#it’s only 6am but i’m about to be so annoying right now

[drabblesandimagines]

Farmhand

Wordcount: 1676

Pairings: Sebastian x Farmer, Sebastian x Reader

You’d felt tired all day, but you especially felt lethargic now that you’d finished your chores for the day. There had been an annoying tickle in your throat all day and it probably wasn’t helped by the drizzle that you’d worked in for a few hours. There had been no other way about it, you needed to get those seeds in the ground today if you wanted another crop out before the season’s end.

You secured the barn and coop doors for the evening, making sure there was enough hay for the animals in case they got peckish. You headed inside for a warm shower, hoping it would perk you up but it had no effect and your head was starting to thud.

You were meant to be playing Soliaran with the boys tonight, but the more you thought about the journey to and back from Sebastian’s and how late it would probably end up being. You hated to let him down though, but you also knew you wouldn’t play at your best. Reluctantly, you got your phone and rang your boyfriend’s number. Sebastian had warned you he wasn’t great on the phone – he much preferred text messages or via the app – but you knew he often missed messages until much later and you didn’t want him to think you’d just forgot about the whole thing.

After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hey, Y/N. All okay?”

“Hi, Seb. I’m not feeling so well. I think I could do with an early night, but I hate to let you guys down… I’ve been feeling tired all day and I’ve got an awful headache now. Ugh, I’m sorry, I feel the worst!”

“Sweetheart,” he began – oh, whenever he called you that still made your stomach do somersaults, “it’s fine, don’t stress. Do you want me to get Harvey?”

“No, it’s nothing serious as that. I think I just need a seriously early night. Going to sleep past midnight and getting up at six must be catching up on me.” Your alarm clock had felt pretty brutal the last few days.

“Do you want me to cancel and come round? I’d be happy to.”

“That’s sweet but it’s okay.” You smiled as you opened the fridge, perusing the contents. “Honestly, I’m going to heat up some soup and then go to bed – I’d be extremely dull company.”

“Only if you’re sure. The others would understand.”

“Please don’t cancel for me, Seb. I’d feel terrible. I’ll catch up next time, okay?”

“Okay. But you’ll call me if you feel any worse, right? I can be right over.”

“I promise. I’m pretty sure I’ll be dead to the world once I get in bed, though.”

“I’ll miss you.” You could hear his pout through the phone.

“I miss you too. Love you, have fun!” You stressed.

“I love you too. Rest well.”

True to your word, you ate some leftover soup, left the dirty dishes in the sink – something you hated doing most of the time – and treated yourself to a fresh pair of pyjamas and crawled into your bed before the clock even hit 8pm.

--

Sebastian hadn’t slept well. He’d had fun with Sam and Abigail and they’d left just after midnight. He’d sat at his laptop for a couple of hours after that, keeping his phone close incase you’d rang. At around 3am he’d got into bed and must’ve had a few hours sleep as now the clock read just after 6am. He’d checked his phone, but there were no messages from you. That wasn’t unusual either – you knew he slept late into the morning and wouldn’t want to disturb him. He considered texting you but having stayed over at the farm a few times now, you weren’t one to take your phone out with you on your early morning chores. He placed his phone back down on the floor and tried to settle down but his mind was whirring. He wanted to see you and you’d be up anyway, right? He groaned as he got himself out of bed, he then quickly threw on jeans and his usual sweatshirt, picking up his keys and heading upstairs and out.

Thankfully, the sun was pretty low in the sky and he didn’t meet anyone taking the back route to your farm. Something was off, though, as he reached the top gate and let himself in – it was quiet. On nights he slept over, he’d soon got used to the sounds of the animals grazing in the morning. The chickens were always particularly vocal after being let out of the coop but as he walked past the door, it was firmly shut.

He checked the time on his watch – 06.45. That was super unlike you, unless you just didn’t want them out today? No, that didn’t make sense. It was often your first task in the morning to go and open the doors, and the only morning he hadn’t seen you do it was when it was a torrential downpour as the animals much preferred staying cosy inside.

Sebastian climbed up the porch steps and knocked, tentatively. Maybe you’d changed your morning routine since the last time he’d stayed – it had been over a week ago. He waited a moment or two but there was no response, no muffled sounds behind the door. Beginning to worry, he dug his keys out his pocket and swiftly found the one to your front door, easing it in the lock and twisting it before swinging the door open.

The living room was empty and there was no sign of you in the kitchen, but your bedroom door was slightly ajar and he could hear deep, heavy breathing. He crept over and peered through to see you fast asleep in the bed, a pillow over your eyes. You must be exhausted. He hovered his fist over your bedroom door, about to knock when he lowered his arm back down to his side. You were always working so hard, he couldn’t remember you ever mentioning a lie-in the whole time you’d known each other – every day it was up at 6am, rain or shine, feeding the animals, watering the crops, preparing the ground for the next lot of seeds… It seemed relentless, all that plus the other stuff living in Pelican Town meant – helping out your neighbours, maintaining friendships and a relationship with him. He began to wonder how you even had enough hours in the day. He retreated, heading back and out the front door, silently locking it behind him.

His eyes turned to the barn and he nodded in determination – he’d seen you do it enough times…

--

You stretched your arms over your head, feeling a bit stiff from the position you must’ve slept in, but otherwise you felt good. Far more rested than you could remember feeling in months. You rubbed your eyes, noting that the sun seemed pretty high this morning, especially since it must be before 6 since you hadn’t heard your alarm go off yet.

You looked over to your bedside table and your stomach sank when you realized it was past 10am. What the…? Had you turned it off in your sleep?! You cursed, scrambling out of the sheets, popped to the bathroom and then quickly got dressed, trying to remember exactly what you had on your to-do list today.

You unlocked the door and stepped out onto the porch to be greeted by the gentle cluck of the chickens pecking at the dirt down by the steps. Had you not closed the doors last night? No, you were sure you had, but that didn’t explain how the cows, goats, sheep, pigs and chickens were now all roaming amongst the grass.

Suddenly, Sebastian ducked out of the chicken coop, a basket in hand and your heart skipped a beat. He caught sight of you standing dumbfounded on the porch and smiled shyly.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

You jumped down the porch steps and over to the fence, where he met you on the other side. His basket was filled with chicken eggs.

“I, er… I hope you don’t mind. I came by early and I saw the animals were still inside, so I checked on you and you were dead to the world. I thought you could do with the extra sleep, so I tried to get on with your morning jobs.”

“Seb, you are the sweetest man alive!” You squealed, pulling him forward by the scruff of his sweatshirt into a kiss. The man’s usually pale complexion turned a cute shade of pink as he blushed.

“It’s nothing,” he shrugged. “You work really hard, Y/N. Are you feeling any better?”

“So much better,” you stressed, opening the gate for him. “I think I must’ve slept something ridiculous like 14 hours. What did you get up to?”

“Er, well, I let all the animals out to graze, and I topped up the hay a bit. I’ve collected the fallen fruit, turned the sprinklers on, cleared some of the weeds in the crop patches and I just finished collecting the eggs… It doesn’t seem much considering the time.” He finished with a yawn while you stared at him, momentarily sunned.

“Sebastian, please, that’s loads! I can’t believe you did all that for me. Here,” you took the basket from him and grabbed his hand. “That calls for a coffee break.” You led him towards the porch. “Or maybe even a nap? You look exhausted, did you even sleep last night?”

“A bit,” he shrugged as the two of you entered the farmhouse.

“Go,” you pushed him towards the sofa, “Lie down whilst I brew up the coffee.” You had the strongest suspicion Sebastian wouldn’t make it till then.

He yawned, loudly, before settling down and resting his head back against the arm. “Okay, but only for a moment. Still got cows to milk…”

By the time the coffee was brewed, you could hear light snores coming from the sofa. “Sleep well, farmhand.” You whispered, kissing him on the forehead.

[msklassickilla]

6Am Tonga Loa oneshot

Summary: He was suppose to be home at midnight. But you know, things happen. Only when you decide to do the same does he give you a better reason to stay..

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Fem Reader

AN: This is another one of those late-night things that brew when I should probably be sleep or doing something productive.

Warning: Please be advised that SMUT is happening here.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

The glow of your phone screen burns into your tired eyes. 6:02 A.M.

You’ve been waiting for this moment for hours, each one dragging on as you sit there, legs curled under you, wrapped in a blanket that does nothing to ease the chill settling in your bones. It’s not the cold of the night air that cuts through you. It’s the silence. It’s the suffocating, thick silence, the kind that presses on your chest and makes it hard to breathe, to think. And every minute that ticks by, the bitter voice in your head only gets louder, more unforgiving: Why are you still here, waiting for him?

You don’t know why you are.

Maybe it’s because you’re dumb. Or maybe you just want him to prove he gives a damn, to show you that the promises aren’t all lies.

But it’s past 6 A.M. now, and you’ve had enough.

The lock clicks.

The door creaks open slowly, like even the house itself knows he’s wrong. Your head snaps up, and there he is—Tonga, stepping inside with that tired, half-zipped hoodie, shoulders slumped under the weight of whatever guilt he's carrying—or pretending he isn't.

He stops dead when he sees you sitting there, eyes widening just for a second before narrowing, probably already bracing himself for whatever storm he knows he’s about to walk into.

“You’re still up?” he mutters, his voice low, like the time you’ve been awake doesn’t matter, like it’s no big deal that he’s six hours late.

You let out a hollow laugh, sharp as glass. "Oh, I’m sorry. Was I supposed to be asleep while you were out doing God knows what?"

Tonga sighs, drops his bag by the door like it’s the end of his night, but you can see the tension in his body, the way he shifts uneasily. He’s trying to play it cool, like it’s all just a minor inconvenience. "Come on, don’t do that. You knew I was with Tama."

You push yourself off the couch, the blanket pooling at your feet, your hands crossed over your chest as you step closer, staring him down. "Yeah. And you told me you'd be home by midnight." Your voice is low, but the anger in it is undeniable. "But it’s six in the morning, Tonga. Six."

He runs a hand over his face, clearly annoyed now, but there’s no guilt in his eyes. Only a tired frustration that makes your blood boil. "Tama didn’t wanna go home yet, alright? He’s got his own shit going on with his wife, and I was just—"

You cut him off before he can finish, the words slicing through the space between you. "Oh, so it’s Tama’s fault now?" you snap, tone dripping with sarcasm. "You stayed out all night because he didn’t want to go home? What about me? Did it even cross your mind to text me? Call me? Anything?"

Tonga's jaw tightens, and for a second, you think he might actually get it, might finally take responsibility for the mess he's made. "I didn’t think I had to check in every hour. You know how it is when I’m with my brother. It wasn’t that deep, damn."

"Not that deep?" You laugh, but it’s not a laugh. It’s a choke, the sound of your frustration finally breaking through. "Not that deep? I was sitting here, losing my mind, wondering if something happened to you. Wondering if you were hurt. Or—or worse. But you were just out drinking and talking shit with your brother, huh? Coming in here smelling like cheap liquor and bad decisions."

Silence. The kind that’s so thick you can practically taste it in the air.

He stands there, staring at you with that blank look. Lips pressed into a tight line, face set in that tired, defensive way that tells you he’s not even really listening.

The weight of everything crashes down on you, and it’s almost too much to bear. All the nights he’s done this to you, all the promises that were never kept, all the things you’ve held in, and you’re done pretending it doesn’t hurt.

"You know what hurts the most?" you say, voice quieter now, but still laced with that raw bitterness. "It’s not even that you stayed out. It’s that you didn’t care enough to let me know. Like I wasn’t even a thought in your head."

For the first time, you see something flicker in his eyes—maybe guilt, maybe frustration—but it’s too late for that now. You’ve already been through this too many times. His silent apologies mean nothing when they’ve never been followed by action.

"I could’ve been out too," you continue, stepping closer now, matching his gaze. "Could’ve answered one of those texts sitting in my phone. Could’ve been somewhere, with someone who actually gives a damn if I’m okay. But no, I was here. Waiting. For you."

Tonga’s voice cracks, rougher than before. "You think I don’t care about you? After everything?"

You take a deep breath, holding back the tears that threaten to spill, but you’re not going to let him see that weakness. Not tonight. "I don’t know what to think anymore," you whisper, but it’s enough to crush him. You can see it in the way his face falls.

The clock ticks louder, the minutes dragging on like a punishment.

Tonga steps forward, like he’s ready to apologize. But you hold up your hand, the sharpness in your eyes enough to stop him.

"I’m sorry," he says quietly, voice almost pleading. "I should’ve called, alright."

"Yeah, you should’ve," you reply, almost coldly, because you’ve heard this before. You’ve heard all the "I should’ve’s" and "I’m sorry’s," and you’re just tired. Tired of him acting like his words mean anything when his actions speak louder.

Another pause.

"But you didn’t," you add, letting the words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating.

And for once, Tonga has nothing to say.

You turn toward the hallway, grabbing your phone. His eyes widen, like he’s just realized you’re serious.

"Where you going?" he asks, his voice tinged with panic now, but you don’t stop. You don’t even look back.

"Out."

"Out where? It’s six in the damn morning."

You stop, just for a second, and then you turn, not bothering to look him in the eye. "And. You’ve had your fun and now I’m about to go have some."

And just like that, you walk out, leaving him standing in the doorway, silent. He watches you leave, like he knows he’s fucked up one more time, but this time, you’re done. You’re not waiting anymore.

You make it halfway down the hall before you hear him.

"You better get your ass up to that room before I decide to fix that attitude of yours," he says, voice low and dangerous, a promise hanging between his words.

You pause, just long enough to let that threat simmer in the air between you. With your back still turned, you call over your shoulder, your voice dripping with sarcasm, "Fix me? Babe, I’m not the one who needs fixing."

Then, you keep walking, up the stairs and toward the bedroom. You know Tonga’s behind you, following, but you don’t stop. Not this time.

---

Tonga stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The air between you two crackled with tension.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched thin, suffocating.

“You going where?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “Run that by me again.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. His presence was overwhelming, filling the room with an energy that made your pulse race. You hated how easily he could disarm you, how quickly your anger melted under the heat of his stare.

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and charged. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, without warning, Tonga closed the distance between you, his large hands gripping your shoulders firmly. His touch was rough but not painful, his fingers pressing into your skin with a possessive urgency.

“Go ahead,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “Leave. But before you do, let me remind you what you’ll be missing.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a shiver running down your spine as his lips brushed against the sensitive curve of your neck. “T-Tonga—” you started, but his name came out as more of a whimper than a protest.

“Shh,” he hushed you, his voice a velvet growl that sent heat pooling between your thighs. “You wanna leave? Fine. But first, you’re gonna remember why you stay.”

His mouth crashed onto yours, hungry and demanding. The taste of whiskey on his tongue was intoxicating, his kiss fierce and unrelenting. You tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, his body pressing against yours until your back hit the wall with a soft thud.

“You think anyone else can make you feel like this?” he murmured against your lips, his hands sliding down to your hips. “You think anyone else can take care of you the way I do?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off with another searing kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. A moan escaped you, unbidden, and he smiled against your mouth, clearly pleased with himself.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “Now, let’s see if I can’t change your mind.”

Without waiting for a response, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your robe. You gasped as his fingers found the waistband of your panties, tugging them down in one swift motion.

“Tonga!” you cried, your legs trembling as his warm breath ghosted over your bare skin.

“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Say my name.”

Your breath hitched as his tongue flicked against your most sensitive spot, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. “T-Tonga,” you stammered, your hands tangling in his hair as he licked a slow, torturous path up your folds.

“Good girl,” he purred, his lips curling into a smirk. “Now, let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”

His mouth descended on you again, his tongue working magic as he devoured you whole. Your head fell back against the wall, your body arching into his touch as waves of pleasure crashed over you. It wasn’t long before you were teetering on the edge, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

But just as you were about to fall, Tonga pulled away, leaving you gasping and desperate. “Not yet,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I’m not done with you.”

Before you could protest, he stood up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, your fingernails digging into the hard muscles of his back as he carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently, his hands roaming over your body as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

“What happened to leaving?” he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your inner thigh. “Changed your mind already?”

You glared up at him, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the flash of arousal in your eyes. “Don’t push your luck,” you muttered, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Tonga chuckled darkly, his hand moving higher until his fingers brushed against your slick entrance. “Too late for that,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he pushed inside without warning.

You cried out, your nails scraping down his chest as he filled you completely. He groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

“This is where you belong,” he rasped, his hips snapping against yours. “Right here. With me.”

Your mind went blank, consumed by the sensation of him moving inside you. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through your veins, every brush of his cock against that sweet spot making you see stars. You could feel yourself getting close, the pressure building with each passing second.

But Tonga wasn’t done playing. He slowed his pace, drawing out each stroke until you were writhing beneath him, begging for release. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “Tonga, please…”

He smirked, his hand reaching down to rub tight circles on your clit. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

With that, he quickened his pace, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own climax. You clung to him, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. When Tonga finally spilled inside you, filling you to the brim, you shattered completely, your cries of ecstasy echoing through the room.

For a moment, everything was still. Then Tonga pulled out, collapsing beside you on the bed. He pulled you into his arms, his lips brushing against your forehead as he held you close.

“Still wanna leave?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with amusement.

You didn’t answer, too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts. Instead, you buried your face in his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a state of blissful exhaustion.

Tonga chuckled, his fingers trailing lazily up and down your spine. “That’s what I thought.”

[justagirl-with-aphone]

~The coffee shop in my heart~

fem!coffee shop employee x Prohero!Bakugo

Just 3 more hours, you thought to yourself. 3 more hours and I get to go home and snuggle with my cat. You sigh, wiping up the remains of a broken glass a kid dropped on the floor. You’ve been working since 6am, its now 3pm, and understandably, you weren’t a bundle of sunshine right about now. A hectic day filled with entitled customers, and screeching little demons kids running wild, and your shitty boss on top of everything else. The only think keeping you going is the vacation you were almost saved up for, just a few more days of dealing with this bullshit and beach here I come!!

Returning to your spot at the cash register, you continue taking peoples orders. “YOU BITCH, THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANTED, GIVE ME A REFUND AND MAKE ME SOMETHING ELSE.” an angry man screamed at you, entitled people are just the best... 

“Sir, as I said several times, as much as I would hate love to fix your issue, I’m just the cashier here, I’m not the one who made your drink. However, cannot give you a refund if that is exactly what you ordered, you asked for a white chocolate mocha, and that’s what you got. We do not give refunds if you don’t like the drink. We give refunds if there’s a mistake, allergy concern, or if the drink was made wrong. Now please either step to the side or vacate the premises, you’re holding up the line.” It took everything in you to remain polite to the man screaming in your face, if he didn’t like white chocolate mochas, why would he order one? You questioned, annoyed as hell. 

Said man, ignoring everything you just said, continues to demand a refund, screaming at you for the next few minutes. Everyone else in line left from the scene, but the familiar chime of the bell above the door rings, indicating a new customer. Too busy to greet said customer, you ask the man to leave again, getting fed up with his shit. 

“Oi” a gruff voice booms, catching yours and the mans attention. 

“What do you want-” the man spins around to confront the man interrupting his tantrum only to freeze in place. 

“Leave. Now. I got places to fuckin’ be.” The ash blonde man voices, menacingly. 

The male Karen stomps out, admitting defeat. Wanting to thank your savior, you take a look at him, only to be met with piercing vermilion eyes. The man was tall, and was on the bulkier side with ash blonde hair. he came dressed in a black sweatshirt and some tech-wear pants. He was hot. “You gonna fucking take my order, or are you gonna keen drooling?” Then man asks sarcastically, apparently you zoned out. You roll your eyes at the remark and scoff, patience running thin from your encounters earlier. 

“What do you want?” you ask, no longer using your cheery customer service voice, you were drained. 

“Coffee. Black.” the man states, pulling out his sleek black card. 

“I need a name please,” you write the order and give it to the barista.

“Bakugo.” Bakugo states gruffly. nice name, you note. While your coworker is in the back making the drink, you’re left to make small talk. 

“I wanted to thank you for earlier, he wasn’t the most pleasant.” your customer service voice back on in full swing. 

“Cut that shit out. Its annoying as hell.” You look at the man confused, a little irritated. “The act dipshit.” So much for thanking him...

“And here I thought you were a nice guy helping me out by getting rid of the man. But I guess first impressions aren’t everything now are they?” you question, looking at the man. “Since you don’t want the “act,” this is what I think. I rather be anywhere but here dealing with your obnoxiousness rude self centered ass.” Grabbing the cup from your coworker, you hand it to him with a cheery fake smile and voice “Have a great rest of your day.” walking to the kitchen and exiting out the back door. Finally your shift was over. 

You were surprised the man they called Bakugo never reported what you said to your manager. What surprised you EVEN more was when he came back the next day... and the next... and the next...It became a daily thing, this went on for about 2 months. Everyday, he would walk in, order a black coffee, and annoy the shit out of you an hour. But the most surprising thing out of all of this is you started to like him being there. 

“Oi, dumbass” Bakugo greeted, in his own, interesting way.

“What’s this? No more “extra”? I’ve upgraded” You feign shock. Bakugo rolls his eyes and asks for his usual.

You feel a pair of eyes on you. While your taking Bakugo’s order, come to think of it, you’ve felt eyes on you all day. Confused by the attention, you turn to meet eyes with the man. The same guy who cussed you out before. Looking at the man, you weren’t mentally prepared for what this motherfucker was about to do. He picked up a glass of water, looked you dead in the eye and dumped it on the table. 

You were going to kill him.

You ball your hands into a fist, resisting the urge to punch his lights out. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit. ” As you’r about to walk over there with the rag you retrieved, a certain blonde snagged the rag from your hands, stomping over to where the guy sat. “Clean it the fuck up.” Bakugo growls, throwing the rag at him. ‘You thought he would’ve learned his lesson the first time, but apparently not.’ You thought to yourself while watching the man clean up the mess he made...

[therabbitthatpostthings]

There’s something wrong with Mr.Nanami.

Idle gossip wasn’t your thing, grading papers and preparing for tests took precedence over listening to your co-workers babble on. Even when that gossip was coming from Satoru. As much as you loved him, he had a flair for the dramatics. Especially at Mr.Nanami’s expense.

You didn’t really know anything about Mr.Nanami. He apparently graduated under Satoru. Though that made you his superior, you never felt like it. He has worked at this university far longer than you have. He taught in the same classroom everyday, every year. Students revered him and staff admired him. That made sense, Mr.Nanami was very admirable.

Yet you couldn’t shake that feeling. The way he always wore tailored suits even in the hottest summers. He arrived before sunrise at exactly 6am and left before sunset at 5:30pm. His car windows were tinted and so were his glasses (admittedly so was Satoru’s but, he was Satoru. This is Mr.Nanami).

Satoru and the staff weren’t the only ones with stories. There wasn’t a student on campus that didn’t have some sort of theory about Mr.Nanami. Some said he has a secret family he’s keeping hidden. Others think a student is one of his kids. Some say Mr.Nanami and Satoru are exes. Others say Mr.Nanami is planning on killing Satoru.

Out of all the theories that seemed the most true. Some said he's an ex-crime lord. One girl even said he’s a monster. You would roll your eyes at the notion. Even university students could still be this immature. The census remained though. Something was off about him in a way one cannot place right.

No matter what you thought about it now when there was work to be done. You stood up from your desk cracking your back in the process. The pitter-patter of the rain softly filled the empty classroom. It seemed the rain dismissed the extra help session for you. If the students are gone, you should. Your work had been done hours ago anyway. Gathering yourself you headed for the teachers lounge to sort your documents. The building was eerily quiet. “Was I the only extra help that stayed this late?” You thought. Darker clouds rolled in, casting the hallway in shadows.

As you approached the room you could hear muffled voices. Two voices. “Ah, what’s the magic word?”

That was definitely Satoru. You felt a weight lift off your chest. Of course it’s Satoru. He would be here probably teasing Utahime and inadvertently scaring you. You sighed in relief going for the doorknob when another voice spoke.

“Dammit Gojo I’ll drain you right now!”

That’s a man’s voice…that’s Mr.Nanami’s voice. He sounds so angry. Is Satoru annoying him?

“I’m helping you Nanamin,” Satoru cooed. “You could at least be a little nicer to me.”

You kneeled down to get a better look in the room. The book cart blocked their view of the door but you could make out their head and shoulders from between the slats. You knew Mr.Nanami had dark brown eyes, you had seen so in Satoru’s highschool pictures, yet now they looked bright. Almost like they were glowing. You could see his expression change from annoyance to anger. His glare could kill and Satoru was definitely the target. His voice was laced with venom, “Please give me your arm Gojo.”

Satoru cheerily obliged. Mr.Nanami grabbed his arm and brought it up to his mouth. Gojo let out a pained groan, “Take it easy Nanamin.”

Mr.Nanami seemed to ignore this and you watched him gulp down blood from Satoru’s arm. You sat there frozen in fear, in an awkward squat in the middle of the hallway. His glowing eyes opened again and glanced in your direction. He released himself from Gojo’s arm. He flicked his tongue over his bloody fangs and red lips, never once averting his gaze.

“Jeez at least say thank you or buy me a meal.” Satoru whined. He licked the rest of the blood off his arm, his own fangs poking out. “You’re not even listening.”

Nanami’s eyes finally left your direction and quickly huddled back against the wall. Your heart was racing. Any louder the two would hear it, hell they probably can! They could be walking over right now- just on the other side of that door. A loud crack of lightning shocked some life back into you as you grabbed your bag and ran for the building’s back door. Not stopping until you made it all the way to the parking lot and into your car. You somehow didn’t get caught for speeding. It was hard sleeping that night. And that weekend. By Monday morning you were still slightly erratic but holding yourself together pretty well. Since you didn’t drop the files off, you headed straight for your class.

“Good Morning (L/N).”

You stopped dead in your tracks, terrified to look at him. It felt like the world stopped and everyone disappeared. That same unnerving feeling came back. He stood leaned against the doorframe, dressed in his typical tailored suit and combed back hair. Today though, his glasses hung low on his nose letting you look directly in his eyes. Those brown eyes that haunted you over the last few days.

“G-Good Morning, Mr.Nanami.” You put on your nicest smile and tried to sound cheerful.

He gave a “hmm” of approval and turned back to his classroom. You let out a breath and walked, much faster, to your classroom. Fingers shaking as you struggled to unlock the door. The key banged against the lock and fell which somehow scared you even more. Less than 3 hours into your morning and you already want to go home.

“Wow you look awful.” Satoru bent down to pick up your keys. You took them from his hands and hurriedly unlocked the door.

“It’s been a rough weekend for me.” You replied.

“Ooh~” He teased “Hot date? Did you see something cool?”

“No, nothing like that Satoru,” You groaned, easing into the chair.

“Or,” He grabbed the armrest and spun your chair around. “Did you see something you weren’t supposed to see?” He leaned over the desk, obstructing your view from anyone who walked past your door. His tone was condescending low.

“N-No-”

“N-N-N-N-No?” He mocked in a sweet voice. “Don’t worry (Y/N), I won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay?”

“Y-Yeah.”

He gave a toothy smile and waved off to his classroom. You sat in stunned silence, staring at the door. You were almost expecting Mr.Nanami to walk in but that didn’t matter now. The rumors were true, something was wrong with Mr.Nanami. You knew what it was.

And he knew that you knew as well.

[sunsuns-babie]

If I Get My Way | 08.5: bonus chapter 4 [written part] (1,304 wrds)

Keeho & Jungwon’s Valentine’s Morning

A/N: This isn’t proofread but I’ve re-written it a couple times before. It was supposed to be posted with chapter 8 but I’ve been so busy lately. I’ll try to get the next few chapters out because I wanted to get at least the first 10 out before March.

Jungwon was tired and bored out of his mind while he and Wonbin set up for the morning shift at a local cat cafe called MeOw’s. Usually he’d be on the afternoon shift but he switched shifts with his coworker Yeji so she could spend the morning with her girlfriend (his close friend) Ryujin before their big date later tonight.

In his humble opinion he’d rather say he was forced and blackmailed into this by his friend Ryujin but deep down he knows regardless he would’ve done this because his friend’s happiness is his.

Anyways his only company was Wonbin another rich kid who goes to SM University but got a job at MeOw’s for fun. It’s not like Jungwon didn’t like him or anything if anything he liked Wonbin too much. Today was Valentine’s Day and Jungwon already existing feelings seemed to multiply around Wonbin.

The problem? Wonbin has a boyfriend who’s obviously not Jungwon.

While lost in groggy thought while watching Wonbin feed their pretty cats in the separate room with glass doors and windows showing off the dining area with the cafe’s furry friends. There was a separate room from the workers open space work area behind the desk, only a few cats were allowed in that part of the building (mainly the short hairs).

By the time 6am rolled around both Jungwon and Wonbin were in close proximity behind the counter ready and waiting for customers. Before they knew it they fell into an easy routine when the door chimed once more, this time with a pretty blond guy coming in.

The blond was intriguing to Jungwon so much so he seemingly forgot about his feelings for Wonbin and was now experiencing what could only be described as love at first sight… well until the handsome boy made it to the counter and he was hit with the smell of weed.

Jungwon could feel the headache starting, he absolutely hated the smell of weed. Now looking in the handsome boys eyes he could see how red they were.

Blondie gasped, “I didn’t know they let giant cats make coffee and work the register!”

“Since when did giant cats who walk on two legs exist? Science is AMAZING!”

Jungwon couldn’t help but cringe one because of the boys loudness and two because of his calling him a giant cat. “Hi, welcome to MeOw’s what can I get for you this morning?”

Blondie just giggles at Jungwon in response while staring at him weirdly.

“Uhm sir…?”

More giggles, “I didn’t know cats could talk!”

“Sir, what can I get you to drink?”

“Oh right! Thank you Mr. Cat uh—“, the boy trailed off staring at the menu trying to figure what it even said. Truth be told Blondie aka Keeho had never been here before. He just went to the first place he stumbled across coming back from Yeonjun’s apartment after their smoke sesh.

Jungwon was growing rather impatient and annoyed with the boy but he forced his customer service smile to stay put, despite him taking forever and holding up the now forming line.

“Can I get a LARGE hot chocolate with vanilla and whipped cream! Extra whipped cream!”, the boy said excitedly.

“Okay, will that be all sir?”

“Ooo! I’m hungry! Can I have——”, and now the boy was pointing at literally every pastry in the display cabinet.

“Alright and what’s your name sir?”

The blond boy looked shocked, “My name is —“, he started mumbling to himself, “right my name is Stephen!”

“Alright Stephen, please have a seat anywhere you’d like and we’ll have your order out soon!”, Jungwon smiled to which the blond burst into another fit of shy laughter.

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After a while Wonbin finished Stephen’s hot chocolate and Jungwon finished grabbing all the treats for the blond. Wonbin complained about it being too far for him to deliver the order to Stephen (in reality he just wanted to text his boyfriend Sohee back), begging Jungwon to just do it for him. Normally they wouldn’t hand deliver but the place wasn’t that packed given the time and what day it was, so it was a courtesy to their customers from time to time.

Begrudgingly Jungwon took the order out to the weed guy who was currently cuddling four of their cats at once while cooing at them, telling them how it was okay he wouldn’t tell their secret since he knew they could talk too since the “giant cat” told him. Oddly enough Jungwon couldn’t help but find the stinky headache inducing boy cute.

“Here you go Steph!”

At the call of his nickname Keeho locked eyes with Jungwon and giggled again saying a quiet thank you.

Quickly that same boy pulled out his phone and tried but failed to discreetly take photos of Jungwon, which should’ve made him uncomfortable but he found it endearing.

The rational part of his mind was telling him this man was psychotic but again he found it somewhat flattering, maybe it was because it was a day for love or a form of pretty privilege. Either way he didn’t care much.

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Not long after Jungwon and Wonbin had started serving a few more customers and the place filled out a little.

It wasn’t packed by any means but there were a few more people there and not just the high off his ass Stephen. Jungwon also had watched as the blond scarfed down every pastry in his sight and he was now slightly scared of the feral beast.

Not even more than 3 minutes had passed since he gave the weed guy his order before Keeho made his way back to the front and directly towards Jungwon.

Mimi a white Ragdoll was currently asleep on the counter next to Jungwon when Keeho stumbled and tripped over his own two feet which startled the cat of whom jumped off the counter and charged Keeho while hissing. Dignity lost in the wind the boy started screaming and jumped on the counter nearly stepping on the register and Jungwon’s hands.

Patrons were staring and the Won boys stared in horror before Jungwon sprung into action trying to calm the screaming boy down and coax him off the counter. Which backfired because then the blond started projectile vomiting on him.

Now Jungwon was screaming and Wonbin was horrified and nearly throwing up himself. Finally Jungwon snapped and yelled at the boy to get down to which he did, as he was scolding the blond Wonbin decided to help the situation by trying to defuse the tension.

Keeho in his current state hated the fact that the new love of his life was yelling at him and that he threw up on him started crying. Now Jungwon felt bad and so did Wonbin.

Gently Wonbin started asking if Keeho would like to sit down and if they could calm someone for him. Keeho just forked over his phone to Wonbin and much to his surprise Wonbin found his friend Anton’s number on the phone and called it.

Jungwon was now working on calming the stoner down when Keeho revealed he was broke. At this point it felt like god was testing Jungwon.

He lunged at Keeho and Wonbin who was on the phone with Anton had to tell Ant to hold on while he dealt with something, that being grabbing a hold of Jungwon preventing him from killing Keeho.

In the mist of that struggle randomly the stoner says, “Wow you’re really hot”, to Jungwon which stops the murderous boy in his tracks. Wonbin then answers the phone once again and told him he also had to pay Keeho’s bill and to come quick for him.

So much happened in less than 5 minutes and both Wons were over Valentine’s Day and the morning shift.

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IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

taglist opened 🏷️: @clairecottenheart @littleaprilcherryblossom @literallyags @ttylxox2

[dadsdaugther]

sooooooo I went out to a queer club with A yesterday. And we got drunk and had a lovely night and I met her friend and she was super nice and friendly. And then when A started to get drunk and she had those weird puppy eye face and then she started to have these emotional talks with me about how I am as a person and how we’ve come to know each other pretty well in a short time. Then she also started to mention that she felt protective of me and that she wanted to make sure I dated a good person bc I deserved that.

And she started to talk about why she couldn’t date me and she was very serious throughout that conversation. She’s usually only silly so that was new. And she talked about she had a hard time explaining her feelings to the person she cared for. And then she told me that she cared for me and that I’m so easy to talk to and open up to. And I think throughout this conversation I was so confused about her intentions.

She told me that she felt a lot more about me than she thought she did. And I realised that I’ve had it the same way. And I tbh knew that she felt more than she admitted. Bc well she stayed at my place for 48 hours the first time we met. Of course she felt something more than that. And then it started to get late and then early in the morning. And she told me how she wanted to make me feel better when I text her I have anxiety. And that she wants to make sure I sleep well.

And in the beginning I very much took all what she said lightly tbh. But bc ppl talk you know?? Then they don’t act. And I explained to her that I don’t believe words, I believe actions.

I know that she cares for me. I know that she thinks I’m wonderful and I also now know that she’s felt like that for some time. So the reason why she didn’t want to date me had literally nothing to do with me. So I was right.

now it’s 6am in the morning and I’m so tired and drunk that I can’t help but fall into all this stuff. She holds me. She dances with me. She said she wanted to follow me home bc I live a dangerous place lol not true. But I let her do that and we try and fall asleep together. But my heart is pounding and she comforts me and does breathing exercises with me. And all this is very cute n love. Here’s the issue

A hasn’t fully accepted that she’s into girls and that A is bi which is affecting her a lot.

so she likes me. I like her. And we can’t date basically bc A has some challenges which I understand completely. But this is one of the hardest things ever to like each other and not be able to do the stuff you really want to. And we were both very annoyed and affected by that. I’ve never tried this stuff before and it’s really absolutely horrible.. bc love and stuff is just not enough to make a relationship. That sucks so bad.

yea .. and then I cried. And she cried and then I comforted her and my heart was pounding and then she comforted me and then I could feel I needed to make a very clear boundary. So I told her: “it’s okay that we cuddled together today without having sex. But from this day forward I have to sweep all this stuff under rug and pretend like you don’t have all these feelings for me. Bc if I will fall into it and I will be greatly disappointed if you aren’t able to be secure about a relationship with me.” and then I also said “if anything changes with this way you feel about communication in a relationship and being in a wlw relationship, you will come and tell me but till then I will pretend like this never happened so we can be friends”

then we snuggled for 12 hours straight and made out constantly the last hour and my cunni was SOAKED. We still didn’t fuck bc I would be wayyy sadder if we did than I already am.

and yea idk then she texted me a few hours later after how it was going at my friend’s place and I had to tell to not text me for a while so I can find myself in all this

so I think I managed pretty well putting down boundaries but damn the pain in my heart feels very heavy :// and I know it’ll be better soon.

If it happens, it happens. I’ll take one day at a time. But no matter what I feel I won’t use my time on someone who doesn’t feel secure to be in a relationship. Even when I know for a fact that the reason has absolutely nothing to do with me. I know that A’s challenges should and will be solved by A and A knows that too.

she’s ridiculously caring and attentive and I hate the fact that she’s actually such a good girl bc then I can’t hate her guts.

[hallibahar]

Adessa & bb!Callista shenanginans

for @lorata

It's like 6am in here but the brainrot is strong and unstoppable which started up as my ramblings about how bb Calli and Adessa met then it evolved into a mini-fic and honestly, we stan two unapologetic, cross-generation murderesses.

Click for absolutely questionable morals

The girl in front of her door is unimpressive with blood soaked up to her elbows and a maniacal look in her eyes. She is new here, Adessa knows this, everyone knows this, they all watched the last days of the 41st to see who was the newest murder-child that will be reborn out of violence and as much as she appreciates a good torture, her appreciation is limited at the ones skills to get away with it—and this girl right here, Callista, is a living proof of it.

Not that any new babies will know how to skin the skin off and get out of the crime scene without leaving a clue behind. It’s sad, but a force of infancy in the end, so Adessa doesn’t dwell on that.

They weren’t introduced to one another yet, but according to that all-teeth-but-no-mirth smile of hers, she already knew who she was, which house she lived in and few key things about her to suggest such an undergrad suggestion to her.

“Go to your mentor.” says Adessa after a well-calculated minute. This winter was the hottest they experienced so far, not a single snowflake on sight thus leaving the children to go wild and do the dumbest things out of sheer boredom.

(Odin, a few days ago, tried to congratulate her birthday by playing a round of chess with her then had the audacity to look insulted when Adessa said she only plays with the intellects that will challenge her, not the ones that use their brains to feed the snails.)

But this one right here, a mere girl who thought she knew everything about killing just because she ripped about bodies and feast on it, tops the cake.

Callista tilts her head, that damn smile never falling, and she narrows her eyes, a failed attempt to scare off a woman who dissected a person on live when the new Victor who probably  couldn’t even read yet at the time. “No,” she says. “I said help me, so you will.”

Adessa raises a brow and tilts her head as well, if this little girl wants to play then she will. “The only person who is assigned to help you is your mentor.” she answers, seemingly calm. “A poorly done job so far as I can see, but trust your elder and go to her.”

Now, this seems to start to annoy the fussy one. Sweet. “And what? So she could ground me once again?”

“Only solution to your murderous outbursts, as far as I’m concerned—which is none.” She reaches for the door knob to close it but a heel gets in between and stops the motion.

“I don’t care what important thing going in your life to not to get me out of this mess—”

“--a lot of things actually, dear. Grown up jobs.”

Callista ignores her as she continues. “--but allowing another fellow murderer to go to prison like a common criminal is not fair in your case.”

Adessa shrugs. “Well, you do act like one.”

Callista breathes out slowly, expression calm but dangerous and oh, it seems like someone will have an outburst yet again and Adessa prepares herself for that lovely scene—except it doesn’t happen. The younger woman squares her shoulders up slightly and grins yet again and huh, now things are getting interesting.

 “Well,” she says after a moment. “It still doesn’t change the fact that some asshole out there is bleeding in some high-class hospital because of a new Victor, a one from Two at that, which would massively affect our, your, future mentorships if you don’t rid me of this. So many kids you helped to raise in that damn Centre just because you decided to ignore me. So…you in or what?”

Adessa doesn’t answer, just stares at the newest Victor like she found a new potential, a promising one at that—unlike Odin who was just too scared to raise a single eyebrow at her let alone his voice. “Well, your first mistake was to admit the body to the hospital.” Adessa says and something shines in Callista’s dark eyes. 

--

Hera is at her door a few days later as predicted and her expression is the one from a statue, stone cold yet passive.“Did you know?”

Which one? Adessa thinks. The fact that your Victor slashed open a sponsor or the fact that I helped her to cover it up for Games’ sake? “Is the thing you want to talk about worthy enough to make me stay in front of my door at the dawn of the day?”

Hera purses her lips at that, probably resisting an eye roll and honestly, Adessa can’t blame her for that. “You decide. Is the fact that the sponsor, who got murdered by my own Victor, the brother of the new President?” she asks and Adessa’s gaze sharpens.

(“Tell me about the details,” Adessa asked as they sat down on her couch. “Did you know who he was or he just was your first trial?”

Callista waits for a second and nods, meaning yes. “Wanted to play the hero for once, I suppose.”)

“Oh. That’s unfortunate.”

Hera looks at her as if she confessed that she carries the organs of the last tribute she dissected on the Arena in her body. “You don’t particularly seem surprised by it, may I ask why?”

Adessa almost grins at that, almost, but now she has to continue the small game Callista started. “Well, Snow is a new face, it is normal for a girl who got blinded by bloodlust wanted to intimidate him to cause us no harm. It’s a normal reaction from a curious girl, I would assume.”

(“Curiosity can also be channelled by doing morally good things like research or doing some form of art.” Iris had said one day, sipping on her tea on a lovely afternoon. “And no, torture doesn’t counts.” she adds with a small, dark smile, reminding Adessa why she still tolerated her disturbingly decent hearted mentor.)

Hera sighs. “It's a good narrative, but still risky.”

(“You think they will believe it?” Callita asks, slightly unsure underneath her skin but nothing comes to surface. Good enough. 

“People will believe what they want to believe.” Adessa waves a hand. “All you have to do i to give what they want to hear.”)

“Tell your Victor to behave then.” Adessa says bluntly. “I know, with no experience from myself means nothing to you, but perhaps she will listen if you give a serious one-on-one talk to her.”

“And what if it doesn’t?”

(Callista nods. “And if it doesn’t, I will just try harder until they do so.”)

Adessa shrugs. “It will if you try hard enough, she still is a human and has 206 bones and numerous systems under her skin. As unruly as she is, she will listen to you if she really wants to continue to thrive.”

(Just don’t let it happen again, dear.” Adessa says. “And we have a deal.”)

--

Darkest consequences, Adessa had learned through many hardships in the mentor station, haunts after most vicious lies.

 Her brand new Victor, Nero, is a living proof at that which only meant one thing—Coriolanus knew. He always knew who was behind the murder of his brother but still played along with it, looked her in the eye and insisted that she must try again to mentor in 42nd as well, even though it would be three in a row.

And here she is now, watching her boy getting crowned out of the Arena which offered nothing; no weapons, no good memories, no healing—just pain but he is alive, at least, he won’t be a corpse even if he was intended to be one by a frenemy of hers.

There is no coincidence in Panem and no good ending for the tributes who got the short end of the stick, so Callista also being here as an observer is a sweet twist in Snow’s bloody game.

 Now, as the trumpets echo through the screens, Callista turns to her, smile as sharp as the non-existent knives in her boy’s Arena and eyes as hard as the rocks he had smashed brains with. “Don’t worry,” she says. “I will remember to do your tricks when he comes up at my door, covered in blood.”

“We will see about that.” she recites without looking a second away from the screen, because this moment here is the closure of what they had done, and she has no intention to let Snow win this.

[underratedandoverit]

some things never change

908 words chuck taylor/trent baretta (implied, can be read as gen)

death before dishonor changed me on some level. my first time with these boys like this so like. be kind to me. takes place post their title match (i also know oc was there but shh lemme have this)

its proofread and edited now, i dont think its terrible but be mindful that i wrote this in an hour of frenzy at 6am originally lmao

hurt/comfort. mild warnings for trent having stitches, theres mention of blood, chuck has issues liking himself and trent says shit once

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Chuck had remained silent the entire time they had been sitting in the trainers room after the match. There had been too heated of a moment at ringside when the match ended for them to notice it, but when they got backstage someone had kindly pointed out that Trent had gotten cut at the brow at some point, so they were escorted to see the doctors, whether they wanted it or not. Chuck insisted that he was okay, apart from some mental wounds from yet another loss, only being worried about Trent right there and then.

As was tradition it seemed, Trent insisted on being okay, but complained the entire time he was being taken care of. Being walked to the medical, having to sit there, while they were cleaning up his wound and washing his face off of the excess blood, while he was being stitched up. Chuck watched all of this happen, not intervening, letting Trent get it out of his system.

When they were finally free to leave to get back to the locker room, Chuck just quietly accepted the ice packs from the trainers that Trent had left behind, knowing that he would bitch about leaving them behind later. Trent was clearly in a hurry to get out of there, being frustrated with the whole situation, which Chuck didn’t blame him at all about.

To be honest, Chuck only blamed himself for all of this. Even if it was indirect, he was the one that brought the team down by not being there to help Trent by breaking the pin, effectively causing them to lose the match. Not to mention since he wasn’t able to properly protect his partner, he had been bleeding by the end of it all.

Trent kicked the locker room door open, Chuck being kind of irked over the fact that it was only the two of them in the Best Friends locker room that night. He honestly would have felt very much the same if they had gotten those titles in their possession and had their friends there to celebrate with them, just with the opposite situation. 

But now Chuck had to deal with all of this by himself, when he wished someone more capable was around to handle the moment he didn’t feel like he was able to hold together for much longer.

Maybe the sigh he let out was a little bit louder than he intended, Chuck instinctively wincing as he saw the concern on Trent’s face following the sound as the other man turned to look towards him, stopping in the middle of his annoyed rant that Chuck hadn’t been listening to at all.

“What’s wrong?”

Chuck just shrugged, weighting the ice pack in his hands that he suddenly found more interesting than anything else in the room. “Just… Bummed about this. Losing, once again.”

Trent’s eyes narrowed slightly, knowing very well when his longtime tag partner was lying to him. Without saying anything he grabbed Chuck by the wrist, walking him to the couch and sitting him down, taking a seat next to him. Chuck didn’t resist, knowing full well that doing so was going to make him explain himself even further. At least this way he was able to try to mask the disappointment and self-deprecation he was currently feeling.

“This isn’t just about losing, is it?”

Chuck glanced at him, but didn’t say anything, avoiding looking at any clear features of Trent, eyes landing on his stitched up brow. He carefully lifted the ice pack in his hand and pressed it against Trent’s face, a small smile blossoming on his lips briefly as he sighed again.

“At least I’m good for one thing, huh?”

Trent remained silent for a moment, but it was obvious that the gears in his head were turning at the statement. “What are you talking about?”

“We lost the match. I couldn’t get back to the ring in time. Sorry about that.”

Chuck removed the ice pack from Trent’s face briefly, wincing at the line of stitches on his face before pressing the ice back against the wound. “And sorry about your face.”

“Dude, it’s not like it was you who made me bleed.”

He knew exactly what Trent meant, but it still wasn’t easy to hear and Chuck’s mind to accept. He looked away, feeling the guilt gnawing on him under his skin.

“Yeah… But I could have prevented that. And I didn’t.”

Trent looked at him, observed the clearly defeated demeanor of the other man for a while, before his hand reached for the ice pack and Chuck’s hand holding it, carefully pulling it off his face and lowering it down, taking the obstacle away from between the two of them so he could finally directly look at Chuck.

“It’s not your fault.”

Trent slowly peeled the ice pack from Chuck’s hand, putting it aside as he grabbed a hold of his hand, interlacing their fingers with one another with ease. Chuck slowly looked back at them, staring at their hands for a moment before he could feel Trent giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t care how many times we win, how many times we lose, how it happens or who’s fault it supposedly is. We’re best friends, dude. As long as we’re together, none of that shit matters.”

Chuck nodded, a small smile crossing his lips, followed by a soft chuckle.

“…Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.”

[nyoomfruits]

First of all I loved loved loved the fic so much, you dont even understand. I had to get to work at 6am today and I still read it in one go staying up till nearly one... (Also: your Oscat fic was my 1st landoscar!!) I know this is not really director's cut, but god so many times during reading I thought about Oscars PoV (your Lando truly is so painfully yet fantastically oblivious) and the way this man has been suffering and pining away for a literal decade only to get himself in the most of all insane situations with his colour coded marriage binder. So I guess my question would be for any insights into his head, any headcanons from his perspective (during the fic and/or the previous TEN YEARS HE HAS LIVED WITH LANDO) or maybe even a small scene from his PoV, pretty please with breadsticks on top??

Also delightful cameos from Daniel, George, Alex, Max, Charles, Logan and Lando's family <3

i'm so bad at like. the other pov when i write fics lmao i can't explain but??? i know what's going on in oscar's head but also not really??? BUT i can give you this like one fun little detail:

“It’s just annoying, that she can’t see I’m happy the way I am right now, you know? I have enough money to do whatever I want, I have the apartment, I have you,” he snorts. “Maybe I should just marry you. That would surely get my mum off my back.” There’s a clattering noise as a packet of Oreo’s tries to make a break for it and hits Oscar square in the nose, making him stagger back a little with a strangled noise. Lando laughs, and picks his phone back up, scrolling through the options of the restaurant. “Yeah,” Oscar says, when he’s retrieved the packet of Oreo’s from the floor. He opens his mouth to say something else, maybe, but Lando interrupts him, waving his phone around. “Let me guess,” he says. “You want the Chicken parm?”

its VERY subtle but basically the packet of oreo's didn't 'try to make a break for it'. oscar fumbled it when lando basically insinuated they should get married. idiots in love <3

[hellishvxbes]

My minds been on a my first love a lot in the past few months and it’s been on overdrive now.

I was thinking about the beauty of emotional intimacy. Being so lucky to get to see inside someone’s heart, especially when they are so heavily guarded.

I met him when I was 17, and while I lived in a very abusive environment, I hadn’t been broken yet. I still held a very childish view on the world and really, all I wanted was to be the light that kept people from getting too lost in the dark. Because I know what that is like.

It was a strange situation, when we met we bickered a lot, he saw me as loud and annoying and well, that hasn’t changed lol. But I thought I would be the last person to like someone like that, and him liking me like that. Yet, despite our differences, we flowed kind of perfectly.

It was one of those relationships where everyone else kind of knew that you both liked each other. Belonged. In the end our friends were the ones who basically pushed us in a room to finally come out with it.

Next Thursday would be an anniversary if we were still together. And I know ppl think it’s weird to keep up with your exes but he.. never felt like an ex. There is a connection we have that just surpassed all that. And I’ve kept every message we ever sent, and it’s actually crazy reading back and how much we flirted and teased and talk. Even in the recent ones from last year we just never seemed to ever grow from that. He lives on the other side of the world. It was easier in high school to stay up until 6am talking to each other, but with adult life both working and too tired really keep up with most things.

But even then, we’d go years without talking and then suddenly pick it up right where we left off.

And we’ve had the talk, about our breakup and the way we both thought we were fools. How we thought that the other wasn’t going to want to see or talk to them anymore. That rush of relief I still feel it in my chest when we both made it clear we didn’t want to ever stop being in each others life.

He’s not perfect no one is, and I find myself missing him more cuz he is very rarely online and believe me the rational part of my brain is like ‘girl let it go it’s impossible ‘ but it’s my heart knows.

I think back to everyone I’ve been with since then. How relationships didn’t work out for various reasons, but deep down me knowing they weren’t him either. When I think about again, how intimate it is for someone to see inside your heart. How many times I laid mine bare for people who couldn’t give two shits. Because they were selfish, because they only cared about themselves. How they hurt me when all I wanted to do was love them. There are things I’ve done in those relationship I am not always proud of, but I was always genuine in the way I love people. And I’ll never let anyone tell me any different, the kind of love i give is what made you stay, you were the one who needed me to tell you how great you were when you hated yourself.

Now I’m the guarded one. I’ve got much thicker skin now, I don’t trust, I’m skeptical of everything now. I’m much more closed off then I’ve ever been. I have learned to start putting up strong boundaries, and for the longest time I’ve mourned who I used to be. Because it hurts like hell when you care the way I do and you have to force it down. You have to retract that hand that wants to reach out and take someone’s hand to tell them they aren’t alone.

I thought I lost that girl but when I talk to him, I see glimpses of her. And it’s something I want to protect with all of my heart. And it’s probably silly. I’m a Pisces so I’m over romanticize. I daydream. I get all up in my head, and maybe that’s what all this.. but why does he crowed every aspect of my head. Why when I write scenes of love he becomes the center of my muse. Why the fewest words from him are enough to remind me why I’m gonna be okay despite everything fighting against me. Why have those feelings never died out? It’s been 12 years and I still can’t shake it. And idk why I’m rambling about it now it’s just going over and over in my brain trying to think logically, trying to fight the way my heart is telling me that what I’m feeling is real.

[survey--s]

483.

what is the one thing you remember most about January of last year? Uh, not much to be honest. As far as I remember it was just a normal month.

you look at the clock and it’s 11:11, do you wish? Nope. how do you think you will look 3 years from now? Probably pretty much the same as I do now, lol. My appearance hasn’t really changed that much since I hit my twenties.

once you graduate (if you haven’t already) are you leaving your hometown? I moved away from my hometown about seven years ago. what is your dream job? I love what I’m doing at the moment. Maybe in an ideal world I’d do something with exotic animals but I’d need to go back to school to do that now.

what would be number one on your bucket list? I don’t really have a bucket list, but I’d love to step foot on every continent on earth someday. That seems like a pretty cool goal.

how old do you think you’ll be when you make your will? I don’t really need to make one. I’m married without kids so by law everything goes to Mike (and vice versa if he dies first).

you get a text message. who do you hope it is? I’m not really fussed about it lol. I’m not very sociable ha.

are there any songs that you hear that just make you wanna dance? Sure, mainly 9-5 by Dolly Parton and Mr Brightside by the Killers.

do you get any of your songs from limewire? Hahah yes, I used to love LimeWire and Kazaa back in the day. 

what’s the oddest thing you are wearing right now? I’m just wearing leggings and a hoody.

you and your best friend get in a fight. why do you think that is? The only time we argue is about housework or the cats.

do you use the word “basically” a lot? I don’t think so?

do you use proper grammar or use IM talk? I use proper spelling but I don’t always bother capitalising words - it depends on the context.

what is your biggest annoyance at the moment? I woke up at 6am on my morning off and couldn’t get back to sleep lol. And I have to back out to feed Monty soon which is just annoying ha. Looking after him has definitely taught me that I never want a horse of my own though.

you see the person you fell hardest for. what do you do? I mean, he’s upstairs so I’d just say hello, I guess.

have/are you depressed? I’ve been diagnosed with depression in the past, but I’m not currently medicated. did you grow up in the united states? No. I’ve never even been to the states.

are you dreading tomorrow? No, but I really can’t be arsed with doing the pop-in visits I have booked lol. Luckily it’s less than a week until Easter break.

do you call anybody ‘baby’? Some of the dogs and the cat, LOL.

if your school had a winter formal on new years, would you go? No.

where is the fanciest place you have ever visited? We went to some amazing 5* hotels when I was younger - Chateau Lake Louise in Canada is the main one that springs to mind. I’ve also been to a few really posh Michelin star places - my parents are big foodies.

who is the one person you can completely be yourself around? Mike.

are your pop-ups blocked on your computer? Who doesn’t have pop-ups blocked these days?

do you wear earrings on a normal basis? Yeah, I never take my earrings out unless I’m changing my jewellery which pretty much never happens anymore.

how old were you when you realized that life goes on? I have no idea. are your parent’s night owls or morning birds? My mum’s an owl and my dad’s a lark.

do you like to sing? I do, but I can’t do it in tune lol.

are there some songs that you will never understand the lyrics to? I’m sure there are. do you own a lot of picture frames? No.

who is your favorite author? Neil Gaiman.

how many pillows are on your bed?  We have two each, plus two throw pillows.

how is your hair right now? Damp from my shower and tied up in a messy bun.

is your phone fully charged? Nope, it’s at 28%, I’ll charge it in the car on the way to sort Monty.

what’s your favorite thing about the holidays? Time off work, good food, sleeping in and spending time with friends and family. are you still in school? No.

how many days/months until your next birthday? Seven months, nine days.

what is your favorite type of cake? Cheesecake.

how many rings do you wear on a day-to-day basis? Two - my wedding and engagement rings.

when will you next laugh until you cry? How am I sipposed to predict that? lol.

[arklay]

hi i found another song last night for the clown pair and i will never emotionally recover from this

[byersbootyshorts]

Thin Walls (S.R.)

The team is exhausted. But with the inn they're staying at forcing them to pair up for the night, you and Spencer aren't so tired anymore.

Word Count: 2,212

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: sub!s5!Spencer, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem recieving), mommy kink, praise kink, hair pulling, choking, language

he's looking at me ahaha

“Great work on this case everyone,” Hotch announced as you all entered the quaint inn you’d be staying in. “Now everyone, get some rest. The jet leaves at 6am sharp tomorrow.”

There was a chorus of groans as the team anticipated the early start they faced. After a moment the owners of the inn entered the lobby.

“I’m sorry, we only have four rooms available.”

“Uh, Four?” Spencer exclaimed.

“Well, I am not sleeping with Reid.” Morgan said from behind the rest of you.

“Dibs.” Garcia grabbed Morgan’s hand, causing the rest of you to laugh tiredly.

“I don’t think you have to worry about sharing a bed with Spencer anymore now that he’s otherwise occupied,” said Emily, smirking at you.

The team had only recently found out that you and Spencer were dating, and they had taken every opportunity to tease the both of you for it.

Eventually, you all got tired and decided to head up to your rooms. The room that you and Spencer would share was at the very end of the corridor, right next to Morgan and Garcia’s.

“Goodnight, my loves” Garcia yawned, using her key card to open the door.

“Goodnight,” you and Spencer uttered in unison.

“Try not to have too much fun in there, kid” Morgan laughed, hitting Spencer’s arm.

“Oh, shut up,” you replied before quickly opening the door to your own room and pulling Spencer inside.

The room was small and cosy with a bathroom attached. You kissed Spencer on the cheek and headed towards the bathroom to clean up. It had been a long day. And the inhumanly early start in the morning wasn’t improving your mood.  You showered quickly and changed into a baggy t-shirt and some underwear. When you re-entered the room you found Spencer lying on his stomach on the bed, reading as usual.

“I wish the team didn’t treat us differently now they know we’re dating,” you complained, causing Spencer to look up from his book. “Especially Morgan. His jokes are getting a little annoying.”

“They don’t mean any harm,” Spencer said, putting his book down and climbing off the bed. He hugged you instinctively, leaning down to kiss your jaw. “Plus, maybe Morgan had a point when he joked about us having some ‘fun’ in here,” he mumbled between kisses.

“Come on, Spence,” you said, revelling in the warmth of his breath on your neck. “We can’t. We have to get up early.”

But Spencer didn’t let go of you.

“Please,” he begged, lifting his face from your neck to give you a needy look. That look was persuasion enough. God, he looked so beautiful when he begged with his brows furrowed and his eyes wide.

“Please, what?” you teased, grabbing the tie he hadn’t bothered to take off yet.

“Please, mommy,” he whispered.

You didn’t break eye contact while you slowly undid his tie. You could feel the bulge in his pants growing as he pushed it against you for any sense of friction.

“Ok, what kind of ‘fun’ had you planned on having, doctor?” you asked him.

He gulped before stuttering. “I want to- um- to eat you out.” You smiled at his suggestion.

“That can be arranged,” you said, pulling away from him and setting yourself on the bed. You lay on your back, spreading your legs in front of you. Spencer stared at you as though you were the last thing he was ever going to see.

A few moments passed before he snapped out of his daze. He gently positioned himself between your legs and began kissing your thighs. His soft kisses quickly made your underwear wet. When Spencer noticed this he rushed to take them off, desperate to not let any of your pleasure go to waste. You stared down at him expectantly, as he pulled your underwear off. He tossed them on the floor and was about to lean in again when he stopped. He turned around, walked towards his bag, and began to rifle through it. You looked at him with a quizzical look.

“Oh, don’t worry about me.” You sighed sarcastically. “I’ll be here all night.”

“Sorry,” he said, not looking up from his bag. “Just a second.”

You threw your head back in impatience until you heard his footsteps making their way back over to the bed. He was standing over you, hands in his hair, pulling it back into a ponytail.

“You really spent all that time looking for a hair tie?” You acted annoyed but in reality you were relishing the way he looked. You loved that his hair was now long enough to be pulled back into a pony tail. You loved how it exposed his sharp jaw and the hickeys you’d tried to hide behind hair.

“I didn’t want it to get in the way,” he said, finally leaning back in between your legs.

He inched towards your pussy, his shallow breaths against your sensitive skin making you shiver. He slowly licked your slit and you let out a low moan in response. This moan only encouraged Spencer as he found your clit and began to suck on it. The sensation sent a spark of pleasure through you.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” you praised him. “Good boy.”

You wrapped your hand around his ponytail, using it to guide him where you wanted him. He moaned in response, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure.

He replaced where his mouth was on your clit with his fingers and moved his tongue down to your entrance. You pushed his head further between your legs, as if trying to make his tongue reach as far inside you as you could without suffocating him. He rubbed your clit with agonizing pleasure and you had to bite your lip to control your volume. Morgan and Garcia were in the next room, after all.

When you could speak you whispered praise that he responded to by curling his tongue inside you.

“Shit, Spence, yes, good boy.”

You felt your legs begin to shake and you knew you were close. Spencer must’ve sensed it too, as the movements of his tongue became more desperate and quicker. Then, he hit that place that sent you over the edge. You gripped his hair tightly, as you came into his mouth. Swearing loudly, you shut your eyes, savouring the euphoria as he soaked up every last drop of you.

After a minute Spencer’s head popped up from between your thighs. He shuffled forward on top of you until his face was just inches from yours. You wiped your cum from around his mouth and without even asking him to he licked it off them.

“You’re such a slut.” You admired his disgruntled face. His red lips and the ponytail that was now falling out from your pulling.

You pulled his chin towards you, crashing your lips against his. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, seeking entrance to your mouth which you granted. His mouth tasted of you. His body lazily grinded against you. You were both exhausted but you couldn’t resist him. Besides, you couldn’t leave him to deal with the bulge that was growing in his pants all by himself.

“Take off your clothes,” you demanded, pushing him off you. He followed your order obediently, climbing off the bed and stumbling out of his shirt and pants. Lastly, he pulled off his underwear, sighing in relief. You got up and walked over to him.

“Since you were such a good boy pleasing mommy like that I’m going to give you whatever you want.” Kissing him again, you pushed him down unto the bed. His chest moved up and down slowly, as if he was trying to regulate his breathing.

“What do you want baby?” you asked.

“I want to cum inside you,” he replied without hesitation this time.

You got on top of him, not yet lowering yourself on his dick. The pleading in his eyes made you smirk. You lifted his head and pulled the hair tie out of his hair. You ruffled his hair, spreading it all over the pillow beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful,” you remarked, running a finger along his jaw.

“Please, mommy, please fuck me,” was his response.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just teasing you,” you said, finally lowering yourself down on him. You both moaned at the contact. Spencer’s hands instantly went to your hips. He dug his nails sharply into your skin, sending more pleasure through you.

You sat on his dick for a moment, adjusting to its size before grinding up and down on it.

“Oh, God,” Spencer whined. “Fuck, mommy.”

You smiled down at him, quickening your pace.

He let out louder moans, the both of you too caught in the moment to try to stay quiet. Spencer grabbed the hand that you had placed on his shoulder and guided it to his neck.

“Choke me, please,” he begged. You applied pressure to his throat. Just enough so he could still breathe. Your other hand travelled to his hair which was still sprawled messily on the pillow. You pulled it lightly with every thrust, Spencer’s moans growing more and more erratic.

His hands that were gripping your hips moved below your t-shirt and up your back. He scratched you desperately, causing you to swear quietly.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby,” you reassured him. You felt yourself tighten around his dick. He shut his eyes and let out a laboured breath, his nails almost drawing blood from the delicate skin of your back.

“I- fuck- I’m close.” His voice was barely audible.

“I know baby, I know.” You knew you were just as close as he was so you began deepening your thrusts, his dick reaching further inside you.

“Be a good boy and cum for me,” you said, giving his hair a sharper tug.

He tensed beneath you and you felt the warm liquid fill you up.

“Oh God,” he whined, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Mommy, thank you. Thank you,” he repeated.

The sight of him squirming beneath you and his cum seeping out between your legs triggered your second orgasm. You grinded up and down on him slowly, riding out your high.

“Shit, that’s my good boy,” you breathed.

Once you’d caught your breath rolled off him. You hadn’t realised how tired you were until your back hit the mattress. Spencer rolled onto his side and gazed up at you. You kissed his forehead lightly, running your hand over the red mark on his neck where your hand had been.

“Sorry about that,” you mumbled tiredly.

“It’s worth it,” he replied, smiling.

Spencer yawned and you reached over to turn out the light.

“Goodnight baby, I love you,” you whispered.

I love you,” he replied. And you both fell into a steady sleep.

The next morning you and Spencer were the last to stumble onto the jet. Getting up at the break of dawn wasn’t easy after what you’d done the night before. You slumped yourselves down opposite Morgan and Garcia who exchanged a look you were too exhausted to distinguish.

“Morning, sleepyheads,” Morgan said with a little too much enthusiasm considering the early hour. The two of you just groaned in response leaning on each other with closed eyes, drifting off again.

The flight was quiet. Everyone still tired from the previous case. However, you were woken by the childish giggling and whispering of the two agents opposite you.

“What’s so funny,” you said groggily, annoyed they’d awoken you.

“Oh, nothing,” Garcia said, not very convincingly.

You shifted into a more upright position which you knew woke Spencer up, but he didn’t open his eyes.

“Garcia, you should know better than to lie on a plane full of profilers.”

She shared a knowing look with Morgan and they began to laugh again.

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t have the energy to deal with them right now. You were just about to attempt to get some more sleep before you landed when you heard your two friends saying something that made your eyes widen.

‘Oh, yes mommy,” Morgan, chuckled. “Fuck me, mommy.”

“Good boy,” Garcia mocked you. “That’s good, baby.”

On hearing this Spencer sprang up, his jaw dropped. You both sat there in shock. In fact, the whole team had turned to look at the four of you with puzzled expressions.

“What the hell was that?” JJ asked.

“His words, not mine,” Morgan said, pointing at Spencer. “The walls of that inn were pretty thin. And I thought I told you not to have too much fun last night, pretty boy,”

“At least he’s having ‘fun’,” Rossi argued, putting air quotes around the word fun. “What did you do when you went into your room last night, Derek?”

“I slept,” he replied.

“My point exactly,” Rossi said before looking back out the window.

“You know, if you wanted, we could’ve had some fun last night too, hot stuff,” Garcia giggled.

“I think we’ll leave that to these two lovers over here,” Morgan said.

Spencer’s face had flushed bright red and you hid your face in your hands.

“Remind me to never beg you for sex when those two are near us ever again,” Spencer murmured.

“Noted.”

[ilycorisradiata]

Scaramouche Part 2 👀

his report pt. 2

ಌ his report: scaramouche x male!reader

ಌ theme: he'd warned you about doing it in the office next, but you didn't think he had meant it so soon

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, amab reader, dom!scara, office sex, masturbation, oral (scara receiving), exhibitionism(is that the word? 6am brain go poop !), sex up against a meeting room window hehe, some degrading names said by scara, a certain ginger catches you maybe sorta, solo edited + solo read, cross-posted on ao3

ಌ wc: 2.1k

ಌ notes: [link to part 1] hi anon !! ask and you shall receive >:) this one is longer than pt. 1 since it originally was just a drabble (i got a bit carried away...) hope you enjoy ! (sorry... only one update this weekend, will post more fics soon)

“That concludes this meeting. Please send me those documents once you are finished with the processing, and I’ll get them approved right away.” All colleagues in the room stand from their seats, including you, gathering everything to leave your boss to his devices in the meeting room. Scaramouche made his way to the main desk, his desk, in the meeting room. Just as you were about to leave, he stops you.

“Ah, Y/N, stay here. I want a word with you.” Stopping in your tracks, sweat trickling down the back of your neck, shutting the door behind your colleagues with a click. He’s quick to be behind you, pulling you away from the door by your wrist and bringing you back over to the meeting table.

He didn’t speak to you in this moment, and it made you more nervous than before. A bubbling panic. What could have possibly ticked him off in the meeting, or anywhere for that matter? He spoke eloquently during the meeting, not a single thing to announce he was annoyed or upset with the outcome. His words had flown smoothly, well-spoken.

“A-ah, Scara– I mean, Boss, what did you need from me?”

“Strip.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me? Strip. Now.”

Looking at him; his face forming a dangerous look, and the glow in his eyes almost light up the room slightly. It was a different look. Never having seen this before, especially at your workplace, you couldn’t question him. He had an authority over you, in more ways than one and it would be wrong to disobey him now. You, of course, wanted this just as much as he did. It only surprised you because it was so soon… So, you strip. Every last piece of your work uniform is in a pile on the floor, and you hadn’t even heard the fact that Scaramouche had actually locked the door to the meeting room before walking slowly back toward you. You were too embarrassed to remove every article from your body… So, you stood embarrassed in nothing but your boxers. He stares you down, noticing your hesitation to remove everything

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” A scowl adorned his face, arms folded over his chest and a finger taps impatiently on his clothed bicep. Slipping your thumbs under the waistband, you pull them down slowly. Your heart was hammering in your ribcage, that fear of someone walking in with you completely in the nude, at work, with your boss in front of you… What would they even think of this situation? A hand flies to your jaw, holding your face up with some force so you would finally look at him, and you could do nothing but stare back in awe. You wanted to curse yourself for finding that arousing, cock twitching to life. Previous anxious thoughts were out of the window… And all you could concentrate on was your boss in front of you. Letting go of your jaw, he steps closer to you and breathes down your neck, into your ear.

“I want you to prepare yourself in front of me. Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not there, hmm?” He steps back, enough to give you some room. His instructions were absolute, and you weren’t risking the fact of getting embarrassed in front of your colleagues. Squatting down, you spit into your hand and palm away at your half erect cock. You hear him blow a long and low whistle, stepping back to watch every expression you pull on your face. Hot. Everywhere felt hot. You couldn’t tell if it was from shyness, or if it was because his eyes were burning holes into your face, your body. With the other hand you suck on two fingers, and you look up, hoping to entice him. He looks at you, unbothered. No matter the number of little moans around your fingers had given you the reaction you had thought for, and he was glaring at you. Releasing both fingers, you circle your hole. Plunging one in, you whimper, wishing it was his instead of your own. To be honest, it wasn’t even embarrassing to admit to yourself anymore… That the only way to get off was with the image of your boss.

“Hah… You’re thinking of me, aren’t you? Fucking pervert.” Looking up at him through foggy eyes, you couldn’t actually tell if he was enjoying the display and he continued to keep a bored expression on. He shuffles toward you again, looking at you with expectant eyes and you knew what he wanted. Continuing to work yourself up, you nudge your nose against his groin. You hadn’t even realised he was sporting an erection… Too busy with your own thoughts, clearly. He chuffs through his nose, pleased that you were finally getting the gist when you nudged your way to his zipper and pulled it down with your teeth. He had sighed, but you were too busy with trying to please him, and yourself, of course.

You kissed and licked the fabric, paying special attention to the groan that you managed to pull from his throat. He pulled it out, tapping it on your lips to get you to do your work, and you did just that. Running your tongue up and down his shaft like it was the best dessert you’d ever had, sucking and licking the head. Spit and precum bubbled at the corners of your mouth when you took him in, tongue flat against the underside whilst slowly sinking halfway and then pulling yourself back up fully, planting a small kiss to the head. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you see that strange glint in his eye again. Frightening. Nothing indicated if he was actually enjoying this, and you started to doubt yourself. Surely, he was… Right? I mean he’s hard, so you were doing something right… You went to take him in again, but he hated how slow you were taking things, so he thrusted forward harshly. Gagging around him, tears threatening to spill at any moment as he did it again and again, your hand that previously held your front flying up to grab onto his trousers. Trying to find balance again, opening yourself up diligently below for him despite feeling like you could topple over at any moment. The noises coming from you were a delight to him, watching as you try to suck any drool that tries to escape. Scaramouche starts fumbling slightly, slowing his onslaught in your mouth. He removes a shoe of his with his other foot, but because you couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, you were in for a surprise. He pressed his foot against your cock, thrusting it harshly upwards with your own precum spreading everywhere.

“That’s it… There you go. You’ve learnt well, slut.” Pulling out of your mouth and dragging you to your feet, he tells you to stand in front of the glass and you immediately hesitate. If you stood any closer to the glass, you were sure someone would see you. You stand still. Unmoving. This ticks Scaramouche off, and he storms to the desk, throwing open a drawer and taking a bottle out from it. He’s quick to come back, other shoe kicked off, bottle in his pocket, and he grabs the back of your neck to press you up against the glass. Coating his fingers in the bottle’s liquid, he’s quick to plunge them into you, making sure you had properly worked yourself open. He pulled them out just as quickly as he had put them in, lining himself up.

“I told you I would do this, but I bet you didn’t think it would be so soon… Especially since this meeting had something to do with your report for me, huh?” He’s agonisingly slow, pushing into you as if he had the entire time in the world to do so. Hissing into your neck when he finally bottomed out, he bit and licked everywhere around your neck, distracting you from him pulling all the way out.

“You better be quiet, or someone will walk past and see you pressed up against this glass… Wouldn’t want them seeing you from the hallway, bubbling out how much of a whore you are, considering you’re also doing it with someone in the meeting room everyone in this department was just in not too long ago...” That was the only warning he gave, quick to snap his hips back into you and relishing in the way you squeezed around him every time he pulled back out to the tip. You could hardly keep yourself together, mentally and physically. With the thought of being caught in this vulnerable position, and the fact your cock was rubbing deliciously against the glass windows. His hands were bruising themselves into your skin around your waist, pulling you into him in time with his thrusts. It was dizzying. He’d called you every vulgar name under the sun at this point, spooking you every now and again about someone walking past. Anyone could walk in, at least that was what you thought.

You could see into the hall, especially the backs of people working away in the distance as they did their work that he had requested. That was until someone had actually tried the door, and you reached behind you to grab onto Scaramouche for dear life. You were scared. If you were caught like this, it would be you who got into trouble… And not him. They knocked not once, but thrice. With no answer, and Scaramouche still pounding into you like the animal he was, the person outside definitely knew someone was in the meeting room. You watched as they came closer to the glass, two hands cupping around their eyes to try and peak into the glass window. One arm wraps itself around you to keep you balanced, whilst his other hand covers where the person’s eyes were. Letting out a cry when he rammed into you and the other person still trying to look in, you smack a hand over your mouth to muffle any moans that dare slip out. Not that it mattered, considering all that filled your ears were his heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“You tightened up when they looked in… Is it that exciting to have someone peak at us doing this at work? Maybe I should have done it in the hall, right in front of all of them.” His words were nothing but a whisper, as the person stepped away from the glass and walked down the hallway away from the meeting room. You couldn’t contain yourself much longer, and Scaramouche was very much at his limit as well.

“Make a mess then… I know you want to.” You were exactly on cue, almost trapping him inside you, splattering cum all other the glass. He tried to push himself even more impossibly further into you, releasing into you and grunting out indecipherable words. The only thing filling the room was now both of your breathing, but Scaramouche was always the first one to make a move in the end. He pulled you both away from the windows, pulling out of you momentarily before slamming you onto your back on his desk. A couple of knocks were heard on the glass, someone leaning their back against the pane. Shock filled your features, the colour orange the first thing you recognise with a slightly muffled voice that came shortly after.

“Scaramouche, I think you’ve used this room for long enough.” Recognising the voice, your neck snaps to look at the growing irritation spreading across Scaramouche’s features. He looks at you with dangerous eyes, as if it were your fault. He clicks his tongue, grabbing tissues to clean you up briefly before rushing to your uniform to help you dress. By the time you were dressed, and Scaramouche had cleaned up the mess you both made, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the meeting room. You stumbled after him, struggling to keep up with his long, quick strides. It didn’t take long to end up in the parking lot, with him practically throwing you into the car. Childe having made an appearance, definitely knowing what you two had done in the meeting room, had ticked him off. Scaramouche was muttering a plethora of insults under his breath.

“That stupid fucking ginger prick…”

“He kinda had a point though… ‘zushi.”

“Mmh… But I wanted to soil that entire room with us. It was thrilling, no, probably much more than that.”

“No further words to describe it then?”

“I can describe it better with actions, I’m not satisfied with just that. I’m spoiling you when we’re home.”

[avengersbtch]

I NEED YOU - JACK HARLOW

Jack Harlow X Reader

ANGST!!! Some fluff too :) 

Warnings: Just swearing. Also didn’t really proofread. It’s too much I’m sorry.

Word: 5.7k ahhhhhh

Summary: You & Jack have been together since forever; you mean the world to each other. Now that he’s get bigger & bigger, he is spending less and less time with you.

Note: I haven’t written a fic in like 4 years... so if it’s shit soz. 

You and Jack were ride or die; you had watched him work his way to the top right by his side with one hundred percent of your support. After graduating high school, Jack continued to pursue his dream while you went on to get a full-time job to keep up with bills and living. A job you thought would be temporary, you excelled at and enjoyed tremendously, of course this never came in-between you and Jack’s relationship. Jack knew how to prioritise you plain and simple. He would do anything for you, as would you. You had been by his side throughout it all, you were the one person he could rely on throughout his claim to the top.

After months and months of touring you had decided to move to LA to be with Jack more. Although moving to LA meant losing your job and leaving your life at home, you missed him and knew he would be in LA for a while till he got back home so you made the sacrifice and found a new job closer to him. It was perfect in the beginning, just as Jack said it would be. You would come home from work and find him home from the studio already, you would wake up in his arms like you missed. It was perfect. Then things got crazier for Jack, and he spent more time at the studio, you knew this was coming so you weren’t disappointed nor annoyed, this was his job at the end of the day – it wasn’t a normal 9-5. You had separate lives you wanted to live and both of you were living your lives simultaneously. Along the way you began spending less and less time together and although you shared a home, it became almost impossible to spend more than a minute together.

Jack was spending late nights at the studio for his upcoming new album, he wouldn’t come home sometimes till 2-3am while you were falling asleep early for work 6am wake ups. Then phone calls with each other slowed down up until they stopped, and you began texting.

You: Hey Baby, do you know what time you’ll be home today?

Jack: Nah, still at the studio. Hopefully soon.

You: Ok, I’m making dinner at about 6. Do you think you’ll be home by then?

Jack: I’ll try baby, love you

You: Love you too xx

You made dinner that night at 6, like you told Jack. Dinner was done at about 6:45 and Jack still wasn’t home, so you decided to wait half an hour. Half an hour became an hour and decided to check if it was worth waiting any longer,

You: baby, dinner is ready will you be home soon?

Jack: yeah soon.

This brought a small smile to your face, you weren’t sure how soon, soon was but you opted to plate you and his food so it would be ready to re-heat when he came home

An hour became two until you checked the time again and it was now 10pm and you still hadn’t eaten. You weren’t angry, you were just disappointed, it had been 2 days since you properly saw him. He would come home in the early hours of the morning, and you would wake up not long after he fell asleep. It was like a game of catch; he would come home to you sleeping and you would wake up to him sleeping. Instead of looking like a clingy girlfriend, you ate your dinner alone yet again.

You knew Jack got caught up at the studio, he was a hard worker, the type that gets so engrossed he loses track of reality. It was something you admired about him.  You only hated when his incredible work ethic came between your relationship, not that it happened often, it just seemed to be happening more and more often as of late. After eating, you dished and left his plate on the dinner table for him to re-heat when he got back home.

The next morning you woke up to Jack’s chest as usual and his heavy breathing. You felt his chest rise and fall suggesting his deep sleep. You smiled softly and got up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey Baby” You mumbled on his lips, embracing him further knowing you probably wouldn’t see him again till tomorrow morning. All you got was a soft grunt in return earning a small chuckle from you. You tapped his chest lightly while getting up to get ready for work “ mhmm love you to jay” You responded as though you were having a conversation with him.

This routine continued for another two days. You would come home to an empty house, message jack and asked when he would be home, he would respond with “soon” and you would wait as much as you could. Then eat alone, then fall asleep alone and wake up to him near you in bed. Then repeat.

Day number five you decided not to text him, you cooked dinner at 6 and ate at 7, plated some food for Jack to come home to and packed everything else away. You watched TV to kill time and were in bed by 10pm this time. It was killing you, you missed him so much. He used to call you during your lunch breaks, one day he hadn’t called 10 minutes in, so you decided to ring him, and he didn’t answer. A message would come from him an hour later saying something along the lines of “sorry baby, I was caught up at the studio”.

You moved to LA to be with him more and if anything, it felt worse now.  At least back in Kentucky there was a proper reason why you couldn’t see him. You were completely alone in LA; he was all you had. You just needed him, even if it was for an hour during the day, it would be enough. Other than work, you spent your time alone this past week and it was starting to take its toll. You didn’t know how many more times you could tell yourself that you just missed him. You had been sitting on your couch watching TV for a while now but let’s be honest, you weren’t really paying attention to the show in front of you. You were thinking about Jack and how you guys would see more of each other. The only plausible thing to do you thought was text him.

You: J, can we talk please?

Jack: Now? I’m sort of in the middle of something.

You: yes now, please?

Jack: baby, what’s going on?

You: Ok fine, can you come home early today please?

Jack: Why?

You: I wanna talk… please baby

Right after the message showed seen from Jack, your phone rang with a picture of Jack kissing your cheek while your face was scrunched. For some reason you were nervous, but you also couldn’t contain your excitement. You just missed him.

You quickly swiped to answer his call and before you could say hi, Jack questioned “You tryna break up with me?”

You froze for only a second and brows furrowed “wha-“you begin responding.

“Don’t try and play with me Ma” He interrupted. “Are you tryna break up with me or not?” He repeated firmly.  Your heart clenched at the sound of his voice, he sounded worried. Looking back, you could see why he thought you might be breaking up. Everyone knew we need to talk is code for I want to break up. You swore at yourself for not being clearer, you shouldn’t have jumped the gun and texted him before thinking about what you would say.

“J, no I’m not I promise” You quickly assured him “I didn’t want to talk over text that’s why I was cryptic” You began to clarify. This was it; you would have to tell him how you felt. “Baby I – I just miss you j, it’s been almost a week since we’ve spent proper time together and we live in the same apartment!” You ranted, now that you started there was no way you could stop till you said your every last piece.

“I don’t see you anymore, we haven’t spoken for days, you don’t even call to check up on me, I wait almost every night to eat dinner with you because you tell me you’ll be home soon and then you aren’t home till 2am” You carried on without a breath

“And you don’t even have the decency to say – Hey babe, I’m actually gonna be late today” You mocked his voice. “I just miss you, I just want to see you” you repeated. You could hear Jack’s breathing on the other end of then phone. You paused to let him talk but he stayed silent.

“Jack?” You called, making sure he was still there.  

“I’m here” he confirmed softly with another long pause

“I hear you baby, I do” He acknowledged through the phone “but can we talk tomorrow? I promise I’ll be home by 10pm tomorrow latest and we’ll talk” he sighed a promise. You smiled slightly at ease now that Jack would be home tomorrow, and you would talk. Anything would be better than this you told yourself.

“Ok baby” You agreed “I’m sorry for throwing this on you randomly, I just didn’t know when I would see you next and I- “you defended yourself.

“I know baby, it ok” He interrupted again “We’ll talk tomorrow, ok?” He asked searching for your acceptance.

“Yeah, sounds good, l love you J” You comforted him.

“Love you too baby” He hummed with a quick kiss sound from the other end of the phone. You smiled again and shut the phone feeling much more at ease than before you called him. He had a way of calming you down even when he didn’t know what was going on, Jack was the only person who truly understood you. Whenever you would speak to him, he would know exactly what to say and when to say it.

You slept easier that night, better than you had for a few days.

The following morning you woke up to the sound of keys rustling and the door closing. You rubbed your eyes weakly turning your head the window seeing the soft sun rise shining through the blinds. You tapped your phone turning the lock screen, you quickly realised it was only five thirty in the morning. You knew it was Jack who had just come home but what you couldn’t wrap your head around was why we was coming home late. Lifting yourself from your bed and slipping on the closest shoes near your bed you shuffled slowly to where you heard the noise.

You followed the shining light coming from the kitchen to find Jack sitting at the dining table with his back leaned on the chair, legs splayed out, one under the table and the other outside the table and arms crossed on his chest. He lifted his head sensing your presence as though I was interrupting a deep conversation with the tiled floor.

“Jack?” You questioned groggily moving closer to him and pulling a chair to sit. As you slowly started to become aware of the situation, kicking yourself out of the sleepy trance. He held a firm stare and followed your every movement without saying a word. Once you were near him at the head of the table, he moved his body forward and rested his arms on the table while crossing both hands and looked at you expectantly. You were beyond confused now. It was five thirty in the morning and he had just gotten home, what did he expect from you? If anything, he should be the one explaining himself. What was he doing all this time? “What’s going on? Why are you home so late?” You asked as you went in to reach for his hand. This time you were taken aback. He had jerked his hands away. He had jerked his hands away from your touch. You were offended and he could clearly see it but didn’t care.

Jack sighed and broke the silence between the two of you “You wanted to talk?” He motioned in an uncaring manner. You were dumbfounded and confused and to add to your spinning emotions right now, you were hurt. You weren’t confused to what Jack was talking about, oh it was clear this had everything to do with your last phone conversation. You were confused at his attitude and disregard for your feelings, you had left the phone call with him on good terms, you were content with him suggesting we talk about it the following day, you had both even said I love you before ending the call, He gave you kiss! Where was this coming from?

“Jack it’s five thirty” you said bluntly hoping that would knock some sense into him.

“It’s tomorrow isn’t?” He replied sarcastically. Now was not the time for this unwanted humour. You rolled your eyes so far you thought your eyes would be stuck there forever.

“Grow up Jack, you know you said 10pm” You reminded him of the conversation “It’s too fucking early for this and now you are making me feel like absolute shit for asking to talk to you last night” You snarled and stood up from your seat. His attitude made your feelings seems so stupid now and you knew they were grounded. You had a right to feel this way, sure you could have come about it a different way, but he didn’t have to treat you like this because of it. You started walking away from Jack before you heard him jump from his seat following you.

“You wanted to talk y/n! I’m here, ready to talk!” Jack yelled “Now you are calling me a child- “

“Don’t start with me Jack! I didn’t call you a child, I told you to grow the fuck up. You are the one making me feel like a child for missing you! We haven’t spoken for over a week!” You shouted back with anger growing more and more.  

Jack’s eyes now fuming with anger walking closer towards, snapped “I’ve been busy at the studio! Do you not know how important this is to me? I thought of all people in this world you would understand me y/n”  

“Don’t throw that bullshit at me, you know I understand, that’s why I didn’t bother you for a week!” You scolded. You could not believe he was trying to make you feel guilty, if you didn’t know Jack that would have hit you where it hurts, but this was a typical argument with Jack. “You were fine with me last night when I called, you were listening to me, you said we would talk” You cried

Jack began talking with his hands more, which was something would do often when he got riled up “Yeah, that was up until I had to explain why I had to randomly call my girlfriend because something was up. Then I couldn’t fucking work properly the rest of the night” He yelled

“I am done” You sighed creating distance between the two of you. “I am not arguing with you right now, I need to get ready for work” You cut the argument short walking towards your room to get ready. This was getting too heated too quickly, you knew both you & jack needed to calm down or else you would start saying things you didn’t mean to each other. However, jack wasn’t having it.

Jack followed you to your room and shouted after you “You can’t end this; you are the one that wanted to talk!”.

Your turned back to face jack and yelled “Yes Talk, not fucking yell!” as you pointed your finger “This was meant to be a civil conversation on how we can find balance in our relationship, not blame one another” You argued “I have no one Jack! And I’m not asking you to be around me 24/7 but if I could see you before I sleep that would be good! Even when I wake up, I’m not being picky, I was willing to try anything just to see you for a bit and spend some time with you” You continued to argue while pointing your finger on his chest. At this point Jack went quiet and let your rant go on, His breathe were heavy and eyes raging with emotion.

“I moved here to be with you Jack, I moved and ended my whole life in Kentucky to be with because you are worth it” You breathed as your eyes began to water.

Jack noticing your tears, said more calmly “Quit your job then, you know I can support you and we can see more of each other” he offered

You scoffed “So now I have to quit my job to get to see my boyfriend more often than a minute a day?” you breathed a laugh “What will I be doing with my life then Jack, living solely for the purpose of you? How do you think this is fair right now? I love my job, this is the only thing I have that is giving my sanity-“You were yet again interrupted by Jack.

“What do you want me to do then y/n!?” Jack roared “This is my dream! I can’t throw it all away so you can spend more time with me” You knew this was his dream, that is why you moved with him. You wanted to be by his side supporting him to the top, that was all you ever wanted for him.

You laughed again shaking your head “Jack, I’m ending this here. This conversation is going nowhere, and I feel like you aren’t listening right now” You cut the conversation short and began changing from your PJs to work attire. “I’m going to work, please be back early tonight so we can talk civilly” you sighed.

Jack ran his hands through his curls vigorously and exhaled “You can’t do this y/n, I’m serious. You can’t expect me to drop everything when you want me to” He explained in a calm manner “This is when I can talk and that’s it”

You admittedly had frozen for a split second. After all this arguing he still wasn’t hearing what you were saying. You only wanted to talk to figure something out with Jack, you knew he couldn’t stop chasing his dream nor did you want him to. But surely, he could spare an hour or two at night for his girlfriend. Your relationship would never work if you guys couldn’t figure this out and you weren’t ready to lose Jack, you loved him too much. However, if he wasn’t willing to put the work in this relationship then there was no use living in LA with Jack.

You walked up to Jack, cupping his cheeks in both hands, and whispered softly “I don’t want you to drop everything for me, but I want to know you still care about us” you confessed. You were done arguing, you offered affection in hopes that it would make him hear what you were trying to tell him. “This is going nowhere baby, let’s take some time and think. I gotta go work and you do what you gotta do, then after work and when you are done, you can come home, and we’ll talk” You bargained, resting your forehead on his. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe and nodded softly.

“But J, please be reasonable. Please don’t come home to late” You pleaded waiting for a response from him.

He shook his head softly against yours “ok baby, you’re right” He mumbled “I won’t be home late, I promise” he assured you while you softly rubbed your thumb against his right cheek. You smiled softly and gave him a soft peck on the lips which he happily accepted and said your goodbyes.

That day at work you found it hard to concentrate on anything expect Jack. He had obviously meant the world to you but at what point did you have to stop dictating your life to suit his? Tonight, would tell you what you needed to know, he had to prioritise you tonight, if he wanted to keep this relationship then he would need to show you how much and he would need to put more effort in keeping it. It was starting to feel like a one-sided relationship! And sure, he can call you his girlfriend all he liked, but didn’t mean I was being treated like his girlfriend, especially this last week. You couldn’t let it go on for longer, if you let it go on for any longer than you would lose Jack because you knew he would be the type to get comfortable real quick if he doesn’t see any issues. You weren’t ready to not fight for the two of you.

You got home at six and decided to run a bath before cooking dinner to ease some of the tension and stress built from this morning. By the time you finished everything it was about 9pm and Jack still wasn’t home however you did have an unread message from him you decided to open.

The message read from Jack – I’m sorry baby I know I said I wouldn’t be late, but I lost track of time. I’m almost done here. I’ll be home soon.

Although this wasn’t ideal, you told yourself this was a start. He stopped messaging you completely prior to your argument so he must’ve understood where you were coming from. You were relieved this morning’s argument wasn’t for nothing. You texted him back a reassuring message.

You: all good babe, I’m waiting for you *kissing face*

In which he reacted and liked the message. You smiled softly and decided to watch some TV to kill time. You had watched two episodes of daredevil and he still hadn’t come, you checked your phone for any missed notification, to which there were none. You then gave him a ring hoping he would answer and to your surprise he didn’t answer your call so you decided to pop him a quick ‘where are you?’ message so he can reply to instead.

You could not believe he was doing this, he promised you he wouldn’t be home too late, and it was now 11pm, he wasn’t answering any of your calls nor your texts. You really thought this relationship meant more to him, but clearly it meant more to you than it did him. You moved yourself from the couch to the dining table as it was closer to your door so you would see him as soon as he entered, and he would see you the same. As moments passed, you reflected on memories between you and Jack, times when it was just the two of you in his childhood bedroom, or when Urban would barge in Jacks room mid make out session causing both of you to redden while you hid behind jack in embarrassment. These memories caused left a reminiscent smile on your face. You and Jack would stay up till the early hours of the morning talking about when he would make it in Hollywood and all the things, he wanted to achieve which would then lead to him making you promise you would never leave him and you making him promise the same. Jack had known you were it for him.

You heard a soft creak of the door immediately bringing back to the present time, you lifted your head to see Jack standing there with an apologetic look. It resembled the look of a guilty person, but you would chalk it up to apologetic for the sake of your own feelings. You stared at him without saying a single word, face blank and arms crossed, waiting for him to explain himself. He moved the chair beside you away from the dining table to sit near you, you could tell he wanted more from you, but you wouldn’t give it to him. This time, he had to fix this himself, he fucked up and you weren’t about to help him make you forget that. You remained in the same position he found you in now. Your eyes followed his movements as he leaned in and moved his hands to your crossed arms, you raised your eyebrows expectantly waiting for him to go on.

“Baby” Jack sighed as he lowered his head to the ground. This initiated a small scoff from you causing him to avert his gaze towards you again. He looked back up so quickly you thought he might have had whiplash from the movement. You assumed he didn’t expect you to react the way you did as eyes were opened a little wider and lips were parted slightly indicating he was shocked.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me Jack” You rolled your eyes and averted your gaze to the living room couch on your right.

“I fucked up y/n, I- “Jack admitted quickly right before you interrupted

“Yeah Jack, you did fuck up” You agreed while your gaze remained away from his. He sighed again as you felt him move his hands from your arms. His movements were so quick you didn’t expect them. His right hand had grabbed your chin and forced you to face him again. You were both at eye level, maintaining each other’s stares. “I’m sorry” he said adamantly with his hand still on your chin.

“If you were sorry Jack, you would have come home when I asked you to” you uttered defeatedly as your slightly lifted shoulders drooped. His hand dropped to his hands to his knees now allowing you some room to breathe. If he kept his hand there any longer, you would have started crying.

“I know, I know, I just lose track of time. I don’t do it on purpose, you know me y/n” He muttered tyring to excuse himself.

“It’s 12am Jack” You scolded as you went back to crossing your arms.

“Thanks y/n” he said bluntly, Obviously, he knew it was 12am, but his excuses were driving you up the wall. He wasn’t even trying anymore, he just expected you to excuse his behaviour because ‘you knew him’. You were over it.

This pushed you lift yourself from your seat and walk away from him. He furrowed his brows slightly and his eyes followed your movements. “I can’t do this anymore jack” You sighed.

His eyes widened at hearing your words, they sounded a lot like ‘we’re done jack”. He was shocked, were you not even going try and fix this? He stood up at followed you, although he wasn’t sure where you were headed. “Is that it? You’re not even gonna try and sort this” He objected. “You gonna walk away from me, from us and that’s it?” He taunted. This stopped you in your tracks and you turned to face him now.  You couldn’t believe he was blaming you right now, instead of him coming home like he promised and fixing this, he threw more excuses and no solutions. Suddenly, you could feel the tears you had been trying so hard to keep down emerge.

“You’re not taking me serious Jack!” You cried. “Obviously I don’t want to end this, I love you! But you don’t even seem like you want to fix whatever is going on here. I mean you clearly don’t care enough too”

“I don’t know what you want from me!” he shouted in reply

You laughed mid sniff and said, “I want you!” hands swinging in defeat

He was truly confused, he was here fighting for you, fighting for the both of you. Jack loved you with everything he had, and usually understood how you were feeling. He never needed you to spell it out for him, but now, he needed more from you. Sure, he was late and sure he hadn’t been around often, but this was his job, this was his dream. Jack thought you understood him. “You moved here so we can be together, I don’t know what else do to” he complained.

You sighed wiping the tears to allow more to flow “maybe we need space Jack, I’ll go back home and when you’re ready to remember you are in a relationship we can talk”

“I’m not letting that happen y/n!” He yelled; he would not let you throw away what the two of you had. You both just needed to calm down and talk civilly. “You promised me you wouldn’t leave, you’re it for me y/n, so I’m not letting you leave until we sort this shit out”

“Do I need to spell it out again for you jack? You’ve never invited me to the studio, I never go out with you, you never text me, you stopped calling me!” you ranted “It was useless for me to move here, I don’t see any more of you than I did when I was in Kentucky” you sobbed walking closer to him “I don’t want to be clingy J, but I miss you and I’m alone here” you said as your cry softened.

It was all starting to make sense now, he had to admit, the first call from you he wasn’t really listening, he was too busy worrying that you were breaking up with him. When he heard you say that you weren’t planning on breaking up with him, the only thing racing in his mind was relief. He heard you ranting on the phone faintly but didn’t want to admit he wasn’t listening which is why he hold you that you too would talk when he got home. One thing led to the other and he was suddenly annoyed that you would scare him like that while he was at the studio just to talk to him. Jack finally realised he needed to fix it fast, you were being serious about moving back to Kentucky and if you did that, he knew you both would drift, especially if you left on these terms.

“ok, ok, I’m listening now” Jack promised “I know I haven’t been around much, things are hectic at the studio and I know it’s not an excuse but I can’t lose you baby” He explained “I just can’t lose you” Jack repeated

“You aren’t really acting like you care all that much Jack” you wept

“But I’m hearing you now ma, it’s not right I left you. I know that” He admitted in hopes you would calm down a little. He hated seeing you cry and the fact that he was the one causing it was killing him. “Please ma, don’t cry. We’ll work something out”

“It’s up to you J, it’s up to you how you wanna go about this” you offered, wiping your cheeks of the tears

“First, it’s not that I didn’t want you at the studio baby. They got rules because of COVID and shit but imma force them to let you in, ok?” He suggested which caused you to smile a little, you pictured him getting angry at some people to get them to allow you in. While you had no idea there were rules in place, you doubted Jack could really do much about the rules. It was his determination that caused you too smile really.

“That sounds good J, if they let me come, I can come after work and get dinner so we can eat together before I go home” You proposed with hope, walking slightly closer to him. He followed your movements and met you halfway.

“Yeah?” He asked with hope, raising his brows slightly.

Now that your bodies were basically touching, he moved his hand to your face and slightly stroked your cheek “and I’m promising you right now y/n I’ll be home earlier for you. I know I said that this morning, but I fucking mean it. I don’t wanna see you crying because of me ma, it hurts” He promised with full intent that made your heart swell.

“You don’t always have to come home early but if you’re gonna be late J, tell me. I’ll wait up for you” you bargained. You were both in this relationship, so you would try just as much as he did. As long as he was trying, you would too.  “I’m not tryna make you stop your whole life for me, but we need communicate” you rationalised.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I wasn’t listening, I’m sorry I made you cry, I’m sorry about it all” He apologised profusely causing you to shake your head aggressively.

“don’t apologise, I gotchu J and imma work for you J always. Even if you can be a bit of a dick sometimes” you comforted him jokingly while running your hand through his curls.

“I gotchu too ma” He stifled a laugh “And imma work for you too because there aint nobody else I wanna be with except you” he emulated, causing you lift yourself on your tippy toes and kiss him deeply to express your gratitude for his love. He only deepened the kiss, sliding his hand to the back of your neck, lifting your head slightly higher. You felt his left-hand rest on your waist as he slipped his tongue in your mouth causing you to slightly smile mid kiss.

Once he broke the kiss, a small smirk appeared on his lips, and he teased “Even if you can be a bit annoying sometimes”

“J!” You scoffed, eyebrows scrunched and slapped the side of his arms. “You always know how to ruin a nice moment” You rolled your eyes, not being able to hide the smile from forcing an appearance. With his eyes shining, you knew it would all be ok.

“I’m hungry ma’ Jack grunted rubbing his stomach slightly. You raised your eyebrows and hummed knowingly to which he returned with a whine “don’t do that! I already apologised like eight times”

“I’m waiting for the ninth” You laughed grabbing his hand, leading him to the kitchen.

THE MUTHAFUCKING ENDDD… This was way too longgg. I could have kept going!!!!

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would you happen to have any hcs with duncan and courtney being college dorm neighbors??

i can just imagine the classic “my next door neighbor is playing music obnoxiously loud while i’m trying to study, now i need to go yell at him” that leads to a beautiful enemies to lovers storyline.

I can come up with some!

Now, I went a private college so the dorms were completely separated and I’m not too sure if a regular college/uni does the same. So I’ll just make it like they’re college neighbors in some apartment building 💀

The semester is about to start so everyone’s moving in. More importantly, one specific building is a major hotspot for students since it’s off campus yet close enough to walk over.

The applications for this building are insane, you basically have to send yours in before you even graduate high school to even be considered.

Courtney, who plans ahead knows this already. She’s made sure to send her application, along with reasons why she’s a great tenant, the second she send her college app.

Duncan on the other hand does not. He could care less and probably hasn’t even filled out any type of dorm application. BUT since his parents are respectable people in the community, he gets a free pass and into the apartment building.

Courtney wants to be a good, nice, neighbor so she decides to introduce herself to everyone on her side of the floor. She meets Bridgette, just to the left of her. DJ, who’s just across the hallway. Geoff, who’s to the left of DJ. There’s only one more door, to the right of her (Duncan). The rest of the floor is unimportant tbh

When she knocks on the door she can’t help but get pissed when she hears a voice from behind the door asking her to go away.

She says she’s just wanting to introduce herself to her closest neighbors and is staying until she meets who’s there.

Duncan opens the door, not giving one fuck that he’s only dressed from the waist down.

This is where is all begins. 💀

Courtney’s just appalled by Duncan. His lack of concern for his surroundings, his attitude, and quite frankly his appearance all together.

Duncan truly does not care and just wants to get back to whatever he was doing, probably smoking from the terrace or getting ready to give himself a new tattoo/piercing.

Right off gate they don’t get along, obvi.

Courtney’s alarm goes off before 6am and since her bedroom aligns with Duncan’s, he bangs his fist against the wall. If it’s the middle of the night she’ll hear his tv blaring off until she’s banging her fist on the wall.

Duncan has a habit of listening to his rock/punk music in the shower, and honestly, just about all the time. And it’s super freaking loud. So loud that Courtney can feel the vibrations and is pissed.

Courtney’s constantly knocking on his door until she figures out how to kick him off the Bluetooth. Then Duncan’s the one at her door flipping shit. Courtney’s just like, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Duncan is always asking if Courtney has extra toilet paper, milk, sugar, etc. and since Courtney wants to be a good neighbor she lends him some, but now it’s just getting annoying.

Duncan hates when Courtney cooks her dinners but won’t offer to share. He can smell it and he’s starving most of the time because he literally eats like a 5 years old.

There’s a issue with the plumbing at one point, so the floor has to be extra careful when it comes to hot water. Duncan, not caring, takes a 2 hour steaming hot shower, which leaves Courtney with ice cold water.

When she flips tf out at him in her bathrobe he just opens the door and offers for her to join him instead. She punches him.

One time Courtney locks herself out. She didn’t even notice she didn’t have her key because she was with her study group late. The only person up is Duncan, she can hear his tv, so she knocks on his door asking him to help her.

You know Duncan, can’t just do it out of the kindness of his heart, always has to add his two lines in there for dramatic effect.

He picks her lock and now she’s paranoid he’ll do that at random just to freak her out. Duncan swears he would never do that, but was thinking about it regardless.

Sometimes they get each others mail and it’s very awkward when they have to exchange it.

Duncan teases Courtney on what she wears and is completely dumbfounded when she steps out in some hot af outfit when she goes out with Bridgette.

Courtney purposely picked that outfit to shut him up, but thinks he’s gross for eyeing her so openly like that (but let’s face it she also likes it).

The tense elevator rides when they have class around the time?? Insane.

Don’t even get me started on the Duncan randomly checking his peephole for Courtney. He did it once when she went out late and wanted to make sure she made it back alive, and ever since then it’s a habit. He catches himself a lot but can’t stop.

Whenever Courtney doesn’t hear Duncan’s tv at night she wonders if he’s at some random girls dorm. She hates herself for even being mad about it.

Holy shit. If the fire alarm goes off and Duncan doesn’t see Courtney immediately leave her apartment he’s picking the lock… just to find out she wasn’t even there in the first place 💀

That’s all I can come up with rn lmao