#i wrote this at 2am in one sitting so please let me know if there's any mistakes

[prettypieck]

ᴄᴀᴍ ɢɪʀʟ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Xavier x Reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: cam girl reader and her sweet friend Xavier who sheepishly agrees to sleep with her for 'content', but ends up fucking her so good that it starts to look a little too real on camera

ᴀ/ɴ: This is my first time posting on Tumblr, so please go easy on my writing lol. I also wrote this at 2am hehe. 3.6k words purrrr.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Xavier, Xavier smut, love and deepspace smut, MDNI!, backshots.., fingering, idk what else to put

It was one of those days... you counted through the tips you earned at the local cafe you worked at and realized you were short to be able to pay your rent this month. You throw yourself on your couch in frustration, it was time to do your little side hustle again, except the side hustle isn't actually that little. You log onto your account on your phone and see all the money you were making from your previous videos, if it wasn't obvious, you were a cam girl.

It was something you started about a year ago, you would only film solo on your bed with all the different toys you owned. However, you noticed recently that your views were beginning to tank, maybe you needed to do something different to bring the attention of your audience back.

You quickly post on your account about anyone having any suggestions for your next video. Immediately, responses begin to flood in with people recommending the same thing: film with someone. With the amount of responses you were getting, you would be able to pay rent for next month as well.

You throw your phone on the couch and stare at the ceiling. Fuck. Who could you film with? Who would actually be down for that? You close your eyes and think about your options. But you startle when you hear a loud thud coming from the floor above you and then it hits you.

Xavier...

Your sweet neighbor and dearest friend, maybe he wouldn't mind, but then again he's so reserved and quiet you don't know if he'll even say yes to it. You grab the pillow next to you and scream into it from embarrassment of something you haven't even done yet.

Fuck it, asking him is better than getting evicted. You get up and smooth down your outfit and try to be presentable before heading up a floor to his place. Your heart goes a million a mile as you raise your hand and knock on his door.

You stand and wait as you hear shuffling on the other side, he was coming to the door. When it opens, Xavier stands there with his ruffled hair and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

"Y/N," he says in his soft voice, "come in." He opens the door wider and lets you in, you rub your arm and walk in. Why were you acting like you've never been in his apartment? You wanted to smack yourself to stop being so shy about asking this silly question. Maybe you need to ease into it...

"Hey Xavier, what was that loud crash I heard earlier," You ask as you walk to his couch and take a seat amongst all his plushies that he had. He walks over after closing his door and picks up one of the plushies off the ground and raises it to show you, "this is the reason."

You follow him with a look of confusion as he also sits on the couch as well, stretching his arms back behind the couch. He lets out a chuckle at your puzzled face, "I guess the plushie we won last week at the arcade together isn't happy in my home, I got up after my nap to grab some water and tripped on it."

You laugh at that, Xavier was always tripping and falling. "Maybe the plushie would rather be with me, I'm the one who got it out the claw machine after you basically wasted all our tokens," you tease him and at that he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Be my guest," he yawns again and raises his arms above his head in another stretch and that's when your eyes begin to wander. His plain white t-shirt just slightly stretched at the collar rode up when he raised his arms and you can see his abs underneath. Your eyes wander even lower where he's manspreading and you notice his grey joggers, and your throat goes dry at the obvious bulge right in the middle. Woah, he was packing. You snap out of looking when he stops and looks over at you, "What's wrong?"

You blink at him twice, "what are you talking about?" He tilts his head slightly, like he's analyzing you, making you more nervous. "You're really red, are you feeling feverish?"

You flush even more at that, why can't you control yourself. "No," you inhale sharply, "actually- I came here to ask you something." You grip the end of your shorts in nervousness and your eyes look around before you finally have the confidence to look at Xavier again. You see he hasn't moved his gaze away from you, he blinks and waits for you to continue speaking. You flush at his undivided attention, Xavier used to be shy when you guys first became friends, but now he has no problem holding your stare.

"Uhm, so you know how I work at the cafe," he nods at that and you continue with a sigh, "well... sometimes I can't make the rent, so I also have a second job and it's online. I make content and I was wondering if you could help me with it."

Xavier's eyebrows come together like he's thinking about something, "...content? What kind of content?" It seems like he's not following what you're saying, you feel like you're corrupting an innocent soul who clearly doesn't dabble in this kind of stuff. Suddenly, you feel like aborting this mission.

"You know what, never mind," you say quickly as you get up from the couch to leave, but you barely make it a step away before Xavier grabs your wrist. Your body is hot in embarrassment, but you turn to look at him still seated on the couch, he looks at his hand on your wrist before looking up at you.

"I'll help you."

You blink once and then you blink twice. "Really?" He nods and you sit back down on the couch when he tugs on your wrist lightly, you liked that Xavier was willing to help, but you needed to be honest about what he was getting himself into. You close your eyes for a brief second and then blurt it out, "I'm a cam girl."

It's deathly silent and you keep your eyes shut as your face flushes once again. After what feels like a minute, you open your eyes and Xavier is staring at you, but this time just as flushed as you are. You can't help yourself when you begin to ramble to help save this situation, "I understand if you don't want to be the one to have sex with me, especially on camera, even though your face won't be shown. I've always done everything on my own. This is also new to me, I just couldn't think of anyone else that would be willing to help me-"

You stop when Xavier interrupts you, "I'll do it."

"Really?!" Another nod from him and you throw yourself at him for a hug. He catches you as you say a million thank you's.

Eventually you are back in your apartment that same night after your shower to prepare to film with Xavier. You gave him a time to come over earlier and were now wearing your best lingerie under your robe and had done your hair and makeup. The camera was set up in your bedroom, you decided it was best to film and post the video later rather than be live. You were afraid Xavier would accidentally show face and you wanted to avoid the awkward parts with him being out there on the internet.

Finally, there was a knock at the door and you go answer. Xavier was dressed casually and you watch him as he looks down at you and then your robe before his ears flush and he looks away for a second. "Hey," you breathe and he gives you one of his small smiles as he enters your place. "Hi."

He takes off his shoes at the entrance and follows you to your bedroom. You glance at him, "are you ready?"

He smiles at you again, "yeah, are you?" You laugh a little at that, before nodding. The next five minutes are spent with you adjusting the camera while Xavier sits in the middle of your bed awkwardly, you were making sure to just show him from his neck down. Once that's set you click record and walk over to your drawer and pull out one of your vibrators.

Xavier follows your every move as you move towards him and take off your robe in one quick motion, leaving you in only your underwear and bra. He feels like the breath left his lungs as he trails his gaze down all of you and back up. You are beautiful. Perfect. He couldn't believe he was going to be able to hold you like this, touch you like this.

You crawl onto the bed and get comfortable between his legs as you look at yourself on the camera monitor. You were much smaller than Xavier, so your whole body and face was in view. "Here," you tilt your head back to look at his face as your hand holds out the vibrator to him. He flushes when he looks at it and then back to you, but you feel yourself pulse when you see the slight heat behind his eyes.

He takes it from you before hesitantly asking, "Can- Can I touch you?" Your heart races in anticipation as you nod at him.

Your body lights up with goosebumps when you feel his left hand trail up and down your waist. You guys hold each other's gaze, as you relax back into his chest. Your eyes drop to see him put the vibrator down next his thigh and he raises his right hand to gently grab your jaw. His thumb caresses your face as he stares at you, and his gaze alone makes you feel damp between your legs and he hasn't really touched you like that yet.

He continues his gentle rubbing and then his hooded gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth. You don't remember whether it was him or you to initiate it, but you guys begin making out. It's gentle, sensual. His lips are soft and every so often his tongue begins to peak through and you allow him in. Your tongues begin fighting for dominance and the kiss begins to get a little more heated, you reach your right arm over to the back of his neck to keep his mouth on yours.

Your body tingles as he hums into the kiss and breaks it to look into your own heated gaze before going in for another kiss. While this continues, his right hand reaches down to your thigh and he rubs it before moving your legs to be against his spread ones. This leaves you open right to the camera and you gasp lightly when you feel the slight breeze against your damp underwear.

Your body slightly jolts when you feel something rubbing against your clothed sex. You break the kiss this time and look down to see Xavier rubbing the vibrator up and down your sex before you throw your head back against his shoulder. He takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck and shoulder, as his left hand goes up to squeeze your breast through your bra.

You can't stop the hums and pants that leave your mouth before you can't take the teasing anymore, "more." "More?" Xavier leaves another kiss on your neck before looking down at your flushed face. "Then beg for it."

Your breath hitches, was this really Xavier? Your quiet friend who is the sweetest person you know asking you to beg him. But your body is so heated you actually listen to him, "Please, I want more. I want you."

You watch Xavier as he groans at your words before diving in for another kiss, this time you feel his hands at the waistband of your underwear as he pulls them off. You raise your hips and then your legs as you help with sliding them off. You keep your legs parted and when you guys break away from your kiss for the third time, you can't help but watch Xavier's face. He looks into your eyes before he looks down and groans again, "Look at how pretty you are."

"Touch me, " you beg with a pout on your face, "please."

Xavier wastes no time in tossing the vibrator to the side as his hand reaches between your legs and his finger grazes between your wet folds. "You're soaked," he says into your ear and your eyes rolls when he rubs on your clit for a quick second before going back down to your entrance, teasing you with his middle finger.

Your hips roll in attempt to get his fingers to fill you up, and when he finally finishes teasing you, he sinks one of his digits in. Your eyes roll back with a light moan and when he pulls the finger back out, he eases back in with two this time. One of your hands grips his thigh while the other holds on to the bicep of the arm that's in between your legs. Your hand nor your vibrator would have felt as good as his hand did.

Xavier was reaching spots inside you that had you writhing against him and moaning. He kept talking you through it, "you're doing so good baby." You feel yourself clench around his fingers at the nickname and he hums at that. "You like when I call you baby?"

You can't stop yourself from nodding your head. Your high was coming so fast, your panting louder as your body began to shake. Xavier clearly noticed this, pulling his fingers out at the last second to rub them against your folds, purposely avoiding your clit. You groan out in protest and he shakes his head at that, "Use your words baby. What do you want?"

You have no shame holding his gaze when you speak, "I want you to make me cum. Please."

He smirks at you, "good girl."

You don't expect it when he plunges his fingers into you and begins a deep pace that has you back on edge. Your moans get louder and your nails dig into him when you finally reach your climax.

You feel like you had the life fucked out of you, but it was hardly over. Xavier brings his hand filled with your juices to his lips and sucks them clean. That makes you only want him even more, and you get on your knees in front of him. Reaching the hem of his shirt to help him take it off and then the next moment you're both naked and making out once again.

You both can't get enough of touching each other everywhere.

Xavier positions you on your hands and knees in front of the camera. You both moan when he begins to rub himself against your folds. None of you seemed to care that he wasn't even wearing a condom, you just wanted him inside you already.

"I want you inside me," you whine and Xavier hums in response, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you push your hips purposely back into his and feel the head of his cock dipping in. He lets out a grunt before tightening his grip on one of your hips and then slowly begin pushing in.

Your mouth falls open as your face scrunches up while he stretches you out inch by inch. Xavier was definitely more on the larger side, so you needed time to adjust. You can't help but let out little whines and pants, before turning your head around to look up at him from behind you. He felt like he could come just like this, the look on your face enough to send him over the edge.

"You're taking me so well baby," he praises as he finally bottoms out inside you.

At some point, you can't remember how many times you've came already. Xavier was relentless, changing the pace each time he made you cum.

“Look at the camera,” Xavier grunts hoarsely as he grabs your hair and pulls your head back. You let out a moan as you lift back to rest on your forearms, arching your back and looking at yourself on the camera. 

You looked more fucked out of your mind than you usually do in your typical content. You could see the skin around your eyes turning red from the tears, the blush on your cheeks and the way your reddened lips hang open with drool threatening to spill from the corners. And this is all due to the cause of one thing.

“X-Xavier,” you can’t help but moan out his name, knowing you’re going to have to cut that part out later to keep his identity a secret. He groans in response, his thrusts not stopping their pace, you feel him kissing your cervix with each one. He pulls out slightly more than halfway and then goes in with a grind at the end of each one. 

“Yes,” he’s breathless, “yes, baby.” You stare at the his sculpted body from behind you through the camera, biting your lip and whimpering as you can only see his mouth hang open. The rest of his face cut off from his height on his knees and the fact that this is how you’ll keep his identity a secret when you post it. But it’s hard when you can feel his name on the tip of your tongue once again, you want to chant it like a mantra. You want to see him.

Fuck it. 

You shake your head slightly and feel his grip loosen on your hair, and you turn your head around to look at him. The sight of him alone has you clenching around him and your eyes rolling, he was glistening with sweat and the look in his hooded eyes was darker than you’ve ever seen. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. Upon seeing your face as well, Xavier couldn’t help but moan, his brows furrowing, and he grips your hips tighter. You looked so beautiful like this, just like this for him. 

You begin pushing yourself back into him again to meet his thrusts halfway and your mouth hangs open once again. Both of you held eye contact, not bothering to even remember that the camera was still rolling with your face not in it. 

“Xavier you feel so good,” you slur your words as you feel so drunk off of every thrust he gives you. His dick was touching places you couldn’t yourself. Xavier was thinking the same thing, your pussy was sucking him in and he felt its pulse with every movement. The way you moaned his name made him even more feral. You felt what he was feeling and now he was never going to let you go. 

“Fuck it,” he says under his breath and you gasp as he suddenly presses forward and his chest is against your back. He wraps his bicep around your neck, using his elbow to prop him up as the lock around the front of your neck has you facing towards the cameras once again. 

“Like that,” you moan loudly as he continues to pound into you, squeezing your neck and face in his arm. Xavier’s face was showing in the frame now, he no longer cared to hide while fucking you for your content. This felt personal now. 

You can feel his breath in your ear as he pants and grunts right next to it. Yet you still can’t take your eyes off him on the monitor, watching him turn his head to nip at the shell of your ear and you can see his smirk forming as he makes a ‘hmph’ sound. 

“Like this,” he grunts as you feel his other arm reach down under you and find your clit. You squeal at the sensation added with everything else and if it weren’t for Xavier pressing you into this position, you would have collapsed. 

“Mmhmm,” you hum as he works you better than you can do with yourself and your toys. 

“Look at us baby,” Xavier’s head is right next to yours on the frame, both of you flushed, “we’re perfect together, this pussy was made for me. Gonna fill you with my cum and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

He accentuates the last two words with two hard thrusts. All you can do is choke on your own words as your vision goes white and you feel your walls clench around him. He lets out a groan of your name before you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.

You both are panting and sweaty as you guys collapse and lay there for a second. You feel like you can't move. Xavier kisses your shoulder before getting up and clicking the end of the recording on the camera. He walks out of sight before coming back with a warm towel as he gently helps clean you up.

Xavier goes back to being the sweet man he's always been. And as he comes back into bed to cuddle with you, you realize you guys aren't going to be just friends.

[channieschaoscorner]

First Meeting - Stray Kids x female!9th member reader

*Prequel to Tipping Point*

Pairing: ot8!Skz x 9th member reader, platonic Chan x reader

Summary: During one of Chan’s lives, he tells the story of how you met.

Genre: Fluff, platonic love, maybe slight Chan x reader again if you squint hard enough but idk the reader is running away from me at this point and doing her own thing.

A/N: Thank you so much to the anon who requested this one, this is the prequel to Tipping Point of how Chan met our lovely 9th member. As always thank you for all your love and support on my work, please send in any ideas or requests that you might have and I hope you enjoy!!!!!

Prequel to Tipping Point

Masterlist

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Chan threw his head back and laughed as he read the questions during his live.

“Who wrote ‘Red Lights’? Hyunjin. Hyunjin did.” He nodded.

“Who wrote “I Like It? That would be Y/N. I don't know what children I've raised, you guys need to talk to them about that.”

He could hear the scramble in the hallway and braced himself for what was coming as the door to his room flew open.

“You liar!”

You burst through his door and shoved him out of frame, he didn’t even fight back. Chan landed on the floor laughing as you attempted to do damage control with what he said.

“I did not write ‘I Like It’ Stay, please do not listen to a word this man says. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying.” You begged. “He’s just trying to cover up his own lyrics and he needs to take responsibility for them-will you shut up?!”

Chan was still in stitches on the floor, he knew there was no taking back what he’d said and that Stay would run with it now. He could picture the comments flying in and couldn’t hold back his glee. He crawled back up, wiping at his eyes to be met by your very unimpressed face and crossed arms.

“They believe you, you’re actually the worst.”

“You love me really.” He teased.

“I don’t, you’re a demon. I regret ever joining this group.” You tried to keep a straight face but the corners of your mouth twitched. In an effort to move on, you turned your attention back to the comment section.

I can’t believe Chan exposed Y/N like that

I love them

They’re so funny together

Welcome to IDidn’tWriteTheLyricsRacha Y/N!!!!!!

Actual friendship goals

How did you guys become friends?

“How did you guys become friends?” You repeated. “Have you never told the story of how we met?”

Chan shook his head.

“Go on, you tell it better.” You encouraged him, leaning back to listen about how you’d met your best friend.

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*Flashback to your trainee days*

Chan rubbed his face, hoping to wake himself up slightly but there was no point. It was closing in on 2am and he’d been in here since this morning. He admitted defeat and started to pack away his laptop. He closed the studio door and paused.

Was that music?

It was faint but it was definitely there. He assumed someone had left their phone hooked up to a speaker or something because no one would still be here at this time. He was so used to being alone in the building that he pushed the door of the practice room open with no hesitation, only to be greeted with the sight of someone dancing.

That someone being you.

“Oh!” He froze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone was here.” He bowed down in apology, mortified at how he’d just marched in.

“That’s ok!” You smiled warmly at him. “I don’t blame you, I shouldn’t still be here right now but monthly evaluations are coming up and I want to be perfect.”

“You’re a trainee?”

You nodded and bowed, introducing yourself to him. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Chris, but most people just call me Chan. It’s nice to meet you, I’m sorry again. I’ll let you get back to practising.”

Chan left after that, but that wasn’t the last time you saw him. In fact, you started noticing him more. In the hallways between practices, the days you left the building before him, seeing him sit on his own to eat. You wanted to go up and speak to him but seeing everyone else give him a wide berth made you hesitate. He seemed nice enough that night but maybe that was just him being polite, maybe he wasn’t one for friends. So you didn’t speak though, not until he found his way back to a practice room in the middle of the night again.

A knock on the door made you pause. “Come in?”

Chan poked his head round the door. “I didn’t just want to barge in again but I heard the music.”

“Sorry, is it too loud? I can lower it down, I’m just used to practising late and no one being here.”

“No no it’s ok! Actually I was just… I wanted to see if… If maybe…If you…” He was tripping over his own words and rubbing his ear. You could practically feel the anxiety rolling off him right now.

“If I?” You prompted.

“IfeelreallyguiltythatIdidn’tmakesureyougothomeoktheotherdayandI’msorry.” The words fell out of his mouth, quicker than he seemed to anticipate.

You blinked trying to process what he’d said.

“I feel guilty that I didn’t check to make sure you were ok going home on your own the other day and I’m sorry.” He tried again. “I just wanted to check and see if you needed me to walk you back or anything because it’s late. But it’s ok if you don’t or maybe you’re not comfortable with that, it’s not like we’re friends. I mean you don’t even really know me, I just wanted-“ He was starting to ramble again and word vomit.

“That would be great actually.” You interrupted.

He visibly relaxed and smiled, you resisted the urge to comment on his dimples “Ok cool, I can go grab my stuff and I’ll come back.”

He left so you could pack your stuff up, you were glad he’d come back. You’d been contemplating approaching him whenever you saw him but he always looked so busy and at times intimidating. You knew he wasn’t very friendly with other trainees, you weren’t sure why but now you knew it wasn’t because he was an unfriendly person. Unfriendly people don’t offer to walk other people home just to make sure they’re safe.

You waited outside the practice room for him and smiled when he came down the hallway. “You ready?”

You walked in silence for a while before he broke it, “How are you feeling about the evaluations?”

“Nervous, it’s my first one. They gave us a few months to settle in before starting the evaluations.”

“You’ll be fine, they’re intense but just listen to their feedback and you’ll do well.”

You nodded. “It’s a group and individual evaluation so they’ll see me a few times.”

“That’s good, you have a chance to really show them what you can do.”

He gave you some more advice on the walk home, which you happily accepted. It was nice to be able to talk to someone who’d already been through this. He told you about joining 2 years ago, leaving Australia and his family but how he hoped it would all be worth it once he debuted. He offered his number to you once you got to your dorm.

“Just in case you’re rehearsing late again and need me to walk you home.”

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You settled into this routine then, one of you would text at some point in the day to see if you were staying late and you started to coordinate the nights so you always had company for the walk home. You felt more comfortable heading up to the studio to get him once it reached a certain time, always concerned about his lack of sleep. He was more than able though to turn the lecture back to you reminding you that it took more energy to dance into the early hours of the morning than produce. Despite knowing you were in the practice room drilling your routines for the evaluation, you wouldn’t let him see.

“I want it to be a surprise. You need to see it with everyone else for the first time.”

That was how Chan found himself waiting with other trainees and staff to watch the evaluations of the new trainees.

“I heard there’s a girl here that JYP wants to come down and see personally, he loved her audition but she’s not even meant to be that great of a singer.” Chan heard someone gossiping. “It was her dancing that got her in, said he hasn’t seen a dancer like her in years.”

Chan stopped paying attention, he’d spotted you warming up in the corner. You waved shyly at him, trying not to attract too much attention which was hard because you were currently sat in the splits looking far too comfortable.

“Are you friends with him?” A girl in your evaluation group asked.

You looked up at her. “Erm, kind of?”

“How?” She pressed.

“We bumped into each other, just got talking.” You held back on telling her how you’d actually met for more than one reason. One, you didn’t want it known that you stayed late to practice most nights. That time was your safe haven and two, you didn’t want your time with your time with Chan interrupted. The idea of others joining in on that made something stick in your throat. You coughed to try and shift the feeling but it wouldn’t leave you.

In fact, that uncomfortable feeling stayed with you right until the staff announced they would begin the evaluations. They were starting off with groups first then moving onto individual performances. The groups were more strutted, dancing, singing, stage presence. Everything you would need if you were going to debut in a group, but the individual evaluations is what you were looking forward to. You’d been allowed some leeway with this one as it was your first and were allowed to just perform a chosen skill e.g. singing, rapping or yours, dance.

The door opened and the room fell silent as JYP took a seat. You’d heard people gossiping that he might come to watch and give his opinion but it had all been rumours, nothing confirmed until he walked right through the door. He was truthful as the groups performed, telling them what they needed to work on, what was done well and if needs be, what went completely wrong. Your hands were trembling listening to him speak, your mouth had gone dry and no matter how much water you drank none of it helped. He waved the group away and called out the next one.

Yours.

You took your place, your eyes searched the room until you found Chan again. He offered you a small smile when he realised you’d been scanning the room, he nodded encouragingly. The music started and your body went into autopilot. The moves came naturally but that wasn’t because you enjoyed them. If you had to be honest, you’d say that girl group choreography just wasn’t your style. It was too delicate, too cutesy, not you. That didn’t matter though, this is what you needed to do in order to debut and so you’d do it without complaint.

You hit your final positions and then lined up in front of the staff to listen to their feedback. It was all similar.

“Danced well together.”

“Timing is good.”

“Need to be cleaner in some moves.”

It was JYP that you held your breath for, he spoke to the others first before finishing with you. He was helpful but firm, they all nodded and absorbed his feedback, taking in every word.

“Y/N.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“I expected more.”

That was it. He offered no other feedback before you were dismissed and sat back down. He expected more? What did that even mean? You knew the dance wasn’t your style but you didn’t think that you were terrible. You tucked yourself into a ball and dipped your head. This wasn’t good enough, you were a dancer. You’d been born to move, to dance, to perform. You had one more shot to impress him and you were not going to let this go to waste.

Chan watched you deflate in the corner of the room, he felt terrible for you but he’d be lying though if he said he disagreed with what was said. You were good, great even but you danced like you were just going through the motions, not like you loved what you were doing. It confused him. This didn’t seem like the girl who stayed rehearsing until 2am because she had to be perfect. He watched you fold into yourself for the rest of the groups until they announced the solo evaluations.

They were good, he couldn’t deny that. Between singers and rappers, there was a lot of vocal talent in the room. They moved onto the dancers and he watched your head lift up. Your jaw was clenched and there was a hard look in your eyes. They moved through the list, and many different styles were performed. Between lyrical, contemporary, the stereotypical girl group style. Your name was called last. You stepped into the centre, ignoring the whispers surrounding you.

The speakers came to life and everyone was silenced when ‘Doom Dada’ blared out. Chan watched your face light up and an attitude that he’d never seen before as you moved. It clicked in his head instantly, of course you were going through the motions before it wasn’t even close to being your style of dance. This, right now, you were like a whole other person and the love for what you were doing shone through.

You finished in a low squat with your arms crossed and held eye contact with the staff in front of you. JYP leaned forward with his hands crossed, you held your breath.

“That was exactly what I wanted to see. That is what you’re capable of and I don’t want to see anything less than that ever again.” He stood up, finished with the evaluations and addressed the room. “That is your standard for dancing. Anything below that is not enough.”

“Well, I guess we know who he wanted to see now.” Someone muttered behind Chan. He wasn’t listening though, he’d already stood up and crossed the room to speak to you.

“You didn’t think to mention you can dance like that?”

You were breathing heavily, the weight of what you’d just done beginning to hit you and your body was tiring quickly. “I told you I wanted you to see it with everyone else.”

“I won’t lie, I was worried after the group but that? That was insane Y/N, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You felt your face flush at his compliment. “It’s not that big of a deal.” You brushed him off.

“Nope, forget about waiting on me when I’m producing at night. You’re going to help me learn how to dance like that.” He grabbed your shoulders and started steering you out of the room. “We’re going to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” You didn’t object to the pushing, just let him guide you out.

“Celebrate that my dance evaluations are going to go through the roof now!”

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*Back to the present*

“So that was how we became friends.” Chan finished. “It wasn’t even a question for me when I was told that I could make the group to ask her.”

“I was always surprised that you asked me.” You admitted, shifting in your chair and tucking your knees up to your chest.

“What?!” Chan’s eyes almost popped out his head, you’d never told him that before.

You shrugged. “You were told to form a boy group, it had been so long since you joined that I never even thought you’d fight to make it co-ed.”

Chan was shocked, you’d been the first person on his mind the second he was told he could form his own group. He’d gone back straight away to explain how he couldn’t do it without you, what you’d bring to the group and he’d fight to have you there with him. It had been years and you’d never once mentioned that you had been genuinely surprised that he asked you to do it with him.

He was silent for a moment, thinking of his words carefully. “You were my first friend in 2 years that I knew wouldn’t leave.” He spoke quietly, so quietly that you nearly had to strain to hear him. “I couldn’t imagine doing any of this without you. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You held his eye contact, until the buzzing of the comments was too much to ignore.

I’m actually crying at this

Omg actual soulmates here

Y/N looks like she’s about to cry I can’t cope

If she cries I’ll cry

Forget friendship goals I fully believe they’re in love now

Aww Y/N as a girlfriend would be so cute!!!!

“Nope nope none of that.” You scrolled through. “I’d be a terrible girlfriend to anyone.”

Chan laughed again at that, agreeing with you.

“I’m a workaholic that spends all hours choreographing even on my days off. Never mind when I have a busy schedule full of practicing, touring, interviews. Honestly, I’d be the worst girlfriend. I hope no one ever asks me.” You were completely exposing yourself here and you didn’t care.

Chan looked at you slyly and then back to the camera. “Spoken like the true writer of I Like It.” He teased.

Your jaw dropped and you lunged at him to push him off his chair again while the comments exploded at his words.

[morbidlcve]

strike - n.r

KINKTOBER DAY 1: KNIFE PLAY

word count: 1.2k!!

pairings: natasha x reader

cw: knifeplay, blood play, oral (n), fingering (r), praise, face sitting, biting, heavy make outs (?), please let me know if i’ve forgotten any ..

also requests are open!

an: i’ve literally been gone… college started up again and i’ve been so busy with trying to stay on top of things but i wanted to quickly get this out (if there are any inevitable mistakes, i profusely apologise, i wrote this at 2am)

N.R MASTERLIST || KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Natasha fell backwards onto the bed, peering at you through heated eyes as you crawled on top of her; she thought it cute, you trying to take control. You had been ordered from some guy to take out the red head, how hard could it be? right?

Her eyes flickered down to glance at your lips back up to your eyes, your body felt molten pressed against her with little to nothing on. You got word that the widow would be attending a gala tonight, you tried to look your best, wearing a navy blue spaghetti dress with a glossy two inch heel to run if things got out of hand.

Your lack of clothing made you feel everything, every twitch of her body, the rise and fall of her chest, her twitching fingers on your hips.

You’re quick to press your lips against hers, falling into a rushed heated rhythm between you. Her tongue would dance along your lips, and you would suck it into your mouth languidly, making Natasha groan in response. Her hands come to cup your neck slightly squeezing the sides, sending you spiralling and your eyes rolling back.

“Such a pretty girl” she whispered to you, reaching behind you to unzip your dress, you’re quick to pull the little knife you had stashed on you away and under your thigh whilst the woman is a little preoccupied with looking at you.

“So pretty”, despite your best efforts, a blush splashes onto your cheeks, and your hips involuntarily roll against her abdomen, sighing feeling the dense muscles underneath you.

Her hands trace the sides of your body coming to squeeze at your breasts, rolling your nipples between her fingers.

Sighing you shakily reach for the knife underneath your leg.

You’re quick to press it against the Widow’s neck. “Tell me Natasha, does this get you worked up?” you ask, pressing further into her, seeing a shiny coat of red liquid stream down her throat column.

She smirks, tearing the knife out of your hands, “you’re good, just… not good enough.” Natasha’s quick to flip you over so you’re now situated underneath her, the knife tip being pressed at your chin, as well as her hand cupping your face, holding you to look up at her.

You lose focus, eyes locked on the red that’s drooling down her neck to the middle of her tits, leaning forward, you lick the stripe of blood up to the wound, revelling in the metallic taste that coats your taste buds. Natasha watches you with a sinful look on her face, she can’t even find it in her to be offended that you held her at knifepoint, she’s far too fascinated in the concept of you.

No one has ever had the audacity to try and even get that close to her, and then pull a move like that. If anything, she was impressed. The need for you only grew stronger.

You moan as you pull away from her neck, pressing your chin further onto the blade, coming up to kiss her, the taste lingering in her mouth as your tongue brushes the roof of her mouth. “Fuck it.” she huffs, throwing the knife at the wall, gripping your hands to hold them at the side of your head.

She reaches down to lick and suck and kiss at your neck before attaching her mouth to your nipple, biting ever so slightly, sending a delicious shiver up your spine. The reaction is not lost on her; she smirks, switching over to the other breast to suck and bite at it too leaving you to be a writhing mess beneath her.

Her hands release your wrists coming to feel their way down your body, pulling your hips up slightly to work your skimpy and ultimately ruined underwear off you. “Oh baby, so wet, all for me?” she smiles, running her fingers through your glistening folds, chuckling when she catches your clit and your mouth drops open in a silent moan.

“All this pussy, all for me huh?” she says, working her middle and index finger in circles around your nerves, sending you into an oblivion. “Yes!” Y-Yes all for you.. oh my god” you breathe as she seathes her fingers into your entrance, curling them slightly, just about brushing the sensitive spot within you.

“So perfect,” she sighs, watching your arousal coat her fingers working in and out of you, the sight of you panting and moaning, back arching with the remnants of her blood around your mouth, making her go feral for you.

She hovers back over you coming to lick at the dried blood on your chin, lapping at it whilst her fingers increase their speed inside you assaulting your poor walls. “Fuck Nat! Oh god… It’s s’good.. don’t stop please” you whine bucking your hips up to meet her fingers, licking your way into her mouth, tasting your blood on her lips.

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl? Make a mess on my fingers? Yeah?” she grunts into your ear, licking and sucking at your neck. Her words ignite the fire within you, your body starts to tremble. Only when Natasha brings her hand back down to your drooling cunt and pinches your clit do you lose it.

White hot fire spreads over you as your body convulses, shaking as she works you to the end of your orgasm. Taking her fingers out of your spent pussy, she’s quick to put them in her mouth, licking them clean, tasting you in the process. A guttural moan leaves her throat as her eyes flutter shut; cupping your face she ropes you back to reality.

“There she is,” Natasha chuckles as you open your eyes, you grin, taking a hold of her hips, running your fingertips up and down the smooth skin, you see her shiver and you smirk up at her. Her confusion is quickly replaced with a knowing look as you pull her up to your face.

“Yeah, i’m never letting you go now” she sighs as your tongue glides through her wetness, the sweet taste of her made you groan and press your mouth further into her, your nose bumping against her clit.

“Fuck, taste so good” you mumble against her clit, suckling at it like a mad woman, natasha’s shaking above you, gripping your hair, the pain sending a thrill up your body, spurring you on.

You venture further and gently bite down on her nerves, “Fuck! Oh my god!” she cries out, moaning above you, sweat beads at her forehead as you look up at her smirking.

You quickly replace your mouth with your fingers, your tongue coming to prod at her seeping entrance. You push your tongue in, revelling in the beautiful sounds the woman above you is making. “I’m so close, fucking shit” she grits out pressing her head against the wall, looking down at you.

Your eyes are blissfully shut, working her body like your own instrument, curling your tongue at an insane speed within her as well as circling your fingers on her poor little clit. You feel her walls squeezing your tongue, indicating her approaching orgasm.

Her body goes still as she reaches her high, her grip impeccably tight, you wonder if she’s going to yank your hair out. Her juices flow into your mouth as you lap her up, slowing your pace to work her down from the euphoric bliss.

She climbs off you, coming to lay down next to you, her hand works into yours pulling you into her. “I think your almost as fucked up as me” she whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. You laugh looking up at her, “I might just be.”

i fear this is insane y’all i apologise 🙂‍↕️

[whiskeywinchesters]

i love you,

summary. Y/n goes to flirt up a professor for the case they are working, and things don't go as planned. Dean blames himself.

pairing. DeanXreader

wordcount. 1,688

notes / warnings. car wreak, blood, angst, dissociation

Pt.1? Maybe?

(this is my first fic, pls give me tips! )

Dean.

That’s the one thought that keeps running through my head. I can’t let him lose me too. My head pounds and my ears ring- I look down at my lap and crimson is dripping from my scalp. I bring my shaky hands up to my forehead and can feel a wound. My adrenaline is still pumping I can’t feel the gash yet. I feel around for my phone but can’t find it. I smell the smoke and asphalt. I try and look around but I can barely move my neck. My windshield is a tree. The glass is completely gone. I know I had to spin quite a ways from the highway to end up in the woods. I start to feel tired and have to fight like hell to not fall asleep. I need to get out I think to myself. I try and move but I can't. My legs won't move and I feel so weak. I can feel the consciousness slowly drain from me. My limbs grow heavy and it's hard for me to keep my head up. I close my eyes and can feel myself go limp.

Dean wakes up and rolls over he feels the bed and realizes you still aren't back. He sits up confused. His hair is a mess, he makes a half-asleep displeased face. He glances over at the clock and realizes it's 2am. Somethings not right, you should be here. His heart starts to pound in his chest. He jumps up and starts getting dressed. Frantically grabbing a pair of jeans off the ground and tripping over his feet as he moves around looking for his phone. You were just going to flirt with some professor to get info in a case. There's no way it would take this long. Dean starts to cuss himself for not waking up earlier and realizing you hadn't come home. He sees the lipstick on the mirror and his heart almost stops. “ I love you,” you wrote. God I hope… he wont allow himself to think that. He shakes his head and moves towards the sink. He sees his phone on the counter and immediately dials your number, putting his jacket on in the process. The call won't even go through. It keeps beeping and disconnecting. His heart feels like it's about to explode uts pounding so hard. He feels dread overcome him and his knees feel weak. He bolts out the door, keys in hand.

He gets in the impala and starts the drive the way you would have taken to the university. He dials Sam as he does in hopes he will know something. SAM! Dean yells when the call clicks over. Yeah, what's up? Sam asks groggy and confused from sleep. Please tell me you've heard from Y/n, Dean says breathlessly. He feels like his heart has stopped waiting for Sam's response to will it to beat again. “No, I haven't, why? What's going on? “Sam asks starting to be concerned. Dean presses the gas harder and takes a shaky breath. Something is wrong Sammy. She went to meet with that professor, I fell asleep. God fuck! Dean yells punching the dash. I don't know where she is Sam, Dean says trying to calm himself. “ okay, we will find her. I'm getting dressed right now. I'll go by the university” Sam says in a calm tone. Okay, Dean says back then hangs up the phone. He tosses it in the seat out of frustration. He runs a hand across his face as his eyes burn with unshed tears of anger and fear. Dumbass, he keeps saying that himself. How the fuck do you fall asleep when your woman is out! Fuck he mumbles. Just then a ways up the highway he sees flashing lights. The closer he gets he realizes it's 3 cop cars, a fire truck, and 2 ambulances. There's a black truck across the median that's totaled. He pulls over and gets out. He sees the tire marks that lead off of the pavement into the grass. He swallows hard, silently praying it isn’t you.

He walks over to the police and watches as they shine their lights. He sees the color of the car and knows immediately it’s yours. He takes off running down the hill despite the officer's plea to stop. To his surprise, you're not in the car, but there’s blood. Lots of it. He puts his hand up to his mouth and chokes back what he can’t tell is a gag or a sob. Your car was totaled and there’s no way the caved-in hood didn’t go into your head. He starts to walk up the hill unsure if he’ll even make it. He’s never felt so physically weak from something before. but every ounce of life feels like it has been sucked out of him completely. Where did they take her ? he manages to rasp out pointing to the car. “they flew her to memorial son “ the officer responds. Dean takes no time to thank them. He turns around and darts to the Impala. he knows he probably shouldn’t drive. Hell, he should probably call Sam and tell him what’s happened, but he doesn’t. He gets into his car and drives like hell. he keeps digging his fingernails into the soft of his palms to remind himself he’s real. Everything moves past him in a blur. He feels like an elephant is sitting on his chest but he doesn’t even have the energy to care. All he cares about is getting to you. You had to be life-flighted, that means it’s worse than what it looked like. He reaches over and grabs his phone out of the seat. He dials Sam’s number, his shoulders convulsing as he does so. His teeth chatter

And his voice shakes. “she got life flighted to the memorial” he gets out swallowing hard and he gets the urge to gag. “ oh shit, I’ll meet you there “Sam says and Dean can hear rustling like he’s hurrying. Dean hangs up the phone not having the energy to speak. He pulls into the hospital parking lot unsure of how he even got there. Everything is such a haze. All he knows is he has to get to you. he gets out of the impala and briskly walks into the hospital. His hair is a mess. His face was pale as a ghost. Eyes bloodshot. Hands shaking. A nurse sees him and can tell he’s in distress. She’s an older lady. She walks up to him and puts her hand on his shoulder. Can I help you, sweetie? She asks kindly but concerned. It takes Dean a moment then he looks at her. he takes a breath and runs his hands across his face. Y/N Whitney, my girlfriend. She was life-flighted here. Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. Follow me up here to the desk and we will figure out where she is and I’ll get you to her. The nurse gives him a kind smile and guides him up to the desk. Dean just nods. It only takes her a few seconds and then the nurse and him are on the elevator heading to the ICU.

The ride-up feels like the slowest thing he's ever encountered. Nothing feels real to him at this point. He feels like how he did in 8th grade when Cason Carter let him hit a blunt for the first time. Out of his goddamn body. Like he's watching everything in 3rd person. His face and hands are completely numb. His head is throbbing. He's light headed, weak, and nauseas. All he can do is pray as he reaches the 3rd floor. “Room 223” the nurse says. Dean walks out of the elevator without saying a word. Time itself stands still. 219,220,221, Dean counts. He stops dead in his tracks at 223. He sees through the glass door, you. His throat burns with tears as he sees your state. He can't even will himself to go in. You look tiny compared to the amount of machines they have you hooked up. God damnint dean chokes out. He backs up and leans against the wall. Slowly sliding down it until he sits on the floor. He bows his head and prays through tears.

He doesn't even hear Sam approach him. He feels a firm hand on his shoulder than looks over to see sam. Sam gives him a half supportive smile. Dean just shakes his head with tears in his eyes “ not good, sammy” he chokes. I can't, he chokes out walking away from Sams touch. Dean puts his arms over his head and paces a bit. “Have you went in yet?” sam asks. Dean shakes his head no. “Come on” sam says motioning to the door. Dean moves towards the door then hesitates. Sam takes his hand and shoves him through the door. There you are. Hanging on by a thread. Deans heart twists in his chest. “I love you” the words you wrote is all he can think of.

To be continued….

[bunsreverie]

Bello!! I wrote something for my sister so I thought I’d post it. Zhou Hong enjoyers this is for you

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Zhou Hong had no idea what time it was at this point- 2AM? 3? He rolled his eyes at nothing, and stared down at the stacks of paper that lie spread out on the desk in front of him. As per usual, Zhou Hong only lets out a huff and begins writing and scribbling at the papers, swiftly turning page after page. The workload seemed endless, and just when he’d think that he was almost done, it was as if more and more paperwork would magically appear.

After another hour, only about a fourth of his work is done. Although he was far past done with his required workload, he insisted on getting it all done in one night. Zhou Hong knew he had a long night ahead of him, and he’d anticipate not stopping until he was finished. What he didn’t anticipate however, was a knock at his office door. The Esper Union was normally empty and silent at this time of night, and so he had no idea who it possibly be- the noise had startled him back to his senses and roused him from his half asleep state. “Come in-“ he spoke up, and the door swung open, with you, his favorite coworker and lover standing in the doorway. His exhausted face slightly morphed into a half smile upon seeing you, but he’d frowned again when you began speaking.

“Zhou Hong! What the hell are you doing up this late? What have I told you about working overtime?” You scolded, glaring down at him. You were rather upset with him for overworking himself like this, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity as well to see him in this state. You scanned over him, taking in his dark eye bags and heavy eyelids. “Look at you, you’re hardly even awake. Are you even comprehending what you’re writing?” You questioned, slightly agitated. Instead of getting too defensive, his demeanor changed to that of defeat. As much as Zhou Hong hated being told he was wrong, he couldn’t deny that you were right- he’d felt guilty every time you scolded him for his habitual overachieving tendencies.

“It’s fine-“ He stated, but you’d cut him off. “Do you even know what time it is right now?” “Does it matter? Won’t you let me finish this up, please?” Zhou Hong asks, and yawns. The smell of strong coffee wafts in the air of his office. You sighed and set your bag down, pulling out a chair to sit next to him. You peered down at the heaping pile of paperwork, wondering how in god’s name he planned on getting this done. “You know, I can just take you home and I can stay over, I can make sure you get some sleep.”

Zhou Hong hesitated. He wasn’t even sure if he should accept or ask you to go home. “No thank you- you ought to get yourself to bed, (Y/N).” This just made you even more concerned. You watched him as he turned his attention back to his work and begin writing. “I could say the same for you. You’ve got to get to bed. You’re hardly even awake, how can you expect the quality of your work to be proficient if you’re half asleep?” Zhou Hong stopped writing momentarily and looked at you. He was flattered by your concern, and something he hated more than neglecting his work was saying no to you.

“If I don’t get this done, I won’t be able to sleep anyways. (Y/N), I appreciate your concern, but I am completely fi-“ “No you’re not.” You grabbed at Zhou Hong’s arm, gesturing for him to stand up. He wanted to go with you desperately, but his mind was telling him not to. “The stress of your work is getting to you, I can tell. Won’t you come with me and let’s go to sleep, please?” You pleaded, and your grip on his arm traveled down to his hand, brushing over his knuckles. The gesture finally broke him, and he grinned lazily, patting you lightly on the head. Something he enjoyed doing, considering the height difference between the two of you. He let out a sigh of defeat. “Alright— fine, fine. I’ll take a break for the day, just for you.” You smiled, glad that he finally relented.

Zhou Hong stands from his desk, stretching and yawing a second time. You watch his expression of exhaustion. The sight made you yawn as well- His weariness was contagious. The both of you chuckle. Seeing his mood lighten a bit made you feel a lot better. “You’re tired too, huh? Come on. I’ll take us home.” Zhou Hong walks alongside you, and the both of you get in his car to get home- you’d insist on driving of course, as he was obviously not fit to be behind the wheel.

Half an hour passes, and the both of you arrive at Zhou Hong’s apartment. It was small and slightly cluttered with his work, but you didn’t mind. You’d crashed here plenty of nights where he was working overtime, and this wasn’t near the first time you’d had to drag him home from work to get some rest. Zhou Hong hadn’t even bothered to change his clothes, nor shower, and instead he instantly sunk bonelessly into the plush mattress. You quickly joined him, and he hooked an arm around you and sighed.

His body went limp- there was hardly a point in making pillow talk, because you knew he was already falling asleep. “Goodnight, Zhou Hong.” You brushed a stray hair out of his face, and the smallest smile appeared on his face. He murmured, “Love you, (Y/N). Thanks for taking me home. But you’re making breakfast when we wake up, just so you know.” You laughed softly, and closed your eyes sleepily. “That’s fine. Just go to sleep, and for the love of god stop staying up so late. I thought you were going to pass out.”

Zhou Hong doesn’t say anything and simply nods in acknowledgment, and pulls a blanket over you and then himself. You didn’t mind having to force him to stop working so late and drive him home at 3 in the morning, if it meant sharing moments like this with him. He’d worry about work later, because he’d rather spend his time with you than spend his time working any day.

[mintsturniolo]

let's get out of here (m.s)

matt sturniolo x f!reader

a/n: happy halloween 🎃 this was meant to be more Halloween related but ya'll it's 2am and i have work at 8 so you know. unedited since i literally wrote this in the span of 1 hour

this plot was given to me by @sturniolo04

summary: when you and matt end up on your own during a halloween party, leading you to end up going on a late drive and watching a movie

You wouldn't say you were having the time of your life on the dance floor, but being with your best friend was helping you to have a good time. The music blasted in the background as the two of you danced to your favorite song. You took a sip of the liquor in the red cup you were holding. You noticed a young man across the room watching you. He was with a small group of friends but seemed to be distracted from the conversation they were having. You smiled and gave him a friendly wave. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t figure out how you knew him. “I told you that you’d have fun,” your friend said, interrupting your thoughts.

“What Rebecca?” You asked. “Oh yeah. I am.”

“Ugh,” Rebecca sighed as the two of you made your way to a table in the living room. “I need another drink.”

You lifted up a bottle of tequila. “Shots or no?” you asked curiously.

Rebecca was about to reply when she spotted someone across the room. “Is that Chris?” she asked, drawing your attention to the young man wearing a bomber jacket with a baseball bat resting on his shoulders.

That’s why you recognized the other guy. He was one of the triplets that was always at these parties. You had talked to Matt once or twice, but he was the quiet one, and not much for small talk. “Yeah, that’s him,” you sighed. “Can we not deal with him tonight.”

You couldn’t stand watching Rebecca talk to Chris, knowing how toxic their relationship was. Rebecca glared at you before fixing her hair. “I promise. This won’t take long,” she said. “I just need to ask him something.”

“No. Please don’t leave me here. I didn’t want to come here anyway. Don’t make me be alone,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be fine,” Rebecca told you before walking over to the younger triplet.

You rolled your eyes as you looked around. “Great,” you muttered to yourself.

Parties weren’t your scene, but you enjoyed it as long as you weren’t left on your own. You made your way to the porch to see what everyone was up to. After greeting a few of your classmates, you decided to head back inside and get another drink. You paused when you noticed one of the triplets sitting quietly on the couch looking at his phone. You walked over and smiled. “Hello cowboy,” you said with a small grin. “Matt, right?”

The young man looked up and nodded. “Yeah…” he muttered. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked, taking a sip from the red cup in his hand.

You introduced yourself and sat down beside Matt. It was quiet for a moment before Matt looked at you, taking in the costume you were wearing. “Are you a pirates of the carribean fan?” he asked.

You were about to ask how he guessed, when you remembered what your costume was. You nodded. “My favorite series,” you replied. “What inspired the cowboy costume?”

Matt shrugged, looking down at his own costume. “Honestly, this is all I could come up with,” he replied.

“Well you look good,” You complimented.

Matt blushed slightly, looking at the ground. “My costume last year was better though.”

“Really?” You asked.

You had met him here last year, but you couldn’t remember what he’d been dressed as. Matt nodded. “Count Dracula,” he told you with a smile.

The two of you sat quietly for a couple more minutes as you took in the party scene before you. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. You would have been too if Rebecca hadn’t left you on your own, but you now were more interested in getting to know Matt better. You turned to Matt, noticing he still looked a little uncomfortable. “You want to get out of here?” You asked.

“Where would we go?” Matt asked, clearly eager for a reason to leave the party.

You thought for a moment before shrugging. “A drive around LA sounds nice. Not many people on the roads right now. Maybe something to eat.”

Matt stood up, offering his hand out to you. You accepted and smiled as he led you through the house, to the front door. You spotted Rebecca and Chris on the couch making out and rolled your eyes. You and Matt exchanged glances before making your way to his car.

*time skip *

“So what were your plans tonight?” Matt asked, taking a bite out of his burger. “If you hadn’t come to the party.”

“Watch scary movies and have some popcorn,” you replied. “Pretty lame I guess.”

Matt shook his head as he watched you for a moment. “Those were my plans too,” he said.

You smiled up at him. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” you asked, using your best ghostface impression.

“I know a lot of people don’t like it, but The Nun is one of my favorites,” Matt laughed. “I take it by the way you asked that question that the Scream franchise is one of your favorites?”

You nodded, as you looked out the window. “Not the entire franchise of course. I don’t know what the point of the fourth one was,” you told Matt. “Worst one in my opinion.”

“That was the one with the girl’s cousin or niece right?” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” You replied.

“Definitely the worst in the franchise then,” Matt agreed. “It’s the only one I haven’t rewatched,” Matt explained.

Matt rested against the headrest, staring out at the city in front of them. The view from this parking lot had always been his favorite. You looked up at him and noticed that he was glancing at you. “What are you thinking?” You asked.

“A movie doesn’t sound too bad,” he muttered. “We could go back to my place. Make some popcorn and watch some good halloween movies. I don’t know.”

You took his statement into consideration before agreeing. Neither of you wanted to go back to the party, and you clearly had the same taste in movies.

*time skip*

You were surprised when you saw the size of the house Matt shared with his brothers. You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t this. Matt lead you up the stairs of the entryway, and into the living room. The two of you made your way into the kitchen, still debating what the best movie to watch would be as Matt looked for where they kept the popcorn. He held up two boxes as he turned to you. “What are we thinking? Caramel or salted?”

“Caramel of course,” you replied, earning a smile from him.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he said as he opened the box.

When the two of you had finished up in the kitchen, you got settled on the couch, turning on the tv. “I haven’t watched the newest Conjuring movie,” you blurted out, earning a raised eyebrow from Matt.

“Seriously? You have to watch it, if only to see how bad it is compared to the rest of the movies,” Matt insisted. “Only if you want to of course.”

“Well now I have to watch it so I can know what it is we don’t like about it,” You said with a smile. “Party doesn’t end for a couple of hours anyway, so they won’t be back for a while.”

A grin spread across Matt’s face as he clicked on the movie.

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[all2angels]

DOIN' TIME | ms. way x reader

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away xD!? orginal ask sent said secretary but i changed it to boss position bc it was hotter in my head but def let me know if y'all want a secretary one!!

warnings: AFAB READER but gender neutral throughout, cnc, inappropriate workplace, dom!gerard way, she/her pronouns for gerard. there's also gon be a few grammar mistakes (wrote dis at 2am)

You enter the office building, running a few minutes late. Rushing to the elevator, you didn’t even notice your boss get in the same elevator as you. It took for you to take a few deep breaths to notice her, standing with perfect posture and holding her briefcase with both her hands placed in front of her. You hold your breath, now feeling a little embarrassed. 

“L/n,” Gerard speaks unexpectedly breaking the awkward silence between you. You look over at her, noticing she still has her sunglasses on and iconic gloves on. “I’d like to speak to you in my office later. Come over when you’re settled in. And please, for the love of God knock first.” 

The elevator doors opened just when she ended her sentence. You got off, walking slower to make sure she’d go in before you. You swallowed the lump that formed inside your throat. 

As you walk to your cubicle, you settle down some of your stuff and mentally prepare for what is about to go down in her office. Despite Ms. Way’s calm appearance, she had a demon inside of her that was terrifying when it came out. You’ve seen her scream at some of your co-workers when their work wasn’t up to her standards, you were worried you were going to be the next victim of this. Other than that, you were worried you were going to get fired since you haven’t been performing that well. 

You nervously walked over to her office, palms sweaty but you tried to keep a cheerful workplace smile. You knock three times and open her door. “G… Good morning…!” you stutter, mentally cursing yourself for seeming so nervous already. 

Ms. Way asks you to take a seat on the chair in front of her desk, but she doesn’t take a seat on hers. She notices your nervousness and feels how tense you are. “You’re shaking, dear…” she whispers, her voice low. “And I need you- to relax.” she gently places her hand on your shoulder, and her gloved hand goes down to undo the buttons of your blouse. 

You breathe heavily, frozen in place. This is wrong. This is not allowed, this is inappropriate. But you didn’t stop her, no, you wanted to desperately please your boss. 

After she removes your blouse, she takes your arm and pulls you up so that you’ll stand, you follow. She then pushes you to sit on her desk, ordering you to lie down. You do as you’re told. 

“So tense, you gotta loosen up, baby.” baby. Oh god, you could orgasm just by her voice. Her covered hand moves down to your core. She teases you through your underwear and you hear her chuckle at the way you squirm at her touch. She carefully removes her underwear. 

"Ms- Ms. way..." you beg. You don't even know what you're begging for, for her to touch you, or for her to stop? Because you didn't want to get caught like this, especially since it seemed too easy to get caught through the gaps in the curtains of her windows. 

Her gloved thumb starts to tease your sensitive clit, and you flinch. You whine, wanting more sensation, more stimulation. She smirks down at you, finally giving you what you want and inserting two of her covered fingers in your core. The gloves made it easier to slide it, but it also made it feel that much fuller. You hold onto the edges of her desk, holding in a moan as you feel her start to pump her fingers in you and play with your breasts. 

Her fingers move faster, you feel your body start to build up. You beg for her, whispering praises of how good you feel, and how incredible your boss is to allow you to feel this way until you come undone on her fingers with a loud whimper. You try to catch your breath, holding onto her arm for dear life. She gives you a soft kiss before picking up your underwear and tossing it to her bottom drawer. 

"that'd be all," she says, shoo-ing you away from her office. 

[vamp4kaulitz]

Bill k. X Reader w/ Thunder thighs? HC pls,or imagine whatever you want really (DO NOT FEEL PRESSURED,YOU NEED SLEEP,YOU NEED TO EAT,AND MAKE SURE YOU READ ENOUGH FANFIC)

BILL KAULITZ X GN! READER W THUNDER THIGHS HCS

pairing: bill kaulitz x gn! reader

hika🕷️:: TYSMM FOR THE REQUEST MLLL!! I will make sure I’m taking care of myself, I love you smm💞!! sorry i haven’t been posting- i lowk dont know what to write😢. lol it’s 2am rn. psa 6/21; yes i am black and im aware i wrote this on Juneteenth.

SFW

i feel like bill is a thigh guy and he would LOVE your thighs sm. i mean he would always have this hands on your thighs, he would just be the touchy lil guy he is.

he’d definitely help rub coconut oil on them<3 this man loves helping you out, especially because he loves feeling your soft skin.

if you feel insecure about them, he would reassure you and kiss all over them. bill would kiss and nip at your thighs, whispering praises.

if you ever decided to get rid of them by working out, he’d be a bit but he would always be there to support you(such a good boyfriend)

would DEFINITELY use your legs as pillows. bill would stuff his face between your things 24/7. if not, he would rub and kiss them without a care in the world.

if someone points out your thighs in a negative way, best believe this man is THROWING HANDS!! how could someone talk about his precious baby like that? especially in front of him? hes not letting any insult go unheard.

“the fuck did you just say? why don’t you mind your own fucking business and leave them alone!” he shouted at them loudly, not caring who looks.

“say one more fucking thing and i will knock your teeth out.” he spat and grabbed your hand and walked away<33

if you ever ranted on how you hate your thighs, he’d be right by your side, listening to you. he would comfort you no matter what.

“i just hate my things, they are so annoying..!” you sobbed out and bill hugged you tightly.

“im sorry you feel that way baby. your unique, always remember that okay?”

NSFW (skip if uncomfortable)

oh gosh where can I even start? he would leave all types of hickeys all over them.

while eating you out, he would push them apart and squeeze them while he worked his way with you, demanding you to not close your legs.

“keep these beautiful legs spread for me, liebe.”

oh my gosh SIT ON HIS FACE PLSS. he downright begs for it, not caring if he seems desperate, that’s because he is.

“please please please schatz i want you to sit on my face!!” he whined as he begged and begged.

“but my thighs bill- what if they squish you or run out of breath?” you pouted. he didn’t care if he couldn’t breath after.

after some convincing you’d give in. he was like a happy kid who’s parent got them what they wanted from the store.

“fine fine fine! ill sit on your face, you happy?” you groaned and he smiled so widely. “i promsieee it’ll feel so good!” he said excitedly.

you didn’t put your full weight on him because you were scared of squishing him with your thighs. you lowered yourself on him, but not fully.

“i said, put your full weight on me.” he said and gripped your thighs and pushed you down on his face. you moaned loudly as his tongue skillfully moved against you, his tongue piercing feeling so so good.

You came so hard that you could’ve sworn you saw stars. You pulled off his face and he wiped his mouth and smirked.

“told ya you’d like it.” he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

hika🕷️:: i wrote this in one sitting goodbye..also requests are finally open sooo send me your horny stuff you lil goobers!! remember NOT to cross my rules!!

[mitsuristoleme]

You Are In Love

cw: situationship with geto, uhh i dont really know?? lmk if i should add something here

a/n: inspired from You Are in Love (Taylor’s Version), wrote this in 30 minutes flat, little to no proofreading, hope yall like this

You don’t know what led to you and your best friend (‘hes your boyfriend’ shoko would insist) curled up on your living room couch, lights off, cuddled up to each other, doom scrolling on your phones.

You turn to him giggling, excited to show him the adorable video of a cat wearing sunglasses you’ve seen that reminds you all too much of Satoru. When you look up, hes staring at you. Theres this look on his face that you can’t really read. If you ask him about it, he wont know either.

Time passes awfully fast when you both are hanging out. You both film each other when you think the other isnt watching. Playing it back at 3AM, you feel a strange giddiness in you. A clip of you buttoning up Suguru’s coat, Satoru making a joke that nobody really hears.

You drive around at midnight, for snack runs when neither of you seem to get any sleep. You stop by his favourite cafe and get some coffee. You sit there enjoying each others company. Suguru is painfully aware of the necklace he gave you shining under the cafe lights. He doesn’t know what to do with himself in these moments.

He says “hey, look up,” when you’re walking out and laughs when you’re blinded from the glare of the lights. You brush against him and you both stiffen.

The drive home is quiet, not awkward but comfortable silence. He decides to spend the night at your apartment. The lights are out when you get back. You stumble over yourselves trying to switch the lights back on.

And for the first time, you think.

You are in love.

You end up at his house one Sunday. You try to make breakfast and then he walks in. Bare torso, grey sweatpants. The toast burns that morning. You’re wearing his shirt and he thinks he might die. He holds you that morning and promises to never let go. And you trust him. For once, you let go of your fears and insecurities.

You walk next to each other on the sidewalk, laughing and sharing kisses. Feeling so full of happiness you felt like floating.

Theres fights too. A screaming match about Amanai Riko. You don’t get why he would sacrifice his life for a girl. You leave. He catches you at the door. You talk. He promises you never have to be insecure around him. You’re it for me, he promises.

He shoots up at 2AM the next night, his expression strangely unreadable after months of being able to read him like a magazine. “You’re my best friend,” he states abruptly. You continue looking at him, your expression soft. You coax him back to bed, kissing his shoulder softly.

He is in love.

Its been years.

You got married. Satoru his best man, Shoko your maid of honour. He keeps your picture in his office at jujutsu tech. You know you would fight the world for him. He would start and end wars for you.

You feel his love, driving back home, a fond smile on his face, his hand on your thigh.

You are in love.

True love.

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[noodlesoup1819]

HI NOODLE MY LOVE :D IT’S ME :D morning meds and matcha lattes please!!!

What's this?? THE MOST AMAZINGLY TALENTED WRITER I KNOW INTERESTED IN MY FICS???? Impossible. Thank you for the interest!! 🫶🥹

mornings meds and matcha lattes is a fluffy little sigskk focused continuation of It's not normal (but you are) that I wrote for bsd disability week last year featuring an aroace agender sigma who has endometriosis

Here's a snippet:

“Do you…” “…hmm…in a minute…” Sigma was warm. He felt nails lightly scratching at his scalp as hands played with his hair. “…they’re gonna be mad if you guys are late…” “Sigma-kun is very forgiving~” Sigma had been awake for a while in the middle of the night. Chronic illness didn’t care whether you had anything to do that day or the next. It didn’t care when it was 2am and Sigma would rather be doing literally anything else besides pace around the living room waiting for the aching in their abdomen to pass. “…hmm…” Sigma groaned as he peeled his eyes open, “…what time is it?” “Doesn’t matter,” came the immediate reply. “How’re you feeling this morning?" Sigma rolled into the redhead’s arms and tucked their face into the crook of his shoulder. “Better. Not perfect, but better.” “I wish you’d tell one of us when you’re feeling sick.” Chuuya had found her pacing in circles when he came home from a late mission. It was always worse to stay still when the pain set in, but the constant movement made it hard to get the things that helped. It wasn’t exactly easy to open a bottle of painkillers or get a glass of water when you’re hobbling in circles trying to stay upright. But. Chuuya often worked at night, not coming home until early in the morning. And Dazai got bad enough sleep as it is. If he’s actually asleep at night, Sigma doesn’t want to wake him. “My body hates me far too often for me to ask you guys to take care of me every time it starts screaming.” They felt Dazai scoot closer and wrap his arms around their waist “But Sigma! If you wake me up, I have an excuse to come in to work late!” “Yeah right, like you feel the need to give excuses.” Sigma rolled their eyes. “What time is it anyway? I’m sure you’ve used this as an excuse to sleep in later than you should already.” “But Sigma-chan! Are you sure you’re feeling up to work? We could stay home all day if you need to! Kunikida-kun won’t even yell at us.” “Kunikida-san wouldn’t yell at us because he knows I wouldn’t skip work for no reason. Which is exactly why we’re getting up.” Chuuya ran his hands through Sigma’s hair one last time before pulling back to let them sit up. Dazai on the other hand, had become a human octopus determined to weigh them down. “Noooo! Sigma-chan, betrayal.”

why is this literally the softest thing I've ever written??? I haven't touched this since sometime last year but I think I have to pick this back up at some point when I have the time.

Thanks so much for the ask!!!! 💖

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Best Friends or Lovers?- John Frusciante

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summary: you’ve had feelings for your best friend for a while, but attending one of his shows deepened them. what happens when you finally confess backstage?

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: i wrote this at like 2am and reread it for mistakes around 3:30am so pls bare with me if there’s spelling mistake 😭

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i watched my best friend on stage, looking like he’s cumming as he plays his guitar. least to say, i was mesmerized. his beauty was captured in the perfect way by many things. his sweat slicked hair stuck to his face, the straps to his overalls slightly falling off his toned shoulders and the bright stage lights complemented him perfectly. the way he parted his mouth and furrowed his brows had me feeling some way. well, it powered the way i was feeling towards him even more. i felt like every other fan girl of his, thirsting over the way he expresses himself while playing, but i honestly couldn’t blame them.

i knew the band was reaching towards the end of their show, all of them covered in sweat. i mentally cursed myself at the feeling deep down in my stomach, guilty of how i feel about my best friend. i wished to go to the bathroom and freshen up but being right up front prevented me from doing so. after two more songs they finally ended their show, thanking everyone for attending. i stood in the same spot for a bit, waiting for the place to empty out before heading backstage.

i reach in my pocket for some pass i was given to flash to security so no hassle would happen over me trying to “trespass”. the blank white walls was all i saw as i made my way to his dressing room, carefully reading the signs so i wouldn’t walk in on anyone else. i scan the handwritten sign taped to the white door in front of my eyes.

‘john frusciante’

i quietly knock on the door, stomach doing flips as i picture his sweaty self opening the door. and that’s exactly what i saw. he grinned brightly at my presence, his strong chest slicked with sweat.

“i thought you’d get lost.” he joked, walking back towards the couch in his room.

“i honestly thought i was for a sec.” i laugh back, walking in and closing the door behind me.

“how’d you enjoy it?” he wiped the sweat off his neck with a hand towel.

“eh, it was okay.” i lie.

“staring at anthony too long kinda ruined it, huh?” he joked.

the joke caught me off guard as i let out a laugh.

“you read my mind, they should have you in the front.” i suggest, sitting down next to him.

“nah, seeing my beauty is a privilege.”

i nod in agreement, so lucky to be close with him.

“i saw you kinda spaced out towards the end, anything to share?”

“huh? oh, nah nothing to report. just thought some…thoughts.”

“oooo, who’s the lucky guy?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“what? what makes you think it was like that?” my nerves began slowly rising.

“that pause you did indicates it was about a guy. since i’m your best friend i’m obligated to know who’s on your mind.”

“no way, i’m not saying.” i awkwardly chuckle, hoping he’d leave it alone.

but knowing john, he won’t. and that’s exactly what he did.

“oh come onnnn, pleaseeee.” he began leaning on me.

i try to shove him off but he put his dead weight on me, head sliding down to eventually rest in my lap.

“please?” he pouts and attempts puppy dog eyes.

“no.”

“why not? i tell you stuff like that.”

“against my will.” i lightly laugh, trying to distract him.

“is it one of my band mates? please don’t tell me it’s anthony.” he quickly sits up at the thought of me thinking about anthony like that.

“what? no, it’s not your band mates.” i immediately shake my head.

“describe him then.”

“i literally hate you.”

“i think you absolutely love me.” he cheekily smiles.

he gives me a pressuring puppy dog eye look that works this time. i sigh in defeat, guessing that it’s better to tell him now rather than having me awkwardly bring it up later on.

“he has this gorgeous facial bone structure. his hair is an absolutely beautiful color, complimenting him wonderfully. his body is sculpted in a way you’d never think would be possible. i hate when his eyes look at me, they’re breathtaking and they make me feel like i’m on fire. his touch is so delicate when he doesn’t mean to be. his fingers are a blessing, crafted to move in an articulate way to match the way he does what he does for a living. the way his mind works is crazy to me, his words like addicting honey that stick me to him forever. i hate thinking of him like this but it’s hard not to.” i spit out.

the entire time i stared at the floor, fingers playing with one another. i’m self conscious of his eyes on me, no emotion on his face as he dissects my words in his brain. as each silent second goes by, i panic even more. i immediately start cursing myself out mentally, why did i say that shit? i open my mouth to apologize but he cut me off.

“what a lucky man..” his eyes dug into mine.

“d-do you not know who i’m talking about?”

i’m well aware i never mentioned him directly but i thought he’d somehow get it.

“no? should i know?” he furrows his eyebrows.

i mutter a soft ‘fuck’ and i put my face into my hands.

“but what i know is that i’m a very lucky man.”

“you suck.” i roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“is that how you really feel about me? please be honest.”

“everything i said was as honest as i can be, johnny. i’ve been feeling like this for a while but i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. i love you so much and i don’t want to lose you.” i lift my head up to look at him.

more silence filled the room as i wait for his answer. before i could even react, he practically lunges towards me. his big hands grabbing my face to hold it as his lips met mine. my eyes widen in complete shock, is he really kissing me?

it took me a bit to realize what was happening for me start kissing back. my eyes slowly close as made out. my hands slowly snaked their way to his head, one pressing against the back of his neck and the other on his cheek. he slowly started to guide me to lay down, holding himself up with his arm. i imagined how it would feel to kiss john but i never knew it’d feel so blissful. my entire body buzzed with adrenaline, heart rate probably being a crazy number. his lips were so soft and plump, moving perfectly with mine. i go to run my fingers through his brown hair, tugging at it slightly.

“fuck.” he muttered against my lips.

before anymore kissing could happen, he pulled away. his lips even more plump and red from kissing, quick pants escaping from them.

“do you want to do this? i-i didn’t want to force you to do this, i’m sorry.” a worried look prominent on his face.

“of course i do. i want this. i want you.”

he quietly groaned out at my words, not wasting any time to kiss me again. i go to touch his torso, my fingers dance against his hot skin. feeling him like this, so intimately, just provoked that feeling in my stomach even more. my brain couldn’t form any words for me to say so i just whine into our kiss.

“you trying to ask for something? use your words.” he breathes out.

“please…now..” i hate how i’m already wrapped around his finger but let’s be honest, i’ve always been.

“you want me now? can’t wait even a few minutes. so needy..” he trails his kisses down my neck.

he stays there, marking me to show every guy that i’m taken. i think? i was too caught up in my thoughts that i didn’t notice he began taking off my shirt. the fabric trailing over my face snapped me back into reality. my odd choice of a raunchy bra for today paid off, his eyes focused mainly on my chest. the feeling of his hands groping my boobs caused my heart to beat faster, which i don’t think is even possible at the rate it’s at.

he messaged my boobs as he went back to biting, sucking and kissing my neck. i moaned out, back arching which made me feel his boner poking my thigh. i subconsciously began rubbing against his overall jeans, attempting to pleasure him. he lets out a throaty moan, his grip on my boobs hardening. he pulled away from my chest and stood up. i watched as he unclipped his overalls, letting them fall to his ankles to reveal his white boxers. a very visible white spot was the first thing i noticed on the boxers.

“are you able to take off your clothes? or is the adrenaline stopping you?” it was like he knew exactly how i was feeling.

i shook my head before reaching back to unclip my bra. i sat up and let it fall to my lap, grabbing it to throw it on top my previously discarded shirt. john’s hand tried to sneakily grope himself through his boxers at the sight of my bare chest but i notice quickly. i bit my lip knowing that he’s hard because of me. i go to unbutton my jeans, shimmying them down my legs.

“god, like i said, i’m such a lucky man.” he eyes me.

at the same time, we both pulled the last pieces of clothing off and threw them on the floor. john climbed back on top of me, his lips back on mine. completely naked, bare skin touching as we made out was definitely not how i imagined this night to end. my fingers ended up in his hair again, tugging harder than before. he very obviously loved when i did since he’d moan every time.

“you ready?” he rested his forehead on mine.

“have been.”

he grabbed his dick, aligning it perfectly with me. one last kiss to my lips is what he did before slowly sliding inside me. a long, low moan escapes his mouth as he felt me. i moan out at the stretching he was doing, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“faster, please john..” i beg.

he needed no more words from me as he started to thrust. at first he carefully thrusted, watching me to see if i’d get hurt but after noticing that i’m fine he went faster. the couch creaked and moved with every thrust, probably scratching the floor.

i gripped his body, hands roaming all over place not knowing where to stay. at one point i pushed his head back to me and connected our lips. our tongues fought for dominance, exploring one another’s mouth. one of his arms held him up as he thrusted harder, the other playing with my boob. everything felt so right, like this was meant to be. i wished i confessed to him earlier, imagining how it would’ve felt to be so close to him like this sooner.

we’re both well aware how loud we’re being, not a single care in the world crossed our minds. john wanted everyone to hear us, to know that no one else is making me feel as good as he his. for everyone to know that he’s so hooked to me and only me. little to my knowledge, john’s always loved me. also not wanting to ruin our relationship, he kept quiet about his feelings and desires. but today he got quite lucky at my sudden confession. he grabbed onto the cushion tightly as the feeling in his abdomen began tightening.

“fuck i’m close, baby.” he moaned.

i whine out at the pet name. he abandoned my boob and moved his hand down to my clit, rubbing it to fasten my orgasm. i gasp out in pleasure, damn near pornographic moans spewing out my mouth.

his “trick” worked as i felt the coil in my stomach tighten. i only hum out to signal him that i was close. he understood and went harder and deeper. i tighten around him, which caused him to cum quickly. he spat out ‘fuck’s as he came, hips stuttering as he tried to keep going to get me to cum. his eyes squeezed shut at his sore dick still thrusting inside me, pushing his cum deeper inside. that definitely was not intentional. seeing john in such a state made me reach my peak, moaning out his name over and over as i came all over his cock. the feeling of me cumming all over him caused him to cum once more. he slowed down his thrusts before coming to a stop, collapsing onto my chest from exhaustion.

i lay there to catch my breath, his hot breath fanning over my collarbone. i reach to kiss the top of his head, even going to stroke his hair.

“you did so good.” i whisper in his ear, kissing it afterwards.

“i love you.” he hugged me tightly.

“i love you too, johnny.” a huge smile forming on my face.

“can we go home? i’m tired.” he mumbled.

“alright, get up and i’ll help you get dressed.”

he sluggishly pulled himself out of me and sit up on the couch.

“you should be doing this.” i joke at the fact that i’m taking care of him after.

he starts to get up but i was quick to push him back down.

“i’m kidding.”

i wobbly stand up and grab the hand towel he used earlier. the ticklish feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of me made me grimace, and also reminded me to get a plan b. i clean myself off first then moved over to him. he hissed at the contact but got over it quick. i put my undergarments on before i grabbed his boxers, lifting them up his legs.

“you need to work with me here, john. sit up please.”

he lifted his hips up and sat back down once the boxers were on. i pull him up and off the couch so i could put the overalls back on, even going far to clip them back on.

“can i help you? it’s the least i could do.” he grabbed my shirt.

“go ahead.”

after helping me with my clothes, we both made ourselves look decent.

“so, what are we?” i heard him ask.

“best friends?” i nervously say.

i wasn’t too sure on how he felt about me, even though we just fucked. and he also said he loves me but i need more confirmation.

“what about lovers? i like that better.”

“are you asking what i think you’re asking?”

“yes ma’am. y/n, would you wanna be my girlfriend? i love you more than anything in the world and i’d be the happiest man on earth.”

“even more than guitars?”

“what?”

“you love me more than guitars?” i smirk, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“hmm, you should know better than to ask that.” he jokes.

“oh fuck you.” i laugh and push him away.

“i’m kidding, obviously more than guitars.”

“i believe you. but let’s get going cause now i’m getting tired.” he laughs at my words.

he grabs his guitar case and other belongings before walking up to the door. i held it open for him, following behind him. he snaked his arm around my waist as we walk back to my car.

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Ghost of You

@otto-troy idk Tyler origin story?? Let me know what you think. Also I wrote this at like 2am so please excuse any misspellings or mistakes lol this also ran away from me lol, sorry it’s long

Laurel was stood at the car with a few others looking over the map of the area listening to the talking that went on between Morgan and the leader of the small group they been traveling with for a few days, almost a week now. Joshua was his name. Lyn and Morgan had come across his group while they traveled and well Morgan thought it would be a good idea for Laurel to socialize for awhile, considering...well considering everything that had happened. Lyn thought it was a shit idea. She was better, but she was still constantly on edge and she hated being around people considering the one person she wanted to be around wasn't there anymore. But they had offered a tent to her and one for Morgan as well, so it was nice to sleep someplace nice. Joshua had a moving caravan that his people traveled with and they would settled in a place for a few days like they were doing now. Currently they were trying to divide up the places to scout out and search for supplies while the rest of the camp rested. Lyn had volunteered not being very good at sitting still.

Her hair was still cut short, a little shorter than her shoulders. Enough for her to braid it back or put it up in a small ponytail. She wore her leather jacket, with black jeans and her boots. Her machete at her side, a pistol on her belt.

"I'll take that area." Lyn said pointing to a town near the map, it was small, should be easy to scout and bring back anything she could find, "I can leave now and get there and back before nightfall." She glanced at Morgan who nodded gently.

"I'll go with you." A voice spoke up from the other side of Joshua and Laurel raised her eyes, looking at the tall blonde male. She internally groaned but held her breathe a bit. It was Tyler. He was around her age, taller than her, although not taller than Troy was. But he was perhaps a bit bigger than the Otto. Tyler had been hanging around Laurel a lot since she and Morgan first joined the group, Lyn didn't know why and she didn't really care. She just wanted him to stop. She avoided him at any cost, often resorting to eating in her own tent, or just getting up early in the morning and getting to any chores to help with so she would be busy and Tyler wouldn't bother her. But the man was persistent, taking any chance to be around her, sitting next to her at the fire, helping her with things. Laurel had told him to get lost several times but, well he hadn't seem to understand the message.

"I'll be fine." Lyn said matter of factly before grabbing a walkie form the hood of the car and tucking it into her belt, "it'll be faster if I go alone."

"We don't know the area." Tyler pointed out, looking at Laurel with blue eyes, "it would be safer if we go together, in case you get hurt."

A scoff left Laurels lips as she stared at Tyler staring at him in annoyance, "I won't get hurt, believe me. I'll be fine." Although before either of them spoke again Joshua did.

"We go out in pairs." The leader said firmly as Laurel clenched her teeth, out of annoyance and also to keep herself from saying something stupid. She mumbled a quiet fine and grabbed the map, folding it up and shoving it into her pack before taking off in the direction of the town not waiting for Tyler. He would only want to strike up a conversation and in those moments, Laurel finally understood Troy's urge to shove people to walkers. Lyn heard Tyler jog to catch up with her and fall into step beside her as he swung his pack over his shoulder. Laurel just kept walking, ignoring any attempts Tyler made at talking, not responding. He was talking, but Lyn wasn't listening, he was just white noise at this point.

"Hey Lyn." Tyler's voice finally broke through as he grabbed at her shoulder. Laurel came to a stop and whirled around, jumping at his touch, quickly pushing his hand away. Tyler held his hands up, "hey." He said softly, "are you okay?"

"What?" Lyn blinked staring at him, trying to remember anything he has said in the last half hour or so.

"I asked if you were okay." Tyler said softly and lowered his hands, "you haven't said anything this entire walk." He looked at her in concern. Laurel sighed and shook her head, glancing around, watching their surroundings, "so?"

Tyler gave a short shrug, "I just...well I just wanted to check if you were okay." He looked over her, and Lyn felt something knot inside her. She hated the way Tyler looked at her. He wasn't exactly subtle about it. It mirrored the way Troy looked at her, but it wasn't the same, and it never felt the same.

"I'm fine." Laurel said dryly and turned to keep walking, "what were you saying?" Tyler took a moment before following her.

"I was asking where you were from." The taller man said with a light shrug, "don't really know much about you. Thought we could get to know one another better since it seems like you and Morgan might be sticking around." Laurel groaned internally but she knew if she didn't at least chime in Tyler would just keep bugging her.

"I'm from California." Lyn finally answered after a moment, "I grew up in Irvine, and then moved to Santa Clara when I was around sixteen."

"Why'd you move?" Tyler asked without missing a beat. Resigning her fate of having a conversation with Tyler during this run.

"My mom got remarried and we moved in with my step-dad." Laurel replied as she reached into her bag, pulling out the map to check their surroundings. They were closer now, and so far they hadn't run into any trouble which was good. Maybe things would be easy and they could get in, find supplies and get out. The rest of the way Tyler had insisted on asking her questions about her life, her childhood whatever the hell he could think of. Lyn gave minimal answers, not going into detail and steering away from...certain aspects of her childhood. Eventually the two finally reached the town and went about looking through the stores. So far they hadn't found anyone, living or dead, but had found some supplies here and there.

Currently the pair were in a general store, or what used to be one. Tyler had found a stash of some cans he was loading into his pack while Laurel was searching the small pharmacy for anything useful, one never knows what one might find, so she still checked even though the store looked pretty picked over.

"Find anything?" Tyler called.

Laurel picked up a container and began to dig through it, "not yet. It's pretty empty back here." She sighed and began searching the shelves. There were a lot of empty packages and expired medicine. She moved to the back counter, opening up some cupboards, grabbing at some bottles of pills. Penicillin, that was always helpful. Her head turned as she heard a sound, although before she could react a walker was on top of her. Laurel let out a yelp as she slammed back against the ground, pushing back against the walkers shoulders as it snarled and lunged at her. Lyn grunted looking for her machete, but she couldn't see it...She looked back up at the walker, looking at its teeth. Struggling to bite into her...maybe she should let it? If the creature got to her neck...well she would be dead in seconds. In a matter of seconds she would be back with him. Her eyes would close and finally when they opened again they would see him. It was just a few seconds when her breathe slowed and she seemed more calm, debating her choices.

Although before she could choose how to react, the walker had a knife in its skull, and died. Laurel’s breath left her lips in a rushed breath. She was hauled to her feet so quickly it almost made her dizzy. Tyler had her by the arms, talking to her, checking her for bites but her ears were ringing as she just stared at the walker.

“Hey, hey,” Tyler said urgently, placing a hand on Laurels cheek, forcing her to look at him, “are you okay?” He asked firmly.

Lyn felt the emotions bubbling up in her chest, and she felt the sting of the tears that began to gather in her eyes. She didn’t speak just nodding as she fought the urge to cry.

“It’s okay,” Tyler said with a relieved breath and quickly pulled Lyn into a hug. Holding her tight as he repeated the phrase, “it’s okay” several more times. Laurel closed her eyes and hug onto him for a moment letting out soft sobs as she cried into his shoulder. The tears and emotions too much to hold in for the moment as she sobbed. Tyler held her close, mumbling soft words to her hair while he listened to her cry. He kissed the top of her head slowly, then down to her cheek briefly. Finally he pulled away from Lyn for a moment when her sobs had subsided and stared at her for a moment. Then without missing a beat he placed a hand on her cheek, sliding her fingers into her hair before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers in a rather deep kiss.

Laurel surged backwards immediately, backpedaling into the wall behind her. Her eyes wide with shock, although the shock quickly turned to anger, “what the fuck!” She hissed and surged forward shoving Tyler back and storming past him out of the shop. She heard Tyler calling for her but she ignored him and just kept walking wanting to her as far away from him as possible.

Tyler and Laurel made the walk back to camp in silence. Lyn didn’t want to look at him, and thankfully Tyler had kept his distance and kept his mouth shut. That was until they were closer to camp. Lyn could see their camp as they walked through the forest. Then she felt Tyler grab her arm and turn her towards him. She pulled her arm away from his, staring at him.

“What?” Lyn demanded, her tone sharp and annoyed.

“What happened back there?” Tyler asked gently, “I mean…”

Laurel raised an eyebrow, “what happened back there? You kissed me!” She hissed, “and you’re lucky I didn’t break your nose.”

Tyler let out a laugh a disbelief, “yes I kissed you. And you ran away like I was on fire or something. So I kissed you. What was wrong with that?”

“I’m married.” Lyn said firmly, her tone darkening as she glared at Tyler, “you know that.”

“I know you were married. Two years ago.” Tyler insisted stepping closer to Laurel, “come on, you can’t tell me your still holding a torch for someone whose been dead for that long” He shook his head with a laugh, “I mean, come on. You can’t have a relationship with a ghost.”

“Fuck you,” Lyn said softly, her voice low and dark as she stared up at Tyler, “you don’t know the first thing about me. Or him.” She turned to leave but Tyler caught her hand again.

“I know you can’t be alone forever.” Tyler said firmly, his grip on her wrist tighter this time so she couldn’t pull away.

“Let me go,” Lyn warned shaking her head, “I mean it Tyler. Let. Me. Go.” She swallwoed but he didn’t.

“We can be something.” Tyler said, staring at her, “you don’t have to be alone. You can be with me. I mean the guy is dead. It’s time to get over it.” He tugged her closer in one swift movement and leaned in as if he meant to kiss her again. Although this time Laurel reacted quicker. She shoved him back, ripping her hand from his grasp and then the next moment, she swung at him. Her fist connecting to his nose with a harsh smack.

Tyler stumbled back holding his nose, “what the hell?!” He exclaimed paining lacing his voice.

“What the hell?!” Laurel echoed his words before surging forward and hitting at Tyler again, not exactly punching him, but hitting him with her hands, “what the hell was that?! What the hell were you doing?! What the fuck?!” She demanded as she kept yelling and hitting him. Tyler let out grunts of pain, trying to grab her arms to get Lyn to stop hitting him but she wouldn’t it. Just hitting and yelling at him. Soon enough, their altercation attracted more of the camp and Morgan and Joshua with a few others ran over.

Laurel yelled while Morgan pulled her off of Tyler. Joshua and a few others had rushed over as well trying to figure out what happened. All of them, staring at Lyn as if she was some sort of animal. Lyn continued to cry and yell, struggling against Morgan as he tried to talk to her, to get her to hear him, but she didn't. She couldn't. Thrashing against Morgan, rage burning through her, she fought to get free. To hit something again, Tyler, anything. Although she slowed her struggled for a moment as she gasped in a breath, her lungs burning. But it wasn't the struggle of air that made her stop. Or Morgans calls to her, nor Joshuas shouts. No.

It was the figure leaned up against one of the trees around the camp that caught her attention. Laurel stared at the figure, several feet away from her, first she had just seen it from the corner of her eyes and then...her gaze settled on him. Tall and slender. Dressed in dark green cargo pants and a soft grey t-shirt. The shirts she would steal when he wasn't paying attention and wear for the day, or sleep in. His dark brown hair, pushed away from his face in soft curls. The curls Laurel run her fingers through when he was stressed, when she was anxious and needed comfort. When they would lay in bed in their trailer and read. He looked back at her with blue eyes, the eyes she could happily drown in. He wore a soft smile, gentle but amused, almost charmingly silly. The kind of smile he would save just for her. The kind of smile he gave her when he would return to their trailer and walk in on Lyn dancing around the trailer to music being played by a small boombox she had found on a run. He would at her like she was the most ridiculous person in the world, and then get dragged into dancing with her for a bit.

Troy

Laurel felt the air leave her lips as she finally stopped thrashing, her eyes latched onto the figure. Her husband. Leaning against a tree, and smiling at her like he had never left. She was afraid to blink, that if she would break eye contact with him he might disappear. Pushing at Morgan's hands, she tried to get free. To run to Troy. Although a few moments after she had stopped actively fighting Morgan in such a violent way, Joshua had approached. Seeing his chance he had slammed the heel of his rifle against Laurel's head. Knocking her out cold in one swift moment, Laurel crumbled to the ground.

~*~

Laurels vision was fuzzy once she woke. She opened her eyes slept and blinked, the light hurting her eyes. A groan escaped her lips as she tried to move, her head ached.

“Take it easy,” a voice said, Morgan’s voice, “you took quite a hit.” Lyn turned her head to see Morgan sitting in the tent with her. His words echoing in her head, right…she cursed mentally and closed her eyes for a moment before sitting up.

“Yeah it hurts.” Laurel sucked in a breath as she gently touched her hand to her head before looking at Morgan, suddenly feeling ashamed for what she did, “sorry…”

“No need to apologize.” Morgan said with a shake of his head, “Tyler explained what happened. He should be the one to apologize.” He looked at Lyn, “are you okay?”

“Peachy…” Laurel sighed and closed her eyes again.

“Joshua wants us to leave.” Morgan said, “but I think I can talk him into letting us stay.”

“Don’t bother,” Lyn’s eyes snapped open again, “I don’t want to stay. I’m getting the hell out of here Morgan.” She looked at him, “no way in hell I’m staying here.” Lyn guessed Morgan seemed to have some understanding because he didn’t argue and just nodded.

“Then we should get our stuff and head out before it’s dark.” Morgan said and stood, “I’ll grab your bag. Just take it easy.” He said and left the tent. A long breath left Laurels lips as she dipped her head down, leaning her arms against her knees.

“Hey,” His voice echoed and she groaned.

“What do you want?” Lyn asked lifting her gaze to find Tyler standing outside of the tent she was in. The first thing she noted was the bandaged on his black and blue nose. She couldn’t help but smirk, it looked broken.

“I just uh,” Tyler cleared his throat, “I just figured I should apologize.”

“Oh your just figured that?” Lyn asked tilting her head to the side, “how smart.” She sighed and stood up. She grabbed her jacket and tugged it on, feeling Tyler’s eyes on her the entire time.

“You’re really okay with what, being alone for the rest of your life?” Tyler asked staring at her, “tied to a ghost?”

Lyn swallowed as she took a few steps towards the entrance of the tent and looked at Tyler, her gaze surprising softly, the same with her voice, “I…I’d rather have the ghost of him, than someone, anyone else.” She looked at Tyler who stared back at her, “if the ghost of him is all I have. It’s all I want.” Her hand went to the wedding ring that hung around her neck, and she held it for a moment. Swallowing the pain that was rising in her throat.

“You’re lucky he’s just a ghost.” Lyn said stopping beside Tyler as she walked out of the tent, the softness gone from her voice, “because if he was here,” she said staring at him, “he’d break every bone in your body after that shit you pulled.” Lyn paused briefly, “and I’d let him.” She looked away and walked over to where Morgan was waiting. Lyn took her bag and swung it over her shoulder and followed Morgan away from the camp. Tyler watching her as she left until he couldn’t see her anymore.

[hcthcuse]

lyrics from songs by rainbow kitten surprise that might be good for usage as prompts, themes, or starter sentences! i compiled these myself so if i'm missing your favorite song i'm sorry! part 1 | [part 2]

i don't wanna die alone

hang up when you've had enough

all's well that ends well

do you wanna know my name?

i don't want to die in my sleep

lately, i've been fucking up hard

i hate it when you lie in the thick of it all

i can't take you there

ain't nobody gonna come save you

pack your shit and standby, please

i know you can't walk with them heels in the dark, kick 'em off

you could leave it all behind, even the devil needs time alone sometimes

you could let it all go, it's called "freefall"

can't be bothered, better handle your shit

can i sit down? i've been hustling all day

i can't even count how many souls i've made off the same deal you're on

remember, the devil ain't a friend to no one

it's like 2AM and the bars all close at 10 in hell

you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself

that's not a card that i would've picked but it's your life to live

they say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often. the same is true of undercover cops.

i know i should have been more vocal

sure, i could've been more social

i've been coping okay for the most part

i'll get it right and play nice soon as you do

i've never seen a show stopper like you

could make a boy act stupid

you could sell me on anything

teach me to let it go

i hate fighting when i'm driving

love ain't enough a drug to make us make amends

call me back if you wanna talk

if you needed me then, then, then, why wouldn't you bring it up?

i hate to say that i miss you first

i know us is more than we deserve

it'd be cool if i could stay for a minute

i've been praying for a signal or a sign that you haven't sent

you might be an angel falling from the heavens

i keep the car running, i keep my bags packed

i don't wanna leave

i've been praying for your touch, your glance your hand.

he's a better kisser than you'd think

he's a better listener than most

i hate you more than i miss you

i'd hate to miss you

you don't call, you don't write

i still don't know when i can come home

i promised i would try so i might be a coward

we were a team till you're toxic

i mean you talk shit, often, but once upon a time we were in love

there's two sides to a fair fight and you're the third man out

you asked me if i could grow up but i don't know why for

i'm a palm frond dying on the front porch

thought about calling but i deleted your number and we both know why

truth is when i met you, well you know you made me cry

if i let you stay in my head, then it's overnight

i'm working out the pain

when i'm next to you i can wave to you because we're miles apart

know you wrote me 'bout you changed things, but baby you know me. i don't read a damn thing.

[aettuddae]

SERING KISS!!! guys admit it, SERING 🗣🔛🔝‼️

alexa play how sweet by nwjns please

im literally screaming (in my head bc it's almost 2am) and kicking my feet in bed rn. ive been waiting for this moment for yearsss. my ship 🥺❤

idk much abt dogs but serim gives me silly black cat vibes, ik ppl see black cats as serious and quiet but some just act like burnt orange cats. and they're just so silly n cute. ningning is def calico, a little silly and orange but also serious when she has to be. I love her sm. also the crying cat pic w its paw in its mouth :3 hehe

as much as I love jimin, toxic yuri, and angst i need jimin to stay away from serim bc she hurts her so much, T^T just let her be happy bro or stop sending mixed ass signals and fix ur shit first.

sorry for the inactivity, ive been mourning the fact that it could have been me watching her live in hk for the concert for the last couple of weeks. my mom and bro went to china and hk to visit family recently I only said no to going bc I can't stand my brother. I should have gone T^T ningning looked so good, I could have def ignored my bro for what, a month? (that's a lie, we can barely sit together for dinner without arguing) I COULD HAVE SEEN NING SAY SMTH IN CANTO!!! smth abt pretty girls that speak the same language has me so weak(mando and canto r similar enough,,,)

haiii, hru btw? hope ur day has been as nice as mine ever since reading the new update :3 hope u have a great day/night and that both sides of ur pillows r nice n cool!!!<3 also sorry for always writing so much. I can't stop yapping

- ur friendly neighbourhood 🦈

i wrote it for those like you who deserved to live sering to the fullest ✊🏼

she could be a silly black cat, i guess. at the end, how jimin perceives her is up to her, the rest we can have our own opinions 😅 THE CRYING CAT PIC, i love you ningning imitating the crying cat every 5 seconds, it gives me a lot of joy

but she's staying away.. kind of.. lowkey.. i mean, she gifted her a hedgehog, but other than that 🫴🏼

i hate to say this to you, but the hong kong concert has probably been the best one so far 😔 but it's understandable, if you went with your brother you would have probably not been able to enjoy it fully, it would have had a bittersweet feeling knowing someone else ruined a great experience for you. it wasn't the moment, anon, you will get to see them in the future, i'm sure !! at an opportunity where your enjoyment and happiness won't be compromised 😌

i'm fine, overall, having a decent streak 👍�� happy to know you're doing okay, anon, i'll have a good day, and hopefully you too. take care of yourself, and don't worry about the yapping ! 🫂

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

74 with anarcia

Anon, you're filling the need for my Anarcia heart <3. I also wrote this at 2am, so apologies for any mistakes!

Slight CW for mention of vomiting

74. “You don’t need to feel sorry for this.”

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"You don't need to feel sorry for this."

"But you've been wanting to see this show for weeks."

"Netra, your health is more important to me than seeing Six again."

Silence fell between the two women in the theater restroom.

"Can you at least open the door for me, please?"

Marcia had a feeling that her girlfriend wasn't feeling too well when they settled into their seats in the theater. She could tell that Anetra was trying to hide it, but Marcia noticed her eyes squinting at the lighting changes, and her face wincing when a louder group walked by. Marcia tried to ask Anetra before the show started if she was feeling okay, but Anetra was quick to brush it off.

Marcia heard the lock on the door of the bathroom stall slide over as the door slightly moved but wasn't pushed out to let them inside. Pulling the door handle towards them, they slipped into the small restroom stall and sat on the cold tile floor next to her girlfriend.

They found Anetra hugging her knees up to her chest, head turned towards the other direction. They heard soft sniffles coming from Anetra as well, now that they were sitting closer.

"I really hate these migraines, Marcia. I really fucking hate them."

Anetra said after a moment of silence between the two. Anetra relaxed slightly at Marcia's touch, turning and burrowing her face in their shoulder. Marcia gently stroked Anetra's back as Anetra curled further into her girlfriend's arms.

"I know, Neech. When did it start?" She asked, keeping her voice soft.

"I started seeing gray spots when we were at dinner. I was hoping that it was a false alarm, but the pain started after we got here." Anetra explained. They both knew that this wasn't the first time that Anetra denied a migraine coming on. At the beginning of their relationship, Anetra would just tell Marcia that her pain was a rough headache until one day Marcia found her girlfriend vomiting in the bathroom of their friend's house when the nausea became overwhelming.

"You could have just told me that you weren't feeling good tonight, you don't have to hide it from me, okay?" Marcia said, gently moving Anetra's cherry-red hair away from her face.

They felt Anetra sigh, slowly lifting her head off her shoulder. "I know, but it's been a hard habit to break." Anetra's face looked pale, eyes slightly red and puffy.

Marcia hated the fact that Anetra's ex-girlfriend refused to believe that Anetra's migraines were that debilitating for her. The infamous ex-girlfriend kept making Anetra go to different parties and raves, which usually led Anetra to hide out in a quiet area outside until they were ready to leave at the end of the night.

"Let me take you home, I really hate seeing you like this." Marcia stood up, offering a hand to Anetra.

Anetra nodded, slowly standing up while continuing to hold Marcia's hand. "Okay, I hope the subway isn't too busy right now. I don't know how much more noise I can handle," she said as she followed her girlfriend's lead out of the restroom.

Marcia shook her head as she took her phone out of her purse "Nope, I'm ordering us an Uber. Then when we get home, I'll be taking care of you for the rest of the night." she smiled as they waited outside the theater. Anetra was usually the strong one in their relationship and Marcia wanted to remind her that it was okay to be the one that's taken care of for once.

Anetra simply smiled under the outdoor lights of the theater "I'm really lucky to have you, Marcia."

[zealous-crow]

The Meeting

Preface: I wrote this at 2am so I don't know how much sense it'll make, but oh well. I've fallen head over heels for my two boys together and wanna build their relationship up until their eventual fall, hehe.

College was brutal for many people. You would always see students sitting along buildings or inside corridors with a sense of dread hanging loosely above them. Sometimes it was an impending deadline, other times it was balancing work with school. Whatever the case be, Zahar could relate to them. Being a fashion design major meant unending projects. He constantly carried around sketchbooks, fabric samples, and the existential dread that it would all go up in flames in the next critique. 

However, even with the challenges presented to him, he loved what he did. You could always find the tall, maroon haired man near the arts building constructing an outfit or in the library looking up references for his next design. Zahar was a well-known figure amongst campus for his kindness, but also his ability to turn anything into a work of art. There were those that envied the twenty year old, but never did that bother him. Like water in a stream, he let other’s distaste of him flow off his back. You could always find people surrounding Zahar, especially a pink haired male named Vale. 

Vale was, at the time, an English major. He could understand the time crunches of big projects as well. It wasn’t uncommon to see him with his laptop out, pencil behind ear, writing page after page of essays. The dark circles were always the tell-tale sign he was coming close to a deadline. While Zahar had fans, Vale seemed to be more of an outcast. Not because he was particularly rude or weird, but because he preferred to be alone. Something about the man said, “Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you.” 

The two, for unknown reasons to those that looked from the outside, couldn’t see how the ever popular Zahar was friends with someone like Vale. Zahar couldn’t believe it either sometimes. Not because he thought he was better, but because Vale was so closed off. The only information Zahar knew of Vale was that he was twenty just like him, what his major was, he had no known family to speak of or at least none that Vale had shared, and he worked just like any other average college student did. What was his job? Vale never answered directly. Just that he was a people person at heart and worked “customer service”. 

The two men met during an introductory level maths class their freshman year of college. Zahar sat near the front of the lecture hall and Vale in the back, observing the rest of the students in the room. Zahar stood out to him, with his piercing red-pink irises and partially shaved head. The professor had just announced there was going to be a partnered project, something about finances or whatever, and instructed the class to find their own partner. Upon class ending, Vale approached Zahar. With his hand outstretched as an offering, Vale spoke quietly but with confidence.

“Would you want to be partners? My name is Vale. Vale DeLuca.”

Zahar would only stare at the outstretched hand before smiling and returning the gesture. 

“Sure! My name is Zahar Bista.” Zahar spoke in a low cadence, smooth as silk. Something that made Vale have butterflies in his stomach. The two divided the work, set up a schedule of meetings, and by the end of the project, both were awarded an A. 

Zahar was pleased and congratulated Vale on the hard work both shared together. 

“We make a pretty good team, huh?” Zahar let out casually. Vale just looked over at the man and smiled, eyes closing in content. 

“Looks like it. Would you like to hang out more? Maybe as friends instead of just classmates.” Vale opened one eye to peer over at Zahar, waiting for a reply. Zahar just smiled back at the pink haired man. 

“If that means you’ll model my clothes for me, then absolutely. I can’t seem to find someone patient enough to sit through fittings.” Vale let out a laugh, agreeing to be a model. 

“Only if you proofread my essays in turn. I always need a second eye to catch mistakes.” 

“Absolutely! I think we’re going to be a good set of friends.”