#john put on some fucking clothes or i swear to god!!!

[gloomwitchwrites]

You're having a bad day so they do their own version of Magic Mike for you

ANON! This ask sent me into a fit of giggles. I am so happy to do this. I had a lot of fun putting together some quick writes. I know you've been waiting a while. I hope you have a good laugh out of this, and maybe even giggle and/or kick your feet with glee. I know I did!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)

Content & Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, dancing, singing, striptease, lap dance, brief non-descriptive nudity

Word Count: 800

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John Price

"Everything okay, love?" asks John from the bathroom.

"Just a headache," you reply. "Had a busy day."

"Busy? Or bad?"

He knows you too well.

"Bad," you sigh, propping yourself up on an elbow.

John is no longer in the bathroom. He stands inside the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with one hand.

Freshly showered. Towel hanging on his hips.

"What?" you ask, noticing the smirk on his face.

John lightly pushes off from the doorframe. In a sultry sway, John begins to approach you, both hands reaching as if to undo the towel.

"John?"

He doesn't drop the towel, just teases the undressing. Your face grows hot as he nears. John comes to a stop just in front of you, the towel still perched on his hips.

"Go on," he purrs with a heated stare.

You tug and the towel falls away.

"Plan to fuck away my headache?" you cough out, gaze darting upward, focusing on his face and not what’s behind the towel.

John grabs your forearm, helping you to a seated position. "Not yet." He places one knee beside you on the bed. John holds your chin with thumb and forefinger. "No touching until I say so."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"I’ve had a bad day," you sigh. “I’m tired.”

Turning your head away from Simon, you glance out the window.

As you exhale, something soft and large lands on your head. You yank it away. It's Simon's shirt. As you turn to address him, something else comes flying in your direction.

With a yelp, you snag it out of the air before it hits you. Simon's jeans. Belt included.

"What—"

Simon stands ramrod straight with arms at his sides in nothing but his boxer briefs and socks.

Perplexed, you fail to form words as Simon starts to saunter over to you. It’s stilted. Odd. The man has no rhythm but clearly all the confidence in the world.

"Oh my God," you murmur, clutching Simon's clothes to your chest, sinking further into the couch.

He's trying. He really is. But all you can focus on is how intense Simon’s face is, and how stiffly he…dances?

"Are you okay?" you ask.

Simon blinks. Frowns. "Yes." He glances down at himself. "Do you not like this?"

Whatever foul mood you were in has vanished, replaced with soft amusement and disbelief.

“Just…cuddle with me on the couch.”

“Clothes off?”

“Clothes off,” you confirm.

John "Soap" MacTavish

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

When you glance up, Johnny has a devilish grin on his face.

"What?" you ask cautiously.

Johnny pushes off from the kitchen counter and reaches over his head, removing his shirt. Your mind promptly forgets its previous concern. All it cares about is Johnny's broad chest and muscled stomach.

"What are you doing?" you laugh as Johnny twists the shirt and grabs either end, placing it behind your neck.

"Helping," he coos.

Now in only grey sweatpants, Johnny pushes in. You lean back, a bit startled.

"Helping how?" you giggle.

Johnny rocks his hips, swaying them slightly in a semi-erotic rotation.

"You look ridiculous."

"Maybe,” he agrees. “But you're smiling."

You are. To the point that your cheeks ache.

"I could keep going," he teases, rolling his hips again.

You playfully push at his stomach and Johnny takes that moment to sink down into your lap. "Nope," you laugh. “Absolutely not."

Johnny does an exaggeratingly awful impression of a lap dance. It sends you into a fit of giggles, and he doesn't stop until you're wheezing.

"Better?" he teases.

The bad mood is gone.

"Much."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"My brain is static," you groan. Kyle grins and starts to hum. "What are you doing?"

He saunters over to you, the humming turning into singing.

"Is that Pony by Ginuwine?" you laugh, disbelieving.

“Girl, when I break you off,” he continues to sing, removing his shirt, spinning it over his head like a lasso. “I promise that you won't want to get off.”

"Oh my god," you mutter, covering your face, cheeks flaring hot.

You peek through your fingers only for Kyle to toss the shirt at you. It lands above your head.

“If you’re horny, let’s do it,” he sings, reaching for the front of his pants. “Ride it.”

Your mouth is open, staring at Kyle as more of his clothes disappear. He’s in nothing but boxer briefs. Placing his foot on the couch, his hips flex forward, giving you a clear view of what’s beneath the fabric.

"Stop," you giggle, covering your eyes with one hand. The other extends to cover his junk.

Kyle takes your wrist and draws your palm to his chiseled stomach. "How are you feeling now?"

The static is gone, replaced with a soft affection that warms your everywhere.

"I'm better,” you laugh.

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[mee3pp]

farm house pt 7

I apologise this one is a bit of a short one <3

cw: talking about sex, swearing, almost physical altercation between father and daughter

Johnny is very rudely awoken to the sounds of arguing in the kitchen down stairs. Surely he shouldn’t be able to hear that far but the house is old and not super full of stuff. He stands up out of.. Bed? Oh… his better kiss his crown jewels goodbye because he’s woken up in your bed. He chucks on some clothes before going down stairs to figure out who is arguing. 

Johnny is met by a rather interesting sight. You and Price are practically toe to toe as you argue. “I am a fully grown 28 year old woman. If I want to have a half naked drunk man in my bed that I trust I can” you growl at Price it’s almost scary how much you sound like him. “I’m aware you are grown but it doesn’t give you the right to go sneakin’ around with a man i very clearly told you to stay away from” Price huffs back. If Johnny didn’t know his Captain like the back of his hand he’d say Price is about to get into a physical fight with his own daughter over him. “Bull shite! I can do whatever the fuck i want and i ain’t sneakin’ around with Johnny we simply fell asleep together in my bed” You snarl pointing a finger in your fathers face.

“With basically no clothes on” Price says clenching his fists which raises the concern of all the bystanders being Ghost, Maybel, Gaz and of course the problem himself Johnny. “So? I could be butt ass naked and it still wouldn’t matter! Becuase i ain’t fuckin him. I haven’t even kiss him” You growl out breathily also clenching your fists. Simon is about to step in when you shoot him a look and he backs down immediately. “Do i need to remind you this is MY house?That I paid for.”  You add which makes Price more angry as you’ve now embarrassed him. “No. I am well aware this is your house but Soap is my man, my soldier. I gave him direct orders and you willingly helped him disobey them” Price huffs and you step closer.

It looks at any minute that one of you is going to swing, which wouldn’t be surprising. Sure the Price family is known for patients when it came to others but when it came to family that was thrown out the window. This wouldn’t be the first time you both have been close to punching each other, but the feeling is always mutual. “I can do whatever the fuck i want! If i want to help some stupidly good lookin’ man disobey orders then God help me i will” You growl clenching your fists so tight your knuckles turn white and you and your father both raise your fists slightly just to your waists so Simon decides it’s time to step in. “enough both of you. John go take a walk and have a smoke” Simon orders Price knows he’s serious as he never calls Price John unless he means something. So reluctantly Price walks away outside to have a smoke leaving you frustrated and wanting to kill or hit someone preferably your father. Then you zero in on Johnny and it makes your anger simmer down a little. “Ya lucky ya pretty” You jab a finger at him before tugging on your work boots and heading outside to move some hay to take out your frustrations.

“Hey Barbie” you huff as you pat your livestock guardian Barbie on the side. You get stuck into moving some hay for your first flock of sheep giving them two small bales to eat, you check the progress of the lambs tails to see if they are ready to be docked yet. Before you know it Simon has snuck up on you and is leaning on your tractor as you move hay. “What?” you huff. “Good work on not punchin’ your old man” Simon chuckles which earns a glare from you. “You should’ve let me” you huff again. “No can do, need him in workin’ condition. Gettin’ pretty heated over ol’ Johnny” Simon teases “If i was you i wouldn’t put up that much of a fight he ain’t that pretty” You roll your eyes at Simon but you can’t help but crack a small smile. “Soooo did ya sneak off with Maybel last night?” You say poking his arm and he grunts. “Do I have to tell ya?” He groans “oh come on i’ll find out sooner or later” you grin grateful for the distraction. “Fine. yes i did ‘sneak off’ with Maybel” He begrudgingly huffs. “Is little Simon satisfied?” You tease and he scowls “please never call my dick little Simon ever again” which earns a chuckle from you “was it everything you hoped for and more?” you pry more. “I'm not answering that”

“I thought he was going to split me open girl!” Maybel giggles as you both sit outside on your deck with coffee. You listen intently as Maybel tells you about her encounter with Simon. “He’s huge.. Like i mean i seriously don’t think it’s humanly possible” She adds to which you scrunch up your nose with a chuckle. “Eugh, I don't need to know that! That’s like you tellin’ me my brothers exact measurements” You joke as Maybel proceeds to act out how big not so ‘little Simon’ is with her hands. “It was good though, everything I was dreaming of.. Although he was gentler then I imagined” she hums before taking a sip of her coffee with a content smile. 

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[brighteyes-things]

Deadpool/ wolverine as thing's me and my friends have said or heard

💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️

So it's been a while since I've written anything, and me and my friends now have the poolverine, dead claws.... wolverine and Deadpool itch

So in honor of our collected brain rot, these are some random things that we've heard/said that we think Deadpool or wolverine would say. Yes this will be updated as more things are said

WARNING: cursing, somewhat sexual jokes, mention of alcohol

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"I wasn't expecting to get turned on by a shirtless Hugh Jackman but God damn I'm not complaining"

"I don't feel fem boy enough, I need more eyeliner"

"I'm not a furry, but I'd fuck a man with cat ears"

*While sipping something* "you think I can use my boobs to hold this?"

"he's giving emo babygirl"

"you must FIRMLY grasp the booty"

"I can't just leave the house, I have to get my big boots on"

"you can't just slap my ass and leave"

"IM A MAN" *buys the pink strawberry skin care set from bath and body*

"I'm very gay and not afraid to kiss the movie poster to prove it"

"you ever think Slenderman is trying to recruit us for something"

"NO, no more black veil bride music, I'm not suffering through your emo phase again"

*mocking twilight* "WHY WOULD HE IMPRINT ON THE BABY, THAT'S FUCKED UP"

"I swear Batman only owns an adoption center just in case someone dies and he needs another mentally ill orphan"

*breaks a cabinet door just for gummy bears* (yes this happened by accident)

"I'd rob hot topic for those lollipop razor blade earrings"

"I know I'm mentally ill, I watch bluey and cry"

"I have to beat the fem boi allegations"

"I don't know why but I feel like I give off beta vibes"

"you'll never believe the ABO fic I just read"

"she's becoming an animae obsessed fan girl, it's a canon event I can't stop it, OH GOD SHE DISCOVERED WATTPAD"

*while watching crime TV* "this man needs to be put to death, he didn't eat the chocolate frosting on the cupcakes"

*while looking in the mirror* " I love my slutty man hips"

This dress doesn't scream "fuck me" enough

*talking about cosmic brownies* THE GIRTH

Logan (wolverine) 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

"I've become the caretaker to everyone, and I don't know how to feel"

"Ryan Reynolds could run me over with a truck and I'd apologize after I curse him out because...I GOT RAN OVER STILL"

*sees an animal on the side of the road* "poor kitty"

"fanart definitely scares me sometimes"

*gets kissed on the cheek* "that's GAY"

"you can't just eat the cup to get to the last drop of coffee"

"just how long is your simp list now, and why am I on it"

"that's unamerican, un-lawful, and downright not patriotic"

"no I don't wanna know the details of what you and your partner did, I'm trying to eat"

"stop trying to throw stuff in my boobs, it's annoying when I find crumbs of cookies in there"

"how did the least qualified of us, somehow graduate first AND have a baby in the span of a year"

"how'd I get rejected from Hooters?"

"you're an omega and you know it"

"your the reason they started bagging the peaches at Aldi's"

"how the hell did you burn yourself with a candy cane?!"

"it's only alcohol abuse if you spill anything"

"You're not a god, you're just dehydrated and read too much fanfiction"

"it's only gay if you don't have socks"

*staring at a pet rabbit* "that little demon is purposely chewing up my shit and you know it"

"did you just John Cena the clothes"

"I hope you know that I don't trust you with cleaning the dishes properly"

"did you seriously just compare little Debbie brownies by girth?"

[saraakpotter]

Water break!

summery: when Mary's water broke, she has to call someone, and that someone is y\n but, what if things go wrong? genre: fluff, comedy warnings: spoilers from Sherlock season 3 episode 3, pregnancy, giving birth, tell me if i missed anything :)

y\n, walked around the room and told the facts about the murderer. she was pretty sure that the victims brother had killed him.

"it's pretty obvious actually" she said walking back and forth "it is the phone, it's always the phone. i mean if he called his girlfriend with his phone then he should have it now right?"

"well he may have lost it" the victims mother said sobbing

"that may be the most stupid thing i have ever heard. if he got a new phone and If he has no history of losing mobile phones then why should he now?"

"it could have been a coincidence, things like this happen" the mother said and y\n rose an eyebrow.

"plus there are blood stains but no body, yet the victims clothes and bag has been at the same place he was last seen. everything except his phone" y\n said ignoring the woman

"what are you saying Ms. y\l\n?" the victims father asked putting a hand on his wife s shoulder

"i am saying that the murderer is..." but her words were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing.

she ignored it and continued: ".....i was saying, the person who murdered your son is....."

she was interrupted by he phone ringing once again.

"i swear if this is from Scotland Yard...." she murmured to herself and then looked at her phone. it was Mary.

y\n sighed, glanced at the family.

"i am sorry, i will be here in a minuet" she said and then walked out of the room.

"y\n!" Mary said as soon as she picked up the phone

"Mary, i am sorry but i am in the middle of an important case can i call you ba...." she said but Mary cut her of.

"mywaterbrokei'mgoingtogivebirth"

"i am sorry, what?"

Mary took a deep breath.

"my water broke! i am going to give birth and neither Sherlock nor John are answering!"

"WHAT!?" y\n said and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"y\n!"

"i am sorry, nervous laugh. i will come to you" y\n said sighing

"thank you" Mary breathed out "wait.....come here now! i am not going to wait for you to finish your case...OW"

"but..." y\n tried

"NOW!"

"fine, i'm coming" and with that she ended the call.

10 minuets later:

y\n arrived at 221b Backer street.

"Mary?" she shouted her name

"y\n! i'm here, oh my god!" she said trying to keep calm

"okay, we are going to get you to the hospital, just....try to keep calm"

"i can't!"

"try!" y\n said while helping her walk down the stairs which was getting pretty hard with all the movement.

"y\n! do something!" Mary said

"i am sorry i haven't helped a woman give birth before! i am a detective not a doctor!" she says obviously nervous

when they came down the last stair the door of the flat opened and Fortunately John and Sherlock walked in.

"Mary!" John exclaimed "i saw your text i am so sorry" he walked to her and helped her walk to the car."

"oh, fuck i can't!" Mary said trying to breath

"you can just, wait for some minuets and we will get you to the hospital" John said getting in the car and starting it.

when he heard her gasping for breath he said: "help her!"

"okay, breath. it is fine" Sherlock tried not too willingly

"stop the car!" she said trying to breath

"sweetheart we are near the hos..." John said

"no! stop the......car"

and john parked somewhere near the street.

"great my wife is going to give birth in the middle of the road!" John said

"how, exactly is she going to do that?" Sherlock said calmly and then John looked at y\n innocently.

"don't look at me like that. i have already clarified, i am a detective, not a midwife" y\n said annoyed

"yes, but since you are the only woman here you don't have a choice" Sherlock said with a smirk

"wha...he is the doctor" y\n said pointing at John

"please" John said and y\n sighed.

"fine"

some minuets later:

y\n, John and Sherlock are at the hospital while Mary and the new baby Rosie are getting checked up.

"so, how did delivering a baby felt?" Sherlock teased

"shut up" she said and Sherlock smirked

[the-froschamethyst4]

The Way of a HouseHusband

𖤐Pairing: Househusband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, smut, flirting, kissing, fingering, eating out, dick sucking, married couple, language, breadwinner Y/n

Price stays home to do the household chores for his wife Y/n, who makes the money in the household

As Price was gone from the Military but was still on call just in case, his life now is shopping, cleaning and pleasing the misses

He treats Y/n like a Queen, she’s sick? Everything is paused so Price can take care of her I mean in his wedding vows he did say he’ll drop everything just to treat her like a Queen

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7:00AM

John Price, the househusband for his wife Y/n. They've been married to each other for 6-7 years, once Price left the Military. He vowed to always take care of his wife no matter what, if she was sick, he'd drop everything to take care of her.

He makes her breakfast, lunch, and dinner just for her. He loves her so much, if he was water and she was fire, he would still love her.

Price had woken up from his deep sleep and went downstairs, he was shirtless and had gray sweatpants on that hung low on his hips. He grabbed his '#1 Cook' apron and put it on his body to make Y/n's breakfast for her.

He was going to make her favorite and also make her lunch in the process. He set her plate on the table and also placed her lunch box on the counter for to grab once she's ready.

"SHIT I'M SO LATE! I'M LATE, I'M LATE, HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!" Y/n yelled as she came down the stairs still buttoning her shirt.

"Woah hey, hey, little mamas, calm down, he won't do anything, not while I'm around," he chuckles and helped her get ready for work.

"You don't understand Price, last time I was late, he threatened to fire me," she was panicked and was fixing her hair and Price was trying to fix her clothes, so they looked nice and neat.

"Well, he won't if I'm there," he said, while looking down at her.

"What does that mean?" She asks and he only chuckled. She grabbed her heels and purse; she kissed Price's lips and left the house.

"Have a good day, honey," Price yells from the kitchen and he heard the door shut. He just hummed and looked at the table not seeing his breakfast touched.

He let out a sigh and grabbed some tubber ware and put the breakfast in it. He puts the lid on it and then turned and saw her lunchbox still on the counter.

"SHE FORGOT HER LUNCH!!" He yells, he quickly removed his apron, and went to go find a shirt and some shoes and got in his car and drove to Y/n's work.

Y/n got to her cubical and sat down in it, she rested her hands on her stomach after she felt it grumble.

"Ah man...hey Beth, do you know if the lounge has any donuts or anything?" Y/n asked, leaning over her cubical.

"No girl, every man for themselves."

"Oh damn," she said as she sat back down in her chair and felt her stomach grumble again.

"Y/n, your husband is here," Stacy said over the intercom.

"Y/N WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LATE!!?" She heard her boss yell. She looked over her shoulder and saw him angerly stomp to her desk.

"Ummm~ s-sorry sir, I-I overslept..." she said as she stood up and played with her fingers feeling nervous.

"I overslept," he mocked her voice. "THAT IS SUCH A LAME ASS EXCUSE, I'M TIRED OF HEARING THAT EXCUSE COME FROM EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! Y/n I swear to God, you are fi-"

"Love, you forgot your lunch and I bought breakfast since you didn't eat," Price said coming around the corner and giving her, the breakfast and lunchbox. He kissed her temple and placed his hands on her waist. "Oh, is this the boss?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah...P-Price this is M-Mr.Williams, my b-boss, Mr.Williams this is my husband, John," she stutters. John knows Y/n well, when she stutters it means something just made her embarrassed, scared or uncomfortable.

"What was...going on? I heard yelling not too long ago," he says, while looking at her boss.

"I was...I was just telling my staff how much I appreciate them."

What a fucking lie and Price knew it was too.

"Really then...what were you going to tell my wife?"

"T-That she is-"

"Fired?"

"No, no, NO! I was going to say you are fire, like she's so cool, that I'm glad she is part of my staff." Lair.

"Oh really, I'm glad..." Price had an unamused looked on his face. "Well since you think she's 'fire' then...why did you threaten to fire her if she was late again?"

"I was joking," Price can be scary if he wanted to, but all Price was doing was looking annoyed and it made Mr.Williams scared because no one faces him like Price is doing.

"Yeah, right. If you ever threated my wife with some sort of nonsense again....I will come down here personally and beat you into a pulp, do we understand each other?" Price asked.

Mr.Williams quickly nods his head. "Yes, I understand, I understand perfectly."

"Good...now leave my wife alone, you'll only address her if you need something not to bitch to her about her lateness...that ALSO goes for everyone else in this business, you will not address them to bitch at them for their mistakes, you will address to them if you need something."

"I understand," Price just chuckles before kissing Y/n's temple again.

"Thank you, handsome..." Y/n said as she kissed his lips.

"I'll see you later, little mama," he says before walking away. "Bye-bye everyone, bye-bye Mr.Williams." Price teased and Mr.Williams just nodded his head as he understood.

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11:40AM

Price was now cleaning around the house; he was back in his original attire from this morning. No shirt and sweatpants.

He cleaned the hard wooden floors, the counter tops, and dusted everything. He hummed a soft tune and thought about Y/n, he mainly was thinking if he embarrassed her at work today?

He was only trying to protect her; he wasn't trying to embarrass her for no reason.

"Should I apologize?" He asked himself. "No, she would have told me to leave when I started talking..."

Price just looked at the clock he has 4 hours before Y/n comes back home for the day. He still needed to go get groceries for dinner tonight.

He finished up cleaning and grabbed his shirt, shoes and keys. He went to the local grocery store and went to go get his ingredients for dinner tonight.

He wanted to treat Y/n.

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3:00PM

Y/n pulled into the driveway, she rubbed her tired head and opened the front door. Once she stepped into the house, she was hit with the best smell ever.

She came around the corner of the kitchen and saw her husband making dinner for her. He was moving swiftly around the kitchen fixing her the perfect Dinner she's ever had while being with him.

"John?"

"Love, welcome home, I didn't hear you come in, I'm just almost with dinner," he says, she sets her stuff down and sat down in her usual spot.

She smiled when she saw him start to plate everything. He set Y/n's down first and then his.

"Price, what is it?" She asked him with her usual sweet smile.

"I saw Ghost post it on Facebook (he would use Facebook tell me I'm wrong) a couple nights ago and I figured I should make it for you one day, and I thought today would be perfect, you know since...I embarrassed you at work."

"Embarrassed me? You didn't embarrass me, Price. I was actually so happy to see you come in, I knew you would stand up for me. I try to do it, but I can't with Mr.Williams, he's just so mean and rude that I was scared to say something, this morning. You could never embarrass me." She smiles at him. Price felt relieved that he didn't say or do anything embarrassing.

"I'm glad, I didn't embarrass you."

"Even if you did...I could never get mad at you," she smiles.

"Good," he smiles.

Price and Y/n ate dinner and talked about Y/n's day and even Price's day. He talked about when he walked out of the grocery store, he saw a kitten and gave it some food and thought about taking it home but didn't know how Y/n would feel about it.

"I mean wouldn't mind it; I've always wanted a pet when we started living together just didn't know...how you would feel," they both laugh.

"If I see it again, I'll bring it home."

"Good."

Once they were done eating, Price cleaned the plates as Y/n went to the bedroom to go change from her work attire to some more comfy clothes.

She wore one of Price's t-shirts and just some black panties. She walked back downstairs and saw him cleaning.

"I could do it."

"No, no way, I'll do it," Price said.

"But I want to help," she smiles.

"It's fine, love, I can do it, I appetite though lovely."

"Okay," she ducked down and got between him and the sink, she looked up and kissed his jaw. She then started to move down, and she grabbed a hold of the top of his sweatpants, but Price immediately grabbed them trying to pull them back up.

"Hey, what are you doing, love?"

"I want to pleasure you."

"But that's my job," he says looking down at her face.

"But I want to you to feel good, you may always make me feel good, but now it's your turn," she smirks and grab his sweatpants again, he allowed her to pull them down, she grabbed the top of his boxers and just slightly pulled them down.

She looked at his dick, it was...soft...but Price didn't care if she saw it soft, he would get bricked up pretty easily.

She barely touched his dick and it immediately got hard. She smirks and she kissed his tip, she looks up at him seeing him fold, his hands rested on the sink, his legs spread, and he backs up just a little bit, so she could have room.

Price let out a soft moan, she wrapped her lips around his dick and then moved her hand back and forth as her tongue then swirled around his dick.

"Ah s-shit, l-love," he moans.

"Are you about to cum already?" She asks, looking up at him with such big doe eyes.

"Maybe," his legs shake a little bit.

She giggles at him and continues to suck him off, she earned so many moans and groans from him. She just smiled at up him.

"Holt fuck," he moans, he then moved his hand to the back of her head and just held her hair, letting her do the work. He felt his body jerk a bit and he ended up coming in her mouth.

She moved off his dick and showed him the cum in her mouth, she closed her mouth and swallowed, it has been a while since she sucked him off, Price mainly keeps his wife pleased that sometimes he neglects himself.

"Wow," he cups her chin making her make eye contact with him. "Now...it's your turn," he smirks.

He picks her off the floor, he pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up, he sets Y/n on the counter and pushes the bottom of the shirt up showing off her black lace panties.

He smirks and kisses her lips; his hands went to the top of her panties and pulled them down off her lower half. She moans into the kiss and Price's fingers found their way to her clit.

She moans when his fingertips touch her clit. He smirks into the kiss and slowly pushes his fingers in and out of her. She moaned into the kiss as Price then moves his fingers quickly in and out of her.

His fingers every now and then touched her spot. He felt her clench around his finger every time he hit her spot. He wanted her to cum almost immediately like he did, but he still wanted to have his fun with his wife.

He pulled his fingers out of her and pulled away from the kiss, she pants from having her breath being taken away and whined when his fingers were pulled out of her.

His face was close to her clit, he licked her wet folds and watched her immediately jerk her head back, her hand went to his hair just to hold his hair, she pulled at his hair every now and then because of how good he was making her feel.

"O-Oh my g-god," she moans. She felt herself about to cum because of him, he started to pick up pace, barring his face into his clit.

"Hmmm~ do you like it?" Price asked with a smirk as his tongue kept doing its work.

"Y-Yes," she moans. She clenches around his tongue and comes into his mouth.

"Fuck," she says as she leaned back on the counter, Price put her legs on his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the counter.

"You never fail to taste so fucking sweet."

"I don't even have to try," she smirks.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," He picks her up and takes her to the bathroom and start up a bath for her.

[honeybear-yammy]

Yammy's 1k Followers Celebration

I finally hit 1k followers again on my new blog! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to release my 1k followers celebration event, I've just been really unmotivated recently. Thank you all so, so much for getting me to 1k followers. I would not have got this far if it was not for all of you. So, since I have been a little unmotivated and have had writers block recently, there isn't going to be as much prompts for this one because I don't think I will be able to have a lot of prompts because of that.

I will have smut and fluff prompts for my 1k followers event and I will put the rules for this event down below.

Event Start: Sunday, March 21st 2023

Event End: Sunday, March 26th 2023

Rules

I ask that everyone please follows these rules if you are going to participate in my 1k followers event.

You can only select from the characters that are listed on this post. I a character or fandom is not posted then I'm most likely not writing for them for this event but, you can still ask if you're curious.

Please only do one prompt per request because, since I have writers block I find it much harder to write for multiple prompts in one fic but, eventually I'll be back to doing more than one prompt in a fic.

Also some people do this anonamysly but, please don't spam me multiple requests whether its anon or not. It's very overwhelming and a little annoying. You can of course request more than one but, please no spam.

If I write a fic too short, please don't come at me for it. It just depends on how much of an idea I have for the fic for how long it's going to be and when fic requests aren't that detailed it makes it a little harder for me to write a long one so, I just don't know what lengths each fic is going to be until after I write it.

Please just follow these rules 💗💗

Fandoms/Characters

Outer Banks

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Cleo

Outer Banks Cast

Chase Stokes

Rudy Pankow

Drew Starkey

Austin North

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Euphoria

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Nate Jacobs

Fezco

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Smut Prompts

“You look so hot in my clothes.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me.”

“Please just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

“Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?”

“God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“I see you’ve started without me.”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Fluff Prompts

“You look so cute with your baby bump!”

“You look beautiful in anything.”

“May I have this dance?”

“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?”

“Thank you for making me a mommy.” “Thank you for making me a daddy.”

 “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

 "I’ll keep you warm.”

“Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

 “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“You give my butterflies.”

“Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

So I picked 30 prompts, 15 for both fluff and smut since that is all I feel like I can do at the moment. I look forward to seeing all of your requests and again I just wanted to say thank you for getting me to 1k again. Requests for the event will be opened for one week from now until next Sunday but, yeah lmao.

Tagging People Below

@pankhoeforlife @strokesofstokes @samxslaughter @drewbooooo @cecespeach @blueicequeen19 @gillybear17 @lovedetlost

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

Can I have a random history fact that you really like for some reason? I want to annoy my family with history facts. If you have a list that’d be amazing infodump on me-

oh my god ok sO

i'd say a favorite would be, because TR could be such a FUCKING IDIOT, he was at this little formal reception right? And he was speaking with Mark Hanna, and accompanying Hanna was a Frenchwoman named Henriette Adler. And TR was so enthusiastic and energetic in his speaking (in rapid French) that his arm started to get closer to her bodice (almost destroying it/knocking it off.). But INSTEAD, this DUMBASS proceeded to accidentally elbow a silk rose and some gauze off. He started apologizing profusely but did NOT STOP THE WAR RHETORIC in FRENCH and thankfully it was fixed by someone getting a safety pin.

But that was. So. Not okay 😭😭 it was recreated in a Rough Riders 2 part tv mini-series and it's so embarrassing each time I watch istg

NEXT okay this is gonna seem rlly not-detailed but when you have a PDF of a TR book you can get details mkay

so like Alice Roosevelt, badass bitch, smoked while she was a teen. Okay?? Well I was reading a book on her and TO MY SURPRISE she let her 13 YEAR OLD BROTHER (Kermit) smoke a cigar with her. IS THAT NOT- okay im- a little bit OUT THERE but i digress

Also the entire Bisexual JFK theory is. Very very believable but I WILL NOT GET INTO THAT but tbh he probably was BUT ANYWAY

Also wanted to mention this list on wiki exists

And the GHWB incident is that this mf, AS THE PRESIDENT, vomited and then fainted on THE PRIME MINISTER OF JAPAN AT THE TIME. america has the stupidest stories ever i swear to god

This next one, which is also stupidly funny as fuck to me but also hella messed up, is that, okay, so TR had a riding accident when he was younger when Alice was still a tiny toddler. And he returned home with fucked clothing, a broken arm, and a bloody face. Like he looked like he was a murderer mk. And he, yknow, sees his daughter, goes running to her. She fucking SCREAMS. this man is NOT her father who is this RED MAN GET HIM AWAY WHAT THE HELL.

But he catches her and he's all bloody and sweaty and she is SCREAMING so he. Guess what. Does not put her down. Does not try to CALM HER DOWN.

He SHAKES HER. and im sorry but the image 😭 bloody ass TR shaking his daughter like a rattle im sorry

but when she DOES NOT CALM DOWN AS ONE WOULD NOT AND SCREAMS LOUDER, he SHAKES HER HARDER. i cannot make this shit up

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oh my god anyways

also you likely know this but when it was thought that tomatoes were poisonous, Thomas Jefferson really ate one in front of people and they thought he was dying but when he was fine they were like "..... what the fuck"

Aaron Burr also lit himself on fire TWICE

Burr also bought a coconut for like 70 dollars or smth

(im just listing shit i know i cant think of any faves rn my brain blanked as soon as i read ur ask)

!! A favorite WOULD be that TR killed a man with his bare hands and was like rlly pumped about it but you already know that

And when some of his men were like 'we are NOT going up hill no ohmg' he was like 'DO IT OR I KILL YOU MYSELF' and they, yknow, ran up the hill

because. that is. threatening

I also would like to mention the insanity that was Lincoln liking cats and Lincoln growing a beard because a child more or less said he was ugly without one and Lincoln also maybe being bisexual

JFK's nickname by his wife, Jackie, was Bunny, bc apparently he fucked like a rabbit hjkglkmhklhkmkljk

Buchanan (James Buchanan, yknow, a president) might've been gay

Thomas Jefferson also called John Adams a hermaphrodite and i find that funny but also like. why. wh. where did you get that

Also this isnt a history fact but if i wanted to i could probably gaslight someone into thinking Andrew Jackson was on bathsalts bc a podcast i was watching mocked him by saying he was on bathsalts and tbh. accurate

Jefferson also had a ram on the White House grounds and did not get rid of it until AFTER it either harmed or killed a little boy

Harry S Truman and Ulysses S Grant both have an S as their middle name, but both of those S's mean nothing. Neither. Crazy that both S mean absolutely nothing

Grant's first name was also Hiram!!

Truman and his wife also needed to replace a bed during the white house cause they may or may not have *slams barbies together* so hard that they broke the bed

I'd also like to say the William Howard Taft bathtub myth is false klhmkhmj but ALSO i find it rlly sweet how, during TR's funeral, he was sobbing because, even tho TR was bitter during him for their last few years, Taft still considered TR a friend, and when Archie (TR's second youngest son--youngest at his funeral, as Quentin died in 1918) noticed him sobbing he was like 'come over here, you're a family friend.'

i forget the exact line but it was something close to that effect. So even though TR held a grudge, his kids didn't.

Apparently TR and Edith also fought like their entire marriage over how to pronounce Tomato and I'd like to know how he pronounced it cause wtf do you mean

ALSO for once it is not American BUT: Winston Churchill and his wife, Clementine, had nicknames for each other. Animal nicknames. His was Pig. I forget hers but. Really. P i g .

She also once threw a plate of something (asparagus or smth i dont remember) at his face and it instead hit the wall so like bad bitch moment

And finally:

all of our presidents were DUMBASSES <3

(also the Hoover Dam is named after Herbert Hoover, not J. Edgar Hoover, i think that's a common misconception.)

OH the Roosevelts also had a pet racoon for a period of time. so whenever i see something reference the Coolidge's pet racoon, Rebecca, I want to be like 'yknow the roosevelts had one pre-white-house days'

i hope thats enough idk

[imaginebeingmentallystable]

34 Portland Row // part 2

SUMMARY: Lockwood and George explain a little, and Lucy finds out why Winnie left. Winnie's brother shows up at Portland Row??

NOTES: this is an oc insert but feel free to change the name and pronouns in your head. I'll try to use more gn terms in any other fics I write :) I changed my mind it's now a Lockwood x oc B)

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, swearing, death

WORD COUNT: 1072 words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Mattes?! Like the Mattes family, one of the richest families in London?" 

Lucy gaped. She'd never expect a daughter of the Mattes family to live in anything less than a mansion. 

Lockwood sighed. "Yes. Like that. She bought the house when we decided to start the agency. Said we needed to keep home and work separate."

George looked pointedly at Lockwood, urging him to finish the story. Lockwood glared at him before continuing. 

"We had a bit of a row-" 

"He means he risked his and our lives one too many times-" 

"-and she left. Just a few months before we hired you, actually." 

Lucy looked between the two. 

"Okay." 

Lockwood took that as permission to leave and take his teacup into the kitchen. 

George sighed too. "It was more than just a row. He doesn't like talking about it because he said some… hurtful things."

"Ah."

Lucy thanked him with a nod and climbed the stairs to the attic room. 

There was clearly more to Lockwood's relationship with Winifred than they'd mentioned. Lucy flopped into bed with a frustrated growl. 

She'd thought they were done with secrets.

Lockwood had been staring at the ceiling for two hours now. 

He'd tried hard to forget about his fight with Winnie, but the question had been inevitable. Of course Lucy would notice the door (she wasn't blind), he'd just (foolishly) hoped she wouldn't ask about it. 

Giving up on trying to sleep, Lockwood threw back his covers and crept down the stairs to get a cup of tea. 

He put the kettle on and sat down, memories of that night flashing through his mind. 

The raised voices of Winifred and Lockwood followed by the slam of the front door. 

"You promised me! You said it was the last time-" "Well it worked didn't it?!"  "That means nothing if we're dead- if you're dead!"

Lockwood turned on her. 

"I don't need you to baby me-"  "Baby you- GOD WHEN WILL YOU UNDERSTAND? IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT YOU. That stunt you just pulled-"  "That 'stunt' saved your arse, as I seem to remember. And what were you doing to help? NOTHING-"  "DON'T YOU EVEN-"  "Oh PLEASE. Let's stop pretending there's any reason you still work here other than your funding-" 

Winnie pulled her hand back and slapped him. Her voice dripped with venom as she spoke. 

"Anthony John Lockwood. You are the biggest, most massive PRICK I ever saw! Your family would be ashamed and I'll be damned if I ever come back here!" 

She turned away but not before Lockwood spotted the tears beginning to streak her skin. 

But he was still mad. Besides, she would leave anyway. Everyone did.

"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? FUCK OFF." 

She hadn't come home that night. 

When Lockwood had gone up the next morning to apologise, he'd found an incredibly pissed off George holding a hastily written note. He'd been shocked. This hadn't been their first fight but..

They'd only gotten back on speaking terms the week before Lucy had arrived on the doorstep. Even then, LOCKWOOD IS A DICK had been inscribed on the thinking cloth. 

"Can't sleep?" 

George leaned on the doorframe, a knowing look on his face. Lockwood offered a tight smile before getting up to turn off the kettle. 

The sound of water being poured filled the short silence. 

"I didn't tell her by the way."

George accepted his tea gratefully. Lockwood grimaced. 

"We promised no more secrets."  "So. You'll tell her?"  "... Yeah."

On the other side of London, Winifred Mattes was suffocating. 

Her dress was too tight, her makeup was millimetres away from being a face mask, and the idiot she was conversing with (if you could call it that) kept trying to stick his sweaty hand up her skirt. 

She'd never have to deal with this shit if she'd stayed at Portland Row. 

A tap on her shoulder provided a merciful refuge from the hell that was this party. Maybe it was her brother-

Her hopes were dashed when she turned around and saw her aunt. 

"So sorry for the interruption, but I must speak with my dear niece." Claudia wore a polished smile, but her gaze was sharp, digging deep into her and pulling. 

As soon as they were out of his range of hearing, her aunt scowled. 

"Could you look any more uninviting?!" 

Winnie internally rolled her eyes. Here we go.. 

Surprisingly, Claudia didn't make any more comments on her lack of interest. 

"Would you like to explain to me why there is a ghost still haunting the Nightlock Hall mansion?"                                                        "I can't-" 

"You can and you will do it alone, for that young man of yours. Besides, you've done it before. Do you know how this looks when my own niece, the co-owner of the house, is a bloody agent?! We cannot let them think you are incompetent. Do not bring shame to this family."

Winnie pried herself from her aunt's grip. 

"I'll fix it."

She said quietly, stomach churning. Her aunt had complete control over her. 

It was disgusting

The emerging morning light revealed Lockwood asleep on the kitchen table. 

Lucy wondered briefly if she should leave him there, but decided to shake him awake. 

He groaned. Lockwood's neck had been at an odd angle all night and now he was suffering the consequences. 

"Lucy," He yawned, "I need to talk to you later." 

She stayed quiet. So she was right. There was more to this Winifred situation. 

"Toast?" She asked instead, sipping on her recently made cup of tea. A look of surprise flashed across Lockwood's face, before he nodded. 

George chose this moment to reveal himself. 

"Good morning."

Lucy jolted, nearly spilling her tea. 

"GEORGE! When did -were you there the whole time?!" She set down her cup, watching him with wide eyes. 

"Yes." He replied simply, grabbing. A cup of his own.  

Lucy rolled her eyes, exasperated, causing Lockwood to smirk. Last night's conversation was forgotten… For now. 

The rest of the morning was spent reading, chatting and in George's case, experimenting with the skull jar. It was, overall, pretty uneventful. 

It had just started raining when a frantic knock at the door interrupted the quiet of the house. 

"Door!" George called from the kitchen.     

Both Lockwood and Lucy got to the door at the same time. Lucy eyed a rapier as Lockwood greeted the person at the door. 

But before he could get past a friendly 'Hello', the stranger spoke. 

"My name is Julian Mattes and I need your help."

A/N: okay but does anyone else just imagine Lockwood and Lucy having a moment and George just somewhere in the background like OMFG I'm trying to read here-

[roses-and-rads-archived]

1 - 5 for John and Evelyn!

2 & 4 here

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

John, he would probably buy the moon for her if he could. She, and Joseph, had to like give him a talk early on about dialing back on the gifts, she did not want or need expensive stuff, she’s a simple person and just wants simple things. He finally figures out what kind of stuff she’d like from him which literally just buying clothes she can steal from him.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

I mean they both do but Evelyn only does it upstairs where there’s a lot more privacy, John just walks around in his boxers everywhere and while it’s nice to find him making breakfast she’d really prefer if he’d at least have some actual pants on. He starts doing that after he forgets that jacob is coming over and is just in the living room in boxers. Evelyn’s the only one who thinks it’s funny.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

Evelyn knows how to make like five things and steak is not one of them, somehow she just fucks it up and gets a thin burnt black crunchy outside and a pink inside. She literally almost cried she had tried to surprise John, I mean yeah he was def surprised but not in the way she has wanted, John came home to a kitchen filled with smoke and a teary Evelyn shoving everything in the sink to stop the smoke which wasn’t helping. He sent her to take a bath to like chill out, and then he cleaned everything up and made pizza and would not let her get out of his arms because he thought the whole thing was fucking sweet and also funny. He brings it up every once in a while to tease her.

[shelbystales]

Honor and Blood - Part Fourteen

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -12 - 13

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Warning: Swearing, fluff, angst.

A/N: Ok I really like the end of this capter...

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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"WHERE IS HE?!" Duke yelled as the garrison doors flew open.

He was filled with anger, and it was strange to himself how much anger he was feeling. The last time anyone in his family got mixed up in these dirty affairs resulted in him having to lose the love of his life. The thought of his daughter going through the same risk was enough to drive him mad.

He had gone to the betting shop and was told that Thomas would be here. He needed a not-so-friendly chat.

As he entered the Garrison and his voice echoed like thunder, he saw Thomas sitting with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Thomas stood up to greet Duke as he walked towards the Shelby. Instead of a handshake, Duke punched Thomas in the face with great force, causing him to fall back to the ground.

Arthur and John got up quickly and moved to stop old Sinclair

“It's okay,” Tommy told his brothers as he tried to get up, both of them backing away “you've got a strong fist, ey,” Thomas told Duke as he wiped the blood coming out of his nose.

Not enjoying the chatter, Duke walked over to Thomas and picked him up by the collar of his suit, pressing him hard against the pillar that sat in the middle of the garrison.

no words said yet. Duke felt like he was drunk with rage.

hearing the trigger of a gun behind his ear

"take your bloody hands off me brother," Arthur said, gun pointed at the old man's head

ignoring the other Shelby, Duke grunted pushing Thomas further against the wall "you motherfucker" he growled

“It's okay, Arthur. Drop it, hey,” Thomas said, assuming this was simply a father's reaction to the man fucking his daughter. Arthur nodded and lowered the gun. "And pour the man some whiskey, will you," added Thomas, and patted the duke on the shoulder "why don't we have a chat?".

Duke loosened his grip on his clothes and smiled "I could kill you"

"You could?" Thomas asked almost in a mocking tone

"Yeah. If he lays a fucking finger on me, daughter, I will," Duke said, making Thomas frown.

"Who?" He asked

Duke watched his expression for a minute “Oh God,” he said sarcastically, releasing him and taking the filled whiskey glass for him “and here I thought you were smart, hm” he drank his whiskey in a second, while Thomas straightened his suit “but you don’t even know what happened, you don't even suspect it… tell me kid” he looked at Thomas “because that's what you are. A boy, a little kid… Did you have anything to do with the stolen weapons?" Thomas felt lost but kept his game face on, he didn’t want to seem stupid in front of your father "You know what? Don't fucking answer that. If you do, I'll have to deliver you in a black plastic bag to me boss" he walked up to Thomas, standing a palm away from him "so let me warn you again. If me daughter gets dragged into your dirty business and suffers just a tiny bit. You'll be bleeding from a lot more places than that, ya?" Duke took his handkerchief and put it hard to Thomas' nose “may this be your last fucking warning.” Given the last action, Duke turned and started to leave the garrison, but stopped midway and turned to Tommy “And watch out for the safety of the people around you. Let this be the advice I give you. Maybe you will learn something" he left

"What the hell was that all about?" John asked

"Is it about y/n?" Arthur asked

Thomas didn't quite understand what had just happened. He thought the old red would be angry for other reasons, but he didn't even understand why he was mad in the first place.

—/—

Closing the shop late, you were madly tired and wanted a hot bath.

The night was freezing and the falling snow made everything that much more uncomfortable.

As you walked home, you passed in front of the garrison and decided to see if Thomas was there.

"Hi," you said when you reached them. To your surprise they still weren't drunk "are you guys ok?" you asked smiling surprised

"Hey y/n," Arthur said "yeah yeah, just tired. Been one of those bloody days, ya know"

You nodded "Today the store was very busy with customers. I think I sat for five minutes max," you said sitting next to Tommy and when he looked and placed a gentle kiss on your lips you noticed his red cheek. Connecting the dots you asked, “did my father do this?”

"Don't worry about it, ey." He held caressed your cheek

But you did. He had no right to do that. He crossed the line.

“I'm sorry, Tommy. I should have known…after the way he left the store today, I should have known. I'll speak to him".

"Shh, don't worry about it," he said again "I can take care of meself, ey" he winked at you and offered you a sip of his whiskey. You accepted the offer

“Why was he so pissed off? Your father” John asked.

"Well my dad is not a fan of Thomas at the moment," you said laughing and stroking the underside of Thomas' hair where his hair was short, "I think he just needed a reason to do that" you gently rubbed your thumb over his cheek

"If the reason is the loud noises we heard all night... it is understandable," Arthur said making you blush "I would kill the motherfucker who put his dick in me daughter"

"Then you better only have sons, because it's inevitable," You said laughing lightly

“God will be good to me and give me only boys,” he said and you smiled at him and nodded.

“For the sake of your family, I hope so. But I don't think that was the reason. I think it was the new cop with the funny mustache" you said

"Cop?" Thomas asked confused

"Yes, I think his name is Campbell," you said without giving much thought to what maybe that meant.

Thomas cast a glance at his brothers and at that moment it looked like they were mentally talking to each other.

Now things made sense. Campbell was investigating them. You were so convinced it was no big deal when your father mentioned it, but the way they just looked at each other made you shiver. You forgot the risk an investigation can bring, or rather you trust Tommy too much.

"What did he say?" Thomas asked

“Nothing, he just bought his wife an earring. Should I be worried?" You asked

"That idiot doesn't have a wife," Arthur said angryly

"No, there's nothing for you to worry about, ey" Thomas kissed you.

You don't, but Thomas does. after all, why did that man come to you? Maybe to force Thomas to get nervous, yeah, threaten the girl he has a soft spot for so that he'd make a mistake.

"Well, I gotta go home," you said "it's getting late and you know how the streets are at night," you said but Thomas shook his head and placed his hand on your thigh

“Stay, I'll drop you off at home. It's freezing tonight" Thomas said kissing your cheek. You opened your mouth to speak but he was faster "not open for discussion, love" you took a deep breath and accepted your fate

Tommy knew Campbell was out there, after the beating he gave his brother, surely leaving you alone would be a bad idea. Now he knows why Duke was so upset. At that moment, Thomas realized that they needed to talk properly about the situation, in order for you to be safe.

You felt a little weird about all of that, knowing that you didn’t know the entire story to that cop. Now worries were taking over your mind, and to make it all better, you heard a familiar voice.

"Do you boys need anything else?" you looked up and there was Grace with her beautiful blonde hair and elegant attitude that made you sick "oh hi, y/n!"

"Hello," you said forcing a smile, your stomach churning in anxiety

"Do you want a glass?" Thomas asked you "you know what? bring us the bottle and another glass for y/n," he said and Grace nodded.

Arthur was talking about some whore he had fucked and you couldn't care less. John then went on complaining about married life, although he was recently married, you already knew loyalty was not his strong suit. You just hoped Thomas was different.  

Grace's presence shook you, at no time did you and Thomas discuss, what was going on between them. ok, you guys had an argument, but him admitting he wanted to fuck you more than he wanted her didn't seem like enough right now. And he said all that when he hadn't fucked you yet and now that the mystery is over... does he feel the same way? Could she be the new mystery he wants to unravel? Were they still spending time together here after the place closed, just like you saw that time? Could it be that when you weren't here she would sit next to him and drink with them? 

no, y/n, for fucks sake... you tried to stop the thoughts but it was too late they were already there, flooding your head. It was an open wound that you thought wouldn't bother you, but here you were.

"Earth to, y/n," John said calling you waving his hand

"What?" you asked coming out of your paranoia making John laugh

"We're talking about horses, we bought a new horse. Did Thomas tell you? Where had you gone?" he asked amused

you smiled and replied "he mentioned it. Is he good?"

"We'll see" John replied and you nodded.

"You ok?" Tommy asked putting his arm around your shoulders, you nodded and said you were just tired. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it "I'll take you home in a few minutes. ok?".

"No rush," you said after nodding

Grace arrived with the bottle and served the Shelbys.

"Oh, I completely forgot about you, y/n," she said laughing "I'll be right back with your glass" she left.

Ahem, you forgot, you thought teasing her, of course, she forgot.

With you still in his arm, Thomas pushed his glass across the table until it was in front of you and you took the glass, taking a big swig.

To no one's surprise, Grace didn't come back anytime soon with your glass. But you and Tommy were sharing.

he looked a bit off and wasn't drinking much, unlike you. You needed to stop with the thousand and one theories in your head, alcohol was the tool for that. You were already starting to feel the effects of it as you talked to Arthur and John.

Some women entered the garrison and for a minute you were happy and excited to see women walk through that door.

"Hey, lover boy," one of them said to Arthur and he just pulled her by the hip kissing her desperately. 

and there went your happiness… they weren't women just hanging out at a bar. Not women you could have a conversation without paying.

Two other women had passed over him, sitting one on each of Arthur's arms and one on John's lap. they were laughing as they settled into their seats. they weren't very pretty women, but they had nice bodies, which they insisted on showing off even if it was minus ten degrees outside.

"Oh, aren’t you a cutie? new here and already getting a Shelby? you're good" the woman that Arthur pulled by the hip said to you "You know, Tommy, Lizzie was right behind us"

You didn't react, did she think you were a whore?

"Who is Lizzie?" you asked looking at Thomas, he looked uncomfortable. scratching the bridge of his nose with his thumb, he inhaled the smoke and exhaled deeply.

"Lizzie is one of us, dear. Tommy Shelby's favorite" she laughed

"That's enough, eh? Shut it" he warned and she complied by using her mouth to suck Arthurs's lips.

"Tommy, I want to go," you said uncomfortably and he nodded.

Standing up he helped you put on your overcoat as the alcohol in your veins made everything more difficult. He held your hand as you walked through the Garrison, the place was packed with people.

you passed a woman with dark hair, a thin figure, and blue eyes, a beautiful woman. she stared at Thomas from the moment you saw her until the moment you walked past her.

"Is that her?" you asked when you both finally left the pub

"Who?" he asked

"oh don't be an asshole you know who," you said letting go of his hand and stopped walking. By your tone he could clearly see you were drunk

"It was her. Let's go now. It's fucking cold" he said holding out his hand for you to hold. you reluctantly started to walk and walked in front of him refusing his hand

He sniffled and chuckled to himself, before he started walking beside you.

After a few minutes of walking, you arrived at his house to get the car. he opened the door for you but you didn't enter, you were pissed off.

"Okay, Y/n. What's going on, eh?" he asked closing the door annoyed

"I'm jealous," you said, honestly thanks to the alcohol in your veins. He smirked and walked over to you.

"Why? did I do something?" he asked

"Not today you didn't"

he took a deep breath and nodded "the party was a mistake and i-"

"It's not about the party!" you interrupted taking a step back, away from him "it's you... I don't think I trust you"

"What?" he asked, you swallowed hard.

"I think I should go home by myself," you said wrapping yourself in your arms, it was very very cold tonight.

"Be stupid you're drunk" he said curtly

"I'm not stupid!" you retorted annoyed and he took a deep breath

"Let's go inside, eh? it's cold. We'll talk inside" he said and you reluctantly accepted.

entering the front door you were surprised by Polly's presence in the kitchen.

"Oh hey, you two," she said "Is everything ok? I heard you guys arguing"

"all good, Poll" Thomas said while you simply nodded at her and smiled. the two of you went up to his room. you didn't want her to see you drunk like this and he wanted to get this straightened out.

As soon as you entered he closed the door. You felt so much more comfortable being in the heat inside.

"what's going on, y/n?" he asked seriously

"Grace" you started and he took a cigarette out of his pocket to light "what happened between you two?"

"Nothing" he replied shrugging his shoulders.

"Nothing? Not even a kiss?"

"A kiss," he said and you laughed in disbelief

"Is that nothing?" you asked

"That's what it meant" he replied and you walked around the room restlessly.

"Who's Lizzie?" you asked

"A whore" he replied and you shot a deadly look at him. he took a deep breath and sat on his bed "when I came back from the war... I needed someone. ok? You don't know what it's like"

"yes, I don't know," you said nodding "how many times?"

"Fucks sake y/n"

"How many?"

"I don't fucking know! too many" he replied angrily "is that what you want to hear?"

"I don't know what I want to hear!" you spoke out loud almost screaming "I just know I hate feeling this fucking way"

"Like what?" he asked

"I don't know..." you said and took a deep breath "like I am the new Lizzie or Grace or anyone before them. I mean, I was bothered all night because the fucking woman didn't bring me a glass! A bloody glass!!" He smiled "as if it was a mockery, I don't know! why did she do it if she didn't have any relationship with you? why would she test me? Hm?? I'm yours and you're mine. Ok, so? what now? I only accept women hitting on you all the fucking time? Am I really yours or are you just using me to hide the guns? Am I Just another you will fuck and leave? I don't know you! I mean, I feel like I do, but then I think about your favorite color or book or food and I don't know the answer, because I don't know who you are! I mena I know you are Tommy Shelby and I know you have trouble opening up, it's obvious. But I don't know the small things that make you whole. I need to know it if we are doing this becaus I don't want to be with someone I don't trust! And you've got all these beautiful women begging to be fucked and you want me to believe that I'm going to be the only one? That I am enough? I mean, look at John. Are you like him? I don't know!! I don’t fucking know!" you said, pausing for breath after talking non-stop. You were so agitated and nervous that you felt sick like you were about to throw up.

you didn't even know if what you said made any sense and honestly, you couldn't even remember what you had just said.

He looked at you with empathy in his eyes. "come here, love," he said

"No" you denied

"Why not, ey?"

"I think I want to throw up," you said and he got up and left the room. Less than a minute he came back with a bucket.

"Come on, sit down," he said guiding you to the bed. you sat and as you did you could feel the urge in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have drunk so much," you said

"Don't worry, eh. Let it out" he said, brushing the hair out of your face. As you threw up he held your hair out of the way "That's it, that's it" he caressed you back. after you threw up he took the bucket outside "Lay down I'll be right back" he said before he left the room.

"What's bloody happening in there?" Polly asked, still awake

"she's just jealous" Thomas replied

"Thats why she drank too much?" she asked

"Yeah, I don't think she was comfortable" he replied.

"And you didn't do anything about it?"

"I didn't know, Poll. you know, I can't read minds" he said ironically and she smiled

"You just didn't pay attention" she shot him a defiant look "Just fix it. And try not to wake little Finn" she warned

back in the bedroom, you had taken off your shoes and laid down on his bed.

"I brought water," he said and you sat on the bed with your legs crossed

"Thank you," you said taking the glass and drinking. he sat down in front of you "I'm fine... much better" you smiled and he nodded. he placed his hand on your thigh and looked at you gently

"I don't have a favorite book," he said "but if I had to choose one it would be moby dick, my mom read it to us once. I most definitely don't have a favorite color" you giggled "and my favorite food is" he frowned at forehead thinking "a pumpkin pie my mother used to make"

"I think my favorite book is Tarzan," you said and he laughed "hey don't laugh!" you smiled pushing him slightly "favorite color: blue and my favorite food would be without a doubt the fish with rosemary sauce that my father makes"

"Sounds delicious," he said and you nodded

"You will get to taste it at some point. It's a dish he's very proud of" you said and he nodded "I'm sorry"

"For?"

"Acting crazy..." you said

"Don't, I'm glad you... threw up your... words at me like that" he said and you smiled rolling your eyes

"I could have thrown up other things," you said jokingly

"That I'm glad you didn't," he said and you laughed "enjoying the serious conversation. Before Lizzie, before the war. I had a girlfriend. I knew for sure I would marry her, but she got sick and weeks later she passed"

"I'm sorry" you said, feeling truly sorry for him

"It's ok... my point is, I'm nothing like John or me Dad” he took you face in his hands “I told you me word is not worth much but on this matter it is worth something. When I say I'm yours, I'm yours. Got it?"

"Uhum" you mumbled while you nodded, and he kissed you

"Still want me to drop you off at home?" he asked

"I do, I really need new clothes," you said and he nodded "Maybe you could take a pair of clothes and sleep there"

"Maybe I could" he smiled caressing your cheeks

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Crossed A Line (Pete Davidson x reader)

A/N: we're just jumping right into it because I don't know how to start this imagine, lol. Also, John is John Mulaney, but it felt weird saying, "my best friend John Mulaney, so I just said, John!

Warning: arguments/fighting

"I never fucking said that, Pete!" You yelled, pulling at your hair, frustrated that words were being put in your mouth. You two had been at each other's throats since you both got home; you were tired from a busy day on set, and his mom was probably ready to kill both of you so that she could sleep. "Yes, you did! You said that your sketch idea was a million times better than mine! I heard you talking to Lorne!Just tell the truth for once! You're just upset because your sketches have been shitty lately!" He yelled back, rolling his eyes. This pushed you over the edge. "Fuck this. I'm going to bed." You mumbled, turning on your heel and walking towards the door.

You figured you'd sleep in the guest room tonight, and you'd talk about it in the morning. "Oh my fuckin' god. Of course, you're giving up. When things get hard, you push everyone away! I swear you're worse than Ariana." This stopped you in your tracks. Worse than Ariana? The woman who broke his heart so bad that he had a public breakdown? You turned to look at him, tears threatening to fall. "Really?" You whispered, your voice cracking. He flinched slightly, hearing the change in your voice, but he held his ground, still too tired and pissed off to think straight. You silently walked over to your dresser, pulling out some clothes. Pete watched you, not quite comprehending what was happening yet. You stuffed everything into a bag and grabbed your charger from the outlet in the wall, still silent. You had nothing to say. As you walked towards the door, Pete snapped out of his state. He grabbed your wrist. "Babe, wait, hold up. I'm sorry, I-" You turned to cut him off, tears falling freely down your face. "Don't, Pete. Just don't." You yanked your wrist out of his grasp and walked out the door. You choked back a sob as you got into your car and left.

You numbly drove to one place you knew you were always welcome, no matter the time or reason. After the fourth knock on his door, John sleepily opened his apartment door, clad only in boxers and a Georgetown shirt. When he saw the state you were in, sobbing and shaking, he woke up and pulled you into the apartment. After he shut the door, he pulled you into a hug. When you eventually stopped crying, he pulled away and grasped your shoulders. "What happened?" You tearfully explained everything that happened. "All he heard from my conversation with Lorne was that my sketch was about one topic, and Pete's was about another; I never said either one was better than the other, but he wouldn't listen to me." You sniffled, your tears threatening to start falling again at the thought of the whole situation. John sighed, shaking his head at the story he was just presented. "I'm sorry. You're nothing like Ariana. He'll realize that he fucked up sooner or later, and you two will work it out. You always do." You nodded. You still loved Pete. You still wanted to be with him, but the things he said hurt you, and you needed some time to think.

You stayed at John's the rest of the week, ignoring calls and texts from Pete. A week later, after you had called in sick that Saturday, Pete couldn't take it anymore. He called John.

"Pete?" "John, just tell me they're okay. Please. I'm going crazy over here." Pete begged. John hesitated, making Pete's heart drop. "I know I fucked up. I just need to know if they're okay. I'll leave them alone after that." He whispered. John told him to hold on and put his phone on the counter. Quickly walking to the guest room where you were holed up, he peaked his head in. You nodded as if to say, 'go ahead. "Pete wants to know that you're safe. What do you want me to tell him?" "Is he here?" "No, he's on the phone." You sat there for a second. "Can I talk to him?" "Are you sure?" You nodded. You followed him back to his kitchen, where Pete was still waiting patiently in line. You picked up the phone, taking a deep breath as you did so. "Pete?" Even over the phone, you could hear his breath catch in his throat. You heard John leave the room behind you. "Baby?" Pete whispered like he was going to scare you away. "Hi." "I-" You both started to speak at the same time. You both proceeded to do the awkward 'no you first' thing until he huffed. "Are you safe? You're okay with John, right?" He asked, and you couldn't help but feel butterflies. "Yea, I'm okay." There was an awkward silence until he spoke up again. "Would it be okay if I came to see you? I want to have this talk in person." He asked gently. "Yea, Pete, that's okay."

You heard a car door shut, and your anxiety kicked in a little bit more. John let him in and then excused himself from the room. Pete sat down on the opposite side of the sofa, looking like he hadn't slept much in the last week. "Hi." You breathed out, breaking the heavy silence. "I uh, I missed you." He admitted, scratching the back of his neck and looking down. "I'm really sorry about all of the shit that I said. Your sketches haven't been shitty lately, or ever for that matter. You're the most brilliant, funny, and most caring people I've ever met." He looked up, and your eyes met his brown ones. You could see tears starting to form in his eyes, and you could feel some forming in yours. He took a shuttering breath in. "I'm so sorry that I said you were like Ariana. You're nothing like her baby. She was hurtful and made me hate myself. You're brilliant, loving, and considerate, and you make me feel like a better person just by being around you. I should have never said that, and I'm so sorry." You took in his statements. "What you said stung Pete." You sighed. "I know, I'm a fucking idiot." He looked down. You inched closer to his side of the couch. You gently grabbed his hands, making him look up at you. "I can't fully forgive you yet, but I do still love you." You said. He nodded. You hesitated before pulling him into a hug. He hugged you tightly, almost crushing you. You immediately melted into him. You pulled back just enough to capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

It would take some time to get back to normal, but the two of you grew stronger from this experience.

BONUS:

Hearing a cough, the two of you pull apart. John is in the doorway, smirking. "If the two of you are about to engage in make-up sex, can you do that back at your place? I like that couch and don't want to have to burn it."

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hi boooo! You’re legit my favorite author on here! I love your writing so much 💕 was wondering if you could do one: outer banks JJ getting so drunk at a party and throwing up at the party and getting sick all over JB car going back to the chateau with all the pogues. And like reader (not Girlfriend yet) taking care of him please 🥺 thank you so much!!!! 😍😍😍 I know you’re busy so like take you’re time and if you don’t want to it’s fine too 💕💕

Drunken Confessions

Warnings: excessive and underage drinking, cursing

Pairing: jj maybank x reader

Word count: 2.48k

Summary: JJ drinks a littleee too much at a party, which makes the reader worried about him. So being the great person she is, she decides to take care of him.

a/n: thank you for the kind words in your request! It really means a lot! <3

3 things JJ Maybank loves most in this world: sex, surfing, and booze. Emphasis on the booze because once he started, it was almost impossible to stop him which, was currently the situation at the party you were all at.

It was a normal party, one mixed with tourons and pouges. But a normal party for JJ obviously meant drinking. You always worried about him when he would over do it like he is now. Though you were all used to the underage drinking, it was kind of hard to remember that it still is, technically, illegal.

The music was almost too loud. You could barely hear your friends as they each took turns telling stories about their most embarrassing moment. “Mine’s gotta be in 3rd grade when I was in the talent show for dancing and wound up twirling off stage,” Kie exclaimed, making all of you laugh. Pope went next and then John B and as you went around the circle, you realized JJ was no where to be found. You stood up in worry and searched the party for his unique clothing style and beautiful set of hair. “Where is he?” You ask, making John B tilt his head. “Who?” You roll your eyes and look at him. “Your best friend?” You ask with a laugh. Before John B could answer though, you all heard some yelling in the distance. Turning your head to the sound, your question was answered.

There was JJ. Standing on top of a table. Chugging beer after beer, almost as if he was putting on a show for the cheering audience under him. They were all applauding him as he downed the substance, some of it pouring down his chest, turning his dark blue tee into black. You groaned in annoyance as you and the other pouges ran up to him. You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, giving you the perfect view of JJ’s drunken state. You sigh and stick your hand out to him. “JJ!” You yell, but he still continued to pour the drinks down his throat. “Maybank! Hey! Let’s go!” You attempt again, but it’s no use. So, you climb up on the table with him, earning even more cheers from the people below. Maybe they thought you were going to join him.

He finally turns to you and his eyes light up. “Y/n!” He exclaims happily. As much as you loved JJ, in this moment, you were pretty upset. All you wanted was for him to just take care of himself so he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this. “Let’s go J,” you whisper only loud enough for him to hear. You reach out to him but he dodges your touch. “No!” He yells, scanning the people below. “Please J. Come on. Please let’s go home,” you plead, making JJ turn toward you. This time, his eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he had turned sober for a quick moment. “Ugh, fine,” he groans, but secretly doesn’t mind the feeling of your finger tips guiding him off the table and back to the pouges. You ignored the boo’s you heard from the others, but they soon forgot about it. To you, they weren’t worth JJ’s time.

“He’s shit faced,” you state to the other pouges, as JJ leans further into your side. Without you, he might have fallen over. “What’s new?” Pope laughs, making you roll your eyes. You knew that this was normal for JJ and that the pouges took it as a joke, but that doesn’t mean it should’ve been normalized. You always worried about JJ and the fact that the other pouges didn’t, made you upset.

You sigh as you sway awkwardly with JJ, thinking about what to do. “Can we just take him back to John B’s? He can’t be drinking anymore guys,” you plead, as John B nods and grabs his keys to the van. “Let’s go then.” You all start walking to the van, you and JJ a little bit behind due to his wonky walking. “You’re cute,” he laughs in his drunken state, making you smile a bit. JJ flirting with you both sober and drunk wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it never failed to make you blush like a middle schooler. “You too J,” you admit, and he chuckles without saying another word.

You make it to the van where Kie holds the door open for you two to hop into the back. You shove JJ in first, having him sit near the window while you sit in the middle and Kie sits next to you guys. John B starts the van and starts driving, which makes JJ hold his stomach. You’re the only one who notices it. “You okay JJ?” You ask him, but all he does it roll down the window. “I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, making your eyes go wide. “Oh no JJ, not in the van please,” John B begs. JJ doesn’t say anything as he sticks his head out the window and starts violently throwing up. All of you groan and laugh, as you rub JJ’s back to soothe him. You repeat the phrases “it’s okay” and “you’re okay” like a mantra.

You felt something on your thigh and looked down to see JJ’s hand. After pulling his head back out the window, he plops down on the soft seat under him and looks at you with a sloppy smile while squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “I’m good,” he laughs, looking around the van. “Good cause if you ever throw up in my van, I’ll kill you,” John B chuckles, making everyone else laugh along.

Finally making it back to John B’s, with JJ getting sick almost every 5 minutes, you limp with him by your side as the pouges rush to get the door open for you two. “Come on,” you grunt, finding it a bit difficult to hold JJ up by yourself. He keeps giggling and laughing while slurring his words. “Get him cleaned up in the bathroom y/n,” Pope says, and you nod. “We’ll get him water and some tylenol but until then, just make sure he doesn’t throw up all over my house,” John B exclaims, making you chuckle and adjust yourself against JJ. “Sure thing John.”

You walk into the bathroom with JJ and plop him down on the toilet seat. He sways back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Jesus J, your clothes are so dirty,” you whisper with a sigh. “Would you like me to strip then, princess?” You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his flirty words. “Shut it Maybank. Let’s just get you cleaned u-“

Your words were interrupted by JJ rushing to get off the toilet seat so he could open it. He instantly started throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet until his knuckles turned white. You instantly got on your knees and sat behind him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “Shit JJ..” you say sympathetically. “I fucking hate when you do this shit.” After a minute or so of throwing up, he sits down on the floor and wipes him mouth. “Come here,” you mumble, coming closer to him with a napkin, but he swats your hand away. “JJ..” you warn. “Y/n just get out of here, okay? I don’t need you taking care of me.” You blink in surprise of his words and how quickly he can switch up. “Instead of being petty JJ, how about you be grateful that someone cares about you!” He scoffs and looks away. “Whatever,” he hiccups. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” 

You freeze for a minute, trying to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you as much as they did. “You’re an asshole sometimes JJ. Girlfriend or not, I care about you. So stop denying my help and just shut up! God, I don’t even know why I’m fighting with you. You’re obviously so drunk right now. You don’t mean anything you’re saying.” You get up and stick your hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He looks at your hand and then up at you. You shoot him a smile and he could swear, drunk or not, that smile would be the death of him one day. 

He hesitantly takes your hand, and you pull him up, having him stumble a bit before regaining his balance. You lead him to his bedroom and plop him down on his bed. You kneel down to take off his shoes for him, but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking down to the ground. “For what?” You ask him, sitting down next to him. He feels the bed dip down a bit, which makes him sway a little. “For what I said in the bathroom,” he mumbles. You shake your head and chuckle. “JJ, you’re just drunk. I know you don’t mean any of it.” You were always so patient and understanding when it came to JJ. It was one of the many things he loved about you. That’s what made you so different from the other pouges. 

“Y/n?” He whispers. “Hm?” You ask in the same volume that he had used. “I like you a lot.” You smile and grip his shoulder. “I like you a lot too, JJ.” He shakes his head and lays down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “No Y/n,” he sighs, while closing his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I like you a lot.” You tilt your head for a second in confusion, but instantly look at him wide eyed when you get what he meant. “Wha- JJ? Are you serious?” But he doesn't respond. All you heard from him was his silent snores. You get up from his bed and look down at him, to see he was fast asleep. Your breathing starts to pick up as you pace around the room silently. “Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t mean that, right? He’s just drunk.. right? My god Y/n, who are you even asking? You’re alone. Right.. okay.” You stop pacing and grab a blanket that’s folded on JJ’s bed and cover him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. “You better have meant what you said JJ, or I’ll kill you.” 

You leave a letter for him and go on your way, hoping he calls you in the morning or is not too sick to remember what he meant. 

Dear JJ, 

It’s your favorite person :) You were pretty drunk last night so the pouges left you some water and medicine while I took care of you. When you wake up, give me a call, okay? We kinda need to talk. And please JJ, try not to get so drunk anymore. You worry me when you do. I care about you. Girlfriend or not. 

Love, Y/n <3

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JJ wakes up the next morning with a groan and a pounding headache. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He never drinks this much and he knew it, but for some reason last night was different. He was trying to forget. And apparently it worked because he forgot what he was trying to forget. Bingo. He blinks a couple of times to get his vision from blurry to clear before standing up and stretching. He  looks down at his nightstand and finds a folded piece of paper and instantly recognizes your handwriting. 

He opens the letter and reads it. His eyes go wide when he reads “girlfriend or not.” He starts to wonder what he could’ve possibly said to you last night for you to include that in the letter, but his memory is failing him. Nevertheless, he finds his phone and quickly finds your contact, hesitantly clicking “call.” 

You answer after a couple of rings with a chipper yet out of breath ‘hello.’ 

“Hey Y/n..” he says softly, hearing your pants. “Are you okay?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Yeah J, I-I’m good. Just surfing. Why don’t you join me? None of the other pouges are here, and I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.” You didn’t sound mad or upset, which JJ took into consideration. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you upset. “Sure, yeah. I’m on my way.” 

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JJ meets you on the beach about 15 minutes after your phone call. “Hey J!” You say, running up to him with a smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, and he just rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m a little out of it but the strangest thing is that I don’t remember anything from last night.” Your face instantly drops and JJ is quick to recognize your disappointment. “Oh..” you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down. “What’s the matter? Did I say something last night? Y/n whatever I said, I didn’t mean it, okay?” You look back up at JJ with a bit of tears in your eyes. “You said you liked me,” you mumble, making JJ tilt his head. “Of course I like you,” he chuckles. You shake your head, realizing you were mimicking his actions from last night. “No JJ. You said you liked me.” His eyes go wide, immediately realizing what you meant. “Oh.. Y/n, I- I don’t-”

“Did you mean it J?”

“Y/N-”

“Just tell me JJ. Please. Don’t lie to me, okay?”

 JJ looks down for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth to you and potentially ruin the friendship, or lie to you, and ruin the friendship even further. He saw how hurt you look when he said he didn’t remember, so maybe, just maybe, there was a slight chance that you liked him back. 

“I like you Y/n. I do. More than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you while I was shitfaced and with you taking care of me. But I did, and I’m sorry. You deserved a better confession from me. I really do like you Y/n but if you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I ju- are you crying?!”

You wipe the tears away as you chuckle from JJ’s concerned face from you crying. “Of course I am, you idiot!” You exclaim, walking closer to him. “JJ I like you too. So much. I was really hoping you were telling the truth because I don’t think I could watch you have one night stands anymore,” you laugh, and so does he. “So does this mean..” his voice trails off but you knew what he meant. You nod with a smile and he returns it, blinking slowly. 

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Please do.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

backstage ~ pete davidson

word count: 1960

request?: yes!

“Can you do a Pete Davidson smut on the set of SNL”

description: in which a backstage tour turns into something a little more

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

“And this is the writer’s room,” Pete said as he led me into a room with a large desk surrounded by multiple chairs. “This is where we come up with the skits and the jokes. There’s John, being the loner he is.”

“You say that like it’s a joke but you’re my best friend so what does that say about you?” John asked, not looking up from his laptop.

Pete chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Moving on - ”

“Hold on!” I cut him off. “We are not just sweeping past John Mulaney like that. You know how much I love him.”

This made the older comedian look up from his laptop and smile at me. “Oh, I like this girl. She’s got good taste.”

Pete rolled his eyes at the two of us. “You can come back and talk to John before we start filming. This is a big set and I told you I’d show you all of it.”

I playfully pouted at him before waving goodbye to John and continuing to follow Pete through the unfamiliar building.

Pete had been dying to give me a tour of the SNL backstage basically since we had started dating. Our schedules never lined up enough to be able to, but I had finally managed to get a full weekend off and Pete decided to take advantage of that.

The set was much larger than I thought, with every castmate having their own dressing rooms, plus special rooms for the hosts and musical guests. So many rooms for writing and editing, and the massive set where everything was filmed, usually in front of an audience. I didn’t understand how Pete didn’t get lost every day, even if he was familiar with the place.

“And finally,” he said once we neared the end of his tour, “my home away from home.”

He pushed open the door with his name written on a wooden plaque. The room definitely screamed “Pete”. Besides the smell of weed smoke that seemed to linger no matter how long Pete wasn’t there, the room was also littered with little things he liked to have with him at all times: pictures of his dad, his mom, the two of us, little gifts I had always given him for every season premiere, little things from his other friends.

There was a comfortable looking couch along the wall that was begging for me to lay down on it. I sighed in relief the moment my back touched the couch, my legs and feet aching from the heels I decided to wear.

Pete chuckled at my reaction. “I told you to wear something comfortable.”

“And I told you I wanted to make a good impression on your co-stars, which includes a nice outfit.”

I had decided on a long sleeved white shirt and a short, plaid skirt to wear on set, with a pair of black booties that were nice when I put them on, but now that I had been walking around in them for almost an hour I was regretting my wardrobe choices.

Pete smiled and came to lay down on the couch on top of me, his legs between mine and his hands on either side of my head. “Baby, you could wear a garbage bag and everyone here would still be impressed by you.”

“Well, I’ll do that next time then.”

He chuckled and lowered himself so he was kissing me. It was a quick kiss on my lips before he dipped his head to kiss my neck. I giggled as the slight stubble he was starting to grow tickled my neck, followed by a moan as he found the spot on my neck that always drove me wild.

“The skirt does give me some easy access, though,” he mumbled against my neck as one of his hands traced up my bare leg and dipped under my skirt. I gasped as he ran a finger over my clothed clit - or, just barley clothed as I was wearing a G-string. “God, baby, I’ve barley touched you and you’re already soaking wet.”

I moaned as his finger slipped under my G-string and inside of me. He was quick to cover my mouth, a cheeky grin on his face at my reaction.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he said. “Anyone could come catch us at any time.”

I bit my lip to try and keep quiet as his finger slid in and out of me, first at a slow pace. My moans came out as squeaks and whimpers of pleasure as his pace began to pick up and he slipped another finger into me. I was basically writhing underneath him, which I could tell he was taking a lot of pleasure in.

With two of his fingers in me, he pressed his thumb against my clit and began to rub painfully slow circles, causing my body to arch against him. It was becoming harder to hold back my moans and I had to cover my own mouth with my hand.

“God, this is so fucking dirty,” Pete commented. “Finger fucking my beautiful girl on the couch of my dressing room? Where all my co-workers come in and hang out with me? Man, I’ll never be able to look at this couch the same.”

“It’ll be a nice memory of me,” I said, trying my best to smile up at him but another whimper being let out instead.

“I’ll never not think of you when I’m in this room again,” he confirmed, lowering himself to kiss my neck again.

I was already nearing my climax when Pete’s fingers were removed from my wet core. I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and my lips pouting. He brought his wet fingers to his lips and took them in his mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathed. I didn’t think it were possible, but I managed to become even more wet at the sight.

“Flip over on your hands and knees baby,” he told me.

I excitedly did as he told me, spinning to be back on to him on my hands and knees. I started reaching for my panties to take them off, but his hand caught hold of my wrists before I could.

“Leave them on,” he said. “I think it’ll be extra hot to fuck you with your skirt and panties still on.”

I nodded excitedly and got back into my position. Pete stood for just a moment, long enough to undo his jeans and let them, and his underwear, fall to the floor. My heart was racing as I felt the couch dip behind me again and Pete pulling my panties to the side as he lined his head up with my entrance.

As he pushed himself inside of me ever so slowly, his other hand came to rest on my back, pushing me down till my head was buried in the couch cushions.

“Best way to keep you quiet,” he said. “I don’t intend to go easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” I responded.

I looked over my shoulder to see the smile on Pete’s face. He took hold of my waist with both hands and started to thrust slow at first, making sure I was comfortable and fully stretched around him. Once he was sure I was okay, his thrusts gradually got quicker and rougher until he was pounding me so hard that the only sounds in the room were that of skin slapping against skin.

I buried my face in the couch again, trying my best the muffle the moans that were basically turning to screams of pleasure. However this process was basically moot as the sound of our skin slapping against each other and Pete’s own moans and groans of pleasure would definitely alert any passersby of our activities.

Being adventurous with our sex was definitely nothing new to Pete and I. Whenever one of us was in the mood, we’d initiate it wherever we wanted. In bathrooms, fitting rooms, in the back of his car, wherever we could get some form of privacy while also being a little too out in public.

But there was just something different about having him rail me in his dressing room mere minutes before he was set to go live. At any moment someone could walk past, or one of the producers could come knock on the door. Or, heaven forbid if he didn’t lock the door, someone could just walk in and catch the two of us. All of that just made our secret rendezvous a little more naughty and sexy. While I didn’t want to be caught by any means, the thought that it would be so easy to be caught drove me wild.

Pete’s thrusts became so rough that I could hear the couch legs scraping across the floor as it moved. My legs were already feeling like jelly and I had a feeling I was going to have trouble walking to set with Pete when this was over.

His hand ran up my back and through my hair before giving my head a rough tug back. I yelped at the sudden pain that I felt in my head before it dissolved into a moan. Pete pulled me back till my back was against his chest and leaned in close to my ear.

“You feel so good,” he breathed into my ear. “God, even after all this time, you’re still so tight around me.”

“You keep talking like that and I’ll cum around your cock in no time.”

The hand in my hair crept around my front to grab me by the throat. “You say that as if it’s not what I wanted.”

His other hand slipped between my legs and began rubbing at my clit, causing all sorts of pleasure to run through me. My body started to tremble as I felt myself nearing my climax. The hand around my throat squeezed slightly as I let out a cry of pleasure, my walls tightening around him.

Pete grunted in my ear a few more times before I felt him filling me up as well. I took a deep breath in when he let go of my throat, although my head was still spinning.

Pete pulled out of me just in time for a knock to come on his door. “Give me a second!”

He quickly pulled his pants and boxers back on as I adjusted my skirt and panties. Although I was sure whoever was at the door wouldn’t notice the wet spot that had suddenly appeared on the couch, I still decided to cover it with a pillow just in case.

One of the producers was stood at the door. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know that we’re starting in roughly five minutes!”

“Thanks, I’ll be there soon,” Pete responded. He shut the door and looked back at me. His eyes travelled down to my legs as an amused look crossed his face. “You got something on your leg there hun.”

I looked down to see a single string of warm liquid running down my inner thigh. “Oh fuck.”

I reached for a tissue but Pete stopped me. “Wait, don’t clean it yet. I’d love to know you’re in the audience watching me with my cum running down your legs.”

“Okay, that’s hot, but I don’t want your co-workers thinking I peed myself or something.”

“I’ll tell them the truth if you want.”

I rolled my eyes and shoved him towards the door. “Go to set! Let me clean up. I’m sure there’s more there that can fulfil this fantasy you have.”

Pete smiled down and gave me one last kiss before rushing to set.

[jaxxandcomet]

the only thing I don't want to burn - JJ Maybank x reader

in which a boy tells a girl that he is real and the things that haunt her, no matter how realistic, aren't.

word count : 2600

trigger warnings : blood, paranoia, self harm, burning ( as a form of self harm ), schizophrenia, love haha, swearing

requested : no but they are open!

this one's rough buttercups, but I love angst and this was a good thing to get out emotions on !

gif credit : @outerbankspov

You were never alone. You stood in lines in the school cafeteria and tried to ignore the voices circling around outside, both the real ones and the ones made up by your mind. You laid on the HMS Pogue and soaked up the sunlight and tried to shake the feeling of someone choking you or of someone plugging your ears.

Pill 1

This pill was light blue, but it reminded you nothing of the sky. You held it in your fingers, trying to hold enough water in your mouth so you could swallow it. You’d read the orange bottle it came in, the bottle that your doctor had prescribed, and told yourself it would work. That it had to work. But the people standing around you told you it wouldn’t. Just like how they told you to kill yourself or cut yourself or how they took your thoughts away from you.

You swallowed it and blinked at yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t taken a shower in days - the last time you did spiders crawled up from the drains and screamed in your ears. You looked down at your arms and still saw the scratches you’d given yourself to get the spiders off of you - even though they were made up by your mind.

The figures behind you that you’d come to know well stared you down, still chirping. You could see their reflections in the mirror, tainted.

“Come on y/n.” The boy with the red hair told you. “This isn’t going to work. I will be with you forever. We love each other, don’t we?”

“Y/n, why would you ever think that you could get rid of us? We love you more then JJ or the Pogues ever could. Listen to us. We do everything for you!” The girl said. The Haunter’s always told you lies, and you always believed them.

You sat on the floor for the amount of time it said it would take the pill to kick in. You waited for their voices to go away, for their darkness to stop tainting your eyes, but they never did.

You got up and left your bathroom, the Haunter’s following you down the hallway to your bedroom. Your parents were gone, and your middle-class home was silent. It seemed to you as though they were always gone. It was only the Haunter’s that were ever really with you.

You didn’t turn on the light when you walked inside and shut the door to your room, and you prayed it would stop the Haunter’s from turning your vision. Of course, their whispers could never be silenced. You crawled into bed and screamed when you felt a warm lump at the end of it.

“Fuck, y/n! It’s just me! I’m not going to hurt you!” A voice told you, and for a second you believed it was one of the Haunter’s still trying to configure your mind. They would always be trying, you reminded yourself. At least at this rate.

“God dammit JJ, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, sorry.” You felt a hand on your foot, so warm that you were sure you were making it up. It was gone a second later. “You are freezing! Get under the blankets before you go hypothematic.”

“Before I get hypothermia, you mean.” You corrected, trying to focus on the texture of the blankets as you crawled under them. You felt JJ lay down a second later, right next to you, a mess of blankets separating your skin.

“Thematic, thermia. Potato, tomato. Same thing.” JJ said and you could smell weed and salt on his skin. The last thing you remembered smelling was your own blood.

You tried to laugh but only hollowness sounded.

“Are you okay? You seem weird.”

“Wow. Thanks. I’m a weird person.” The word almost choked you. You felt your mouth dry. You were weird. That’s why you could never tell him. He would leave, and hate you, and that would feel worse then waterever the Haunter’s said about him now.

“I didn’t mean it like that, you just seem not yourself.” He spoke quietly, and you closed your eyes and focused on keeping your hands on your stomach so as they wouldn’t try to plug your ears. The Haunter’s were shouting at each other at the foot of your bed.

You took a deep breath. “I’m fine, JJ, just tired. I’m going to try and sleep. You can stay if you want.”

After the words slipped out of your throat, an encore of anger blasted from your feet. The Haunter’s screamed at you.

“No! What are you thinking! We are here, you do not need him. He is nothing compared to us. You love us and you know that he will never love you.” They told you. You tried your hardest not to believe them.

“You need your sleep. I’ll see you soon, Y/n. Goodnight.” He crawled over you and left via your window, which you quickly closed, preparing yourself for what the Haunter’s would tell you next.

They weren’t telling you, they were shrieking at you. “You love us! How could you ever replace us with him! You need to hurt yourself! What in the world were you thinking!”

You tried not to believe them. But this was the slipping point, and open air was soon under your feet. You got up, and walked to the living room, where you grabbed the lighter from above the fire. You sat back down at the edge of the bed, and lit the flame apon your wrists.

Pill 2

This pill was orange, and it felt heavy in your fingertips. The Chateau bathroom stood around you, and you popped the pill in your mouth before replacing your hands to where they lay on the bowl of the sink. You’d become an expert in the past four months of swallowing pills without water, and since you’d tried several other types of pills, you’d also become very good at reading the orange bottles. This pill had the strongest dosage, and was the one of the market that seemed to work best for severe cases of your ‘condition’. At least that was how your doctor put it, when she handed you the bottle with a smile.

It didn’t seem like just a condition to you or the Haunter’s, but they’d been ghosts for the past day, and on days where they went half-away, you tried to make the most of it.

You walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the porch with the rest of Pogues. Pope, who sat next to you on the couch, was drawing a route on a map for a day trip they were planning. Kiara offered you a beer and you shook your head.

“Come on, dude! I haven’t seen you drink anything in like four fucking months. Loosen up a little bit.” She said, taking a swig of her own beer.

“Don’t fucking pressure her like that Ki!” JJ said from his spot on the side of the railing.

“Says you!” John B shook his head as JJ pretended to punch him. Sarah, who was sitting next to JB, turned and ran her eyes over you.

“Are you okay, y/n?” She asked lightly, laying a hand on your jean covered leg. JJ turned his head quickly and nodded.

“I was just about to ask the same thing,” his eyes glazed over your body. You’d lost weight and replaced tighter clothes with baggier ones. His face paused when looking at your own, noticing the bags under your eyes.

“I didn’t sleep well last night. I hope I’m not too much of an eye soar.” Pope laughed at your remark.

“You will never be,” JJ looked away, holding up his blunt to his mouth.

You sat next to Pope and tried to look away from the Haunter’s, who were slowly getting louder in your ears and darker to your eyes. Before you knew, they were laughing and calling you names and pretending to shoot you with their guns and you couldn’t take it. You got up slowly and fumbled down the steps, a head rush pounding into your skull.

“Y/n? Y/n?” JJ got up quickly and ran down the steps behind you, seeing you drag yourself to the street so as you could walk home.

You turned around slowly and smiled lightly, trying to put away the Haunter’s remarks for you to shoot yourself. You gripped your sleeve tighter, praying he didn’t see the burn marks on your arms. They never healed for more than twelve hours.

“What’s up? I can walk you home if you want to go. You don’t look okay.” You could hear the worry laced into his voice.

“I’m good, JJ. Just got a little headache and want to go home and try to sleep. I’ll see you soon, okay. Don’t worry about me.” Before he could respond, you walked away and down the street.

Pill 3

This pill was red. It stuck to your tongue when you swallowed it, and you felt as though it may never hit your stomach. None of the pills ever helped. Some made the Haunter’s worse. None of them made them fade.

The sun beat down on your skin, and you pulled your long sleeve down over the scars on your wrists, and now arms. You could feel the sway of the HMS hunderneth you and the wind muffled the Haunter’s whispers, at least for a few minutes.

You didn’t pay attention to the conversation the rest of the Pogues were having, and focused only on how good the flame would feel when you got home. The Haunter’s were right that warmth helped.

That night, you sat on your downstairs porch huddled around the outside fireplace, surrounded by the Haunter’s. Their voices rang into your skull, and the only thing you could do to distract your mind from them was to pull up your sleeve and hold it over the open flame. Whenever you pulled your arm out of the glow, they would shout at you to put it back in. So you complied. It was the only thing that made them happy.

Your eyes lost themselves inside of the orange fluorescence, and you didn’t hear the twigs snap next to you or the gasp that sounded. The only thing you could feel was when someone pushed your chair backwards and you landed on the concrete.

“Shit! Oh my god. What in the fucking world were you doing,Y/n!” It took you a second to place JJ’s voice in your mind, and you tried to pull down your sleeve, but it was too late. You felt him pull you upright and drag the chair away from the fire pit.

“Your arm was on fire. It’s burned! Why were you holding your hand in the fucking fire!” With each word he said, your breathing quickened. This was normally the part you hated the most. The withdrawal from the flame. The Haunter’s shrieked in your ears and you could see them dancing in the light in front of you.

You peered down at your arm and screamed, and before you could do anything JJ had picked you up and pulled you through the French door’s of your house and onto your couch. You pushed yourself away from him, holding your hands up in front of your eyes, peering at them as though they weren’t your own.

“Y/n! I need to know what you were doing! I need to know if you are okay! Why aren’t you looking at me? Nothing’s over there. Stop! I need you to answer me!”

“JJ?” You asked faintly and glanced over at him for a second. A tear slipped down his cheek, and you could tell he wanted to touch you, but didn’t want to hurt you. “I need you to leave.” Your voice was quiet. You still could protect yourself. JJ didn’t have to know about the Haunter’s.

“I’m not going to leave you, Y/n. You were hurting yourself, and I need to know why. I need to know if this is related to why you’ve been acting weird. I need to know if you are okay.” He was sure in his tone and you understood that you wouldn’t be able to get yourself out of this. He’d seen your arm in the flame.

The Haunter’s had followed you both into the house and were trying to coax you back out of to the flame. Your eyes flickered between them and JJ, and they were all getting louder. You couldn’t hear your own breathing.

“SHUT UP! FUCKING PLEASE SHUT UP!” You screeched and your arms and legs shook. “Please. I don’t want to go out there again. I don’t want to hurt myself. Please stop trying to make me. Please. Please.” The tears glided down your cheeks as you shut your eyes. You trembled and kept repeating the word to yourself. “Please. Please. Please. I don’t want to hurt myself.”

When you stopped, the Haunter’s had quieted themselves and JJ was there and watching you.

“Y/n?” JJ took you in softly. “Please tell me what just happened.”

Still shaking hard, and glancing around to make sure the Haunter’s didn’t return, you opened your mouth. “I’m so sorry JJ. I can’t. I can’t.”

“I need to know why you were hurting yourself and what just happened. I want you to be okay, Y/n. I might be able to help.”

You let out a breath, quivering. “I see things, and I hear things. And they tell me bad things. They tell me to hurt myself, and to kill myself. They never leave me alone. They want me to die. They make me believe I want to die. The doctor calls it schizophrenia. I call it my own death sentence.” Your words slipped from your throat. JJ didn’t pull away, instead, he lay a hand on your thigh and ran a finger through your hair.

“Are they talking right now?” He whispered, and you nodded, tears creating a damp spot on your shirt. He nodded back, and held your fingertips against his own. “I need you to listen to only my voice, y/n. Focus on my voice. I know it's hard, but you have to.

“I’m so thankful you told me. I was so worried about you. I still am. But I can try to help you now. You aren’t alone anymore. You will always be importa-” JJ’s voice faded and you looked over away from his eyes at the Haunter’s, who were starting to reappear.

“I’m right here, Y/n. Look at me, I’m right here.” He touched the sides of your face and positioned your eyes so they stared into his own.

“You will always be important to me. I’m willing to fight with you. I love you so much, and you can’t let them tell you differently.”

“I don’t even know if you are real, JJ. I can’t tell anymore. I want to believe you, I promise. But it’s really hard.”

JJ lead your hands to his sides, where his hips met his body, and then to his stomach and abs, and to his shoulders, and around to the sides of his face. “I”m real. I’m right here, and I’m real. I know it's hard to believe me. I understand. But for me, you need to. I can’t lose the only thing that I don’t want to burn. I’m real. And I’m here for you.”

[inkandpen22]

The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 4)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: swearing, angst

Part Summary: You wake up at the Chateau in JJ’s arms. When you receive a urgent call from Topper, you return to the Figure 8, much to JJ’s dismay. 

Masterlist

You wake up to the sound of a faint buzzing. A small groan leaves your throat as you attempt to stretch out your limbs, but are trapped beneath the weight of an arm. Your eyes flicker open and adjust to the golden rays pouring in from the window. JJ doesn't even shift, completely unaware of your moving. You recognize the sound of your phone buzzing and dig around the recliner. You two must've fallen asleep during the movie. Kiara and Pope remain on the floor, sprawled out like starfish. The couch is empty, John B and Sarah are probably in his room. You finally manage to find your phone beneath JJ's hip. You do your best to slide it out without waking him. Slowly, you climb out of the chair, placing JJ's arm down gently. 

“Hello?” You whisper, suppressing a yawn as you step out to the porch to not wake the others. 

“Hey, Princess," Topper's worried voice echoes through the device. "Did I wake you?”

 You settle down on the couch in a ball, shaking your head as if Topper can see you. “No, No, it’s okay," you lie for his sake. "Is everything alright?” 

“It’s Rafe..." he sighs. "He kinda got outta hand last night and he hasn’t been to bed yet. He keeps saying he’s going to go to your house. I don’t think your parents should see him like this.” 

“What?" Your brows scrunch together in confusion. Slowly, the events of last night are creeping back to you. You remember all of it, but some parts are only flashes like photographs. "I’m not even home.” 

“Wait, where are you then?” Topper questions, sounding just as confused as you. 

“I uh... I stayed at Sarah's," you conjure up on a whim. 

“Okay..." he replies, not sounding fully convinced. "well do you think you could stop by my place or something? Rafe won’t shut up until he sees you. Thank God my mom left for Atlanta this morning. I can pick you up if you need.” 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll uh... I’ll borrow Sarah’s car or something. I’ll text you when I’m on my way," you determine. 

“Okay, see you then," Topper agrees, hanging up the phone. 

You drop the device in your lap, resting your forehead against your knees. None of this feels real. What are you even doing here? One minute you and Topper are stumbling out of the locker room and the next you're making out with JJ in a hammock. Holy shit, you made out with JJ in a hammock! Topper is going to kill you! He can't know. No, he can never know. 

“Morning Baby," JJ greets as he steps out onto the porch. He rubs his eyes as he walks over to join you. 

“Morning, sorry that I woke you up,” you apologize. 

"Don't be." He plops down next to you, bringing his arm to rest between your tucked legs. His hand is warm against your exposed knee. A part of you wants to cling to him like a koala, but your mind is also on Topper. "Who was that?” He yawns. 

“Topper," you answer truthfully, though it was hesitant. "Apparently, Rafe is acting out and keeps asking for me. I’m gonna head over there to calm him down a little." 

“Wait, what!" JJ's eyes widen, processing what you said. "By yourself?” 

“JJ, it’s okay! It’s just Topper and Rafe,” you snicker at his dramatic reaction. 

“Yeah! Rafe!" He repeats, turning his body toward you. His arm between your legs moves to your back and is replaced with his free one. "The guy who gave you laced weed, Babe!" 

Your lower lip pouts slightly as you're appreciative of his concern though it's not necessary. Impulsively, you bring your hand to his cheek and he leans into your touch subtly. “It’ll be fine, we’re not going to do anything. I’m just helping out Top. Once we get Rafe to chill I’ll be out of there.” 

“I’m driving,” he names his terms sternly. 

Your lips part as worry starts to build up inside you. “JJ, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I-“ 

“I wasn’t asking," he cuts you off sharply, his lips pressed together. “Either I go with you and wait in the car or you don’t go at all," he offers an ultimatum. 

'Okay, that's hot,' you think to yourself. 

You sit stunned for a second. As much as you hate the name, you're still the Princess of the OBX, no one talks to you like that or gives you ultimatums. Yet, you can't help but be utterly compliant when it comes to JJ Maybank. 

“Okay," you nod, trying your hardest to not blush, but ultimately fail. "As long as there’s no Pogue vs. Kook fistfights," you add to the rules. 

JJ notices your eyes wandering to his lips and leans forward with a smirk. “I can’t make any promises.” 

You grin as JJ brushes his lips against yours, bringing you in for a kiss. When he woke up JJ was nervous that he fucked up last night and that you'd regretted everything. It's just JJ always assuming the worst to avoid disappointment. His arm on you was him testing the waters. After a second, once learning that you're not going to pull away, he deepens the kiss. Your fingers comb through his luscious hair and grip the roots slightly. His hand on your knee steadily glides down your skin, moving between your legs. 

"Oh no!" You gasp against his lips, realizing something. 

JJ jumps, breaking his lips from yours and flying his hands off. “Woah, what! Sorry!” He thought maybe his hand may have set you off or something. He’s not sure what your boundaries are or anything, everything is still so new. 

“I don’t have a change of clothes!" You tell him. 

“Jesus," he rolls his eyes, finally able to breathe again. "Wear my shirt you’re wearing,” he gestures to the black AC/DC shirt hanging on you. 

You raise your eyebrows. “And have them start a fight? No way! They'll know it’s not mine," you explain stressfully. 

"You're right, tell them it's your boyfriend's and to mind their own damn business," JJ determines with a carefree shrug. Only after a couple seconds does he process that he called himself your boyfriend, having not discussed that yet. 

You raise your brows at his remark. A faint laugh escapes you, as if that would go over well with the boys. “As much as I would love to, I don’t think that would go well considering Rafe is already losing his mind.” 

A rush of relief consumes JJ when you don’t reject him. In fact, he’s over the moon when you don’t deny that he’s indeed your boyfriend. 

“So..." JJ drags out, gliding your fingers up and down your thigh. "Did you give Topper a specific time?” 

“No, just that I’d be over as soon as possible." You smirk, already knowing what he's thinking. "Why?” 

"Because if I remember correctly," he purrs into your ear with a smirk. "We were rudely interrupted last night..."

 As much as you'd love to do what JJ has in mind, you owe it to Topper to show up at a decent time. "We have the rest of the day for that," you move back a little, much to JJ's disappointment. He groans, making you giggle. "If Rafe acts up any more than he already has and goes to my house I'm royally screwed." 

"Okay, fine! Fine!" He rises up from the couch and offering you a hand. "But I'm holding you to your word! I expect full tomfoolery later!" 

"Deal." You lean in and plant a peck to his lips, making him blush. 

JJ grabs the keys to the Twinkie while you wait outside. You go over the plan multiple times on the way over, mainly to ease your nerves. JJ will park a few yards down the road, hidden behind the hedges that line Topper's yard. You will tell Topper that Sarah dropped you off and that you'll walk home because you live a few blocks away. Checking on Rafe will only take twenty minutes tops, but you're aiming for fifteen. You've done this before, taking care of Rafe. Get sick, chug Pedialyte, have Mcdonald's delivered, and put him to bed. 

You text Topper as soon as you're on your side of the island. 

Heading over now! 

A minute later, you receive a response. 

Awesome! See you soon! Thanks again Y/N/N. Owe you one! 

JJ does exactly as planned, making sure the Twinkie can't be seen from Topper's house. Reluctantly, he lets you out without him. He warns though that if you don't text him or give him some sign that you're okay within the ten-minute time slot he's given that he'll come in after you. You promise that you'll text him a smiley face as soon as you get the chance. 

You knock on Topper's front door a few times and wait for the tall boy to answer. After a few minutes you call for your friends. "Top! Rafe!" 

"I don't want you! I want Y/N!" You hear from the backyard and make your way back. 

"She's on her way!" Topper shouts. 

"Dude! Just sit down!" You hear Kelce add. 

"Guys?" You pop your head around the corner and find Rafe standing on the edge of Topper's pool, fully clothed in his suit from the night before. 

"Y/N! Finally!" Rafe gleams, gripping a bottle of champagne in his hand. 

"Thank God," Topper grumbles to himself as he approaches you. "Thanks again for coming," he greets with a kiss to your temple. 

"Of course," you smile as you move toward Kelce. You give him a quick side hug as you greet everyone. "When did you get here?" 

"About five minutes ago," he answers, breathless from trying to keep Rafe from jumping in. "Apparently I'm not good enough because he keeps asking for you." 

"Hey, Rafe, what's up?" You call over to the boy as stumbles over to you. 

"Geez, you are the most gorgeous girl in the OBX," he grins. 

"Oh am I now? What have you been up to?" You asking, knowing the answer. He smells of weed, sweat, and stale alcohol. His suit will no doubt need some serious dry cleaning. 

"Eh, nothing too exciting," he waves his hand and places an arm over your shoulder. "After you disappeared from the party the boys and I went back to do a few more lines. It wasn't as fun without you. Where did you go anyway? We looked all over for you." 

JJ crosses his arms over his chest. "Yeah, where'd you go?" He repeats as if you didn't explain it before on the phone. 

You frown at your best friend. Why is he acting like that? "Sarah convinced her parents to give her the car and she took me to her house while her parents were are the party," you repeat the story you rehearsed with JJ. 

"But Sarah was still at the party after we lost you. She told your parents that you left..." Topper replies slowly, almost as though he's accusing you of something. 

"Yeah, I was waiting in the car," you answer without hesitation. 

"Right..." Topper nods with narrowed eyes. 

You roll your eyes at Topper and bring your arm around Rafe. "Let's get you inside." 

"I wanted to go for a swim," Rafe whines. 

"That sounds so fun," you pretend, silently begging him to go inside without any retaliation. "Sadly, I didn't bring my suit." 

"Come on, Y/N, it's not like I haven't seen you in your underwear before," Rafe chuckles as you cross the threshold of the sliding door. 

"Nice, Rafe," Topper sarcastically remarks. 

"Oh no, I think I'm gonna be sick," Rafe coughs, hutching over next to you. 

 "I got this one," Kelce shouts, moving to get his friend toward the bathroom. 

Now that Rafe is inside and in the "get sick" stage, you move on to ordering him McDonald's. Knowing Topper's house like the back of your hand, you walk into the kitchen, leaving the boy in the living room. You hop onto the counter, your legs dangle over the edge. As you tap through your phone, Topper enters the room. 

"Are you feeling better?" He checks on you with a smile, a complete 180 from the attitude he was giving you minutes before. "I was out of it but I vaguely remember us stumbling out of the locker room," he chuckles. 

"Yeah we kinda went a little too far last night," you giggle, recalling the memory. "But I feel much better." 

Topper nods, offering you a faint smirk. He parts your legs, resting his palms on your thighs. "I'm surprised Ward let you and Sarah take his new Porsche considering he won't even let Rose drive it." 

Your heart races, shit. You didn't realize Ward took the Porsche to the party. When Sarah got to John B's she was in a BMW. 

"He must've had a lot of whiskey or something," you ramble out. 

The boy nods, bringing his hands to your hips. "Interesting... and-" Topper scrunches his brows together, glancing down at your body. "What are you wearing right now?" 

Shit. 

"It's uh... Sarah's," you blurt out what JJ said before you can think it through. 

"Sarah owns a ripped-up AC/DC shirt?" Topper snickers, not believing you for a second. 

"What? You don't?" You try to play it off. 

"Did you end up borrowing Sarah's car?" He changes the subject quickly, making your furrow your brows. 

"She dropped me off," you stick to your story. 

"That's nice of her," Topper comments, stepping closer to you. Usually, you'd like having him so close, but there's an underlying tension between you that makes you anxious. 

"For sure," you mutter, avoiding his gaze. 

"So you need a ride home?" He offers. 

"Nah, it's okay. I'll walk," you rush out. 

Topper brings his hand to the collar of your shirt, his fingertips gliding across your collar bone to rest on the side of your neck. "I kinda needed to see your brother anyway." 

You swallow hard, trying to remain calm. "For what?" 

"We're supposed to go out to the course later," he matches your quiet tone. 

"Cool," you nod faintly, starring down at your lap. 

"You and that Pogue seemed friendly last night before I came over... " Topper insinuates. 

Your head snaps up, meeting Topper's burning gaze. "Pogue? What Pogue?" 

"The one bartending," he snickers mockingly. 

"The blonde kid? Oh, not really," your brows scrunch together, nervously fidgeting with your phone case. "I only met him last night, didn't even catch his name," you lie. 

Topper tilts his head to the side. "Isn't he friends with John B? He's been around the Cameron's place a few times." 

"I haven't noticed," you shrug.

You can't tell whether he believes you or not. His stern expression never wavering. You feel trapped with his hands gripping your hips. 

"He's certainly noticed you, hasn't he?" The boy remarks with a wicked smirk as he stares at your lips. 

You shift your head back, taken aback by his words. "What does that mean?" 

"Oh come on, Y/N," Topper mutters your name, not one of his usual nicknames. "You're telling me you didn't notice him looking you up and down? It's why I came over to the bar after your dance with Rafe. I already had a full whiskey on the table." 

You snicker at the information, utterly amazed by the lengths Topper will go. "You ordered a drink just because you thought JJ was "too friendly" with me?" 

Topper narrows his eyes at you curiously. "I thought you didn't know his name?" 

Chills course over your skin as your breath hitches in your throat. Now, you remember that you haven't texted JJ and you're not sure how long it's been. 

"You want to tell me what's really going on, Y/N?" Topper presses. 

"Nothing's happening! I've gotta go," you snap, pressing a hand to his chest to urge him off of you. 

Topper grabs your wrist, removing your hand from him. Abruptly, he slams his lips to yours. Desprately, he brings his free hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. 

"Get-" you mutter against his lips as you try to fight him off. Instinctively you punch him in the chest, causing him to break from you. "Get off of me!" You gasp, hopping down from the counter as Topper stumbles back. "What the hell Topper!" 

His eyes grow wide, comprehending what he's done. He reches for you, but you cower away. "Y/N, I-" 

"No!" Your voice cracks as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "You don't just get to do that whenever you feel like it! I'm not at your disposal when you want me!" 

He nods frantically. "I know that! I didn't-" 

"Ugh, whatever Top. I'm tired of this interrogation! You and Kelce can babysit Rafe without me!" You wave your hands as your march out of the room toward the front door. 

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Topper calls after you. "Y/N!" 

He follows you out the front door to the driveway in a panic. He can't believe he just kissed you, the one thing he swore he'd never do without your permission. He was just so desperate. He could feel you moving away from him and was panicking that maybe you were keeping something from him. 

"Y/N!" Topper wraps his fingers around your wrist. 

You yank your arm free as you spin on your heels to face him. "Don't grab me!" 

"Don't walk out on me!" He barks, instantly regretting it. 

Topper knows this isn't the way to get to you, but he's just so worried that you're slipping away. This wouldn't be the first time you two have fought this way, having it out in front of one of your houses. Similar to an old married couple, you two fight as passionately as you love each other. 

"You don't own me, Topper!" You remind the boy. 

"I'm just looking out for you!" He reasons in a shot. 

"You're the one who's acting like my dad right now!" You scoff. 

"Oh!" He laughs mockingly. "Is that what being an overbearing friend is called now?" 

You huff, turning over your shoulder to continue down the driveway. 

Topper stays where he is, yelling at you as your march away. "You know what, fine! Don't tell me what's going on! I just thought we were closer than that! I must've misunderstood all of last year, all of those late-night conversations and that weekend in Bermuda or all of winter break!" 

"Oh, my lord!" You groan, tossing your head back as you stop in your tracks. "Stop being so dramatic!" 

"What's he doing here?" Topper questions, his volume at a normal level. 

You frown, following his eyes as they linger behind you. Turning over your shoulder, you spot JJ standing at the end of the driveway. 

You hide your face in your hands. "Oh, Jesus-" 

"You have to be kidding me!" Topper shouts with a chuckle of frustration. 

"JJ, can you give us a minute?" You request calmly, giving the blonde a weak smile. 

"You brought him! You bring a Pogue!" Topper can't help but laugh, shocked by how this day has gone to complete shit in a span of fifteen minutes. 

Nervously, you rush over to Topper, pressing your hands to his chest. "Top, just go inside, okay!" You try your best to keep the situation civil. "I'll be inside in a minute-" 

"You're on the wrong side of the island, Pogue!" He points to JJ over his shoulder. 

"Just stick a cork in it, Prince Charming," JJ bites back from his spot. 

You huff, using all your strength to push a stubborn Topper toward the front door. He towers over you and is much stronger than you, so it's a tall task. 

"Prince Charming? Really!" Topper laughs. "Wow, got a real smartass here, Princess," he tells you. 

"Just for the love of all that good and holy go inside!" You beg of him with a grunt as you continue to guide him inch by inch. 

"Not until you get this trailer park trash off my driveway!" Topper bitterly remarks, loud enough for JJ to hear. 

"JJ and I will go as soon as we're done here," you tell him calmly with a huff, giving up on moving him. 

You step back, preparing to leave, but Topper grips your forearms. "No way you're leaving with him! No, you're staying here with us!" 

When Topper grabs you, JJ loses all cool and storms toward your friend. "Touch her again and I'll kick your ass, Kook!" JJ likes to think he's been rather rational and on his best behavior up until this point considering Topper is treating you as his property. 

"JJ! Don't!" You intercept the boy and though he could easily move you aside, he remains in your arms. 

"As if I'd leave her with your tripped-out friend and cluster of misogynistic asshole!" He points at Topper aggressively. 

"You don't know a thing about us, Pogue!" Topper pushes. 

"Topper! Enough! JJ back off!" You instruct sharply. 

With a growl, JJ walks back down the driveway, refusing to turn his back on the Kook. Cooling down slowly, he takes your hand, squeezing it tightly as he leads you toward the sidewalk. 

"You leave with him now and we're done!" Topper declares, making you stop in your tracks. "I mean it! You leave now and you're a Pogue!" 

"You don't mean that," you shake your head in disbelief. 

He laughs wickedly, "I promise you I do! It's them or us! You can't have both, Y/N!" 

It feels as though Topper has sucked all life from you. The light that he's kept going inside of you for so long has burned out. He's been your reason to be happy since you were kids and now he's threatening to desert you forever. All because you're falling for a Pogue. 

Kelce and Rafe appear in the archway of the front door. Kelce frowns, "what's going on out here?" 

"What's that Pogue doing here?"  Rafe questions. He sees your grieving expression and his wild antics become a distant memory. "Y/N?" 

You swallow hard, clenching your jaw in disgust at the Kook you once called your best friend. "Ask Topper!" 

You yank your hand free of JJ's and run down the driveway in the direction of the Twinkie. JJ jogs after you worriedly. He unlocks the car and you rush to get in. As soon as you sit down, you hunch over in your seat, your head cradled in your hands. JJ climbs in next to you and starts the car. He glances over at you and a wave of guilt consumes. He can't help but think this is all his fault. If he hadn't gone to check on you, maybe Topper wouldn't have said what he did. You wouldn't be devastated and you'd acknowledge his presence. 

JJ places a hand on your back. "Baby-" 

Before JJ can finish you cower away from him, moving your body toward the window. His heart drops as a million worst-case scenarios start to play in his mind. You hate him. You hate him now because he cost you, Topper. Of course, he already thought about what it would mean if you had to choose between him or Topper. He just had a naive inkling of hope that maybe you'd choose him and be okay, be happier with him. Now, he realizes by your disgust of him that you would've chosen Topper if Topper didn't push you toward JJ. 

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The ride back to John B's is painfully silent. JJ had to turn on the radio five minutes in to drown out the overwhelming self-deprecating thoughts ringing in his mind. As soon as JJ rolls up to the end of the gravel driveway, you see the Pogues and Sarah gathered around the old bonfire eating breakfast. Not wanting to see them, you hop out, the car not even in park yet. 

"Hey guys! Where have-" Sarah stops as she sees you run into the house. JJ climbs out of the van and slams the door shut, grumbling various cuss words to himself. "What's wrong with Y/N?" Sarah asks him once he's closer to the group. 

"Topper called her this morning," the boy answers, pressing his lips together as he sits on an empty log. "Your brother was acting up and wouldn't chill out until he saw her. Long story short, I fucked up and intervened when things got tense with her and Topper," JJ hisses, clasping his hands together. "Topper told her that if she left with me that they wouldn't talk to her again so we left..." 

The group is silent, exchanging worried glances. Sarah's jaw is nearly in the dirt. She never thought in a million years that Topper would ever say those words to you. JJ's knee shakes up and down as he hides his head above his knees.  He rises to his feet, picking up an empty can from last night, and chucks it into the words with all his strength. "Y/N won't even fucking look at me!"

"That's not your fault, JJ," Kiara assures her friend, breaking the silence. "You did the right thing! Topper is a jerk!" 

"She'll come around. It's probably for the best that she's cut off from them. Those guys aren't good for her," Sarah adds. 

JJ exhales deeply, facing Sarah. "Do you know what happened last year or in Bermuda and Topper said something about winter break?" 

"Oh..." the girl's face falls. 

"What is it? Is it bad?" John B asks from beside her. 

"Not exactly. Topper and Y/N... Well..." she struggles to come up with the right words. 

You and Topper struggle to navigate your way through the pitch-black bungalow. You two have just gotten dropped off from the cantina in town. Half an hour before, Topper was doing body shots off of you. The boy leads you through the house, his hand wrapped tightly around yours. Through the moonlight, you notice a pillar right in Topper's path. 

“Watch out!” You gasp, tugging Topper back. 

“Oh shit!” He stumbles into you, pinning you against the wall. 

“I told you to watch out!” You giggle and peek around the corner into the living room. “Oh my god!” Your hand flies up to your mouth. 

“What! What is it?” Topper rushes out. 

“Rafe and that girl from Brazil,” you whisper, suppressing your laughter. 

“No way! You’re kidding!” Through the darkness, you can see Topper's eye grow wide as he steps to the side to see around the corner. 

“On the couch!” You instruct drunkenly. 

“Did they?” He wonders. 

“I have no idea!” You giggle. 

“Holy shit!” Topper laughs as he returns to stand in front of you. 

“He was blasted tonight,” you remember. “Poor Kelce went to bed as soon as we got back." 

“I didn’t mind it,” Topper mutters, gliding his fingertips up and down your arm. “Kinda liked it being just us...” 

“Topper,” you whisper his name warningly, a smile on your lips. 

“What?” He chuckles lightly, leaning in closer to you. 

You shake your head, finding it hard not to blush. “We broke up almost a year ago. You and Sarah-“ 

“Are broken up," he finishes. 

“Yeah, and remember how devastated you were no more than two weeks ago?" You try to reason with him. "You still need to heel and figure out what you want.” 

“I want you," he whispers, brushing lips against yours. 

“Top, I don’t think-“ 

Before you can finish, he kisses you softly. It's not the first time and you know in the back of your mind it likely won't be the last. 

“You’re all I think about, Y/N,” he confesses against your lips. “I need to feel you again. I miss the way you taste.” 

“Top...” You mutter breathlessly. 

You shake your head, despite not stopping him. “We shouldn’t...” 

“We deserve to, don’t we? After everything?" He reasons, tucking his fingers over the band of your panties. "You like me and I like you, we’re both single, there’s history, why can’t we?” 

A million reasons cross your mind, the most important one, your friendship. You and Topper have always been complicated. Things get worse when you add sex to the mix, which is exactly why you two formed boundaries a while back. Then again, you two toss those boundaries out the window every time you drink too much. 

One hand remains on your waist as the other slips down to the hem of your dress. His warm fingertips glide under the fabric, against your thigh. “Don’t you miss it? How we used to be? When we couldn’t get enough of each other," he smirks as a memory pops into his head that he's certain will get to you. “Our ski trip over Christmas.” 

“Okay yeah, you win," you rush out, instantly pressing your lips to his desperately. 

Topper snickers against your lips as he tucks his hands behind your legs and picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist he just so happens to know effortlessly the direction to his room now. Though he was completely lost minutes before. 

"They dated!" Pope's jaw nearly hits the gravel. 

"No way!" John B wears a similar expression. 

"Yes and no. It's more complicated than that," Sarah tries to explain 

Kiara struggles to piece together the picture. "But I thought you two-" 

"They were friends with benefits before we were dating. Then, when Topper and I started dating, they stopped. Topper and I took a break in the winter and they started up again but stopped after Y/N decided that she couldn't do it anymore. Finally, they all went to Bermuda for a week after Midsummers. They didn't plan on anything happening, according to Y/N, but it kinda just did. They've always had "a thing" for each other. It's only ever been a fling though," Sarah finally manages to lay out the hectic story. 

"And you're okay with that?" Kiara frowns, wondering how Sarah fits into all of that. 

"Nothing happened while we were together," she shrugs but is certain of her words. "I know without a doubt that Y/N would never do that to me. Plus, it was never dating-like... it was more hook-up-ish if that makes sense?" 

"This is insane!" JJ finally voices his perspective, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. 

"I need a diagram," Pope adds. 

"Wait, so Topper and Y/N are on-and-off again. Meanwhile, Rafe has a thing for Y/N. Does Kelce play a role in any of this?" John B brings up a good point. 

Sarah shakes her head. "Not that I know of." 

"That's one fucked up love triangle," Pope releases a pent-up sigh. 

"This is why we have the "no Pogue-on-Pogue macking" rule. That friend group is a mess!" Kiara reasons. 

"Topper and Y/N have always been super close," Sarah describes solemnly considering the recent turn of events. "She must be devastated! Even if he is an ass. He's only ever been good to Y/N. I was low-key jealous of her when I first started seeing Topper. He holds her up on this pedestal," she admits. 

Suddenly, the screendoor creaks, making everyone turn their attention toward the house. Y/N marches out, back in her dress from last night. 

John B breaks the silence. "Hey Y/N! Where are you-" 

"Sarah, can you drive me home?" You ignore the boy on your way to Sarah's car, unlocking it. 

Sarah stands slowly from her position. "Sure, but don't you-" 

"Thanks!" You cut her off, already climbing into the passenger seat and putting the keys into the ignition. 

"I'll... I'll be back later," Sarah stammers in confusion to her friends. 

Everyone watches as Sarah back out of the driveway then turns their focus to a devastated JJ. 

"I fucked it up. I fucked it up!" He screams, squeezes his hands into fists until his knuckles are white. 

"JJ, it's okay! She probably just needs a minute," Kiara rushes out. 

"I have her for two seconds!" He bursts, his face becoming red with frustration. "Two fucking seconds and I ruined it just like I ruin everything else!" 

"Just give it time!" Pope tries to reason with him calmly. 

"Goddammit!" JJ curses before bolting toward the driveway and out of sight. 

"JJ!" His friends all call for him. 

 "JJ come back!" John B shouts to receive no response. "Well this day is officially shit," the boy huffs as he settles back down onto his log. 

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Kiara worries. 

"Hope so," John B whispers. 

After Sarah drops you off, you hide away in your room for the rest of the day. All you do is cry. You already miss Topper more than anything. You need him. You'll always need him. Then, on top of that, you're torturing yourself for how you treated JJ. None of this is his fault, but you treated him like it was. You cowered from him to keep from crying. You didn't want to scare him away, but in the process, you pushed him away. While you're losing your mind, JJ is losing his outside his dad's house with a half-empty bottle of Jim Beam in his hand. He's looking to pick a fight. He figures that if he's in pain physically that the pain he's inflicting on himself mentally will go away. You started the day wrapped up in each other and in bliss. You're ending it both in pain and willing to do anything to make it go away. 

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Somewhere in Newfoundland: St. John’s, part 3

Porco x Reader

Summary: Reader decided to stay longer and has to move into a new apartment.

W/C: 1.4K

Warning: language otherwise nothing :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“What do you mean you’re staying?”

The voice of your best friend echoes in your almost fully packed room.

“It means I’m staying. I’m not coming back yet.”

You sip your bag and look around.

“Shit, I forgot my coat.” You sigh seeing the pile of warm clothes on the desk chair.

“What are you doing packing if you’re not coming back? I swear Y/N if you say you’re not coming back just because you decided to move to another fucking island I’m gonna come to you just to push you in the sea.”

You chuckle at the exasperation seeping through the phone. You had been moving around a lot, and in the most random places at that.

“This was just a sublet for the summer, I found a new place !”

“And how are you gonna pay the rent you jobless idiot?”

“I love the support really, it warms my heart.” You snort your answer, you don’t want to admit that you are still looking for work and that you are, in fact, a jobless idiot.

You’re met with silence. God, you can’t hide anything.

“Fine. I still don’t have a job, but I have an interview tomorrow.”

“At least. And how are you going to move your things?”

You glance at the time and sigh in content now that you managed to fit everything in an extra bag. You don’t have much with you, after all.

“I found someone to drive me.”

“Uh uh. Yeah, sure, someone.”

There’s a pause, it’s a good thing nobody can see the heat creeping on your cheeks.

“You better not be staying because of a guy.”

You gasp, “Please, I would never!”

There’s a scoff on the other side of the line.

“What! I wouldn’t!”

“Oh please tell me how you ended up in St. John’s ? Huh ?”

“I- Ugh! I mean- oh come on! That’s not fair!”

Your friend is too satisfied. You don’t like it one bit. “You would’ve done the same if someone wrote you a song.”

This is a lost battle and you know it, this is not your point to win.

Your phone vibrates, there’s no need to check who sent the text message.

“Hey, my ride is here, I’ll show you the new place when I’m settled.”

“Bye, I love you. Stop getting in cars with strangers.”

The call ends abruptly without waiting for an answer.

You make a quick round to see if anything was forgotten, when you hear knocks on the door. You open it to find Porco fiddling with his keys, leaning back on the railing.

God he’s pretty, you hate how pretty he is. He’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and some black jeans, his hair pushed back as usual. How is that even possible on this forever windy island?

“All packed sleepy head?” He asks with a smirk.

It’s making you warm, giving you tinted cheeks, and you wish it didn’t. You thought you could get it under control as you started to see him more and more often. It did not. You were a flustered mess more often than not. You just tried to keep a collected appearance.

“All packed and ready!” You make your way across the apartment and continue, “could you come and help me with them?”

He doesn’t answer but follows you in, steps hurrying when he hears a thud coming from your room. He’s greeted with the sight of you holding a gigantic backpack so you can put it on smoothly, or at least more easily. It’s comical to see you struggle with the straps, tugging on them to adjust it closer to your back, wiggling it to make sure it’s comfortable. He inches closer once you’re ready to take on the full weight of the bag.

“You’re gonna be ok with it?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s easier when it’s snug and tight.” You fumble with the last snaps, tightening the belt at the waist.

“Alright!” You push yourself forward with a satisfied smile, only to immediately frown as the weight of the bag is pulling you backward. This is it. This is how you die. Gravity as the cause of death, so embarrassing. Porco is quick to catch you, a strong grip on the top part of the straps, just above your shoulders, holding it slightly above your form and relieving you of the weight.

“For fuck’s sake Y/N, what did you put in this, that shit is heavy.”

Your hands had swung to his forearms to stabilize yourself, you left them there to feel the tense muscles working on holding up your backpack.

“I didn’t want to have too many bags!”

“That’s stupid. It’s a plan to have you rolling down the hill, never to be seen again.”

“My legacy would be the rumour that I’m still rolling somewhere.”

He snorts, amused by the thought.

“Come on, let’s get you out of this thing, I’ll carry it.”

You sigh but still undo the buckle of the belt. Porco is still holding it as you slide your arms out of the straps and sneak under his arm to get out of the way. You’re missing the proximity already.

He swings the bag over his shoulder without wavering.

“Oi, let’s go.” He nods towards the door. You grab the rest of your bags and wait a bit. Porco moves his hand signaling to go first. His hand finds your lower back as you move past him. You try to calm the fluttering blooming in your stomach at his soft touch, not leaving your body until you both make it to his car.

Once you sit in the car, you tell him the new address, even though he already knows. He was there when you visited it. He’s been there ever since he waited for you in the driveway. He introduced you to his friends, so you could meet people your age. He helped you get interviews for jobs. He’s also been helping with your plan to apply to the local university.

All this time spent together, yet it doesn’t feel enough. You hope it’s the same for him. It’s hard to tell, there’s a lot of flirting and fleeting touches, but nothing happened to make it go further.

Not that you would want that, right? How long are you going to stay here anyway? Is it really worth it to start something, that is if there is even something to start, when you’re here only temporarily?

Little taps on your knee bring you out of your musing.

“You still have that interview tomorrow?”

“Yeah, it’s at 10 tomorrow morning.”

“Wanna go get coffee and grab lunch after? I only work at 5.”

You smile and nod, your doubts from seconds ago flying out the window. He seems satisfied with your answer too, his lip pulled up slightly and nodding in approval.

“Also, I wanted to run something by you.” He wiggles a bit in his seat.

“Yeah?” Your curiosity is tickled, wondering why he’s looking so shy all of a sudden.

“Hum, well. It’s iceberg season. I was wondering if you’d like to drive up the coast to Bonavista. We could go this weekend before you start working. It’s also a good spot to see puffins.”

You gasp, “PUFFINS! We can see puffins here?”

He laughs now, his shoulders relaxing.

“They come at this time of the year.”

“It doesn’t mean I’ll get the job, though.” You shrug, “but I’d love to go!”

The excitement buzzing through you is palpable and contagious.

“I’m pretty sure you’re gonna get it, the window to see the icebergs and puffins is pretty short so it would be best to go now while we can.”

“Who else would come?”

You swear you see him blush.

“I was thinking just you and me.”

His eyes are strained on the road, not daring a glance to you, his knuckles are white from his grip tightening on the steering wheel. That makes him miss the bliss on your face.

He reaches the driveway of your new apartment and cuts the ignition. He still hasn’t looked at you.

“Actually, I would love that, it sounds lovely.”

Unloading the car now feels so easy, everything feels so light, maybe it’s because this time you don’t get to touch that monstrous bag you packed, maybe it’s because you are both smiling like idiots the whole time.

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