why? Why Y/N tell me? Did you get bored of me?" She whispered as she stared at the hickeys Jake left on your neck...

"ahhh- fu- fuck! Chaewon please!" You moaned out as she puts in three fingers drilling faster and harder making you go crazy as she grinned seeing your reactions, your hands then makes its way on chaewons pants, she felt your hands trying to unzip her zipper making her shocked but she scoffed feeling your hands struggle to get the zipper because she was Fucking you hard with her fingers. "Ah-ah.. baby... So needy? Don't worry come for me first and I'll give you my cock." Chaewon whispered to Y/N's ear making her whimper feeling her hot breath.

"tell me... Why did you hook up with him?" Chaewon said as she bit your neck hard placing hickeys as her jealousy reached to the max, you just responded with small whimpers as you held in your moans... And as time passes she just contuined biting, licking and sucking your neck covering everything Jake has done to you, her hands tracing your curves and playing with your breasts making you moan out loud as you held onto her shoulders.

She then started biting on your collarbone as her hands found it's way to your clit teasing it... She then sucked on your breasts while looking up at you enjoying your expressions and sounds... You were just so beautiful.

Eventually she finally decided to stop teasing and drilled her fingers in your pussy two fingers in, she was kissing you all around your face enjoying your face and moaning. You were arching your back due to the sensations making you two touch bodies, you felt chaewons cock beneath her pants... You just wanted to feel it now.

She was still Fucking you hard seeking your climax so she could feel your pussy around her cock immediately, biting your neck as her fingers were Fucking you made you see stars you were a moaning mess, you liked seeing her like this.

"chaee!! Fuck I'm cumming! Ahh- please!" You moaned out holding onto her shoulders as you felt your climax. "Do it. Faster baby I want to feel you" she whispered roughly Fucking you moving her whole body now eager to let you come. You moaned out loud as you came on her hands, hips going crazy as you came.. "ah fuck so good.." chaewon said looking at your disheveled state as she quickly took the chance when you were catching your breath she placed her hand in your mouth making you taste yourself, you quickly catched on even tho you were so tired you still sucked her hand like a good girl, she was smirking seeing you be so obedient. Her other hand starting to unzip her pants only left in her boxers her cock showing its shape now.

"be good okay?" She said breathlessly as she pulled down her boxers showing her cute BIG cock cum already leaking out at the tip, she didn't waste time and immediately put in her cock in your pussy eager to feel you. "Ahh! Fuck your so big chaewon.. I-.." you moaned out as her cock felt so perfect in your pussy every thrust made you go crazy it was like your pussy was made for her... "Baby.. want me to come in you? Hehe Cmon..." She said as she grabbed you by the hips Fucking you in missionary position, her cock just drilled into you for the whole time as your eyes roll back to your head letting her do anything to you as she pleased, it just felt too good you were a moaning mess as she just looked at you Fucking you mesmerized by your beautiful face even tho your in this state.

"I'm coming!! Baby please- ah..mhm!" You said as you were gripping on the couch as she fucked you harder seeking her climax too... "filling you up please please..ah please" she whimpered... How can a girl be this cute while having a huge cock and while Fucking you this hard?????

Few more thrusts you finally came you moaned as your body felt so weak, gripping onto the couch as you moaned out more back arching as you felt strings of rope of her come coming in you mixing with yours... She eventually slowed down riding your climax together as she layed on top of you tiredly, her cock still in you cock warming her, as you felt the come dripping out.

"so good... Mhm your only mine? Okay?." Chaewon said against your neck making you moan as her breath felt so good against your skin right now, seeing your reaction she peppered your neck with kisses making you feel good...her hands holding onto yours having your lovey dovey moment.

....

"your so good at this stuff... But you don't need to be so harsh with other people I know... We're just fwb anyways." You sighed out as you felt so weak, but as soon as chaewon heard that her heart just ached... but she didn't want to fight considered your state so she just ignored it and bit your neck hugging you tighter feeling frustrated with you......

- there's def mistakes I'm soryyxsyxys huhu idk bruh but thank you for reading!

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hyunsvngs · 2 years ago

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kinktober !

kink: knifeplay

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

knifeplay: consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives, daggers, and swords as a source of stimulation.

It was perfect. You had fake blood all over your room, staining your once blue sheets, but the costume was perfect.

For Halloween, your friends had decided to host a party at one of the dorms. You and your best friend, Jeongin, had decided it would be the best idea to dress up as Sidney Prescott and Ghostface. Your costume was quite easy - you already had an old denim jacket you could cover in blood, and a basic lilac top to go underneath it. When put together with a simple black pair of jeans, you felt completely ready. Your costumes were going to be the best.

The Instagram pictures would be amazing, too, you decided while walking to the party. You didn’t have a long way to walk, and it was quite amusing listening to the kids screaming for candy outside people’s doors - but all you could hope was that one of the members of 3Racha had actually cleaned the dorm this time, and not left it all on Hyunjin.

Music was already booming when you arrived, reverberating around your sober brain and making you wince. Would you regret coming here?

You realised you really did regret it, when the front door swung open and you were met with fox-like eyes in a… a fucking Pokemon trainer costume. Felix emerged from behind him, sharp yellow ears perched on his head and his cheeks covered in red.

“Listen,” Jeongin began, gloved hand reaching out to you. You sighed, shutting your eyes. “It was Felix’s idea. Look at him. He’s really convincing, and I’m sorry I didn’t text, but Chan’s put this stupid no phone ban on and-”

“Look!” Felix chirped, and when you finally saw him… well, you understood what Jeongin meant. He was in yellow dungarees, tail wrapped on a string around his waist and little ears bobbing with his glee. When he looked at you, his face fell. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you guys have something planned, or-”

“No, not at all, Lixie,” You murmured, pulling him in for a hug. He really was so cute. No one could resist him. “I’ll find my Ghostface somewhere.”

Felix nuzzled into the hug, wrapping his arms around you, before he was squealing. “Seungmin’s dressed up as Ghostface! Oh, Innie, did you plan this?”

You blinked, turning to Jeongin. Seungmin was your arch nemesis, but only purely on the basis that you both had some heavily unresolved sexual tension. Jeongin wouldn’t do this to you - or so you thought, because when you looked at his face, he was looking extremely guilty. “I know you have some… issues, but it needs to end now. It’s making things awkward, and, and… you can take pictures together, y’know? Then be friends,” He was mumbling, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His Pokemon hat obscured most of his face, but you could still see the pout on his lips. Fuck this. You had the two sweetest men in front of you apologising, expecting you to be angry at them, but even you weren’t that mean.

You sighed, finally pushing past the two figures to enter the party. You were immediately attacked by a black plastic streamer dangling from the ceiling, and you swatted it away with a grunt. “It’s fine. Let’s do the pictures, then.”

It had always been the plan - to take pictures all together before the party really got into full swing. You had a feeling you’d been a little late because there were already quite a few people there. Still, you diligently walked into the kitchen behind Felix and Jeongin anyway, where everyone was standing around, conversing.

There he was. Ghostface mask pulled halfway off of his head to reveal dark, menacing features and a black cloak draped over his slender figure. Chunky black boots made an echoing noise as he tapped his foot impatiently on the tile, sipping out of a glass with one gloved hand and the other holding - a knife. It glinted in the light as he spun it around with his fingers, playing way too comfortably with the blade. Oh. Oh, no. Someone was playing a practical joke on you.

“Is that knife real?” You squeaked, and Seungmin turned to you with a glare. “Like, it’s not a prop…? Why do you have a real knife?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, then his lips were curling upwards with a smile. “To finally kill you with.”

“Haha, that’s so funny,” You deadpanned, but half of you was considering if he was being genuine about it. It wouldn’t surprise you - he was a sadistic fuck, always had been since you met him. It was why you wanted him so bad. “Let’s take these pictures. I’m already over it.”

Felix fiddled with his camera, flicking off the lens cap and trying to get it in the perfect position on the counter. You scurried in front of Seungmin as he walked over after placing his cup aside. Once Felix had set the timer, he ran in front of the lens and clutched onto Jeongin. Oh, yeah. What was Seungmin supposed to do, given that you were matching?

You had your answer quickly. With one gloved hand, he pulled his mask down and pulled you into him by the waist, and then he was positioning the knife at your exposed collarbone. It nipped teasingly, the blade threatening to draw blood. You looked down in shock, only to see Seungmin’s hand confidently holding the handle - god, was he skilled with this? He hadn’t killed people, hopefully, but… what if he was into something like this?

Wetness pooled in your panties at the thought. It’s a kink straight out of your deepest, darkest desires. The idea of being too scared to move in case the knife bites at your skin, dripping crimson liquid down your body only to be lapped up by the blade again… yeah. It was hot, and for some reason, with your fake-enemy pressed against you, it was even hotter. You didn’t even blink when the flash went off, too focused on trying to keep your breaths even.

Seungmin dropped his hand once the picture was taken, and then he yanked the mask back again. He was staring at you with a bewildered expression, but he looked somewhat impressed. Pulling you to one side by your arm, he gripped your waist again, trapping you against the wall so he could whisper into your ear. “Did you get turned on when I held that knife to your neck?”

“No, what’s wrong with you-“

“I heard you holding your fucking breath,” Seungmin hissed. “That’s fucking insane, you know? Dressing up as Sidney and then getting all… like that. It’s like you wanted me to do it.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Seungmin’s eyes flitted around your face. “I was actually meant to match with Jeongin, so maybe I wanted him to.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. He pinched his temples, and then he sighed. “I know you want to fuck me. God, I want to fuck you too, so bad. I’m sick of playing this stupid push and pull when I could be upstairs fucking you with this knife to your neck right now.”

Your eyes widened. You let out a puff of air, trying to find the words to say, but you only noticed that fuck, Seungmin was awfully close all of a sudden. His breath was heavy on your burning cheeks. When you looked around the room, you could see that no one had noticed the two of you - Felix was too busy still jumping around and Changbin and Jisung had dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. You wanted to coo at Changbin, his bulging arms so adorable in the little green dress and wings, but you were definitely more engrossed in what Seungmin had to say.

“The party. We can’t leave, you know?” You finally spoke, and Seungmin pulled back. You wanted to cry. He looked around the room, nodding, before he was pulling the mask back onto his face and obscuring his annoyingly perfect features.

“Half an hour. Jisung’s room, upstairs. Is that alright with you?” His voice was muffled, and you had to crane your head a bit to hear him. You nodded nonetheless, and he gave you a quick wave before disappearing into the crowd of dressed up men.

You sighed heavily. This was about to be the longest half an hour of your life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jisung’s room was chaotic. You had literally no idea why Seungmin had decided on his room out of everyone’s - surely Hyunjin’s would be better, or even Chan’s with the mood lighting? You opened the door anyway, entering the small room and stepping over piles of clothes to lay back on the bed. At least the bedsheets were cleaned. Jisung’s lamp was the only source of light, leaving the room basked in a creepy orange Halloween atmosphere. It definitely fitted the setting.

It had been exactly half an hour. Seungmin was late. Was he ever late? In your whole pseudo-friendship, you were sure he’d never been late, and-

The door burst open and a masked figure emerged. You jolted, sitting upright on your hands and blinking at the man in costume. It briefly crossed your mind that you couldn’t even be sure it was Seungmin, and then he was tearing the mask off, throwing it aside.

“It’s still me,” He said, tone soft. Was he a mind reader as well as a borderline psychopath? You nodded, wiggling forward on the bed when he sat across from you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Did you bring the knife?” You responded. Seungmin burst out laughing, and then he was bringing it out from his jean pocket, beneath the cloak.

“You are very fucked up. Has anyone ever told you that?” He murmured. You stared at his gloved palms as he threw the knife aside, moving on the bed to pin you down against the mattress. You wiggled impatiently, spreading your legs to allow him between them. Your chest heaved, staring up at him with doe eyes as he blinked down at you.

“‘M not fucked up,” You mumbled, pouting. Seungmin chuckled.

“What was it Billy said in the movie again? ‘It certainly fucked you up, it made you have sex with a psychopath’? Is that not what’s happening right now, baby?” His breath was hitting your face again, and you just couldn’t help it this time. With one hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him down, pressing your lips against his in the filthiest kiss you’d ever shared. Seungmin groaned, hands meeting your waist and delving into your mouth with his tongue. You let him nibble into your bottom lip, let him nearly draw blood with his teeth until you were whining, bucking your hips up for more.

You whined, chasing his lips for more kisses. You heard fabric rustling, and then Seungmin was pressing an ice cold blade to your neck. You shifted immediately, laying back against the pillow and looking up at Seungmin obediently. He just smiled, appearing borderline menacing in the dim lighting of the room. You were so fucking wet.

“You do get off on this,” Seungmin mused. He leaned back on his ankles, letting the knife drag down your body. With a clean swipe, it was cutting through the fabric of your tank top and leaving you in just your bra. “Should I make you bleed, hm?”

“You can- you can do anything you want, Seungmin,” You sighed, arching your back to get more of the feeling of the blade against you. Seungmin bit his lip, dragging the blade down to your jeans. He wouldn’t be able to cut through that fabric - it’s too thick, he’d need something sharper. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head and then he was shaking his head, unbuttoning your jeans and yanking them down your legs. They balanced precariously on one ankle, and you kicked them off before eyeing Seungmin up and down. “Are you… gonna get naked, or?”

“I have different plans for tonight,” Seungmin replied quickly. He gripped the knife firmer this time, until he was dragging it down to your underwear. You knew you were wet, and you shut your eyes and moaned loudly when he pressed the blade into the wet spot forming in the fabric. You thanked every god that the music was still just as loud as earlier. “I’m going to finger you and play around with this knife. I don’t think you could handle more tonight.”

He was right. Another thing that irritated you beyond belief was the fact that Seungmin seemed to read your mind. First with your silly knife play kink, and now with the fact that you definitely couldn’t handle full blown sex tonight. You would’ve tried, and gotten yourself all fuzzy over it - but he knew better.

“Okay,” You agreed. He hummed once more, and then he hooked the blade into the lace of your underwear, cutting them off of your body. He was a bit heavy handed though, and your legs thrashed when the blade nicked your skin just a little, causing a small crimson red cut to bloom on your hip bone.

“Oh, would you look at that?” He ogled the cut, running his thumb over it. It made you whine in pain, yet he ignored you and thrust his thumb into your mouth. The taste was tangy, a bit too metallic for your liking but the whole thing was so fucking hot you couldn’t deny him anything. “Did you like that, too? Okay. We’ll explore that another time.”

Seungmin threw the knife aside once more, and then two long fingers were pressing into your folds. You laid there with legs spread, letting him explore every dip and crevice in your pussy and examine how wet you were. You knew you were dripping, and he did too - it was just a waiting game.

You squirmed, bucking your hips up. “I’m wet enough. I promise that I am, just-“

You gasped when he pressed the knife against your throat again. You hadn’t even seen him grab it. “Stay fucking still,” He warned. “I decide when you’re ready.”

Well, you could definitely get on board with that. Seungmin sunk his middle finger into you nonetheless, meeting no resistance. Your hole was dripping around him, leaking down to his knuckle and making him sigh in approval at the sight. He still had his gloves on, the faux leather buttery and smooth inside of your hole. “This pussy’s tight, huh?”

“I’d clench it for you,” You breathed out, letting one of your hands grab your tits over your bra. The knife was still pressed tightly against the column of your throat, but you managed to pull your tits out of the lace, making Seungmin’s eyes instantly flit down to your pebbled nipples. He started to thrust his finger inside of you, the material of his gloves dragging on your rim. “I’d- I’d clench around your cock, Seungie. Make it so tight for you.”

“Yeah?” Seungmin breathed. On his next thrust in, he pushed another finger in, and then he was curling two directly at that lovely spongy spot inside of you. “I’ll look forward to it, baby. Do my fingers feel good?”

“So good,” You gushed, tweaking your nipples with your fingers. “It’s so good, and- the knife, oh god-“

“Is it like you imagined, yeah?” He moved up to your side, easing his pressure on the blade so you could turn your head and kiss him. It was just as filthy, and he moaned in approval when your walls fluttered around his digits. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you both. “Maybe next time, I’ll fuck you with the handle of the knife.”

You keened, starting to bounce your hips against his hand. He obliged with your movements, pressing his palm up against your clit and letting you grind the sensitive bud into his calloused hand. It was just the right amount of soft and rough, making your toes curl in your socks and your orgasm build steadily, a white hot pleasure in your pussy.

“It’s- I need it-“

“God, do you even know what you need?” Seungmin chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I think you need to cum for me, don’t you?”

You nodded erratically, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Seungmin dropped the knife to his opposite side once more, replacing it with a firm grip to your throat with his spare hand. The sight of his gloved digits around your throat and restricting your airflow had you wailing once more, gripping his wrist and grinding with renewed fervour.

“I think- oh, I’m gonna cum,” Your lips parted, letting out muted moans and whines at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me then, no need to make a noise,” Seungmin was still amused, and you gasped before you were cumming. “That’s it, there you go.”

You felt your hole gush around his fingers, soaking the material of his gloves with white cum and your clit throbbing through your orgasm. It felt good, not only to cum but to also finally have some tension resolved with such a prominent person in your life.

When you finally came to, you were still gasping, breath heavy and burning your lungs with every exhale. You heard Seungmin coo at you, laying back and dragging you onto his chest.

“Good?” He questioned, and you nodded.

Then, something hit you. “Seungmin?” He hummed in response. “You cut my shirt open. What do I wear for the rest of the party?”

Seungmin stopped breathing, and then he burst out laughing, full body laughs wreaking havoc on his body.

“It’s not funny!” You whined, but you were giggling too, slapping his chest playfully.

“You can wear the cloak, baby,” He kissed your nose. “I have clothes on underneath.”

You hummed, nodding. “You still have to wear the mask though.”

“Fuckin’ freak,” He mumbled, but he was still grinning.

“You like it.”

Seungmin kissed you again, chaste and sweet. “Unfortunately, yes.”

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anathemaspeaks · 1 year ago

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pas de deux

character(s): toji fushiguro synopsis: [ˌpɑː də ˈdəː] a dance for two people, typically a man and a woman. word count: 1k warning(s): none (so much fluff i promise it's worth the read) a/n: i'm SO down bad for him HELP

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toji was not a romantic. the very idea made him scoff. the thought of getting soaked in the rain to meet someone was just absurd. what idiot would voluntarily fall sick for something as irrelevant as that. it baffled him, truly.

…

until he found himself standing at your door at four in the morning.

drenched to the bone, a strong arm raised to knock at your door. it took three tries, and you finally opened the door, hair tousled, eyes wide, and mouth agape.

you immediately ushered him inside, fretting over him. you gave him one of your largest hoodies (which still clung to his frame like a compression shirt), and a pair of loose shorts. you turned up the heater and gave him a blanket, forcing him to relax while you handed him a cup of hot coffee.

"toji, what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be asleep?" you inquired, worry etched onto your beautiful face and surprise evident in your voice.

"ya ain't getting rid of me that easy, doll" he replied while smirking, clearly trying to underplay his current state. he was still shivering from the cold, his wet hair clinging to his forehead.

you sat next to him on the sofa, moving closer and snaking your arms around his muscular torso, your warmth seeping into his cold body. you leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his jaw before snuggling closer, nestling into his broad chest.

he couldn't say he wasn't loving the attention, but that wasn't what he came here for.

you both were texting when you'd confessed that you weren't getting any sleep, and you were really stressed out as of late. you also revealed that the last time you had a comfortable sleep was with toji.

that was a whole week ago.

after that, he said he was going to sleep, ending the conversation with a 'goodnight doll, love ya.' you smiled at your phone before closing the message app, opting to scroll through instagram to keep your restless mind occupied - sleep was out of the question.

but of course toji was worried about his girl.

the concern gnawed at him. he couldn't stand the thought of you so helpless and distressed.

of course he couldn't - especially now that he knew he could help. he would rather die than see you in any kind of pain. and that's how he found himself soaked in the pouring rain, with only one goal in mind: to help you.

and now here he was, in your home, his strong arms finally wrapped around you.

"baby, i'm not complaining, but how come you're here?" you spoke, voice muffled because your face was squished against his body.

"y'said you only got sleep 'round me" he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. your heart lurched at his words. he ran for ten minutes through a rainstorm...all for your sleep?

"toji, i-…thank you" you choked, getting emotional. the night did that to you sometimes. but you just loved him so much. toji sensed it and let out a chuckle, the sound reverberating in your chest.

you could listen to that dumb laugh forever.

"you're getting soft, old man" you teased, a playful smile on your face. you didn't have that much of an age gap, but you never passed up the chance to bring it up.

he tutted. "y'want me to stay or not, brat?"

you giggled at his tone, burrowing deeper in the comfort of his presence, letting out a content sigh. from over his shoulder, you could see the sky clearing up, the rain slowly stopping. you saw it getting lighter, soft, golden rays striking toji's dangerously gorgeous face.

you looked at his lips, a content smile gracing his features, scar only emphasizing his already perfect looks. you trailed up to his eyes, warm, and filled with so much love and devotion it took your breath away. you could drown in them.

he couldn't stop staring at you, not when you looked this angelic. it was like the sunlight formed a literal halo over you - he was convinced you couldn't be real.

he looked into your eyes. the gears in your head were turning - he could see it.

"toji..."

"yeah, pretty girl?" he smiled, one that was so radiant it could put even the most magnificent sunrise to shame. your breath caught in your throat. he was so pretty.

...

"dance with me" you sighed, already pushing yourself up.

"it's 5 a.m., babe" he chuckled softly at your antics. you were always up to something.

"and? dance with me!" you demanded, taking both of his large hands into your own, trying to pull him up (and failing, miserably).

but he could never resist you. he wouldn't. you were his world. all you had to was ask, and toji would do it in a heartbeat. so he got up, buff arms enveloping you into his warmth once more.

"mmph- toji, needa play the music!" you said, voice obscured by his chest.

"we don't need music to dance, doll"

and so you stayed in his arms, his body gently rocking yours, moving to a beat only the both of you could hear. occasionally, he'd twirl you around, dipping you down to kiss you right after, just so he could hear your sweet laughs.

you don't know how long both of you danced for. you don't remember it, but you fell asleep in that very position - in his arms, while standing. you didn't even realize how exhausted you were.

you woke up in the comfort of your bed, still trapped in his arms, light snores escaping him. he must've carried you here. he was definitely going to fall sick, but honestly? he couldn't bring himself to care.

he might catch a cold, but in that moment, all that mattered was the gentle rise and fall of your chest, and the content smile gracing your gorgeous features.

toji was not a romantic. but for you, he would get soaked in the rain a million times. for you, he would do anything to put a smile on your stunning face. for you, he would do anything.

i love him i love him i love him i love him

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stevielovesmatt · 24 days ago

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THE PERFECT PAIR: PART 2

warnings: none

To say you were exhausted was an understatement.

You had been in the studio dancing from 12-9pm. But, you loved it. You loved your job.

You walked into your apartment, throwing your keys on the counter and taking your shoes off. Your body was aching, and you wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep.

You sat down on your bed for a second to answer your friends text, when you got a notification.

"The Sturniolo Triplets are live! Join now!"

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"But yeah I'm really excited, I think you guys will love these new designs." Chris says, talking about Fresh Love.

"Okay enough talking about your brand dude, can I talk about mine a bit?" Nick complains.

Matt giggles, his eyes focused on the chat trying to read it.

One immediately stood out.

'👀'

Matt froze. No, that couldn't have been her. She wouldn't just pop in like that. He tried to gaslight himself, until the chat was blowing up.

'WHAT THE HELL???'

'Y/N?? OMG'

'THERE'S NO WAY SHE'S HERE RN.'

'WHAT ARE THEY PLOTTING'

Matt looked at his brothers to see if they noticed, but they were both way too immersed in their conversation to look at the chat.

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They had ended their live around 20 minutes ago, Matt now sitting in his room. He was scrolling through TikTok, when he came across a video. It was showing the similarities between Y/N and Matt: the way they laughed, their music taste, and their mannerisms. Matt opened the comments.

'i need them together like rn.'

'the day they actually collab is the day of my funeral'

'i feel like i'm playing cupid'

'GOD... Y/N and matt are like a perfect pair'

He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. He decided to open Instagram hoping to get away from the ship edits. He checked his messages, seeing a notification for it, figuring Chris sent him a stupid reel.

But it wasn't.

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You laid on your bed, shower long forgotten. Maybe it was stupid to comment on their live, but you're still giggling about it.

Your thumbs hovered nervously over the keyboard. What in the world were you supposed to say? 'Hey our fans want us to get married'?

You decided to keep it short and casual.

'i dont think our fans can last another day without us collabing'

You threw your phone on the bed, getting up to go shower. As you closed your eyes to wash out the shampoo, all you could think of how nervous you were. You sighed, realizing you were being stupid and worrying over nothing.

You climb out of the shower, feeling refreshed and relaxed. You had forgot that you sent the message completely, now focusing on getting ready for bed. You turned off the lights, picking up your phone as you get under the sheets. Checking your notifications, you saw Matt's message immediately.

'Yeah... we need to get on that. Any ideas?'

You blinked at your screen. I didn't think he'd answer at least for another day.

'sadly no. i've been trying to think of one for weeks but i can't come up with anything good. you?' You sent it, sucking in a breath.

Matt replied almost immediately.

'Really? I thought you'd already have a million ideas cause of how incredible you are'

You froze. Another message came through.

'The way you think is so amazing to me'

What?

a/n: hehehehe. do i need to make these longer? i feel like they're kinda short

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cheeeeseburger · 8 months ago

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Dream girl Part 4

Next part

Sidney Crosby x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I had something else completely written for this part but somehow I lost it so anyway here's part 4! English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

“Yeah dude, some fucking pipe broke and now there’s water all over our goddamn new condo.” Like usual, Sid was busy listening to your boyfriend’s convo, trying to gather some info on you. Apparently, something broke in the brand-new condo that you and your boyfriend just bought together. Sidney knew all about it. After your almost-kiss, he though his heart had suffered enough for the week until he saw that fucking post on your Instagram. You were holding the key, and he was holding you, and Sidney just wanted to disappear forever.

Anyway. That must be why you didn’t attend a single game this week. Must have been too busy. Sidney was relieved. So you weren’t avoiding him. You still hadn’t replied to his texts saying he was sorry for almost kissing you, but at least you were not actively trying to escape him. His heart warmed a little in his chest.

“Oh man, that sucks. You haven’t even lived a month in it!” Another young defenseman chimed in. The story was getting real interesting now.

“Yet they still expect a payment every week. What a bunch of assholes. And they won’t fix it until another month! I mean, do they expect me and my girlfriend to live in a hotel for another fucking month?” For once, he could sympathize with the rookie. Yeah, it must suck to live in a hotel. He especially thought about you. You had to hate it. He had to do something about it.e H

Sometimes, love makes you stupid. It was one of these occasions. Sidney would ask you to move in with him. Temporarily, of course. With the boyfriend included.

It had got to be his worst idea yet. But it seemed he couldn’t keep the words from spilling out: “I have a basement you guys could use.”

So nice. So helpful. So generous. Yet so selfish. Sidney Crosby, what a nice guy, eh?

Of course, your boyfriend agreed on the spot, not bothering to check beforehand with you. He didn’t understand why you were freaking out, and it had to stay that way.

Two days later, you were knocking on the captain’s door, suitcase in hand. How could this go wrong?

At first, Sidney thought he could manage. It wasn’t like you were always there. Most of the time, you were hiding from him anyway. He wanted to talk to you about the moment you almost had right there in his kitchen, but it was hard with the rookie always being there.

Honestly, the first week went well. Sure, he found a thong in his batch of laundry and the image of you wearing it drove him mad, but everything was going well.

Until he heard it. That first moan, the first clue that you were arching your back for someone that wasn’t him. Sidney felt his heart sink in his stomach. He wanted to turn on the TV to forget the angelic noise, but he heard it again. This time, it was louder, needier. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t move.

Against his will, Sidney’s hand made its way underneath his pants. The effect you had on him was crazy. Your voice only got louder, echoing through the walls of his home. He began to stroke himself.

Faintly, he could hear the noises your boyfriend made, but he decided to ignore them. Pretending to be the one making you moan was simply too good. It sounded like you were matching Sid’s tempo better than his anyway. When your screams began to be louder and more frequent, he picked up the pace. He just knew that you were getting close, and so was he, but he wanted his girl to finish first.

His girl. That lie almost made him come on the spot. He threw his head back and imagined you were doing the same. He wished you were riding his thigh.

Suddenly, the bed in his basement stopped creaking. Your boyfriend thanked everyone but you for existing as he finished. He was done and apparently, for him, it meant that you were done too. Sidney called bullshit on that immediately.

There was no way you were feeling satisfied after that. You and Sidney were on the same pace, and he was nowhere near finished. Sure, a few minutes ago you seemed closed, but the fucking rookie was selfish. So selfish that he had to ruin the pleasure of two people that night.

Sid was so pissed for you. You deserved that orgasm. If you were his girl, he would’ve made you come twice already, with a third time coming soon. He would let you rest awhile only to rock your world harder a few moments later. Every single night.

Of course, Sidney was frustrated for himself too. He had no choice but to take a shower, because there was no way he would be able to sleep without getting some kind of satisfaction. The warmth of your mouth would be better, but the palm of his hand and the hot water would have to do for the night.

It didn’t take long for him to get right back on track. Now that he didn’t have your moans as background music, he thought of all the way he would make you come.

For the first time, of course, it would have to be sweet. After all, he was gentleman. He would worship you and tell you the million reasons why you were his dream girl. Only when you would be convinced that you’re an angel would he let himself think about finishing.

He would have to eat you out next. His age was his biggest asset in that department. Guys his age knew how to take care of their girls. No way the rookie had ever used his tongue on you. Fucking idiot.

If he felt especially riled up one night, he would have to have you against a wall. He wanted to see the pictures trembling and the frames falling on the floor.

His next thought had him steadying himself on the wall. He wanted to have you somewhere he was sure your boyfriend would hear. Sidney had to let him know that only him could make you satisfied. After all, you were his dream girl.

That was all it took. He hoped the sound of the water would hide his grunts as he released all that frustration inside of him.

Yeah, he did feel guilty as he stepped out of the shower. I mean, he had just jacked off to the thought of you. But it wasn’t like it was the first time, nor would it be the last. Actually, he only felt guilty because he knew you weren’t feeling satisfied like he was right now. Sidney would have to change that soon.

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birlemsbae · 1 year ago

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- slow burnin’

"i'm not going in that water with you!" you scream from where your umbrella is on the beach.

nick, matt, and chris decided to go to the beach for the weekend and thought to invite everyone. you mainly, but then you invited everyone else and they couldn't say no.

"why not? the weather is so beautiful," rarity chimes, wanting you to oblige to her request. rarity goes and tries to get you up by your arms. "the whales and sharks aren't for miles away, let's just go."

"rarity, i'm not doing it. you know how i feel about the ocean." you pull your arms down and lean back in the chair.

"yeah i know, you're a fucking pussy," rarity laughs, sitting down on the sand near her, going on her phone. "where are matt and chris?"

"they're getting the cooler out the car." you pick up your magazine and starts flipping through the pages.

soon after, emersyn and estrella come over with nick.

"where have y'all been?" you question the three while they come over and lay on their towels.

"nick had to pee and i wanted to go inside for a few." estrella replies, laying on her towel face down.

matt and chris eventually come back with the cooler and a few gas station bags.

"i knew you guys weren't just getting the cooler, you guys took forever bro." rarity gets up from her spot and makes her way over to where the cooler is.

"ask this fucking kid why we took so long." matt comes over and sits down in front of you, leaning his head back against the edge of the chair.

you and matt are genuinely best friends. like you don't have awkward tension between you guys, you tell each other everything and even though matt has a suspicion that you might like his brother, he doesn't bring it up, knowing the subject makes you want to crawl in a ball and die.

"shut the fuck up matt, at least i got something for everyone." chris sets down the gas station bags on the cooler and sips his pepsi.

"can someone hand me my drink and chips?" you ask, and chris immediately gets up and hands them to you. you blush very faintly. stop fucking blushing you idiot.

"here," he says.

"thanks." you smile at him awkwardly.

estrella, nick and rarity all lock eyes and laugh silently. nick and his posse, consisting of estrella and rarity, all have been down your throat about this tension they think is upon you and chris. so when they started laughing, you just rolled her eyes and flipped your magazine again.

"how long do we all want to stay here again?" emersyn asks.

"maybe like half an hour? i'm trying to get my tanning in."

a few minutes after rarity last spoke, kinsley finally turns up from wherever she was.

all eyes eventually end up on kinsley and she widens her eyes and puts her hands up in defense. you tilt your head slightly and raise your eyebrows. "and just where the fuck have you been? i low-key forgot you were even here."

"i went to the hot tub inside, met a few guys, they're cool," she replies, getting her snickers bar and mountain dew from the seven eleven bags. "just came by to get my stuff. i'll meet you guys back at the hotel."

"were they at least cute?" emersyn giggles from her towel.

"some of them are, yes emmy." emersyn decides to get up and follow kinsley to the hot tub.

"just be safe and text me please." you beg.

"alright see ya later." kinsley walks away with emersyn, chatting away at anyone they could find.

everybody, after three more hours, decided to go back to the hotel and change into their pajamas.

the way this trip was set up is that everyone was in a different room. rarity and estrella shared one, matt and chris, kinsley and you, and emersyn and nick.

for some fucking reason, nick and matt wanted to talk about something without chris, and emersyn wanted to sleep with kisley to talk about all the hot guys they saw, go fucking figure, so chris and you had to share a bed and a room.

currently, chris was showering and you were sitting on your shared bed, watching tiktok and scrolling through instagram. when you heard the bathroom door open, you turned and faced the door, revealing a shirtless chris.

your eyes widened a little bit at the bluntness of him coming out the bathroom shirtless. chris noticed her eyes widening and chuckled, "i just forgot a shirt, i won't be like this for long,"

you didn't say anything, stuck in your own trance. chris was shirtless in your room. what if he wanted to stay shirtless? what if he just pulled you in for a kiss right then and there? not that you had a problem with that but what if everyone else di-

"you also don't have to stare either." he laughs, setting his phone down on the nightstand. and pulling up the desk chair to sit in front of the tv.

"sorry, i wasn't trying to stare." you mumbled.

"it's alright, seriously, you just seemed out of it. your eyes were really wide too." he replied, setting up his ps5 in the room.

"chris why are you setting that up in here? you're only saying for the night."

"yeah but matt wanted to play duos on fortnite so i gotta plug it up here."

you just roll your eyes playfully and go back to your tiktok, making sure to put your headphones on, knowing that chris would be screaming if he lost.

after some time, they got off the game and chris crawled in bed with you hesitantly. you notice his hesitant behaviors and decide to question him.

"everything alright?"

"yeah i was just thinking because did you want to put a pillow in-between us or did you just want to sleep together?"

you laugh and wipes your eyes, "you act as if we haven't shared a bed before."

"yeah i know but i didn't know if this would be different-"

"kid just get in the bed."

he sighs and gets in the bed with you, flipping over and going on his phone.

you wake up out of your dream.

your eyes start adjusting due to being closed for so long. but you didn't even have time to process your dream because-

"are you alright?" chris gets up and rubs his tired eyes.

"what? yeah just a dream."

chris yawned and pulled a pillow to sit under his neck, facing scarlette now. "do you want to talk about it?"

"umm, no not really."

"okay."

the two of you sit in slience, looking up at the ceiling for a little bit before you laugh, speaking up again. "do you think stars are actually big balls of gas or something else?"

"what?"

"like how do they get that shape? you know with like the pointed sides? how are they shaped like that if they are actually just big balls of gas?" you put your hands above your head, giving chris a visual.

"i don't know, what do you think?"

"maybe like the angels made it so they look pointed for our visual and up in the sky, they are actually big balls of gas."

chris chuckles at the girls rambling but decides to feed into it. "do you actually believe everything that we were taught in school about science and everything?"

"i mean they are payed to teach us this stuff so, no not really. but if i find a cool tikotxk explaining how science works then, then i'll believe it."

he laughs, "so you believe everything you see on tiktok?"

"not necessarily, but i think it's just interesting."

"hmm," he yawns again." we should probably go to sleep, everyone wants to get breakfast in the morning."

"okay," you turn away from him.

before you could fully go to sleep, you very faintly feel chris's arm sneak around your waist and pull you a little into him.

a/n: hello!!! im back from the dead lolol! so this story is actually a snippet from my wattpad i’m writing and you should follow! my user is @birlemsbaeee and the story is called language! ( if you see any mistakes, NO YOU DONT! ) this story does have oc’s but the reader is called y/n if that makes sense. emersyn and estrella are sisters, you and kinsley are sisters, obviously the triplets are brothers, and rarity is a family friend of yours! okay happy reading!! 📖

#— 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒚’𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 🧺 🫧#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fluff

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esmedelacroix · 1 year ago

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"I hate it when you lie"

husband!miguel x f!reader ♡

10 Things I Hate About You ← mini-series masterlist

"I hate the way you're always right," ← previous part

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Miguel had been working later nights than usual. When you asked him about it he said that the recruits had him busy with getting them assimilated in the Spider Society.

You were missing him during the day and were surprisingly on your writing schedule. So you decided to pay him a visit and give him the opportunity to see his beautiful wife.

After saying hi to everyone and giving the book club a teaser of your upcoming book. You finally went to Miguel's office after hearing he was back from a mission you never would have thought you would see Justine with him there playing nurse.

When Miguel saw you walk in he immediately sat up and his face lightened up. "Hi baby," he sighed as he gestured for Justine to stop working on the cut across his chest.

"Hi," you replied, giving him a strained smile.

"Justine, I can take it from here if you want to get something to eat," you said.

"Ugh, whatever," she hissed, stomping away and rolling her eyes.

"Thank you for being nice, I'm sorry about her behavior," he said as he pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by your waist.

"Yeah," you breathed out as you picked up some gauze for his cut.

"What's wrong mami?" Miguel asked, his hands sliding down to your hips.

"I just miss you, I hate to see you get hurt all the time. I worry about you," you admitted.

"Ay cariño, take a seat please, talk to me," he cooed as he pulled the chair that Justine had been sitting in previously. He took both of your hands in his and patiently waited for you to speak.

"Miguel, I've just been missing you, I promise that's all," you assured.

"Okay, promise me nothing else is wrong?" he asked.

"Promise," you said as he kissed your forehead.

"How about you get home and I'll get done with work here and we can watch a movie together," he suggested.

"That sounds great," you replied, trying not to smile too hard. You were so happy that he would be coming home earlier.

. . .

It had been 3 hours and 4 text messages since you got home from Spider Society and Miguel still wasn't home. You had popcorn setup that was now cold and stale and drinks that were finished off by you when you realized 5 minutes into midnight that he wasn't coming home on time.

He would probably creep in at 2 am and apologize in the morning like he did after every missed date. You could blame him; he was probably in another universe saving the world. But he never really had an issue with you calling him on missions they were usually pretty easy for him.

So you called him and he picked up after a while of letting it ring. "Hi cariño, I'm so sorry I wasn't keeping track of time," he apologized. Small sniffles and giggles could be heard faintly on the other end of the line.

"That's okay, are you working on something?" you asked as you put snacks away with him on the speaker.

"Yeah, it randomly got kind of busy," he replied. Another sniffle could be heard.

"Hey this might sound weird but are you with someone right now?" you asked. Long silence on his end.

"No," he replied. Long silence on your end.

"Okay, I'm tired, I'm going to bed," you said. You hung up a bit too fast, cutting him off.

. . .

Why would he lie if he wasn't doing something wrong? You asked yourself as you got in your sheets and scrolled on your phone before bed. You got a notification from Hobie. He sent you a story on Instagram. Justine's story. Justine's story of her playing video games in Miguel's office, with his arm in the corner of the photo.

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next part → "I hate it when you make me laugh,"

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xrenjunniesx · 1 year ago

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Hi I love your account can you please write dreamies revealing their relationship with a non idol reader

when they reveal your relationship

Idol!nct dream x non-idol!reader

a/n - I really struggled on this for some reason so I’m sorry for the longer wait

mark

you two were just trying to enjoy an evening at a bar for a friends birthday. the back of the bar was booked out meaning no fans were going to even be allowed in. it wasn’t fans that were the problem, but rather it was one of the staffs who recognised mark as an idol.

a photo of the two of you hugging each other and another one of mark kissing your cheek was revealed to the public and immediately the response was strong.

people you knew were recognising you and contacting you, EVERYONE was freaking out.

mark didn’t know at first until you called him, panicking as you explained what happened. he left his schedule as quick as he could and went home to you, calling the company to set a meeting to see where to go from here. he is rather mature about the situation and oddly calm, mainly because he knew this kind of thing was bound to happen one day.

doesn’t mean he isn’t panicking though.

renjun

he was the one who saw the post revealing photos of you two shopping together. in fact he saw the post before it even reached the general public. he was quick to get staff and his members to try and get the post taken down but it grew more popular by the minutes and eventually it was making headlines.

he called you and talked to you through what had happened. he was trying to be calm because this wasn’t the end of the world but damn did it feel like that as he read through the public’s opinion.

he did see a few positive comments but the negative outweighed them, so he deletes his social media apps of his phone, only posting photos on Instagram every now and then before deleting again. goes inactive until everything has calmed down for his own mental health and his suggest you do the same - even if it takes months.

jeno

you two were talking in the background of a behind the scenes video uploaded to the youtube channel. the editors thought you were a staff member, they didn’t even notice you and jeno hugging in the background that was only shown for a split second.

the clip was instantly being spread around and the youtube video was re-edited but it didn’t stop the original from being shown.

when he saw it he was a little shocked since he didn’t even notice that there was any type of camera in the room at that moment, which was why he was comfortably talking to you in the middle of the room.

you contacted him minutes later after he first saw it, crying in a moment of worry for what this all meant for you both.

he will reassure you but he will also be just as worried and be telling you to be careful if you go out anywhere JUST IN CASE.

haechan

on a live one of the fans asked what time it was there and he showed the fans his phone, not realising he hadn’t turned notifications off. you sent a message at that exact moment saying, “love, I’ll be home soon.” he moved the phone away quickly but he knew he was done for. he laughed it off awkwardly at first before apologising and ending the live.

he called you as soon as the live was over. “BABE I JUST REVEALED YOUR TEXT OH MY GOD”

you’re both freaking out but once you’re home he tries to calm down and think maturely about this. “look… they can’t ALL hate me? I’ll still be able to make music…” He is thinking positively and refusing to pick his phone up because he knows if he goes online he will only think negatively.

jaemin

you were somewhat a youtuber, and in one of your vlogs, in the background as you walked with the camera through your house there was a picture of you and jaemin.

people managed to recognise it immediately and you were shocked because you didn’t even notice it when you were editing. you contact jaemin, worrying what he would say. you speak so fast into the phone that he didn’t even get to say anything until you were done speaking.

“love… it’s okay we can sort this out.” “I am so sorry jaemin.” “it’s okay, I’ll contact the company then I’ll call you right back, okay?”

you both ended up just coming out about the situation and admitting your dating. you take a break from your socials.

the only positive to this situation is that he gets to see you more since he doesn’t have to hide anything anymore. you can go to his place and he can go to yours!

chenle

there was two instances where he accidentally revealed it and he didn’t even realise that fans would connect these two instances. the first thing was when he accidentally followed your account on instagram. he went on bubble not long after he made it seem light hearted, “oh I accidentally followed an account while going through reels.”

the second time was when a fan asked to be daegals mother and he instantly said, “she already has a mother. WHICH is me I’m the mother and father. I’m the only one she needs.” he panicked as he spoke and tried to play it off.

fans put the two times together and looked more into it, figuring out that you two HAD to be dating. the one and only time the crazy fans were right.

he is panicking when he realises fans were figuring it out and instantly gets in contact with both you and the company. you’re a bit more calm over the phone about this than he is but when you see him in person you’re also freaking out.

jisung

you two were seen together out in public. it was really late at night when the two of you were going for a walk to a local shop near your place to get some late night food.

fans approached jisung, leaving you both shocked since he was disguised pretty well in your opinion.

the fans kept pestering you both so you two ran away- literally.

it made headlines the next day, and you laughed at the photos of you running away with jisung. your laughter was really just covering for how nervous and worried you were though. He on the other hand was texting everyone he trusted and getting all sorts of different advice.

he is really worried about what this meant for his future and he might consider a hiatus to avoid having to face the fans for a bit if the response is really negative.

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kpopbestie96 · 11 months ago

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Meeting with you ex - Bang Chan

Hello lovelies, hope you enjoy this fun little short story. The photos Chan posted gave me inspo to write it. If he can be delusional, so can I! 😂 hope you enjoy it!

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18+, cussing, flirting, she/her, y/n, fake text messages, photos of Chan from his Instagram

Italics means in thoughts

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You slide onto your couch after experiencing an amazing Sunday that you haven't had in over two months.

It was finally the first day you didn't think about him because Sundays where the days that you would spend together. You knew that forgetting about him would take some time and still have a long way to go.

You put your favorite show on and heard your phone going off, assuming it's the friend's group chat, wanting to discuss today's fun adventures.

But when you picked up your phone you saw it was the ex you thought you were finally forgetting about. Fuck...of course he would text today...of all days!

You wanted to ignore the message; your brain was yelling at you to just delete it. But your heart was curious to see he wanted, wanted to know if he was okay. Ugh...im going to regret this...

You typed saying hi before nervously tossing your phone on the coffee table. I can't believe I did that, you layed down on your couch, placing a pillow over your face as you yelled into it. Why did I respond?? Why??? I was forgetting about him!!

A minute went by before a ding went off, indicating another message came through from him. Although, you were hoping it was truly anyone else. Welp, let's see what he wants. Why must my curiosity do this to me.

"AAAAHHHHHHH", you screamed into your pillow again as you tossed your phone onto the couch next to you, hoping it disappears forever. Should I tell my friends? No...I won't hear the end of it...maybe after I'll tell them. That's if I even go...

.....

The next morning came, and you got little to no sleep, tossing and turning from the night before. The moment your alarm went off, you stared up at your ceiling contemplating if you should go. I'm just going to text him that I can't make it.

But when you went to the messages you saw the smiley emoji he put, probably excited to meet up. Well fuck...you quickly jumped into the shower and began to think what he could possibly talk about at lunch. Mentally preparing yourself for anything that comes up in the conversation.

Rushing around your house, after doing your makeup, you found a simple summer dress, that's a bit short, it sits right about your knees. It's white with small daisies placed all over with spaghetti straps. You paired it with some cute plain white sandals that have a small heel.

Right before heading out you looked at yourself one last time in the mirror as your nerves began to grow. The same nerves made your stomach turn as you followed the GPS to the café Chan recommend.

There's a spot, you thought to yourself as you turned into it and parking the car. You stared out into the open, gripping the steering wheel, as you kept repeating in your head how you can't do this. Fuck it, I'm leaving. But when you went to restart the car, there was this guilt mixed with nervous feeling swirling around.

I guess I'll go for a bit, you thought as you looked in the review mirror before grabbing your bag and heading in to the café.

A hostess by the front door immediately greeted you as you walked up, asking if it was just you today or how many were in your party.

"No, I'm meeting someone here. I think he might be here already." And as you said that your ex did in fact message you that he was sitting down outside on the patio they have.

"Oh, he's actually sitting down outside," you pointed as the hostess smiled.

"Go right ahead," she waved her hand as you nervously walk to him.

Your legs began to feel wobbly and their were butterflies in your stomach flying around as you could see his black sunglasses sitting on his black hat.

And why the fuck is he wearing a tank top? Is he trying to show off his muscles?? Is he trying to make me want him again??

The closer you got, the more you thought about running away. But, as you were about to turn back around, Chan moved his head up and locked eyes with you.

You stood in your spot close to the table, with your breath hitched in your throat. He couldn't help but smile, showing off his dimples, making you melt in your spot. Fuck this man...ugh...

"Hey y/n, glad you made it." He got up and went to hug you but stepped back before he realized what he was doing.

You could see how awkward this was becoming so you decided to just hug him and get it out of the way. Oh this was a mistake, you thought as he wrapped his arms around you. The familiarity hit you hard as you missed his hugs. They felt like a warm blanket on a cold day, after you've been outside. You felt calm/relaxed as you could feel yourself melting into the hug.

"Umm let's sit down," He said clearing his throat as he broke up the hug.

You nodded your head as he pulled out your chair for you. "Oh, thank you." He's really not going to make this easy on me.

He sat down across from you as you couldn't help but take in his jewelry. Seeing his earrings, the necklace he bought when you and him were on vacation. His bracelets and his ring that sat on his right index finger, showing off his veiny hands.

"Soo how have you been?" He asked shyly as you snapped your eyes up to meet with him. Man, he's so fucking gorgeous. Okay stay strong, you can do this.

"I've been good, just working a lot. I had off today, so that's nice. How have you've been?"

"Good, working a lot too. Staying busy..."

"That's good," you cringed how how awkward this conversation was going, while the waiter walked up to take your drink and food order.

"Oh, went back to Australia..." He brought up after the waiter walked away.

"How was that? How's your family?"

"Everyone is good, doing well. Missed Berry so much!"

"Glad everyone is doing good, aww I miss Berry too."

"Here, let me show you this video I took of her. She was chasing a butterfly." He took out his phone to show you the video and other photos he took while he was there. You felt a bit more relaxed, feeling like normal with him. It was a nice way to break up the awkward tension.

You even recalled a memory of when you went with him to Australia and Berry kept wanting to hang out with you, ignoring Chan.

Moments go by that you and him don't realize the food and drinks are already being brought out as you both smiled before taking bites of your foods.

I can't believe how well this is going, you thought. Even while eating, you both would shared a laugh as you joked like a old times. He even began taking photos of you like when you guys were together, making you do the same.

"Sooo should we talk about it?" He asked taking a sip of drink, fidgeting with the straw as you became quiet. The smile that once sat on your face disappeared as you sat back in your chair. I should have known...I mean this is one of the things I thought he would bring up, you stared at the ground wondering what to say before looking back up at him.

"Um...Chan...we had such a nice day," you tried to say simply. Let's hold off for now..."

"But, you don't miss this?" he asked while pointing between the two of you.

You shrugged your shoulders because it was you who initiated the break up. But deep down you missed him so much, your heart would ache for him. You would want to show up to his house but knew you couldn't.

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you," he sat up in his chair while he cleared his throat. Oh no, you thought as you shifted uncofortably in your seat. "I miss you so much. I missed this. Yes, I just wanted to come to lunch and see how you were doing but this made me realize how much I want you back."

You nodded you head because you knew what he meant. This lunch reminded you how much you still love him. "But we broke up for a reason...I just think..."

"Think about it, please...and we'll talk more about it," he said interrupting you. You nodded your head before he change the subject and had you laughing moments later.

After talking for a bit more, he walked you to your car to say goodbye. "Let me know when you get home."

"I will," you displayed a soft smile right before he wrapped his arms around you, making your body tense for a few seconds. I need to calm down, you thought as you brought your hands up and wrapped your arms around his toned torso, closing your eyes tightly. Wow, I really did miss you.

Neither one of you wanted to let go as you could feel the tears wanting to form. You wanted to cry out, yelling how much you missed him and want to be back together. But, you blinked your eyes to push the tears away, making you move your head up and locking eyes with him. Then, mistakenly, your eyes dropped to his pink pillow-like lips that you immediately regret looking at, making you shoot your eyes back up at his.

You could see him smirk, knowing you were caught. Fuck..."If you want to...you can just ask." He snickered as you could feel your cheeks become warm, mentally palming your forehead for becoming weak for him. Why must he have this affect on me???

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." you said wiggling your way out of his hug and taking a step back.

"Really? I saw your eyes fall down to my lips," He had the biggest smile on his face, seeing the tips of his ears a bit red.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." you crossed your arms in front of your chest as you moved your head to the side, trying to play it off. Although, you knew he wasn't going to let this go.

"So you didn't do this?" He took a small step towards you, gently placing his right index finger on your cheek. You shivered under his touch and his cold ring that made contact. He slowly moved your head to face him as he moved his eyes down towards your lips this time before meeting your gaze again.

"I- I...uh don't know what you mean," you laughed flirtatiously as you playful pushed him away. You could feel your cheeks become warm as you knew what he was doing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, let me get closer," He said taking a huge step toward you this time, towering over, making you look up at him. Your bodies so close you could put a pencil in between you two and it wouldn't fall.

You mouth was a bit agape as your eyes were locked with his, feeling as if you were in a trance. "This," he said moving his eyes slowly down to your lips then back up at your eyes. You felt a knot in your stomach form as your pressed your lips tightly together from trying to keep yourself from smiling. Don't break, you can do this!

"I did no such thing..." you seductively said, catching yourself off guard.

He moved his hand up, pushing a strand of hair out of your face, making goosebumps rise on your arm. "So you don't want to kiss me?" He inched his head lower towards yours as you were losing breathing. You looked down at his lips seeing how close they are to yours. If you puckered your lips, they would immediately touch his.

Fuck....why...why! This man, I swear! You moved your eyes up to his, feeling his smile against your lips, "So you didn't move your eyes down to look at my lips, to want to taste them again?" He tucked his left hand in your hair as his right hand grabbed yours.

You could only softly nod your head yes as he closed his eyes, making you do the same as you awaited for it. Oh shit, oh shit, is the only thing you thought as you waited for the kiss. But you opened your eyes when you felt nothing happening, seeing him back away from you. "Guess I imagined," he shrugged.

"Christopher!" You yelled as he began to laugh.

"Hey, I didn't do anything," his laughed filled your ears as you couldn't believe he teased you like that. Can't believe him!

"You know what you did!" You pointed at him as you tried to hold in your laughter because you did find it amusing. Even if he made you almost break.

"I don't know what you mean," his tongue poked the side of his cheek knowing you love when he does that.

"That's it, I gotta go," you threw your hands up in defeat before digging in your purse for your keys.

"Thank you for coming, get home safe!" He said after calming his laughter down.

"I will, you do too!" You pretend to say in a angry voice.

On the car ride home, you could feel a smile spread across your face. The feeling of how close his lips were still lingered making you giggle to yourself. If someone looks into my car, they're going to think I'm crazy. Definitely not telling my friends about that.

As soon as you got home, you lied down on your couch and messaged Chan that you made it. I should don't it, but as quick as you were to think, the quicker you were to scrolling through the photos you took of him.

Maybe I should get back with him I missed him so much. And, we had a really fun time today...you thought as you saw a message pop up from Chan.

You sat staring at the screen, feeling your heart beating against your chest. Just do it, just say it! Your fingers began to quickly dance against your phone screen, not reading it back before you hit send.

Like the shy person you are, you quickly locked your phone and set it in the coffee table. You stood up, letting out some strange noise because of how nervous you are feeling. 'Its fine...I'm fine', you said out loud as you walked away from what you did.

* Part two of Meeting with your ex- Bang Chan (the end)

* Other Stray Kids stuff I made

* My stories on Wattpad and A03

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 4 months ago

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Across the Ropes.. a Zilla Fatu x Oc fanfic.

Chapter 8: Devotion..

As Zilla finished posting, he glanced over at Dahlia, who was folding the extra blanket and humming a soft tune to herself. The peaceful domesticity of the moment hit him hard, filling his chest with warmth. He had never been one for sentimental moments, but something about Dahlia — about them — changed that.

His phone buzzed almost immediately, and he chuckled to himself. “Well, it’s out there now,” he muttered under his breath, scrolling through the flood of notifications.

Dahlia turned her head. “Did you post it?” she asked, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside him.

Zilla handed her his phone, letting her see the post. Her eyes widened as she read the caption and saw the photo. “You’re really proud of us, huh?” she teased, though her voice was soft with emotion.

“Of course I am,” he said, leaning in to kiss her temple. “I mean, look at you, Dahlia. You’re giving me a whole ass family. How could I not let the world know?”

She smiled, her cheeks flushing. “You’re something else, Isayah. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone make me feel like this.”

“You deserve it,” he said firmly. “And this is just the beginning.”

Suddenly, his phone buzzed again, and they both glanced at it. Zilla’s cousin, Jon, had commented: “Damn, Uce’! You out here doing the most! Congrats to you and D, big moves. Can’t wait to meet the little ones.👶👶👶🔥🔥🔥”

Not far behind was a comment from Jey: “About time you locked it down, Uce’. Proud of you, big dog. Y’all deserve this happiness. Now let’s plan that baby shower, ya heard?”

Dahlia laughed, leaning her head on Zilla’s shoulder. “Your family’s gonna go all out for this, huh?”

“Damn right they are,” Zilla said, scrolling through the growing list of comments. Rhea had even left a note: “Yessss, Dahlia looks like the queen she is! You better keep holding her down, Zilla. So happy for y’all. 🖤👶👶👶”

Dahlia smiled softly. “Your family’s pretty amazing.”

“They’re your family now too,” Zilla reminded her, pulling her closer. “And they’re gonna love these babies just as much as they love you.”

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Jacob gripped his phone tightly, staring at the text from Jey on the screen: Hey Uce’, making sure you got the invite for the Villa, we got about two rooms left if you wanna come down.

Yeah, I got the invite, Jacob thought, his mind racing. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to go anymore, not with everything on his mind. Zilla was caught up in something with Dahlia—something he wasn’t sure was the right move for his cousin. The post on Instagram had been the last straw, and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that Zilla was making a huge mistake.

Throwing your life away, Jacob muttered under his breath. For a girl you don’t even know that well?

And then there was Cora Jade. Jacob couldn’t shake the image of Zilla slipping out of her room that night, acting like nothing had happened, like it didn’t matter. But it did matter. Jacob wasn’t blind—he saw the signs, and it didn’t sit right with him. How could Zilla dive into something with Dahlia, someone he barely knew, when he was still acting shady with others?

I’m gonna talk to him, Jacob decided. He’s gotta see that this isn’t what he wants. I’m not just gonna stand by and watch him make this mistake.

He quickly dialed Zilla’s number, but the call went straight to voicemail. Jacob cursed under his breath and ended the call, his irritation growing. He wasn’t about to give up so easily. He grabbed his keys from the counter, slamming the door behind him as he left the gym. His car roared to life as he sped down the familiar streets toward Zilla’s apartment.

By the time Jacob reached the apartment complex, his patience was running thin. He parked quickly, grabbed his keys, and marched toward Zilla’s door, knocking sharply. His fist hit the door with an urgency that matched the frustration boiling inside him. He wasn’t here for small talk. He was here to set things straight.

The door creaked open, revealing a woman he didn’t recognize. She wore a tank top and shorts, her hair hidden under a bonnet, and a face mask covered most of her features.

Jacob frowned, not sure what to make of her. “Sorry, I think I might—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Sabrina cut him off, her tone brisk. “Zilla and Dahlia went to the waterfalls, Jacob.”

The door slammed shut in his face before he could say anything else. Jacob stood there, frozen for a moment, a surge of disbelief running through him. He stepped back, about to turn and leave, when the door opened again.

Sabrina peered through the crack, her eyes meeting his with a half-smile. “You’re cuter when you’re angry by the way,” she said, her voice teasing.

Jacob blinked, taken aback by the random compliment. It wasn’t what he expected—hell, it wasn’t even something he could process. He was just trying to get to Zilla, not deal with a pretty girl like herself making off-hand remarks.

Before he could respond, the door slammed shut again. Jacob shook his head, muttering under his breath. He turned and walked back to his car, the entire encounter feeling like a weird detour on the way to the real problem.

The waterfalls, he thought, starting the engine. I’m gonna make him see this for what it really is.

Jacob drove to Gerald D. Hines Waterfall Park, his thoughts clouded with concern. Zilla needed to hear the truth, whether he liked it or not. Jacob wasn’t going to let his cousin throw his life away—especially not over someone he barely knew.

By the time he arrived, the familiar sound of rushing water filled the air. Jacob parked his car and got out, a sense of determination in his chest. He wasn’t going to stop until Zilla saw things clearly.

This ends today, Jacob thought as he made his way toward the park, hoping to find Zilla and force him to face the reality of what he was about to lose.

Jacob slowed his steps as he approached the sound of Zilla’s voice, his thoughts still a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. The closer he got to the waterfall, the clearer the voices became. He could hear Zilla laughing, his deep tone filled with the same playful energy Jacob had known for years.

As Jacob rounded the corner, he stopped in his tracks.

Zilla was standing with Dahlia near the edge of the waterfall, the soft mist from the water catching the light in the air. They were taking selfies together, their faces pressed close as they smiled at the camera. It almost seemed like a perfect moment—a picture-perfect scene. But something about it didn’t sit right with Jacob. The image in front of him felt too… staged. Too perfect.

Dahlia giggled, her voice light and full of affection as she spoke. “I’m having such a great time with you, baby.”

Zilla’s smile grew wider, and without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was tender, full of genuine affection, but to Jacob, it felt like a facade. He knew Zilla better than anyone, and something in the way he held Dahlia told him it wasn’t real. Zilla was lost in this whirlwind, letting himself fall into something he didn’t fully understand.

“You live in Houston all your life,” Zilla said, his voice rich with amusement, “and you’ve never been to the Waterfall park?”

Dahlia shrugged, playful in her response. “It’s touristy. That’s why.”

Zilla chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You gotta know when to come, like right now, at night. It’s the best time to see it.”

Dahlia smiled, her eyes softening as she looked up at him. “You treat me so well,” she said, her words wrapping around Zilla like a warm embrace.

Jacob’s stomach twisted as he watched them. This wasn’t the Zilla he knew—this wasn’t the guy who would laugh it off, crack jokes with his cousins, and take things slow. This was someone else, someone completely caught up in a whirlwind of affection and attention. Zilla had always been careful about who he gave his heart to, but now? It felt like he was rushing into something for the wrong reasons.

And then, Zilla did something that made Jacob’s heart sink even further. He lifted Dahlia up into his arms, as if everything was exactly as it should be. Jacob could hear Zilla’s voice rise in pure joy as he looked down at Dahlia.

“You have made me the happiest man!” Zilla said, his tone full of raw emotion.

It stung, hearing that, even though Jacob knew Zilla didn’t fully understand the weight of what he was saying. He was caught in the moment, wrapped up in the idea of a perfect love story. But Jacob saw the cracks in the surface. He knew his cousin better than anyone else, and something about this wasn’t right. Zilla wasn’t just in love—he was trying to escape something. He wasn’t thinking clearly, and Jacob knew it.

Jacob stood frozen, watching the entire scene unfold in front of him. Every part of him wanted to step in, to pull Zilla away and make him see what was happening. But the reality of it all hit him hard: Zilla wasn’t ready to listen. Not yet.

Jacob exhaled sharply, barely able to keep his emotions in check as he watched Zilla and Dahlia, completely oblivious to the world around them. The image was everything Zilla wanted in that moment, but Jacob knew better. He knew his cousin was slipping, and he was too blinded by his emotions to realize it.

I can’t let this happen, Jacob thought, his heart heavy with a sense of impending loss. I need to get through to him before it’s too late.

But as he stood there, unsure of what to say or do, he knew one thing for sure: Zilla wasn’t the same person anymore. And he wasn’t sure if he could save him from the path he was walking down.

Zilla tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes as he caught sight of his cousin standing off to the side, just outside of their little bubble by the waterfall. The recognition was instant, and the surprise in Zilla’s voice was evident as he called out, “Uce, is that you?”

Jacob froze for a moment, his heart racing. He’d been caught, and there was no way to play it cool now. He took a slow, measured step forward, trying to play it off. “Hey man, why you here?”

Zilla’s eyebrow arched, his eyes shifting from the relaxed affection he’d been showing Dahlia to a more questioning, almost defensive look. “Nah, Uce. Why are you here?” he asked, the tone of his voice shifting to one of mild suspicion. “You don’t do tourist spots.”

Neither do you, Jacob thought, a slight bitterness rising in his chest. But he held his ground and answered, his voice light, though his thoughts were far from it. “I was just in the neighborhood.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “The Houston Galleria neighborhood?”

Jacob faltered for a moment, feeling the weight of Zilla’s question pressing on him. There’s no way out of this now, he thought, but his mind quickly scrambled to find a way to steer the conversation away from whatever Zilla had in mind. “What’s with all the questions?”

Before Zilla could respond, Dahlia stepped forward, her presence immediately softening the tension between the two men. She looked between them, a warm smile spreading across her face, though there was a trace of uncertainty in her eyes.

“I hope we can get on the right foot,” she said, her voice gentle yet sincere. “I know I haven’t been the best person to like.”

Jacob felt a lump form in his throat as she took a step closer and, before he could even react, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. The warmth of her embrace surprised him, breaking down the walls he had put up since their first meeting. She felt so genuine, so kind—an overwhelming contrast to the storm of emotions that churned inside him.

As her arms tightened around him, Jacob found himself momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond. The hug, though brief, felt like a quiet plea for understanding, a chance to start over. The kindness in her actions made something inside Jacob shift. He realized then that it wasn’t just about Zilla anymore—it was about the people Zilla had brought into his life, including Dahlia, who was now trying to extend an olive branch.

Dahlia pulled away slightly, her smile a little softer now. “I really want us to try again, you know? Make things right.”

Jacob stood there for a beat, letting the weight of her words settle on him. It broke him to see such a beautiful and kind soul want to make things better with him—someone who’d only ever judged her from a distance, unaware of what had really been happening behind the scenes. And for a moment, he thought of everything he’d seen Zilla doing—what had been going on when he wasn’t looking. But as his eyes fell on Dahlia again, the urge to protect her, to shield her from all of it, was too strong.

He wrapped his arms around her in return, letting the hug be a silent pact of sorts—one that spoke volumes more than words ever could. “Yeah, we could try this whole thing again,” Jacob said, his voice soft but steady, though inside, a storm still raged.

The reality was hard to ignore—Jacob still felt like something was off, but Dahlia deserved better than the harsh judgments he’d been carrying around. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her the truth, not yet. Not when Zilla was so deeply lost in it all.

Jacob pulled back from the hug, looking at Zilla and then back at Dahlia. He wasn’t sure how to navigate the mess they’d all gotten themselves into, but for now, he was trying to put the pieces back together, even if it meant biting his tongue for the time being.

Zilla watched the interaction from the side, his arms folded across his chest, his expression unreadable. Jacob knew that Zilla wasn’t blind to what was happening, and there was a quiet understanding in his eyes.

“Yeah, we’ll work on it,” Jacob muttered, though a part of him still felt like he was stepping into something far too complicated for him to fully grasp. And though he’d agreed to give this “new start” a chance, a part of him still couldn’t shake the feeling that Zilla had made a mistake that would affect them all.

As the tension settled between them, Jacob exhaled slowly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. The sound of the waterfall echoed behind them, the night air crisp against his skin. Zilla kept his arm draped around Dahlia’s waist, holding her close like he wasn’t afraid to show the world she was his.

“So,” Jacob started, looking between them, forcing a smirk, “you two just out here living the tourist life now?”

Dahlia laughed softly, leaning into Zilla. “Well, someone insisted I needed to experience my own city properly.”

Zilla grinned. “She lived here her whole life and never been out here at night, Uce. Had to fix that.”

Jacob nodded, watching the way Dahlia looked up at Zilla with nothing but admiration. It made his stomach twist. The way she smiled at him, the way she trusted him—it was almost enough to make Jacob forget why he’d come here in the first place. Almost.

“You staying at the villa, right?” Zilla asked, changing the subject. “Jey got a room for you.”

Jacob hesitated, then shrugged. “Yeah, guess I’ll pull up.”

“Good,” Zilla said, his voice easy, like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t been sneaking around behind Dahlia’s back.

Jacob wanted to confront him so bad, but Dahlia’s presence made it impossible. He had a feeling she didn’t know about Cora. She seemed too secure, too happy. There wasn’t an ounce of suspicion in her face. If she knew what Zilla was really doing, she wouldn’t be looking at him like that.

Jacob cleared his throat, shifting his stance. “Well, don’t let me interrupt y’all little date night,” he said, jerking his thumb toward the path leading back to his parked car. “I’ma head out.”

“You sure?” Dahlia asked. “You could hang with us if you want.”

Jacob shook his head. “Nah, I’m good.”

Zilla smirked. “You just mad ‘cause I caught you lurking.”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Man, whatever.” He looked at Dahlia. “It was nice seeing you again.”

“You too,” she said genuinely.

Jacob turned, walking away from them, but his mind was racing.

This wasn’t over.

Zilla was playing with fire, and Jacob knew damn well that flames like that? They always burned down everything in their path.

Jacob drove away from the waterfall park, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. His mind was clouded with frustration, his chest heavy with conflict.

What the hell are you doing, Isayah?

He could still see Dahlia’s smile in his head, the way she had hugged him like she actually wanted a fresh start. Like she believed he was someone worth having in her life. It made him sick to his stomach because she had no idea.

She doesn’t know what you did, Jacob thought bitterly. She doesn’t know you were just in Cora Jade’s bed.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.

Jacob had grown up watching men in his family screw up good things over stupid shit. He had seen how it always started—little secrets, harmless lies, an affair dismissed as a one-time mistake. Then, before they knew it, they had destroyed something real, something that could’ve lasted a lifetime.

And now Zilla was walking that same damn path.

Jacob pulled up to his home, cutting the engine and just sitting in the silence of his car.

Zilla had never been this reckless before. Yeah, he’d had his fun, but he wasn’t stupid. At least, that’s what Jacob had thought. But here he was, about to start a family with a woman he clearly loved, yet still out here playing games like he was single.

The worst part? He could’ve told Dahlia tonight. He should’ve. But when she hugged him, when she looked at him with kindness instead of wariness, something in Jacob broke. He didn’t have it in him to ruin her world. Not yet.

But it’s only a matter of time before Zilla does it himself.

Jacob exhaled, unlocking his phone and pulling up Zilla’s contact.

Jacob: We need to talk. Now.

He stared at the message for a moment before pressing send.

He wasn’t letting this go. Not until Zilla understood exactly what he was about to lose.

—

Zilla and Dahlia walked hand in hand back to his Camaro, the cool night air wrapping around them as the waterfall’s gentle roar faded behind them. Zilla felt at ease—Dahlia’s warmth beside him, her laughter still lingering in his ears. It was moments like this that made him forget everything else.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he pulled out his phone to check the time when a notification popped up.

Jacob: We need to talk. Now.

Zilla sighed and locked his phone without responding. Whatever Jacob wanted to say could wait. He wasn’t about to let anything kill his mood, not when tonight had been damn near perfect.

He glanced over at Dahlia, who was adjusting her seatbelt. “You ready to go home, baby?”

She nodded, giving him a tired but content smile. “Yeah, tonight was amazing.”

Zilla smirked as he started the car. “That’s ‘cause you were with me.”

Dahlia rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. She leaned her head back against the seat as they pulled out of the parking lot, the streetlights casting fleeting glows across her face.

The drive back to Sabrina’s apartment complex was quiet, filled only with the low hum of the radio and the occasional shared glance between them. When they finally arrived, Zilla parked and turned off the engine, stretching his arms. Dahlia yawned as she unbuckled her seatbelt. The two exited the car and they went up to Sabrina’s apartment, Dahlia unlocked the door and they stepped in, once they made it to the room, Dahlia smelled herself and said, “I’m gonna shower. I feel all sticky from the humidity.”

Zilla smirked, watching her as she grabbed clothes from her dresser. “Need some help?”

Dahlia shot him a playful glare. “You’re such a menace.”

He laughed as she disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the water starting up a moment later. The second she was out of sight, Zilla pulled out his phone, unlocking it to finally answer Jacob’s text.

Zilla: What’s up?

He leaned back against the bed, staring at the screen, waiting for the three dots to appear. He already had a feeling what this was about.

Jacob: Don’t play dumb, Uce. You know what’s up.

Zilla sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. He knew this was coming the moment Jacob showed up at the waterfall park.

Zilla: If this is about Dahlia, I don’t wanna hear it.

Jacob: Nah, it’s about you. You’re making a mistake.

Zilla: A mistake by being with the girl I love?

Jacob: A mistake by locking yourself down over a girl you barely know. A girl you’re out here playing house with while you were just creeping out of Cora’s room a few days ago.

Zilla clenched his jaw, his grip on the phone tightening. He stared at the message, his heart pounding as he read it over again. He thought Jacob wasn’t gonna say anything. He thought he let it go.

Zilla: That was a mistake. It meant nothing. I didn’t even fuck her…

Jacob: But she doesn’t know, does she?

Zilla exhaled sharply, feeling the weight of those words. No, Dahlia didn’t know. And she never would, because it wasn’t worth ruining what they had over a dumb decision.

Zilla: I’m not about to mess things up with Dahlia. She’s the best thing to happen to me.

Jacob: Then why are you lying to her?

Zilla hesitated. He knew Jacob wasn’t saying this to be an asshole—he was looking out for him. But that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

Zilla: Because I already messed up once. And I’m not gonna lose her over something that don’t mean shit.

Jacob didn’t reply right away, and Zilla could picture him shaking his head in disappointment. A part of him hated that, but another part didn’t care. He made his decision.

Jacob: You better pray she never finds out.

Zilla stared at the message, his stomach twisting.

Zilla: She won’t.

Before Jacob could say anything else, the bathroom door opened, and Dahlia stepped out, her damp hair falling around her shoulders. She smiled at him, completely unaware of the storm inside his head.

Zilla locked his phone and smiled back. “Feel better, baby?”

She nodded, climbing into bed beside him. “Much better.”

Zilla wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. No matter what Jacob said, he wasn’t gonna let anything ruin what he had with her. He wouldn’t let his past mistakes take this away from him.

Even if it meant keeping secrets.

—

The next day, Zilla and Dahlia had driven all over the greater Houston area, exploring different neighborhoods. They checked out townhomes and apartments in Spring, Pasadena, Kingwood, and even Katy, but nothing truly felt right. At first, Dahlia had focused on affordable options, but Zilla had other plans.

It wasn’t until they pulled into Sugar Land that Zilla finally found what he was looking for—a two-story, all-brick house that instantly caught his attention. Dahlia stared at it in awe, her hands tightening on her seatbelt as she took in the massive home.

“Isayah… this is out of my price range,” she whispered, still processing the sight of it.

Zilla shifted the Camaro into park and glanced at her. “That’s because you’re not paying for it—I am,” he said, as if it were that simple. “Camaro’s paid off, and I don’t even spend my money like that. I ain’t hurting for it, so why not?”

Dahlia hesitated. “But—”

“But nothing, baby. Just trust me, alright?” He leaned over and kissed her temple before getting out of the car.

Waiting for them outside was a realtor, dressed sharply in a blazer and slacks, her polished smile welcoming them as they approached.

“Mr. Fatu, how are you?” she greeted warmly before her gaze flickered to Dahlia. “I assume this is your wife?”

Dahlia’s face heated instantly. She opened her mouth to correct her, but Zilla beat her to it.

“Future wife, actually,” he said smoothly, slipping an arm around Dahlia’s waist. “Shall we go inside?”

The realtor nodded. “Of course, follow me.”

As they stepped into the house, the woman began her tour, leading them through the spacious interior.

“Large living area with picture windows and a cozy fireplace,” she started, gesturing toward the open-concept space. “The island kitchen features stainless steel appliances, a pro-style cooktop, a wine fridge, and an attached breakfast area with a built-in desk.”

Dahlia’s jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the kitchen. “Oh my god, Isayah…”

The realtor continued, oblivious to Dahlia’s reaction. “The primary bedroom is expansive, complete with a sitting area and ensuite featuring a jetted tub, a separate shower, two vanities, and a large walk-in closet.”

Zilla gave Dahlia a knowing look. “Sounds perfect, huh?”

She shook her head, overwhelmed. “It sounds expensive.”

He just grinned. “You mean baller..”

The realtor led them upstairs, pointing out the spacious secondary bedrooms and a massive game room. “There’s also a finished flex space that can serve as a playroom, media room, office, or even a sixth bedroom,” she explained.

But it wasn’t until they stepped into the backyard that Dahlia truly fell in love.

“Lovely backyard with a sparkling pool, an outdoor kitchen and dining area with a pergola, plus plenty of green space,” the realtor detailed. “There’s also a two-car garage and a separate man cave or workspace addition off the garage.”

Dahlia turned to Zilla, eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

He slid his hands into his pockets, nodding. “Dead serious.”

She glanced around again, her heart racing. “Isayah… we’re really doing this?”

Zilla reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Yeah, baby,” he murmured, squeezing gently. “We’re really doing this.”

The realtor offered them a pleasant smile as they stood in the backyard, the warm Texas breeze carrying the scent of fresh-cut grass. “Since you’re here today, I should mention that we’re running a look-and-lease special,” she said, her voice laced with professionalism. “So far, all the other families have declined it, but I figured I’d let you both know in case you’re interested.”

Zilla tilted his head slightly. “What’s the deal?”

The realtor clasped her hands together. “If you submit your applications today and get approved by Monday, your first month’s rent will be waived. Additionally, if you opt for a 24-month lease, you’ll receive a $250 gift card to a store of your choosing and the option to convert to a rent-to-own agreement.”

Dahlia’s eyes widened, and she glanced at Zilla. “That’s actually… a really good deal,” she admitted.

Zilla rubbed his chin thoughtfully, taking in the house once more. He had already made up his mind about securing a home for them, but the added incentives only made the decision easier.

“Alright,” he said finally, nodding. “Send over the applications. We’ll get them done tonight.”

The realtor’s smile widened. “Fantastic. I’ll email them to you as soon as we’re done here. If you have any questions, just reach out.”

Dahlia still looked slightly dazed, like she couldn’t believe what was happening. As they walked back toward the Camaro, she tugged on Zilla’s hand, making him slow down. “Are you sure about this?” she asked softly. “This is a huge step.”

Zilla stopped, turning to face her. “D, I told you—I’m all in,” he said firmly. “This ain’t just about me anymore. It’s about you. About the babies. About building something real.”

She bit her lip, searching his face for any hesitation. But all she saw was certainty. Love. Commitment. Devotion.

A slow smile spread across her lips, and she nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Zilla grinned and kissed her forehead. “That’s my girl... alright, now how about some food? Since I’ve never lived in Sugar Land, let’s go explore.”

Dahlia placed a hand on her stomach and hummed in thought before her eyes lit up. “Actually… the babies are craving a French delicacy!”

Zilla let out a deep laugh, shaking his head. “French food? Girl, where the hell we gonna find French food around here?”

Dahlia smirked, already prepared for that reaction. “I went to lunch with Dr. Patel and Sabrina a while back. There’s a place called La Madeleine. It’s not super fancy, but they have amazing pastries and French dishes.”

Zilla arched an eyebrow. “So you telling me these babies already got expensive-ass taste?”

Dahlia giggled. “Blame your genes, big spender.”

Zilla chuckled, unlocking the Camaro. “Alright, let’s go get you and my little money drainers some fancy-ass food.”

They hopped in the car, Dahlia excitedly looking up the directions while Zilla pulled out of the driveway, already envisioning their future in Sugar Land.

After dinner, they decided to head home and as they pulled into the parking lot of Sabrina’s apartment complex, Zilla held onto Dahlia’s hand, his thumb lazily tracing circles against her skin. His voice was lower, more thoughtful than before.

“I think God put you in my life for a reason,” he repeated, glancing at her before shifting the car into park.

Dahlia tilted her head, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “Oh yeah? And what reason is that?”

Zilla smirked, but there was something deeper in his expression, something unspoken. “I don’t know yet… but I feel it. Like, before you, I was just moving through life, not thinking about shit. Now, I got plans. A future. Something to build, not just for me, but for us.”

Dahlia’s heart clenched. The way he looked at her, like she was his whole world, made her chest ache in the best way possible. She squeezed his hand, smiling softly. “Isayah… you’ve always had a future. You didn’t need me for that.”

“Nah,” Zilla said, shaking his head. “I needed you to see it.”

Dahlia bit her lip, warmth flooding through her. Before she could respond, Zilla leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. She melted into him for a moment before pulling back, her breath slightly uneven.

“Let’s get inside,” she whispered.

Zilla huffed dramatically. “So that’s a no to—”

Dahlia laughed, smacking his arm playfully before stepping out of the car. “Come on, lover boy. Time to cuddle and sleep.”

Zilla groaned but followed her, wrapping an arm around her waist as they made their way up to the apartment. As much as he wanted more, just having Dahlia by his side was enough. For now.

Sabrina watched as Dahlia walked into the apartment with Zilla by her side, her eyes instantly narrowing. She was sitting on the couch, munching on a Hershey’s cookies and cream bar, but the sight of the couple caught her attention more than the snack. Dahlia smiled at Zilla and noticed the momentary tension in Sabrina’s gaze.

“Dahlia,” Sabrina called out, her voice light but with a hint of concern. “Where you been?”

Dahlia glanced at Zilla before answering, still smiling with a sense of excitement. “Well, we found a house. It’s so beautiful, Brina!”

Sabrina’s expression softened for a second, but then she stood up abruptly, her phone in her hand. “Can I talk to you for a sec? In private?”

Dahlia, unsure of the sudden seriousness, nodded. “Sure, what’s up?”

As Sabrina led her down the hallway to the room, Zilla barely glanced up, too engrossed in pulling out his phone to care about the shift in tone. He made his way to Dahlia’s room and sat down on her bed, his thumb scrolling through his messages while the muffled sounds of conversation between the two women floated down the hallway.

Dahlia followed Sabrina into the room, and before she could ask what was going on, Sabrina spoke, her voice more tense than usual. “Is this the bitch Zilla admitted to dancing with?”

Dahlia’s brow furrowed, her confusion growing. “What? Who?”

Sabrina handed her the phone, and Dahlia looked down at the screen. The profile picture of Cora Jade filled the display, and a sudden sense of unease crawled up her spine.

“This girl,” Sabrina added, her voice sharp. “Is this the one he danced with, Dahlia?”

Dahlia squinted at the screen, her stomach twisting. “Yeah, but what’s that matter? It’s just a dance. I’m not worried about it.”

Sabrina crossed her arms, a pointed look on her face. “Look at what she commented on Zilla’s IG post about the babies.”

Dahlia scrolled down on the post, her pulse quickening as she saw the comment:

@wwenxtcorajade: 😏

Dahlia’s heart dropped into her stomach as she stared at the comment. Her mind started racing. It wasn’t just any comment—it felt loaded.

She handed the phone back to Sabrina, trying to shake off the discomfort she felt. “What’s this supposed to mean?”

Sabrina didn’t look reassured, her expression stern as she looked at Dahlia. “I don’t know, but you should be careful. Actions speak louder than words.”

Dahlia stared at the phone, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. “Brina, I don’t think he’d ever do anything like that… He’s with me, and we’re… we’re good, okay?”

Sabrina sighed, sitting on the bed and looking at Dahlia intently. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay? I’m your friend, and I’m looking out for you.”

Dahlia smiled faintly, appreciating the concern but feeling a mix of confusion and frustration inside. She wanted to believe Zilla was genuine, but the doubt was starting to creep in.

“I know, and I appreciate you, Brina.” Dahlia sat down next to her, her eyes not leaving the phone. “But I trust him. I really do.”

Sabrina didn’t say anything, but her gaze softened. “Just be careful, Dahlia. That’s all I’m saying.”

Dahlia nodded slowly, trying to push the thoughts out of her head as she tried to shake the weight of what she’d seen. She didn’t want to doubt Zilla, but as she walked back to her room, her heart felt a little heavier than before.

Dahlia opened the door to her room and found Zilla lounging on the bed, laughing to himself as he scrolled through TikTok. His eyes lit up as he caught something funny, his deep chuckle filling the air. Dahlia couldn’t help but smile, even though her mind was clouded with uncertainty.

“Hey, baby,” she said softly, stepping into the room.

Zilla looked up, still laughing. “Babe, you have to see this!” He held out his phone, showing her a video of a dog knocking over its owner. Dahlia forced a small smile as she sat down beside him, trying to keep her focus on the lighthearted moment, but the nagging feeling in her chest wouldn’t let her fully relax.

“Watch this next one,” Zilla said, chuckling again. Dahlia watched the video, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t shake the lingering unease about the comment from Cora.

Finally, she took a deep breath. “I have to ask you something.”

Zilla tilted his head, sensing the change in her tone. He paused his scrolling and turned to face her, a hint of concern in his eyes. “Go ahead, babe,” he said, his voice soft but serious.

Dahlia hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts before asking the question that had been weighing on her. “Are you… still in touch with Cora?”

Zilla’s face stiffened instantly, his eyes narrowing just slightly. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. He didn’t answer immediately, and Dahlia felt her heart skip a beat.

“No,” Zilla said, his voice steady but with a trace of defensiveness. “Why would you say that?”

Dahlia swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. She could feel the tension rising between them. “Well, because she commented on your post,” she said.

Zilla’s expression shifted, a flash of disbelief crossing his face. “Nah, babe, for real. I don’t even talk to her like that.” He leaned forward, looking at Dahlia with sincerity in his eyes. “If it helps you, I’ll block her right now.”

Before Dahlia could respond, Zilla didn’t wait. He quickly swiped through his phone, finding Cora’s profile, and without another word, he blocked her.

Dahlia stared at him, surprised by how quickly he acted. Her heart softened a little, but doubt still lingered in the back of her mind. “Okay,” she said softly, her voice still shaky. “I guess I just needed to know.”

Zilla set the phone down and reached out to gently touch her hand. “I get it, babe. I really do. I’m not about that life anymore. You’re the one I want.” He gave her a reassuring smile, trying to ease the tension between them.

Dahlia looked at him, her heart torn between relief and lingering doubt. She wanted to trust him, but she couldn’t ignore the doubts that had been building inside her. “I just… I don’t want to feel like I’m second choice,” she said, her voice showing self esteem that couldn’t help but creep in.

Zilla squeezed her hand, his gaze softening. “You’re not second to anyone, Dahlia. You’re everything to me. I’m done with all that other stuff. It’s just you and me, okay?”

Dahlia nodded slowly, her heart still conflicted but her trust in him beginning to rebuild. She wanted to believe him, needed to believe him. But the journey ahead wasn’t going to be easy.

“Okay,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder as they sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation still hanging in the air, but for now, the space between them felt a little more secure.

After their talk, and once they both showered and settled into bed, the room fell into an uneasy silence. Dahlia was already asleep, her breathing slow and steady, completely at peace. Zilla, on the other hand, found himself wide awake, tossing and turning under the sheets. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind raced—thoughts of the conversation with Dahlia, the unresolved feelings, and the lingering sense of guilt that gnawed at him.

He groaned in frustration, tossing over onto his side, trying to find a comfortable position. But no matter how hard he tried, sleep wouldn’t come. His body felt restless, and the thoughts continued to spiral in his mind.

He finally threw the covers off, getting up from the bed. He stood there for a moment, watching Dahlia sleep, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest somehow calming, yet only amplifying his own internal chaos. Zilla ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply, trying to shake off the suffocating feeling.

Walking toward the bathroom, he flicked on the light and stared at himself in the mirror. His reflection was tired—eyes bloodshot, a stubble growing on his jawline. He looked worn down, drained. His body, as if reacting to his emotional unrest, seemed to ache for something more—something he used to turn to when everything else felt out of control.

The medicine cabinet door creaked as he opened it, his fingers grazing the edges until they landed on the bottle of Advil PM. He hesitated for a second, but then the temptation to dull the noise in his mind was too great. He quickly took two pills, dry swallowing them with a sigh. The cold medicine burned slightly as it went down, but it didn’t matter. He was just looking for a way to escape the constant barrage of thoughts.

Zilla stared at himself in the mirror, his reflection now staring back at him with a mixture of frustration and resignation. His body was craving the other drug—cocaine, the one that numbed everything, the one that allowed him to feel nothing at all.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to steady himself. “Get it together, Isayah,” he muttered under his breath, forcing himself to focus. He couldn’t keep running from his demons, but he also couldn’t let them take over.

He finally turned off the light and walked back to the room. The pills were starting to take effect, and his limbs felt heavier, like the weight of the world was finally starting to fade just a little. Zilla crawled back into bed, careful not to disturb Dahlia. He looked at her, her face soft and peaceful, and for a moment, he allowed himself to feel something other than the chaos swirling in his mind—he felt gratitude, a flicker of devotion that maybe, just maybe, he could get out of this darkness.

But as he closed his eyes and let the sleepiness begin to pull him under, a part of him still wondered how long he could keep feeling everything—the pressure of his past, the mistakes, the drug cravings, the unwelcome actions with Cora—and still hold onto the fragile peace he was trying to build with Dahlia.

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