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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Forbidden - Blind Dates and Ice Packs

Eighth instalment of the forbidden au - lsu!joe x oc

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Summary: Daisy is finally forced into Bella's blind date, and Daisy and Joe's arrangement changes even further following the highly anticipated game against Ole Miss.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out, I've been crazy busy but hoping to get some more parts up in the next few weeks:) Next part may be a big one!

18+ Content. MDNI :). Mentions of drinking, drug use, smoking and sex. ⋆｡˚

The conversation the morning after halloween was a simple one. The rules of the arrangements had been mutually agreed to change, only slightly.

Rule One - It remained the same, no strings and no attachments.

Rule Two - This had been abandoned, they weren't exactly doing a great job of hiding the thing between them anymore. The news of what had happened in the bathroom of the halloween party was the juiciest piece of campus gossip all year and by the following evening it had spread everywhere. Daisy was getting dirty looks from practically every girl on campus, some out of conservative disgust but most out of jealousy. The boy's had also changed the way they looked at her, she didn't like that. They would gawk, and she would shrink into her own skin once again. It made her hide away from the world, spending more time in Joe's room than on campus.

Rule Three - Daisy was still not allowed to wear the 'i'm horny' longhorns t-shirt.

Rule Four - A new one, and the most important. No physical intimacy with other people. The arrangement had become an exclusive one, it felt simpler that way. Joe wasn't bothered about having sex with other women, not when Daisy was available for him whenever he needed her. Daisy wasn't exactly wanting to pursue any other boys either. The whole agreement just felt easier if they kept it between them, and it wasn't because they were developing a forbidden attachment to each other. No. Absolutely not. This was just the best thing for them at this current moment. If they wanted to stop, they could at any time and nothing--no feelings or swelling of the heart would occur.

They lazily shook hands on it as Joe had his heavy hungover arm draped across her bare shoulder as she lay wrapped in his navy duvet. Afterwards, an awkward silence filled the room. Neither of them knowing what to say as the relationship between them went a step beyond what they ever imagined on the first night they met.

Daisy's hushed, raspy voice broke it.

'What now?' She said with her sage eyes looking so deeply in Joe's blue stare. His lips curled only minutely, a sign that he was fighting a bigger grin beneath it.

'We fuck'

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daisyymoore

autumn into winter

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@.cassdaviess: sweet angel girl

-> @.daisyymoore: oh i love you so

@.lahjay_10: loved that pussy!

-> @.daisyymoore: WHAT?!

-> @.lahjay_10: the pumpkin daisy jeez.

5th November 2019

It's a typical midday at the start of a Louisiana, the sun still burns in the sky but a breeze bites at Joe's skin. He sat slouched on the greyish brown wood of the campus quad picnic benches, Justin next to him and Ja'marr opposite. His foot tapped aimlessly against the concrete beneath him, his phone tilted just low enough that he was the only one who could see it. His thumb hovers over the black mirror. He's stuck on her instagram, he always is.

It was a new one, a collection of images from the past few weeks. They felt personal. Handcrafted slides that made his mind run with the idea she might have posted them just for him. The first image he had taken of her when they were in the backyard of his fraternity, a picture he snapped because the wind was dancing through her pretty hair and making her look ethereal. The second image was the pumpkin she had carved across the table from him, a post sex activity which he hadn't been able to stop thinking about. Maybe she couldn't stop thinking about it either? Joe shook away the thoughts, he didn't want to find himself getting carried away in teenage daydreams. The fourth was his fraternity on the night of Halloween, the night the agreement swapped between them. The night the air around him shifted to something heavier, something denser--a tangible emotion that he could feel pulsing against his skin.

It was the fifth image that captured his attention the most.

Her in the LSU campus gym. Flesh bare, stomach tensed, hips cocked. She knew what she was doing, and it pissed him off. He couldn't help but scroll through the list of likers and there was a lot of them. A lot of boys, a lot of college athletes. None of them would be winning the Heisman in just over a months time though, Joe still had that little confidence boost to stop his ego from denting too much. He also had the knowledge that as of almost a week ago, she was his. Just his woman to bed.

He sent her a DM--half joking, half not.

Take this down.

She replied almost instantly.

daisyymoore

Why? a lot of people liked it ;)

Joe closed his eyes and breathed in a slow breathe. She was enjoying this new exclusive thing, she liked the power it gave her to get under his skin. Daisy was aware Joe didn't like her like that, but she knew he didn't like to lose or be second place either. It was fun to toy with him.

Joe locked his phone and placed it face down on the wooden bench and tuned back into the conversation between Justin and Ja'marr. They were talking about the upcoming game against Ole Miss, a big one on the season calendar and a challenge to their undefeated streak. Wind brushed through their hair as orange leaves began to prance across the grey concrete as a symbol of November's quiet arrival and the quickness of time flying by. He heard the clicking and clacking of some heeled shoes and he braced for who it could be. Three college football players sitting at a bench, one woman approaching--it could be a shit show for any of them. Ex lover? One night hook up? No. Thank God.

Cassie slid into the seat beside Ja'marr with a bright grin.

'Hey guys' Her voice was high pitched, full of bubbly energy which the boys failed to match after an intense morning practise. A grumbled mesh of greetings tumbled from their mouths but Cassie didn't let it discourage her.

'How's everyones day going?' Her brights eyes flickered between the three players that slouched on the bench.

'Good, Cass' Ja'marr smiled.

'You never speak to us alone, what do you want?' Justin cuts in straight after, reading his friend like an open book. Cassie's face falters at his bold words but once again she doesn't let it faze her. She was here for a reason and she had spent the past few days building up the confidence to ask them.

'Okay--Okay' She picked at her baby pink acrylic nails, nerves clearly danced, itching at her gentle skin.

'It's Daisy's birthday in two weeks and we're going to Miami--just for a weekend--and I was wondering, if--if maybe you guys wanted to come?' Her words are shy, like halfway through she realised it may not have been the smartest idea. But once the words were out it was too late, and she enjoyed spending time with Justin and Ja'marr, plus Daisy was now exclusive with Joe and she needed to get birthday sex somehow.

'It's her birthday' Joe let's his shocked words slip from his lips. She had never mentioned. That seemed like something she would have mentioned if she wanted him to be there.

'I'm in' Justin says.

'Yeah, fuck it, I'll go to Miami' Ja'marr also agreed.

Cassie beamed a smile, showing off her perfect white teeth. Then waited for Joe to say something, but he was still processing the fact that Daisy hadn't told him about her birthday.

'It's a surprise. She doesn't know. She doesn't like celebrating her birthday really' She tried to reassure him, tried to manipulate him into saying yes.

'Yeah, I guess if i'm free' Joe says cooly. Cassie excitedly claps her hands together at the fact her idea was coming together.

'Can you tell her to come over tonight' Joe cut her celebrations short. His words not a request but a command, his voice stern like Cassie didn't have the option to say no. Daisy hadn't been to Joe's in the past two nights, and his bed was beginning to feel the sweet pain of withdrawal symptoms. She was too busy studying and writing politics essays too come over for even a quickie, even when Joe was borderline begging over the phone last night.

'Ermmm--ha, she can't tonight' Cassie sounded almost scared and that made Joe nervous. The blonde lifted up her hand and scratched the back of her neck as a feeling of awkwardness hung thickly over the picnic table.

'Why?' Joe's voice was low and rough.

Cassie knew she shouldn't break, she knew she was under strict instructions to not let any of the three boys at the table know but under the intense heat of their pointed stares she founder her self crumbling like a poorly baked chocolate chip cookie.

'I ca-can't' She choked out, her throat all of a sudden drying up.

'What is it, Cass?' Ja'marr joined in, his own voice low and intimidating but a playful look on his sculpted face.

'Bella set her up on a blind date. She's meeting him tonight'

Her voice was small. Her lips pushing out a secret she shouldn't have spilled. Once again, she couldn't bring them back into her mind and they had to sit lingering like a storm cloud in the space around Joe's head.

'Whose him?' His words almost come out like a growl, but it's clear he has made some effort to refrain himself. His blonde brows furrow across his strong brow bone. His blue eyes dark and icy. It makes a chill crawl up Cassie's back and her cheeks flush red. She never liked feeling in trouble, and that's how she felt right now. She shrunk back in the bench, her shoulder folding in as she made herself look as small as she felt under the quarterbacks spat question.

'Just a guy Bella knows--I'm really not sure Joe. It's a blind date'

Joe stretched out his neck with a clenched jaw. This wasn't explicitly against the rules, as long as there was no physical intimacy Daisy wouldn't be doing anything wrong. Did he trust that she wouldn't? He wasn't sure. He hadn't had to put his trust in a girl for a very long time, so long he forgot how intense the feeling was. Trust was a fickle thing in the hands of the wrong person.

'She doesn't want to go, if-, if that makes it sting less' Cassie said with a tight lipped smile, a look of sympathy on her face.

'It doesn't sting' His words come out too quick, too sharp. Completely unbelievable to those around him, but Joe believed them. He believed the subtle numbness that clawed at his beating heart was because of his desire to always be number one, his hatred for feeling second best. He still thought he was in control, but slowly he was beginning to realise that when it came to Daisy Moore control didn't exist.

She doesn't want to go. Joe repeated it over and over in his head but if that was the truth why was she going. He didn't believe it. Daisy was too strong of a woman to go somewhere she didn't truly want too. five days. five days since the agreement between them changed and she was going on a date. Was five days all it took for her too realise she made a mistake with him?

Joe got up from the table, not saying another word. Leaving his friends behind as he made hast for the bed sheets that still smelt of her. Sweet peonies and jasmine. Always the same perfume and it lingered in room like gentle pecks of his plump lips.

Tonight, she would wear that scent for another man.

and Joe couldn't do anything to stop her. Or could he?

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Daisy wasn't the type to do blind dates. She had avoided them at all costs, but Bella had given her no choice--springing the date on her on the same day it was happening. The boy, Matthew, had already planned the whole thing and had been telling her how excited he was to go on the date. Daisy couldn't stand him up, she thought about it, but every time the image of a lonely boy sat eating alone in an overpriced restaurant would cloud her mind. A pang of sadness would rattle through her ribs and she knew she couldn't do it.

So here she sat across from a nice boy with sweeping brunette curls and kind hazel eyes, eating her main course in a restaurant just outside of Baton Rouge that tried to hard to look like it wasn't trying at all. The lighting around them was dim in a deliberately warming way -- cream candles with an amber flame flickered in the centre, filling the space between them. The walls were a deep red colour filled with black and white framed portraits of people who had visited, or perhaps they were just stock images taken from the internet. Daisy didn't pay enough attention to them to know the definite answer. The bar behind them was stretched long and brass-trimmed, almost industrial looking. A low humble jazz beat played out quietly around them and the other filled tables.

The blind date was going quite pleasantly. Daisy even found herself laughing a couple of times. Matthew's company wasn't something she hated and as much as it pained her to admit, Bella had picked someone who matched her pretty well. She could see them being friends. Nothing more. She was already in a complicated enough situation with Joe and she didn't need to bring a guy like Matthew into something like that. Matthew knew it too, the date was going well but they lacked the initial spark all future lovers have. But, they could still have a good time.

Daisy listened to Matthew's stories as she tapped her fingers against the drink in her hand when she felt a buzz vibrate on the table. Her phone. Not Matthew's. She let out a hushed sorry before quickly glancing at it.

Joe

how's that date going

Daisy rolled her eyes, she knew he knew because Cassie came back to the dorm in a frantic state and acting as if she had just committed the greatest betrayal in the history of the universe. Daisy was expecting these messages, she just assumed they would start halfway through the first course rather than the second. He outlasted her expectations.

She gave a quick reply before putting her phone face down on the table.

Daisy

it's fine

It was five minutes later when her phone buzzed again and this time she was thankful Matthew had just gotten up to go to the bathroom so she could respond without feeling guilty.

Joe

that bad?

Daisy

it isn't bad, he's sweet.

Joe

if you wanted sweet you wouldn't be fucking me.

speaking of,

you coming straight over to me after it's over?

Daisy scoffed. Joe's arrogance was hiding his insecurity and she knew that, but she was in no mood to argue. She also wanted to be back in his bed sheets. It had been a few days now and her body missed him. It missed the way he made her body feel. All that pleasure. She breathed away the heat that pricked over skin, she shouldn't be thinking about Joe and the thing he could do while waiting for another man to come back to the table.

Daisy

yes joey.

Joe

then end it. quickly.

Daisy couldn't reply as Matthew entered her peripheral vision. A cheery grin on his almost golden skin. She hated that he was so nice. It was going to make what she had to do next so much more painful. Once he sat, she got right to it. then end it quickly, Joe's message was all she could think about.

'I'm so sorry, I'm feeling quite faint. I think it's something I ate' She began, then gave the acting performance of her life. Within ten minutes she was out the restaurant and in an uber to Joe's place. She didn't tell him that, she didn't send Joe a text that she was on her way over. Did she want to surprise him? No. Did she want to see the light in his eyes as he locked his eyes on her, the way his cheeks bunched up and the corners of his eyes crinkled? No, of course not. Did she want the feel the rush of warmth that pooled in her stomach and rushed over every muscle in her body? Maybe she did.

She rushed out the Uber, slamming the door and borderline running to the heavy set doors of the fraternity. It was Wednesday night and that meant there was a chance all the fraternity brothers would be lingering around, they would see her as she dashed up the stairs and too his room. She didn't care. She didn't even think about that.

She pushed her way through, ignoring everyone she past. She was being quick, just like he had instructed.

She didn't bother to knock.

She spent so much time there, the room almost felt like her own these days.

She walked in, casually. Not wanting him to know how much effort she had put into getting here. The light panting of her ragged breath let him know though. And he loved that.

Joe was laying on his bed shirtless, his blonde hair messy and a muscular arm behind his bed as he scrolled on his phone, but he dropped it when the door of his bedroom opened and closed.

and there she was.

His Daisy.

He couldn't help but like the way that sounded in his head, even though he knew he shouldn't.

His eyes watched her. Her cheeks were tinted pink from the cold night, or maybe the wine she had drank. He could tell it was red because her lips were stained like cherries. Her long hair was wavy and windswept, small strands lay around her face messily like they always did when she stopped caring about what it looked like. Her heels were held in her hand beside her. Her dress was short but not too tight, a simple sleek navy colour and made of a silk material. Silver jewellery decorated her bare arms and a strange pang his Joe's chest. She had made an effort for the guy. He could see that. Daisy always makes an effort. Joe's own voice of reason reassured him.

'You wore that for another guy' Joe can't help but make a childish jab, but it makes Daisy smile. It makes her feel comfortable. She placed her shoes down in the corner of the room, next to his training back like she usually did. Joe didn't even realise he started leaving a space there for her. Then she crawled into his bed, taking her place under the arm he had behind his head. Her bare shoulders touching his bare chest. The connection is stinging them both, but neither of them realise it.

Joe looked over her face. Her eyeliner was smudged ever so slightly at the corners, her lip liner was worn off and there were crease lines under her eyes. The guy had made her laugh--many times. Joe could tell. He knew the worn lip liner was from the food and not the guys lips. It was unspoken, and he didn't have to ask. Trust. Not such a fickle thing this evening. He relaxed and let his arm drop around her shoulders, not too tightly, just lazily. His thumb lightly brushed her skin in little circles. She moved closer.

Then she told him all about it, and Joe didn't even mind. In fact, he quite enjoyed hearing about her night and how she had actually had a pretty good time. The guy, Matthew, had treated her well but there was nothing more. Joe felt relieved at that.

Then as the night went on, she stripped down and so did he. Gentle, lazy and tired sex consumed them before them found themselves asleep next to each other like usual.

Daisy didn't leave Joe's place much for the next nine days, only ever to go to class or grab some clothes from her dorm. She liked it there, and Joe liked having her around. They weren't friends, but they were something.

She still never mentioned her birthday to him. and that, for some unexplainable reason, made him feel like shit.

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Ole Miss.

It was a big game.

and since finding out that Justin was leaving college after this year, Daisy realised she needed to start watching him play. So here she was, alongside Cassie and Bella in the packed stands of Death Valley. A white jersey with Jefferson across the back sat across her torso. Joe might flip. At least Bella had said he would. Cassie said he might. Daisy wasn't really even thinking about it. Justin is Joe's friend, surely his jealousy wasn't so shallow.

But when he spotted her in the crowd, sitting where she had told him she was going to sit and he saw that the number on the jersey was not his, all he could do was shake his head. His featured freezing over with a coldness she wasn't used to seeing from him. She almost ripped the cloth from her skin and threw it in the bin. Guilt clawing at her throat. If they lose tonight it's my fault, she told herself over and over. She didn't pray often, but she did in that moment. Her hand clasped together in front of her.

'Please God, let him win' She whispered so that Bella and Cassie couldn't hear her. Not that they would be able to over the noise of the student crowd.

The air was electric, thick with a humid southern heat and the kind of noise that made your bones hum deep beneath your flesh. Purple and white lights lit up the stadium, pockets of red clashing against them as the Ole Miss supporters filled in some seats. Daisy liked it, inside stadiums. She had many years of practice.

When the game began, her eyes could only focus on Joe. She tried to keep glancing at Justin but it was like they were magnetised on number nine. He looked unreal from where she stood, not just talented--but almost mythical. The white of his jersey clung to him in sharp creases and sweat. His long fingers flexed around the laces of the ball like it was part of him, a simple extension of his arm. A biological piece of his body. Every moment was like he was firing a dart at a board and hitting bullseye every time. Such poise even under the pressure.

She couldn't help herself. Somewhere in the middle of the noise around them, she joined in on the constant screaming of his name with the strangers who didn't know him the way she did. This all felt familiar, she had done this with Lucas but them thoughts didn't control her mind the way she thought they would have. He was merely a passing thought like came and went within seconds. Then Joe would replace them. Was that good or bad? She couldn't tell, but she didn't let herself dwell on it.

He scored his own touchdown at one point. He didn't look for her though. Of course he didn't. He was so beyond pissed, but at least they weren't losing. At least that wouldn't be her fault.

After halftime, something happened.

The play only took seconds, but to Daisy, it was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Joe was going down, but the Ole Miss linebacker didn't care. A cheap shot. A wrecking ball with a grudge, helmet low, and his padded shoulders square with a raging tension.

The hit was bone deep, the noise of it seemed to silence the stadium or maybe that was just in Daisy's head. People around her gasped, and outrage began to pour in from the LSU fans. Joe met the hard ground with a terrifying force, his body bouncing almost limply. His helmet bouncing against the floor.

Was he moving?

Daisy's blood ran cold. She clutched at her chest with an open jaw. Shock overtook every fibre of her being. She stood on her tiptoes trying to get the best view of what was happening. They weren't showing him on the screen. That was a bad sign.

Tiptoes wasn't enough.

She pushed through the crowd and made her way the front of the stands. Her usually delicate fingers gripped onto the cold white railing with a terror filled force. She could see him, he was writhing around on the floor in pain, but at least he was moving. Medics rushed over to him. Ole Miss and LSU players clashed against each other, she saw Ja'marr getting in one of the red jersey's faces but she couldn't pay that much attention. She, in this moment, only cared about Joe.

She watched as a medic helped him sit up. His movements more careful and slow than she was used to seeing, like every inch of his body hurt. Like air was stripped away from his lungs and his ribs filled with a excruciating pain as he tried to pull himself together. She watched his slow breaths in and out. She wished she could gift him more oxygen.

Joe pulled his helmet off. His red flushed face and messy hair exposed for the crowd to see. No blood. That was a good sign. Daisy let out the faintest breath, like it was too soon for her to fully relax. Joe looked around, taking sips of water as he gained some of the strength that had been knocked out of him back.

and then--somehow--he found her.

Daisy didn't know if he was trying too. She wasn't in the original spot he knew she was sitting at, and yet somehow, even a hundred yards away, he still found her. The stands around her were a blur of purple and gold, thousands of people clapping and chanting his name. When they met each others eyes, it felt like that all faded away.

Joe saw her there, gripping onto the railing like it was her only lifeline. The concern on her face rattled him more than the tackle had. It was enough to make him forgive her for the stupid fucking jersey she was wearing. stupid. fucking. jersey. He shook away that jealousy, and instead he clenched his jaw but softened his gaze. He gave Daisy a nod, the reassurance she needed that he was okay.

a silent don't worry about me across a green football field.

Daisy let her breathes free, and the grip on the railing loosen. She watched from that spot for a few more minutes, then she went back to her seat. Joe went back to the huddle like nothing had happened.

But something had.

Something between them.

After they won the game, Daisy had still been expecting Joe to ice her out so it was surprising when he swaggered over to where she had been standing by the railing during the match. It surprised her even more when he waved her to come down and speak to him.

'You scared me' She told him. She had to get it off her chest. Joe held his hands hooked on the front of his padding making his biceps look oh so deliciously big. His hair was a mess but Daisy liked that, it made him look manly. He cocked his head back with an air of arrogance and looked into her big green eyes, ones which seemed to glow even brighter under the stadium lights. His skin was glowy and sticky with sweat and effort.

'Payback for that stupid fuckin' jersey' He chirped, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. For the first time, it really seemed like Joe didn't care who was watching. Media was here, fans were listening in but he wasn't paying them any attention. All his focus was on Daisy.

'Justin's just a friend you know' Daisy's response wasn't joking, it was serious. Like she needed to make sure Joe understood that, to put an end to this weird tension that seemed to be brewing between the teammates.

'I know, doesn't mean I like it though' Joe shrugged with an unapologetic truth slipping through his cracked lips. Daisy could only nod, stumped as to how she could reply to his honesty. Joe didn't give her the chance too.

'You coming back with me, I need someone to ice my ribs' That smug smirk drew back across his face. Daisy laughed, like an actual laugh before nodding her head with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. A subtle blush rising onto her cheeks.

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The bathroom light buzzed overhead, casting a dull yellow glow that made everything around them seem so warm and comforting--even the chipped tile and toothbrush stains on the mirror. Joe's boxers and dirty clothes laid out on the floor from when he hasn't put them in the laundry basket.

Joe stood shirtless in front of the skin, his sweatpants dangerously low on his hips and his arms stretched up as he assessed the damage of the forming bruises that scattered all across his back and torso. It was the hardest hit he had ever taken. Some light swelling surrounded his ribs, the medic said he needed rest but he should be okay for the next game in two weeks.

Daisy quietly came in the door behind him, carrying a ziploc bag filled with ice and a weary look on her face as she took in his bruising. Joe met her weary eyes in the stained mirror. She was in his LSU hoodie that was three sized too big, her face bare and her hair pulled back from her face in a low bun. She was unfairly beautiful, and very tired.

'I can do it' Joe told her.

She shook him off. 'I want too.'

She took a step closer, moving to be in front of him. The air between them was so quiet. She gently grazed her fingers over the bruising, Joe jolted -- not in pain, just at the feeling of her caress. When she carefully pushed the ice pack to his skin, he winced.

'Stay still.' She told him.

This was the most intimate thing they had done. Joe knew it. Daisy knew it. The air around them knew it too. Both of their hearts pounding in their chests as they did something so close. Both their guards fully lowered to the ground, they never did that. They never let each other in this much.

Joe looked down to her -- at the way she was chewing on her plump baby pink lips in a deep concentration, like she was scared she was going to break him. Her hands were steady, but he could feel just how tense she was. She was trying to tell herself this didn't mean anything, but they both knew it did.

'I'll be okay' Joe's words come out quieter than he wants, so soft and endearing unintentionally.

'I didn't like watching that happen to you.' Her own words came out in a stark rawness.

He reached out and brushed a stray hair behind her ear before he could realised the intimacy of the action, Daisy froze moving the ice pack back from his torso in shock. Joe committed to his action, letting his hand cup the soft cheeks of her face.

'I imagine you felt the way I felt when I got that call from you in the bathroom stall'

'I don't know, you'd have to tell me how that made you feel Joe' Her response startled him, she was asking him to tell her how he felt. What are we? but in a different font and that scared him. He dropped his hand from her cheek and looked away back into the mirror. Daisy placed the ice back on his bare skin. She knew he wouldn't answer her. She wouldn't have answered him either.

Some things were best left lingering in blissful ignorance.

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ccarlislecc · 7 months ago

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♡ melodic ♡ ♡ what music do they play when you two get to it? ♡ kamo choso, nanami kento, ijichi kiyotaka, gojo satoru, kong shiu, geto suguru, sukuna ryomen, ino takuma, fushiguro toji author's note: screw phenomenally written angst & 5-star relationship headcanons, give me poorly written jjk crack or else I don't want it. mdni please!! enjoy <3

“music? you’d like me to play music while we have sex?” choso & his bluntness never ceases to embarrass you.

“well not if you don’t want to, it was just a suggestion. it might make things less awkward for you, you know?”

flash forward to that night, he’s got you sitting on his lap, he leans over to push play on his phone, & you burst out laughing.

“is something wrong? do you not like this song?”

“…cho, it’s shake it off by taylor swift.” he nods, so eager.

“i know, isn’t it such a good song?” & you just can’t say anything, not when he looks so excited, hopeful that you’re pleased with him for his song choice. so you spend the night orgasming to choso’s spotify pump you up playlist.

needless to say, you picked the music from then on.

if music is something you wanted, or that made you more comfortable, of course he’d play it, but nanami isn’t a big music listener. & ultimately, anything that takes away even an ounce of his attention from fucking you senseless isn’t ideal for him.

but if you requested, or he thought to try it, he’d probably find some lofi playlist on youtube, turn it on, & completely forget about it. something relaxing, so that after he’s content with how ruined you are, he can tickle your back & play with your hair until you fall asleep.

but sometimes an ad comes on because no way is nanami paying for youtube premium, even if he is loaded as hell, which frustrates him so thoroughly that he just shuts the laptop altogether & tosses it on the floor.

kiyotaka's so genuinely concerned about it the entire time. he’s done far too much research about this; he looked on multiple different music streaming services for the best playlists to listen to when having sex. after mulling through the hundreds of lists that include songs by megan thee stallion & xxx by kim petras, he finds something he thinks is…suitable. at least, it’s not too on the nose.

but he’s barely gotten your shirt off before a ke$ha song comes on, & kiyotaka turns beet red.

“I-I’m sorry, if you don’t like this song, I can ch-change it,” & he’s so flustered, so embarrassed.

“kiyo, we don’t have to play music, sweetie,” you coo, & he knows you’re teasing him, just a little bit, but he’s so grateful anyway.

“oh, thank god.”

gojo thinks he’s just soooo funny.

he’s three fingers deep, his spit dripping down your chin as he kisses you, humping your leg, when you push back against his shoulder & roll your eyes. “satoru, really? sexyback? justin timberlake?”

his grin is shit-eating. “what, princess? this song doesn’t get you going? your pretty girl’s telling me otherwise with how she’s clenching around my fingers.”

“fuck off.”

“no, no, if this isn’t doin’ for you, I'll change it.” you bite back a moan & smack a pillow across his face when all through the night by boyz ii men turns on.

shiu actually probably has pretty good music taste. he hates the term “indie,” but he’s also not into super mainstream stuff. & sure, maybe he wants to show off his music to you. . .just don’t say that.

he likes things with a heavy bass & not many lyrics, he doesn’t want anything distracting him from how good you feel. he controls the playlist, though, he never lets you pick the music.

“because last time you chose the music, I fucked you to the beat of the tarzan soundtrack by phil collins.” he’s scrolling through apple music, queuing up some of his favorites.

“but—“

“don’t even start with me, doll. I don’t care how much you like those songs, it was fucking gross, listening to a disney movie soundtrack with my dick in you.”

“well, you didn’t have to make it weird, shiu.” you folded your arms, pouting.

“it was weird to begin with!”

“you’re really aging yourself here, sugu,” you tease. you didn’t even recognize half the songs he played with how old they were. because, quote, “music was just better back then.” yeah, back before he was even alive. but try tellin’ that to van halen over here.

“this is a great song, babe. sorry that you don’t have good taste.”

“coming from the man with the taste of a 50 year old divorced man.” it was cute, how he could have you moaning around his dick & then arguing about music within the same couple of minutes. had he even finished? you couldn’t remember, & you were busy now.

“hey! divorced dad rock is a great genre of music.”

“not when I'm sucking you off, loser.”

“well, when I'm giving you head, you can pick the song, how about that? but when you’re sucking my dick, I control the speaker.” at this point, it's simply an immaturity contest.

“no, sugu, I cannot deepthroat your cock to ac/dc ever again. or any song with an electric guitar solo.”

“‘kuna, what the fuck is this?” you mutter, leaning to squint at the screen of your laptop. “sounds of war & explosion, 10 hour asmr version?”

“you asked me to play something, woman, & now you’re complaining?” he drags you by your chin back to his lips.

“i meant something like music. . .but sure, make me seem like the weird one in this situation.” you shrug, & he hates this sarcasm you’re so fond of.

“weird? what is weird about this?” & you almost feel bad because he looks a little upset that you don’t like his creepy asmr.

“i genuinely cannot tell if you’re being serious. I'm not a kink shamer, ‘kuna, but this is fuckin’ weird.”

“shut up, woman, you will cease to care once I put my cock in you.”

you shrug. “fair enough.”

takuma's eating you out from behind, a personal favorite of his, when you’re turning your head at an uncomfortable angle as the first notes of a new song play.

“if you, if you could return. . .”

“t-takuma,” you attempt to speak. “why are playing linger?”

it takes him a moment to come out of it, too entranced by your cunt. “wh-what? I thought you loved this song,” & he looks so sincerely confused why you’d be bothered. frankly, he’d tuned the music out completely. how could he think about anything else but this?

“yeah, when we’re in the car or something, not when you’re eating me out. this song is so sad! it’s a breakup song.” he simply does not get it.

“well, I like it.”

“you’re not even listening to it!”

“are you? fuck, that means I'm doing a bad job then.” soon, you’re tuning out the music too.

toji puts on some shit by chase atlantic because he thinks that's what girls like & promptly forgets it’s even playing. he does not care, just wants to bone, no other thoughts, head empty. a couple minutes in, you turn off his godawful tik tok playlist & he doesn’t even notice. once he’s pulling out & shucking the condom somewhere, he looks blankly around for a second, then back at you.

“hey, did you turn the music off?”

“yeah, toji, nasty dog by sir-mix-a-lot wasn’t exactly getting me off,” you scoff, sneering at the name.

“hey, I got that from you, brat. it’s from that stupid hugh jackman edit you keep watching. . .I'm hotter than him by the way.”

“you’re both old enough to be my dad, but sure, toj’, you’re hotter.”

♡ fin ♡

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fbfh · 2 years ago

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rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs 2

wc: 1.7k

genre: mutual pining, minor angst

pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader

warnings: houseparty, madison and heather aren't very good friends, one brief mention of alcohol/underage drinking but no one is obviously drunk, Brent keeps flirting with you and can't take a hint but it's annoying and inconvenient at most, minor miscommunication, sad roddy at the end

summary: after getting all dolled up for your party (which is really just an excuse to see rodrick and his band play) you spend the whole night not getting to do the one thing you want to do - see Rodrick.

song rec: teenage dirtbag - wheatus, and I imagine them playing put your money on me - the struts, basket case - green day, and of course, diper overlode - loded diper at the party

a/n: the long awaited part 2 is here!! and yes there will be a part 3 that takes place at prom lol

tags at the bottom (tagging all the people who asked for part 2 as well lol)

You’ve spent all week planning your party

Now it’s finally friday after school, and Heather and Madison are at your place, taking on the monumental task of deciding what you’re going to wear

You decide on the new pair of heels you got as your inspiration piece

They’re baby pink and strappy, with a butterfly shape made of little diamonds on the front

You’ve been absolutely obsessed with them, and the party seems like the perfect opportunity to break them in

You dig around in your closet, pulling a few of your other pink dresses

It’s not much of a contest when you see them laid out, and you choose the light pink satin one to go with your shoes

You listen to Heather and Madison gossip while you dig through your jewelry and nail polish, finding some coordinating accessories and your next mani pedi color

“Which earrings?” You ask them, holding up two pairs.

“That one.” They say in unison, pointing to the one on your left

You were leaning toward that pair anyway, so you’re glad they agree

After finalizing some details and going over what they’re going to wear, all your party outfits are planned

Heather and Madison leave to get dressed, promising to be back within the hour so you can all help each other with hair and makeup

You’ve practically become their personal beauty guru since you became friends

You always know just what to do to make their makeup look flawless and their hair cooperate when it’s being stubborn

You’re a big ball of nerves while you get the last details set up

Snacks are laid out, drinks are set up

Now all you need is the people

And more importantly

The band

As people show up, Heather drags you around to socialize

You swear, she must make you say hi to every single person there

If you were a little more cynical, you might pick up on the fact that Heather is trying to keep you away from Rodrick

Rodrick, who you’ve been thinking about non stop since you first saw him

You spend the whole time looking around for him and his band

You think you see him across the room once, but it’s a girl with a dark brown pixie cut

It’s hard to tell in this lighting, and you’re glad you caught it before you made a really awkward mistake

You’re sure it would have been a funny anecdote that lead to you being friends after

On your way back, you get stopped by Brad

He insists on pulling you aside to talk, which Heather and Madison encourage

But right now all you want is to find Rodrick

And all Rodrick wants is to find you

They’re almost warmed up and ready for their set

And GOD he’s never been more excited for a gig

He’s so ready to go all out

To impress you

And to avoid all Justin Bieber songs to prevent another Heather’s sweet 16 incident

He fidgets with his drumsticks and looks around again

He still doesn’t see you

Which sucks, because he’s been thinking about this exact moment non stop since loded diper got this dream of a gig

He’s been making the boys practice way more than normal

Much to his parent’s dismay (even though they’re starting to sound pretty good)

To avoid another Heather Hills sweet 16 situation

But more importantly, to impress you

When Rodrick fell asleep every night this week, he had a variation of the same dream

Playing at this party, rocking the house so hard people talk about it for years afterwards, and getting to see you

You’re so beautiful, standing dead center at the front of the crowd, looking up at him the whole time

They barely finish their set when you weave your way through the band, and walk right up to him

His heart is pounding as you start praising him, telling him how good he was, how you want to be his little rockstar’s girlfriend

He usually gets so excited he wakes himself up after that

And now

It’s finally happening

His literal dreams are coming true

His band got a great gig

And he gets to play for you

This is probably the biggest opportunity since battle of the bands

The guys know how much he’s been looking forward to this

It’s all he’s been talking about

He really thinks that if everything goes perfect, he might be able to shoot his shot with you

He just has to focus

Focus on playing a perfect gig, focus on figuring out how to woo you

Once they’re all warmed up and hyped up, they start their set

You can hear the band starting to tune up from the other room, and try for what feels like the millionth time to slip away from Brent

You’ve had to turn him down more times than you can count, and he still can’t take a goddamn hint

“I really have to go check on my friends…” you trail off, finally slipping into the crowd

You manage to find Madison, who signals to Heather, and soon all three of you are hiding in the bathroom

You catch your breath for a little while, touching up your makeup while Heather checks herself out and fluffs her hair

Madison sits nearby, texting someone

After a little while, you sigh, figuring you should all get back

Heather and Madison share a look while you straighten out your necklace

Heather walks to the door with Madison right behind her

She pokes her head out of the door, then closes it quickly

“Brent is right down the hall,” she says, turning back to you as Madison nods, “we should wait in here a little longer

It feels like you wait in the bathroom forever while Heather occasionally sending Madison out to check

After a little while you hear faint music

Your stomach drops

You can’t miss the band, the whole point of throwing this party was getting to see Rodrick and loded diper play

“Did they start already?” you ask, walking toward the door

Heather grabs your arm before you can open it, telling you Brent is still right outside, and sends Madison to go check if the band started yet

Madison comes back a minute later

“They’re still warming up,” she says, sharing a look with Heather

A little while later, the music gets louder and you don’t want to risk missing their show

You leave the bathroom before Heather and Madison can stop you

You’re met with loud rock music reverberating through the house

Definitely not just warming up

You try to get to the other room where they’re playing so you don’t miss the rest of their set

Before you get very far, Brent catches your eye and cuts through the crowd

He follows you around and keeps trying to pull you aside to flirt and talk and get you to go out with him

You manage to get to the doorway of the room they’re playing when he pins you against the wall

He’s going on and on about how you’d be perfect together, you’d be lucky to get with him, everyone at school wants him

But all you can think about is how great the band sounds

They’re like a perfect blend of all the best pop punk and rock groups you’ve ever heard

Right off the bat, you pick out influences from green day, my chemical romance, and metallica

You’re really fucking impressed

You didn’t expect them to be this good, and you didn’t have low expectations to begin with

You just wish you could get away from Brent to really get to see the rest of their set before it’s over

When the song ends, you hear Rodricks voice and stretch up to try and see him as he leans into the mic

“Thank you, we are Loded Diper! Fuck authority!” he looks over at Chris, then leans back into the mic “And the patriarchy!”

Your stomach sinks as you realize you missed most of their show, but you still cheer louder than anyone else in the room

Rodrick lets out a little puff of air when Chris taps his shoulder, getting his attention

“Uh, listen man…” Chris starts, but Rodrick doesn’t hear what he says after that

He looks over to where Chris is gesturing, and his heart sinks

Brent has you pinned against the wall across the room, and you two are looking awfully cozy together

“Shit…” Rodrick says

Once again, he looks like an idiot for thinking he has a chance with you

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Ben says, signaling to Ward to help them bring their stuff back out to the van

They wrap it up and leave quickly, and Ward, Ben, and Chris try to figure out how to help their heartbroken drummer

You spend the rest of the party looking for Rodrick

You hope he stuck around, you really want to tell him how great he was

When the alcohol runs out and the party’s over, Madison and Heather sleep over, helping you clean up

Technically Heather makes Madison help you clean up

All they can talk about is prom coming up, but your mind is still on Rodrick

And how you didn’t get to see him

You wish you could have told him how amazing he was

Even if he’s not into you like you’re really, really into him

You just want him to know that you could listen to his music all day and never get tired of it

“...coordinating dates, and-” Heather says, turning to you suddenly, “you’re going to help us pick out dresses, right?”

You nod, flashing her a smile and hoping to disguise your disappointment at how the night went

“Yeah,” you answer as she goes on about finding you all dates

But you know that if you can’t go to prom with Rodrick, you won’t want to go at all

You just hope by some miracle you’ll get to dance with him, at least once

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worldlxvlys · 1 year ago

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collide

matt sturniolo x singer! reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, grinding

a/n: hope you enjoyyyy <33

“thank you guys so much for all the support and coming out here tonight” i said into the microphone.

the audience members replied with deafening applause and cheers.

i laughed into the microphone, still soaking in this unreal experience.

i had gotten about halfway through my set, and now was just taking a quick breather.

“i also wanted to give a huge thank you to my best friends, for always being there for me and constantly showering me with love and support” i said as i glanced over to the triplets.

best friends. well, two of them were my best friends. matt, however, was more than that to me.

we were dating, but we hadn’t told the fans yet, not wanting to deal with the hate that would most likely come with it.

but the fans aren’t dumb.

due to their insane attention to details, they were easily able to pick up on the feelings that matt and i had for one another. they just didn’t know that we’ve acted on them.

once i put out my first album of songs, titled chemistry, the fans quickly realized i was with someone. they had their suspicions, but i never confirmed that it was about matt.

most of the tracks on the album were love songs that i wrote over the years. they weren’t even necessarily for matt, i just wrote them whenever i was overwhelmed by my feelings for him and needed a way to get them out.

song writing helped me to process my feelings, and it just so happens that matt takes up almost every thought in my brain.

“i wouldn’t have made it this far without you guys and i’ll never truly be able to put into words how grateful i am” i said while looking at the boys in the VIP section.

in response, nick smiled and blew kisses while recording the interaction, like a proud mom at their child’s performace; chris did an awkward happy dance and screamed “we love you!” , and matt sat there with a lovesick look on his face and a shit-eating grin.

after a few more, we got to my favorite song on the setlist.

“this next song, literally just came out and is already doing so well, and i thank you for that” i was met with more applause.

after introducing the song, the first few chords played and then stopped, teasing the audience.

they went wild. after a few seconds, the intro really started to play.

MATT’S POV

i been knowing you for long enough

damn, i need you right now

she looks so good. her outfit was tight, fitting her in all the right places and accentuating her curves.

you can take your time, don’t have to rush

this might take us a while

she sounds incredible live. her voice is smooth as she effortlessly slides through the runs, never missing a note.

i left all the doors unlocked and you said you’re on your way

when you get here don’t you say a word, got no time to play

she might genuinely be a siren, luring me in with her seductive, yet somehow sweet and innocent-sounding voice. her tone is crystal clear and it almost makes me want to cry.

we can go all the time

we can move fast, then rewind

when you put your body on mine

and collide, collide

she starts to sway her hips to the beat, and i genuinely think i might lose it.

wanna see your body on mine

and collide, collide

her skin is coated with a light layer of sweat, making her body glisten under the lights. she looks like a goddess.

baby it’s all yours if you want me,

all yours if you want me

she looked directly at me when she sang this line, and the feeling of the intense eye contact went straight to my dick.

put it down if you want me tonight

she smirked lightly, no doubt enjoying how red my face was turning. she knows what she’s doing.

she made her way through the song, continuing to tease me. she would slowly run a hand down her body or lean forward to sing to the crowd, giving me a perfect view of her breasts.

god, they look like they’re gonna fall out of her top.

when she got to the bridge, i swear the sound of her voice alone almost made my eyes roll back.

i know that this is love when we touch boy

you got my heart

and can’t nobody make me feel like you do

boy like you do

the fact that there was so much tension between us, despite being so far away was driving me crazy.

it could be one of those nights

where we don’t turn off the lights

wanna see your body on mine and collide, collide

i could listen to the sound of her voice for the rest of my life.

i love it when she talks, when she laughs, when she sings, when she moans.

i swear when she hits certain notes, it almost sounds like she’s moaning. but no one else knows that, because i’m the only one who pulls those sounds from her pretty mouth.

those pretty lips, always soft and glossy, perfect for kissing.

by this point, my dick was throbbing as it pressed against my jeans.

said it’s all yours if you want me,

all yours if you want me

put it down if you want me

let’s collide

her head fell back as she finished the last note, basking in the endless amounts of applause she received.

her neck looks so pretty, i need to kiss it.

she looks up at me again, moving her tongue across her teeth.

yeah, she’s definitely doing this on purpose.

the further she got through her setlist, the more turned on i was.

her tits bounced when she jumped around during her upbeat songs.

at one point, she was full-on twerking. she threw her ass in a circle, her skirt riding up the slightest bit. i fully thought i was going to cum in my pants.

after she finished the last song, she began to adjust her skirt while she gave her closing speech. when she moved her hand, i saw the waistband of her panties peek through.

waistband, if you could even call it that. it became evident that she was wearing a g-string under her skirt.

i completely zoned out of what she was saying, too focused on all of the filthy thoughts that began to flood my mind.

before i knew it, there was another round of applause before she walked off of the stage.

suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

READER POV

after a few minutes, i heard a knock on my dressing room door.

i opened the door to reveal matt and i quickly pulled him in before closing and locking the door.

“hi baby” i whispered.

“hi my love” he said before placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“you did amazing, baby. and you sound better and better every time you sing”

i looked down bashfully, the corner of my lips turning up into a grin. “thanks”

he placed his finger under my chin, pushing it up to look at him.

“ you shy now, baby? didn’t seem like it when you were shaking your ass on that stage”

i glanced at his lips before looking back up at his eyes.

“you liked that, baby?” i asked as i turned around, moving my hair over my shoulder.

i began to grind on him, moving my ass on his hard dick.

“fuck yes, baby. shittt” he groaned as one of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other moving to grab my boob through my top.

the hand that was around my waist moved under my panties, gently rubbing my clit.

“fuckkkk matt” i sighed out, my head pressing against the door.

his breathing got heavy as he rutted his hips against my ass, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

“talk to me baby, please. gotta here that pretty voice” he choked out as his voice got slightly higher in pitch.

“ yeah baby? like the way my ass feels against your bulge? want me to twerk on you?” before he could answer, i bent over slightly.

my skirt inched up, exposing my ass and making his fully erect cock dig into it.

“fuck! you can’t do that, baby. i’m gonna cum”

“take these off for me” i said, pulling on his jeans.

he quickly complied, unbuckling his belt and pulling them off while i turned around to face him.

he swiftly picked me up, bringing me over to a vanity and placing me down on top of it.

my back was pressed up against the mirror, which was cool against my burning skin.

he brought his lips to mine in a hot, desperate kiss.

his hands crept under my skirt, pulling my panties off without breaking the kiss.

he smoothly pocketed them before collecting my wetness with his finger, using it as a lubricant to push his digit inside of me.

“shit, matt” i moaned out as he fucked me with his finger.

i reached down between us, stroking his length through his boxers.

he added another finger, stretching me out.

“oh my god, matt. so fucking good” my eyebrows furrowed as i leaned my forehead against his.

“gotta make sure my princess is nice and stretched, never wanna hurt you” he spoke between grunts.

i moved my fingers to the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and watching his dick slap his stomach.

his tip was red and covered in pre-cum.

he removed his fingers from my aching pussy while i pumped him a few times, before guiding him inside of me.

we both groaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing him as i took him inch by inch.

he gave me a minute to adjust before thrusting into me deep and hard.

i screamed his name, probably loud enough for anyone outside of the room to hear.

“yes baby, lemme hear that gorgeous voice. god, i love hearing you say my name”

matt pushed his hips up into mine with full force, his hands on my waist to hold me steady.

“you feel so good wrapped around me like this baby. you’re so good” he whispered.

he pushed me into the mirror with each thrust, producing a loud thud each time it hit the wall.

the vanity shook under me as he kept up his relentless pace.

matt took my legs and hooked them over his shoulder, continuing to ram into me.

i felt my orgasm approaching, and i grabbed onto matt’s biceps, needing something to hold onto.

“matt matt matt, i’m gonna cum!” i yelled frantically.

“me too, give it to me baby. wanna feel you dripping down my cock” his words sent me over the edge.

with a final cry i released all over him, while he filled me up.

he thrusted a few more times, helping us ride out our highs before pulling out.

“god damn” i whispered out as we watched our juices spill out of me.

“you’re so fucking amazing” he said as he cleaned us up.

after we got dressed and made our appearances look somewhat presentable we stepped out of the dressing room.

“where are your brothers?” i asked with furrowed brows.

i pulled out my phone and saw a text from nick.

we’re going outside to wait. we can hear you freaky fucks from across the venue.

matt and i looked at each other and bursted out laughing.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

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house-of-lovin · 2 years ago

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legally binded - 2

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

masterlist | series mast. ♣ prev part | next part

Chapter 2: Lakers, Headlines… New York?

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of substances, intoxication, mature language, real people. (do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: part 2 of legally binded! I hear yall and I see the comments! This will be a series, got a lot of ideas for this one. But of course, I am open to hearing what you guys think and want to see! A little bonding moment for R and Jenna 😮‍💨

Word Count: 6.3k+ (lol sorry, may have gone overboard!)

“So… what does this mean, exactly?” Jenna asks for both of you.

“We’re gonna make the two of you the talk of the town. And hopefully get people to back off on the allegations that Jenna is difficult to work with and that Y/N is entering her Justin Bieber phase — and not the good one.” Your PR agent, Liv, purses her lips.

Jenna can’t help the snort that leaves her lips, awkwardly coughing to hide it. But you catch it anyway, throwing her a glare.

“Difficult to work with huh?” You speak up — in faux interest. “Not hard to see why.”

This time Jenna is the one glaring at you. “You don’t even know me.”

“You don’t know me either.” You huff.

“Enough!” Jake yells. Anger steadily rose in the man’s bloodstream.

You and Jenna flinch at his loudness. Sliding down the chair, you feel ashamed again; ignoring Jenna’s piercing glare.

Liv is sighing but opts not to add fuel to the fire. “It’s going to take a few hours to get the paperwork and contract drafted —but once it’s done we’ll have it sent over to you. For now, get to know each other, I don’t know.”

You shoot Liv a scowl. She was making this already awkward situation so much worse.

She catches your look, sighing, “Just–pretend this is another job and you’re new castmates. Anything please. ” She rolls her eyes, already fed up with what disaster this morning has been.

“You can do that, right?” Liv crosses her arms, staring at you two in question.

“Yes.” Jenna mumbles.

“Mhmm.” You hum lazily, changing the subject. “Can we tell people? That this isn’t real?”

Liv glances at Jake and Sarah sharing a silent conversation. They nod at each other. “If they sign an NDA. Only family, your team and us. This cannot leave the room.”

You feel pale. You couldn’t even tell the people around you about this fake relationship without binding them to a contract? Suddenly, the situation starts to feel more real; the carpet of delusion being pulled from under you.

You’re standing up, pushing the chair back with a loud scrape that rings terribly against your ears. “I need some air.”

“You’re really leaving in the middle of a meeting?” Jenna questions with a snip, crossing her arms.

“Sorry your highness, I got better places to be. Liv you can send the contract to my assistant. Ortega, wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you… but well.” You trail off, shrugging.

Liv and Jake are fuming red in the face at your words, but you were still hungover and the comedown was begging to wreak havoc – your irritation getting harder to restrain.

Jenna’s face scrunches, offended. You walk away, not bothering to listen for a response.

“There’s no way I can work with her…” You catch it anyway.

●●●

“I mean can you believe what they’re asking me to do!” You pace up and down your living room.

“Oh come on, I don’t buy the allegations that she’s difficult, you know they love to tear women down when they get their come up.” Link reasons tapping on his phone.

“I mean how can this face be rude?” He holds up a picture of Jenna at the SAG awards and you furrow your brows because you don’t remember seeing her there — you might have been late.

You were just nominated anyway. So you pulled a Beyoncé and only showed up for your category.

“Maybe Jenna’s not so bad?”

“Quit it.”

It was now mid-afternoon and the battering Californian sun was shining bright above clear skies and through your floor-to-ceiling windows. You bought this house in the Palisades for the peace it provided you. Not too far from central L.A. but still tucked away enough for a moment of solitude with a life like yours.

It was your own version of a sanctuary – like a home should be.

“Okay, that sounds crazy, I agree. But dude, you fucked up. Big time.” Your long-time friend Link said.

You and Link grew up together and when you got your come up, best believe you took your best friend with you. You offered to help him out while he lives with you as you achieve your dreams but ever the stubborn guy, he refused. Only agreeing to move to Los Angeles with you if he works as your assistant to earn his keep.

He’s a good guy like that.

Since then, he’s been by your side. Through every disappointment, bad news, great news, red carpets, and movie premieres. You couldn’t do this job without him.

He’s like your brother.

“I know!” You groan, dropping to the couch. Why the hell did you let your designer choose these couches? They were stiffer than a plank of wood.

“Look at this article online, 2-time Grammy winner and Academy Award Nominee, Y/N L/N’s fall from grace? Sin City indeed! The actress blacks out at a Vegas strip club! Click here to see exclusive mugshots.”

“They’re selling my fucking mugshots?” You lift your head above the headrest horrified, watching Link sit across the room on a bar stool reading his phone.

“I’m pretty sure they’re public domain.” He refutes.

Falling back, you groan louder – hiding your face behind your palms.

“I don’t see how you have a choice, buddy.” He sighs, placing his phone on the bar top.

“There has to be another way. Why can’t I just run away? I’ll fly back home for a couple of weeks, and let all of this shit die down. It’s worked before.”

“Yeah, I told Jake and Liv you’d say that.” He rolls his eyes, walking to you. “I don’t think you can run from this one, Y/N.”

The softness in his voice has you sighing in defeat. He’s right, you know he’s right. This wasn’t just some tiny mistake you can brush under the carpet like all the other ones. This was serious.

You got arrested. For blacking out with someone who had drugs on them. In a strip club, no less.

What a mess.

Something like this could seriously hurt your career. You could lose roles, relationships, connections, brand deals – the blood, sweat, and tears you poured in; everything you worked so hard for – gone.

“I know… Doesn’t make me wanna do it more though,” You mumble, distantly staring at the high ceiling.

He chuckles, “I know bud. But this is what we signed up for, right?”

You frown. It’s what we signed up for.

It’s a mantra that you have adopted in all your years as a working performer. It certainly wasn’t the most comforting and loving thing to say, but it works because it’s true and there’s no greater motivator than a slap in the face to reality.

You much preferred tough love anyway.

“Right.” You mutter.

“Come on, I think Jenna’s manager just sent me the signed contract, they’re just waiting for your signature.” He walks off to his office.

You close your eyes, letting the sun warm you up through the glass panes. A few moments pass until Link comes back out with a tablet and pen. “Sign here, under Jenna’s signature.”

She has pretty handwriting – you note as you sign the electronic document.

Call it weird but you had a thing for people with neat handwriting, steady hands and all that.

But then you remember who the professional signature belonged to and forced yourself to snap out of it.

“Did you even read it?” He arches a brow.

“That’s what lawyers are for.”

He scoffs, “Okay, superstar. It basically says what you and Jenna need to do. Public spottings at first, then dates, appearances at each other's events. Maybe posts on social media, but the idea is to be discreet – we can’t have it seem like we’re using this to scrub away the Vegas incident.”

“But that’s exactly what we’re doing,” You sigh.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that. And it’s your damn job to make sure they don’t ever find out either.”

You rub your forehead; a headache beginning to form. Not sure if it was from the hangover or from all this PR mess.

“Anways,” He takes the tablet out of your hands. “I’ll send these over to Liv. Now as for you. Go upstairs, take a shower because you smell horrendous and then put on what your stylist picked out.”

Wrinkling your nose, you ask, “What, why? I literally just got back, I already have to go out and show my face? The paparazzi will hound me.”

“We have to beat the Vegas headline with a bigger story, so you need to be seen with Jenna ASAP. That means out for a late lunch at a well-known spot downtown. You have to act like the news doesn’t bother you – like you’re moving past it.”

“Who goes out for late lunch?”

He sends you a pointed look.

“I’ll be upstairs…” You mumble, dragging your feet as you ascend the steps.

●●●

You tap your fingers on the steering wheel, glancing up at the modest house through your sunglasses.

A mid-modern century house in Glendale. Not where you pictured her to live but whatever. Her front yard was bare but professionally trimmed. No signs of any plant life that made the space look a little… dull. The only signs of life in the house was the humble SUV that you assumed belonged to the young actress.

Your tapping grows impatient the longer you wait.

As if staring harder at the front door will make the actress come out faster. Another five agonizing minutes pass – you seriously consider pulling away to go home and sleep off this hangover but Link stood a good half-foot taller than you.

He’d lock your ass out of your own home.

Eventually, the door opens and the short brunette walks down the driveway in confident strides. Dressed in jeans, combat boots and a cardigan; those headphones around her neck, again. Somehow, she looked consistently gothic and you pondered if she really was like her character in real life.

You see her scan your Mercedes-AMG GT3 for a moment before pulling the passenger door open; sliding into the cushy seats. “Nice car.”

You blink, “Thanks… you sure took your time though,”

You couldn’t stop the slight attitude that accompanied your words.

She gives you a sharp glance, “why didn’t you just ring the doorbell?”

“You had to unlock the gate to let me in, you knew I was waiting outside.” You huff, staring at her back.

“Then would have waited in the living room if you had knocked. What difference does it make?” She shrugs.

“That’s not the poi–” You gruff but stop, inhaling a deep breath. The pounding in your skull was begging for you to cool down.

“I think I much preferred waiting in the car… alone.” You whisper the last bit then shoot her a sarcastic glance; shifting the gear in reverse.

You don’t bother to check if she had her seatbelt on as you aggressively pull out her driveway; leaving skid marks on the pavement.

She jerks forward at the sudden movement. “Shit– a little warning next time?” She glares bracing herself on the dashboard.

“Hands off the leather,” You bite as you pull off her street and to the restaurant Link sent you the directions to.

She scoffs. “My driveway!”

●●●

“Table for 2 under Ortega? Please follow me, can I be the first one to say how delighted we are that you two decided to dine here.” The host enthused a little too much.

“It’s our pleasure.” Jenna answers politely.

You plaster a tight-lipped smile keeping quiet; sliding a modest hand on Jenna’s back when he leads you past other patrons and to a secluded table – heads already turning in your direction. Jenna jumps, sending you a menacing glare and for a moment you feel slightly scared by the fire in her eyes – dropping your hand immediately.

Okay, no touching. Got it.

“Here we are, the best seat in the house. We have complementary champagne on the table to start your evening. We’ll give you a few moments to get settled,” He sends a tight smile causing his wrinkles to show – definitely trying too hard but you’d never say no to free alcohol.

“Thank you,” You bid, pulling a chair out for Jenna.

She walks to claim the opposite chair, assuming you’re taking the one you pulled out. But she stares as you stand behind the open chair, awkwardly. Only then did she seem to realize that the seat was for her.

Raising her brows, she looked a little surprised but wordlessly and a bit awkwardly (she sends a tight-lipped smile) sits over to the chair allowing you to push it in for her, before taking your own seat across.

The first thing you grab is the bottle of champagne and the flute.

You miss Jenna’s tracking eyes as you pour a hefty glass. “Is that really the best thing for you to have, especially after last night? Also, it’s like 4 PM.”

“I didn’t know you were the alcohol police and it’s 8 PM somewhere.” You take big gulps of the champagne, savouring the way it burned but also felt cool on the way down.

“Trust me, I’m not. But my ass is on the line here too and there are people watching.” She grits out the last part, signalling with her eyes. You glance up catching two girls from another table with their phones up, no doubt taking pictures and recording you and Jenna.

Looking away, you place the glass flute down, sitting back in your seat with a slump. “Fine…”

“When are you going to take this seriously?” She whispers, tone: sharp.

“I am taking this seriously,” You fight to keep your face impassive knowing there are eyes on you both.

“No, you’re not. You couldn’t even sit through the meeting this morning and now you’re acting like a child. Might I remind you, we’re in this mess because of you.”

You clench your jaw, trying your hardest not to blow up in this fine establishment.

“I’m the reaso—“

“Are we ready to order?” The waitress cuts in.

“Yes, we are.” Jenna turns to her with that large, sweet smile that sells millions.

●●●

‘New Gal-Pals in Hollywood, Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega spotted out for lunch’

It was now the following day after your ‘lunch date’ with Jenna and you wish to say it only got better as time went on but that would be a lie. You two did not get along – at all. How was it possible for your management to find the one person on this planet that you just couldn’t get along with.

You know difficult, you can handle difficult. You’ve worked with the likes of Shia Lebeouf, Gweneth Paltrow, Michael Bay… just to name a few. You’ve had your fair share of difficult colleagues.

But this girl? She’s something else.

“Gal pals? Really?” Your nose scrunches in distaste.

“No wait, this one’s better! Wednesday star Jenna Ortega supports new bestie, Y/N L/N amid Vegas arrest.”

“Stop.” But Link’s loud laughter overpowers you.

“Oh! We got one that’s different, Trouble-maker, A-lister, Y/N L/N, will drag down rising-star Jenna Ortega!”

“Okay, that’s just bullshit.” You pique up.

“Rising star?” Jenna voices in disdain.

“Enough!” Liv’s voice echoes from your laptop speaker. “This isn’t the headline we wanted.”

You roll your eyes, scanning the candid photo of you and Jenna sitting at the restaurant.

The images look tame enough and can definitely be interpreted as just two friends out for a bite. News outlets don’t buy it, but the internet is already freaking out; spewing out unsolicited opinions on this new pairing. Some think you two are just friends, some think it’s a date, others think it’s for a movie role.

“I thought I did a good job,” Jenna speaks up on the other line of the Facetime call.

“Clearly not…” You mumble, but she catches it anyway, rolling her eyes.

“We need to up the ante, this is not good enough.” Liv sighs and you can hear the trepidation through the call.

“Like what?”

“There’s a Lakers game tonight and you two are making your first official appearance.” She grins with mischief.

“Lakers?” Jenna rouses, sounding excited.

“How would they interpret that differently than before?” Shaking your head.

“I got a plan already, darling. I have a guy in TMZ who’s going to break the first official headline that you two are in the ‘getting to know each other’ stage. Which is where you two come in… after the game headlines of your guys’ date night will be the number one trending topic.” She explains, eyes lighting up in excitement.

Liv loves to lay out her plans to whoever was willing to listen — you’re already tuning her out.

You are sure her plan is genius like she says it is.

“Are they versing someone decent, at least?” You ask tiredly. When were you going to get some time to yourself?

“Celtics.”

“I’m in.”

●●●

“Do you really have to wear sunglasses indoors? Everyone knows we’re here.” Jenna whispers from beside you.

“It’s part of the look.” You retort, sliding down the foldable chair. Why are courtside seats so uncomfortable for all the money I’m paying?

“What look.”

“We got two stars in the Lakers house tonight! Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega!”’ The announcer booms through the stadium speakers.

Looking up at the jumbotron, you and Jenna are plastered big and bright on the screen. You flash a dazzling smile and force your body to untense – ignoring Jenna’s quip.

You embrace the loud cheers and applauds, waving and sending the camera that dazzling smile you have mastered. Jenna copies your movements.

Eventually, the camera pans away from you two and you finally feel like you can breathe again.

“God, I think my eardrums ruptured.” She complains, clutching her earring clad-ears painfully.

You laugh, “Oh come on, you don’t have people shouting for your attention at you at every turn?”

She frowns, shaking her head, “Not at this level… I like to think I still have some anonymity.”

Snorting, you say, “Yeah well, just wait. That’ll all be gone — so enjoy it while you can.”

You don’t see her frown deepen because you spot a familiar face. “Look who’s in the house!”

“Hey!” You stand briskly. Lebron James comes barreling over in large steps; greeting you with a hug and a pat on the back.

“Feeling ready for tonight?” You ask, smiling up at the athlete. Being a big name in Hollywood definitely came with nice perks like knowing world-renowned athletes.

As much as you complain about your life – this is certainly a perk you can’t deny.

“You know it! We’re gonna mop the floors with your lil Celtics team.” He smirks making you laugh.

“Okay, save the trash-talking for the court... This is Jenna by the way.” You move to the side to reveal Jenna sitting; watching the two of you with a flabbergasted look on her face.

“Nice to meet you, Jenna. My kids loved Wednesday, I think my daughter might dress up as you this Halloween.” He jokes; shaking her hand.

It was quite an amusing sight to see Jenna crane her neck to meet the basketball player’s eyes. And you really tried your hardest not to snort when her tiny hands slide into his gigantic palms – her upper arm practically disappearing in his grasp.

They continue talking for a few more moments before the basketball player eventually bids his goodbye to continue warming up.

“You’re friends with Lebron James?” She asked in disbelief when you sit back down.

“Yeah, is that surprising?” You arch a brow.

“Yes?” She asks like you were stupid for even asking.

You chuckle. “Well, now you know.”

“Also… a Celtics fan, really? That’s just disgraceful.” She shakes her head.

You scrunch your face in faux annoyance, puffing your chest proudly, “Hell yeah the Celtics! We’re gonna wipe the court with your little Lakers in their own house.”

“Don’t let people hear you say that, you’ll be stoned,” She laughs heartily.

For a brief moment, you watch as she shakes in laughter at her own joke – unable to fight the infectiousness of her laugh. Her bangs shake with her movements as she attempts to hide her smile behind her hand.

Were you guys getting along? Nah, impossible.

“I’ll just use you as a shield.”

“I’m like five-foot, I don’t think I’ll be much help.” She snorts.

“Pocket-sized shield – makes travelling easier.” You shrug, smirking.

She shoots you a side-eye but you see the smirk she tries to hide from you.

Eventually, the national anthem is sung and tip-off begins. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying yourself right now. After the weekend disaster in Vegas, all you wanted to do was sleep away your fuck-ups. But this… isn’t so bad.

Jenna seems to have loosened up and allowed herself to enjoy the game.

You cheer enthusiastically when the Celtics go on a 12-0 run in the fourth quarter.

The score is 94 - 90, with the Lakers in the lead. You were standing now, your concession drinks and snacks forgotten under your chair. The energy in the stadium is infectious as everyone cheers for their respective teams.

“This is what I’m talking about, now we got a game!” You clap loudly, yelling.

“$100 Lakers win this one.” The sweet voice shouts over the crowd.

You turn, grinning. “That’s it? $1000, Celtics win.”

The quiet contemplation is burning bright in her eyes, but eventually, she gives in extending her hand. “You’re on.”

Somehow, your grin stretches wider when she slides her hand in yours to seal the deal. “I can’t wait to be a $1000 richer.”

“In your dreams,” she clicks her tongue, focusing on the court.

“Come on ref, that was a foul!” She shouts at the checkered-shirt man as he runs past you.

She’s not looking at you but you find yourself unable to look away from her.

Granted, you barely knew anything about Jenna before meeting her yesterday. But you think you like this laid-back version of her more than the one you met at first.

A whistle-blowing breaks your staring before it becomes too obvious.

Eventually, the game goes into overtime with the score being 104 - 104 when the Lakers gets both free throws in. You’re practically shaking in excitement as you watch from courtside.

You are bent over, hands on your knees like a soccer mom watching their kid get a penalty kick. You miss Jenna snapping a photo of the court with you bent over in the corner of the picture.

“Come on, Tatum!” You shout, a vein on your forehead protruding.

“Did you say a $1000 richer?” She mocks, using your words against you.

“Don’t go on a victory lap yet,” You stand as the last time-out is called, “The score’s even and there’s still 5 seconds on the clock. It’s anybody's game right now.”

When the whistle blows signalling time-out is over, you are tense again. Jenna seems to share your sentiments as she absentmindedly grabs your jacket when the Celtics shooting guard walks behind the line to inbound the ball.

Anticipation getting the best of her.

You ignore the touch – unsure if you wanted to pull away or never move your arm again.

“Shit!” You yell when someone on the Lakers intercepts the Celtics attempt to inbound — sloppily passing it to another player in gold and purple.

3 seconds remaining on the clock and a fast-break on the Lakers side ensues; green jerseys struggling to keep up.

“Schroder tips the Celtics inbound and manages to pass it off to Thompson, to James! James with a hail mary from half-court with 2 seconds, will he make it!” The announcer exclaims.

It was like the movies when everything goes silent and somehow you see everything in slow motion. You watch as the ball spins high above in the air with the powerful throw from the Laker’s power forward. The only thing you feel is Jenna’s fist gripping your arm, bunching the jacket in her hands.

You unconsciously lean into her; the intensity of the room bouncing off you.

The ball continues to spin until it amazingly flies through the basket with a satisfying swoosh and the buzzer rings loudly.

The crowd explodes – bursting into loud cheers.

“Holy shit!” Jenna jumps, cheering.

“No fucking way.” You groan.

You feel her grab your shoulders to face her, still jumping up and down; a large smile on her face. You find yourself matching her grin despite your team not winning.

Nodding in defeat, you admit, “Okay, okay… that was a pretty great game.”

“Great?” She shakes you like a rag doll, “That was the best game I’ve ever seen!”

“Are you turning into a basketball fan, Miss Ortega?” You tease as she pulls away from you.

Still with a grin, she says, “Never… Football will always have my heart.”

“I didn’t peg you for an NFL fan but I guess I’ve heard stranger things.” You tease as she rolls her eyes.

“Soccer, Y/N.”

“Why didn’t you just call it the proper name then?”

“We are not starting this.” She holds a hand up, turning to sit back in her seat. The high of winning the bet, dwindling away.

●●●

“This is me…” Jenna says into the quiet night air.

You shifted on your feet as you stood by your car. The night had been an unexpected…. success. After the game, you two made sure to stick around to chat and take pictures with fans in the crowd.

The more eyes that saw you two together, the better.

“Um… this was nice, I guess.” You mumble, feeling a bit awkward now that it was just you and her.

She blinks up at you, surprised by your admission. “Uh – yeah, this wasn’t bad. Surprising, but not bad.”

A small smile creeps on your face, “Okay, well I guess I’ll see you later… or whenever our managers say we need to be seen together again.”

She laughs, nodding, “Yeah…”

A bright flash from your peripheral has you blinking, unfocused. “What the–”

“Paps…” She sighs. “Kiss my cheek.”

“What?” You asked bewildered.

She sends you a pointed look, turning her back from the direction of the flash so they couldn’t see her face. “Kiss my cheek, they’ll take a picture and then they’ll know we’re not just gal pals.”

Jenna is rolling her eyes but you’re still stuck in your spot. “Y/N.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you clear your throat, “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Something indecipherable shines in her eyes, but it disappears as she blinks, “You’re not asking for my hand in marriage, Y/N. Just kiss my cheek.”

Blushing, you lean down. Shyly placing your lips on her soft-dimpled cheek – she leans into the contact, placing a hand on your neck. Immediately, a flurry of bright flashes and sounds of clicking interrupt the moment.

“Goodnight, Jenna.” You say softly once you pulled away; ignoring the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

“Goodnight.” She takes a moment to look at you before walking to unlock her gate.

You wait until she opens the metal door; not missing the kind eyes she shoots you as she shuts the gate. Only once Jenna’s out of your view did you let out a deep sigh, turning around.

“Y/N! Over here! Did you just kiss Jenna Ortega? What about the singer you were with in Vegas? Are you two over?”

You didn’t want to give the paparazzi lurking on her street more reason to stay, so you keep your head down ignoring their shouting and slip into your car.

●●●

“How was it?” Her sister’s voice can be heard on her phone.

“Awful – she’s a menace, Mia.” Jenna replies as she opens her fridge, looking for a mid-afternoon snack.

It was now Sunday afternoon and as predicted – you and Jenna are the top headline of every major news outlet in America.

“Did you tell her that you loved her in Little Women?”

“What? No, of course not! I’m not gonna tell her that.”

“Why not? You watched that movie like five times when it came out.” Her sister reminds.

“Shut up, Mia.”

“Okay, anyways…” She trails off, laughing. “I saw the pictures. You’re smiling pretty wide with her. Also the kiss on the cheek when she was dropping you off? Chef’s kiss. Just perfect.”

Jenna rolls her eyes, “It’s all part of the act. Of course, I look happy.”

“There’s videos of you jumping on her. I can barely scroll through my Twitter feed without seeing an edit of you two at the game.”

“Stop. I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” Jenna snaps.

“Okay, okay…” Mia laughs and Jenna can picture her raising her hands in surrender. “Let’s talk about New York, are you excited?’

Jenna lets out a repressed sigh. With all of this PR mess with you, she hasn’t had time to think about how busy her schedule is about to be. The Scream VI premiere and SNL is inching closer and the Coachella native is feeling the familiar phantoms of anxiety rumbling in her chest.

“Yeah, of course, I am. It’s SNL…”

“But?” Aliyah, her younger sister’s voice comes out of nowhere.

“But it’s SNL!” Jenna exclaims, “It’s a big deal! What if… what if I fuck up? Or I break character?”

“Okay… let’s take a deep breath,” Mia speaks up. She recognizes her sister’s looming anxiety and knew she had to act before the young actress sends herself into a panic. “You will kill it, like you always do and you won’t mess up. It’s okay to be a little nervous.

“Right, right.” Jenna agrees but the weighted pressure in her chest was still to creeping in.

Mia hums over the line unconvinced, “Listen, the whole family is flying in before your premiere. So don’t worry, we’ll be there, cheering you on!”

Jenna can’t fight the smile that creeps up on her face. The thought of her family being there on one of the most important nights of her career is all she needs. They always had her back, picking her up when she felt like she couldn’t do it anymore. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate that.”

●●●

“You want me to fly to New York, to what– be her personal cheerleader?” You dead-pan, watching as Link frantically throws clothes and shoes into a suitcase.

It’s been about a week since the Lakers and Celtics game and news of you and Jenna’s night out in town are still abuzz. The two of you made a couple more subtle appearances over the last couple of days and the media is eating it up shamelessly. Pictures of you and the star are plastered on the front pages; be it grabbing coffee or grocery shopping or walking your dog at the park.

Now, you couldn’t even step outside without someone hurling Jenna’s name at you.

But you couldn’t lie. It was nice to have some company while you run your errands. Only yours though — you hated when you had to do hers. Jenna always thought too hard about which cereal to get, like she’s ever home to eat it.

‘New budding romance in Hollywood? Do we have a new power couple on the rise with Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega? These two seem to be getting to know each other well… click here to read more’

Was the first thing you read when you turned on your phone this morning.

Of course, it’s never that easy because there are still a handful of nobodies sending hateful messages about your criminal escapades – not everyone was convinced.

Some well-known people on social media – people you personally know are adding fuel to the fire; engaging in discourses of you and Jenna and if you are dragging her down just by being associated with you.

Fake-ass motherfuckers.

“Yes, I think those are the exact words Jake and Liv put in their texts, actually.” He reaches for his phone to read over the message; mocking you.

“Stop, Link…” You run a hand on your face, “Tell them I’m not going. I have better things to do, Coachella is right around the corner and I literally have a song I need to send to my producer.”

He watches as you childishly cross your arms, scowling.

If you weren’t his best friend he would’ve said goodbye to the Hollywood life – too rich for his blood. Link wasn’t sure how he still put up with your attitude after all these years. Could you have said those words any more snobbishly?

“Are you done?”

“No.”

“Well you don’t have a damn choice. Now, take a shower – Marcus will be here in an hour to drive us to LAX. And you can record in New York, no one said you had to be attached to Jenna’s hip.”

“What if I don’t want to.” You stand your ground.

“Don’t do this today, Y/N.” He sighs.

For a few moments, you hold your ground; contemplating if you should dig a hole and barricade yourself – metaphorically, of course. But never say never.

Link raises a challenging brow – daring you to try him today.

Wow, someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed…

Knowing what that look meant, you knew when to pick your battles and accepted the loss, trudging over to the master bathroom but not before slamming the door behind you.

“Don’t be slamming doors ‘round here! I don’t care if the house is under your name.” He shouts from the other side.

“Fuck off!” You yell back, yanking your shirt off as the water turns hot.

He is such a dad.

–

“What are you doing here?”

“Hi to you too, Jenna. How was your day? Mine was great, the flight was a bit bumpy but I can handle a ‘lil turbulence. Thanks for asking.” You reply, ignoring the furrow in her brow hidden behind the silky fringe.

You wonder what conditioner she uses to get her hair looking that soft.

“Y/N…” Jenna sighs, walking past you to enter your hotel suite. Walking into the living room to place her shoulder bag on the coffee table then she turns to face you, crossing her arms still waiting for an answer. “I’m serious, why are you in New York.”

You lean against a wooden panel, crossing your arms as well. “Didn’t your team tell you?”

Her frown deepens, patience thinning the longer you beat around the bush. “Obviously not or I wouldn’t be here.”

“Okay relax…” You warn not appreciating her tone. You literally just landed an hour ago and it’s almost midnight East Coast time. The timezone switch is fucking with you and her attitude is the last thing you need.

“Don’t tell me to relax.” She snaps. The young actress hated those words, it always made her more riled up.

You scoff trying your hardest not to snap back but controlling your anger has never been your strong suit. “Why do you think I’m here? Liv told me I had to show face for your premiere and SNL episode. Be your cheerleader or some shit.”

She drops her arms, frown still etched on her soft face. What? Ignore that.

“Shit, I think Sarah might’ve mentioned it but I was just so busy with rehearsal and fittings with Enrique that I didn’t see.” Jenna sighs, rubbing her forehead.

For the first time since she barged into your room – you take a moment to scan her. Her face is bare and makeup free but you can see the dark smudges from her eyeliner earlier today just under the lashline. She was dressed in a large sweater and mismatched sweatpants; the sleeves are so long it covers half her hands and her short wavy locks tied into a messy low bun.

Her clothes practically engulfed her tiny stature. You figure this is a pretty rare sight that most people aren’t privy to and suddenly you’re unsure as to why it’s so hard to look away.

“I didn’t mean to snap… I’m sorry.” She says quietly, looking at you like she was genuinely apologetic.

“It’s fine…” You shrug and pushed off the wall to sit on the couch. Everyone has their days, you thought.

“I didn’t mean to ambush you. I really thought you knew I’d be here.” You turn on the TV, not being to stand the silence in the large room.

Jenna sits down beside you, tucking her feet against her chest. When did she take off her shoes? “It’s not your fault.”

The sigh she lets out is heavy and something tells you there’s some meaning behind it too. But you didn’t feel like it was your business so you zip it and continue watching the TV drone on about a program you don’t care about.

“I saw clips of your SNL promo… I thought it was hilarious – you were great and that reporter outfit? So cool.” You change the subject. It gets her to smile as her dimples poke out, a little shy now.

“It’s so cringy.” She covers her face.

“Awh, nah… the internet loved it.” You laugh, a little amused that the actress was all flushed by a single compliment.

Call it big-headed, call it ego, call it whatever you want but you personally relished it when people fawned over you.

“Of course they did. They’re the whole reason for the meme.” She rolls her eyes after dropping her hands but she still had a toothy smile.

“I bet that dance follows you everywhere…”

“Every. Fucking. Day.” She says then raises a brow at you, “How do you know about the dance, though?’

You send her an affronted look, “I’m not a grandmother, Jenna. I know what’s hip with the kids.”

She snorts, “You’re an idiot – I just mean, I didn’t think you were on TikTok like that with a schedule like yours. Also, that app is toxic.”

“Every social media app can be toxic.” You quip, “But get off your high horse, your majesty. I literally just saw a couple of edits on Twitter of it.”

“Uh huh…” She hums, unconvinced, if the side glance she throws you was any indication. “But yeah the writers wanted to do a bit with Wednesday and this is what we came up with.”

“Well, I think it’s genius… from a business standpoint.” You offer up, nudging her shoulder then turning back to the TV.

You miss Jenna’s bothered frown. “Business standpoint?”

“Yeah,” You say off-handedly, “It’s smart, good for you.”

“Are most things a ‘business standpoint’ for you?” She asks, genuinely curious about what you could mean.

“Hmm. I guess I never thought of it like that but now that I’m saying it out loud, yeah, kinda.” You shrug, thinking about it.

Most of the interactions in Hollywood that you have had are based on transactions and is usually for your own self-interest.

“...That’s kinda sad.” She says getting you to turn.

“What does that mean?” You frown.

“I’m just saying… there’s more to this industry than business deals and brand offers.” This time Jenna offers up a thought but it sounds a bit judgemental to you, shrugging.

You’re furrowing your brows, sitting up straight. “Look, you don’t even know me. Just forget what I said.”

But the laugh she lets out grinds your gears in the most unpleasant way.

Jenna holds up her hands in surrender but it feels mocking. “Clearly…” She emphasizes. “But I’m just saying, there’s no need to get all defensive.”

“Okay, I don’t know what kind of shit you were dealing with today but don’t take it out on me. Don’t come to my room talking about things you know nothing about.” You glower.

She matches your frown, standing. “It kinda sounds like you’re the one dealing with something, actually.”

“I think you should leave.” Your glare turns sharp and cold, standing too.

“Already on my way out.” She scoffed, snatching her bag aggressively off the coffee table then turns to walk to the front door.

You follow to make sure the door hits her on the way out but she stops abruptly by the hall causing you to trip on your own feet to not tumble over her.

“I think you should go back to L.A.” She glares up at you, tightly clutching her shoulder bag.

The laugh you let out is humourless, stepping back to create space between you and the other actress. “And get my ass handed to me by Jake, Liv and Sarah? They’re like four horsemen of the apocalypse – just searching for their last member. No thanks. You got a problem with me here? You deal with it.”

She clenches her jaw, “Done. Leave it to me.” Then turns and leaves making sure to slam the door shut.

Those hotel doors weigh a fuck ton, how did she do that? And what did she mean leave it to me?

“Can I come out now?” Link peeks his head out from the adjoining room; fear present on his features.

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flashbangstars · 1 year ago

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NCT dream as people you met on public transport

as someone who lives in a big city this was simply fitting

Mark

he took the last seat as you both got on at the same stop

he made awkward eye contact as he notices you standing infront of him as he was sitting

and them proceeded to look at you ever couple minutes while he was sitting

he had headphones in, but with how shit they were you could hear the justin bieber songs leaking through and he was now on his 6th jb song

it was like he literally had just a jb playlist

GOD ANOTHER ONE

every time the train would stop for a station he would pull one earbud out and look around wildly and then once he realized it wasn't his spot he would put the earbud back

when you had zoned out staring off into the distance you felt a poke at your leg.

"you can have my seat when I get off"

#1 jb stan was being a gentlemen

you weren't sure if he was aware, but he had been loudly humming the songs as they past and he currently was halfway through one less lonely girl

when the train slowed to your stop, jb stan shot up abruptly leaving less than 2 inches between the two of you

and like screeched a little bit?

Running towards the exit of the train and waiting for the doors to open

once they opened he darted across the platform to the same train on the other side going the opposite way

Justin bieber boy missed his stop too lost in the jb sauce : (

Renjun

your usual go to is putting ur backpack on the seat next to you, (because you get enjoyment from being an asshole)

two stops into your commute, shorty came up to you and pointed at your backpack

you took your airpod out and looked up

"can you move your bag

no "please", no "is it ok" NOTHING

you begrudgingly moved your bag onto to your lap

he sat down next to you and put his own headphones on

the good news was he smelled really good

like sophisticated richness

like he owned a yacht and went to expensive restaurants

you just usually stole whatever perfume your roommate left out in the bathroom (with permission)

and why are the mean looking bitches always hot??

He looks like he perpetually sucks on lemons, but I want him!

halfway through the ride you had been zoned out and knew your stop wasn't for a bit, you felt a tug at your bag

your ass clenched in fear, cuz like am I being robbed??

looking down slightly you watched as ice prince was mindlessly playing with the keychain that hung from your bag that was in his space

you didn't move a inch as if not to spook him (jesus christ hes not a fucking animal)

he then snapped out of it and dropped the keychain and looked up quickly to see if you noticed, not expecting you to be already looking

he flinched a bit and eyes widened

"oh.. I'm so sorry" he apologized putting his hands up

you reach down again and grab the keychain he had been playing with and hold it up

"I got it from gas station because I thought it was cool"

his small hand slowly creeped down again to grab the keychain once more

"oh, It looks really cool" he said softly and played with the charms

you two then spent the rest of the trip talking about the trinkets on your bags

Jeno

he was on the train when you got on, he was sitting at one of the double seats by the door

when he saw you get on he moved his sports duffle from the seat next to him onto the floor and gave you that look of "you can sit here if you want"

he had on those big over ear headphones and a giant ass hoodie n sweats

if you were being honest he was kinda hot

when you sat down next to him it was incredibly hard to not make awkward eye contact with him as he was beside you

it was semi hot outside since it was the end of spring and so you both were in shorts

you had that weird skin to skin contact at first and I think it sparked some sort of carnal desire

very much so a inside us there are two wolves moment

you couldn't even tell anyone about your experience because he could see your screen and you didn't have one of those privacy ones!

you had to suffer in silence, job harder than the soldiers : (

when your stop came, you went. reach above and pull the line, but he beat you to it and reached his arm over you doing it first.

well now you just had to follow him home!

kidding!

Haechan

You had 10 stops before yours, and you were sitting in front of the lit up board that tracked the stops.

your roommate got on usually 5 stops after you to join you otw home so you weren't worried about missing the stop

You put headphones in and leaned your head back to escape the harsh bright lights of the train.

30 minutes pass and you open your eyes to your roommate sitting on the side opposite you with a devious ass look on her face

the rest of your body wakes up from your power nap and become aware of the weight on your head and your arms

you had fallen asleep and wrapped your hands around the arm of the guy next to you..

and you had rested your head on his shoulder...

what the FUCK DO I DO NOW?

A Midst your panic you notice the weight on top of your head....

HE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP ON YOU????

you slowly snake your hand out from his arm and check your phone.

you had 67 notifications in your groupchat...

opening it, you find 7 pictures of you and this literally STRANGER asleep on each other.

waitttttt.... whys he kinda hot......

this actually may not be bad!

love and affection FOR THE FREE?

lemme take my ass back to sleep

the next time you woke up you had been repositioned now with your head on your friends shoulder

damn how fucking hard did you sleep....

you look around and nap stranger had disappeared

you felt your heart clench at the loss of your momentary wattpad relationship, mourning the hot man who had fallen asleep on you

becoming aware of your limbs again you tighten your grip around your phone and bring it up to check the notifications to find a bright yellow post it note stuck to the screen

"thanks for the nap : ) 999-999-9999"

this was a major win for women everywhere

Jaemin

the bus in the morning was this like devastating liminal space

it was cold

the lights were bright

and you kinda wanted to get hit by the bus

because of how early it is, you usually were one of the only people on the bus

today two stops in a fucking mens model on on the bus!!

sir what are you doing in this metal prison!

he sat in the back on the raised portion while you stayed in the front

you glanced up to look at him again, because.. shit if this was going to be the highlight of your morning you would take it

but when you looked up you made direct eye contact with him

playing off smoothly you did the thing where you kinda look to the side ish

looking back again you make eye contact AGAIN

hello???

as you two hold this prolonged eye contact, he raised his hand and waVED?

yall hear that meowing??? thats just my puss- GUNSHOTS

you wave back and smile your best "Im a innocent girl, but can take it like a champ" smile

and watch as he grabs his bag and stands

ur ass clenches thinking this will be the last time you may come across prince charming, but then unclenches when you realize it is also your stop

Getting up you follow ahead and go to the door exiting. walking down the street in the early morning listening to some fuckass songs trying to make the reality of 8 am classes seem better

when a hand grips your shoulder

21 years of being a woman and also a anxious mess you scream and turn around with your hands up

just to see sexy man from bus!

sexy man from bus what are you doing here?

"i am so sorry, you just didn't here me calling, so I just grabbed you I don't know why I did that, especially you're a woman alone, I don't know why I didn't think of that first?.."

sexy bus man was now rambling

"its ok!!" you say trying to put SBM (sexy bus man) out of his misery

"oh uh, well you left this on the bus, when you got up I think it got stuck on the seat, and i figured since we got off at the same stop I would just grab it.."

rambling seemed to be a common occurrence for SBM

looking down you saw the familiar hello kitty keychain you had on the back of your bag that you spent way to much money on a claw game for in his hand

"thank you sexy bu- SIR"

"..... your welcome"

Chenle

it was 7am on a Wednesday night and bro just got on the train in a pair of sunglasses on.

it was almost never that serious

it was in the morning and you were waiting for a friend and saving a seat hence the double seat with one side with your backpack

the sunglasses walked down the aisle and stopped at your chair.

not even asking, he grabbed your backpack with his grimy hands and moved it to be next to you, then sitting down opposite

you literally felt your eye twitch because like HUH?

"excuse me? I'm waiting for someone, they literally just got on at this stop"

sunglasses perked up the slightest and directed his gaze towards you "I don't see them"

you literally felt your eye twitch again and you chest tighten because of the audacity

your friend at that moment walked into the car, prompting you to point and say "okay well she's here now, you can move"

to which sunglasses shrugged and and said "I'm comfortable, why are you so opposed to sharing?"

you heard your friend laugh in disbelief and your eye twitched AGAIN

Your friend squished in next to you and you ended up sitting across from Sunglasses

your thighs were burning from you sitting tightly so your knees wouldn't brush, and your resolve to stare at him until his exploded was dwindling

with a huff you relaxed and felt your knee nudge his and cried a little inside but dealt with it

When the train arrived you got up and walked out of the seat before he could and went to your bus stop

sitting at the bend you felt a tap at your shoulder and looked up

GASP it was sunglasses! without sunglasses!

GASP why was sunglasses kinda hot!?

GASP wait why sunglasses here?!!!

Sunglasses smiled a bit and put his hand out "I figure I'd introduce myself, since we had such a lovely time on the train together, I'm Chenle"

you could feel how wide your mouth was hanging in disbelief and you stared at the surprisingly well manicured hand in front of you

but deciding against your morals, you shook his hand and introduced yourself

"nice to meet you Y/N, you wouldn't mind if we sat together on the bus right"

Jisung

The train during rush hour was a fucking nightmare, your class ended at 4:50 and the only line that could take you to your apartment from the university is the most popular one

when the door open you pushed in to the train and literally no seats were open.

you gripped the railing and tried to widen your stance a bit to keep stability

the train started and apparently the conductor was having a bad fucking day because he was fucking stomping on the breaks

each stop jolted you so aggressively that you feared for your life and dignity if you were to fall on this here train

after about three stops of fighting for you life, your hand was beginning to be slip from the sweat on the railing and your arm was throbbing from tensing for the last 20 minutes

all of a sudden the conductor hits the break once

...your hand slipping from the railing

and then hits it again a second time

.........you lose your footing

you fall backwards and close your eyes waiting to land embarrassingly on your ass.

instead............

you fall on the seats behind you

you feel a hand out of instinct grab your waist to stop you from falling more and another hand goes on your thigh to stop your legs.

opening your eyes you make eye contact with someone.....who honestly looks more scared/embarrassed than you are??

He looks like a guy around your age and is staring at you with these dark eyes as if you were taking your last dying breath in his lap

"are you okay" he asks sounding... once again more embarrassed than you were!???

"I'm okay! thank you!" you say still sitting bridal style in his lap

neither of you moves

like he still is deadass cradling you right now in public

"uh can I get up...?" you say and you watch his face flush red all over

"OH yeah, I'm so sorry" he says unhanding you

you stand in front of him and grab onto the loop in front of him

and..... you both spend the rest of the train ride avoiding eye contact because you both turn red when you do meet eyes.

______

im going to proofread later pls excuse if it seems like im illiterate

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 10 months ago

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secrets. ( justin russo x reader )

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You were close to your cousin Zeke, more so than your older siblings, and while you were a year younger than him, he was the one who pulled you along to join him while your siblings often argued it 'wasn't cool' to hang around with their younger sister. Zeke was energetic, goofy and when you were having a bad day he was the only one who could make you laugh.

Due to how close you were with Zeke, you spent a lot of time with Justin who was your first crush and from the moment you met him you only fell more in love with him. When you entered the science fair, the duo helped you win first place, and while Zeke threw his hands in the air as he cheered, almost blurting out that you hadn't worked alone until Justin intervened, the older Russo had brought you into a brief hug, flashing a smile that made your heart pound so loud it drowned out the clapping and Zeke's cheering.

As you grew older you learned how to hide your feelings better, and what better way to do it than in plain sight? Justin was stunned the first time you flirted with him but as time went by it was typical of you both to flirt back and forth, while Zeke remained oblivious to the fact his best friend was falling for his cousin right in front of him.

"I think something is going on with Y/N." Zeke crossed his arms like a concerned parent and Justin halted his movements, looking at his friend.

Recently your cousin noticed the change in your behavior. You would get a call and leave the room he was in to answer it and hide your phone when you got certain text messages. You were working on homework you had set aside in favor of spending time with your boyfriend and after two weeks of your odd behavior, Zeke decided to get a second opinion, approaching where Justin was sweeping the floor.

He looked over at where you were writing an essay on a novel you had read for class, a small smile appearing on his lips briefly before he masked it, shrugging his shoulders as he turned to Zeke.

"She seems fine to me."

"She gets phone calls and texts and either leaves the room or hides the messages from me. I think she's seeing someone."

"What?" Justin scoffed, "That's crazy. Y/N dating someone? She would've said something. Has she said something?" Justin stammered, failing to appear nonchalant.

Zeke shook his head, "But I know her. She's definitely hiding something. A boyfriend. She's got a secret boyfriend."

Justin let his jaw drop, looking at his friend with a stunned expression. "Well - that - she has - wow!"

"We tell each other everything. Why does she feel like she needed to hide this from me?" Zeke frowned, oblivious to his best friend's poor acting skills.

"Maybe she didn't want to make things awkward," Justin replied. It was one of the reasons you had both agreed to keep your relationship a secret until you tested the waters with no outside influence. That way if things fizzled out on their own, Zeke wouldn't feel caught in the middle between his cousin and his best friend, but Justin only felt the heat intensify.

He looked over at where you were texting on your cell phone. He really needed to talk to you about that. Did you feel the same way? Or were your feelings fizzling out? And if so, what could he do to change your mind? Damn it, he really needed to get you alone.

"Don't say anything to her, will you? I don't want her to know that we know." Zeke joined the table where you were sitting and Justin took out his phone, sending you a text message before going outside. You looked at your phone, holding it so Zeke couldn't read the message. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw Justin's text and slid out of the booth, standing up.

"I'll be right back."

"Cool cool cool." Zeke rambled and you looked at him worriedly before heading outside, looking around for Justin who took your hand and pulled you out of sight of the windows.

"What -"

"He knows," He said. "Well, he doesn't know who you are dating but he knows that you are dating someone."

"That's why he's acting so weird. Correction: weirder than usual." You sighed, a frown forming on your lips.

"We agreed not to tell him until we spend some time together as a couple. That we would break up, no fuss, if things fizzled out."

Your frown deepened, "You want to break up?"

"No!" He exclaimed, "No, no, no. I am very pro-staying together. I just wanted to know how you felt."

A smile formed on your lips as you stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest as you kissed him tenderly. Justin closed his eyes, his hands rising to your arms, as his lips moulded with yours.

"Oh, my god!" You broke apart when you heard Zeke's voice, turning to face your shocked cousin with wide eyes and faded lipstick on your lips.

You looked at Justin who breathlessly called Zeke's name, frozen in place. You gestured to his lips and he shook his head.

"I can't, I'm too freaked out."

You looked at your cousin when he repeated the same three words over and over again, following each step as he paced back and forth.

"Y-You a-a-nd h-him?" Zeke stammered, waggling a finger between you and Justin.

"We didn't tell you because we didn't want to make things awkward between us." You explained gently, "It's always been the three of us and if things didn't work out I didn't want you to feel stuck in the middle."

Zeke looked at Justin, his stunned expression becoming unnervingly serious, "Why would you break up with her?" Before Justin could answer, he continued, "What? She's not good enough for you?"

"No!" Justin shot down, holding his hands up, stuttering as he attempted to elaborate when Zeke raised an eyebrow, walking towards him. "No, I'm not breaking up with her! I'm in love with her!"

You looked at your boyfriend in surprise at his admission, "You're in love with me?"

Justin met your gaze, nodding. "How could I not be? You're perfect."

You smiled and he mirrored it. "I love you too."

Before you could step towards him, Zeke held you back and the smile forming on Justin's lips dropped. "I love you both but I'm not ready to see you kissing again yet."

Justin's shoulders slouched in relief, while you turned to your cousin with a smile. "You're really cool with this?"

"Yeah, the coolest." Zeke grinned down at you before looking at Justin with a serious expression, "Seriously no kissing for at least a month. I'm traumatized."

Justin nodded, immediately agreeing and he held his hand out, thanking Zeke who pulled him into a hug, patting each other on the back before stepping away.

Zeke headed inside the substation and you watched him go with a smile before turning to Justin, tilting your head up when he stood closer than you expected. Your smile grew when he kissed you, placing your hands on his forearms while his hands rested on your cheeks.

"Say it again." He murmured as he broke the kiss.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love y-" You trailed off with a giggle as he reignited your kiss.

#justin russo #justin russo x reader #wizards of waverly place

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jjscrybaby · 2 days ago

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teenage fantasy masterlist.

CHAPTER TWO - the lucky compass

warnings: mentions of guns, language, grief,

authors note: jj doesn’t feature in this chapter, this is sort of a slow burner but also i have to get TR into the storyline! for the rafe girlies, this chapter is for you. this chapter is also quite a bit shorter than the previous one, but the next one should be longer!

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“John B has officially lost it,” Sarah announced as she came wandering into your room, your eyes flickering up from the old magazine you were reading; you hadn’t read this much since you were a kid, but there’s hardly anything to do with the power outage.

“Hm?” You hummed, folding the corner of the page so you didn’t lose the story of Justin and Selena — this thing must be old.

“I’m, like, ninety nine percent sure that he stole from my dad. I slept on the boat last night, my room is way too hot, and I woke up at, like, six this morning to him returning some scuba gear,” she explained, using air quotes on ‘returning’.

You weren’t sure why she was telling you this. You hadn’t heard a word about John B your entire life, but ever since the Kegger from hell the other night it seemed Sarah couldn’t get him off her mind. One minute she’s complaining about how annoying he is, the next it’s about his crazy friends, and then she’ll be asking if you think she should go round and make sure he’s okay.

“You gonna tell Ward?” You asked, sitting up from the position you’d be comfortably laying in.

Sarah shrugged, hesitating before she shook her head. “He’d probably get fired, I don’t want that. I just… he I dunno. Anyways, are you ready?”

“For?” You asked, tilting your head at her in confusion. Your plan for the day was to just chill, after the other night you’d decided you wouldn’t be going out for at least a week.

“Top and Kelce are coming over,” she explained, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Apparently Kelce hasn’t stopped going on about you. He thinks he’s getting lucky. Hopefully he hasn’t mentioned that to Rafe.”

You snorted, shaking your head at the idea. “He can think whatever he wants, it’s not happening.”

“Really? I thought maybe you were feeling it?” Sarah asked.

You were yet to tell her about your make out session with the gun wielding Pogue. You were going to, but then he held said gun to her boyfriend’s head and it felt a little awkward to admit to. The other part you didn’t want to admit to was how you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The slight manic episode he’d had was a turn-off, but that wasn’t the JJ you’d met a few hours prior. You’d met a charming, hot, funny guy who was now stuck on your mind like glue.

“We’ll see,” you murmured. “Guess I better get ready then?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, Rafe’s gonna be around and I highly doubt Kelce will try anything in front of him. It’s a known fact you’re his future wife,” Sarah teased, already up to look through your half-unpacked bag.

“Never say that again,” you cringed.

Maybe there was a time you’d seen Rafe in a different light, last summer when the two of you were hanging out more you had thought about it. You knew he’d take care of you, not just due to the fact his family had more money than you’d ever know but he looked after the people he cared about; the very few people. He could be sweet, when he wanted to, and he wasn’t bad to look at. But then you’d get in your own head, you’d remember this was Rafe. The same Rafe who used to cry at Bambi and threw up the first time he smoked a cigarette.

Sarah chose your outfit, some denim shorts and a bikini top, one of the best parts about being in the OBX was that you could just walk around in a bikini and no one would bat an eye. In heat like this, especially with no air-con, the thought of being fully clothed made your skin itch.

“Girls,” Rose greeted with a nod as you walked outside, as robotic as always.

“Afternoon,” you replied in the same tone.

You’d never been a huge fan of Ward’s wife. It didn’t make much sense, because you’d known her for almost ten years, but she was just so different from Sarah’s mom. You were young when she died, but you would always remember her warm smile and her famous ice cream sandwiches she’d make for you kids when the sun started to set.

Sarah scared the hell out of all of you as she pretended to be electrocuted whilst saving a little girls toy, but what scared you more was the feeling of an arm wrapping around your waist. You turned your head, half expecting Kelce to be stood there, but instead it was Rafe.

“Hey,” you greeted, giving him, Topper and Kelce a smile.

“Where’ve you been?” Rafe asked.

“Here,” you shrugged. “The other night tired me out. I’m not as used to partying as the rest of you.”

“Well, I can promise they’re not all like that. The ones that don’t involve Pogues don’t normally end like that,” Kelce reassured. “A friend of ours is throwing one tomorrow night if you’re up for it.”

“Down on the beach again?” You asked. Sarah had briefly mentioned this to you, but then she got more into telling you about a beach clean up.

“No. At his house. No Pogues, no guns,” Kelce responded.

“No threats to my life,” Topper joked, you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

Of course having a gun held to your head would be utterly terrifying, but after you’ve tried to drown someone else it feels more deserved. You weren’t sure how it would come across if you said that, so you stayed quiet as Sarah started to walk over.

“Here’s the drama queen herself,” Rafe stated, nodding to his sister.

Sarah dramatically bowed, making you giggle. The group of you wandered over to the table and sat down, you in between Rafe and Kelce. Rafe’s arm rested around your shoulders; he was proving a point. You assumed Kelce had said something to him and now he was standing his ground, trying to prove you were his.

“So, uh, John B? His dad’s the one that went missing?” You asked. They all looked at you. “Well, I heard the comment that Topper made.”

“C’mon, that was deserved,” Topper huffed. It was clear he didn’t get called out often.

“What did you say?” Rafe questioned.

“I don’t—”

“Asked if he should ‘drown him like his old man’,” you explained. Rafe and Sarah turned to you, sympathetic looks on their faces.

“That ain’t right, man,” Rafe sighed.

“Now you’re defending him?” Topper scoffed, as if he couldn’t believe that Rafe would do such a thing. He was right, he wouldn’t.

Rafe isn’t defending John B, he’s defending you.

There was no way Topper could’ve known what happened in your family, unless one of them two had mentioned it to him but you doubted that. Maybe that just proved that you should think before you speak, but these boys didn’t seem like they did that often.

“Shut it, man,” Rafe replied, shooting him a glare.

“Yeah, it’s John B’s dad that went missing,” Sarah chimed in, answering your previous question.

You just nodded in response, an awkward silence took over the table but Rafe was quick to interrupt it. “C’mon, you can help me grab some beers.” He tapped your arm.

“Okay,” you agreed, getting up from your seat to follow him inside.

You leant against the kitchen counter as he grabbed the cooler filled to the brim with cans, but he didn’t make any move to head back outside. “Topper’s a dick.”

“I can tell,” you laughed, earning a small smirk from him.

“I mean it. He doesn’t think about what he says, y’know? I mean, I’m sure he wasn’t really going to drown John B, he wouldn’t have the guts. But, he shouldn’t have said that,” Rafe rambled.

“It’s not your fault that your friends an idiot, Rafe,” you reassured. You could feel the guilt radiating off of him.

He nodded his head, looking down at his shoes. “How’s, uh, how’s your dad? How’s Josh?” He asked, coughing awkwardly.

“Josh is fine. College is good.” You purposely ignored the part about your dad. He’d see him in a couple days anyway, he could make his own decision on how he was.

Rafe nodded again, giving you one of those sympathetic smiles you were getting sick of. It’s all you’d see at home, even going to your local grocery store it felt like everyone in there knew who you were; the girl with the dead mom. You didn’t think you’d have to deal with that here, but turns out you couldn’t escape who you were.

“C’mon. We shouldn’t leave them out there alone for too long, they’re all idiots,” Rafe smirked, picking up the cooler.

“Sarah can keep ‘em in check, I’m sure,” you laughed, he shrugged his shoulders.

You only drank two beers before you got bored. Topper and Kelce were the last people you wanted to spend this summer with, but with him being Sarah’s boyfriend and all you figured you didn’t have much of a choice. You went to your room for a few hours, fell asleep, and woke up to a quiet house.

It had been a couple days since you’d left the house, and with the sun starting to set outside you thought a walk would be nice. You grabbed your sliders and made your way outside, not bumping into anyone as you left. The first half of your venture was calming, but once you spotted John B sprinting down the road you couldn’t help but call after him.

“Hey! You probably shouldn’t be doing that much exercise after nearly drowning!” You yelled. He stopped in his tracks, turning to face you. His eye was black and bruised, a distant look in them. “Jesus, not lookin’ too hot.”

“Appreciate it,” he muttered. “Uh, you’re the one that dragged me out of the water?”

“That would be me,” you nodded, coming up to stand in front of him.

“Thanks, for that. Guess my friends were a little preoccupied,” he said.

“With the gun situation? Yeah, I’d say so.”

He let out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Sorry about that. JJ can get a little intense, but he means no harm… most of the time. He wasn’t really going to shoot Topper.”

“I’m sure,” you murmured. Even the mention of his name had your cheeks heating up. “Uh, so, where are you going? Seems like you need to get there quickly.”

“I just— I had a pretty awful day,” he admitted, sitting down on a wall beside you.

You hesitantly sat down next to him, crossing your legs. “Yeah? Even worse than yesterday?” You nodded to his black eye, making him chuckle.

“I got arrested a few hours ago, and then fired, and then chased by some men that want something I have… had,” he briefly explained, making your eyes widen.

“Yeah. Shitty day,” you agreed. “You got fired? By Ward?”

“You know him?” John B asked. You just nodded, deciding not to divulge the information that he’s pretty much your second father. “I did something stupid and his daughter snitched on me.”

“Sarah?” He nodded. “I— really? Are you sure?” From what Sarah had been telling you earlier, it sounded like she was set on keeping the information to herself.

“She’s the only one that knew,” he shrugged.

“What did these men want, then?” You asked, deciding to change the subject before you had to fight these stranger in your best friend’s honour.

John B sighed, looking as if he was debating if he should open up to you or not. “Somethin’ of my dad’s. He, uh, he went missing nine months ago and I guess I’m trying to look for signs that he’s still out there.”

In a way you understood where he was coming from. You knew your mom was dead, you knew she wasn’t coming back, but what you didn’t understand was why.

“It’s okay to wonder,” you said softly. “Can’t let yourself go crazy about it, though.”

“You sound like my friends,” he laughed.

“Sounds like you have smart friends,” you shrugged, leg jumping beneath you. “I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Thanks, Juliet,” he mumbled.

You looked at him in confusion. “My name isn’t Juliet.”

“What?” He questioned. “Uh, sorry, that’s what JJ’s been calling you since the other night. Continuously.”

The thought of JJ talking about you made your heart stutter. He hadn’t forgotten about you? You let out a soft giggle, shaking your head. “I didn’t tell him my name. It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” John B repeated. “Well, it’s nice to officially meet the girl that saved my life.”

“I just saved you from your swim, JJ did the rest,” you replied, waving him off.

He shrugged. “I should get going. Got some stuff to do. I, uh, thanks for listenin’ to me go on. I was close to a breakdown.”

“No worries,” you smiled, standing up from your seat on the wall. “See you around.” You expected you’d see him maybe two more times the whole summer.

“See you,” he grinned, before turning around to walk towards the Cut.

For your walk back to Tannyhill you thought about JJ. You sort of hoped John B wouldn’t tell him your name, the mystery of it all was exciting. Kie could have already told him, but she didn’t seem like she’d want to spend even a second talking about you.

Sarah was in your room when you got back. “I’ve been looking for you. John B is such an ass—”

“I kissed JJ!” You blurted out. It had been eating you up inside, not telling her. If you’d been able to stop thinking about him maybe you wouldn’t have cared so much.

“You… what?” She looked at you in confusion.

“At the kegger, before the whole…” you demonstrated holding a gun.

Sarah burst into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth with her hands. “Sorry— sorry, I just… I can’t believe I didn’t think of him. Of course you’d like him, he’s your type to a T.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, brows furrowing.

“Well… he’s got that whole ‘bad boy’ vibe, but from what I’ve seen he’s pretty funny and not a huge dick,” Sarah explained, smiling up at you.

“That is so not my type,” you argued, scowling as she carried on giggling. “It was just a kiss. I doubt I’ll see him again.”

“Whatever you say,” Sarah sang.

Before you knew it she was rambling on about John B, and then Topper, and you let your mind drift away to the blonde Pogue who had been talking about you to his friends.

#teenage fantasy #jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #outerbanks rewrite #obx

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martiniblues · 2 years ago

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if i was your boyfriend ; 이민형

paring idol!mark x female!reader ft. bestfriend!jaemin

synopsis when your bestfriend invites you over to hang out with his friends, you are set on making this night purely fun. even if one of his closest friends and your longtime crush, mark lee, is there as well. but just when you’re set on these feelings being one-sided, one drunkenly sung song might just prove you wrong.

genre friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions the use of alcohol, reader uses she!her pronouns, fluff, kind of a slow burn.

wc 2.9k

song: boyfriend by justin bieber

"come on, it feels like i haven’t seen you in ages! you have to come." your bestfriend yelled at you over the phone as you stood in front of your mirror, contemplating his request. "okay, jaemin i will. but, only because i love you and not because of him!" you replied back, turning to open your closet to change out of your sweats.

the "him" in question being none other than the mark lee. one of your bestfriend’s closest companions and your all-consuming crush for nearly two months.

"sure you are. just like last time when you promised to have our monthly rewatch of glee together, somehow you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from mark the entire time." he teased, and you could practically see the smirk pulled on his lips, even if it was just a phone call.

you bit your tongue from making a sly remark because he was right in every single way. you had promised him to have your monthly marathon, but somewhere in the middle, mark and a few others had come over to escape the studio. with just sweats and a simple white tee on, he was able to make you forget about the show playing right in front of your face.

"hello? are you still there?" jaemin’s voice snapped you out of your daze in an instant. "oh god, yeah, sorry, i just dozed off a bit. i’m gonna go and get ready. okay, bye, love you!" your rushed excuse left him frowning before you hung up with a sigh.

a little over an hour later, you found yourself shuffling outside your bestfriend’s door. toying with your outfit, which you nearly spent thirty minutes picking out, you began to regret your decision. how could you be so awkward outside this door and not look like a complete idiot to his face?

"you’re here!" the door that had previously been closed in front of you swung open to reveal jaemin. you’re body jumped slightly in shock as he pulled you into a hug. sensing your nerves, he began rubbing your back lightly. "don’t be nervous. i promise you, we will have fun." he pulled back, smiling at you, causing you to reciprocate the gesture.

as you made your way into the apartment, you were greeted by each person while jaemin stayed perched by your side. some being familiar faces, like his members, and others being complete strangers. reguardless, everyone gave you a warm welcome and instantly made your anxieties melt away.

that was until you made it into the living room. more friendly faces greeted you before one specific face caught your eye. you never believed the romantic stereotype of "time stopping" but when your eyes caught mark’s you swore the once moving bodies around you froze.

the corner of his mouth pulled into a small smile as he made his way from the couch he once shared with haechan, over to you.

you stood still, too entranced by mark to even notice jaemin leave your side with a small smile.

"hi." he breathed shyly. his raven-colored hair made you swoon as he ran a hand through the messy locks in an attempt to make himself look more presentable. as his hand brushed through his hair you caught sight of the small silver bracelets and rings that decorated his arms, causing your heart to speed up.

"hey. how are you?" you tried to level your voice as much as you could, which proved to be quite the challenge as your heart made its way up your throat.

"i’m good, real good, now that you’re here. haechan was talking my ear off over there." he laughed, tutting his head towards his abandoned friend, a visible pout on his lips at mark’s departure.

“real good now that you’re here.”

the statement rang in your head like a curse. did he know you would be here? did jaemin plan this out?

"he looks pretty upset you left him." your eyes locked back with mark’s as you laughed at the state of his friend. "yeah yeah, he’ll be alright." his head tilted to the side a bit as he began to fiddle with his hands beneath his waist.

music playing from the speakers was the only reason you and mark weren’t stuck in pure silence. things between the two of you had never been easy, but had you guys always been this awkward?

"u-uh well do you wanna grab something. i know jaemin brought seltzers and stuff, but we also have beer if you want. but-but obviously, you don’t have to drink if you don’t wanna!" he panicked at the realization that he might’ve come off as dick, but you only found his words more endearing than anything. you found anything he did so endearing.

"yeah sure, let’s go." you turned, making your way back into the kitchen. thankful for a moment where mark couldn’t see how red your face had gotten in the dimly lit room.

"karaoke time!" haechan yelled as he stumbled from his spot on the floor to turn on the tv.

everyone was tipsy, if not drunk. some were still in the kitchen, but most were gathered in the living room, spread out on the floor and across the couches.

"this will be good." jaemin’s words came out slightly slurred as his head fell back to rest on the couch. you two were seated on the floor, directly facing the tv that was perched on the wall.

"who wants to go first?" jeno’s voice came out a bit smoother than the others, clearly being able to hold his alcohol better than his friends. haechan scanned the room silently before holding the mic out to mark.

"the mic chooses you." he giggled as mark’s eyes grew wide. he never was the type for karaoke, especially in front of others. but in this moment, his worries drowned in the alcohol that was beginning to break down his mental wall.

"you weirdo," he laughed, tugging the mic from his friend's hand before standing up. small whispers and giggles erupted from the room while mark made his way to the front of the room.

"maybe he will confess his love to you!" jaemin teased a lot louder than you would like, causing you to slap a hand over his mouth. "jaem one day i’m seriously going to punch you." his tongue stuck out from his lips toward your palm, which was still glued to his mouth.

pulling back in disgust, you turned to face the tv again. mark struggled a bit to type the song into the search bar, making a smile pull at your lips. you were only slightly tipsy, as was mark, leaving you two to be one of the only ones not falling off their faces. but that still didn’t mean you had all your self-control.

you found yourself less cautious with your glances, or more like stares, towards mark. how could someone look so good in a simple tee and jeans?

"oh of course! the number one belieber picks a justin bieber song!" chenle’s orotund voice made your eyes move toward the screen.

boyfriend by justin bieber.

jaemin moved his head painfully slow to give you a teasing glance. you hit him on his leg before pulling your knees up to shield you.

if you could hardly control yourself by just looking at him, how could you be even a little bit sane with this song. taking one last sip of his beer, he clicked play.

as the song started, a smirk tugged at his lips while he rocked from side to side nervously. his friends cheered at him when he began.

"if i was your boyfriend, i’d never let you go-" he started, his horse voice echoing into the mic. you had heard mark rap plenty of times in his songs, but the way he sounded a few feet ahead of you made your heart race even more.

his gaze stayed on his friends, looking at the boy next to you every once in awhile as he whistled teasingly at mark. all you wanted from him was for him to look at you.

once the song shifted into the prechorus, mark’s eyes made friends with the floor, his voice sending beautiful waves of desire crashing into you.

the song continued as he sang and rapped with ease. he made anything look so simple, like he was born perfect. you had begun to fall into a daze; the cheers and hollers from beside you melted into nothing as your only focus was on mark and only mark.

as if he knew, his eyes connected with yours. "so give me a chance, cause you’re all i need girl." his eyes never once disconnected with yours. you flushed at the sight.

it wasn’t hard for the others in the room to notice the shift in energy. the heart eyes you and mark shared practically set the room alight.

he continued, shifting his gaze from his friends to you up until the song ended. cheers erupted, and others clapped at his performance. "justin bieber needs to look out; mark lee is on his way to take his place!" renjun commented as he made his way to his blushing friend.

"and what were you saying about your feelings being one-sided?" your bestfriend sat up and turned his body to face yours. you buried your face in your hands.

"stop jaemin!" your whine coming out muffled, but jaemin knew you weren’t upset. with your eyes covered, you never noticed jaemin signal something to mark and get up to leave swiftly.

suddenly you felt a hand on your knee. "jaem i’m serious-" you were immediately cut off by the sight of mark in front of you. eyes wide, you began to short circuit. "shit dude, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to scare you!" his rushed words were quickly silenced by yours. "no, no, it’s fine, really." you stood to meet his level; him now standing up right.

"i was wondering if… um well, since you seem to be one of the only somewhat sober people here… uh if you want to go for a walk?" you could feel your heart begin to race at a concerning rate.

mark wants to take a walk with you?

"sure, yeah, that sounds great!" you practically bounced in your place as a rush ran through you. you wonder if his cheeks had been flushed previously due to alcohol or maybe, just maybe, you were both feeling the same way.

after you gave him the green light, mark grabbed your hand and wove the both of you through the groups of people. making it out the door in no time with his quick steps.

you shivered slightly as the cold midnight air kissed your skin. "yo dude, are you cold? here." the jean jacket mark had grabbed on his way out suddenly hugged your shoulders. your once-freezing skin was now burning from his gesture.

the two of you walked in silence. part of you wishes it wasn’t awkward, but it was. "you’re really talented, you know." you turned your head, finally meeting his lingering gaze. he just let out a breathy laugh and rubbed his neck. "nah, that was nothing…" he couldn’t help but fight the smile that pulled on his lips.

"seriously, mark," you said, stopping in your tracks and causing him to turn around and face you. "you’re crazy good at what you do. renjun wasn’t lying about you taking mr. bieber’s place." even though your statement was lighthearted, you meant every word with your entire chest. mark was one of the most talented and creative people you knew. with a mind like his, it was hard for his talents to go unnoticed, even with his humble personality.

"that really means a lot; thank you," he replied, his cheeks flushing even more. "hey, um, you’re really cool. thank you for coming out here with me." a dopey smile grew on your face at his sweet words.

"of course. i’d go anywhere with you, mark." the words left your lips before you could think them over. maybe you hadn’t sobered up as well as you thought.

you both now stood blushing like idiots. with nothing but street lamps and neon signs lighting your way, mark’s frame seemed to glow.

he slowly walked closer, filling in the little space between you two. his callused fingers met the warm, smooth skin of your cheek and brushed a few hairs behind your ear. "you mean it?" he asked, his eyes searching your face before locking with yours.

you nodded at a loss for words. his eyes, normally dark like large black marbles, now swirled with warmth and twinkled under your gaze.

"can um, can i kiss you?" his voice cracked slightly as he spoke. overcome with need, your hands quickly found the back of his neck and pulled his body flush to yours.

a sigh escaped his lips as they met yours. his free hand moved towards your lower back while his other cupped your cheek softly. your hands ventured up from his neck and tangled aimlessly in his soft locks.

after what felt like hours, mark pulled back only slightly so you could catch your breath. "dude, you have no clue how long i’ve wanted to do that." his head tilted back towards the starlit sky, and his eyes squeezed shut.

"oh please, you have no idea." your fingers continued to rake through his hair, causing him to become putty in your hands.

with all the pent-up tension between you two becoming untangled, you felt at ease letting your heart out to him. "i’ve liked you for months mark. poor jaemin had to deal with me gushing over his friend all the time." you shook your head as a laugh escaped your lips.

"so that’s why he kept telling me to just make a move on you. man… i should have listened to him sooner and not been such a baby." he sighed, not noticing your eyes suddenly turning into slits and your brows furrowing.

"so he did tell you! i’m going to kill him tomorrow." your hands stopped their movement and came to rest on mark’s shoulders. you loved jaemin to bits, but did he have to tell your crush you liked him?

"well he didn’t exactly tell me... but, look, it’s fine because i have a crush on you too. i like you a lot, man." he pulled you closer, as if that were even possible.

"this would’ve been pretty weird if you didn’t." the stupid joke caused you both to laugh before mark pulled your lips to his again.

this time you didn’t feel the need to go slow; his lips moved quickly against yours. as his hands trailed from your hips and up your back over and over, you could feel his warmth even with his jacket covering you in an extra layer.

small groans and quick breaths were the only sounds aside from the rustling of leaves in the trees above. nothing could have prepared you for the turn this night would take, but you weren’t complaining at all.

pulling back one last time, you kept your face nearly touching mark’s. for what felt like the thousandth time, mark giggled slightly. "dude seriously, you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this. damn." his words made you drop your head into his chest, so he couldn’t see your face redden even more.

you both stood in what was now a comfortable silence, enjoying the lack of blaring music and loud conversations. with a sigh, you dropped your hands and reached for his. "do you think we should go back? we were the only ones who weren’t on the verge of blacking out, remember." his fingers laced with yours as you quickly walked back to the party.

"thank you," mark said as you approached jaemin’s door. "for what?" the puzzled expression on your face made him grow a bit embarrassed. "for taking that walk with me," he bashfully played with your hands ever so slightly.

overcome by the urge, you quickly cupped his cheek and kissed it, leaving a sparkly pink spot in its wake. "like i said, i’d go anywhere with you, mark."

note | mark plus justin bieber is such a weak spot for me lol. his old music is so good i might just have to make a series of members x old jb songs?? let me know who you think suits what song!

#nct #nct 127 #nct mark #nct dream #nct fluff #nct dream fic #nct 127 fic #mark lee #mark lee fluff #mark lee imagines #mark lee fic #nct imagines #nct fic #nct mark lee #mark lee x you #mark lee x reader

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maxcaulfielddidnothingwrong · 2 months ago

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Part two because I could yap about this forever. We don’t talk about the storm because it’s null and void here because I said so. 974 words.

𐂂 Obviously Joyce and David are understanding about Chloe wanting to stay at Rachel’s all the time, but after a month or so they request she stay at home at least sometimes.

𐂂 Max needed to be at the dorms more often for school. She was given time off because of the situation and the everyday hero’s contest, but when she goes back she finds it easier to stay in the dorms.

𐂂 Chloe is offered to come back to Blackwell on scholarship, and she accepts thinking about her future. She also gets a dorm.

𐂂 The three of them rotate staying at each other’s places for ease. It’s still usually at Rachel’s, but sometimes it’s the dorms or Chloe’s house.

𐂂 Once they actually talk about the awkwardness of the relationship they just decide to leave it unlabeled. Max and Rachel still haven’t quite hit it off and progression is slow, but Chloe cares/loves both of them very deeply.

𐂂 Chloe actually decides to give a shit about her work and usually keeps up with it to some extent. Chloe is very smart, she just doesn’t have the work drive. Max encourages her to do her work. Rachel doesn’t actively discourage Chloe to do her work, but she’s not exactly telling Chloe to do it.

𐂂 Rachel also goes back to Blackwell. She gets good grades just like before, but she’s cut a lot more slack by teachers and her parents which she uses to the full extent.

𐂂 Chloe and Rachel will hang out with Justin and other people they used to hang out with sometimes and Max will just tag along. (In my mind the three of them practically go everywhere with each other, though it does get better after time.) Max isn’t the most talkative during these times because she is sort of friends with these people but not in the way Rachel and Chloe are.

𐂂 Max and Chloe do eventually tell Rachel about Max’s powers, and Rachel takes it very similar to the way Chloe did originally. Max definitely doesn’t use them as much though.

𐂂 Similar to hanging out with Rachel and Chloe’s old friends, when they smoke Max sits it out and just tinkers with her camera, or surfs the web.

𐂂 if you thought Max took a lot of pictures before, it’s nothing compared to how many Max takes now. She captured practically every moment just in case she’ll need a photo to go back. She also has her photos organized quite well in manila folders by subject and place. On the back of each photo is the date and time stamp as well.

𐂂 Rachel and Max don’t get along very easily. It takes a while for them to hit it off and actually become close. Rachel is more passive aggressive than Max at tense times and Max is the kind of person to make slightly sassy remarks or just roll her eyes.

𐂂 Chloe can get very awkward when it’s the three of them. Not as awkward as she could be in the before the storm, but not as confident as in life is strange. She can be very vulnerable around Max and Rachel. Max isn’t the most vulnerable but can be around Chloe and Rachel. Rachel refuses to be vulnerable around Max and is rarely vulnerable with Chloe.

𐂂 When Rachel found out that Chloe let Max wear her clothes she definitely scoffed and was annoyed for a while making snide remarks to max once or twice that Max might as well take clothes from her closet. Even though Rachel has no issue sharing clothes in reality.

𐂂 Rachel never had the best view of Max because she saw how much hurt Chloe felt because Max was gone. Though, she was very grateful for Max’s help in finding her, she’d never admit it besides the initial thanks.

𐂂 Max felt slightly jealous of Rachel before she was found because she felt she took her place. Though she wasn’t exactly upset or angry because she is the one who left. She makes sure not to let it carry on into the present, but very rarely she’ll see Rachel and Chloe using some inside joke and feel that jealousy again.

𐂂 Max listens to EVERYTHING. Rachel didn’t think Max would listen to the stuff her and Chloe do, but once she learned that Max did, that’s kind of when they started to get along more.

𐂂 When asked about their relationship, Chloe will tease people like ‘wouldn’t you like to know’. Rachel would be overly mysterious about it, but not in a secretive way. Max would just shrug and say it’s complicated.

𐂂 Even though it upset Chloe a lot that Rachel had any relationship with Frank behind her back and posed for photos and such, she hesitated to bring it up because she was just glad to have Rachel back. Max encouraged her to talk to Rachel alone if it bothered her that much and that Max was there for her no matter her decision.

𐂂 Their clothes are strewn across Max and Chloe’s dorm, Rachel’s house, and Chloe’s house. Max would ask, “Have you seen my Jane doe shirt?” And Chloe would respond with a shrug. “I dunno. Check Rachel’s house next time we’re all over.” Rachel would pipe up as well, “I think I saw it in my room, it’s probably made its way under the bed.” It probably wouldn’t be a week until it was actually retrieved.

𐂂 Chloe would definitely very casually kiss both Max and Rachel on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips. Rachel would do the same with Chloe. When it comes to actual kissing Chloe refuses to do it with the other as an audience. At first. Eventually it just becomes a regular thing.

𐂂 The three of them very easily exist in each other’s space and regular boundaries definitely fly out the window.

Don’t know if I’ll do more of these specially but if they randomly come to me then I probably will. I love them they’re so silly :(

#life is strange #chloe price #rachel amber #max caulfield #headcanon #before the storm #amberpricefield

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erikahenningsen · 10 months ago

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10. regina/janis

10. “I won’t let you.”

This is so not Janis's scene. Which is a weird thing to say, considering she's in Damian's house. But things have changed a lot in the last few months.

When Janis decided to forgive Cady at spring fling, she didn't realize she would be inheriting all of Cady's friends, too—people Janis previously found to be profoundly annoying, but most of whom turned out to be okay.

Still, she really has to ask herself how she ended up here, at a rager thrown by Damian, who has somehow become close with Shane Oman, with three-quarters of the North Shore basketball team, the mathletes, Gretchen Wieners, Karen Shetty, and Regina fucking George.

Janis enjoys a good party, but the combination of the jocks chanting chug, chug, chug and Damian and his theater friends belting out showtunes is giving her a headache.

She's looking for her jacket, ready to head home, when she sees Regina, stumbling a little as she tries to jam her foot into her shoe.

"Untying it first might help," Janis tells her, finally locating her jacket thrown over the banister, buried by three other jackets.

Regina makes an annoyed huff, but she does untie her shoe before finally sliding it in and re-lacing it. When she rights herself, the first thing Janis notices is how she sways a little where she stands, face flushed the way it gets sometimes when she's had too much to drink. (How Janis somehow knows this is beyond her.)

The second is that her car keys are in her hand.

"You're not driving yourself home, are you?" Janis asks cautiously.

"What? Yeah, I am," Regina says, rolling her eyes a little as she reaches for the front door.

Janis maneuvers herself so she's blocking Regina's path. "Slow down there, Justin Timberlake. You're drunk. You can't drive."

"I'm fine," Regina insists, irritation starting to color her voice. "Move."

"No."

"Janis! Get out of my way. I'm leaving," Regina says, drawing out the last word, like Janis is stupid.

Janis shakes her head. "I won't let you."

Regina's eyebrows rise. "You won't let me?"

"Nope," Janis tells her. "You know what it's like to get hit by a reckless driver. You want someone else to experience that?"

This seems to give Regina pause. Janis waits as the gears in her brain turn, slowed by alcohol.

"Ugh, fine," Regina grumbles. Then she pulls out her phone and starts clumsily tapping at the screen.

"What are you doing?" Janis asks.

"Calling an Uber, officer," Regina says.

Janis has no idea what possesses her to say, "I'll drive you home."

Regina blinks at her once, twice. "What?"

"I can drive you," Janis tells her. "I'm heading out anyway, and you're on the way, so..."

It's not that she and Regina aren't friends, but they're not exactly friends, either. They're still figuring out how to navigate that awkward space between being everything and nothing to each other. But this shouldn't be weird, right?

Right.

"Okay," Regina says after a moment. "Don't kill me."

Janis rolls her eyes and opens the front door. "Right. You're more of a do-it-yourself kind of girl."

Janis walks slowly to her car, Regina stumbling after her, walking gingerly on the frozen grass, breath curling like smoke in the winter air.

Janis turns on the car and blasts the heat once they're inside, slowly backing out of the driveway, maneuvering between the cars parked at the curb.

"It's cold in here," Regina complains like a petulant child.

"It'll warm up," Janis replies through gritted teeth. She contemplates making a joke about Regina being a frigid bitch, but decides against it.

"My car has heated seats."

"You can take off a star when you write your review."

Regina tilts her head back against the headrest and sighs. "Are you still seeing Grace?"

The question catches Janis completely off guard. "What?"

"Are you still seeing—"

"I heard you," Janis says. "Um, no, not anymore."

"Hmm," Regina hums contemplatively. "Well, there are lots of other girls out there. You'll find someone."

"You sound like my grandmother."

Regina huffs irritably. "I'm trying to be supportive."

"Yeah, and it's freaking me out, honestly," Janis tells her. If someone had told her even half an hour ago that she'd be talking to Regina about girls in her car, she would have laughed.

"Well, fine," Regina says, crossing her arms. She actually sounds a little hurt. And for some crazy reason, Janis doesn't want to hurt Regina's feelings.

"But, um, thanks," Janis says. "It just didn't work out."

Regina rests her head against the window, breath fogging the glass as she speaks. "You're hot and smart. You'll be okay."

Janis is grateful that she's pulling into Regina's driveway, because her instinct is to slam on the brakes. "What?"

Regina looks at her. She looks exhausted. "What?"

"What did you just say?" Janis needs to hear it again, for some reason.

Regina pauses to think. "You'll be okay."

"No, before—you know what? Never mind." Janis cuts the ignition. "Here you are, Cinderella."

Regina frowns. "Does that make you the pumpkin?"

Janis ignores the question. "Good night."

But Regina doesn't get out. She looks down at her hands, twisted in her lap. "Thanks for driving me home."

"Well, I didn't want to be an accessory to vehicular homicide. I'm applying to colleges, and that would look bad."

"Right," Regina says. She looks at Janis again, searching her face for something.

Janis isn't sure why the air in the car suddenly feels so charged, and it occurs to her that this is the longest she's been alone with Regina since middle school. She has the crazy thought that she's missed Regina, actually.

Finally, Regina pops open her door. "Well, thank you," she says quietly. "Good night."

"Night," Janis echoes, watching Regina disappear into her house.

Janis sits for a few minutes in her car in the driveway, trying to untangle the strange feeling in her stomach. Finally, she turns on her car, resolving to tuck this weird night in the file in the back of her brain labeled times Regina seemed human.

#good evening rejanis nation i have finally completed all my cadina week stuff #i missed these idiots #rejanis #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls the musical #mean girls broadway #regina george #janis 'imi'ike #janis imi'ike #janis sarkisian #janis ian #ask #anonymous #prompts

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They're open yay omg!! Ok I had a cute idea for Rodrick Heffley if you're up for it! :)

Rodrick x Male!Reader where reader sings him 'boyfriend' by Big Time Rush the same way that Rodrick sang 'baby' by Justin Bieber for that one girls birthday (I literally don't remember her name lol but also it doesn't have to be his birthday) but like, it doesn't end as badly as it did for him lmao

Idk if they should be an established relationship between him and reader or if this is like readers confession so ill let you choose what you feel like writing for!

Boyfriend (Rodrick Heffley X Male!Guitarist!Reader)

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Summary: While waiting for your friends to show up to band practice, you decide to show Rodrick a new song you’ve been working on.

A/N: this is my first time writing for rodrick so pls lmk how i did! au where reader wrote ‘boyfriend’ instead of btr (with a few tweaks). rodrick and reader are in the talking stage (i dont wanna say situationship but ig that works lol) but their friends dont know about it. the only instrument i know about is the violin so sorry if i get anything wrong. also i think doing singing in stories/fics is kinda weird/awkward but whatever lol

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You always cherished the few minutes you had alone with Rodrick during band practice. Sure, you liked your other friends. But there was something about being able to watch Rodrick not put on the whole ‘bad boy rocker’ persona that he was used to wearing. Around you, he felt like he could wind down and not think as much.

Although, he didn’t think too much in the first place.

“I think we have a real shot at winning this talent show,” Rodrick said, drumming a beat on your thigh as he watched you tune your guitar. “We just need to practice more.”

“Well, I think we sound fine right now.”

“We don’t need to sound fine; we need to sound great!”

“Chill out, Roddy.” You said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s a month away; we have plenty of time.”

“Don’t call me that.” Despite his words, the corner of Rodrick’s lip twitched up at the nickname. You were the only one who called him that. At first, he didn’t like it; it wasn’t a hardcore rocker name. But soon, he found himself getting giddy at the softness of it. “I guess you’re right, though.”

Rodrick strummed his fingers across the strings of your guitar, laughing when you slapped his hand away.

“Work on anything new lately?” He asked, looking up at you from his hunched-over position. Along with being the guitarist, you were one of the main songwriters in Löded Diper, having many one-on-one writing sessions with Rodrick. That’s how the two of you grew closer, going from childhood friends playing on slides to somewhere between friends and something more, playing songs. Secret handshakes turned to lingering touches, and loud laughs turned to whispered jokes.

You were a bit hesitant to answer. You had been working on some new songs, but they didn’t exactly fit the Löded Diper brand. They were love songs, most, if not all, written with Rodrick in mind.

“Kind of.” You finally say, picking at a frayed edge of your jeans. Rodrick perked up, always loving your new material.

“Yeah? Show me!”

“It’s not exactly like the stuff we play.” You argue, a bit anxious at the thought of Rodrick hearing what you had been toying with recently. “Besides, it’s not finished.”

Rodrick just shrugged, leaning back in his seat.

“Show me anyway.”

You hated how you could never say no to those eyes. You sighed and finally agreed, fiddling with your guitar while trying to remember the chords.

“No laughing.” You say.

“When do I ever laugh at you, Y/n?”

“All the time.” With that, you started playing. You gave Rodrick a nervous glance before clearing your throat and singing.

“Have you ever had the feeling you’re drawn to someone?

And there isn’t anything they could of said or done?

And everyday I see you on your own

And I can’t believe that you’re alone

But I overheard your friends and this is what they said”

Looking over at Rodrick, you saw him intently listening. Any other time, you’d be prideful of the fact that all his attention was on you. But right now, it made you wanna run. But you stayed planted in your seat and continued with the song.

“That you’re looking for a boyfriend

I see that, gimme time, you know I’m gonna be there

Don’t be scared to come put your trust in me

Can’t you see all I really want to be

Is your boyfriend

Can’t fight that

Knock me down you know I’m coming right back

I don’t care at all what you done before

All I really want is to be your

Boyfriend”

You let the last chord ring out before you set your guitar down and cleared your throat.

“So, yeah…” Rodrick kept staring at you. “That’s… the song.”

Rodrick scooted closer to you, and you lifted your head to face him eye-to-eye.

“Did you write that about me?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You bit your lip, watching how his hair fell from the movement.

“Depends.” You say, taking a deep breath. “Did you like it?”

Suddenly, Rodrick laughed. It made you stiffen, but you soon relaxed when he put a hand on the back of your neck.

“You’re so corny, dude.” He said before closing the gap between you.

After the shock washed away, you gripped at his hair and ratty t-shirt, wanting to keep him close. You had come close to kissing Rodrick a few times, mainly while drunk at parties that you shouldn’t have been at or during writing sessions that eventually got interrupted by Rodrick’s younger brother Greg. But those close moments didn’t prepare you for how good the real thing felt.

When you parted, you rested your forehead on Rodrick’s as the two of you caught your breath. You opened your eyes and moved back a bit so you could see him clearly.

“So…” You start, not knowing what to do from here. “Are you looking for a boyfriend?”

“Sure.” Rodrick snorted before kissing you again.

#agaypanic #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid x reader

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42 | Protective Once Again

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Colby being protective

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"We're at my house!" Dani shouts and the boys jump up and down, "Well, at my parents house." She says to be more specific.

"We have to invade your parents house like you do with ours. It's only right." Chris was the first to speak up.

"Hey, make yourselves at home." She didn't have a problem with it.

"Like Chris said, it's only right." Nick agrees.

"My mom loves y'all too." She tells them so only Nick and Chris talk about who the favorite might be out of them.

"Me?" Matt asks as the two point at him, "I don't know."

"I honestly wouldn't be surprised." Nick sighs making Dani laugh.

"It's unfair our mom has no other options." Chris adds.

"Sorry I'm not a triplet or a twin." She apologizes to him making him laugh now.

"Can you imagine if you were a triplet?" Nick thinks about.

"One for each of you." She makes the tree laugh, "Now, let's get to work. AND NO MAKING A MESS!" She shouts and sees the look Matt gave her, "Don't make that face Matt. He's acting like he's never screamed before. In the car, playing a game, I can go on."

"Who's sharing your bed with you tonight?" Chris asks since they were all sharing her room while they were there. Two would get the big air mattress and one would share her bed with her.

"Excuse me?" She laughs a bit that he was already bringing it up so everyone starts to talk at the same time so no one heard Matt trying to talk.

"I should because I'm the best friend." Nick tells her.

"That is true but you don't cuddle like they do." Dani adds making a face.

"I haven't had my turn yet." Chris plays with the bread whining a bit as Matt gives him a look that no one sees.

"That's also true."

"Know what's on the menu? Me 'n' u." Chris jokes with Dani making her crack up and he jumps up and down with her.

"I fucking hate you." She playfully shoves him as Matt keeps watching them jump around laughing at them. "I love how we just joke about it."

"Others would think It's odd."

"I'd rather you joke than be awkward." Matt tells Chris and Dani.

"Okay, we need to get serious now." Dani says so Nick salutes, "Now let see..." Dani goes through drawers and Matt tries to get over to her but Nick and Chris were blocking his way.

"Put the potatoes down." Matt watches Chris play with them.

"Nah, they're dancing."

"Freak." Dani passes him to go to the sink.

"Oh my God, Colby just scared the fuck out of me." Matt sees Colby enter the room to take a seat in the living room.

"Yeah, I'm here too." He tells them so they all say hi to each other.

"You failed to mention that to us." Matt turns to Dani as she laughs at his reaction still.

"She didn't know I was coming." Colby lets them know.

"Wow, the older brother is here too." Nick laughs, "It's like our house."

"Yeah, but Justin sees me as a sister and to Colby y'all-," She gets cut off by Matt seeing her hold a bottle of ketchup.

"Oh, you get that way from the food." He points at it wanting it out of sight.

"But my dad..."

"Away or I'm making you, Danielle." He tells her as Colby watches them.

"Watch it Matty boy." He tells him.

"Let's just pretend he's not here." Dani continues trying to ignore him not wanting him to ruin the fun.

"I'll keep talking so you can't ignore me." Colby chuckles.

"And I'll tell mom to send you to your room." She looks over at him crossing her arms.

"Dani's the definition of mom's favorite." Nick speaks up laughing at her as he does his part to make breakfast.

"Here, Matt follow this" Dani passes him the pancake box to read. As they continue, Chris gets distracted by the family's cat, "Chris, is she letting you pet her? She hates men." Dani says surprised.

"Seriously? She went like this to me." He demonstrates the cat letting him pet her.

"Ooohh. That's two cups." Matt holds the measuring cup up.

"What's up?" Dani asks him, "Are you confused or what?"

"How do I know?"

"You look at the number on the cup..." She tells him moving her knife around making Nick move away.

"Dani, you're scary."

"What are you? What... Are you helping me or doing something different?" Matt looks at what Chris was doing.

"Different." Dani answers.

"Put that down, Dani." Nick looks at her knife, "Different." He did what she did moving the knife around.

"Matt, did your license get suspended for driving all these girls crazy?" Dani jokes as they keep preparing.

He gives he a look and smiles, "You know I did." He agrees so they all laugh while Colby rolled his eyes on the couch.

"Oh, I saw my first edit of me the other day." Dani lets the boys know, "I was honored but refused to see the comments. I'm scared of that."

"I love yours." Nick tells her since he's seen them before.

"You knew I had some before I did?"

"Yeah." Matt jumps him laughing, "Are you good, yes." He gives the camera a thumbs up.

"Thanks."

"Enjoy your edits and just ignore what people say about you. It's just crap." Nick tells her as he cuts the potato he was working on still.

"So you haven't seen the ones of us together yet then?" Matt asks her, "The range that they all go is hilarious. The best is us being sassy to each other."

"I need to look them up after this." She looks up from what she was cutting.

"Yes, I'll show you my favorite."

"I just don't want to come across the shipping ones especially with you." She paces around making him laugh.

"Oh expect that along with me too." Chris lets her know, "It's unavoidable."

"Umm. What... Am I missing!" Matt shouts lost looking at the instructions again.

"Does Dani have to help you?" Chris looks at him then over at Dani.

"I can do it"

"Sure... You can." Dani gives the camera a look.

"That knife hit me, Dani." Nick sighs looking at her, "Put that thing down."

"Dani isn't like this at home." Matt smiles at the camera.

"Oh speaking of shipping, I'm gonna go change so people don't think shit because Matt and I sorta match." Dani leaves the room quickly to go change.

"Colby, whatever you do, don't get overprotective over there." Nick looks over at him, "We know how you are."

"I don't need you coming after me to my face this time. You already scare me." Matt looks over at him too.

"Good then. That means I'm doing my job."

Matt makes a face, "Maybe I should tell on you as well." He says as Dani joins them again.

"Colby stop being an ass or literally leave the room." Dani says in a tone that he knew she was annoyed with him so he stays quiet to keep watching them.

"How about you don't leave us alone?" Matt gives her a look.

"Sorry, I'll keep him on a leash." She chuckles, "Let's just get this over with." Dani says done.

"You're never gonna cook for us again." Matt says making Nick look at Dani saying she better not do that to them.

"What the hell have you done?" Dani sees Matt's pancake mix.

"I don't know what happened, dude. You'll see when you edit this."

"You ruined it! Our pancakes, Matt." Nick shouts at him.

"Aren't you supposed to be the best at doing adult things?" Dani asks Matt as she washes her hands.

"Can I try again?"

"No!" She walks past him going back to her spot.

Matt gets an idea to get her in trouble with Colby, "Is that a tattoo peaking out?" He points at her lower back one.

"Dude!" She wipes her head around to look at him.

"Dani's heart is racing right now." Nick laughs at the look on her face.

"Tattoo?" Colby speaks up again wanting to know more.

"Why did you get it?" Chris asks her.

"I'm an adult and it was free because Matt paid." She explains not seeing why it was a big deal, "Why turn it down? I've been wanting to get one."

"But you got more than one and a matching one with Matt." Chris says to get them in trouble.

"Matching?" Colby looks over at them.

Matt takes a deep breath, "Are you trying to get him to hate me more?" He looks at him like he was crazy.

"Who cares and they're cute."

While Nick talks about how he hates butter, Matt was secretly using the spatula to spank the pancakes and Dani catches him, "Will you stop being weird over there?" She gives him a odd look.

"What's the matching one?" Colby asks curious.

"Sun and the moon. We complement one another." She explains so he sighs.

"Don't over think it." Matt tells him.

"It's really nothing deep down." Chris adds.

#sam golbach #colby brock #sam and colby #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #oc #sibilings #matt sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo imagine #ff #fanifiction #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #best friends #friends to lovers #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic

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